After a painful visit to his friend's farm, a strong and smart university student named VIctor starts to undergo a strange transformation while starting to obsess over cows. Can he fight his newfound love of bovines long enough to seek help for his startling transformation? ~~~ You can now commission captions from me! More info here! Read captions, short stories, and serials up to two months early on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/roryrouses Read my new MTF fox girl short story with a sexy TF sequence and lesbian shenanigans! https://www.patreon.com/posts/shared-mtf-fox-105404120 ~~~ Story Text: Victor sat in his university's physics lecture hall, staring at his professor with dull, unfocused eyes. By all accounts, he was a handsome young man with a bright future. Having played football in high school and receiving stellar grades, he had received a scholarship that set his future up for success.

'Why am I here?' The fit young man mused, propping his chin up with his hand. The professor's words went in one ear and straight out the other. Glancing toward his laptop screen, he could hardly read more than a sentence of his sparse notes before rolling his eyes and opening up YouTube in a browser. He glanced around to verify there were no wandering eyes and opened YouTube in a browser once he felt secure.

Seconds later, he was watching a video he had been frequenting a lot over the last week. An innocuous documentary about an organic dairy farm. When the farmer appeared to be interviewed, he skipped ahead to footage of cows grazing. A warm tingle spread through him as his lips curled into a slight smile. They looked so happy-- so innocent.

What changed in the last week to set Victor on this path? Even he wasn't certain. He had been visiting a friend on their family's farm, making a little extra cash doing labor as he had since his High School days. When a peculiar, creepy cow bit him, he had been reassured that they wouldn't let the bovine near him again. A few stitches later, one might have expected Victor to dislike cows, or at the very least, feel less fond of them. Instead, they had been invading his dreams and taking over his mind. Over the last few days, he put on a few pounds and had suffered from hot flashes along with a nauseating churning of his insides. It didn't take long for him to start seeking out cow-related content.

The video showed a cow getting milked by hand, her moos flooding her cowshed. Victor shuddered, feeling a hot prickle beneath his navel. 'That must feel good,' he mused, idly sliding a hand under his shirt and scratching his itchy tummy. He briefly considered whether he might have gotten a rash or some bug bites, but he couldn't hold that train of thought when such magnificent creatures were displayed before him.

"Dude, what are you watching?" A woman's voice bawked.

Victor nearly jumped and tabbed off of the video, turning to view the pretty blond with a scowl. "None of your business," he hissed. The more time he spent away from his precious cows, the more frustrated he grew.

"Like... Why cows? Do you wanna be a farmer?"

Just as other students started to curiously look over, the professor scowled and exclaimed, "Would someone please care to explain what's important enough to interrupt my lecture?"

"This guy is watching cow videos in class," the girl snarkily retorted with a sly grin.

"Sit down, Miss Avery," the older male lecturer said in a low, authoritative tone before turning to face Victor. "Is my class so boring that you'd rather watch livestock?" He asked, completely unamused.

Victor winced, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger. He quickly closed his laptop, placing it in his bag before slinging it over his shoulder.

"I'm just not feeling good. I feel really sick, so I'm going to leave and I'll watch the recording later." With that, he stood and walked to the door.

"A good decision removing yourself from today's lecture if you won't show me proper respect," the professor chided before shushing the onslaught of chuckling students and looking away from his disinterested student.

Victor barged into the hall, making his way to the university courtyard. "Those fuckers... They don't understand," he growled. A slight tingling seeped into his hands and feet as the itchiness beneath his navel intensified. As he walked toward his dorm, his clothes gradually dampened and stuck to his body.

"Ugh." He pulled at his shirt and winced, wondering why he was perspiring so heavily. It wasn’t that hot, was it?

Cicadas hummed as his gait turned sluggish, as if an invisible force was weighin him down. The tingling beneath his navel intensified and he felt his ass jiggling and shfiting more than usual within the confines of his slacks. ‘Am I sick?’ He mused, beginning to pant. The walk back to his dorm wasn’t usually an issue for the athlete, but he found himself needing to sit on a bench in front of the courtyard fountain, where the breeze would send cool, misty air toward him.

Upon sitting, he noticed more cushion than usual. ‘Do I need to go on a diet?’ He grumbled, grabbing one of his thighs. Everything certainly seemed flabbier. It didn’t take long for his ruminations to segue into something more enjoyable. Images of happy cows popped into his head as they grazed and mooed happily. What did it feel like to be milked? To be so completely full of fluid and then having that tension relieved. His abdomen quivered at the thought and he rolled his tongue around his mouth, which seemed less capable of containing said tongue than it did the day prior.

Another scene popped into Victor’s head, his eyes widening as the bones in his wrists and ankles faintly popped. Within his mind’s eye, he saw an engorged cow in estrus getting approached by a bull. The male bovine mounted the female, his massive throbbing erection plunging into the moist folds as the cow let out a series of content moans and mooing sounds.

