The second version of chapter 2:

Part 1 - Life with Sarah

That first night was crazy! Sarah and I got to our place with the help of her three friends that were also at the reunion; Christy, Barb, and Kate. Barb and Kate had survived the night unscathed, but Christy, because of her mouthy attitude toward Peg, was a victim of a slight metamorphosis also. Christy now had four breasts! They were still the same size as her original breasts, it's just that now she had four of them. Since Sarah couldn't wear her bra anymore (after all, she no longer had human breasts), Christy took the bra that Sarah left on the floor and put it on her two new appendages. The shoulder straps were useless to Christy since her two new boobs were lower down on her body, and the straps couldn't reach her shoulders, so she let them hang.

Sarah was extremely uncomfortable, she could barely walk, in fact, she could hardly stand upright because of the weight protruding from her abdomen! It was truly a cow's udder, but I would swear that I never saw an udder as big as this one on any cow, not even the cows at the state fair which are given prizes for having huge udders couldn't compete, this was massive! Sometimes two of us would try to hold up the udder so that Sarah could move around the house in a semi upright position, This was a tough one to get use to since none of her friends wanted to touch the big fleshy mound, and when we would manage to hoist it upright so that Sarah could stand up, the sight of the four huge teats would make Barb feel nauseous. When we weren't supporting the udder, Sarah was forced to remain bent over while standing, which meant that the udder would hang squarely between her legs and down to her knees, which was bad enough, but she needed help to walk around the house, so we gave her a desk chair with wheels that she could use for support and roll around the house with. The roll-around chair was a big help, but moving her legs to walk was another problem, because the udder was so huge, and it was so unyieldingly jammed in between her legs, she had a problem walking without the sides of the udder pushing out against the inside of her thighs. She would wince every time she would try to move a leg forward. I asked her about it once "Wow Sarah, that looks painful. Does it hurt to try to walk?"

"No, it doesn't hurt" Sarah replied, then she looked down at her changed body "It feels really weird. It sometimes feels like I still have human breasts, and if I close my eyes, I can imagine my breasts still up on my chest, but then I move one of my legs, and it doesn't feel right. My brain is confused - my mind still believes I have normal breasts, but then my brain wonders why my legs are rubbing against them?"

This really blew my mind. I was sitting on the couch looking at her, and we were alone that night. She stood there, bent over and leaning on a chair, wearing only a t-shirt, her lower body was completely nude. I asked her if it actually felt any different than having human breasts? She replied "It's awfully close, it's the strangest sensation." I was surprised at her calm demeanor when she spoke, it was like suddenly having a big udder hanging under her was no big deal any more. She continued "As I said before, when I close my eyes and rub my hand over the udder, it feels just like I'm touching my breast, you know, like back when I had human breasts, except that my arm is reaching down too far, which blows the imagery off" Then Sarah looked up at me "I want try something. I'll close my eyes and I want you to rub the right side of my udder. I want to see how it feels."

I knew what she wanted. She wanted to see if it felt the same to have me fondle her as it did before her transformation. I approached her, and my heart started beating faster, I then realized that this could be our first moment together - since she's had this new body! Thank goodness we were alone, if any of Sarah's friends were here it would have ruined the moment. My right hand started to shake as I reached out to touch the right side of her big fleshy, yet firm, udder. I placed my fingers on her udder first, and lightly caressed. Sarah gave out a soft moan. I then placed the palm of my hand on her and continued to rub lightly, Sarah purred "Yes, that's how I remember it feeling... yes... yes". I moved my hand slowly over the upper right section of Sarah's massive mammary, coming to a rest over one of the big arteries running down the side of the udder, I could feel the artery throb with every beat of her heart, which made my heart skip a beat because then I realized that this udder was truly a part of her, and it wasn't like it was dead tissue, but a living part of her!

Sarah spoke softly again "Please, move your hand across it, across to the left breast."

I thought to myself "Left breast? Maybe she really is imagining herself to still have human breasts." I caressed and lightly squeezed some more. Then I slowly moved my hand from the side to the top, which was a lot of area to cover, since this udder was a lot bigger than when she had her human breasts. Without thinking, I muttered "Wow, this is so big!"

"Mmmm", Sarah moaned. Her eyes were still closed "Yes, thank you... thank you..." She was beginning to swoon. I started to move my hand across the top of the udder, there was a slight dip, like a center trench on top, that I reached, clearly the mid point between the right and left sides. My hand dipped across the center trench and then back up across the top of the left side, I could hear her heart pounding at this point, then she jerked a little "Whoa, that felt weird!"

"What, what felt weird?" I asked

Sarah opened her eyes "In my mind I could see you caressing my breasts, as though they were two human breasts, but when you went from the right side to the left side, there wasn't any separation between my breasts, it was like they were one!"

