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Belle cried in horror and pleasure as she witnessed her clothes rip and her buttons pop off. "N-- NO!!!" She wailed as tears streamed from her face. 'I don't want to be a FUCKING COW!'
Thomas' eyes widened as he took a step back. "By the love of God, what's wrong with you?" He stammered.
Belle's tits and ass swelled while a couple of tufts of white fur appeared on her forearms and calves. Her tail slowly extended outward while her horns grew more pronounced. What an absolute nightmare; not only was her body changing against her will, but a strange, creepy man watched it happen in real-time. "D-- Don't look at me!" She screamed, trembling while trying to cover her chest. As she did so, a lewd moan flowed from her lips.
A maelstrom of conflicting emotions crashed through her, with voices simultaneously screaming for her to fight the changes and embrace them. As soon as she tried to ruminate on her misfortune, an unwanted, nagging thought forced her rational mind into the background.
'You chose this. A life of grazing, fucking, and milking might not be so bad,' the internal voice whispered. She couldn't tell whether it was her subconscious or Hesat screwing with her.
"You're getting my couch filthy!" The man shouted in disbelief, opening and closing his mouth. By now, his face was bright crimson and coated in sweat. "You should have told me you were sick," he grunted, putting a hand on his chin as he cursed.
Belle had no clue what Thomas was planning to do when he brought her here, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. 'I'm a human-- I'm human… Fuck-- what do I do!?' She knew this was her fault. She begged Hesat for a second chance, received it, and blew it completely. “I-- I don’t-- I don’t want this… I-- I'm sorry… Please, I don't want to be a fucking, goddamn cow!" Belle hysterically screeched, putting her hands over her face as she sobbed.
Thomas offered little sympathy. "How is this even possible? Dammit, you're sweatin' like a damned hog! Stand up; I'm going to get something for you to sit on," he grunted before waddling out of the room.
Every fiber of Belle's being demanded, she flees. As soon as Thomas was out of sight, she stood and staggered, attempting to gain her footing amidst her accelerated transformation. "Ugh…" She groaned, putting one foot in front of the other as she trudged toward the kitchen door. Her pants had unzipped all the way with no button to keep them in place. “Fuck-- come on… I'm better than this-- I can do this," she choked, gritting her teeth as she reached her goal. As she reached a shaky, sweat-drenched handout, she noticed something that caused her heart to sink; a small patch of white fur sat atop the skin below her wrist. To make things worse, she swore she saw a few more hairs sprout before her eyes.
"You had time to save yourself, you know. You only have yourself to blame," an alien voice sounded in her head.
Belle let out a growl of desperate anger, opening the door as she pressed the garage door button. She lumbered down the steps, taking labored breaths as her increasingly thick tits and ass strained against their damp fabric prison. It was only a matter of time before her shirt and pants ripped off completely, leaving her naked and exposed to the elements.
With that being said, what would staying out of sight accomplish? Staying free of voyeurs wouldn't save her in any meaningful way. 'How do I stop this? What can I do? No-- oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck…'
Thomas stuck his head out, watching with a scowl as Belle approached the end of his driveway. "Oi!!! Where the hell ya think you're going?? I wasn't done with you yet," he demanded. Before he could chase after Belle, he began to cough and shake, clutching the door frame while perspiring buckets. “G-- Get… Back here…" He wheezed in protest.
Belle briefly noted that Thomas seemed incapable of pursuit but was quickly dragged back to reality with more sobering thoughts. She was wandering through an unfamiliar neighborhood and didn't have her car. Phone usage was necessary, but she wanted to put more distance between herself and Thomas first.
She panted as she slowly marched down the sidewalk, her gigantic tits breaking a few more stitches with an audible tear. Her inadequate panties rode into her ass crack and vulva, fitting much like a thong. The throbbing from her nipples and between her legs proved extremely distracting, nearly causing her mind to wander despite her dire straits. Flashbacks to her hike with Bret flashed through her head as she salivated. Her mind wandered from trying to problem solve to remembering how incredible the grass smelled. She had been desperate for her mate to stimulate her and relieve the tension in her tits.
