(F to Cow)

“Hey, Mira, we’re out of milk,” I shake the jug just a bit to be sure. As I do, I finish my own glass, a small after-dinner treat.

“What!?” She dashes into the room and I nearly choke. “Don’t you know what day it-”

She pauses, seeing my predicament, and gives me a few helpful pats on the back. Then, the second it’s clear I’m not in any mortal danger, she picks right back up where she left off.

“Don’t you know what day it is?”

I wipe a tear from the corner of my eye, setting the glass down. “It’s Christmas, isn’t it? I mean, sorry the stores are closed, but-”

“Exactly! The stores are closed! How else are we going to get Santa his milk and cookies?” Mira says it with such a serious face that for a moment, I think she has to be joking.

The moment passes, and I realize that she’s completely serious. “Um. I don’t know how to tell you this, but…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, is the magical shapeshifting man going to explain to me that Santa isn’t real?” She leans in, poking my chest. This time she is joking, and I let out a small sigh of relief.

“Well, I’m glad that you know Santa isn’t real, but… Why are you getting so worked up, then?”

Mira’s face reddens, more than the time that I left her as a monkey for a few days. “Well… It’s just a tradition. I’ve always left out a plate of milk and cookies every year…”

I suddenly feel extremely lucky for not wanting a cookie after dinner.

“Anyways, we’re going to need to do something, right?” Mira fidgets nervously. “I mean… I don’t want my first Christmas with you to be the one where I don’t…” She adds a sniffle for good measure, and my heart breaks at the sight.

“Say no more, I’ll take care of it. After all, even if the store’s closed, that doesn’t mean I can’t get it from the source, right?” I lean in close, placing a hand against her belly.

A little bit of magic here, a little bit of pressure there, and my beautiful girlfriend shudders. Soft weight presses back into my palm, and I lift her shirt to get a better look at her growing udder.

“What’re yooOOO…” She leans into the moo a little bit, and I look up to her with a small quirk of my lips.

“Are you trying to tease me or something?”

She shakes her head ‘no,’ but as she does, her ears stretch a little. Dark fur grows along their backs, and her face reddens a little bit. It soils the innocent act, and gives me a few ideas about her plans for the night.

I’d never stuck around with anyone long enough to realize, but apparently when I transform someone, their own mind plays a little bit into it. In other words, if I just wanted to make Mira cowlike enough to grow some milkable udders, but she wanted to go a little further, she could focus and redirect some of the changes to her body.

For example, giving her a set of cow ears.

“Really, so you’re not trying to tease me?” I hum, bringing my hands to her slender hips and giving them a slight squeeze. “So if I swell you a little here and call you a fat heifer…”

Her face reddens a little more, and she lets out an audible squeak. I know why: she’s feeling herself get fatter, a bit at a time.

Mira leans forward a bit, pressing her chest against mine, breathing a little heavier. Funny, she’s about to exist a lot heavier. “Would you like to strip me, Farmer Daddy?” She lays on the last bit a little bit thick, but I don’t really care.

I cup her cheeks in my hands, pulling her face towards mine, kissing her on her lips. They shift from their usual softness to a thicker rubbery texture. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and soon my cheeks bulge as she grows it to fill my mouth.

Just like with her ears, she’s caught me off guard again. It’s one of the many reasons why I like her so much.

I start to swell her chest, stretching the fabric of her shirt, and she moos insistently into my mouth. I haven’t changed her stomach too much yet, but her breath still tastes a little like fresh-cut grass.

It takes a second to pull my head further back from her, her tongue is just that preposterously long now. Even as it slips out of my mouth, a trail of her drool links our lips. I lick my lips and realize my face is a little red.

“Muuh…” Mira moans. “Mrrooo like thith shuwt.” She has a little difficulty speaking around her swollen tongue, and I wonder if she knows how much I like that.

If she didn’t before, she definitely realized after how long it takes me to reply. “Oh! You like that shirt,” I laugh nervously, realizing I’ve been holding her, swelling her, fantasizing about her.

She nods, pouting as best she can with her tongue hanging out of her mouth like this. Well, a little drool wouldn’t hurt the cotton too much…

I curl my fingers under her shirt, bunching it up at her shoulders and giving it a little tug. As I do, I stiffen her shoulders a little, pushing them to face forward. She wriggles a little, but can’t help but drag her long, slimy tongue along her shirt, soaking it with her cowy drool.

