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Belle’s eyes shot open as she sat up gasping, completely drenched in sweat. Her eyes wildly darted around her room, which was dimly illuminated from the sun shining through her closed curtains.
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and panicked when she saw it was 11:00AM already. “Oh f-- fuck…” She stammered, trembling when she saw the missed calls from the farm. There were also five text messages asking if she still planned on coming in to help. She wiped sticky sweat from her brow and took a slow breath before typing up a text.
“Oh my god im so sorry… i was feeling relly sick nd slept bcuz of tht. Im coming now”
She hit send and scrambled to her feet, stumbling as she tried to find her balance. Her ass and tits were noticeably more rotund than the day prior. Her tailbone and the top of her head relentlessly ached, feeling tight. “Uggh-- fuck, fuck, fuck…” She growled, waddling to the bathroom with great haste.
Belle had no time to shower, opting to grab the closest towel as she wiped her hot, damp body dry. As the fabric brushed her tits, her nipples throbbed and hardened. “Ugh…” She winced, shifting uncomfortably while her vulva throbbed in response. She had been making so much progress, and had even been given a second chance to make things better with a clear head. Now, her breasts and rear had expanded out to an inconvenient size.
“Just-- just relax… Get to the farm,” she muttered, dropping her towel to the floor as she left the bathroom and approached her dresser.
While looking for the baggiest pants and shirt she could find, she began to formulate a plan. There was no way she could ask Sophia to take her after what happened last night. Even just thinking about that incident caused her heart to seize up. Could she drive herself, though? What scared her the most was the light haze of fog that blanketed her mind. Concocting a plan of action proved difficult when her train of thought broke upon thinking too hard.
She grimaced and took a deep, slow breath as she carefully pulled on panties and a large bra. A couple of days prior, her stream had been ruined after she freaked out and couldn’t beat the first boss. At the time, she couldn’t deal with the stress and anxiety of playing a 3D action game; her brain couldn’t keep up with her needs and it proved difficult to adequately problem solve.
Now, in the present, she couldn’t even determine the best way of getting to the farm. Wayward memories of fragrant grass and getting fucked by big, meaty cock crept into her consciousness, urging her to follow her carnal desires.
‘No-- fuck, no! God dammit!’ She let out a frustrated groan, shaking her head as tears welled in her eyes. The more flustered she became, the more her nipples and vulva ached. If she gave into her primal instincts, they would completely ruin her. “Think, god dammit!” She growled, tightly closing her eyes as she rubbed her temple.
It took a few seconds to actively suppress her bovine urges, but she eventually decided on trying to drive herself. The road out to the farm had very few drivers most of the time, regardless. Only people like Sophia willingly drove out to the middle of nowhere.
After getting fully dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, along with the bra borrowed from Daniela, she made her way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, intently scanning the contents in search of an easy food item she could consume on the road. All of Sophia’s weird vegetarian crap required cooking, though the fresh vegetables did have an earthy, desirable scent.
Memories of grass and grazing popped into her head, her breathing now ragged as she began to salivate. Sophia’s bag of salad greens was right in front of her, fresh and unopened. Surely she wouldn’t mind if some of it went missing, right? Besides, she was mad at Sophia for being such an asshole to her the night prior.
She reached for the bag before snapping to her senses and stopping herself. “No-- fucking hell, no…” She growled, pulling back. There was no telling what would happen if she gave in and ate raw vegetables.
Belle opted for stealing a cold can of Thai Tea that Daniella kept stock and left the kitchen as quickly as possible. Her roommate wouldn’t be particularly happy with her later, but she hardly cared. Before leaving the kitchen, she grabbed her keys from the counter where she haphazardly left them.
Her body wobbled with every step of the arduous trek to her car. Even with the baggy clothing and large bra, her swollen mammaries chafed, causing her to pick at her bra straps and curse under her breath. Was it so much to ask for one damn thing to go right?
Upon reaching the steps down to the first floor of the apartment building, she stopped dead in her tracks and stared downward. She already hardly stood her body’s hypersensitivity; stairs would surely make everything worse. She took a moment to mentally prepare herself and took the first step. As her full weight came down onto her foot, her ass and tits strained throbbed and strained against their damp, cotting imprisonment. Each step was torture; the pressure atop her head and at the base of her spine broke with a tearing sensation, but she was too focused on reaching her car to take much notice.
She finally reached the bottom, panting as she stopped to catch her breath. ‘How the hell am I supposed to work like this?... Maybe he’ll take pity on me if he sees me not feeling good,’ she mused. There was a chance she’d get sent home sick. The thought hadn’t occurred to her to call and ask for a sick day.
Belle strutted through the parking lot, getting a couple of looks from a couple of college-aged guys out on their balcony. They were drinking beer and chatting when they started to whisper and look in her direction.
She shifted her eyes slightly, noticing the onlookers. ‘What are they looking at?’ Her eyes tilted downward, and she quickly noticed her diamond-hard nipples poking through the cotton. Considering how tight her pants felt, she imagined the sight down below was similarly hot.
“Urgh…” Belle’s cheeks flushed crimson as she hurried toward her car as quickly as humanly possible. The last thing she needed was for strange men to gawk at her.
She finally reached her vehicle and opened the driver-side door. When she tried to sit, she found, to her horror, that she didn’t fit. Her tits uncomfortably smooshed against the steering-wheel, causing her to yelp in pain. She reluctantly stood up and leaned over to press the button to slide her seat further back. All the while, her thick, juicy ass presented itself as she unwittingly gave the two men a show.
“Hot damn!” One of the men hollered.
