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Belle's life flashed before her eyes as she waited for Sophia to pick her up. As a little girl in third grade, she recalled a time when she accidentally broke her teacher's laptop and successfully pinned the blame on another student. A semblance of guilt had welled within her then, but she recalled a more overwhelming sense of relief over not having to suffer any ramifications.
There was another time when she broke her father's decorative lawn gnome and schemed up an entire elaborate story. She deliberately scuffed her knee and fabricated a tale of woe that involved a giant dog chasing her and her accidentally breaking the lawn gnome as she fled.
'Is there something wrong with me?' She thought amidst her sorrow, placing her hands over her face as she trembled. Small itchy patches sparsely cropped up from various places all over her body. She couldn't bear the thought that she was growing fur and that a very real set of horns sat atop her head.
The space below her navel burned as if she had waded through poison ivy. She absentmindedly scratched for a few seconds to alleviate the itch before abruptly stopping. Her blood ran cold as she shakily probed her tummy, feeling just how swollen it had become. The idea that she would grow an udder had floated in the back of her head, but it had been too dreadful a worry to dwell on.
"N-- No... No, no, no..." Belle stammered. Much to her dismay, she found four fleshy bumps sticking out just slightly from her swelling belly.
Her mind immediately flashed back to her day of work at Roger's farm. When she milked that fat dairy cow, she made such content sounds. It must have felt incredible to have such immense pressure relieved. Before she could stop herself, Belle imagined herself as a bloated bovine, standing on all fours as a farmer's firm hands drained every ounce of creamy fluid from her engorged milk sack.
A hot tingle erupted deep within her and spread through her loins and breasts, causing her vagina to momentarily convulse. "Mm--oooooh..." Belle moaned, her nipples spasming in turn as milk dribbled down her massive chest mounds.
"F-- Fuck... I don't want to be a cow... I don't want to be milked..." Belle choked, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her entire being had been swept up in a storm of conflicting emotions; on the one hand, she was petrified and outraged at the utter mess her life had become. On the other hand, some mix of hormones, instinct, and Hesat's meddling urged her to give in to the vices of cowhood.
She clenched her hands more tightly over her face, adrenaline ravaging her ever-changing body. If there were a rock bottom for Belle, this would have to be it; she saw no way out of the waking nightmare that was her existence.
Belle's mouth ran dry, causing her to swallow and smack her tongue in her mouth. She immediately noticed a couple of oddities; her tongue felt a little more cumbersome in her mouth, and her face, from her nose down to her chin, had begun to tingle.
She vaguely heard a car pulling up nearby, along with a door opening and shutting, but she lacked the mental fortitude to pay attention to much of anything. It wasn't until a voice called out that she took notice.
"Belle! Are you over there?" Sophia's voice called.
Relief swept over Belle as she peeked over from behind the tree. " I-- I'm over here..." She weakly stated, her voice quivering as she stammered each word.
Sophia urgently trotted over. When she rounded the tree and saw Belle, her visage contorted into pure shock. "Oh-- oh my god... Belle?" She gasped, placing a hand over her mouth while rapidly scanning Belle from top to bottom. "Stay right there-- I'll be right back, okay?" She shakily yet reassuringly stated before sprinting back to her car.
Belle watched as Sophia rummaged through her car and felt immeasurable guilt. Sophia was friends with Bret, so it was only natural they would talk to one another. On top of that, she logically understood that she had been quite shitty to her ex in a number of ways. When she blew up on Sophia, was she really directing her anger appropriately? 'Even after everything I said and did, she still came to help me at the drop of a hat,' Belle mused.
Despite all Sophia had done for her, she hadn't even been able to keep her phone away during their last outing together. It was supposed to be a day where they did Sophia's favorite things, and Belle mostly spent that afternoon trying to generate subscribers and clicks.
Sophia returned with a large white sheet. "Here. You can cover yourself with this," she insisted, draping the cloth over Belle's shoulders.
Belle struggled to grasp the sheet with shaky hands, but she soon managed to cover herself. "Thank y- you..." She muttered, staring back at her friend with red, puffy eyes.