Immediately after, she recalled fragments of a past dream. She had a cow's body at the time, with a swollen udder swinging low on her abdomen. There were no pleasurable sensations remotely comparable to how it felt to get fucked by a big bull cock and milked by firm farmer hands.
Belle's eyes widened in horror, her body trembling as she stopped in her tracks. What the hell was she doing? She didn't have time to think about this bullshit. Much relieved, she found a shaded bus stop around the corner. She waddled over and sat before any wandering eyes could ogle her. As her ass made contact with the bench, the crotch and inseam of her pants tore, her milky thighs breaking through.
"Ungh…" Belle grunted, staring down at herself in utter disbelief. Her bra cups rode down, exposing her swollen nipples. Her areolae were left red and agitated, but that was the least of her worries. “Oh god-- shit…” She stammered, crossing her arms over her chest in a vain attempt at modesty.
As if on cue, a middle-aged, chubby woman in a floral sundress entered the bus stop's shelter and sat a few feet from Belle. "Hello, dear. How are you today?" She asked with a warm smile. She had some facial wrinkles and gray-streaked brown hair pulled into a bun.
'No-- no, fuck off… I don't have time for this!' As she feebly attempted to gather her wits, Belle trembled in anger and fear. “I-- I mm-mooooooh…” She groaned as her panties rubbed against her clit, sending an orgasmic pulse through her hyper-sensitive pussy. The pleasurable burst cascaded into an avalanche of pure bliss, her vaginal walls spasming uncontrollably. "Mmooooooooh!" Tears streamed from her face as her sense of panic intensified.
"Oh my. Is everything okay? You seem to be sweating a whole lot; you look red," she said as she squinted through her glasses. "I can't see all that well, even with these glasses."
Belle grimaced, crossing her arms as she scooched away from the nosey woman. "I-- I'm fine! Just l-- leave me aloof one." Her words drew out at the end. She then adjusted and slid forward without thinking about it to make room for her tail.
The woman scoffed and pursed her lips. "Well, EXCUSE me. I'm just trying to show some concern for you!"
'Fuck-- should I call Sophia? I can’t-- fuck, fuck, fuck…’ She needed to string together a coherent train of thought, but her mental faculties wouldn't keep up. A few nights prior, she couldn't defeat a braindead easy boss while streaming. At the time, she froze and panicked, unable to overcome the weakness that befell her. 'It's happening again, dammit all.' She let out a growl of pure anger and pulled her phone from her purse with a trembling hand. Even if Sophia hated her, she had to do something. Maybe if she apologized to Sophia and confessed to her what was happening, she would be able to help. It wasn't like she could call her father, Bret, or Daniela to come help.
"Where are your manners, young lady? When I was your age, I made it a point to respect my elders," the woman rambled on.
Belle's face contorted into a rage as she sharply turned and stared daggers into the woman. She momentarily forgot to cover her chest, leaving her massive chest mounds hanging free and exposed. "I don't have time for you-- oooooh!" She felt her facial bones crack and shift slightly while her breasts suddenly convulsed with painful-yet-pleasurable waves. Memories of her dream as a cow flitted through her brain as if deliberately tormenting her. Without warning, steaming hot jets of milk shot from her nipples at high speed.
"Are your parents aware that-- EEEEEEK!" The woman suddenly shrieked when creamy fluid pelted across her face and blouse, soaking through the floral-patterned cotton.
"N-- NO!!!" Belle screamed, attempting to cover her disobedient mammaries. It was to no avail; they were too large and sensitive to do anything about, and as soon as she made contact with them, she cried out and pulled away. She choked and sobbed, turning her body away as tears of shame slid down her face and splashed onto the concrete below.
"You should be ashamed!" The woman yelled, standing to her feet as her body shook. "I'm calling the police on you for your blatant indecency!" She barked, storming off with her phone drawn.
