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  1. Anonymous poster hash: 0293e...fc2
  2. The artist is mabeelz
  3. Maybe she should've avoided that extra cream at that coffee shop. by whatsup
  4. "Come on, Amanda, in here..." Becky said leading her friend into the milking barn. The two had been friends since middle school, and now, after graduation, they were having a summer of relaxation at Becky's Aunt and Uncle's farm, before they began college in fall. "Alright, alright! I'm coming," The bright blue eyed blonde said as she followed her friend, "What so great about this place anyway? I'd rather be at the pool today..." "I know, I know, you want to hang out with Captain Cutie. We can go after," Becky opened the door, but Amanda stopped before stepping inside. "His name is Ethan, and he's a life guard..." "I'm just yanking your chain Amanda! Just go inside, okay?" Amanda rolled her eyes and stepped the dark building, the only light creeping in around the gaps near eves, "Okay, so we're in the dark? Whoop di do." "I'll get the lights in a sec..." Amanda folded her arms and waited. She couldn't imagine what her friend found in this place that was so interesting. Brunette and dark-eyed, Becky was just as beautiful as Amanda and got plenty of attention from the boys at the pool. That was a million times better than... "OW!!! What the hell was that!!!" Amanda shrieked when she felt the heavy gauge needle pierce her arm at the bicep, "What the fuck?!?" She heard Becky giggle in the dark, "What the fuck did you do to me?!" "I gave you you're treatment, he he, here I'll get the lights now. We're going to want to see this!" "What do you mean treatment?!?!" Amanda screamed, her arm throbbed and the rest of her body began feeling hot, particularly her breasts and groin, "Did you just put some kind of fucked up cow medicine in me?" Becky had odd sense of humor that Amanda often had to tolerate, but this was ridiculous. She turned around when with a loud click, Becky turned the lights on. She saw her friend standing by the circuit breakers, an enormous grin on her face. "You might call it that," Becky said as she came to her friend, "There more too it, but... hmm, were getting results, awesome!” “What are you talking about? Hey! Stop that!” Amanda protested when her friend began tugging at her cut off shorts. It was getting hard to think straight, she was hot, and her breasts were beginning to ache. “I wanna see your tail, silly,” Becky said with a giggle. “A tail! What... what did you do to me?!?!” Amanda twisted around, seeing and feeling that her friend was not lying, in Becky's hand was a tail. Her tail!!! It had pushed over the top of her cut off shorts and the bikini bottom she wore today, fulling expecting to go to the pool today. But was becoming clear that flirting with Ethan would not be on the day's agenda. “Oh, this is going to be fun!” Becky said as she slinked in front of Amanda, “You'll get to live out here on the farm for the rest of your life...” Becky stopped and squeezed Amanda's plump breast that was now straining against her bikini top, making Amanda grown, it was painful and pleasurable at the same time, “Pumping out milk and babies...” “What are you talking about Becky? Uhhh, please stop!” “Uncle Miles and Aunt Bettie will take great care of you, and I'll visit every chance I get,” Becky leaned in close, nearly nose to nose, pushing her small, perky, bikini clad breasts against Amanda's swollen, bulging breasts. “Please....” Amanda said, both terrified and increasingly horny, “Please just stop Becky, this... this isn't like you!” “Isn't it? We've played around together, what's a little more?” Becky kissed Amanda on the lips, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Amanda barely noticed her friend untying her bikini stings. Amanda was finally able to speak when Becky pulled away, “That's not what I meant! What's happening to me?!?!” Becky tossed the flimsy bikini to the side, Amanda's now enormous tits now sagged, heavily laden with with the farm's precious commodity. Her nipples were a good two inches long now, and thick, a drop of off-white, creamy milk at the tips. “Mmmaaake it stop, Becky please!” Amanda cried out, tears running down her bulging face. Her lips were becoming thick and dark., “Mmmmmuhhhh!!! There's sooooooo heavy! And fuuuuullll!” Amanda lifted the hefty orbs in her stiffening hands, “Pleeeeeeease! I-I thought weeee weeeere friends!!!” Amanda's body cracked and creaked as she gained mass, her ass swelling tight against the bikini bottoms. “But we are!” Becky said, bring over a large stainless steel bottle with gauges, as well as hoses. Amanda was no farmer, but she knew what it was! A milking machine! “That's why your here! You'll love it! All the other girls did... and the boys...” She set the machine up, and Amanda could her the sucking noise. “Others?” Amanda said as Becky brought the nozzles to her. She couldn't! But they were so full, and heavy... Her breasts were massively swollen, sagging lower and lower. They were changing color too, a light pink with the blue veins. “Of, course,” Becky cradled one of Amanda's enormous boobs, “The family's been doing this for generations. Most of the animals here are like you... once humans!” “NO!!” This was a huge farm! At least a hundred cows, a dozen horses, goats, sheep, pigs! Even the fucking llama?!? “Muhhhhh!” Amanda groaned when Becky put the nozzle on her left tit, the milk immediately shooting into the machine. It felt so good! The relief! More pleasure washed over her when Becky started the suction on the other massively swollen nipple. “MUUUHHHH MMMOOOOOO!!!” It was getting hard to stand up now, or even think for that matter. With a clump! Amanda fell to all fours, her fingers finally ready for the task. “We'd better get these off!” Becky said and began tugging at the shorts. “Mmmmoooooo!” Amanda didn't care, the milk flowing from her teats was too pleasurable. “Good girl, that's it, grow those new teats, cows have four you know...” “Mooooo...” Becky pulled off Amanda's bikini bottoms to find her friend's huge vulva wet and inflamed, “Ohhh, looks like you're ready for Big John the bull, but until then...” Becky pushed her hand into her friend, teasing her massive clit, “Maahhoooooo!!!” Amanda mooed and kicked the ground, hardly able to contain herself. “Good girl, good girl...” Becky cooed as her friend continued to change. Light chestnut colored fur began cover her, Guernsey cow body. Her once perfect human breasts had now merged into one giant bag, positioning themselves between her legs. Two new, four inch long nipples rapidly grew in and filled with milk. Becky pulled her hand out and lowered herself before suckling from one of the free nipples. . “Moooo...” Amanda didn't understand what was happening but she liked it.
