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Belle was horrified beyond belief; how could this be happening to her? As the stream chat droned on, she could no longer bear it. She abruptly shut the stream off despite the inevitable fallout with a trembling hand. "Oh god…" Tears streamed from her face as she leaned back in her desk chair and placed her hands over her face. What had she just done? Her breasts betrayed her in front of all of her viewers. Not only that but her entire body, her mind-- everything. The whole stream had been an abject disaster.

"Fuck-- god dammit; what the hell am I going to do!?" She growled as a deep pang of anger welled up within her. This was a nightmare; when would she wake up and realize the last week or two of her life had been a bad dream? With her stream now off, she shakily stood from her chair and walked over to her bed, collapsing into it as she curled up into a ball and pulled her knees in front of her face. Was her career over now? After the scene she made on camera, she doubted there was a way she could adequately recover. But streaming and putting on a show in front of others was her entire life; without it, what would she have? Her heart rate continued to rise as a torrent of negative thoughts assaulted her.

Amidst her downward spiral, the fragrance of fresh-cut grass came to her. Belle's mind glazed over ever so slightly as she recalled fucking Bret surrounded by nature. Fragments of a dream where she was in the body of a bloated beast on all fours also came to mind. A small voice in her head screamed to fight such thoughts, but her lips curled into a smile nonetheless. Her tits were still leaking and excessively sensitive after prior incidents, and she found it increasingly difficult to think of anything but how horny she was.

In the middle of Belle's daydreaming, the voice of reason within her momentarily took hold. "W-- What… Am I doing?" Her eyes widened as she put a hand over her mouth, trembling in fear. I'm really turning into a fucking cow, aren't I? She didn't want to admit this was her reality. She slid a hand atop her head, noticing two evenly spaced bumps. If she didn't know better, she would assume they were there due to hitting her head on something. No, no, no… Oh god, no, please… She shook her head in disbelief, refusing to face reality. She then moved her hand to the base of her spine, feeling another small bump pushing her skin outward.

Belle withdrew, putting her hands over her face as she repeatedly shook her head. "I don't-- I don't deserve any of this!" She wailed. Her father was treating her with such cruelty, and Bret had basically broken up with her. Beyond that, her streaming career might have just ended along with an essential part of her life. She didn't want to lose her boyfriend or career; she didn't want to turn into a goddamn animal. "I-- I'm A FUCKING PERSON!" She screamed, feeling panic set in. Through her mental fog, images of a massive bull cock and green pastures dotted her mind, followed by a tiny voice that whispered how nice it would feel to be milked into her ear. "No!!!" Belle angrily spat, rage welling up as she tried to fight and take control.

"Fuck-- NO! I won't lose myself!" She desperately cried, "I wo-- mmooooo!" Without thinking, her hand began fondling her swollen tit through the soggy fabric of her button-up top. Her nipple spasmed, letting out a small trickle of milk that seeped through the cotton.

I just need a little bit of release. Playing a little won't hurt-- right? She wanted to take control and not let these unwanted primal urges take hold. She adjusted, laying on her back as she took a deep breath. I just need to take control, that's all.. She made a strong effort to resist, but her willpower quickly waned. "N-- No…" Her words rolled weakly from her mouth. Despite her vain efforts, she started to unbutton her shirt, one of them popping off from the strain as her tits swung free, dislodged from the inadequate bra cups. She stared in awe at her enlarged breasts, her panic subsiding as a feeling of excitement and wonder overtook all else.

I just need a little relief… Belle reasoned, quickly slipping her hands down to undress. All clothing peeled away from her sticky body as it was unceremoniously flung to the floor. She let out a low purr as her panties peeled away from her steamy vulva, and her nethers throbbed in anticipation. What am I doing!? She briefly thought as her body continued to move by instinct. She squeezed her huge melons beneath her fingers, massaging them as hot sparks shot through her chest and flowed down her body. "Ooooh…" Belle's head lulled back as spurts of milk seeped through her fingers and dribbled down the backs of her hands.

She imagined herself bent over on all-fours in a grassy pasture as strong, firm hands reached around from behind and fervently pumped her milk jugs. "Yes, yes, yes…" She lustfully growled, trembling as one of her hands migrated between her legs. Two fingers pushed through her host, moistened folds, and probed her clitoris, rubbing in slow circles as she pinched her nipple and pressed her thumb over the hardened, pink point. "Mmmooooo!" She moaned as milk quirted a solid foot into the air before cascading onto her body and the surrounding sheets. Simultaneously, bursts of euphoria shot through her clit and consumed her whole body.

No-- my stream is ruined… My summer-- my boyfriend… I can't-- I can't be doing this right now! She internally screamed. Tears welled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she continued to touch herself and moan, her body writhing and spasming in delight. Even as she lamented her recent life, she thought of getting milked in tandem. A massive cock slid into her pussy from behind as muscular hands gripped her ass.

As this lewd thought train continued, Belle slipped two fingers into her vaginal opening, probing her insides before hooking them to reach her G spot. "Uuugghhh…. M-- Mmooohhh…" She groaned, using her thumb to continuously stimulate her clit. Two fingers became three, then four. None of it was enough to compare with the humongous penis she visualized in her head. It wasn't enough; none of it was enough. She envisioned Bret in her head, slamming her from behind as they fucked away under the hot summer sun. Bret's image slowly shifted, morphing as he grew larger, more muscular, and darker. Before long, his human features melted away as his hands and feet became hooves.

"O-- oh god, no… Stay human-- stay human…" Belle begged while continuing to rub her tits and pleasure herself. She fought as hard as possible to keep Bret in her fantasy as a human, but it was impossible to resist. He transformed into a massive bull who mounted Belle. To match the vigor of his bull cock, Belle slid her whole hand into her writhing pussy, sinking it all the way to her wrist. "N-- Noo--oooooh," her pleas turned into cries of ecstasy as her vaginal muscles quivered and tingled with delight. Much to her horror, the fantasy version of herself also began to change, her body bloating and growing as it gradually took on a more bovine-like appearance.