Belle’s face burned as she cried in embarrassment. She stood straight up and turned to face the men with a look of pure anger. “Hey! Who do you think you’re-- hey!!!!” She stopped mid-sentence upon seeing the two men make a tactical retreat back into their apartment.
“Just-- just get to the fucking farm,” she spat, trying to keep herself motivated. It wouldn’t do any good to let strange men rile her up.
Once the seat was adjusted, she briefly hesitated before attempting to sit down. This time, she had just enough room to prevent her breasts from squishing against the steering wheel.
She started the car, adjusting her mirrors before backing out of her spot and heading toward the front gate of her apartment complex. This would be a piece of cake; all she had to do was leave the premises, drive five minutes on a busy city road, and then take a country road out to the farm. No sweat; easy game.
Approaching a speed bump, a pang of worry shot through Belle, causing her to bite her lower lip. It wouldn’t take much to set her off, so she had to be extremely careful with bumps and vibrations. “Nice and slow…” She muttered, driving forward at less than five miles-per-hour. Her front tires rolled ver the obstacle, and all seemed well so far. She managed to clear the speed bump while only ecliting a minor tingle within her dampened loins.
“Ahhh…” She trembled, sweat beading on her back, forehead, and shoulders. The front gate was only a few dozen yards away; if she focused, everything would be just fine. Despite her best effort, a desperate yearning for grass and bull cock ebbed away at her psyche. It wasn’t as if she could recall positive events to psyche herself up; her career, boyfriend, best friend, and everything, had been taken from her in the blink of an eye. She was left fighting for her own humanity while she sank further into depravity by the day.
‘Just relax… Go to god damn farm.’ Belle clenched her hands upon the wheel, exposing the whites of her knuckles. She finally reached the front gate and pulled up to the main road, getting ready to turn. Traffic was heavy, cars speeding by at a relentless pace that allowed no break for her to exploit.
As she analyzed the situation, her heart rate gradually picked up while her hands trembled. What if she pulled out too slow and got hit by a car? Or, what if a random vehicle careened into her? ‘It’s just some damn traffic… Get a grip,’ she lamented. All the while, her nipples and pussy ached, chafing uncomfortably against their sweaty cotton confines.
“Ugghh… “ She whined, picking at her bra strap as her lip quivered. A break in traffic appeared and she instinctively knew this was a golden opportunity. She just needed to put her foot on the gas and turn onto the street. No big deal.
She was about to press onward when she noticed a care coming in the distance. It was far enough away for her not to worry, so why did she hesitate? Sweat continued soaking into her clothing as a feeling of unfettered frustration bubbled up within her. “What’s wrong with me?” She lamented, letting out a low growl.
Before long, she missed her opportunity and more cars kept coming. If she got on the road, she might hit another vehicle. It would be safer if she stayed home, or if she spent the day in a nice, grassy field somewhere. “Fucking hell.” Belle started to panic as the blaring of a car horn sounded behind her.
“Beeeeeeeep!”
“Hey! Turn already!” An angry man yelled from behind the wheel of his truck, sticking his head out the window.
Tears welled in Belle’s eyes as she shakily pressed her foot onto the gas. She couldn’t inconvenience others any longer, but driving was scary-- terrifying, even. As she got onto the road, the pressure atop her head and at the base of her spine intensified. There was also an itchy, prickly sensation coming from her ankles.
“R-- Relax…” She muttered. The traffic light was just ahead, but the sight of four cars waiting at the intersection sent a wave of dread cascading through her. Fear and anger clouded her mind; she was terrified of crashing her car but she was also furious with herself for becoming so utterly weak.
Belle reached the red light and stopped the car as it lurched to a halt. She took slow, labored breaths and she found herself craving something simpler; a lazy day where she could indulge in her vices without worry. That wouldn’t happen, though; she felt completely and utterly cursed.
She watched the light with baited breath, waiting for it to turn green. Without thinking, she brushed her hand atop her head, and, much to her shock, she found a hardened nub. No-- two nubs. Her eyes widened in horror and she tried not to have a mental breakdown as the light turned green and she accelerated. What the fuck were those? She also felt the distinct sensation of something porturding from her spine and rubbing uncomfortably against the back of the seat.
Belle was far too distracted to notice the slow moving, red sedan in front of her flashing its brake lights. ‘Are those horns? Oh god-- fuck… No-- it’s not… I can’t be…’
“WHAM!”
Belle smacked right into the backside of the car ahead, taking out its rear driver-side light. Everything right after that was a blur. Belle panicked and broke down sobbing, turning her car as she drove it over the sidewalk and into a strip-mall parking lot. Thankfully, she didn’t run anyone over or bump into any other vehicles.
“Oh god…” Belle wailed, putting her car in park despite not being in an actual parking spot. This was a nightmare. She wasn’t hurt, but that didn’t mean there was nothing for her to worry about.
The red vehicle pulled into a spot near Belle and a fat, red-faced man with a thick beard and bald head got out of the car. “FUCK!” He screamed when seeing his back bumper. He put his hands on the sides of his head, staring in disbelief. Immediately after, he swiveled his head toward Belle with a look of fury. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!? THIS CAR IS BRAND FUCKIN’ NEW!!” He barked, furiously walking toward her.
Belle sobbed, tears falling from her face as she cracked her window slightly. “I-- I’m so sorry!” She choked, placing her hands over her face. “I-- I am-- mmoooo…” She let out a sudden bovine-like moan as her horns grew to half an inch. She was too hysterical to notice the small tufts of white fur sprouting from her ankles and wrists. All the while, her oversize tits and ass strained and expanded.
She had completely lost control of her life and was on a downward spiral. Her life situation had done a complete one-eighty from the day prior when she was granted a day of clarity to redeem herself.
CHAPTER END
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