Marie impatiently waited in the queue, twisting her long sandy blond hair in her fingers as she let out a stream of grunts and passive-aggressive utterances. Why did I pick today to dress nicely? She lamented, peering down at the uncomfortable gray dress suit with pencil skirt combo. It wasn't necessary to dress this nicely for work, but she figured looking well put together would help her chances of getting a promotion.
"Woah, really??" A man at a nearby table loudly asked the woman sitting opposite him. "That's the third report this month; maybe the witnesses were on drugs?"
Marie froze, putting a pause on her thought train. What are they on about? She asked herself, frowning as she eavesdropped. As a generally anxious person, Marie wanted to know about danger within the community.
"Keep it down!" The woman responded in a hushed tone. "Yeah-- maybe it's drugs. It's kind of terrifying to think people could change like that. They're saying it's a curse; wild, huh? Someone turned into like-- a half dog thing last week."
Marie immediately rolled her eyes and stopped listening. She heard rough baseless rumors about people spontaneously changing. Even if the world was becoming a weirder place by the day, she refused to buy this nonsense.
Upon reaching the second spot in line, Marie winced and started to discreetly adjust her top. She recently put on a little weight, and now her higher-end tops failed to properly house her fattening breasts. The thought of buying new clothes never occurred to her; Marie would simply deal with the discomfort until she lost a few pounds.
At the front of the line stood an older middle-aged woman with long, graying hair, tanned skin, and a red dress with a black corset. "Hmmm… Perhaps three pumps of white chocolate mocha for my chai. Yes, that would be wonderful," said the woman to the young male barista.
Marie immediately wondered where this woman came from, noticing her voice had a thick European accent. Is she a gypsy or what? Well, she has good taste at least, she mused, looking forward to her own white mocha latte. With a sigh, she whipped out her phone and glanced down at the time. It was 8:25AM, work started at 9:00AM, and it would be another twenty-minute walk before she reached her place of employment. There was still time, but she reached the end of her patience.
"Oh, woops! It looks like you'll be getting the last of our white mocha, ma'am," responded the barista as she scratched his head in embarrassment. "Hey, John! We're having inventory issues again," he called out to a man with a manager tag before getting supplies out to prepare the older woman's beverage.
Wait-- what?? Marie seethed, her heart rate picking up as anger surged within her. Getting her goddamn white mocha latte was the only thing she had to look forward to today; the barista had to be joking.
"Oh, I see. It truly is my lucky day," pleasantly responded the gypsy-like woman.
"Hey!! Excuse me! Ma'am, hey!" Marie walked forward and tapped the woman on her shoulder.
The older woman immediately turned her head, staring at Marie with a severe and unamused expression. "My name is Esmerelda, not ma'am. What do you want?"
"I'm having a REALLY bad day-- no, a bad week," responded Marie as she forced a cheerful yet strained smile onto her face. "I get a white mocha latte every morning. It's the only thing I have to look forward to on a work day like this. Surely you could get something else today??"
Both the barista and Esmerelda gave Marie a look of disbelief. Audible murmurs of annoyance sounded off from people further back in line. Esmerelda then crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow before speaking. "You do not know what week I have had, no? I would very much like my beverage as well. You can get something else." She waved at Marie and turned toward the counter. "Hmmm… May I please have the… Blueberry muffin-- yes. Let's do that one."
Marie's frustration levels had already hit critical mass. Who the hell is this gypsy bitch? She thought as the wellspring of anger within her overflowed. "I REALLY don't appreciate your tone. Are you seriously not willing to help me out??? I have put up with bullshit ALL week long, and I just want my goddamn white mocha latte. Please, for the love of God, just let me have this one thing, okay??" She moved forward and put her hand on the counter, glaring down at her newly-found mortal enemy.
Sweat beaded on the barista's brow as he took a nervous breath. "Ma'am… I apologize, but it's first come, first serve when there are supply issues like this."
"Hey! I wasn't talking to you-- just butt out for a minute, okay?" Barked Marie as she rudely raised a hand up to shush the man behind the counter.