  5. The power of the light, the sun, and the sky were great powers, ones that had burned through the darkness time and time again. Faenya, Thoradan goddess, had wielded them time and time again against her great rivals and those that sought to harm her flock. She had beaten back the darkness for years, and then held it at bay with a will that could not be extinguished. Yet, there was a way for the darkness to strike back, a way that she had not expected, a way against which she had no defense. In her sleep, the Thoradan goddess was guarded by the light of her spear, glowing at her side in the dimness that was all that she allowed of darkness in her presence. However, other darknesses were spawned, shadows that burned at the edge of the few other objects in her bedchamber, burning and growing longer with the presence of light. The gods and devils of the darkness took control of them, using the formerly benign shadows to deliver what would be their vengeance upon the feathered goddess that had defeated them so many times. Inch by inch, the shadows turned and lengthened, following the unnatural wills of the powers of darkness to approach their ancient enemy. They were slow, steady, but relentless, unable to be stopped even by the power of the spear. They crept over the edge of the bed, and then, they struck. Snake-like, they sunk their intangible fangs into Faenya, dispensing the power of the curse. The goddess awake, striking out with her spear, but it was too late. The curse was already in her blood, burning away with the hatred of the powers of darkness. Her beak opened wide and she shrieked her pain and anger, throwing herself to the sky in hopes of finding a cure for it before it could overtake her. The speed of the goddess was great, but the curse had already been made with that in mind. It struck her from the sky, her wings fading from her back and sending her crashing into a nearby field. The fading sunlight threw her shadow before her, letting her see the edges of her wings disappearing before they were claimed for good by the curse inside of her. She winced, shaking her head in disbelief, but there was no denying what had happened. She was wingless. Desperately, she grasped for her spear, hoping that the power of the ancient artifact would delay the continuation of the curse, but even as she gripped at it, she could feel her hands stiffening, refusing to bend properly. She hissed, trying to force her fingers to wrap about the edge of the spear, to get a grip on part of it, anything, but her body refused to do what she told it. All it did was lay atop it. Before her eyes, her fingers flexed, and then stilled, pointing straight out. The taloned fingers refused to obey her, even as she begged them to bend, but all they did was point out, point out...and darken. No, this is impossible. Yet, it was all too possible, as the golden scales of her fingers were turned black, the claws pulling back into her digits and then fading away, leaving her with blackened fingers that were slowly growing together. She strained to stop it, harnessing her will to fight the curse, but it was too strong. There was no way that it would fade. She could only stare as her fingers linked together little by little, her hand becoming nothing more than a dark black hoof, and a big one, at that. Fall, Faenya, she heard the voices of darkness whisper to her. Fall into the form of a beast. Nothing more than an animal to be found in the field, nothing but prey for the beasts of the night. The laughter in her skull nearly drove her mad. The eagle-like Thoradan struggled to pull herself to her feet, but every part of her had been stricken with the curse. Even as her other hand went stiff, following the path of her other hand, her legs bent, shifting so that she could not put them under her. Her arms lengthened to match her legs, keeping her from rising off of all fours, and her back ached as she swore that she was growing longer. Not taller, with her inability to stand, but longer. The curse rid her of her feathers, soft bundles of them falling in droves to the ground. She wept at their loss, unable to believe the horror that her long-time opponents had delivered upon her. Faenya struggled, fighting against the fire of the curse in her blood, but it was impossible to hold back. As her feathers fell out, patchy skin grew in to replace it, black and white in the colors of the cow. She shivered as she felt the power of the goddess fading, the curse speeding up as time went on. Trundling forward, she kicked her spear upright, letting it fall on her back. The goddess had to try; she had to try and make it to someone that would help her. Onwards she ran, feeling the last of her feathers fade, her tailfeathers long gone, and slowly getting replaced by a meager little meat tail. She felt the beginnings of her udders forming under her belly, adding to the weight that her arms and her legs - no, her forelegs and hind legs - had to carry, but she did her best to ignore it, focusing instead on the path before her. There was a chance, if she could but reach the place of worship dedicated to her. It was just past the farm ahead. Yet, the powers of darkness had known this, it seemed. In the fading light, they summoned wolves. They summoned bats. They summoned every creature that hunted in the night, every beast that would see her brought low at the command of their masters. She stared down the path at the wall of teeth and fangs and claws, and knew that there was no way that she could pass through. She turned to the farm, and the beasts followed. She escaped, but not without loss; her spear was left behind, clasped in the jaws of a lucky wolf that ran off with it like a dog with a stick. Her body was almost entirely gone, only a hint of gold along her head and the crown that she had worn in her sleep upon her ear. It was all that remained of her former godly self, and