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Sophia sat on Roger's couch, breathing slowly as she clutched her wrist. In a few minutes, she'd explain to Belle the harsh reality of her next seventy-two hours. How much more of this could she bear?
Roger left the kitchen, placing a glass of iced tea on the coffee table before Sophia. "So, your friend is in quite the pickle, eh?" He asked with a sigh, taking a seat on the chair adjacent to her. "Sorry you've had to deal with so much," he offered sympathetically.
Sophia folded her hands in her lap, averting her gaze downward. Recalling the last forty-eight hours made her heart sink. There had been so much screaming and crying; all the while, she had spent the previous hours watching her supposed best friend horrifically transform into a cow before her eyes.
"Not sure how much you know, but folks like myself still commune with the goddess. I know she can seem cruel, but I can assure you her good deeds for humanity greatly outweigh any punishments she dolls out," Roger stated.
Sophia recalled Hesat's willingness to hear her out and listen to her logic. While she felt the punishment wasn't entirely fair, the goddess didn't seem heartless. Despite Sophia challenging Hesat, the goddess complimented and offered her a life-changing blessing. "I understand. Whether I agree with her decisions or not, I don't think Hesat is evil," Sophia said quietly. "If anything, I'm excited to see how better my future will be because of her." She winced when the words left her mouth, struck by guilt. Considering what Belle had gone through, it seemed cruel for her to be excited in any way, shape, or form.
Roger's visage softened as he reached over and touched her shoulder. "Life is complicated. I won't pretend I know exactly how you feel, but it's okay to feel conflicted."
Sophia was grateful for Roger's reassurance. She looked toward him with tired eyes. "I just--," she stammered, holding back tears and biting her lower lip. "I don't know if I'm making awful mistakes. Have I been a bad friend? Should I have tried harder to bargain with Hesat?"
Roger withdrew his hand and observed Sophia intently. "The fact you're concerned about these things means you're not a bad person," he assured her. "If you were selfish or heartless, you wouldn't worry yourself with feelings of self-doubt." He scratched his stubble and contemplated his following words. "From my experience, selfish folks will go through mental gymnastics to justify their selfishness."
Sophia felt a small amount of relief from the farmer's words. "Everything is happening so fast, it's hard to process what's right or wrong. I really am trying my best," she murmured.
"It's easy to see what we should have done in hindsight. Simply not knowing the right choice doesn't make you a bad person," he promised. "Why don't you let me help you?"
Sophia began to feel better. "Thank you." She felt overwhelmingly relieved over having someone else who could help with the whole cursed Belle situation.
Roger stood and straightened his plaid button-up shirt. "I'll go help Miss Bellle for the moment. Stay here and take a little time for a breather, alright?"
Sophia wasn't in any position to argue. "Y-- Yeah. That sounds good. Let me know if I'm needed, okay?"
Roger nodded. "Sure thing." With that, he took his leave.
"Mmmmgghh…" Belle groaned as her udder swelled and her fingers stiffened. She could think more clearly now and no longer felt the body-wide changes. “F-- Fahck…” She choked out as her fattened tongue failed to form proper words. She desperately tried to force her fingers apart, but it took great effort to wiggle them. To make things worse, she had lost the ability to move her fingertips, the top joints fusing. “N-- Neeugh… P-- Please…” She gasped, staring in sheer horror as her fingertips darkened. How much longer would it be? Minutes? Hours? She knew intrinsically that her hands would be no more by the night's end.
While Belle lamented her fate, Roger walked down the porch with a blanket and approached the car. Upon opening the backdoor, he kept a straight face while looking at the sorry half-bovine creature before him. "Miss Belle. Let me help you."
Belle stared at the man, barely registering he was there. She didn't fight him as she mechanically went through the motions of letting Roger help her from the backseat. Her bloated body, massive tits, and pseudo-udder made it hard to get out, but she managed in the end. As she stood, her tender nipples chafed against the car seat, resulting in painful spasms. “M-- Mmoooohh…” She moaned as the four budding teats pulsed and oozed milk.
Despite Belle's illy fitted poncho offering some degree of cover, Roger wrapped her in the blanket and helped her to her feet-- or, hooves, rather. "I know it's hard to walk. Just put one foot in front of the other," the farmer said reassuringly.
Belle staggered, finding it difficult to maintain her upright posture as her legs creaked and wobbled. Her hooves were poorly suited for bipedal walking, but she managed to trudge onward. Each step caused her swollen milk sack to sway and writhe, bouncing painfully each time her foot hit the ground. Her tits followed suit, straining and aching as sweat beaded and rolled down Belle's increasingly fur-covered body. The white fur with black splotches had crept most of the way up her arms and legs, with fur patches spattered across the rest of her body in various places.
As they passed the house and approached the pasture, Belle partially snapped out of her stupor and felt concerned. “W-- Whar-- aw--”
"It's okay; don't push yourself when it's hard to speak," the farmer calmly replied. "There's a reason we're not going inside. Just trust me."
Belle begrudgingly continued, grunting and moaning as opaque fluid leaked from her six teats. All the while, her fingers had darkened down to the second knuckle. She could no longer separate her index fingers from the middle fingers or her pinky fingers from the ring fingers. With her wrist popping and cracking, she knew, much to her horror, that her hands would be taking on a distinctly cloven look. “N-- Neeugh… Oh g-- gawwd… I-- M-- Mrrroooooo…” She let out a low cow-like bellow as her elongated ears twitched and her tail wildly flicked.