Esmerelda's eyes narrowed. "I do not see how this is my problem. Why don't you stop talking before you embarrass yourself further?"
Marie saw red as she clenched her fists. "COME ON! Are you serious? How old are you? You're probably retired at your age. Are you in a hurry to get to work by 9:00 AM? Didn't your mom and dad teach you to be kind to those in need? I need sympathy and understanding, not for you to be a bitch right now!"
The barista's face flashed with anger, replacing his last uncertain look. "I'm afraid I will need to ask you to l--"
"No, no… It's okay," responded Esmerelda as a creepy smile spread across her face. "Sir--" She peered at his nametag. "Todd. I am sure this young woman is simply having a bad week, as she states. Let her have the drink she desires. Do not worry about the muffin; I want to retract my order."
Marie was taken aback as her mounting anger completely halted. In a situation like this, she honestly expected more of a fight. At the same time, a sense of satisfaction and pride bubbled up within her. She got what she wanted by being assertive; it was essential to stand up for oneself, right? "I am glad you're being reasonable then. Barista, please, please, I want a venti white mocha latte with whole milk." She said with a cheerful smile, completely ignoring Esmerelda and acting as if nothing had happened. "Let's see… I also want an everything bagel with cream cheese and--" Marie yelped in surprise when she felt a cool, wrinkly hand brush against her cheek. A feeling of icy cold penetrated her skin and slowly crept downward. "What-- what are you doing!?" She pulled back and turned to see Esmerelda's hand where her face had been.
"Oh… My apologies for touching you. Your skin looks very smooth." She had a broad smile, showing that one of her teeth was solid gold. "Please enjoy your drink, madam. And have a better week, okay?" She let out a low, raspy laugh before leaving the shop.
"What the hell is her deal?" Marie winced, watching as the creepy gypsy woman left the Starbucks. Whatever, it isn't my problem. She brushed her concerns away and turned back to the counter. Todd still gave her a frustrated look, but she simply ignored it. "Anyways. Venti white mocha with whole milk. Everything bagel with cream cheese… Can I get a couple of those cake pops?" She felt a sense of pride over what she had accomplished. In the past, Marie would have let people walk all over her, but now she took life by the balls, completely disregarding whether or not she was actually in the right.
Birds cheerfully chirped from the verdant green trees that lined the sidewalk as Marie strolled toward work. Various businesses lined either side of the city street while drivers patiently waited for the traffic light of a nearby intersection to turn green. A sly smirk spread across her face as she took a sip of her drink and gleefully moved her hips from side to side with every step. This is why you should live within walking distance of your job, morons. Marie snickered, passing judgment on those she perceived as less intelligent than her.
Marie suddenly winced in pain as her bra started to chafe and dig into her skin. "Damn… Maybe I will need to go shopping," she grumbled. She quickly glanced from left to right to ensure no one was looking. Once she was satisfied there were no wandering eyes, she began to pick at her bra, pulling at the straps to find some sweet relief.
Once the straps were where Marie needed them to be, she turned to face the side of a building and moved her hands up to re-adjust the cups. The rigid fabric brushed against her tender nipples amidst her adjustments, sending a sudden burst of pain through her breasts.
"A--ahh!!!" Marie yelped as her heart rate picked up. She broke out into sweat immediately after while her breathing grew labored. "Why-- are you being like this?" She growled in vain at her tits. Both mammaries throbbed, the tingly sparks washing down her body while leaving her legs weak. She took a deep breath and turned away from the building to double-check on any passersby. The light was now green, so traffic was flowing. She then scanned from left to right, seeing people coming her way. Panicked, Marie scooted closer to the building, partially obscuring herself in shadow as she carefully re-positioned her bra cups. Her nipples stood erect, throbbing and giving Marie grief as she quickly put everything back in place. "Ahh-- ah…" She bit her lip while her hands trembled. Even just the tiniest amount of stimulation proved too much for her breasts to handle right now. It must be that damn birth control I started last week, reasoned Marie.