Sophia looked at her friend carefully. Before Belle had covered herself, she noticed some peculiarities. Something stuck out from the base of her spine, and when she looked atop Belle's head, she saw distinctive horns jutting out at least three inches. There was no natural way a person could change so much in such a short period of time, especially when considering how extreme Belle's ass and tit growth had been.
"Belle... What's going on? Please talk to me," Sophia begged, slowly stepping forward before placing a hand on her shoulder.
Belle looked at Sophia with pure desperation. There was no longer any point in hiding the truth. " I-- I'm... I'm turning into..." She tried to get the rest of the words out, but there was only silence.
Sophia grew more concerned. "Turning into what? How did this happen?"
Belle shook her head, biting her lip as she struggled to find the right words. "At the Uptown Market, I-- I just--," she took a slow, ragged breath before continuing. "I shouldn't--- I shouldn't have stolen the cow statue... I did something bad." Her voice quaked with existential dread.
"You stole a cow statue? I don't understand; you're not making sense," Sophia insisted. "I remember you with a statue you called Cowtina; please tell me more," she pleaded.
Belle pushed her legs together, ignoring the burning need within her sweat-dampened loins and leaky tits. "It's an idol-- an idol of a goddess named Hesat," she spoke quietly and carefully, just barely keeping herself together. "She cursed me. I-- I'm changing into a fucking... Oh god... Oh fucking god-- no, no, no..." She panicked, rapidly shaking her head as she started to hyperventilate.
Sophia froze, carefully examining Belle again. Her face contorted into a mortified expression as the gears clicked in her head. "A cow?" She whispered in disbelief
Belle's floodgates immediately opened. "I-- I DON'T WANT TO BE A FUCKING COW!!" She screamed. "I'm sorry-- I'm sorry I was such an awful friend... I'm sorry I'm such an awful person... I-- I'm being punished... I'm being punished for being a bad person," Belle inconsolably wailed.
Sophia stood with a blank expression, repeatedly blinking as she processed the situation in front of her. She closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and slowly breathed to calm herself before speaking. "I know this will sound crazy, but I know little about magic and goddesses. I'm going to try to help you, okay?" She insisted, her quaking legs betraying her anxiety.
Belle stared back at Sophia, unable to fully understand what she was saying. Her ears wouldn't stop ringing, and she felt like her heart could go out at any moment. She had never felt this way before; was she dying? Did the stress finally boil over and push her toward death? "I-- I uh..."
Sophia knelt next to Belle and carefully wrapped her arms around her as well as she could; the massive breasts made it difficult. "You're okay, sweetheart. Can you understand me?" She asked soothingly.
"I-- I think... I'm having a heart attack..." Belle stammered, her face a visage of pure dread.
"You're probably having an anxiety attack; they can easily trick you into thinking you're dying," Sophia insisted. What would happen if they took Belle to the hospital in this state? "Inhale slowly through your nose, from your stomach, not your chest. Then exhale slowly and steadily through pursed lips. Like this." Sophia gave a demonstration of her breathing technique.
Belle wanted to avoid going to the emergency room for various reasons. She slightly nodded her head and followed Sophia's instructions. She inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth.
"Just like that; keep it up, okay?" Sophia smiled, continuing to breathe with Belle as a showing of encouragement.
Belle's immediate feelings of doom relaxed their death grip on her psyche. As her senses returned, her lamentations of regret and guilt returned ten-fold. Sophia tended to her every need without hesitation, and it was too late to make amends.
Sophia let out a sigh of relief. "Come on, let's get you to the car; we can talk while I drive."
Belle stared with a half-glazed expression before nodding her head a few seconds later. "Y-- Yes, okay..." She gladly accepted Sophia's hand as she stood and briefly wobbled while she found her footing.
"Slow steps; that's it."
