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A teen girl with long brunette hair huffed as her school bus rolled down a bumpy dirt road. She rested her head against the window, idly staring at the sprawling green fields and pastures. "Ugggggh…" She groaned, crossing her arms and fidgeting as she silently wished to be literally anywhere else.
"It'll be fun! C'mon, Belle!" The girl sitting next to her chimed, a broad smile plastered on her face.
Belle glanced at Sophia, her eyes again shifting to her purple-dyed hair before making eye contact. She never understood why Sophia made her hair into such dumb colors when her natural look was fine. "Spending a day at the farm isn't what I'd consider fun," she dully retorted.
"It won't hurt to get some fresh air occasionally," Sophia insisted. "There's nothing like interacting with the animals on a farm. They're so gentle-- and wonderful," she nearly swooned, closing her eyes tight with a wide smile.
Belle turned her head and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure." What was so great about cows and pigs? Farms smelled awful, and the people who ran them were generally uninteresting and undereducated rednecks.
Before long, the bus pulled to a stop, and the students began filing off. Belle followed behind Sophia, offering disinterested, vague sounds of acknowledgment in response to her excited farm-related ramblings.
They were led to the pasture, where their teacher smiled brightly and pressed her fingertips together. "I'm SO excited to have the whole class here on our agricultural field trip. Farmer Theo will happily answer any and all questions, but please do your best to listen and open your minds before asking. He will be covering quite a lot of information today."
A young, well-muscled farmer wearing clean blue overalls over a white shirt stepped out with a warm smile. "Good morning, everyone," he stated warmly. "Before we start today, I'd like to tell you about myself and our work at the farm."
Belle's mind glazed over as Theo's words went in one ear and out the other. She didn't particularly care about why farms were tremendous or had to be subjected to a day of smelling manure and profuse sweating. While Sophia intently nodded and hung onto his every word, Belle focused on the farmer's other attributes instead. He had nice muscles, a squared jawline with a small amount of stubble, piercing blue eyes, and neatly trimmed hair. She assumed they'd be stuck with some old creepy hick as their chauffeur, one who'd likely be sneaking looks at Belle whenever he got the chance.
'At least I get some eye candy,' she mused.
"Alright!!" Theo beamed and clapped his hands together. "Before we head out, does anyone have any questions?"
Belle opened her mouth without thinking. "What am I supposed to do about the smell? Will I smell like cow crud all day after we leave?" She dully asked, scrunching her nose in visible disgust.
The group went silent as Sophia flashed a mortified look and stepped back from her. The teacher was about to speak when Theo laughed. "Hey now, it's a fair question. The smell is just part of the job. We wash our clothes and bathe after a hard work day, so scents shouldn't linger."
Belle just nodded and let out a low sigh as she noticed Sophia's frustration. Soon after, they walked out to the pasture to meet the cows. As they approached, Sophia stepped closer to Belle with a frustrated expression. "Can't you just be nice for one day? You know I've been looking forward to this."
"Yeah-- you've been looking forward to this, not me. I wanted to skip the field trip and do the make-up project for the grade," she insisted with a roll of her eyes.
Sophia pursed her lips and averted her gaze forward. "If you didn't want to come, why are you here?"
"You said you'd like it if I came with you. So, I did."
"I mean-- I said it would be nice if you came with me and for you to share in something I enjoy. I also said I wouldn't be upset if you didn't come and that you shouldn't if you'd hate it."
Belle huffed and crossed her arms, wincing from the thin layer of perspiration coating her body. "It's not like I can say no after you ask. I'd be the asshole in the situation if I did, so I'm here, and now you're unhappy."
Sophia clenched her hands and took a slow breath to calm herself. "I wasn't trying to trap you. You don't really think that, do you?"
Belle felt a slight pang of guilt but also grew increasingly defensive as a result. "I know you didn't do it intentionally. I just… if you know I'm not going to like something, it's easier for you not to ask, so I won't feel guilty," she insisted.
Sophia was at a loss. She had eagerly indulged in Belle's interests numerous times and had been looking forward to sharing something she loved with her best friend. Was it so difficult for Belle not to act like she hated everything for a single day? "Yeah… Okay. I won't ask you to do anything again," she quietly conceded.