It wouldn't take much longer to reach her place of employment. She just needed to be patient and not let herself get distracted, and everything would be just fine. Marie took a sharp breath and steeled her nerves before cautiously stepping away from the wall and heading back down the sidewalk. She wiped some sweat from her brow and took a sip of her latte. A sudden thought hit her as the creamy fluid rolled over her tongue. Creamy drinks really are the best, aren't they? She thought about how milk made everything better, her tits starting to throb and writhe again. Feeling self-conscious, she carefully moved an arm over her chest and kept walking. With each step, the fabric covering her ass and tits tightened and creaked while increasingly saturated by sticky sweat.
"Uggh…" Marie grunted, finding each step more difficult than the last. Her ass jiggled and strained against the fabric of her skirt while her top creaked as her tits swelled against their confines. What the hell is going on here? She thought, gazing downward. Each breast imprinted upon the fabric, clearly showing her bra underneath. Did I leave my clothes in the washer for too long or what? She sighed, adrenaline building within her. Even though she had just adjusted herself a couple of minutes prior, she felt it might be necessary again shortly.
She avoided eye contact with those who passed her, noticing more faces turning her way. "Don't fucking stare…" She muttered under her breath as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. This was the last thing she needed; the most important thing on her mind was getting to work with her dignity intact.
As a mother and child walked by, the small boy turned his head and stared wide-eyed at Marie. "Mama, that lady is really sweaty…" He half-whispered, talking loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.
Marie's heart sank into her stomach. She was supposed to be a dignified, strong woman who always held herself proudly. Being gawked at and being seen in such a compromising position angered and humiliated her to the core. She crossed her arms over her chest, wishing she was dead at that moment as she picked up the pace.
"Don't talk so loud! She probably had a medical condition; it's rude to say things like that," the mother hissed, grabbing her boy's hand as she quickly pulled him away.
"Medical... Condition?" Marie grunted, feeling a wave of anger roll over her. She started to turn, planning on telling the mother off for assuming such a thing. As she did so, her nipples throbbed and spasmed from the friction of her top. "Mmm--oooh!" Marie cried out in a mix of pain and bliss. The hardened pink points convulsed and oozed milky liquid. By this point, her nipples poked out of the insufficient cups, making direct contact with the fabric of her shirt. Due to this, the creamy fluid soaked right through the thin, white cotton. "Ahhhh!..." She trembled, moving a hand over her mouth to muffle her lewd cries. With a horrified expression, she looked down and witnessed the creamy fluid spraying from her teats, saturating her top to the point that trickles of fluid rolled down her chest.
"N-- No…" Marie choked, turning bright crimson. Her nipples were impossibly sensitive, throbbing, and screaming to be freed. She turned her head from side to side, noticing three people staring at her in varying states of confusion; two appeared to be a couple whispering to themselves. Did they hear me!? Oh god-- please, no. This is a fucking nightmare, she lamented, feeling a chill go down her spine.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" A muscular, dark-skinned man with a bald head and goatee asked with genuine concern, taking a few steps toward her.
"I-- I'm f-- oooh…" Marie staggered a few steps forward as a sudden pressure atop her head and the base of her spine manifested. She felt her insides churn and swirl, threatening to make her lose her breakfast all over the ground. The fabric of her skirt creaked as she heard a tiny tearing sound, much to her horror.
"Ma'am? Do you need help? Do you need an ambulance?" The man asked, stepping forward as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
Now equal parts frightened and enraged, Marie turned around and met the man's gaze with a look of rage. "I do NOT need your goddamn help! Do you unders--" A hot spark shot through the core of her body, washing through her loins and tits. Her breasts, especially, felt about ready to burst. "Mmm--ooooooooh!" Marie lulled her head back, letting out a guttural moan as her tits and vulva throbbed and pressed against their cotton imprisonment. Without warning, one of her top's buttons popped right off, flinging upward as it smacked the startled man in the face. At this point, Marie's late dropped from her hand and splattered on the ground.