she knew that the former would fade shortly. Faenya struggled forward, holding tight to what she remembered of herself, of her obligations towards the world, and stumbled into the house of the farmer. For a moment, she held out hope that he would recognize the crown, if nothing else. She approached him in the single-room farmhouse, lowing at him as he turned in his bed. He leaped up, staring at her, and then slowly shook his head. What are you doing out here? She tried to speak, but he grabbed her by the muzzle. No, dont talk. Youre too loud. He got up, barely pausing to put clothes on before pulling her by the neck and the ear. She had no choice but to follow, lest he drag at her and pull her painfully. His grip was sure, and his strength was fearsome as he dragged her back into the fields, and then towards the other cows. I dont know who you belong to, but you aint getting in the house. Stay with the rest of the herd til morning, and if nobody comes for you, well deal with you then. Faenya tried to complain, tried to say something, to point out her crown to the farmer, but some imp of shadow appeared and plucked it from her head. He danced about, grinning, and then disappeared. She was left among the cows barely a moment later, and the farmer yawned before walking off, leaving her alone. The other cows lowed and milled about her, making many sounds that she didnt understand. Yet, she feared she would, in the morning. # The sun rose on a woman that barely remembered her own name, let alone her own history. Faenya. Faenya. Faenya, she kept telling herself. There were few things that hung around in the back of her mind, few things that stood as bastions against the curse that burned through her mind as hot as it had gone through her body, but her name was one that she refused to let go of. Even as the farmer returned, pulling her free, she kept mouthing it, whispering it to herself in her head. Even as she was taken to the barn, put into a pen and had her udders pulled on, she kept whispering her name. The feeling of pressure down there was finally released, but with it went many more of her memories. What had been lost in the forest, why she had run this far in the first place, what her name meant. All of it was gone, milked out in the bucket and taken away from her. Even when she was taken to another pen, her flanks exposed, she whispered her name to herself. Faenya. Faenya. Faenya. I will remember this. If I forget all else, I am Faenya. Not a cow, but...not a cow. Just not a cow. Faenya the not-cow. It was hard to think of anything else, and the burning brand that was pressed to her side didnt help. She nearly screamed her head off at that, feeling her skin burn and blacken beneath her fur, and she couldnt even try to run and escape it. The farmer walked up to stand beside her head, the burning metal still in his hand. He took his other hand, patted her on the neck. Good girl. Looks like nobodys coming for you, so youll just have to start working as a milking cow. Milking Cow...I am not...I am Faenya...I am the not-cow It didnt help. Her protests, bestial and low and weak as they were, meant nothing to the experienced farmer. He dragged her back out of the barn and down to the field. Slapping her flank, he sent her running into the grassy lands. She went without further complaint, following her stomach as she did. Even as she whispered her name one more time - Faenya! - she looked out at the woods. Great red eyes peered at her through the shadows, red eyes and white fangs that were turned up in demonic grins. They were happy for her. And if they were happy, then she had every reason to be afraid.
  6. Kathleen, Nadia, and Daniela were three backpackers who hadn’t known each other existed before last week, but were already the fastest of friends. The three brunettes were all backpacking across Europe, and had happened to share the same room in a hostel. Kathleen was the oldest of the group, one year out of law school. Back in high school, she’d been the ‘hot one’, captain of the cheer squad. Unfortunately, a little too much stress and a little too little sleep in high school had left her with a little more weight than she’d have liked. Even so, she was still overtly attractive, with shapely hips and a rather large ass-though she wasn’t fond of people commenting on such. The paralegal tended to be rather sarcastic and, according to many men she’d met since college, ‘bitchy’ on account of losing her figure. She wasn’t sure what to do with her life at the moment, much like Nadia. Nadia had just graduated with a shining degree in sociology, and unlike Kathleen, had maintained her figure thanks to a regimen of dieting, positivity, and ‘nightly encounters’. Consequently, she was undeniably the hotter one of the group, keeping her eye shadow and ruby lipstick on almost 24/7. She knew that the makeup accentuated her exotic features, and that whoever didn’t take a liking to her face would immediately be ensnared by her most prominent features: her huge breasts. Outgoing and energetic, she was the one who got the group together, convincing even Daniela. Unlike her other new friends, Daniela was still in college, having planned to make the trip with her sorority sisters after their study abroad session ended. Unfortunately for her, they decided to spend an extra week in the city first, planning to humor her and show up at their last destination. So far they were no-shows, which is why the shy girl was so glad to find some new friends. Even if they tended to tease her for hiding her curves beneath an unflattering hoodie. Tonight the three girls found themselves in a small bar in rural Spain, wondering what they should do with the rest of their night. “I mean, I’m not, like, saying that we shouldn’t go back to the hostel…” Nadia began, twirling a finger through her hair. “But we definitely shouldn’t go back there. “ Kathleen chuckled, nodding sagely. “Glad to hear that I’m not the only one who was a little creeped out by those guys. Not that I mind flattery, but nobody likes to hear that they have ‘nice skin’.” “Yeah, serial killers much? Didn’t make things better when they said that you had a nice ass, I have nice tits, and Daniela needed to show off her curves.” Nadia pointed to each of them in turn as she spoke before rolling her eye, taking a generous sip of her drink. “Sucks