Belle groaned and felt increasingly guilty. Why did Sophia have to pull that whole sad puppy act? She was about to open her mouth and tell Sophia to stop playing the whole pity card when she stopped herself. 'Dammit… Just get through the day. Indulge her just a little, and I never have to do this again.' She wiped the sweat from her brow and took a low breath. "Look-- I'm sorry. I'm PMSing and all that." They stopped near the cows, and Theo walked off to grab a couple of supplies. Belle took this opportunity to redirect the conversation. "Why don't you tell me what you love about cows and farms? You seem so giddy; I'd love to know why."
Sophia's face softened as a slight smile appeared on her lips. "Well, cows are highly intelligent and have great memories. They can have favorite people and make better company than you think," she started, going into an informative tirade on bovine facts and biology.
Belle nodded, putting in as much effort as she could into paying attention. It was admittedly tough. Learning about cows was far from the top of the topics she cared for. 'It makes her happy…' She reminded herself.
The sound of a rooster call stirred Belle from her troubled slumber. What was she dreaming about? A memory, she thought; was it that farm trip she went on in high school? Before she could think much further, she lost it.
She immediately realized how muggy it was, the sound of nature close by. She tried to stand but wobbled and immediately fell onto all four hooves.
Belle immediately felt the weight of her massive, engorged udder and was staring straight down at the front hooves where her hands once were. Her blood ran ice cold as she grew more aware of her physical condition by the second. The events of the last couple of weeks, particularly last night, weren't a horrible nightmare. She would be living as a fucking, goddamn farm cow for the next three days, just as Roger said.
'No-- no, no, no…' She internally stammered. Her mind was clearer than it had been in days, allowing her to fully appreciate the severity of her current situation.
As panic set in, she attempted to stand again, but her hips, spine, and neck shape forced her back into the far more natural 'all-fours' posture. Despite still having feminine curves and attributes, she was no longer suited for bipedal life.
"M-- Mrrooooo!" She wailed in protest, having wanted to scream 'no' rather than utter the moans of a mournful bovine. “I-- eshh-- eshh--oooo!” She tried to speak, her thick tongue clumsily sliding around her mouth in an attempt to form words. The fact her teeth felt flatter and less human was lost within her mental and emotional frenzy.
"Grrrrrrg!"
Her stomach rumbled suddenly and violently, and she was immediately aware of the earthy, verdant fragrance of greenery outside the wooden cowshed. Her mind swirled, shifting between various topics of abject horror. By now, she had exhausted so much mental and emotional energy that it was difficult to focus on her lamentations. 'When will I wake up? Things like this can't happen-- magic-- curses, none of it is real,' she told herself in denial. Were Sophia and Roger laughing at her from afar? Or, perhaps, looking at her with pity and disdain?
She walked forward, clopping with each hooved step as her engorged udder painfully swung beneath her and weighed her down. Why the hell did it hurt so bad!? The truth she wanted to hide from was right before her, gnawing at the back of her mind. Her udder was swollen to the brink with milk. If she was to live as a cow, that meant she'd need to be milked. Her heart fluttered in excitement for a brief moment, thrilled by the prospect of a firm hand relieving the mounting tension.
"N-- No-oooooo!" She cried in desperation, her voice more bestial than feminine. Thoughts of her life as Belle flitted through her head. She remembered the joy of trying on a sexy new bikini and having fun at the beach. Trying on clothes with the girls, going to midnight premieres of Hollywood movies, eating a variety of human foods, and having very much human sex with her then-boyfriend, Brent.
The cowshed door creaked open as Roger stepped in after grabbing something outside the door. "Calm your horses, now. I'm here to help," he stated warmly.
Belle's eyes shot upward, staring Roger down with rage and desperation. She wanted to scream at him with all the might she could muster.
"I'm just the messenger here, remember?" He coolly asked.
Only then did Belle notice an object in each of Roger's hands. A metal bucket and a three-legged stool. She quickly put the pieces together and realized, to her horror and delight, she was most assuredly getting milked. "D-- Deeu--- t-- tooouth meehhh!" She screamed, taking a couple of wobbly steps back while her cow tail frantically flicked and her round ass wobbled.