"NOOOO!! NO, PLEASE! I DON'T WANT THIS!" She wailed, trying to stop herself from masturbating. When she couldn't manage to tear it away, she tried as hard as she could to think of herself as human-- to make Bret human again. It didn't work, however. She morphed into a fat cow with a pussy that could accommodate her mate's impressive girth.

"M--Mmooo…" Belle choked, trembling as she buried her arm a few inches past the wrist. Her pussy stretched, gladly accommodating the increased size while Belle lost herself in a sea of wanton, primal desire. She felt violated and humiliated, as if she had lost all control of herself and her desires. Cries of terror and lust flooded the room as she pumped her wrist into her pussy harder and harder. Her hand moved to her other tit once the first stopped spraying milk and continued to rub.

This cycle continued for over half an hour. Belle would lament her inability to take control while also basking in just how good everything felt. Her body was so sensitive-- so receptive to orgasmic bliss. A part of her began to think she might have been designed for this. To be fucked and milked. Regardless, the human aspect of Belle never went away. Instead, it existed in a lucid enough state to experience abject horror and disgust at her inability to behave rationally.

Eventually, after hitting an all-powerful climax, Belle blacked out from exhaustion, unable to stay away.

Belle stood-- somewhere? She didn't know where she was or what was going on. There was too much fog to see clearly. "Where the hell am I?" She muttered, feeling tired and hazy.

"It's not too late, you know," a commanding, feminine voice called.

Belle's blood ran cold. "Cowt-- Hesat!" She screamed as her blood began to boil. "Please-- please stop doing this to me!" She pleaded, turning her head in every direction to look for that awful goddess.

"Belle. You seem to have forgotten that you can stop all of this. If you take control and change yourself for the better, you don't have to become a cow. Did you forget that already?"

Belle couldn't deny that this whole situation was quite real. None of this was a mere dream. Dread and panic set in as she imagined herself grazing in a pasture while Sophia, Bret, and Daniela moved on with their human lives and forgot about her. She couldn't let that happen. It wouldn't improve anything, no matter how mad she got at Hesat.

"Hesat, I--" Belle weakly stammered, closing her eyes. "I don't want to be a cow… Please… I want to fight this-- I want to change…"

"I think I heard that before, but you still curse me and blame everyone but yourself. I'm starting to think you're destined to be a fat cow who grazes away her life while being milked every day." Hesat's voice had a disappointed quality.

Belle panicked, shaking her head. "No-- no, it's not too late! I don't want to be a cow! I-- I know I messed up… I know I keep messing up, but please give me one more chance!" She begged. "I am trying to fight it, but it's too hard! I can't stop-- please help me… Help me just a little, please!" She screamed, putting her hands over her face as she shook.

There was a long pause, only the sounds of Belle's heavy sobs and breathing filling the air. Finally, Hesat let out a sigh and responded. "I can't help but pity you. Fine. I will help you out. But only this once."

Belle's eyes widened as she pulled her trembling hands away. "R-- Really? How… How will you help me?" She asked, feeling a twinge of hope.

"To be frank, you are already past the point of no return as it is. Despite our last talk, you have been unable to change or fight your changes, and now you're unable to fight your urges. Even the slightest bit," started Hesat. "While your hormonal and physical changes will remain, I will allow you to have more mental clarity for the next seventy-two hours. If you can start making changes the next three days, you may find it easier to start retaking control once that time is up."

A day? Was that enough time to undo enough of these changes to take some semblance of control? Arguing wouldn't help, right? Belle's mind raced. That time would include working on the farm with Sophia; maybe it would be enough if she worked hard and showed humility.

"I understand it's not a lot of time, but I am not a cruel goddess. You will not see me again in a dream until you are either fully recovered or well past the point of no return. This is the last time I will intervene to offer you my wisdom. As such, this is also the last bit of mercy I will show you, Belle," the disembodied voice insisted in a scolding tone.

Belle initially thought to bite back and be rude, but she repressed those desires. I got myself into this mess. This is my fault. I need to correct my thoughts-- not just my actions if I'm going to get through this, she told herself, gritting her teeth. This-- this is my fault… This would be the first step if she had to accept responsibility. "Yes, I understand. I will use these next seventy-two hours to take control," she responded quietly.

"I am glad to hear it," Hesat softly chimed, her voice growing more cheerful. "I wanted to offer you more reassurance, though. I promise that life won't be awful for you if you become a cow. I will use my way to ensure you end up somewhere safe where you can live out your days without worry. I won't let you be butchered for meat or end up somewhere where you'll undergo abuse or improper living conditions. I am sure you would eventually come to enjoy the lifestyle," Hesat insisted with warmth in her voice, as if she weren't saying anything remotely horrific.

Belle's heart raced as she listened to the genuine quality of Hesat's words. They terrified her to the very core; no amount of reassurance that her cow life would be safe and happy would make her feel any better. "With all due respect, living as a cow is a complete nightmare. I won't let this happen," she said in a determined voice, clenching her hands until the whites of her knuckles showed.

A soft laugh sounded off from Hesat and faded away into the thick fog. "Oh, really now? I suppose we'll just have to wait and see," Hesat continued. "Please don't forget. We will not talk again until you're either well on your way to cow-hood, or you have defeated my curse. We'll see which you choose."

Before Belle could respond, the fog swirled around her. She felt herself fading away as she returned to the waking world. The only thing on her mind was how she couldn't afford to fail. There were far greater stakes at hand than losing her streaming career and boyfriend.













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