that they had to be staying at the same hostel as us.” Daniela smiled softly as she looked to the women, cradling her cup of tea with both hands. “I mean… I agree with both of you.” She said, a small blush trailing across her cheeks as they looked to her. She still hadn’t gotten used to older women valuing her opinion. “Right.” Kathleen said with a nod. “So we’re in agreement that we’ll just be on the streets for tonight. Until we come up with a better plan.” “Or a better invitation.” A male voice spoke up from behind them, and the girls looked to find a young man smiling in their direction. “And you are?” Kathleen asked, eyes narrowing. “Cisco. My name is Cisco.” He patted his chest with a smile. “I happen to be a farmer around these parts, and I can assure you that I am far too busy to be a serial killer. Plus my mother would probably protest.” “You live with your mother?” “It’s a family farm.” Cisco shrugged. “I realize that you Americans might not always think that living at home is a good decision, but out here it is the only decision. Plus, if it helps, you’ll only need to work for us in the morning; no other pay is necessary.” “And in return, we get…” Nadia arched an eyebrow, grinning nonetheless. She was already sold; she just needed the others to agree. “Full lodgings, heated rooms, and a home cooked meal from my mother. And say what you will about her personal manners, she is an excellent chef.” Cisco spread his arms wide, beaming innocently. “So, what do you say? I would love to have the extra help tomorrow morning.” “And that’s what you get out of this.” Kathleen said with a smirk. “A little easy labor, and all you have to do is recruit us? Sounds like a good deal.” “The best.” Cisco nodded. “So, what do you say?” Of course, they replied with a resounding ‘yes’. The farm was nice and rustic, with a complete three-course dinner seasoned with local spices that ensured they tasted exotic. After a good night’s rest, the three of them woke to find themselves a good deal more rested… Albeit a little strange. “Not that I’m complaining about the most comfy bed yet, but… Is anyone else feeling a little off? Maybe I’m not used to luxury anymore…” Nadia chuckled, massaging her breasts. “But for some odd reason, I could swear my breasts are heavier.” “Yeah, my ass feels big too.” Kathleen grinned back. “Maybe we had too much to eat?” She struggled to fit her slacks up her thighs, making a mental note to shave her legs at their next stop. She could have sworn that she’d had them clean-shaven just yesterday, but today they were covered in thin brown hairs. It looked like Nadia was a little hairier too, and Daniela… Well, she’d had the most to eat of all of them, so it made sense that she looked the fullest. Kathleen nodded to her with a small smile, chuckling. “Feeling okay?” “A little bloated… But, you know… I did enjoy that a lot more than you guys. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a home-cooked meal.” The shy girl smiled, slipping a hoodie over her body and zipping it tightly. Before they could carry on their conversation, Cisco called to them from downstairs. “Hello! Are you ladies ready to start a day off right, doing my work for me?” Daniela snorted with laughter at that, looking to her two friends. “Well, at least he’s honest.” They headed downstairs to find Cisco holding a paper in both hands, looking from it to them. “So, for today my mother would like Kathleen to clean the horse stables, Nadia to milk the cows, and Daniela to feed the pigs. It shouldn’t be too hard, I’d imagine. Call me if you need help, I’ll be here.” Daniela looked a little unsure as to splitting up, but Kathleen allayed those concerns with a casual smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll do our jobs, then meet up here. It’ll be fun.” The paralegal repeated those words to herself sarcastically as she walked towards the stables, a hand in each of her coat pockets. Even though she’d said them well, she still wasn’t the biggest fan of physical labor. But at least it would just be using a broom, not having to get near anything too filthy. She hoped. The brunette headed into the stables with this hope in mind, and was pleasantly surprised to see that the farm only had a single stallion. He looked to be of good size… She assumed. She didn’t really know horses, but he had to be healthy if he was this farm’s only one. With a hum, she set to work, doing her best not to focus on how the horse seemed to be following her with its eyes. The girl grabbed a broom from by the door, using it to push out the straw that had cluttered around the floor, as well as some scraps of rags that looked like they could have once been clothing. The thought of clothing led the girl to reflect on how uncomfortable she felt in her pants, and clothes in general. It wasn’t just like they were tight; they just felt… Wrong. It was like all of them were backwards, or inside-out. They didn’t hurt to wear, or even feel that uncomfortable. But something in her, something instinctive, protested the fact that she was wearing them nonetheless. “Well, I suppose it could be worse. At least the food was good.” Kathleen chuckled, bringing her elbow back to push another load of straw into a pile. A solid impact at her elbow made her freeze in place, and the sound of clattering iron elicited an oath that would make a sailor blush. “Great, just what I needed.” The brunette scowled as she looked behind herself, seeing a pile of fallen horseshoes. “But at least nothing’s broken.” The girl squatted down to pick them up, only for the sound of tearing cloth to fill the air-and for her pants to suddenly loosen on her legs. She blushed madly and looked behind herself, patting at her pants to confirm if the impossible had really happened. Sure enough, there was a large hole right between the plump cheeks of her ass. “So much for notheiiing being broken. Then again, it goes give mhneee a vuheeeighw.” A half-whinnied voice spoke up from behind Kathleen, and she turned in shock to find the stallion staring at her with something that she’d almost call mirth. “Nope.” The paralegal said, shaking her head. “I’m not buying it. No way, no how. Come on out, whoever’s doing the Mr. Ed impression; because I refuse to believe that there’s a magical talking horse.” “Phhbbt. Really, now?” The horse chuffed as it spoke, and this time