She eyes me judgmentally the second I tug her shirt off all the way, and I shrug. “What? You can’t blame a guy for liking what-auwlp.”

Mira interrupts my excuse by shoving her heavy body forwards, dragging her tongue along my face. For a moment I forget how to stand, and I fall back against the ground, her growing weight pressed hard against me.

I lose control for just a moment, changing her a little quicker than I planned. Her hips pop as her legs are forced forward too, and I can hear the scuff of hooves as her fingers and toes clump up. She scuffs them against the kitchen tile, and her eyes cross as her nose bulges.

She snorts a little in surprise, and I crinkle my nose at the feeling of wet droplets on my face. “Did you just blow your nose on me?”

“Mrrrroooo can’th ‘elp it, yooOOoo gave me uh big nothe,” Mira blushes, licking my face clean apologetically. I rub her sides, pausing at the sound of tearing fabric.

“Whoops.” I crane my neck to look over her shoulder, seeing that her ass has grown to the point of shearing through the shorts she’d put on this morning. “I hope you weren’t really attached to those.”

I’m surprised at how guilty I feel about that. After working so hard to save her shirt, did I just ruin something she liked?

“Mrrrooo’ll moonage.” She smiles as she moos, and I give her a cow’s snout for worrying me. Of course. I hadn’t been focusing on her hindquarters, so she was the one who decided to give herself a fat heifer’s bottom.

Not for the first time, I feel exceptionally lucky to know her. Should I tell her that? I feel like I should but I don’t want to be sappy. I’ll just give her a cow’s tail instead.

A small tufted nub wiggles out from her backside, and I press my fingers firmly against her spine. I pet her slowly, feeling each new vertebrae as it comes in. She shudders, and her massive bulk jiggles over me.

I’m glad to see her new tail is already wagging, she’s liking this as much as I am. But this wasn’t always supposed to be about pleasure, was it? I press my legs together, feeling her bulging udder squish against my knees.

Mira lets out a moo so loud my ears ring and blushes apologetically. “Thawwry,” she lisps around her fat cow tongue.

“What’s a little tinnitus between friends?” I rub her cheek affectionately, stretching her face out into a cowlike snout. Her eyes crinkle a little bit at the weird feeling of her sinuses stretching, but thankfully she doesn’t sneeze on me again.

Mira slurps her tongue back into her mouth, working her jaw experimentally. “Much better. Much as I know you like drooly lisping, I was getting a bit thirsty. I mean, moo.” She winks, wagging her tail a little more.

“Well, that wouldn’t do. Because… Something. Santa. Thirst. Damn, I thought I had something clever here,” I purse my lips and crinkle my nose, but nothing clever comes to mind.

Not that I really needed anything clever. She lifts up eagerly, rising to her hooves and looking down at me. As always, I’m a little surprised just how much bigger cows are than people.

“Well, Mister Wordsmith, I think that means it’s time for my milking, doesn’t it?” She shakes her hips, and her udders sway with a gratifying weight behind them.

I wrap an arm around the back of her neck to help me stand up, and I grab a cup from the dishwasher. “You know, there’s something I’ve been thinking about,” I say with a hum.

“Hm?” She looks back over her shoulder, big dopey eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You wanted me to cook steak and mac and cheese for dinner.” I haven’t milked too many cows in my lifetime, but I know the gist of it. I squeeze her udder, pulling some cream towards one of her teats.

“Mmhhh, that feels ammooozing,” she shudders. “But what’s your point? It’s yummy.”

“Mhmm. And it uses a lot of milk…” I quietly change some of her nerves, increasing the sensitivity of her cow teats. “Plus, you know I always have a glass of milk after steak.”

She can feel a hint of the pleasure, and she shifts on her hooves anxiously. “W-well, maybe. But that doesn’t change the fact that the milk thing is a real tradition of mine and really-”

I tug on her udder, squirting some of her milk into the cup.

“MRRRROOOOUUUHHUHUHMMOOO!”

I’d worry about a noise complaint if my neighbors weren’t out of town. Mira wobbles on her hooves, and I quickly pull the cup away before she falls onto her chest heavily, panting.

“That… That was…” Mira moans, flicking one of her ears as I set the glass down by her plate of cookies.

“The start of a Whole-milk Night?” I offer. “You know, like Holy Night, but…”

Hm. I didn’t know a cow could roll her eyes so hurtfully.

“Mooobe save the puns for the morning,” Mira somehow makes her cow muzzle smirk flirtatiously. “Because I have some better ideas for what we can do tonight.”