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Belle looked between Daniela and Sopiha with wild eyes, her heart pounding. She was furious; there had never been a time when she had been this upset and disappointed. All of this was too much to deal with. She opened her mouth to say something, but Sophia's look of pure anger stopped her.

"Seriously, what's going on?" Daniela huffed, still wishing to insert herself into the argument.

"It's noth--" Sophia started to speak.

"Enough!" Belle screamed, interrupting her friend mid-sentence. "I don't have time for this! I-- I don't want to deal with this goddamn bullshit right now!" She turned and stormed toward her room.

"Are you really just going to--," Sophia started with a wince. "You know what? Maybe we all need some time to cool off," she conceded, turning away and walking to her room while her body trembled.

Daniela looked between her two friends, watching them storm off. "I don't get to participate, and now everyone will be pissy as hell. What bullshit," she grunted, muttering profanities under her breath. What a lousy deal.

Belle slammed her bedroom door shut and staggered over to her bed, collapsing into a heap. She trembled silently, curling up on her side with her knees pulled tight. Minutes passed in silence as she tried to force all thoughts from her head. She didn't want to dwell on the nightmarish reality her life had become. What did she even have left? Her friends and loved ones betrayed her, and she slowly lost control of her life while turning into a goddamn cow.

"Ugghh!" She suddenly growled, rolling onto her stomach as she pounded her fists into the pillow. Unbridled anger boiled within her, refusing to let up. After another minute of periodically pummeling her bedding, she let out a low growl and sat up, grabbing her pillow. How could she outlet all of her emotions? She wished there was someone she could scream and cry at, a lightning rod for her fury. Before long, her anger reached its apex. She was ready to break something-- anything. When she sat up and got ready to stand, something inside her snapped, and she stopped. The maelstrom within her subsided, and the anger she desperately clung to slipped away into the abyss.

Belle clenched the pillow as tightly as possible within her trembling hand and stared at the wall. What just happened? Why could she feel her animosity melting away? A disjointed stream of memories coated her brain in a thick haze. She thought back to Sophia's betrayal and only felt numb. She recalled her conversation with her father and the texts she exchanged with Bret, but she could no longer muster up the energy to hold a vendetta. She had spent all of her emotional resources stressing over a plethora of different problems. With Sophia and Bret betraying her, she felt she had no right to feel anything other than livid.

Nothing any longer made sense. Belle took a slow breath and flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling with a dull expression. She deliberately thought back to her stream from the other day, an event that very well could be the endpoint of her streaming career. 'This is horrible,' she told herself. Her life had devolved into a nightmare that threatened to strip her of everything, humanity included.

Even with that awful memory burning in her head, she could no longer find the will to get riled up. "Why?" She whispered into the crisp bedroom air. Only the soft whirr of air conditioning greeted her in response. She ruminated over what may have led her to this profound hollowness but found no answer.

"Mmmm…" Belle sighed, placing a hand on her forehead. When she suddenly broke out in goosebumps, she grabbed her blanket and tightly cocooned herself while curling up on her side. She was unnaturally cold and began to shiver, even with the warm, thick blanket wrapping her.

Minutes passed as she remained in a state of emotional limbo. A tiny, cold flicker lit up within the deep fog that clouded her. As the icy flame grew, a pang of great foreboding manifested. Her hollowness reshaped around that ember, blossoming into something far worse than anger.

 She felt impending doom; her world was ending.

Her breathing grew ragged, her heart fully sinking into her chest. She panicked, burying her face into her hands as tears silently welled. For a brief moment, she thought she might have found a secret reserve of mental fortitude, and that's why her rage had been relinquished.

“N-- No…” Belle trembled and shook her head. This was far worse than being pissed off. She was incomprehensibly terrified at the prospect of her life completely falling apart. Her mind wandered back to the same incidents she briefly mused over while completely numb. Each memory was reciprocated with despair this time. Her father's ultimatum; Bret and Sophia betraying her; having her humanity and emotions toyed with by a fucking cow.

Earlier, she shrugged the negativity off with what she assumed to be resilience and tenacity. She made it out of a destructive tempest that wreaked havoc and into a clearing with peaceful skies. Unfortunately for her, she had misinterpreted her emotions. She had merely reached the storm's eye and was granted a temporary reprieve.

Belle's heart thumped harder and harder as they barreled into the storm's second half. Instead of destructive winds, she walked head first into a torrential downpour of rain that quickly flooded her mind. Before she knew it, she was knee-deep and struggling to put one foot in front of the other.

She was suffocating. 'Why am I like this?' Even when Hesat told her what she needed to do and gave her a second chance, she still screamed at Sophia, ruining her progress. What if she just lost her final chance? Adrenaline surged through her as true panic set in. “No-- no, no….” She stammered. It was clear to her that Hesat was giving her one more chance out of pity. There was no way in hell that the cow goddess wouldn't judge her harshly.

Belle's tits and vulva pulsed beneath her sweat-dampened clothes while the seed of fear within her took root. She didn't want to be a cow, nor did she want to lose everything in life she held dear. More seeds sprouted, turning her psyche into a forest crippling, primal terror.

“Fuck!” She stammered between tears. Her whole world was collapsing, and the throbbing between her legs gradually intensified. Why was she getting aroused now of all times? “Ugggh!” She groaned and doubled over, shaking her head in pure desperation. Amidst her mental crisis, an unwanted thought appeared.

‘I’d feel better if I relieved myself.’

