You're enjoying a day at the faire when you notice something odd. Why is the prized cow display empty? (MTF cow girl, voyeurism, ass/breast expansion, mental changes) (caption version tomorrow!)


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Story Text:


You stand in front of the 'Prized Cow' enclosure at the county fair, confused about why it's the only animal missing from the show. "Hey, where's the cow?" You ask a nearby farmer leaning against the fence.

"Not here. Are you volunteering to be our new prized cow?" He asks while raising an eyebrow.

You laugh in response. "Sure. I'd love to. I'll get back to you when I look the part."

"I'll hold you to that," the farmer grins and tips his hat.

You walk off while shaking your head, finding the farmer a little off. As you explore the fare, you break into a profuse sweat, your pants and shirt tightening as your ass unnaturally wobbles.

"Maybe some funnel cake," you muse, paying heed to your strange changes. As you approach the food stand, passersby give you strange looks while your chest tingles and tightens, your shirt and pants continuously tightening while a peculiar ache wells within your loins.

When you reach the front of the line, you start to place your order. "Can I get one order of funnel cake with whi-- whi-- oooooooh!" You moan loudly as your chest rapidly inflates, a set of tits straining the fabric as the seams tear. Your hips widen and your ass grows while your genitals quiver, writhe, and recede, your testes ascending deep into your pelvis.

"Sir... You'd best make your way back to the prized cow display," the man working there insisted, pointing away.

You want to protest, but ultimately obey, turning as you waddle away. What's happening? Why do you feel so strange? As your shirt frays, you glance down and blink, noticing how peculiar these happenings are. "Huh..." Your voice climbs in pitch while your face cracks, your facial features softening into something far more feminine.

You know this isn't right but you march onward while onlookers avoid you and offer pitied looks. Seconds later, a set of horns juts atop your head while a bovine tail explodes from your tailbone, tearing your pants while your ass and thickening thighs further grow.

"Mmm-- ooooooh!" You moan, letting out sultry cries as your pants and undies rip off and fall to the ground just in time for everyone to watch as your withered cock recedes into a pink nub nestled within your freshly formed labia. Your uterus widens and your womanhood fully blooms, a rush of emotions surging through your sultry, supple frame.

'This-- this is wrong-- this... Feels so good...' You moan and continue to walk, blushing furiously at all the eyes upon you.

Upon reaching the prized cow display, the farmer from before smirks and holds up a bell collar. "Are you ready to be displayed, Miss Cow?" He asks innocently.

You want to protest but are unable to when a throb of need assails your nethers. You bite your lip and nod your head, your tail swishing wildly. Nothing in the world sounds better than being a good little cow who displays herself for the world to see.