Belle tightly clasped the sheet as her inhumanly large ass, and tits weighed her down. With each step, her assets heaved up and down, sending ripples through her swollen, sweat-drenched form. "Ugh..." She groaned as fur crept up her wrists and ankles. Slight tearing and popping sounds emanated from her face as she felt her mouth jut forward ever so slightly. "N-- No... Fuck-- I'm changing... It won't stop..." She gasped in horror, finding it more difficult to properly form words. At the same time, her abdomen grew itchier and took on a faintly pink color. The four fleshy bumps had become more prominent, resembling fleshy nubs that stuck out half an inch.
Sophia glanced back at Belle. "Don't focus on any of that. We need to get you to the car. Keep breathing as I showed you while we walk."
Belle reluctantly obeyed, waddling onward with trepidation and trembling legs. Putting her faith in Sophia was all she could do.
After what felt like an eternity, they made it to the car with Belle leaning against the back passenger door and panting. Sophia quickly put the key in the ignition, turning the air conditioner on full blast. She then slid the front passenger seat as far forward as possible before trotting to Belle.
Seconds later, Belle collapsed into the backseat, her tits pressing against the car seat in front of her despite the added wiggle room. "Mmm--oooooh..." She moaned as her clit spasmed and produced blissful shockwaves. Dangerous thoughts quickly flooded her, forcing her to recall the vices of cowhood.
In her dreams, living as a cow meant a life of carnal bliss. Big bull fucking, eating verdant greenery, and even shitting wherever she stood without care.
On an instinctive level, all of that sounded wonderful. However, even if she became a cow, her human intelligence and ego would never fade. She knew she would live the rest of her life in constant conflict with her body and mind. Would she eventually fall into some zen-like state where she didn't think about her days as a human any longer? At that point, would it be easier to forget?
"Belle... Belle! Stay with me! Please, say something!" Sophia shouted from the driver seat, reaching back to place a hand on Belle's knee.
Belle's senses returned as she stared back at Sophia with a look of fear and defeat. "W-- What?... You can save me?" She muttered, vaguely recalling what Sophia had said minutes earlier.
"I'm going to try. You said you stole the statue from the Uptown Market, right? Maybe we can start by returning the idol and having you apologize," Sophia suggested.
Belle blinked, completely dumbfounded. Could that really help? It certainly wouldn't hurt; why hadn't she thought of that? "Is the Uptown Marketplace open t-- today?"
"The extended summer hours started, so they should be open. If this doesn't work, I have some other ideas." She could tell Belle was just barely holding it together. "I'll be with you every step of the way, okay?" Sophia promised.
Belle nodded before letting out a low grunt. Her ears burned, and she felt like tiny needles stabbing through the soft cartilage. A small voice in her head urged that she rub and play with the nubs forming on her pseudo-utter, but she gritted her teeth and resisted the urge. If she did that, the transformation could very easily speed up.
Sophia drove as fast as she legally could, making a b-line for their apartment where they could retrieve Hesat's idol.
As they sped off, Belle's life flashed before her eyes. Every lie, every regret, every birthday and milestone. She remembered the smile on her dad's face when she first learned how to ride a bike without training wheels. She also remembered getting lost while playing in the woods with Sophia as a child, only to end up the hero when she managed to get them both home safely.
All of her dreams and aspirations would cease if she became a cow. Every life goal and all of her potential would vanish into the recesses of a bloated bovine body.
"Mmm---ooooooh..." Belle groaned, her voice dropping ever so slightly in pitch. Her ears began to elongate while growing fur and creeping upward toward a higher location on her head. "S-- Sophia... I'm sorry... I'm sorreh for everything," she stammered through her tears.
"Don't say something like that. You don't need to be sorry, we're friends. Just relax, okay?" Sophia insisted with a hint of desperation, glancing at the rear-view mirror.
While Belle trusted Sophia, she wasn't sure if there was any time left to combat her dairy-laced fate. "N-- No... I have been an awful friend... I deserved to lose Bret." She could no longer maintain any facade of strength. Hesat had soundly broken her down to nothing.
"We all have good days and bad days. We can have a heart-to-heart chat after we break this curse, okay?"
Belle couldn't rid her brain of crippling anxiety and self-doubt. All she could do was put her hands over her face and sob while leaving her fate in Sophia's hands.
CHAPTER END
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