Azumi sighed, walking to the ranch with a frown on her face. It wasn’t like her to go out to the boonies like this, but… Well, work called.

The Asian adjusted her glasses, sighing as she made sure her appearance was up to standards. Her business suit was in perfect condition, and her hair was tied back neatly over her head. She applied a little gloss to her lips before knocking on the door, then she smiled.

A blonde answered it, greeting her with a smile of her own. She was a pretty woman, though hardly dressed for the farm. Rather, she looked like she belonged at an office much like Azumi’s own.

Momentarily taken aback, Azumi let her get the first word in.

“Hello there, I’m Donna. I take it you’re here to inspect the farm?” She asked, smiling. There was a glint in her eye that told Azumi she knew fully well that by speaking first, she’d managed to gain an air of superiority. The woman liked that, but hated that she had to deal with it right now.

“Yes, of course.” Azumi restored her composure with a smile, adjusting her glasses for the second time in as many minutes. “There have been numerous complaints about farms recently, with livestock being mistreated. And, honestly… I think it’s a fair assumption that yours isn’t up to code.”

She punctuated the statement with a glance towards’s Donna’s clothes, and had to smile at the woman’s reaction. The blond’s eyes had narrowed slightly, just enough to show she’d registered the slight.

“Well, of course. I could show you firsthand if you’d like. After all, with those breasts I’d imagine you’d fit right at home with the cows.” Donna spoke sardonically, a cruel smile on her face.

“Come again?” Of all the responses Azumi had expected, this certainly wasn’t among them.

“No, please. Follow me.” Donna twitched a finger, turning back into her house. Azumi found herself following her, something compelling her to walk in the woman’s shadow. Honestly, she couldn’t tell what it was, but there was something… Enticing about her offer?

The girl had no idea she was under any magical compulsion, nor did she realize the extent of trouble she’d just gotten herself into. Instead, she simply walked after Donna to the back of the home, then out to the ranch.

“Well… I think you’d like to see what we feed our animals, wouldn’t you? I’ll have you know that they enjoy the taste of our grass. We use no chemicals in our fertilizers or pesticides, instead choosing to use compost and things like ladybugs.” Donna spoke.

Azumi barely heard her, still staring at the grass. Donna was right… It looked appetizing, really appetizing. She licked her lips absently, the woman droning on in the background for… She didn’t know how long. All she knew was that she wanted some…

“... you listening?” An amused voice returned Azumi to the present, and she looked to the homeowner with a blush.

“Y-yes, sorry! I was… I was simply wondering if I could take some of the grass with me, to examine chemically, I mean.” The girl blushed, lying. In truth, she wanted to snack on it the second she got to the car… But there was no way she could say that out loud, right?

“Oh, there’s no need to pretend.” Donna laughed demurely. “After all, I can read you as plain as a book. You want to taste this grass, don’t you? You want to dig your teeth around the blades, chew it in your mouth, gulp it down like a salad…”

The blonde leaned in close to the girl, who had begun to salivate. “So go ahead.” She finished, taking a step back.

She didn’t need to tell Azumi twice. The Asian was hungry, and that little speech certainly didn’t help matters. Azumi dropped to her hands and knees, pressing her nose against the cool grass, then against the warm earth.

She took a bite, a hearty one, the kind that an animal would have. Azumi didn’t care, it was good! Even though there was a little dirt in the clump she’d pulled up, the leaves were sweet and crisp, and she ground them with her teeth, working her mouth in contented, long motions.

She dug her fingers into the ground with a smile, humming as she chewed the grass. Then her backbone began to ache, and a distinctly unpleasant sensation sprouted from her backside. Her spine ached as though someone was pulling hard on it, and Azumi yelped, the motion sending small flecks of grass flying from her mouth.

“What’s happening?” She looked up to Donna in surprise, a leaf of grass stubbornly clinging to her chin. “Why do I feel so weird, and... Why does everything taste like grass!?”

“Well, isn’t that a loaded question.” Donna grinned cruelly, laughing. “I’d like to think that this is proving an old adage right… Do you know the one? ‘You are what you eat’?”

As the woman spoke, Azumi looked to her posterior to yelp as she caught sight of a tail. It was a long thing, covered in brown fur with a white tip.

“Well… That might not entirely be accurate here. I think it’d be safe to say that ‘you are as you eat’.” The woman finished, looking down to the changing woman.

“No!” Azumi gasped in horror, seeing the long, flicking tail. She didn’t need to fully understand what the woman was implying to get her meaning. Somehow, impossible as it was, she was being turned into an animal.

Her breasts swelled as she whimpered with distress, a pained squeak erupting from her mouth. She already sported a pair of D-cup breasts, yet her extra-sized bra was digging into them tightly. “Oh god it HURTS!” She whimpered, tears dripping from her eyes.

The girl could feel something happening to herself, her expanding breasts beginning to change further than a simple growth. It was like the space between them was getting smaller and smaller, eaten up by some molding of her flesh.

Azumi tore at her jacket desperately, looking to her chest in a blind panic. Where she’d had two breasts, there now was only one-though it sported two fat nipples. Though… Now that Azumi was looking at it… There were actually more than that, weren’t there?

