(M to Cow)

Andrew looked to the vial in his hands with a firm resolve that surprised even him. He hadn’t ever thought that a crush could string him along to the point where he’d even consider using a TransFun to get closer, least of all one that would change him into a cow.

But Helen was a gorgeous girl, funny, witty, and in every way his perfect match. This weekend was his best chance to find out more about her, too. She was stuck at her family’s farm, tending the cows. It was an odd thing for a girl to have to do, but it was also an opportunity for Andrew.

He downed the Transfun, slipping the loose bathrobe from his shoulders with a small, eager smile. “I’ve heard that people talk to cows when they’re milking them. I guess it’s time to see if that’s MOOO!”

The force of his first bellow caught him off-guard, and the young man’s face flushed. He stumbled forwards unsurely, only to openly fall onto his hooves a second later. His udder swayed with the motion, and his ears flicked with a distinct surprise.

Hooves… Udder… Cow ears! Andrew’s eyes widened, which gave him a better view of the massive snout that covered his peripheral vision. He hadn’t expected the changes to be so sudden, but was more than a little glad for them.

After all, it would be much harder to sneak around the farm as some mix between man and cow. Unless Helen had a thing for the bovine, which he very much doubted, she’d probably run screaming at the sight of a half-man, half-cow.

“MoOo!” Andrew mooed at the thought amusedly, marveling at how expressive a three-letter, double-voweled word could be. Depending on the pitch, the volume, and even the tone of his voice, he could moo his pleasure and displeasure alike.

“MOOoo. MooOOO. MoOOoo!” He tried various versions of mooing, doing his best to determine what would best express a need to be milked. As he mooed, he moved, padding towards the herd of dairy cows, none of whom seemed to mind the moronically mooing addition.

“I heard you, I heard you!” A female voice called, and Andrew turned his head to find the blonde of his dreams padding towards him. She swung a pail idly in her hands, shaking her head with a dismissive mirth.

“Mom and Dad said this kind of thing would be easy, but I’m not a natural. You’ll have to bear with me for a bit, I’m afraid,” the girl spoke to Andrew as though he could understand her, and he felt a surge of pride at his plan coming to fruition.

A second later, he was feeling a surge of milk, the creamy liquid in his udder splashing from his nipples into the pail. It was a novel sensation, and one that was more than a little enjoyable. His eyes glazed, and he settled into his first milking as a cow, eager to hear what secrets Helen might have…

Little did he know, he wouldn’t learn her biggest one until later that night.

xYx

Helen peeked into the barn, eyes darting from side to side. That cow from before seemed to be snoring easily in her stall, which was perfect. Helen didn’t want to spook the big girl, especially not when she was so close.

Today, Helen was going to fuck a cow. Not as a girl, that would be weird. She was going to turn into a bull, and have her way with that gorgeous Holstein with the sad, intelligent eyes. There was something about the heifer that really connected with her, and as a result Helen couldn’t wait to connect with the cow.

The girl crept towards the… Holstein? Freisian? Helen didn’t really know breeds. All she knew was big, spotted, and sexy. She fell against the majestic creature’s side, breathing in its musky scent and idly wondering why she could swear she detected a trace of Old Spice in the cow’s fur.

It was a question best saved for another day. Of all the animals in the herd, only this one, Spots, had actually listened to her. Helen couldn’t explain how she knew that, or why she felt there was so much chemistry between her and this pack animal.

But Helen could certainly show her appreciation.

The girl uncorked her vial of TransFun, taking it down in a quick, musky-flavored shot. The taste was deep and gamey, and brought a dominant lust to the forefront of her mind. Her hips ached, and the girl leaned heavily against her cow, squeaking as all twenty inches of bull cock grew from her nubile frame at once.

“Holy fuck, I look like something from the weird side of Reddit,” Helen breathed. She trailed her fingers along her dick’s flared tip, and grinned as precum welled from the tip. “Awesome.”

She fell onto all fours, heaving to and fro like a werewolf from a horror-porn-romcom mashup. The girl’s small breasts sank back into her masculine chest, and two large and curved horns slid from the sides of her head.

Helen worked her jaw from side to side, a groan of content exiting her stretching throat, and she turned her head towards the slumbering animal beside her. Her nose, more bovine than human, was able to pick up a scent from the cow, one that told Helen’s instinct-driven mind that the cow wasn’t in heat, but was nonetheless ready to be bred.

And, if that was the case, then Helen was more than happy to oblige.