Belle shifted her body, not thinking clearly, as she shakily peeled sweaty clothes away from her body and tossed them onto the floor. If she gave attention to her tits and pussy, she would find temporary reprieve from her hellscape of a life. ‘Everything is gone. My life-- all of it… I…’  Her mind swirled with negativity, but primal lust still took hold and numbed the pain. One little touch wouldn’t hurt, right? She didn’t want to be in pain anymore.

She clasped her left hand over her engorged, sensitive breast and gasped sharply. Her nipples throbbed from the slightest stimulation, a bead of milk forming on the turgid, pink point. Memories from her argument with Sophia started to fester in her psyche when her eyes locked onto the opaque fluid from her swollen teat. The bestial, sexual desire within her felt so pure, so clear. Dwelling on pain was a much less appealing option than masturbation, so why not give in?

Her eyes widened, and she withdrew her hand just slightly.  ‘I can’t-- I can’t… I will lose myself…’  She tightly closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as her body shook. If she played with her breasts and pussy, wouldn’t she once again start turning into a bloated bovine? Despite her efforts to fight for control, her hormones unrelented, sending a clear message.

‘Breasts painful. Pussy throbbing. Relief good.’

It was like a geyser erupted within Belle, filling her body with milky, blissful warmth. The torrential storm she had been wading through in her mind dissipated, leaving her in a hot, steamy spring. Her mind could freely float, cut off from the realm of human concerns.

She squeezed her breast and let out a low cry, her body shuddering in response. As she pumped her tit and squeezed her areola, milk seeped between her fingers and dribbled down her chest. It felt good. So fucking good. She laid on her back, grabbing both tits and squeezing as she let out a lewd moan. “MMoooohhh…” She gasped. As she massaged her mammaries, tiny orgasmic ripples reverberated through her chest and caused her crotch to writhe with anticipation.

‘Too much tension. Relieve.’

She obeyed her animalistic urge and slipped her right hand between her legs. A purr of delight wafted from her lips as her fingertips pushed over the length of her moist crevice. By this point, every cell in her body felt such blissful anticipation. When her fingers brushed over her throbbing clit, she gasped and pushed her hips upward. How was it possible for anything to feel so good? She had barely gotten started and had entirely forgotten her dire life situation.

Belle completely fell into a downward spiral of self-indulgence. She rubbed her clitoris and milked her own tits, moaning and crying out without a care that someone might overhear her. Before long, some familiar cravings started to set in. She couldn’t help but imagine how amazing it would be to touch herself outside, surrounded by the scent of fresh grass. If she needed a snack, she would have a quick meal around at all times. A part of her knew it was utterly wrong to have such desires, but that voice was quickly buried.

She wasn’t thinking clearly when she slipped two fingers into her twitching pussy hole. “Mmm--oooh!” She purred in delight, curling her toes as she gradually inserted all of her fingers. Seconds later, her fist began to slide into her gaping hole. Her body stretched and shifted to accommodate her limb. She was so taken by the cacophony of pleasure she didn’t notice her breasts and ass swelling. Pressure budded atop her head and at the base of her spine.

Hesat’s mercy was over. Belle wouldn’t get another chance to beat the curse with a completely clear mind. She would have to defeat the curse while half-descended into a state of bestial depravity.

“A-- A little more…” Belle muttered as her arm slid up to the wrist and continued penetrating her birth canal. Once she reached as far as she could, she pulled her arm out halfway and pushed up again. “OOooooohhh!!” She screamed as her hips jerked and pushed against her arm, her free hand still extracting milk from her inhumanly sensitive mammaries.

She continued on like this for another thirty minutes. Pumping her arm in and out while alternating which chest mound she paid attention to. A thick, white fog fully engulfed her mind and snuffed out any hope of regaining control this evening.

By the end, only sheer exhaustion got in the way of her impassioned self-care session.

Upon passing out, Belle was greeted by strange dreams. This time, however, Hesat did nothing. These dreams were a complete fabrication of Belle’s mind.

 She imagined her father, Bret, and Sophia berating her and telling her how worthless she was. When she turned on her computer, hateful messages from her followers flooded her screen, calling her disgusting and dumb.

She ran away from everyone and escaped into the forest, sobbing and shaking as she desperately attempted to escape the abuse. Why was everyone cruel to her? What had she done wrong?

The forest broke into a clearing, and she suddenly found herself in the middle of a farm. Cows stood around her in a grassy pasture, and her nerves strangely calmed. Her body tingled and wobbled, starting to reshape as her abdomen and chest expanded. “I-- I’m turning into a cow?” She stammered in confusion.

A brown cow turned her head toward Belle. “We will never yell at you or abuse you, Belle,” she said gently, reassuringly.

Another black cow raised her head from grazing. “We will never be disappointed in you.”

Belle’s hands and feet pulled together and turned into hooves as she fell to all fours. As her body bloated, her clothes ripped off. “I-- I don’t want this-- I…” She stammered as she changed. ‘No one here will betray me or hurt me?’  She mused amidst the panic.

A black and white splotched cow lazily strolled toward Belle. “No one will have any expectations of you here. There’s no one to please; no one to disappoint.”

“Mmmoooo!” Belle let out a troubled moo as her head reshaped, black and white fur sprouting as it coated her body.

“Lower your head and graze with us. Isn’t it a beautiful day?” The brown cow insisted as she began to graze.

‘I don’t-- I don’t…’  She tried to keep her head clear but could not stop lowering her head and biting down on the greenery for a snack. ‘This isn’t me… I’m not a cow-- I’m not… I’m not…’ She internally pleaded. However, it was impossible to ignore how peaceful and serene everything here was. She felt calm and almost giddy, which scared her.

Belle had no way of knowing how bad of an omen this dream was. The next seven days would prove to be the fight of her life.

CHAPTER END

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