Sent to the island of criminal mastermind, 'Bill the Bull', as a spy, Annalise' cover is blown and she's given an important choice. Spend ten years of torture in a cold cell with little food, or become one of Bill's breeders for five and experience an easy, submissive life; no matter her choice, returning to her old life will forever be out of the question. What is a girl to do? (FTF anthro cow TF short story, will contain anthro TF, mental conditioning, and breeding/impregnation)


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Story Text:

Annalise trembled as she sat slumped against the cold, stony wall of her holding cell.  Her once luscious, long blond hair falls messily and knotted over her shoulders while a long, tattered tunic garbs her bruised, curvaceous form.

Slow footsteps echoed down the hall before eventually stopping in front of Annalise's cell.  "Are you ready to accept the deal?"  A deep male voice calmly asked.

Annalise weakly raised her head, staring at her captor with teary eyes.  A tall, muscular man covered in dark fur stood before her.  He wore a finely tailored suit and had a head resembling a bull’s, with a snout-like mouth, a flat nose with wide nostrils, dark eyes, and large horns curving upward from his head.  “I-- I can’t…  Please, Bill…”

Bill sighed and knelt down, his tail slowly swishing.  “It isn’t so bad.  Five years as a breeder who sleeps in a warm bed and eats proper meals, or ten years in this cell, cold and alone with barely enough food to keep you alive.  Is this really what you want?”  He demanded, raising an eyebrow.  “Look how broken you’ve become after a mere two months.  Can you handle another nine years and ten months of this?”

Annalise opened her mouth to speak but barely managed to squeak out a barely audible sound.  Could she?  Ten years of this?  The mere thought sent a shiver down her spine and filled her battered form with unparalleled dread.

“Let me clarify something, Anna,” the man continued, standing upright as he crossed his arms. “I want you to take the breeder option.  I become quite petty when I don’t get what I want, and I assure you that life in this cell will only get worse for you.  You’ll most certainly survive with your body and limbs more or less intact, but I can make no promises for your mental state.”

Anna’s eyes widened in horror.  How could things become even worse than they were now?  It was unthinkable; there was no way she could hold out. ‘P-- Please forgive me,’ she internally pleaded, referring to her colleagues at the spy agency she worked for.  She didn’t want them to ever find out how weak she was. “I-- I’ll do it…”  She choked, tears welling in her eyes.

The next few days were a blur.  Anna was taken from her cell and placed into a large, fluid-filled chamber where she was promptly hooked up to a variety of tubes.  The medical staff let her know that she’d first have her wounds healed, and then they’d administer the serum necessary to turn her into a breeder.

When the breathing apparatus was affixed and warm fluid enveloped her, she had second thoughts and panic set in.  After a few seconds of banging on the reinforced glass, the sedatives kicked in and she was completely out.

She wasn’t sure how long she spent in that tank, but when she was finally let out, the changes were subtle. After a couple of female staff members helped her bathe, she was forced to wear a plain white gown and noticed right away that her ass and breasts had gained a bit of mass.  

She was provided a modest, but well furnished room with first-world amenities, provided proper meals, and was allowed access to a library full of books and a small, but beautiful garden where she could read in peace.

In the present, she sat on a bench in the garden and tried to read a random historical drama, but her mind kept wandering and she found it hard to focus.  Despite being treated well since agreeing to be a breeder, she couldn’t shake the very terrifying reality that she was a captive.  Armed guards were posed at important exits, and the majority of doors and windows were barred and secured.  Even if she did escape, she was likely in the middle of some compound and would still be within enemy territory.

“Ugh…”  She winced as a hot flash pulsed through her.  Her insides churned as her tits and pussy flared up with unnatural warmth.  The transformation process would apparently come in waves, and she was petrified of the implications.  Bill, better known as ‘Bill the Bull,’ was the mastermind of a criminal empire specializing in genetic manipulation.  As a spy, Annalise infiltrated and masqueraded as an employee.

