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Sophia took a deep breath as she looked up from her phone and glanced out the window. She stayed the night in Roger's spare room and planned to stay near while Belle underwent her final trial. 'Should I go see her?' She frowned and clenched her knee, nearly dropping the phone from her other hand. Right about now, Roger was likely milking Belle. The thought made her completely freeze.

"Milking Belle…" She said aloud, the words seeming bizarre and impossible as they left her mouth. Her oldest friend was more than half cow, on all four hooves, getting milked by a farmer. The very image sent waves of revulsion through her, tears welling in her eyes as she dropped her phone to the bed and placed her hands over her face. She couldn't argue against Hesat's will and had even received her blessing, but she still couldn't come to terms with what was happening at this very second.

Deep down, the scary part was that she didn't think Belle would overcome this trial. She was wholly terrified by the idea of seeing Belle in her advanced state of transformation and seeing the abject horror spread across her face. She could still hear the sobs and pitiful moos of Belle when she drove her around town the other day and ultimately brought her here to the farm.

In a couple of short days, Belle would most likely start the final leg of her metamorphosis as she became wholly unrecognizable as a human. In her place, a standard, fat dairy cow would stand. What of the human joys Belle would never get to experience? Marriage, children, and success in her career. So much would be permanently lost to her oldest friend.

Taking a slow breath, she eyed a fern near the window sill, feeling a peculiar urging to interact with the plant. Temporarily pushing her negative emotions aside, she wiped the tears from her face and stood, walking toward the plant before kneeling down. The plant mainly appeared healthy but also slightly withered. With an adrenaline rush, she brushed her fingers over one of the leaves.

Sophia immediately felt a warm, tingling sensation envelop her body and then move down her arm. She stared, wholly transfixed, as the tingling moved into her fingers and then-- left? She distinctly felt the strange force exiting her body, and the fern quickly perked, returning to a fully upright and healthy status before her eyes. Even after the sensation vanished, she sat still with a stupefied visage, unable to comprehend what happened.

The words of Hesat echoed in her mind. This new ability-- this newer' sensation, was undoubtedly due to the cow goddess's blessing. The possibilities were endless for someone with a thumb as green as Sophia's. "What are the limits? What can I do with this?" She excitedly mused, her previous veil of anxiety dissipating in lieu of new musings. For the first time in what felt like forever, Sophia's mind focused on something wholly unrelated to Belle, and whether she knew it consciously or not, it was a desperately needed reprieve.

"M-- Mrroooooo!" Belle wailed with mixed dread and pleasure, simultaneously hating and loving the sensation of Roger's firm hands stroking and squeezing her teats. Her four hooves stood firmly planted while her legs faintly trembled. Each time a spurt of milk escaped one of her four teats, a wave of creamy warmth rolled through her udder and soaked her loins. 'I-- I know having tension relieved feels good, b-- but why…' Belle lamented, cursing the arousal generated from Roger's rhythmic pumping.

Roger let out a low sigh as he moved between Belle's teats, making sure not to rub any one in particular raw. Watching Belle's body tremble, he felt a mix of emotions. Guilt overcame him as he considered her physical form, trapped somewhere between cow and human. Fur covered virtually all of her body, with her head halfway toward bovine-- no, that wasn't right. Even more so, with her mouth resembling a cow's squared muzzle, her eyes darkened significantly from their original blue. Her supple hips, ass, tight waist, and tits were the most human traits remaining. Despite not going out of his way to look, he had gleaned that her genitals were still mostly human.

"Sorry about this. While you still have your breasts, they'll need to be milked as well. When they're gone, you'll be done once your udder is emptied," he reassured.

Belle tried to stay calm as the farmer's muscled hands firmly grasped her massive, leaky tits. "M-- Mooooo!" She moaned, unable to repress her bovine cries as electric shocks cascaded through her engorged chest. Her pussy twitched and writhed the whole time while tears welled in her eyes. 'Stop feeling aroused-- stop it… Fuck-- fuck, stop…’  She begged,' unable to let go and allow herself into the mindset of a good milk cow. Wait a moment-- what was Roger talking about? When they're gone? Didn't he mean to use less definitive language? She had zero plans of letting her tits disappear.

Roger sighed and tried his hardest to use a soft touch while draining Belle's swollen milk bags. He could tell she wasn't in the right mindset. "I'm sure you're feeling many conflicting emotions right now, Belle," he spoke softly. "From what I hear, it's normal for transformees to find arousal in this process. Natural cows seem to enjoy it well enough as it is. Don't forget you must clear your head and live as a good cow for three days, okay?" He added.