His crotch quivered and he felt a sudden tightness between his legs. Simultaneously, a strange pressure manifested at two points atop his head, and at his spine’s base. Still though, and in spite of a small amount of fuzz forming on his arms and legs, his attention was fully consumed by the primal fantasy playing out as if it was right in front of him.

“Are you okay?” A male voice sounded.

Victor quickly turned to look at the male student eyeing him with concern. He looked down and noticed he was quite flushed and covered in sweat while slight wheezing sounds flowed from his lips. “Y-- yeah… I’m going to my d-- dohrm,” he slurred just slightly as he stood and momentarily struggled to find his balance. Attention from others was the last thing he wanted.

“Your face looks a little-- swollen,” the student continued, stepping forward. “Dude, maybe you’re having an allergic reaction. Should I get help?” He asked as he looked around to see if there was anyone else to help.

“N-- NOO!” Victor yelled, clenching his fists after briefly struggling to make his stiff fingers properly obey him. “I-- I’m fihn!” He exclaimed as he turned and staggered away as fast as his legs would carry.

“Are you sure, man?? I just want to help! You don’t look good at all!”

“Jusht leave meh alone!” Victor retorted, smacking his lips as his nose suddenly appeared more prominently in his field of vision. Each plodding step caused his abdomen to throb and itch more intensely, while the pressure on his tailbone radiated pain. Between his legs, the uncomfortable sensations amplified, a wave of nausea overwhelming him. It was as if someone had grabbed him by the balls while squeezing and pushing up into his pelvis. Still though, he only thought of finding privacy in his dorm so he could enjoy looking at precious cows in peace, away from prying eyes that would judge and mock him.

“Mmmmgh…” He sputtered and groaned while the cartilage his nose quaked and widened. A small voice in the back of his head insisted that something was terribly wrong. He shouldn’t be putting on weight, slurring his speech, or obsessing over cows. Additionally, it would likely be in his benefit to inspect his crotch and face in lieu of the bizarre and painful sensations cascading through his swollen form. ‘I-- I should get help… This isn’t… This isn’t…’ He started to panic and picked up the pace, glancing down to see his fingers fattened and stiff, looking more like sausages or pudgy baby fingers. To make things worse, his swollen digits appeared darker than usual, his fingernails stretching all the way to the first knuckle.

Logically, he understood he was going through something abjectly terrifying. Whatever afflicted him exceeded the scope of a disease, allergic reaction, or anything else. ‘I’m-- I’m changing…’ Reality hit Victor like a ton of bricks as he slid a hand back with some difficulty and felt his tailbone. There was a distinct bump with a small amount of hair-- or fur, perhaps? His self-reflection was once again interrupted as a delectable fragrance assailed his strangely elongated nostrils.

Pupils dilated, he turned and eyed the freshly trimmed courtyard grass. It had been mowed that morning, so the verdant fragrance lingered heavily in the air. Another image of grazing cows assailed his thoughts and he hardly noticed saliving pooling in the corners of his mouth, his thick tongue hanging out ever so slightly. Was he hungry? A deep, insatiable pang of gluttonous need consumed the entirety of his being. Cows looked so happy when they grazed; was grass so delicious? So wonderful?

He turned from the dormitory door and staggered to a patch of grass before standing in place, completely frozen as he peered down at the verdant buffet coating the ground. ‘What am I doing… No-- no, I can’t…’

The next few moments were a blur. He was hadly aware of his surroundings or actions when decadent ambrosia struck his tastebuds, overwhelming his senses. On all-fours, he leaned over and sucked lawn trimmings into his mouth, his swollen frame trembling as slight moaning sounds escaped his lips. How delicious-- how decadent. The increasingly familiar footage of grazing cows played in his head, but this time there was a distinct difference. He was closer and looking through eyes that saw the world strangely. His body was heavy and he distinctly felt the wait of something hanging beneath him, and the sensation of his tail flicking about happily. This time, he was amongst the bovine herd feeling whole, as if a missing piece of his life was snapped into place.

As he consumed, his body quivered, his thighs, shoulders, and torso gaining size as his clothes started to tear at the seams. Patches of white and brown splotched fur appeared in small patches while his fingers and toes further stiffened, his digits gradually merging together. ‘W-- Wait… I’m-- I’m turning into a cow…’ The realization briefly broke through his mental haze. How was this possible?

Despair swelled within the young man as true panic set in. These sensations were real; there was no illusion. His ribs cracked, his abdomen burning with itchiness as it swelled and his clothing strained at the seams. “Ugggggh…” He groaned, tears streaming from his face as he continued to graze. All the while, his facial bones snapped and popped, his mouth slowly jutting outward as his nose flattened against his forming muzzle.

