(F to Cow)

Molly frowned as she rummaged through her refrigerator, a look that only grew sourer as she came to accept that she was out of milk. She didn’t even have a roommate to blame, just her own poor planning.

“You’re supposed to be some kind of professional, aren’t you?” She muttered to herself angrily, casting a sidelong glance at her cereal.

Unfortunately, the best way to start her day was also completely terrible without milk. It was a high-protein cereal, enriched with vitamins and minerals, and as a result tasted like cardboard dusted with powdered ginger. The only way to make it close to palatable was a nice, tall glass of whole milk.

She considered, just for a moment, eating it dry or perhaps with water. Just the thought sent a shiver down her spine.

“No. I am not a savage, nor am I an animal,” Molly declared quite optimistically. “I’ll just go to the store and…”

And what? The time it would take to wait for a cashier would make her late for her early morning meeting. And without that meeting, her boss would think she was unprepared for her mid-morning meeting, and say as much during her late-morning meeting.

There had to be a way…

Her stomach gurgled as her subconscious made a wish.

Molly groaned, looking to the faucet. “I guess I can have a protein shake…” She took a step towards it, freezing in place at a cool sensation on her shirt. She looked down in confusion, and saw a growing damp spot against its cotton fabric.

“What the…” Her brow furrowed. She took a step back, and her breasts jiggled, rubbing her suddenly-stiff nipples against the fabric of her shirt. It sent a ripple of pleasure through her nervous system, and another squirt of milk onto her shirt.

Molly was a sensible businesswoman, despite her tendency to talk to herself. She tried to always act logically, and had plenty of education to guide her actions. Unfortunately, said education said nothing about spontaneous lactation. And why was it so cold?

Warily, Molly groped at herself through her shirt. “Mhhuh.” Her eyes fluttered as more sensation gripped her, and her fingers came away cool and damp.

A primitive instinct overtook her, and she licked at her fingers curiously, tasting the sweetest, creamiest milk she’d ever had in her life.

She had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation for this. Her stomach rumbled again. She giggled to ease her nerves, then shrugged. “If it’s a dream, I guess I’ll just… Do the thing.”

With that, Molly slipped her shirt off – moaning again as the fabric brushed her nipples – and leaned over her cereal bowl. She slowly cupped her right breast with both hands, squeezing gently, rubbing down to her nipple.

“Mrrrrhhuuhhh.” A steady stream of milk squirted from her chest into the bowl, splashing against her cereal with a gratifyingly familiar sound. “There, that’s not so bad.”

She wondered if she’d remember this when she woke up, then decided that it wasn’t too much of a concern. Her tailbone ached a little as she sat down, and she wiggled her hips from side to side. Then she leaned in, taking a hearty chomp of serial.

Normally, Molly was the picture of etiquette. She’d take measured bites, sipping milk quietly from her spoon to accompany them, and swallow after precisely thirty-five closed-mouth chews. But this was a dream, and she wasn’t trying to impress anyone.

Her jaw worked loudly, chewing from side to side exaggeratedly. Her ears tingled at the wet schlucking sounds of her chewing, but she didn’t pay them as much attention as she did her food. For some reason, today it was extra delicious.

She sat back and wondered how that worked. A dream shouldn’t be able to make the brain sense anything it hadn’t sensed before, so why did she think this flavor was so good? It didn’t cross her mind for a moment that her tongue’s taste buds might be changing, even as her tongue slowly started to swell.

Still thinking, Molly put her hands on either side of the counter. She dipped her head towards the bowl. Her tongue schlopped down into the bowl, and she curled it, scooping some more of her milk and cereal into her mouth.

A bit of milky drool trickled down her cheek, and she rubbed the fuzzy back of her hand against it, not sparing a second thought to how the backs of her palms were taking on a creamy, bright dense hair patch.

Instead, she wondered why she could read the name of her cereal on its box. This was a dream, so how was she able to read it in clear English? More than that, how was she able to read the fine print too?

Her chewing stopped, mouth hanging open. A bit of ceral splashed into the bowl. Her left hoove scuffed against the countertop as her right hand made to grab the box, only for her hoof to crash it out her hand a moment later.

“Oh my God!” She screamed, half-falling out her seat. It rocked back dangerously, and she hastily pulled herself forward against the counter. Her left tit splashed into her cereal bowl, and soon the drip of spilled milk joined the sounds of her ragged panting.

She stayed like that for a moment, painfully aware of the small creaks that came from every move she made, and some of the moves she didn’t. Her bones felt like they were sliding against each other, growing, thickening.

For some reason, Molly leaned back and started to paw at her soaked tit. Her hoof awkwardly jiggled the soft fat, and her hand’s frantic wiping brought with it a new fear. What started as slicking away milk soon turned into petting thick, coarse fur.

“This has to be a nnnuuh-nightmare. People don’t turn into cows,” Molly giggled to herself deliriously, trying not to feel the swishing of her tail against her bulging rump.

Her face stretched to disprove her thoughts. She’d never been a supermodel, but she had been pretty—right up until her nose broadened and her jaw jutted out, stretching into a cow’s thick snout. Her ears bulged at the same time, growing heavier and heavier as new muscles made them twitch and flap.

Molly thought about having a yellow tag clicked into one of her big ears, marking her as someone’s property. “I haven’t even gotten mmmuh ears pierced normalluh-uhhhRROOOO!”

It was as reflexive as a cough or a burp. The sound built itself up and up within her chest, until it had to be let out. But now that she’d started, she couldn’t stop. “Muh! MrrooooOOO! MOOO!”

She babbled like a Speak-and-Say with a glitch in its system, even as her shoulders and hips forced her arms and legs forward. She couldn’t keep herself from kicking out with all four of them, shoving herself away from her counter and tipping her onto the floor.

The fall felt like it was in slow motion. Pressure built and built within her torso, stretching herself out further and further. She could feel herself getting heavier, pounds forcing themselves onto her even as gallons flooded her breasts.

Her poor breasts slid down between her legs, and she became painfully aware of hew new udder’s weight between her legs. She squirmed and moaned, pressing her thighs together, feeling its soft warmth against her growing fur.

More of that startlingly cool milk squirted from her nipples, puddling on the floor around her feet. Unfortunately for the poor girl, while the skin of her feet could keep a grip on slick tile, hooves were a different thing entirely. Enamel numbed her skin, and she heard a sound not dissimilar from scraping chalk.

Finally, her legs gave way, dropping her onto her new udder. She gurgled out a pleasured moo, unable to deny how good it felt to be this heavy, to feel so much more. She pressed her unchanged hand, the last human part of herself, against her cheek, rubbing her snout, feeling how big and sensitive it was.

“Mrrroooo…” Molly moaned, letting her hand drift away as her fingers twitched and stiffened. She watched the last bit of her old life fade away, seeing her slender fingers ball into dark ball. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, the changes stilled.

Molly mooed and shuddered, her mind a conflicting whirl. It felt pleasurable to be this big, this heavy. But every breath of pleasure had an aftertaste of dread. Would she change back? Would her mind leave too? And… How long until someone would find her like this? And what about her morning meetings?

She leaned back on her udder and found those worries spilling away with another rush of pleasure from her overfull udder. “MOOOO!”

The meetings could wait. Right now, she’d just enjoy the moment and see what came next.