Now this may sound strange, but I was starting to really get into this, and got turned on. It wasn't exactly like she had a cow's udder, since she still looked human, and the udder looked like human breasts, except that it was like four really big human breasts fused into one, with four gigantic nipples extending down from underneath. Her body was still so young and firm, including her new udder. I couldn't help myself anymore, I got down below her, and laid down on my back between her legs. Her distending single boob was staring me in the face, I couldn't believe it, I gazed at her thick six-inch nipples as it really started to sink in - she no longer had just two nipples to fondle - but four of them! I put both of my hands on the topside of her udder, then I started to move my hands down to the underside, it was very warm to the touch. I massaged this big firm sack as I continued down, then I came to the first two nipples, I gently clasped my hands around them and rubbed them up and down. My God, these nipples are huge, my hands started to shake again. It felt like she was getting a cow version of nipple erections! I tried to slow my respiration down, otherwise I might pass out. They almost looked like human nipples, but smoother and pinker. Sarah was swooning and moaning again. I took my right hand and moved it down to her lower right-hand nipple, it was just as big as the others, I began to caress it, Sarah let out with another exclamation "Ooh, that felt weird too, this sensation of having extra nipples, oh my God!" I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was fondling human breasts again, but the huge nipples and the fact that the breasts were encased in one big sack made it difficult.

Then Sarah did something that made me almost lose my mind. She started by moving her legs apart to try to make more room for her udder. It looked like a difficult task, but after shifting herself around a few times, she managed to get her legs far enough apart so that the sides of her udder weren't rubbing against her inner thighs. Then she said "I remember how, when we made love, and I was on top, you use to like to see my breasts shaking over you."

"Oh yes, I loved that." I replied. Then it started to dawn on me what she was about to do, and I thought to myself "Oh my God!"

Sarah said coyly "Well, let's see how my breasts shake now." Then she started to move forward and backward, slowly at first, then a little faster. I laid there under her and watched. Her titanic tit, bulging beyond belief above me, began to rock back and forth. This single breast would never be able to shake very quickly because of its mass, but it swayed slowly like a pendulum, and when Sarah would pause her body from moving momentarily, her udder would continue to sway. Sarah, still supporting herself on a chair, looked down at me and asked seductively "Well, how do you like it now?" All I could do was moan. Sarah knew that she was getting the best of me. It was like watching the world move. She kept slowly rocking her udder, and kept whispering "Mmm, do you like it? Please tell me how you like it."

"I absolutely love it!" I exclaimed. Sarah was feeling the moment herself, because she then started to crouch down at the knees. Her heavy udder touched my chest, and she continued to lower her body, with the weight of the udder increasing on my body! I laid there, the rock hard bulge in my pants throbbing more with every pound of tit flesh that pressed down on me. Soon she was sitting with her crotch on my manhood, and her massive udder was resting on my stomach and chest! The weight was crushing and making it almost difficult for me to breathe, and all I could see were four huge teats staring at me in the face. My mind was reeling, and I thought about how no other man has experienced what I was about to experience. I wrapped my arms around her hot and firm mammary and began to rub the sides of it. Sarah bent her head back and swooned some more, then she reached over to the table lamp with one hand and turned off the light. This was it, I could barely compose myself, and I knew that I was in for the most sensational and erotic night of my life!

Part 2 - "Far from the madding crowd"

It wasn't long before Sarah had accepted her new form, in fact, there were many times when she seemed to have fun with her body. Yet the two of us knew that spending her life like this would be extremely inconvenient. We didn't want anybody to find out about it, which meant that she was going to be limited to activities that kept her away from the rest of society. So I bought a small house on the outskirts of town, it was slightly isolated, with about two acres of yard in the back, and woods encompassing the property. Christy helped me move all our belongings to the new house, and we had to transport Sarah in the middle of the night to make sure nobody saw her. Christy was dealing with her own transformed body too, but of course, she wasn't as exotically transformed as Sarah. Christy didn't have any problem hiding her four breasts, since they weren't that big and could be easily hidden under a baggy shirt. In time Christy would find that there was an advantage to having four breasts when it came to dating, but that's another story. After several days of helping us get settled in, Christy looked for an apartment in town. She would come out to visit us once in a while and help Sarah with various tasks, so she was always welcomed in our home.

As the days went by, I bought a new sturdier chair for Sarah to use while rolling around the house, and since the chair on wheels wouldn't work for her when she wanted to go outside, I also bought her two canes for support. With the canes she could take short walks in the yard and do some gardening.. I also bought some large, long, and baggy skirts for her to wear. This was another concept that she had to get used to - in the past when she fastened a skirt around her waist, the waistband was below her breasts, but now when she puts a skirt on, her breasts (or rather "Single Breast") is below the waistband! When she put on a shirt, she didn't have any breasts on her chest to contend with either, she had to get use to it - everything was below the waist now. Actually, the top of her udder protruded out from where her belly button would have normally been (she doesn't have a belly button anymore).

