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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 a
While Belle fought for her humanity, Hesat slept upon a grassy patch in her astral realm, her body in the form of an ethereal white cow. "Mmmmm…" She let out a yawn and stretched before opening her eyes.
She glanced around the peaceful meadow and began planning for the day. The life of a goddess could be both hectic and tedious depending on what responsibilities they had to tend to at any given time.
After contemplating, she recalled Belle and the tribulations she endured at this very second. 'Ah, yes,' she beamed, standing to her hooves as her tail lazily flicked about. She closed her eyes, a shimmering white light enveloping her.
Hesat connected with Belle's sense of sight and peered through her eyes while getting a feel of her mental state. From her vantage point, she saw the inside of a car and felt the abject despair radiating from Belle's psyche. Sophia sat in the front seat, occasionally offering words of encouragement.
'What a good friend; you should have cherished her,' Hesat signed, disappointedly shaking her head. She clearly saw how far Belle had already transformed; even in just these last twenty-four hours, her transition to cowhood had rapidly accelerated. A pang of sadness overtook the cow goddess as she considered Belle's inability to take control in time. She doubted Belle would return to reality after slipping this far into the abyss.
'Your new life won't be that bad. Sorry, sugar,' Hesat lamented. She genuinely hoped Belle would have been able to redeem herself and rid herself of the curse, but she would have plenty of time to think about her actions while living on a farm.
Hesat didn't have confidence in Belle but chose to continue watching from afar. Something unexpected could happen.
Before long, Sophia and Belle arrived at their apartment. Sophia offered words of comfort before getting out and running in to retrieve the statuette from where Belle said she left it last.
Belle helplessly watched as her friend disappeared into their home. She put her hands over her face and trembled, repressing tears as she tried not to lament her terrible fate. What if Mr. Nguyen couldn't help? What if he wasn't even at the Uptown Marketplace? She didn't have time to waste; it was doubtful she'd retain her humanity for too much longer.
Eventually, Sophia returned to the car with a cardboard box, which she placed in the backseat. She decided to keep the figure hidden, assuming Belle didn't want to have to look at it.
As the girls drove to the Uptown Marketplace, Belle shook in the backseat as her tits and nethers continuously throbbed. She'd occasionally salivate when the fragrance of grass flooded her brain, and periodic thoughts of bull cock caused unwanted surges of arousal.
"I-- I'm not a cow… I'm not a fucking cow-- I can't be…" She groaned as her sweat-drenched tits heaved with every breath. A rash-like itchiness slowly inched up her legs and arms, now going past her wrists and ankles as her glossy fur coat threatened to fill in. To make things worse, her hands and feet started to cramp up, which couldn't mean anything good.
"We'll find a way out of this, okay?" Sophia reassured while biting her lower lip. She clutched the steering wheel tightly enough for the whites of her knuckles to show.
Belle heard Sophia's words but took little to no comfort in them. In the back of her head, she felt bottomless despair. Much to her chagrin, her abdomen grew itchier and more inflamed.
"Aggh!" Belle gasped as the four fleshy bumps on her tummy spasmed and suddenly grew, extending to nearly an inch. "N-- NO!" Belle wailed, probing her stomach in desperation as she felt her pseudo-teats. She couldn't see below her beach-ball tits.
Just brushing upon them was enough to make her quiver while letting out a lewd moan.
"Mooooo-oooohh…." She trembled, resting her head back as her pussy and nipples reacted in suit. Opaque fluid oozed from her nipples, followed by an unwelcome sensation from her soon-to-be udder. Just like her breasts, her four new teats beaded with milk as they gradually came to life.
'I have a fucking udder,' Belle thought in complete disbelief. Additionally, her growing tail forced her to shift in her seat to avoid causing pain to the new appendage.
"We're almost there, okay? Just five minutes," Sophia insisted with a forced smile before turning onto the highway to speed things up.
"I-- I'm sorry, Sophia…" Belle choked as she went through another cycle of grief. “Fuck-- fuck… I should have been a better friend. I'm so sorry," she stammered.
"Don't talk like that. We'll get you through this somehow-- okay?" Her words lacked firm conviction.
Belle slowly shook her head. "I don't-- d-- mmooooo!" Her voice momentarily dropped a few octaves, taking on a bovine-like drawl. As soon as the inhuman noise left her mouth, she turned crimson in complete shame and covered her mouth. “Fuck-- fuck, no…” She felt her sanity slipping away.
Sophia took a slow breath and focused on the road. "Just-- just try to stay calm," she muttered while anxiously watching the highway exit signs.
Belle groaned as her mouth cracked and popped. She felt her bones grind while her skin and muscle stretched. Eyes wide in terror, she felt her mouth and noticed it now jutted forward more than usual. Her nose was also a bit flatter than expected, with her tongue fattening. If this kept up, she would soon be unable to speak. "M-- My moush-- mouth!" She slurred, becoming hysterical as she broke down sobbing.
"The exit is right here; we'll be there in just a minute," Sopha insisted with a shaky voice.
"Why-- why ish this happenin to meh…" Belle was quickly descending into the worst existential crisis of her life. All of her life goals and aspirations had been stripped away from her one by one. Her internet career was dead, her boyfriend left her, her father basically considered her a lost cause, and now she was turning into a fat farm animal that only existed to eat, sleep, shit, breed, and produce milk.
Even though she asked why this was happening to her, she understood very well what led her to this fate. All she could do was pray and beg for a way out, a lifeline she could use to climb up from the great chasm she fell into.