He took a step back, looking bewildered and confused while entirely speechless. In front of him, a sweat-drenched woman with a huge ass and tits was moaning, sweating buckets, and wearing clothes that fit so poorly that her button just broke off.
More of a crowd gathered, multiple people watching with varied expressions of shock and disgust. One middle-aged woman pulled out her cell phone and turned to her husband. "Should we call 911 for her?" She quietly asked in a worried tone.
"LEAVE ME ALONE! I-- I DON'T NEED ANY OF YOUR HELP!" Marie screamed, turning as she waddled away as quickly as her legs would carry her. My boss will let me wear my gym clothes one day-- my gym bag is at work. Just-- just a little further… She refused to be a loser who called in sick. Despite her body's horrific changes and popping buttons, she couldn't give up.
Tears rolled from Marie's face as she felt something breaking through the skin atop her head and lower back. Soon after, small patches of skin on her arms and legs grew itchy. "Only… Only two blocks left…" She kept her eyes forward. Why the hell were her breasts leaking like that? She tried to push those concerning thoughts out of her head but couldn't stop dwelling on how awful and bizarre this situation was. The clothes not fitting were probably due to a horrible wash cycle, and everything else was her birth control going crazy… Right? She kept telling herself that; Marie would simply call her OBGYN to schedule an appointment as soon as she got a chance. It was that simple.
"Ugggh…" The itchiness spreading over her arms and legs intensified, forcing Marie to scratch her forearms in an attempt to get some reprieve. She didn't realize patches of white fur gradually spread outward through her confusion and mental haze. The feeling of pressure atop her head and at her tailbone didn't stop, transitioning into a strange sense of something sprouting from her body. What the fuck? She finally snapped out of her thought train and moved a hand on her head to feel what was happening upstairs. A stiff, calcified point jutted out from her skull on each side, breaking through the skin. As her eyes widened in horror, she felt them growing a fraction of a millimeter at a time, slowly growing into a set of lovely horns.
Now wildly panicked, she felt her tailbone and felt a growing nub that appeared to contain vertebrae. Her mind flashed to those recent news reports of people changing into animals and abominable creatures. No-- no… That can't be it… She reasoned that that couldn't be happening to me, shaking her head back and forth.
Pop!
Another button flew off of Marie's shirt. "N-- No!" She cried out in anger, weakly wrapping her arms over her chest. More tearing sounds emanated from her rear as her fat ass and thighs expanded. Whenever someone tried to look at her or gawk, she would cast a tear-filled death glare and tell them to fuck off if needed.
Finally, Marie reached her office. She reached a trembling hand into her purse, grabbing her badge as she unlocked the front door and shuffled into the building. "Agggh… Ooooh…" She gasped and moaned as her ill-fitting panties rode up into her ass cheeks and labia. The sticky, wet cotton rubbed against her clitoris, causing tiny shocks of pleasure to wash through her pelvis. Fuck-- just a little farther… Just a little…
She reached the elevator and got in, scanning her badge as she hit the button for floor five. After a few seconds, the ascension began. Floor two passed; everything was going as planned. "I just need to grab my bag… Then go to the bathroom. That's all…" Marie was in complete denial. As she stood, she began to notice the white fuzz traveling up her arms. She felt as though her world was ending, a feeling of pure, abject terror permeating every cell of her body. "Oh god-- oh god, no… I can't be… Please, no, no, no…" She shook her head back and forth. This was a dream or hallucination, right?
The floor stopped at floor three, much to Marie's horror. As the door opened, a well-groomed man with gray hair and a clean-shaved face walked in. He wore a nicely tailored suit with a tie and was holding a phone in his hand, which his eyes were glued to. As he stepped in, he half glanced at Marie before returning to his phone. "Ah, good to see you, Marie. Are you feeling confident about that report tomorrow?"