Kathleen could see his lips move, tongue work to create that approximation of English. She wanted to believe it was a trick, but the anxiety that had begun with the tearing of her pants was now threating to overwhelm her. “Nuhuhuh… MNuhEEIGH way!” Kathleen’s head jerked forward as a loud whinny erupted from her lips mid-sentence, and she found her panic increasing only tenfold. “Wuhheigh. I’m Derek, by the wgnay. One of the guhuhhuys from your hostel. Wuheee went to this farm on an offer for a fuhreeigh meal, but it ended up with… Well, you suheiigh.” The horse flicked an ear, rolling its eyes in a manner that was far too human for Kathleen’s liking. The he nodded his head appreciatively towards her ass. “Bugghnyy the way, your ass looked great before as a human. But hgnny can’t wait to see what it looks lgnyyyke as a horse butt.” Kathleen whimpered at his words, unable to believe what he was saying. But the gurgling in her belly was only getting stronger; the funny feeling in her body getting that much worse. She groaned as she felt her frame begin to expand, torso thickening and ass swelling further, widening the hole in her pants further. It was like all of her worst fears of her body made real, her nightmares of growing out of her clothing coming to life. “NUHEEEGIH! Don’t LUHEEEIGH-look!” She whinnied frantically, trying to cover herself as her clothes got even tighter on her, threatening to split at the seams. “Why not? You’re suhuhsexy.” Derek nickered after he spoke, watching with even more interest as Kathleen’s hands twisted into hooves; her feet exploding from her shoes seconds later. Kathleen hyperventilated in response, animalistic grunts and nickers slipping into her every word. She pawed at her clothes feebly with her hooves, whimpering loudly as just how numb they were. “Not a horse! NuhuhuhEIGHot a horse!” Despite her fears, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement at the prospect of shedding her uncomfortable clothes. They were tight and restrictive, after all… She shook her head, whimpering a little louder as she realized that the motion caused her ears to actually sway, a motion that she felt much more than she’d have preferred. Desperately, the girl tried to keep her mind off of the changes, even though her neck was itching madly with what could only be a mane. There was another itching that had spread its way along her body, one that she was sure was the growth of fur and a thick hide, but Kathleen didn’t want to reflect for too long on that. Even if they meant that she wouldn’t be naked if she lost all of her clothes, which had to be worth something… The girl grunted as her face began to extend from the rest of her head, nose and mouth stretching out into a broad muzzle. Her nostrils flared as her head got larger and larger, and her teeth felt thick and ungainly in her mouth. It was a terrifying transformation that was soon eclipsed by the lengthening of her neck, her growing spine curving and forcing her head to angle back. This discomfort, coupled with the growing bulk on her body, was enough to force her to fall onto her hooves, a descent that made her neck’s new angle make much more sense. Even though her back was parallel with the ground, it was still somehow natural for her to look ahead. She chuffed instinctively at the thought, wiggling her hind quarters as they grew larger and larger still, thick with both muscle and fat. Slowly but surely, she began to think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get rid of her clothes; to look just like a horse. After all, didn’t she seem more out of place in these half-torn rags? Before the girl fully understood what she was doing, she flexed her shoulders hard, using the motion to tear her coat, shirt, and bra along her back. As though it had been waiting for this, the transformation practically tripled in pace, bulking her up further and further so that the tear she’d caused propagated fully through her clothing, almost exploding it from her body with the loud sound of ripping cloth. It was liberating, especially since horses weren’t supposed to wear clothes. She’d never thought before just how uncomfortable clothes were to wear, but upon reflection, they were just so tight and restrictive. It was far better to be rid of them, and it looked like she wasn’t the only one in the room to feel that way. “Sughnneee? Sexuheeeigh.” Derek snorted, pushing against the unlocked door to his stall and walking towards Kathleen. “Damn, that ass phbrbrbt is thick!” He tossed his head with another nicker, staring at her ass shamelessly. Kathleen shook it at the compliment, grunting as a tail slipped from her spine, long hairs decorating its length. Loathe though she was to admit it, he had a point. Her ass was huge, and he did seem to appreciate it… And now that she didn’t have any clothes, it was that much easier for him to see. Come to think of it, since he didn’t have clothes either, it was pretty easy for her to see him too… And what a sight it was! His cock was already erect, thick and throbbing with the rounded head of an equine. “Mggneigh? Looks like huhuhgnyou like it…” She egged him on, glad that he still seemed to appreciate her ass even as a horse. “HNEEIGHll yes!” He whinnied loudly with excitement, licking his thick horse lips. “God, I just want to show you hgnow much hyy want it! Hgnyy’ll fuck you until ygneeuhuhuh-you can’t walk tomorrow, even with four luhuhegs!” Kathleen was a poet inside, so she knew that his words weren’t entirely something to be appreciated. Then again, they were certainly getting her wetter than she’d been in her life, and she was curious what it would feel like to have the thickest cock of her life inside of her. And if she was a complete horse too… The mare turned towards the stallion, presenting her dark, dripping horse cunt. “Wuhuhut’re you wgneeighting for, then?” It actually took Derek a second to process that, his jaw hanging slack for a matter of moments. Then he practically galloped towards her, leaping atop her back and driving his cock deep within her. It was utterly animalistic, without any sense of human foreplay, and Kathleen loved it. “UGNHEEEEEIGH!” The mare screamed with insensate bliss, physically quivering from how good it felt to have a cock this thick within herself. She hadn’t realized just how good it was to have a larger body to