Long story short, she was found out and now to become one of Bill’s personal breeding stock-- a modified cow woman genetically engineered to produce countless healthy offspring.  The very thought made her shudder, sending a shiver down her spine as she dropped the book and wrapped her arms over her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I don’t-- I don’t want to be a bree-- oooooh…”  She began to whine when a pleasurable throb assailed her quivering nethers.  Why did she feel so damned horny?  Her usual slew of worries and existential dread was drowned out, replaced by intense sexual desire. Would it really be so awful getting stuck as one of Bill’s breeders?  He was likely extremely well-endowed and skilled in bed.  On top of that, she had been told her accommodations would further improve after getting pregnant.

A weak smile appeared on Anna’s face as she caressed her stomach, imagining a slowly growing bump.  Amidst her fantasy, she noticed strands of white fur on her wrists and came crashing back to reality.  “N-- No-- I don’t want this-- I don’t,” she insisted with a grimace, shaking her head vehemently.  How long would it take for her entire body to be covered with excessive fur?  For her face to contort into a pseudo-muzzle like Bill’s.  Would she have an udder along with breasts?  She had seen two breeders, and one appeared more bovine than the other, having a more bestial head shape, along with an engorged udder.  On the other hand, one of them only had tits and evoked a more human-like visage.

She could only hope she’d retain more of her humanity, but who could say?  “Ahhh!”  She cried again as her teeth and gums ached and burned.  Her facial bones felt tight, followed by further burning within her most erogenous zones.

Gritting her teeth, she stood and walked inside, heading down the hall toward the bathroom.  Each step left her wobbly while her body ached from head to toe.  She felt as though her bones were growing and shifting; the fact that they likely were doing so left her greatly disturbed.  “I don’t-- I don’t want to be some half cow…  Dammit-- dammit all..  How can I escape?”  She murmured under her breath as tears streamed.

She leaned against a wall for support and took slow, steady breaths, trying not to panic.  The constant hot throbbing between her legs was torturous, instilling lewd thoughts in her head and a burning need to touch herself and relieve the tension.  The image of a massive bull cock flashed through head and a shiver ran down her spine, pupils dilating.  Would Bill be that massive?  What would it feel like to have something so large inside of her?  Would it even fit?

Anna pushed her legs together and bit her lip, using every ounce of available willpower to resist the urge to slip a hand beneath her waist and pleasure herself right then and there. ‘I’m a disciplined spy-- a trained agent with endless grit and determination.  Even if I end up stuck here, I won’t let my mind falter-- I can’t…”  She told herself insistently, refusing to give into the maelstrom of unwanted primal desire assailing her psyche.

“Sweetheart, do you need some help?”  A feminine voice cooed.

Anna nearly jumped and quickly turned to face the woman speaking to her.  She winced upon seeing it was Maribel, one of Bill’s favorite breeders and the one that disturbed her the most.  “N-- No, I don't…”

“Your transformation is going to start ramping up, dear.  You should lay down and get some rest.  Do you need something to eat?”  Maribel asked, walking toward Anna.  With each step she took, the engorged udder protruding from her abdomen bounced and swayed.  Chocolate brown fur covered the entirety of her body, and her head veered more toward cow than human.  On top of that, she had massive, beach ball sized tits thinly veiled by something akin to an ill-fitted bikini top.  With her tight waist, wide hips, and inhumanly large ass, only a loincloth garbed her lower half.

Anna’s blood ran cold, her eyes dropping to the set of hooves serving as Maribel’s feet.  Was this her fate?  Was she going to look like that when all was said and done?  A deep sense of panic set in as she shook her head and backed away from the cow woman, still leaning upon the wall for support.  “I don’t-- I don’t need your help,” she nearly spat before letting out a low moan.  Her tailbone throbbing while her hips and waist shuddered.  Amidst the strange sensations, a hot tingling now coated her abdomen below the navel.

“Come now.  No need to be stubborn,” Maribel said gently but sternly, taking Anna’s hand as she led the reluctant spy to her quarters.

