“Easy there, Old MacDonald.” Phil lifted a hand, looking to the farmer with a twinkle in his eyes. “You don’t need to offer us any romance advice.”
“Because this date’s been going so great,” mumbled Kayla. She checker her nails, her dark skin pleasantly contrasting their white paint. She looked up to her date to find him with a look of distress on his face, and she laughed. “What? You’ve got less game than he does.”
“Mighty fine of you to say, and I do appreciate that,” the farmer replied with a tip of his hat and twinkle in his eyes. “All I’m saying is, if you want to have a good time together, you just need to let me work some Deep South Magic.”
“Could be fun,” Kayla said, looking to Phil and wondering just how far a Tinder profile could be from reality.
“Could be.” He nodded eagerly, wondering just how to make reality closer to his Tinder profile.
“Then it’s a date!”
The two looked to the farmer, then blinked as a puff of some kind of powder spread across one another. The odd man dusted his hands from whatever he’d just sprinkled them with, nodded contentedly, and turned tail. “I’ll be back to check up on you in a jiff, gotta wrangle the horses.”
“Wh-hey!” Phil moved towards him, only to stall the motion as Kayla grabbed his arm. He looked to her, and blinked at the look on her face. For a second, his heart shot straight to heaven as he saw her smiling, blushing like a girl on date night.
To be fair, that’s what this was supposed to be, until their bickering had spooked the horses on their corn ride. Though, from the look of it, things were starting to stir up again. Despite himself, he felt a twinge of arousal run through him. He expressed it as best he could: “You look nice.”
Nobody could accuse Phil of being a wordsmith.
Kayla chuckled, despite the awkwardness of the situation. “Gee, thanks. No offense, but you don’t.” She realized what she’d said, her hands cupping her mouth with a flush. “I mean, you didn’t. Like, but there’s something about… Whatever that farmer used, it kind of makes up for it.”
“Yeah?” He asked, stiffening in every sense of the word as she circled her arms around his neck. She warmly breathed in the air beside him, sighing.
Kayla liked Phil, but there had been something about him physically, something that had given her that sense they weren’t compatible. All that was just a memory now. There was something in that ‘Deep South Magic’ that helped her see the potential in him, that there was room for growth. “Yeah.”
Her fingers worked at his belt a little clumsily. She might be gorgeous, but that didn’t mean Kayla threw herself around the block. She wasn’t inexperienced, either. Her fingers coaxed him from anticipation to attention, and she looked down with a twinkle in her eyes.
Phil, meanwhile, couldn’t believe this was happening. Somehow the date had done an abrupt 180, and his cheeks flushed with an eager anticipation. He pressed his hands against the woman’s shoulders, and made the most consequential decision of his life: he closed his eyes.
He wanted to savor the moment, wanted to savor the warmth of her mouth, the softness of her cheek. The caress of her tongue was gentle yet firm at the same time, just enough pressure to tease him without the discomfort of pressure.
If his eyes were open, he would have seen her nose broadening on her face. If his eyes were open, he’d have seen his fingers darken on her broadening shoulders. If his eyes were open…
They weren’t though, and he groaned louder, bucking his hips. His balls swayed, a strange heft to them that he was oddly proud of. He angled his head back, taking in a deep breath. There was a flavor to it, a rich and potent muskiness that clouded his thoughts more than her company alone, if such a thing was possible.
Kayla, on the other hand, had a good idea that something was happening. She wasn’t an idiot, she could tell that his dick was getting bigger, that his balls were the size of apples. She knew that her mouth had stretched to accommodate him, even though in the process it had slid her eyes to the sides of her head.
She also knew that the best way for her to feel any satisfaction tonight was to let these changes play out. She ached, truly yearned for the man whose weight on her shoulders increased with every passing second. She needed that weight atop her back, needed to feel that in her.
There were worse things than turning into horny animals, Kayla reasoned. She could be stuck doing an eight-to-six shift at work. Then she’d be fucked without any of the pleasure.
Her tongue tripled in size in her mouth, and she slurped around her man, leaning a little harder against him, pressing her hands into the earth as they compressed into hooves. She could feel her flanks rippling with heft, bulk adding to herself pounds upon pounds at a time.
She was ready. Kayla smirked, pulling from him with a smile, swishing a tail she hadn’t even felt grow. And Phil finally opened his eyes.