accommodate his thick length, one that was able to take his every thrust with passionate, unbridled pleasure. Instinctively, she began to rock back and forth against Derek, feeling his hefty equine balls swatting her ass, his thick cock sliding in and out of her. There was so much for her to enjoy; so much for her to savor! She whinnied again, spittle flying from her muzzle as she began to enjoy insensate pleasure, a new world of sensation becoming hers to enjoy. Idly, she wondered if the others were enjoying this as much as she was… Nadia wiped at her brow, doing her best to ignore the whinnying of the horses in the stable. It sounded like they were acting up, which meant Kathleen would be cleaning for a while longer. “Maybe this isn’t the worst job…” She fanned at herself as she spoke, feeling a little hot. The girl undid two of the buttons on her shirt as she moved onto the next cow, one whose moos were beginning to sound distinctly like moans of pleasure, almost human in nature. “Like, I didn’t even know that cows could sound like that.” She chuckled, undoing another button on her shirt as the damnable heat only grew. “And I doodn’t know they made chick with such fat udders.” Came a low bellow dead ahead of her. It was almost an exact mirror of what one of the guys at the hostel, Rob, had said to her; save for the fact that it now referred to udders rather than Nadia’s large bosom. Nadia, always one to jump to conclusions, realized then and there that the only logical explanation for a talking cow was that it was once a person, perhaps even one of the men from the hostel, no less. It was a thought that was startling enough to panic her, and she knocked over the milk bucket as she backpedaled from the cow she’d been milking. “UGNOO? MOOO! WUHOOOODDUHELL!” A torrent of moos spilled from her mouth as she stared at the bull with wide, terrified eyes. “Oooh, yeah. We oooosed to be people.” The cow she’d been milking said in a gentle British accent, tilting her thick head. “Looocky you get to be one of us.” If she was hoping to calm Nadia, the cow would be sorely disappointed. The girl panted hard, mooing loudly as she tried to increase her pace, backpedaling as quickly from the cows as possible. Unfortunately, her body chose this time to make several changes known to her, the first of which being a distinct increase in body mass. It started in her belly and breasts first, eliciting a low groan and a huff from the girl, the air pushing from her lungs as her chest expanded. “NOOOO!” She bellowed, eyes widening even as they began to darken to a deep bovine brown. “I’MOOO nOOOt a cow!” “Well, nOOOt yet.” Rob looked to her with the bovine equivalent of a smirk as she panicked. “But sOOOn enough…” Nadia whimpered loudly, stumbling away from the nightmare. One of the other cows got behind her, keeping her from getting too far from them. “Hey, I reckon becoMOOOng a cow is the best thing that cOOOld ever happen. YOOO’ll love the treatment, espOOOcially the milking!” Drawled the cow with a southern accent, twitching her ears. Nadia didn’t know how to respond to that; wasn’t sure how to even comprehend it. How could being a cow be any better than being a human? Surely there had to be something wrong with these bovine’s brains! She whimpered and grunted as her breasts swelled a little more, beginning to slosh as they filled with what could only be milk. Apparently a cow’s hearing was sensitive enough to hear that, because the southern cow spoke again, mirth filling her moo-laden words. “YOOO’ll see sOOOn enough.” “UHMOOO!” Nadia bellowed, shaking her head desperately, even as her ears lengthened, flopping over with their increased size and weight. She didn’t want to even think it was possible to enjoy a milking, but her breasts were so full… Soon she actually had to fight the urge to bring her hands to her breasts and milk herself, something the girl had never thought possible. It was an urge only made worse as her breasts expanded further, swelling to the point that her poor top could no longer contain them. With the loud snapping of buttons, the shirt gave way, exposing her fat, jiggling breasts to the cool morning air. Or rather, her breast. Both of her mammaries had merged together to create a single, large tit; one whose nipples were growing, soon joined by two more. Nadia screamed as she looked to her fat udder, falling back onto her rump and grabbing at it with both hands. To her horror and shameful delight alike, a surge of pleasure rushed through her, and the girl clutched at her developing udder harder. It was so full, so achingly large… Subconsciously, her hands cupped at her long nipples, pinching just a thin trail of milk from each of them. Before she could succumb any further; her fingers began to ache, stiffening as flesh solidified into hard enamel. Unfortunately, she’d already given too much of herself to her inner cow. The quick teasing of her nipples alone had left her wanting more; needing more. She grunted loudly and let out a deep low, rocking back as she pawed at her udder with need. Her arms and legs changed as she moved, eyelids fluttering as her joints creaked and popped, limbs getting longer and longer. Her spine extended into a short tail with a tufted tip, causing her to lean a little forward. And, most notable of all, her face began to grow, bones grinding against one another as her very skull changed from something human to something utterly animal. Her nostrils expanded on her face as she breathed in deeply through them, drinking deep of the nearby bull’s musk. It was a far cry from the tacky cologne he’d worn last night, instead acting as a potent aphrodisiac to the already addled brunette. Without fully realizing it, she rolled onto her hooves, a small moo slipping past her lips as they thickened. Her long ears twitched and her tail swayed, listing to one side as if to expose her sex to her nearby suitor. “YOOO know… I can’t help with the mOOOlking… But I can help yOOO with another of yOOOr urges.” Rob grunted, striding towards Nadia purposefully. He was so large, so forceful! She breathed in heavily, feeling her body change faster and faster from his very presence alone. Her hips loudly snapped as they outright tripled in size, splitting her jeans at the waist and baring her to the bull. By now, Nadia wasn’t sure what she wanted, knowing that she used