Three days. It had been three days since Gabriela Evans had become a cow. It sounded impossible, but it was an impossibility she had come to learn was very, very real.

“Mmmooo!” She bellowed, her fat udder straining between her legs.

An udder. She still couldn’t believe it.

Gabriela scuffed one of her hooves impatiently against the ground, an instinctive action that terrified her almost as much as the fact that she was a well-fed Holstein.

It was getting so hard to retain her intelligence, so hard to hang onto things. Even now she couldn’t remember what any of her friends looked like. Hell, she wasn’t sure that she could remember what she looked like.

The cow furrowed her brow as she struggled to remember. It was… She had been a brunette. And she had had blue or brown eyes… No, not blue. Blue eyes were the mark of the witch who’d done this to her.

Gabriela certainly could still remember her. She didn’t know her name; didn’t know what the woman held against her. All she knew was that the woman had walked up to her one day and had said she’d make a better businesswoman than a bovine.

And, after minutes of the most horrifying transformation she could picture, Gabriela had become a cow.

The cow thumped a hoof against the ground again, lowing with distress. Her udder was so full-had the farmhands been intentionally ignoring her? The woman knew that they were lazy, but not maliciously so…

The door creaked open, and Gabriela turned her heavy, large head towards it.

Blue eyes.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she bellowed frantically. The cow felt her ears flick with agitation, and she thumped at her stall worriedly.

Where were the farmhands? Someone had to hear her, right? “MMMOOO!” She bellowed louder, watching as the woman of her nightmares came closer.

“Ssh, ssh. Easy, there.” The witch smirked, bringing a hand towards the cow’s head as she approached.

Much as Gabriela wanted to bite at her hand, all she could do was lean into the gently caress of the woman’s soft hand. It seemed that yet again her body had a difference of opinion with her mind.

“That’s a good girl, good cow.” The woman smiled, looking back to the open doors. When she saw there was no one there, she looked to the cow again.

“How’s life treating you as an animal?” She grinned, a conspiratorial smirk on her face. “You know, I’ve realized I didn’t even ask your name. Not that you’ll need one, soon.”

Gabriela lowed in confusion, backing away from the witch nervously. Her large, dark eyes were filled with confusion and distrust as they tracked the witch. She was a redhead, with icy blue eyes and a smile that spoke of nothing but trouble.

And, most importantly to Gabriela, she was in the process of grabbing a milk pail and udder cream. The cow lowed as she took a step towards the woman, bumping into her stall.

Needs must, and her needs rested within her fat udder. The cow in her took over for a second, and she mooed with need, ears lying fat plaintively.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” The witch grinned, unlocking the paddock. She turned to sit down on a nearby stool, patting her thigh. “Go on, I know you won’t run. You’re too far gone.”

Gabriela mooed curiously, taking a step towards the witch. She knew she should run, that this was her chance. But she wanted-needed a milking.

“See? Too far gone. You can feel it, every time you’re milked. Can’t you?” A small smile flitted across her face as she spoke, and she scooped some cream onto her hands.

Gabriela knew exactly what she was talking about. Being milked was like nothing she’d experienced before, almost as good as sex itself. Maybe even better… Sometimes when there were hands on her udders, she could let go of her entire world.

It was enough to give her pause, enough to let her human mind reassert dominance over her animal brain. “Muhoou.” She grunted softly, the distrust clear in her eyes.

“Oh, you’d like to do something right now. I can see it.” The witch smirked. “You want to try and attack me, maybe run… But you’re not in agreement on that. The other part of you couldn’t possibly imagine hurting one of the people like your owners… And I know she needs to be milked.”

Gabriela grunted, shuddering as the woman began to tap at the milk pail. The soft ringing drowned out her resistance, and she walked over, standing with her udders hanging above the rim. It couldn’t hurt to give in, just a little.

She lowed again, a little gentler this time. The cow gave the woman an encouraging nudge with her head, groaning with pleasure as the woman stroked her ears. That was it, that was the pleasure she so richly desired.

“Mooo…” Her thoughts began to grow distant, and the cow felt her quickened pulse slow to a crawl. She was safe, she was going to be milked, she was

No.

No, this wasn’t right, none of this was right. Gabriela shook her head, her large ears flopping slightly with the motion.

Then the woman grabbed her udders, and all sensible thought fled her mind.

Coarse, hot pleasure surged through her veins, and she let out a plaintive moan. The cow could feel milk being grabbed from her fleshy udder, pulled through her teat…

A wet splashing of liquid on metal accompanied her groan of pleasure. She shook her fat flanks out with a low groan, scuffing her hooves as she moved to a more comfortable posture. The cow was at peace, utterly in her own element.

The human beside her said something she didn’t quite understand, but she knew it was meant for her. She huffed and flicked an ear, trailing her thick tongue along her lips. She obeyed her bovine instincts until, deep within her mind, she began to rebel.

There was a part of her, a small part of her that hated this. She knew that it was wrong, she remembered… Gabriela. That was her name. She couldn’t remember anything else, but she knew she was not supposed to be here.

Gabriela quaked as another coursing rush of pleasure flowed through herself, and her tail swished idly behind her amply bottom. Her next moan sent a jiggle all the way through her fat udders, and she bellowed with ecstasy.

It was too good, so good… Gabriela was fighting so hard to hold on, but it was almost all in vain. She couldn’t hold against it; couldn’t… But she had to!

“You know, it would be so easy to give in this time…” The woman, the witch purred. “You have to just let your world slip away… Forever.”

Gabriela flicked one of her ears in distress, only to let her thick lips part with a moan of bliss as two of her teats were tugged on. The sloshing of the bucket seemed to echo in her ears, and her vision swam.

“Yes, that’s right… This time will be your last.”

Soft hands trailed along Gabriela’s ears like velvet. They brushed along her snout, and her flanks, and her neck. All of it was rich and left her trembling with a need for more. She groaned and sank into her passion again, panting hoarsely.

“Good, good cow… Just let it all slip, let it all fade away.”

Her voice was silk. Gabriela quietly blew air past her thick lips, breathing harder and faster. All of it was… It was the best milking she’d had yet, one that was tender and passionate and all about herself. She needed this; needed the unending pleasure to continue.

“Muh… MooOO!” She let her head loll numbly, rocking to the beat of her heart. This was everything she dreamed of in her life; everything she ever wanted. She needed more of this pleasure, with all of her heart and with all of her very being!

She was a cow and had to be milked like one, needed to be because her cow life demanded only that pleasure! Thoughts more beast than human, Gabriela felt her pleasure overtake her.

Raw, carnal sensation coursed through her body, washing away every last bit of her. Gabriela could feel it coming, as though she was standing on the shoreline before a tsunami. Then it crashed down upon her.

No no resist milk can’t need milked udders sloshing wet dripping milk

The last human thoughts of Gabriela’s mind coursed through her body as the pleasure overtook her, her udders emptying to the witch’s hands. And after that, was silence and the dull thoughts of a cow.

She didn’t protest as the woman rose, patting her flank. She only trotted back into her paddock, chewing on her cud. There were no thoughts in her mind of discontent, of rebellion. All she knew was that this was a good life, and it was hers.