A look of pity momentarily flitted across Roger's face as he took a few steps forward and placed the bucket and stool down. "Look. I get it, I really do," he said calmly before leaning against the wooden cowshed wall. "I wouldn't want to be in your situation either, and your human pride doesn't accept what has to happen." Before Belle could respond, he continued. "But, this is reality, not a dream. If you don't play the part of an obedient dairy cow for the next three days, you'll spend the rest of your life indistinguishable from any other cow on the farm. Are you ready to throw your future away just so you can scream and protest right now in the present?"
Belle opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself. Her fury receded, leaving her shaking pitifully. It didn't matter if her situation was fair or not; the fact of the matter was that she'd lose everything if she didn't play along.
"You can open your mouth to speak, but only if you're letting out natural cow noises. Don't try to be human, ya hear me?" Roger asked as he crossed his arms. "Come over beside the stool. We'll get you something to eat after we get you all nice and milked, okay?" He gestured toward where she should stand.
Belle felt utterly defeated, her only sliver of hope coming in total surrender to the whims of cowhood for the next three days. Wholly dejected, she walked forward, wincing in humiliation as Roger got a perfect view of her naked tits, udder, and everything below the waist. Modesty had no place in a cow's life.
Upon reaching the right spot, she stopped and tightly closed her eyes. Her tits and udder throbbed and ached, begging for release. She tried to get her mind off the horror show unfolding before her eyes but was greeted only by negative thoughts and emotions. What was Sophia doing right now? Was she relieved she didn't have to deal with her? How nice it must have been to sit inside and sip tea while browsing her phone without a care in the world.
She opened her eyes again, eyeing her hooves with a sunken expression and barely noticing when Roger adjusted the stool and took a seat. As long as these things were affixed to the ends of her wrists, she would never again use a phone, apply make-up, or even dress herself. Her mind wandered as she envisioned a forlorn dairy cow grazing and mournfully mooing amongst others of her kin. She then expected Sophia to cuddle up to Brent on the couch, watching movies together while she was miles away, on all four teats and hooked up to a milking machine. Was this her fate? Was she doomed?
"Try to relax. I will do my best to be gentle, okay, girl?" Roger stated softly.
Before Belle could respond or react, Roger gently stroked his fingers over the side of Belle's engorged udder.
"M-- Mrroooo!" She waveringly moaned as the entire sack was enveloped by a warm, pulsing tingle. She wanted to buck her back hooves-- to scream, cry, and protest, but she couldn't. For one, she knew she had to be an obedient cow for the next seventy-two hours. And secondly, she instinctively knew the farmer meant to relieve her of the pain and tension in the amorphous sack beneath her. How wonderful would it feel? How much milk would she produce?
"I want you to get in touch with your body. This is part of you," Roger insisted as he continued to slide his hands over the circumference of her udder. "That's a good girl. Nice and easy," he cooed as he gently rubbed Belle's rump.
She wanted to scream at Roger for being a condescending asshole, but she found herself too eager for relief. Beyond that, her tail swished slowly as the farmer's firm hand gave her a reassuring rub. “I-- M-- Mooooo…” Belle whimpered, her body trembling as tears welled in her eyes. Sure, she wasn't supposed to fight Roger, but could she if she wanted? She felt every inch of her udder and understood these sensations to be entirely inhuman.
"You're doing great, Belle. Such a brave, calm girl you are," Roger stated reassuringly as he finally took hold of two teats.
“W-- What-- Mmmoooooo!” Belle moaned, firmly planting her hooves as shocks of blissful pain and pleasure cascaded through her swollen milk sack. How was this remotely possible? Her loins-- no, her entire body throbbed as a creamy warmth washed through every cell in her body. The sound of milk spurting into a cold metal bucket was lost amongst her, lowing and panting.
'This is wrong-- this can't be real-- I-- oh god-- oh god, it feels so fucking good… No-- no, fuck…’ She was supposed to give in and be a good little cow. As Roger's muscled hands pumped, she quivered as her pussy writhed and seeped viscous fluid. ‘I-- I have to be a cow-- three days… C-- Cow…’ She let out another moan while tears of mixed humiliation and elation rolled down her cheeks. The next few nights would undeniably prove an arduous trial for Belle.
CHAPTER END
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