to hate the prospect of being milked; but still desiring the feel of warm hands on her udders. She realized that just a few minutes ago, she didn’t want to join the herd; even though now she wanted nothing more than to live a life on the grass. Yet though she didn’t fully know what she wanted, Nadia knew what she needed. She turned her fattening ass towards Rob, looking back to him with wide eyes as her forming snout grew a little larger. “Fuck mmMOOO!” He eagerly obeyed, the desire he’d felt for her as a human now all the greater that she was a cow. The bull lifted his weight onto his hind hooves, falling heavily onto Nadia’s back and making her moan as his weight pressed onto her back. Hot fur shot out from her pores as her eyes widened, and she bellowed with bliss as the bull drove his cock deep into her, spearing her delicate flower with his thick meat. She’d never had her pussy this full in her life, and she reveled in the new carnal sensations of having an animal cock stuffed within her, stretching her wanting canal. Nadia moaned and mooed in turn, giving into the beast that she was becoming and spreading her changes all the faster for it. Her body bulked up, face stretched, bones broadened. Funnily enough, her makeup remained on her larger cow’s head, albeit spread thin by the growth of her head. She parted her lipstick-highlit lips with a loud bellow, savoring how its echo resounded around the plains. This was by far the most incredible fucking she’d had in her life! She could only hope that Kathleen and Daniela were sharing the same passion! Daniela crinkled her nose as she looked to the pile of rutting pigs, the group of them seeming to do nothing save wallow, fuck, and eat. This wasn’t close to her ideal job, but from the sounds of it, her friends were having to put up with much the same with the horses and the cows. “Well, the sooner I get this over with…” She muttered, hefting the large barrel of slop. She took what was meant to be a ginger step into the pigpen, but her added weight threw her off balance. She used too little force when setting down her foot, and so she slipped; falling into the mud with a loud splash and a squeal of distress. “Ew, it’s all over me!” She whimpered loudly, though she was at least grateful that more of the slop had ended in the trough than in the mud. Not that the pigs seemed to mind, some of them were already slurping up the food from the ground like the dirty animals they were. One in particular seemed to take an interest in her, turning his head towards her. Judging from his tusks, he was a boar. And judging from the way he looked at her, he was almost intelligent. “H-hey there, big grrnt-uy…” A snort slipped into Daniela’s words, though she didn’t notice. Instead, she was concerned for what was interesting the pig so much, hoping that it wouldn’t be anything too dirty. “Hey. I-orrnt hope that you won’t be such a stick in thrrrnt mud anymore.” He said, tossing his ears in a fashion that uncannily reminded her of one of the creeps from the hostel. “Matt?” She asked, eyes widening in shock. She felt a little silly for asking, but with his words and actions; how could she not? Her heart began to race in her chest as she realized that something was very amiss, and her tension was only heightened as the pig impossibly spoke once again. “Rrrnnright in one.” He nodded. It was too much for Daniela to bear, and she screamed in fear. “UHREEEEEE!” Both of her filthy hands shot to her mouth as she realized that the sound was more of a pig’s squeal, and she squealed again as her body started to grow. It was like some invisible hose was pumping her full of fat, a gain in weight plain across her body that she could feel more and more of with every passing second. Desperately, the girl pawed at her tightening clothes, but in just a matter of seconds even her hoodie was too tight on her to comfortably move. “REEEE! NoREEE! Rrrnt-rrrnt-RRRNT!” As her squeals devolved into snorts, her nose upturned on her face, developing into a pig snout one snort at a time. She could feel her perfect teeth changing as well, growing tusks forcing the others aside into a less uniform condition. “I don’t wrrrntnna be fat and rrrntpiggEEE!” Daniela sobbed, getting even bulkier, having to fall onto her side as her limbs shortened. The nails on her fingers and toes thickened, flowing over her digits and binding them together into a set of dark trotters. Small rips and tears began to fill the air as she floundered helplessly, sobbing with distress at how ugly she was getting. It actually seemed to unnerve the other pigs, namely Matt. “Rrrnt-hey! Hey!” He stammered, looking at her with wide eyes. “Yurrrnt-you look really good!” If pigs could smile reassuringly, he was surely doing so; his best effort to calm the girl plain to see. It was almost enough to calm her down… Almost. She twitched her nose and snuffled loudly, hoping that he wasn’t just saying that for flattery’ sake. “Rrrnt-EEElly?” “Oh, yeah!” One of the other sows said encouragingly. “Orrnt! You look better and better thREEE closer you get to being a rrrnt-pig!” “Yuuurnt!” A third chimed in, nodding eagerly. Daniela snorted with laughter at the sight of a pig nodding like a person, farting loudly as she did so. For a moment, she froze; worrying that they’d judge her for such a blatant breach of etiquette. Much to her relief, the lot of them seemed to find her flatulence amusing, most of them snorting and a few of them echoing the sound with gas of their own. The brief moment of calm she felt soon vanished; however, as her lengthening ears were greeted by the sound of tearing clothing. Daniela had completely missed the rips that had signified the beginning of the end for her clothing, not noticing them until it was too late. Now, her clothing was little more than rags on her body, the cloth little match for her body’s expansion. She fully realized that this was even more alarming, given that her clothing was loose-fitting to begin with. “Nooo! I’m sooornnt faaat!” She whined loudly, pawing at the scraps of cloth in desperation, trying to keep them on somehow. She realized that all of the pigs were staring at her, and in desperation, the girl dropped into the mud, the front of her body submerged in the filth. “Drroink-don’t look at meeee!” She squealed, tears dewing at her eyes as her hips and shoulders