He looked to her, a cow-woman, mid-shift. Her gorgeous dark skin still held its luster, despite its bovine proportions. Her face, stretched as it was, beckoned him enticingly, winking and smiling coyly. Her ass… He swallowed hard, and fell to all fours, approaching her with a frantically pounding heart.
Phil wasn’t into cows. He wasn’t into big women, either. But Christ Almighty, he was into Kayla. He snorted, a dopey smile on his face. But he was also raised right, and he knew that he needed to make sure she was perfectly okay with things. “YOOO schoOOoore?” He slurred, working his jaw as it too broadened.
It was a sweet gesture, and one Kayla really appreciated. Her sex was already on fire, and now her heart had melted too. Every bit of her was warm, and she backed against him insistently. She was heavy now, plodding and big. She felt fuller than she’d been in years, and yet empty at the same time.
“DooOOOooh mooOOO!” She groaned, and was richly rewarded. He pounded into her, hard, his chest atop her back, his breath hot on her ears. With every snort of warm air from his nose, she could feel her ears widening, growing broader and bigger and sail-like. She twitched them with absolute bliss, clenching around his length.
And God, was he long. She moaned, savoring the slow, plodding, heaviness of his thrusts. At the same time, she also savored the slowness of the change, and that it was still happening. Her vagina grew larger and cushiony, a soft and pleasurable haven for Phil’s manhood.
Phil felt it was a haven too, he felt it was like heaven itself. He buried himself as far in Kayla as he could, with brown fur covering his body from ankle to broadening snout. He could see she was sprouting a thick coat herself, her dark skin now covered by white fur, with dark spots.
Slowly, the hair crept across their sweat-soaked bodies. It should have discomforted them, but instead it only worked to encourage the two. They burst from their clothes with the force of their rutting, surrendering to the fact that if they looked like animals, they might as well fuck like them too.
Phil let his weight press across her back, humping into her, his eyes widening as his dick pressed against his chest, a long sheath hugging his shaft to his girthy belly. He couldn’t remember being so hot in his life; couldn’t remember needing a woman, a mate this badly. “MMOOO!”
Their bodies grew wider, and Phil was forced from her back. His arms hung awkwardly at her sides, and he backed up a pair of plodding footsteps at a time. Then he realized that his current posture made it perfect to grip her by her hips, and to rest his bovine body against her backside.
Kayla’s eyes swirled with passion, her big mouth falling slack, drool trickling from past her parted lips. She’d never told anyone this, but having her hips held was her private ‘good touch’, a guaranteed way to make her coo—or, in current circumstances, make her moo.
“MUOOOUH!!!” She moaned, rolling her fat hips, feeling her breasts swell, melting into one another, pulling towards her crotch. She was a cow, and she loved it. Fuck, she loved her bull, loved Phil! Her wide hips slammed to his again and again, and her skull cracked and flattened, squishing her brain and driving all rational thought from her mind.
The same happened to Phil, and the two of them truly lived in the moment, with one another. They savored their togetherness, their pleasure. They abandoned trying to make each other feel good, embracing the comfort that in pleasuring themselves, they’d be pleasuring each other.
“MMOOOO!”
Neither knew who cried out first, who came first. They only knew the first climax was followed by another, and another, and another still. They fell to the ground, drained and sore alike, panting like the animals they were.
Spent, they barely noticed the farmer approach until he loudly cleared his throat. They weren’t sure whether it was the tiredness or the natural bovine dimwittedness that kept them from recognizing him until he began to speak.
“See? Deep South Magic. Told you I’d save your date,” said the farmer with a smile on his face. He winked, then nodded to the nearby homestead. “Come morning, you can come back over there and I’ll fetch you some clothes, change you back right as rain. You two can come back any time, since you seemed to enjoy yourselves.”
But he didn’t stop there. He looked to the couple and a glint positively twinkled in his eye. “Or… You could head over to the barn,” he angled his head from the house to a stereotypical red shed, “and stay like this. Your choice.”
The two cows looked at one another curiously, remembering themselves for who they were, knowing each other for who they could be, and finally coming to terms with what they were. Thick tongues played across stubbly chins, and fuzzy cheeks nuzzled one another.
This was the most important choice of their lives. And even though they’d had just a single date with one another, they both knew it wasn’t a hard choice at all.