(F to Elephant)

A Gift for @LexamZonkey

Circine squinted dubiously at the picture in front of her, before sliding her eyes up to her aunt. “No offense, but I’m not seeing how this is supposed to help me with my magic.”

“Why is that?” Donna smiled, an expression Circine affectionately thought of as ‘I know something you don’t know Number 47.’

Circine brushed some of her pink hair behind an ear, looking back to the picture of an elephant. It was a nice safari photo, but other than that, seemed perfectly normal. She opened her mouth to ask another question.

“Guess you’re not too familiar with that saying, are you?”

Circine arched an eyebrow. “Something about never forget-nnh!”

A bolt of magical energy leapt from Donna’s hand to Circine’s gut, flooding her with that too-familiar feeling of transformation. There was a pressure building inside of her, like her body was ten sizes too small for herself.

“See, that happened to be a spell to transform you into a cow. And you’re going to instead change yourself into an elephant.”

“Well, when moo say it like that, it sounds so obvious,” Circine wrapped her hands around her belly, feeling it soften beneath her embrace. She bit back the urge to moo again, focusing her own magic.

Sure enough, Donna didn’t take things easy on her. The spell was a complex one, with no chance to prevent its effects entirely. Instead, she had to focus on rewriting it.

Of course, focusing was easier said than done. Not only was the spell overly complex to begin with, but it wasn’t like concentration was one of Circine’s gifts.

“Hey. I see you drifting.” Donna pointed to her eye pointedly.

Circine quickly cast a projection spell to get a look at herself, finding a spot over her left eye. It was decidedly cowlike, and not at all elephantine. Was that a word? She was going to make it a word. No, she had to focus!

Circine screwed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath in. The first thing she had to do was think about how the spell was changing her, and instead tailor that to her own changes.

That part was a little easier than she thought, since both animals were fat to begin with. She just had to turn fur into thick, gray hide. Elephants got a lot of sun, so it would have to be a little leathery, maybe a little worn…

The additional flab around her belly obeyed her thoughts, darkening and gaining a properly gray texture. Unfortunately, she focused on it a little too hard, and found her torso growing disproportionally to the rest of her, unbalancing her.

Circine fell onto her gut with a huff, her ears burning first with shame, then with change.

“Careful, sweetheart. If you don’t get this right, I’ll be milking you for a month.” Donna hummed.

Milk? Did elephants have udders? They probably did, they were technically bovines, right? Or… Maybe not? They were closest to manatees or something, right?

Circine’s wandering attention led to a new pressure in her petite chest. She’d kept the texture of her skin right, but her breasts swelled obscenely, popping some of the buttons on her overalls.

Come to think of it, that was a good idea she’d had: making her clothes all button-y like a stripper’s. It definitely saved her a few bucks on new clothes, given how little time she was allowed to spend as a human.

“Circine.”

Circine squeaked as she realized her breasts hadn’t just swelled, they’d traveled between her legs. She now sported a dark massive udder. She swore she could feel it sloshing with milk too, like a water balloon-focus! She was supposed to focus!

Her ears had already gotten bigger, so it was easy enough to expand them further. They were soon bigger than her head, large and sail-like. She could feel them flapping to and fro with every motion of her head, which should have been distracting.

It should have been, but for her brain, it made it all the easier to visualize herself as an elephant, with big, thick, stompy arms and legs. They’d need to be like gray tree trunks, complete with little cute mini-hooves for fingers and toes. Probably.

Circine’s body obeyed her thoughts, shooting her well up above her aunt’s frame. She was getting big, large enough to be glad that she was on the farm instead of in her room. Of course, she’d need to keep focusing to be able to get back to her room tonight, instead of ending up in a shed.

Circine’s sinuses ached as her nose stretched away from her face, growing longer and developing new muscles so she could flex them at will. She curled it experimentally, new instincts flooding her brain in time with the growth of a gently swaying tail.

“Oh, I should have mentioned. You’ll also need to keep your mind if you want me to change you back today.”

And there was the surprise. Of course Donna would have a little rule secreted away here. Too bad for Circine, she’d already given a little into instinct.

“Buh… Whuh?” Circine groaned. Her voice was much deeper in pitch, which was good. She’d be able to attract lots of bull elephants that way. Which… Probably wasn’t a person-y thought, was it? That wasn’t good. She was supposed to remember her humanity, not forget it.

Forget! That was the saying. A human saying. Elephants never forget, and so she shouldn’t forget because she was a big stupid elephant with a huge soft udder. … Right?

Circine’s eyes glazed a little. She blinked them a bit, and her mouth made a sound like “Ruhmemburrr,” which was in itself strange. She lifted her trunk a little, trumpeting a small “phroomph” to ease her nerves. That sounded much more right.

The human – Donna, Circine was proud of remembering that – made some more human trumpets from her mouth. Circine wiggled her big ears a little, trying to understand the sounds. But wiggling her ears was fun, so she wiggled them again happily, feeling them catch the air.

That was good. And she was a good elephant. She shuffled her big feet anxiously, wobbling in place and swaying her enormous udder. The human moved beneath her, waving in the air and making some sort of glowy light wrap around her udder.

Warm milk splashed from the cow elephant’s body, and she let out a low groan at how good it felt. Her eyes crossed slightly, and she drooled a little like a good stupid big elephant. She was proud of herself for knowing that much, she had to be plenty smart for an elephant!

xXx

Donna sighed, probing her niece’s mind. Sure enough, Circine was rather stupid for an elephant. However, she was plenty smart for a cow, and she did produce an elephant’s amount of milk nearly instantly.

“… Well. You don’t get full credit, but half points are fair,” mused Donna. She wondered if she was being unfair, but on closer inspection, the Circine-phant definitely still had a dark splotch around her eyes. “… Yes, definitely half points. I think a week’s worth of milk should serve as lesson enough here.”

The elephant had no idea what she said, but trumpeted happily nonetheless.