Belle bit her lip and tried to adjust her mindset while pleasurable, painful bursts erupted from her nipples and consumed her insides like a warm, balmy maelstrom. 'I-- I'm a cow… This is milking time-- yes… I am happy to be milked; my udder was so swollen,' she forced herself to think as she took slow breaths. Still, though. Roger's statement about losing her boobs stuck out and couldn't be repressed. "W-- Whash d--did you mehhn-- when th--theeuush g-- goooone," she managed to clumsily slur, her oversized tongue lolling around in her mouth, unable to find a comfortable spot to lay.

Roger winced, realizing he made a mistake with that language. It was true, though. He doubted Belle would find her way out of this mess she worked herself into. She was already this far gone, and she had utterly failed to embrace the mindset of a cow thus far. Anger and regret constantly flitted across Belle's mournful visage, suggesting that she still felt her punishment was unjust. "Just a slip of the tongue is all. I meant if you lose your breasts, of course," he added.

Belle moaned after the milking was finished and tilted her head to face Roger, her half-bovine form still quaking. “W-- Whash d--,”

"You should stop there," Roger insisted sternly, cutting Belle off. "I'll be honest with you. Thanks to the blessing Hesat has given me, I have greater insight than most into the minds and emotions of farm animals. As you are half cow, I have a strong grasp on what you've been thinking and feeling since I came to see you. Nothing specific, but you are not doing much to earn Hesat's favor," he scolded, standing to his feet as he moved the stool and collected the whole bucket of milk. Seeing Belle's look of fear and uneasiness, he sighed and continued. "You shouldn't speak. You need to focus on your life as a cow; go with the flow, and when your human mind interferes, use those periods to consider your negative actions and show genuine remorse."

Belle watched as the farmer disappeared from the cowshed, milk bucket in hand. She stood in silence, trying her absolute hardest to repress the various fears consuming her psyche. ‘M-- Milking felt nice… I hope I can eat soon-- graze… Yes, I must graze…' She told herself, repeating the phrase like a good little cow. 'Graze… Milking felt good-- I smell the grass… I'm hungry-- I must graze… Graze…’   She forced herself to think of kneeling over in the grassy pasture to chew mouthfuls of grass. A part of her wished to find the thought revolting, but she did not. If anything, the idea appealed to her on a primal level. She smelled the fragrant greenery through the cowshed door, her tail eagerly swaying from side to side. 'Farmer Roger will come back and let me out to eat-- I am sure… I'll eat all day like a cow. A good cow-- a good dairy cow…' Negative human thoughts flitted through her mind as she contemplated her meal, which she forcefully repressed. Contemplations of Sophia, her life as a human, and her regrets. She breathed slowly and forced them away. The only remaining road back to humanity was Hesat's ultimatum.

Belle slowly walked around the cowshed, her hooves clopping upon the dirt as her impressive ass and hips swayed with each step. A twinge of humiliation boiled up, but she quickly repressed it, thinking instead of her immediate goals. 'I-- I need to eat… I need to graze. I'm a good cow… I-- I have done so many bad things and have hurt so many people, but now-- I am a cow… I'm a good cow,' she told herself, her psyche cracking under her immense burdens.

She was so focused on keeping her mind steady that she didn't recognize the pressure building below her pelvis; this time, it was not sexual in nature. “M-- Moooo…” She quietly lowed as her tail flicked and her ears twitched.

Roger returned and pushed the doors wide open. "Come on now, it's time to feed you. Be a good girl for me, okay?" He softly asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Belle weakly mooed in response and followed Roger's guiding hand. She momentarily felt disgust toward the farmer, Sophia, and everyone else. As she walked and her ass swayed under the warm summer sun, she wanted to scream out and proclaim how unfairly she'd been treated. How turning her into a hideous cow freak was overkill and how she'd already learned her damn lesson. When Roger tilted his head back slightly and flashed a scowl in her direction, she forced those emotions away. 'This is my fault… I can only blame myself-- I will be a good cow-- a good cow…'

As she entered the pasture, a few other cows were already grazing. The overwhelming fragrance of grass and alfalfa overwhelmed her sinuses, causing her to salivate. While she had initially been forcing the thoughts, it was easier to give into the whims of cowhood when the verdant buffet lay before her. Her forced thoughts of compliance turned genuine, and she found it impossible to resist her urges as she instinctively knelt and bit down on the fragrant greenery, tearing off a chunk as she began to chew with her squared teeth. Her tail moved frantically as she tore off more and more, chewing slowly and carefully to grind up the sinewy yet delectable grass.  ‘So--- so good… This is amazing…' She gawked in disbelief.