“Oh God, I’m becoming a moooo!?” She screamed, gasping as her large, swollen breast began to migrate towards her crotch. It lost the tanned luster of her Asian skin, instead becoming pink and veiny. Thin hairs grew from across its hide, and the girl clutched at her new udder desperately.

“It’s pronounced ‘cow’, dear. But yes.” Donna purred mockingly, reaching down to the changing girl’s face. She pet it with her soft hands, cooing as Azumi’s ears grew large and floppy.

Azumi pawed at Donna feebly, too overcome with the feeling of her body changing to offer much more resistance than that. She could feel the woman’s hands curling around her ears, tugging them higher upon her head.

“Mooo! Nomooo! You can’t mooo this to meooo!” Azumi screamed, tears dewing in her eyes. Her glasses cracked as her skull grew to the woman’s touch, her face cracking out a bit at a time into a blunt, furry muzzle.

It was horrific, she could hear every pop of bone, feel them grinding against one another. There wasn’t any pain, but that didn’t make her feel the slightest bit better. All she could do was moo and whimper, awash with how alien her body was becoming to her.

“Well… You say I can’t, but I think we both know that’s not true. You know, it’s almost a pity… You were so attractive. I’m sure you had a nice life before this, the kind that taught you it was okay to slight others. Unfortunately, I’m a real one-strike kind of woman, and we both know what yours was.”

“I’m sormooo! Moo! MOO!” Azumi whimpered, her face changing to the point where she could no longer even speak like a human. Her tongue grew thick and floppy, spilling past her lips. Drool dripped from the dangling appendage, and the afflicted woman sobbed again.

“MOOO!” She pleaded, tears dewing at eyes that grew large and dopey. Her body was beginning to bulk up, and she could feel her belly gurgling madly. Then it bulged, and the hem of her skirt split.

Azumi had never been fat in her life. She’d been pudgy once as a child, maybe… but fat? Never. The feeling of having a fat, flabby gut was unlike anything she’d had in her life. She could feel it swaying beneath her, and she desperately tried to rise to her feet.

Unfortunately, her body was no longer obeying her commands, not in the way she wanted. “Moo! Mooo!” She pleaded openly, rising shakily to her hands and feet in a runner’s crouch.

Then even her limbs began to change. It wasn’t noticeable at first: only that damnable itching of fur settling across her arms and legs. But after a few seconds, it was clear that it was easier to stand on all fours, her body no longer as heavy as it had felt to her.

“Sorry, I don’t speak cow… But maybe you’d like to try writing whatever you’re trying to tell me?” Donna crowed, looking down to Azumi’s hands. “Oh… Perhaps I spoke too soon.”

The Asian looked down to her hands with a loud cry, watching as a blackness began to cover them, starting from her wrists. She whimpered plaintively, watching as the hard, dark material swept over her skin.

It was like thick, immovable gloves had grown around her hands, balling them up and forcing them to clump together. “Moo!” She looked up desperately, scuffing her hooves against the ground again and again in protest.

She could feel the same thing happening to her feet, that black hard hoof covering them and squishing them. The girl let out a loud sob, snot dripping from her nose as she turned her big, cowy eyes towards Donna.

It seemed impossible, but… She was a cow now. Somehow, some magical force had changed her, forcing her to become a cow. It was… She couldn’t explain it. Horrifying? Nightmarish? Something like that…

With a start, she realized that it was getting harder to think, and she tossed her head violently. Her desperate attempt to clear her head had only resulted in her udder swaying beneath her, her long nipples brushing against the leaves of grass.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Is the little cow losing her mind? Of course she is, I couldn’t have her trying to tell people who she is.” Donna smirked, reaching down and tugging on one of Azumi’s teats hard.

A small squirt of milk spattered on the ground, and Azumi groaned at the sensation. She’d always had sensitive breasts, and it looked like that was the only facet of her to remain unchanged. The small squirt of liquid sent a lance of ecstasy to her head, and she felt her pussy clench.

“Oh, you’re turned on too?” Donna breathed, leaning in close. She hugged the cow’s head, scratching at her thick ears. “Don’t worry, I’ll find you a bull soon… After you have your fill, of course.”

Azumi looked up towards her, watching as Donna dusted her skirt off then headed inside. She waved casually, and the remnants of Azumi’s clothes vanished. There was nothing left to identify her as who she’d been, nothing anyone could use to tell that Azumi hadn’t always been a cow.

And, left alone as she was, all she could do was look down to the grass, her belly rumbling. She’d lost a little of her intelligence, and was about to lose more. She knew she was. There was something in her gut that told her that eating the grass would damn herself, but she was so hungry…

Her fat cow gut rumbled, and Azumi shuddered. Well, what could be the harm in one bite? She opened her large mouth, clamping her blocky teeth around some grass. When she was a human, her teeth had been able to cut through the blades with ease. As a cow, it tore up a patch of grass from the ground by the root.

She slurped it into her mouth, groaning dumbly as she began to chew a moment later. It was delicious. She could feel the blades and the roots against her thick tongue, her drool washing the dirt from the roots as she chewed.

“Muh… moo…”  Azumi groaned, her eyes beginning to darken and dim. The grass was so good… She felt… Happy…

Thoughts of her life dwindled away to nothingness, replaced with a numb, stupid emptiness. Another mouthful later, and nothing remained of Azumi, except a bloated, dumb cow.