Marie wanted to scream; she would rather be anywhere but here. The man standing next to her was the vice president of marketing. Oh god-- fuck… Stay calm; he's not looking at you… She told herself. "Y-- Yeah! It will go great-- haha!" Marie stammered in response as the fur spread more quickly, reaching her armpits and the top of her thighs from below her nearly-split skirt. Her horns and tail continued to grow while she felt her bones shift and crack inside her body.
"Mmm, good to hear," he responded, barely paying attention.
As they reached the fifth floor, the vice president stepped out first. Marie trembled as she waddled out behind him, making a bee-line for her cubicle at the other side of the floor. My bag-- get my bag… She was in complete denial.
The vice president finally looked up and was about to speak when his eyes widened. He saw two points jutting from Marie's head. Her body appeared bloated while retaining supple curves and a womanly figure. It looked like her sweat-drenched clothes would tear off her body any second. "Marie-- you-- do you need to call in sick? What's going on?" His voice lowered. When he noticed the fur growing over her, it finally hit him as he took a couple of steps back and shook. "Oh god-- Marie! You're transforming! Like those news stories! Holy shit!" Any semblance of professionalism disappeared as he dialed 911 on his phone.
"NO! I'M FUCKING FINE! I'M NOT-- I'M NOT TRANSFOR--MMOOOO!" She wailed as an intense clitoral orgasm consumed her. As the soft sack of flesh gradually expanded, an immense pressure built beneath her navel. Her skirt ripped, breaking the zipper as she desperately fled toward her cubicle. As she did so, her face cracked and began to reshape, her ears sucking into her head while new ears near the top sprouted. Her mouth slowly jutted outward while her nose flattened. She could see it happen while hearing every shift ring through her ears. This was a nightmare. It couldn't be real.
Other coworkers also noticed many screaming in fear as they sprinted toward the stairwell and elevators. Despite this, she continued onward. “I-- AHhh dohn’t-- DOHNT NEEHD HEHHLP!” She called as her words slurred. Her tongue fattened, filling more of her mouth as her muzzle continued to form. Soon after, Marie's skirt split down the center, nearly ripping off as the fat sack below her belly button ballooned outward. Four sensitive nubs formed.
As Marie reached her desk, she leaned against the cubicle wall and stared down in horror. She saw the inflating sack overgrow as the pink nubs elongated. The nub at the base of her spine continued stretching and wiggled back and forth through the ripped skirt. Tears fell from her face and hit the floor as she shook her head and put her hands over her eyes. "Oh gahd… Oooh gawhhd, ahm sohrreh…” He remembered Esmerelda; did she do this!? Was this karma? "I-- I wohhnt be bahhd… Ah can change…" As her udders formed, her tits expanded further, beads of milk forming from the end of her tits and newly-generating teats simultaneously below. Fur now covered more than half her body as the changes sped up, intensifying before Marie's eyes.
Soon after, her feet cracked and shuddered. She lost her footing and collapsed into her office chair, looking down with a stupefied expression as her shoes broke and fell away from her feet. Marie's feet pulled inward as her toes gradually merged together and darkened. Her ankles elongated as she let out low, guttural moans. "Mooooooo--ooooh!" All six teats throbbed and sprayed milk while her feet tingled and reshaped. "N--naoooh!" Marie wailed, watching helplessly as her dainty, womanly feet became a set of cloven hooves. Her top ripped completely, breaking open as her heaving, massive mammaries swung forth, naked and exposed, while two jets of milk shot out three or four feet before hitting the ground. Her skirt ahd also ripped to the point where Marie was virtually naked except for her ill-fitted panties that fit more like a thong.
More office workers spilled past her desk while escaping the building, many gasping in horror as they saw Marie. One of her close work friends looked in as she was leaving, letting out a tiny scream as she put her hand over her mouth. "Marie? Oh-- oh my god…" She stopped and stared, unable to take her eyes away as she witnessed her friend's humanity get stripped away. Marie's head lulled back in the chair as she mooed and moaned, looking between a cow and a human as white fur with black splotches finished coating her body. She had a heavily exaggerated hourglass figure with hulking tits that pushed well past J cup while somehow staying perky. She noticed the pulsating udder jutting out from Marie and let out a louder scream, taking two steps back as she shook her head. With that, the woman sprinted to escape.