An intense nagging in her head screamed to fight the urge and hold onto her human pride, but it quickly dissipated. For one, giving into cow-related thoughts was the only way she would win back her humanity. Secondly, it was a boon for her to be taken in by the decadent and rich, earthy flavor coating her tongue. If she could mindlessly graze while taking in the divine flavor, she would be closer to the proper mindset of a cow, following Hesat's will.

Roger faintly smiled. "That's a good girl, Belle. Focus on your tasty meal; after all, cows graze for six to eleven hours daily."

‘G-- Good… Long-- long distraction… I'll be the best cow-- Hesat will be proud of me,' she convinced herself, eating more fervently as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Despite currently being repressed, the pride deep within still brought immense grief. Her surface-level thoughts were filled with happiness and contentment over the high-quality meal she was allowed to partake in, but it was a mere veil that would break apart in the stormy winds of her brain once she had eaten her fill.

"I'll take my leave and check on you in a couple of hours. Be a good cow for me, okay, Belle?" He gently stated.

Before Belle could react or even ignore Roger's comments, a new, instinctive urge welled within her, fueled by the pressure in her pelvis. Without thinking, she steadied her hooves and raised her tail while continuing to eat. 'What… Am I doing?' She thought in exasperation, her heart racing. Suddenly, and much to Belle's horror, urine spurted from her urethra in a steady spray-like stream. "M-- Mooooo!" She cried in humiliation before continuing to eat while hot fluid streamed from her crotch. 'No-- no, please!!' She couldn't take this on top of everything else. She desperately attempted to stop herself from pissing but was wholly unable to make those particular muscles obey. She then tried to stop eating to at least turn away from Roger, but that also proved impossible. "M-- Mrrroooo!" Belle cried again, eating and pissing against her will while her mind spiraled into the abyss.

Roger cast a sympathetic stare before turning to walk off. "Take a deep breath. Cows relieve themselves whenever the urge hits. It's not something you can or should fight. Take it in stride and be a good cow."

‘This-- is no big deal-- eat… Eat, relieve self, eat-- no big deal… No big deal…' She internally repeated as the stream of piss finally stopped, and her tail lowered. Seeing the tall grass before she had vanished, she trudged another twenty steps before finding an appropriate eating spot.

Suppressing her fears and anxiety was excessively difficult despite how delicious her grass feast proved. She just pissed in front of a man she barely knew like a damned animal, and he treated her like one, too. No-- that was the point. 'Good little cow' and all that. Just three days of this nightmarish existence.

‘Grass-- delicious… Eating with my sisters… Grass delicious-- sharing a meal…’ She internally muttered in an attempt to let the allures of fragrant grass take over once more. It was easier when her human brain didn't interfere so incessantly.

Roger had been excited when Sophia brought Hesat's idol. Usually, he could only rarely commune with his goddess in his dreams or during nights like the harvest moon. With this statuette, he could speak with her far more efficiently, not that he planned on constantly bothering her.

When he came inside, he knocked on Sophia's door and told her he'd cook them dinner. Upon receiving her thanks, he strolled toward the kitchen when he felt Hesat's idol, which he had placed respectfully on his mantle, calling to him.

He walked over and obediently placed a hand on the statuette, eager to hear the words of his goddess.

Before long, he stood in the usual foggy plane scattered with trees and rolling green hills that signaled Hesat's realm. He looked up at the white cow before him, meeting her piercing blue gaze. "My goddess. What can I do for you?" He respectfully asked.

"Thank you for heeding my call so quickly, Roger," the goddess replied, her voice projected. "Belle's progress isn't going as well as it could be, though I am impressed by how well she's removed troublesome thoughts during mealtime. By no means perfect, and the simple act of urination seemed to upset her dearly."

"She is struggling. I am happy to facilitate your will, but I doubt her ability to live up to your expectations," Roger confessed.

"Let's turn it up a notch. There's still a facet of cowhood she hasn't been able to experience," she stated matter-of-factly.

Roger's eyes widened. "Do you mean…"

"During tomorrow's grazing, allow Belle to mingle with one of the virile bulls. If i'm not mistaken, she will start picking up their scent soon, regardless," she insisted. It was well known to her that Belle had unwittingly fantasized about a big bull cock multiple times; how would she react when faced with a well-endowed reality?

CHAPTER END

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