"Urggh!" The cramping in Belle's feet intensified as if her toes were twisting and snapping. What the hell was happening? It took her a moment to understand the likely cause of her foot pain, her blood turning to ice.
'Hooves.'
The word echoed through her head, serving as an ominous omen. "I-- I don't want hooves!" She screamed as Sophia pulled into the parking lot. "I don't want to loosh my feet-- muh hands… Sophia, pleash help meh!!" It grew more difficult to string coherent sentences together by the second.
"I know, sweetie-- we're here, okay?" She parked and unfastened her seatbelt before getting out and opening the back door. "Can you stand? Do you need me to go check for you?"
Belle tried to keep her sanity intact as Sophia helped her unfasten her seatbelt. Upon trying to stand, her body wobbled, and she fell onto her butt. Her cramping ankles made it difficult to get up. “I can’t-- I cahnt get up…” She whimpered, looking up at Sophia in desperation.
Sophia suppressed a gasp when looking at her friend. Belle's face looked strange and inhuman, her mouth unnaturally sticking out more than an inch. Her nose had half-flattened, with her ears now sitting a solid four or five inches above where they should have been and covered with a thin layer of fur. On top of that, Belle's once blue eyes were now a dark grayish color with a couple of dark brown spots.
Belle trembled, shifting her eyes away as she bit her lip. “D-- dohnt stahr at meh…” She mumbled in humiliation, finding it increasingly difficult to speak.
Sophia closed her eyes and took a slow breath. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to stare. Why don't you wait here? I can go in for you," she suggested with a wavering smile.
Belle's chest throbbed, and she felt as though she was hearing through a fishbowl. Now was a bad time for another anxiety attack; she had to keep her shit together. "O-- Okay..." She murmured in response. There was nothing else she could do.
Sophia calmly assured her friend that she'd do everything she could to help before grabbing the box and taking her leave, leaving the car on so the interior would be appropriately air-conditioned.
Belle sat in silence, with only the sound of air vents to keep her company. She slowly panted while staring at the back of Sophia as she approached the Uptown Marketplace entryway. Belle couldn't help but feel a massive pang of envy as she observed Sophia's lithe, feminine shape moving quickly. Her own body had grown bloated and misshapen, with fur and inhuman characteristics taking hold.
'It's not fair...' She thought to herself. Sure, she should have behaved better, but the punishment did not fit the crime in her eyes. Plenty of people in life have done far worse things, so why did she have to be the one to get turned into a fucking cow, of all things?
Logically, she understood why the curse befell her. Regardless of fairness, she was the one who stole and tarnished the goddess's idol. A combination of foolish behavior and lousy luck brought her down this road of no return.
What were the odds that she'd be the one to suffer through this ordeal? If only she hadn't gone to the Uptown Marketplace that day. If only she hadn't stolen Hesat's statue. If only she hadn't defaced the idol for laughs and clicks. Her regret stretched onward, encompassing a wide berth of actions and scenarios she desperately wished she could undo.
"Ugh..." Her feet cramped while her mouth tingled uncontrollably. She shakily slipped a hand to the side of her head, feeling where her ear should have been. When she didn't find it, she bit her lip and hesitantly checked higher, where she discovered her elongated and deformed ear four inches above where it should have been.
Amidst her existential dread, her lamentations of regret continued, causing her psyche to spiral further into the abyss. There were so many things she could have handled better. But that was the thing. She didn't handle them appropriately.
"F-- Fuck..." She groaned as her nipples and four teats ached and quivered. Creamy fluid beaded atop each of the six fleshy bumps while she felt a slow, inflating sensation beneath her navel. She couldn't ignore her udder's slow but steady growth.
'It would be nice if someone milked me,' an unwanted thought sounded in her head, cutting through the maelstrom of primal fear.
For a brief moment, Belle was overwhelmed by giddiness at the prospect of someone relieving her of milk. A second later, her face contorted into a visage of horror. "NO!!!" She screamed hysterically, shaking her head. As she grew more aroused, her terror grew at the same rate. How was she supposed to live this way?
"Mmm---ooooooh!" Her voice momentarily dropped an octave as orgasmic bursts unwillingly rippled through her crotch and breasts. Most disturbingly, the pleasurable waves reached her pseudo-udder, causing the swollen sack to writhe and convulse.
"Mmoooooo!" She moaned as her nipples and teats spasmed in unison, causing milk spurts to coat the back of the seat in front of her. While rightfully horrified, instinct urged her to pursue physical pleasure.
Despite remaining lucid, the hormones rushing through her overpowered her sense of reason. 'No-- no, no... Stop-- stop this now...' She begged herself as she slid a trembling hand between her legs. 'I can't-- it will speed up the transformation. Stop-- don't do this, please...'
Belle probed her vulva, letting out a low cow-like drawl as her genitals writhed with insatiable need. As the cramping in her feet intensified, she brushed a fingertip over her clit and rubbed in slow circles. "Mooooo!"
She lost all control, cupping her massive, engorged tit with her free hand as she squeezed. A torrent of opaque liquid jettisoned like a geyser as euphoric bliss cascaded through her tits and nethers. "MOOOO!" She massaged her breast and vigorously stroked her moist folds.
'I need to stop-- oh god-- fuck, fuck, I need to stop now.'
Tears dripped down her cheek as she found herself unable to cease. Her toes stiffened so they wouldn't budge, and she still masturbated.
"I-- I cahnt sh--shtahp..." Her words grew more slurred as her mouth grew less human. At this rate, she feared she would be a fat, dumb dairy cow within the next couple of days at most.
CHAPTER END
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