Anna wanted to fight but didn’t have the energy.  She grunted with each step, her body feeling heavy as she was led into her room and gently urged to lay down. “I don’t-- I don’t want to be-- a cow…”  She choked weakly, feeling her resolve falter.

“I understand, love,” Maribel replied as she brushed the young woman’s hair back.  “I once thought the same, but I wouldn’t change a thing,” she said with genuine warmth.  “When the pressure at your tailbone grows painful, make sure you roll onto your side.  That will ensure there’s no unnecessary pain and damage while your tail grows.  And, if you lay on your stomach, you’ll likely damage your udder; I promise you don’t want that.”

Anna’s eyes widened in horror.  “U-- Udder!?  I-- I’m going to-- wait!  There’s another who doesn’t have-- I mean…”  Her sentence cut off as a low, warbling groan flowed from her lips.  White fur grew in patches, slowly coating her arms and legs while her face continued contorting and cracking, her nose appearing flatter than it had hours earlier.

“It’s not so bad; I promise…  It’s just another erogenous zone for experiencing pleasure,” Maribel assured.  “Master Bill finds udders appealing and wants more breeders with them,” she added. S he then took a careful seat in a chair near Anna’s bed.

“N-- NO!!! I-- I don-- mm-meeeuuuugh!”  Anna moaned as her entire body creaked and shuddered.  Her breasts started to grow while her ass gradually fattened in tandem with the widening of her hips.  The burning upon the skin below her navel became a profuse itchiness as her flesh pinkened and swelled like a rash.  Was this real?  Was she really turning onto a god damned cow thing?  She took pride in her appearance and it was all fading away as a pseudo-snout presented itself beneath her line of sight, a small set of horns finally emerging atop her head.

“Just let me know if you need anything; I’ll be right here,” Maribel promised.

“I-- I don’t wa-- wa-- AUUUUUGH!!” Anna grunted when her lower legs suddenly snapped and contorted, her toes merging together while her ankles reshaped.  She reached down to touch her toes, only to feel them hardening and calcifying, each individual digit no longer discernible or moveable.  ‘No, no, no-- I don’t want fucking hooves-- I don’t want to be a fucking cow!’ 

She moaned and trembled, pulling her hands away as Maribel moved over and started to help remove the gown affixed to her body.  She was unable to put up a fight as the garb was stripped away, leaving her completely nude.  A quick glance down showed her a sight she had been dreading.  The swollen pink flesh of her tummy ballooned outward nice and slow, as if filling like a warm water balloon. Four sensitive nubs protruded from the mass and she felt an immediate, unrelenting throbbing within the new appendage.  All she could do was stare in abject horror while panting and whimpering, her blood running ice cold.  This wasn’t real-- this was a damned nightmare; how could this really be happening to her?

As the seconds ticked by, large black spots showed amidst the fur now coating most of her body and she was forced to shakily lay on her side when the pain at her spine’s base intensified.  She closed her eyes tightly and continued to sob and whimper, feeling as her new tail sprouted and her udder continued to fatten.  By now, her tits had grown to a gigantic, cumbersome size and she felt like a bloated monstrosity. 

 If all these horrific things were happening to her, then why the hell was she so goddamned horny?  She couldn’t get the image of a massive cock out of her head, her pussy, tits, and burgeoning udder throbbing and pulsing with unrelenting need.  She wanted to be filled and to have all the tension within her six teats relieved.  Would Bill be able to help her with all these things?  To show her unparalleled pleasure while draining the fluid from her tits and udder?  Was impregnation the only price to pay for such sweet release?

“N-- NO!” She wailed, forcing the thoughts from her head.  As the changes finalized, she was left writhing and crying, putting her hands over her face as she attempted to curl up on her side while having to be conscious of her breasts and udder.

Maribel watched with sympathy as the new breeder took form before her.  ‘In seventy-two hours, you’ll feel so much better, dear,’ she thought to herself while reaching over to brush a hand over the new cow woman’s hair.  It would only be three days before Anna enjoyed her first breeding session.