XyX

Andrew wasn’t woken up by the feeling of Helen’s weight atop his body. He wasn’t woken up by her massive dick shoving hard into his folds, though he did sleep-moo in pleasure. No, Andrew was woken up by the loud, thundering bellow of a proud Helen.

“MMMOOOOOUGH!”

“Moo?” Andrew blinked his eyes in confusion, rocking his hips atop his full, sloshy udder. Was it time to change back already? That had to be why he felt so funny, right?

Helen, meanwhile, thought that her mate’s confused moo was the damned sexiest thing she’d heard in her life, and she’d heard audiobooks by Ryan Reynolds. The bull grunted with undisguised lust, glad that her mate hadn’t slept through the whole thing—even though she’d been ready to rename Spots to ‘Sleeping Mooty’.

“MoOOoooOO!” Andrew whimpered, shocked by her warring emotions. Her grogginess was still wearing off, but that didn’t keep her from feeling a mixture of shame at being bred, arousal at being bred, content at being bred.

Slowly, Andrew’s hips rocked back against Helen’s, ponderous and heavy motions driving her towards her lover time and time again. At the same time, Helen’s frantic pace only increased, urged onwards by the acceptance of her bovine bride.

Ironically, neither of the two knew that they were with each other. Helen naturally thought she was filling Spots, while Andrew worried that she actually liked being bred by a bull—not that there was anything wrong with that, of course.

Much to Andrew’s surprise, it really was an enjoyable sensation. She’d never before known just how empty her life had been without an oversized dick inside her, but now she was learning there were many, many benefits to such circumstances.

No matter which way she moved, she could feel that massive dick within her, stretching her, filling her, sating her every need. She cried out in a pleasure beyond pleasure. She could feel her bull pressing against her walls, feel him crashing against her womb time and time again.

The fact that it was Helen fucking her didn’t make it feel any less like she was a cow being bred, and in turn that didn’t keep her from loving this with every fiber of her being. “MMOOROOO!”

Helen snorted through his massive nostrils, drinking deep of every one of his cow’s cries. Had he not known better, he’d have thought that the cow was spurring him on, begging him for more. He loved that about this bovine bitch, loved breeding her and filling her, and even that ache as he grew closer and closer to spilling within her.

He hugged her close beneath him, humping with an instinct born of lust. His every grunt, every snort reminded him how powerful his new body was, and how much he wanted to nearly break his cow with his passion.

Having never been male before, Helen didn’t know how to hold back, to edge to prolong his bliss. Having never been female before, Andrew was completely unprepared for just how amazing a female orgasm was.

The two cried out in unison, screaming so loud that the barn’s walls themselves shook. Spent as they were, neither thought about the ramifications of falling asleep like that, with bull balls-deep in his cow, and cow beneath her bull.

xyXyx

Helen awoke that morning on her cow’s back. A small snort of surprise slipped from her lips as she realized she’d forgotten to set an alarm, and she pressed down against her warm lover in an attempt to stand.

To her shock and horror alike, her palms pressed against a human body—and a male body, at that. If the motion wasn’t enough to wake the guy, then her scream surely did the trick.

Andrew bucked instinctively, his eyes widening, hands scrabbling at the ground. “Oh my God get off I’m sorry I didn’t mean it please not in front of the whole class!” He babbled, his sleep-addled mind blending reality and dream.

The weight on his back lifted, and he rolled to find Helen looking at him in shock. Slowly, an amused, incredulous expression began to spread across her face, and she pressed a finger against her lower lip curiously. If there was any consolation, it was that she had no idea who he was.

“Andrew Jason, right?”

He was ready to die. Andrew was ready and willing to die. He gulped, meekly waving a hand that he sorely wished was a hoof. “Hi,” he managed. “Please don’t call the cops.”

“Why?” Helen seemed a bit surprised by that. “I mean, I get the whole breaking onto the farm thing, but last time I checked, I was the one balls-deep in you.” She giggled, twirling a finger through her hair in a manner completely at odds with her bovine self.

“Y-yeah, about that…”

“It was the best, right?” Helen leaned forwards, curiosity glinting in both of her eyes. “What are we going to do it as next? Stallion and mare? Buck and doe? Tiger and tigress? All of the above? I mean, of course, you’ll get your picks in every other… Well, every third time, let’s be reasonable.” She didn’t seem to be aware that she was rambling.

Unfortunately for Andrew, he also wasn’t aware that now was the perfect chance to bolt. Instead, he attempted to speak. “Uhmnaa.” It wasn’t a very good attempt.

“Great! I knew you’d say yes!”