“N-- Noou-- neeeughhh…” He pleaded, continuing to pull grass trimmings into his mouth. His tail fully erupted, extending out as the new appendage flicked about excitedly in response to the wonderful flavors tantalizing his senses. What about his education? His friends and family?

“O-- Oh my GOD! THIS GUY HAS THE COW VIRUS!” A woman screamed, dropping her books to the ground as she turned and fled. Others started to notice as well as startled yelps and cries erupted from the distance.

He had seen it on the news but assumed it was either some hoax or something that would never impact him at the very least. ‘I don’t-- I don’t want to be-- to be a cow… I---...’ He once again envisioned a cow getting rammed from behind by a bull. The viewpoint shifted and he suddenly was the cow. He imagined the sensations of being spread open and filled with the wonderful, masculine creature’s love. A sharp throb struck his crotch and he quickly realized that the tightening sensation had signaled the end of his manhood.

“N-- Neeuu-- noooooo!” He tore himself from the grass and clumsily stood to his feet. He managed a few steps toward the dorms and barreled through the doorway, his bloated body barely staying up beneath his contracting, ever-changing feet. He only managed a few steps into the hall before he collapsed to the ground.

“Mm-- mmmnnnnnghh!!!!” Victor tried to stand, but his spine and hips suddenly cracked violently, his posture lurching forward while his neck thickened. ‘I’ll--- I’ll get to eat with the cows… I’ll get to be milked-- I can eat all I want…’ Waves of giddiness mixed with the feelings of utter terror as he tried and failed to stand, falling back onto all-fours.

A quick glance at his arms confirmed one of his greatest fears. His fingers had fully fused, his wrists broadening into a more conical shape while his digits darkened and calcified. “N-- N-- Mmm… Meeeeuuugh!” He cried again, his voice dropping into a more bestial range. He tried to wiggle his fingers, but they didn’t obey. Instead, his ‘hands’ split down the middle, quickly reshaping into a lovely set of cloven hooves. It didn’t take a genius to realize the same thing was happening at his feet.

No longer able to stand, he awkwardly trudged forward like an animal, his face pushing out further while his vision began to shift, colors changing. Fur continued to spread, now consuming nearly all of him.

“Mmm- Moooooo!” Victor moaned when his nethers and abdomen throbbed painfully. There was a sudden splitting sensation between his thighs, along with a corresponding burst below his navel. His new pussy folds took shape, his vagina popping open while a pink sack distended from his abdomen, four sensitive teats forming on the pink mass.

‘I-- I want to be human-- I want to graduate-- start a family… Please-- someone help me, someone…’ His eyes glazed as the bovine veil once more shrouded his mind. Being a cow meant an easy life; milkings, lazy days of eating, and unbelievable sex. She’d get to be a mother-- a productive member of society. This is what she wanted; why wouldn’t she desire such pleasures?

It hit her that she suddenly considered herself female, her lingering remnants of masculinity fast melting away in lieu of feminine cow urges. Her body started its final growth spurt, her clothes promptly tearing to the floor, letting her udder bounce free while her new genitals quivered from the crisp, cool air.

“M-- Mooooo!” She wailed as her horns fully formed and she stamped around wildly on her hooves. Screams could be heard as students fled their dorms and bolted for the other end of the hallways, where VIctor wasn’t mooing and thrashing.

‘I-- I don’t… Oh god-- oh god… I’m a fucking cow… This is a dream… Please, someone save me…’ She shook her head in defiance, not wanting to accept reality. All the while, feminine cow hormones rampaged through her massive form, screaming for her to cease her petty worries and enjoy her new life journey.

~~~

A week later, a brown and white splotched cow grazed in a field, her eyes glazed over. Occasionally, memories of her human life came to the forefront. She’d become lucid and realize just how much she lost. A part of her hoped these human thoughts would cease; it would be easier to simply forget.

Unfortunately for Victoria, that wouldn’t happen. Her human mind would always remain, and she’d always struggle between the line of bovine and homosapien. ‘I wonder how mom is doing… Dad-- and Jessie…’ She suddenly stopped grazing and shuddered, a deep feeling of icy dread creeping through her. Was this life now? When would she wake up? This couldn’t really be it for her, could it?

Just as she began to fall into despair, a male voice called distantly from behind. “Victoria! Time for your milking!” A farmer chimed happily, waving to the cow as he sat a bucket and bench down on the grass.

Victoria was suddenly aware of the deep, painful tension within her swollen udder. Her human thoughts sank back into her subconscious as she let out a low moo and briskly strutted toward the farmer. ‘Milking-- feels good… Please-- I need to be milked… Yes…’ Milkings were the highlight of her day, though she was blissfully unaware of the fact she’d soon get to meet a handsome stud of a bull.