Marie's clothes had mostly torn off her swollen body, her bra hanging below her massive, naked tits. Panicked and not thinking clearly, Marie clutched her gym bag and stood up, staggering as she adjusted to her reshaped legs and hooves. After a minute, she regained her footing-- or, hooving, rather. She stumbled, sauntering toward the bathroom as her shaky hands pushed the door open. "Mmmoooo…" She moaned, each step sending a blissful ripple through her writhing tits, udder, and nethers.
This isn't real-- this is a dream. A dream-- I… Oh god, I'm sorry… I can be better, please don't do this to me! Her mind swam in despair and existential dread. Before she walked past the bathroom mirror, she stopped, turning as she looked at her reflection. There was a disconnect as she saw herself. The woman in the mirror had exaggerated curves, was covered in fur, and had a cow-like head and face. Fur covered her body, and her beach ball tits took up most of her torso. Her fat udder pulsed and jiggled as she saw almost nothing left of the woman she used to be.
"Mmmm-moooooo!" She tried to form words, but her clumsy mouth failed her. She screamed and moaned, putting her hands over her face as she continued to orgasm and convulse amidst her horrific anxiety attack. What was life going to be like from now on? This would stop, right? She could go back to normal-- right? Right?
Soon after, the door swung open as four men in uniform entered the bathroom. They looked at her with a mix of disgust and sympathy. "Ma'am. You have to come with us now. We can help you," the first one said, taking a few steps forward. The men behind him were armed with tranquilizers and stun guns as needed. "Please cooperate with us."
"MMMOOOO!" Marie wailed and screamed as her panties ripped off and fell to the floor. The naked cow-woman rested her hands on the edge of the sink, leaning forward as her body quivered. "MmmOOOOO!!!" Tears flooded her eyes, dripping to the ground as she stared at her reflection. Please… I will never be a bitch again. I'm sorry… I'm sorry.
One week later, Marie sat on a padded chair in a small room, her tail sticking out through a gap behind her as she eagerly awaited what was to come. No-- No, I shouldn't want this… I shouldn't look forward to this… She lamented, trying to convince herself she needed to fight.
The door opened as a young woman in a white lab coat came into the room, wheeling some type of machine in with her. "Miss Marie, I hope you're doing well today," she said gently.
"Mmm-Mrooooo…" Marie moaned, her breasts and udder throbbing. No, no, no… I don't want this, please don't do this…
The woman looked at Marie sympathetically before preparing the machine. The tubes and attachments would soon connect with the swollen cow-woman sitting before her. "I know you're in pain, sweetheart. We'll get that milk out of you in just a second, okay? Then you can go play with your friends and graze in the field, okay?"
I DON'T WANT TO GRAZE! I DON'T WANT TO BE MILKED! She internally screamed but couldn't put up a real fight. The thought of chewing on grass out in the sunny field excited her, betraying her human brain. Even though she was half-human, her cow instincts grew more potent by the day. "M-- moooo…."
"I know, dear! It won't take long," the woman promised. She lubricated the device and began fastening it to each of Marie's teats.
"Mmmmooooo!" Marie trembled, moaning as the device fashioned to each nipple. I don't-- I don't… Oh god, please… Please turn it on, please…
"Okay, here we go!"
Marie let out a low, ecstasy-filled moo as the machine turned on and sucked on her teats. Milk flowed through the tubes as she threw her head back and shook in pleasure. Yes, yes, yes… Oh god, yes… take it all from me, please… She purred in delight as her tits and udder emptied.
Marie's life would be one of little responsibility and lavish indulgence. The voice in her head screaming over how wrong all of this was would never completely dull, but she would often find herself lost in a sea of pleasure and carnal bliss. There was no undoing what happened; Marie would never disparage or insult another living human ever again, instead feeling grateful for those who drained her milk and allowed her to enjoy a grassy feast every day.