Roger gave her a sympathetic look. "It will be alright. Come now; this way." He led her into a free stable with freshly laid hay. "This one here is new. We haven't had a cow in here yet, so it's ideal," he muttered as he scratched his chin and glanced around the enclosure.
Belle's heart raced even faster as she tore her eyes away from her hand and looked at Roger bewildered. “W-- Wh…” Her words slurred as she clumsily attempted to string together a coherent sentence. The blanket began slipping off her shoulders as she spoke, and she fell to her knees.
Roger took a slow breath and leaned against the stable wall. His brow furrowed as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. "There's no easy way to go about this, so I'll come right out and tell it to you straight."
'Oh god-- fuck… What now? I thought-- I thought I was getting another chance…' Belle didn't know how much more of this she could take, her whole body quaking as she waited for Roger to continue.
"Hesat has issued you a challenge. If you overcome it, you have a chance at getting your old body and life back. First, I'm sorry to say, but you will have four hooves and a fully-formed udder by today's end."
Tears streamed from Belle's face. “N-- Neeeeuuuugh-- M-- Mmmoooo!” Belle wailed, her loins and six teats tingling and pulsing against her will. She figured her hands would soon disappear, but the confirmation terrified her. The bones in her hands cracked and snapped as the transformation process barreled forward. Her fingers fully calcified, hardening into a cloven look. All the while, her wrists and forearms broadened and creaked.
"Other than the hooves and udder, there won't be any further changes for the next seventy-two hours. You won't have to worry about triggering something unwanted." He scratched his chin again, gritting his teeth as he listened to Belle's cries of lamentation.
“I-- I w-- wahnth… T-- Teeuegh-- g-- go i-- insh--shhooooo…” Belle desperately attempted to express her desire to leave the stable and go inside. The farmer's explanation of the next three days did nothing to alleviate the dread festering within. That was three days of living as a half-human abomination with an engorged udder and no hands. ‘Hesat-- please… I'm so sorry-- I know what I did wrong… I know I'm selfish. Please don't do this…' She sent her silent pleas into the aether without knowing if Hesat heard her.
Roger's visage turned somber as he felt a great pain. He didn't question Hesat's wisdom and was sure Belle must have deserved the punishment, but that didn't mean he enjoyed seeing her suffer. "There's more to explain; sorry, dear." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Once these last couple of changes are complete, you will spend the next three days living as a cow. That means no clothes, walking around on all-fours, daily milkings-- the works."
As the farmer spoke, Belle's ears began ringing. She felt like every word was carved into her brain with a jagged knife. 'Live-- as a cow? What? Is this a joke?' She was beyond the point where she could feel any worsening physical manifestations of fear and unrest. The sensations of icy terror and adrenaline coursing through her bloated frame had hit what she assumed to be the apex. “Mmmmghhh-- ooooooh…” She groaned as tears trickled from her eyes and splashed upon the dirt. "P-- Pleeashh-- W-- Whersh i--ish So-oooo!!" Her attempt at pleading sidelined into a low, warbling moan as her tits and teats convulsed in unison, spurting milk upon the ground in perfect harmony.
"Don't worry about speakin', hon," the farmer gently replied, wincing at the sight before him.
"Sorry, I'm the one breaking the news to you. Your friend can only deal with so much in one day; she needs a break." Sophia was an upstanding young lady, and he felt somewhat paternal toward her. "She risked a lot, you know," he stated as he stepped away from the wall and approached Belle.
Belle momentarily felt a flash of anger. She was the one suffering through this horrific ordeal, but Sophia was the one who needed a break? Compared to her, Sophia was living in blissful luxury.
Roger stopped before Belle and knelt, grabbing the blanket as he pulled it away from her. The poncho underneath barely hid her tits, and he grabbed the hem to pull it away. "I can see the rage in your eyes. You think Sophia should sacrifice every ounce of her emotional well-being for you?"
That wasn't it-- of course not! Belle just happened to be in need right now, not Sophia. When the farmer began to strip her, she let out a mournful, angry cry and tried to pull away. "N-- N--ooooooh!" Her hands contorted and quivered, finishing their transition into a set of hooves to match the ones in the back. As she attempted to fight against Roger, she lost her balance and put her hands out to break her fall. Much to her horror, she landed on her front hooves with an unceremonious "Clop!". As the poncho slid away, she could clearly stare past her inhumanly massive tits, seeing a perfectly manicured pair of cloven hooves. Nothing resembling human remained. "N-- NEEEUUUUUGH!" She wailed, trying to stand as she wobbled and fell back onto all-fours, her naked ass sticking into the air while her cow tail frantically swished.
Roger stepped away with a grimace. "There's no avoiding it, lass. If you want to be human again, you must live as a cow. If you resist, the next three days will become a sneak peek into the rest of your life."
Belle groaned and trembled as her udder fattened. Milk filled the stretchy pink sack, her teats extending to the proper length. She could only let out desperate groans and cries as her udder jiggled and throbbed. 'I-- I'm not a cow… I-- I'm not… I'm not a fucking cow-- I… I have to be good-- be good…'
Roger scratched his head and looked at Belle. "I'm going to give you a little time to cool off. I'll return shortly to see if you're hungry." He nodded his head and took his leave.
Belle shook, watching as the farmer disappeared from the stable and headed toward the farmhouse. Just like that, she was alone in the stable, unable to stand on her feet. "M-- Moooo!" She screamed in desperation, letting out a wholly bovine cry. Now that she was completely naked on four hooves, she found it challenging to claim she wasn't a cow. The swollen sack hanging from her abdomen only served to reinforce this notion. She had no idea how she would survive the next seventy-two hours.
CHAPTER END
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