popped, forcing her into a four-legged stance. At least the mud felt nice on her skin, she thought, completely missing that her smooth flesh was becoming more and more akin to a pig’s hide with every passing second. “Whurrnt-rrnt-why not?” Matt replied, tilting his head. “You look good trrnt me.” He snorted again, as though he had no idea why Daniela would ever feel distressed about being naked in front of a sty full of pigs. And, much to her surprise, she didn’t have an answer for the question. The girl wallowed a little more in the mud, using it to ease her nerves while she searched for an answer. She knew that it should have bothered her, something about modesty or other… But it felt so good to be covered in mud like this! She listed slightly to the left; then to the right. Then something within her simply clicked, and she began to roll around within the mud, covering herself in it with loud squeals of pleasure. How could she not have seen that mud was so much fun? All of her life trying to remain clean now felt wasted! The other pigs snorted at her actions with amusement, but Daniela didn’t care. Instead, she continued to roll around in the muck, only slowing her motions as some delectable scent met her piggy nostrils. Her snout twitched as she shook her head, flinging mud to the left and right in the process. It was… The slop? Slowly, Daniela padded towards it, inhibitions melting away as she took a tentative bite. It was good! Her tail waggled as she ate another bite, then another. All the while, the girl completely failed to notice that there was some mud within the slop, let alone the fact that it consisted of gunk she’d once be hard pressed to call edible. “Srreee? It’s norrnt all bad.” Matt snorted, padding towards Daniela, snout twitching. He took a bite of the slop himself, motioning with his head towards the other pigs, who’d begun to rut with one another rather than watch the two of them eat. Daniela had never been one for promiscuity, but she certainly envied the way the other sows squealed as they were mounted, then penetrated by boars. Her pussy ached, and she began to feel a damp warmth by her backside. “Fuck mrrreee.” She said lowly, under her breath at first. Her piggish ears twitched as the word left her mouth; then she turned to the boar to her right. “Now.” It was oddly thrilling to be so direct, putting her hopes on the chance that he’d say yes. Luckily, he seemed to have just as much restraint as she did. The last word was barely out of her muzzle before he clambered atop her back, snorting loudly as he thrust deeply into her, piggish prick finding its mark with ease. Daniela’s mouth opened in an attempt to give voice to how incredible she felt, but only a loud, echoing squeal passed her lips. “RRREEEE!” She farted as she squealed, too far gone to feel even an iota of shame. In fact, if she felt anything regarding her new porcine form, it would have to be a delighted surprise. She’d never realized before just how good it could be to let loose all of her inhibitions, and how free it was to be fat, dirty, and smelly. Now that she was living it, it was an experience more pleasurable than any she’d had in her life. The sow rhythmically grunted beneath her boar as he plowed her hard, her fat body jiggling with every motion. She absently buried her face in the muddy slop again, taking another mouthful and chowing down with delight. There was nothing to stop her from trying to feel as much pleasure as possible; nothing to keep her from succumbing to temptation. Matt’s cock hit a particularly sensitive spot within her, and the girl let out a loud squeal of joyous surprise. Hearing this, he thrust there again, and again, and again. Slowly, Daniela began to even lose focus of herself, her every nerve afire with pleasure. She rocked harder and harder against her mate, eking every iota of sinful bliss she could from this. She clenched her folds around his cock; drove back against him so his balls thumped against her fat ass; squealed her passion to the heavens. It only took a matter of minutes to reach her limit, and she squealed loud and hard, eyes widening as she felt the onrush of orgasm. The sow’s mouth hung open as she panted raggedly, her pussy coursing arcs of pleasure through her world, driving all thought from her mind. And, much to her delight, it didn’t seem to have an end in sight, not even when Matt grunted from behind her, shooting his load deep into her piggy womb. It was the first pig orgasm of her life, and the girl soon learned just how long porcine pleasure could last. It was nearly half an hour before she regained her senses, finding herself a drooling, cross-eyed mess of a pig. Spent, Daniela collapsed in the mud, knowing nothing else she could do; nothing else to do. She snorted loudly, wallowing in the warm mud and loving the warm feeling of her boar on her back. There she remained, until Cisco rounded her up along with the other animals. “Hello, ladies.” The farmer greeted the three animals with a smile, waving to them. “Now that you’ve had a few hours and a few ruttings, I formally welcome you to the farm. I trust that you’ll enjoy your stay, especially seeing as how the three who’ve recommended you for this life are enjoying theirs.” Derek, Rob, and Matt had the decency to look slightly ashamed, though it was clear that they enjoyed the carnal fucking too much to truly complain. “ActOOally, it’s not bad.” Nadia twitched a bovine ear, her udder swaying beneath her. She coughed some cud into her mouth to chew absently, swishing her tail with content. Kathleen bobbed her head in agreement, cunt still warm from the torrent of horse cum she’d been filled with. She didn’t say another word, choosing instead to rub her snout against Derek’s. “Wree do make pretty grrrood livestock.” Grunted Daniela happily, eager for the impromptu meeting to be over so she could have another spin in the mud. Sensing her impatience, Cisco smiled. “Of course, I would be remiss if I didn’t extend the same invitation to you that I did to your new suitors. So… Tell me, do you have any suggestions for our next ‘volunteers’? Nadia and Kathleen remained silent at that, not knowing anyone other than the locals. Daniela; however, twitched a porcine ear in amusement. “Rrrnt-actually…” The pig began, thinking of her friends. “I know a grrrrnnt-group of girls who’d love to help…”