“Ugh-- no, fuck-- don’t… Please don't…" Belle begged, shaking her head as the world caved in. She sniffed and stood to her feet with a wobble, her ass and breasts making it difficult to find balance. Without waiting, she stumbled away and began to dial Sophia's number. There was no other choice; she could only beg for forgiveness and help. Maybe Sophia could use her clear mind to help her devise a way to stop the transformation.
As she trudged down the sidewalk, she noticed a couple on the opposite side of the street staring at her in disbelief. She bit her lip and raised an arm to cover her chest, letting out a small yelp of pain upon brushing her swollen nipples. 'God dammit-- don't look at me! Don'f fucking look at me!'
The couple whispered before the woman waved over and yelled. "Miss, do you need help? Are you okay?"
Belle resisted the urge to tell the couple to fuck off. Asshole-like behavior already dragged her down this far; she didn't need to exacerbate the situation; if anything, doing so might speed up her journey toward completely cow-hood. Her blood ran colder with every step as she grew increasingly aware of her tail and horns. She felt her insides churn and shift while her bones occasionally creaked and popped. Most alarmingly, the skin below her navel felt inflamed and itchy. Under normal circumstances, she'd assume she had some kind of rash. When considering her recent experiences, it was more likely that-- no. She refused to follow that line of thinking straight into an abyss of despair.
She finally clicked the call button when she noticed a small park with verdant greenery ahead of her to the left and went straight toward the closest tree. As the phone rang, she lumbered and wheezed while cursing her misfortune. Thankfully, the park was empty. She slumped against the tree, facing away from the sidewalk as her body was obscured and shaded.
Sophia finally picked up. "What is it?" Her voice bluntly demanded from the other side.
“S-- Sophia-- I… I…” Belle began to speak but found it difficult to find the right words. She had never felt so ashamed of herself before. After telling off Sophia and freaking out, she now found herself in need of a friend. What could she even say? “P-- Please-- help… I-- I don't… I don't want to change… I want to be a human-- please… I'm stranded…" She babbled, using every ounce of her willpower to string a coherent sentence together.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Sophia's voice immediately took on a concerned tone. "Where are you? What's going on?"
Upon hearing Sophia's warm tone, Belle felt a pang of relief. “I-- I was cursed… I-- I stole it from the Uptown Market-- I-- I didn't think stuff like this was real…" She nearly shakily whispered, her voice quivering.
"Curse? What? Tell me where you are; I'll come to get you," Sophia insisted. "You can explain later." The details weren't important right now.
“I-- I’m at…” Belle trembled as she scanned her surroundings from left to right. She saw a sign and momentarily struggled to read it. “W-- West… Westbrook Park… I'm s-- sitting under a big tree near the back…"
After describing her location, Belle hung up the call. Sophia assured her that she would be there as soon as possible. Now that she could finally catch her breath, she looked down at herself with a feeling of abject disgust. Her tits were larger than her head and constantly leaking milk. Her pants were ill-fitted tatters that failed to properly encase her legs. Her panties unceremoniously flossed her sensitive nethers and chafed whenever she moved. Above all else, her tail, horns, and the itchy flesh below her navel were the most significant concerns.
She grunted as her tail unconsciously swished and tried to stop it from moving. Unfortunately for her, it seemed to have a mind of its own. She touched the horns atop her head, feeling utterly numb as she noted they must have been over an inch long by now. Her mental and emotional stress started to boil over, leaving her emotionally drained but no less terrified.
She briefly thought about Bret, her father, Sophia, and all of the "Belleievers" she was letting down. An overwhelming torrent of regret crashed through her, filling her to the brim with anguish. This might not have happened if she put effort into changing herself.
When she thought of Hesat, an unbridled rage bubbled within her. There was no way in hell she would get her humanity back from Hesat. If an apparent 'cow goddess" existed, then other forms of magic probably existed as well-- right? She clenched and unclenched her fists before gripping her knees and taking slow, shallow breaths. Her only hope was to find another way to break the curse. Maybe she could find a way to free herself from Hesat's malicious grasp.
CHAPTER END
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