Sarah and I settled into our little home life in the country. I was truly in love with her, and I wanted to build a life with her. Her fascinating physique was starting to turn me on every time I looked at her, and as bizarre as it seems, I really wanted to explore all possibilities of love-making with her. When it was time for bed, she would purposely disrobe slowly, and look at me with those bedroom eyes. She could easily stand in a bent-over position (because the weight of her udder would keep her balanced), and use both of her hands to slowly pull down her skirt. Often she would say something coquettishly such as "Hey big boy, do you want to see something that no other guy can have?" Then with her back to me, she would rub her hands across her skirt waistband, and caress her large buttocks, then slowly unfasten the snaps in the back. She would pull down the skirt just enough to expose a little breast tissue between her legs, pull it back up, then drop it a little farther down. In this way, she would tease me to no end, and I would just get blown away by it! After another beautiful night of sexual fantasies come true, I wouldn't be able to think of anything else until sunrise.

One morning I was trying to develop some new clothes for her. She obviously couldn't wear any underpants, so I started to think about a way to deal with that. I was fairly handy with a sewing machine, and I devised a plan to build a Bra/Underpants combo, and of course, the bra would have only one cup, one extremely large cup! I started by taking a pair of women's underpants and removed the front section, and then I used some heavy white cloth material and sewed together a large cup section, which I attached to the front of the underpants. I then removed the back-straps from a regular bra and sewed them to the top part of the cup. To wear the new garment, Sarah would step into the underpants, and as she pulled it up her legs she would fit the giant cup over her udder and continue to pull it up, then once she had the top of the cup section pulled up to her stomach, she would take the straps and stretch them around her waist and fasten them in the back. It didn't help with the weight too much, but it kept the udder from shaking and wobbling when she walked.

After a while, Sarah became more interested in making her own "Designer" clothes. It took only a few short weeks for her creative flair to really take hold, and she would send Christy or me off to a fabric store to buy her various materials. I didn't mind at all that Christy and I had to do all the shopping, since it was virtually impossible for her to go out in public, and I was very intrigued as to what creation she was going to come up with. Most of her new clothes were very "Homey", almost like a pinafore, with it being snug around her upper torso, and ballooning from her waste down. For a while, I thought of her clothes-making as mostly cute, but this would soon take a different route.

One day Christy came over with a bag of "Special" material for Sarah to work with. They wouldn't let me see the material, because they insisted it would be a surprise. I had no idea what they were up to, but it kept them both busy for two days sewing in the bedroom. Then the day came when Sarah was ready to show off her new outfit. I thought that she had made some elaborate evening gown or something of that nature, but I soon found out that I wasn't anywhere close to figuring it out. On this particular night Sarah was waiting in a spare room that we had (we hadn't decided what to do with the room yet, so it was pretty much an empty room still), Christy instructed me to wait in the living room, then she put on some music with a driving beat, as though they were doing a fashion show. With a loud announcer's voice, Christy then bellowed "Ladies and gentlemen, modeling the latest style from Paris, let's have a warm welcome for Sarah!!!" The door to the spare room opened, and first came the rolling chair, then I saw Sarah's arms, they were dressed in white with black splotches, and as she came more into view I saw the rest of her body all covered in the same pattern! My heart skipped a beat when I realized that she had made herself a spandex cow suit!

I was overwhelmed "Oh my God Sarah, it's beautiful!" I exclaimed. The cow suit covered her body up to the neck, along with her arms and her legs (including her feet), but it was opened up between her legs to let her magnificent udder hang out freely! She turned around to face away from me, and I saw that she had fastened a tail to the back, but when the tail slid to one side I noticed that the suit was also crotchless.

Christy slapped her hands together and said "I guess I should be leaving now. I'm sure you two want to be alone."

I thought to myself "How right she is." I couldn't take my eyes off of Sarah and her new outfit.

As the door closed behind Christy, Sarah looked at me and said "Well, how about it stud. Do you want to come over here and make love to your Cowgirl?" She sat down on the couch as I moved over next to her and knelt down. She laid on her side, with her udder squished between her legs. We embraced, and I could feel her cow outfit had a slight furry feel to it. How strange this seemed, and yet so erotic, and I knew that a new adventure in our lives together was just beginning!

Part 3 - Something Strange Is Happening!

For the next week Sarah would wear her cow outfit every so often. Sometimes we would be going about our daily routines, then she would disappear for fifteen minutes, and then reappear wearing the cow suit. "Is it time for bed?" I would ask her jokingly.

"No" she would reply "I just like the way this looks."

Sometimes she would try on some of her other clothes over her cow suit. I think I must have seen all the combinations: The cow suit with a dress, the cow suit with only a big skirt wrapped around her, the cow suit with the udder bra, etc...

I guess I couldn't blame her, maybe she was trying to find some normalcy while she was in her present physical condition, and yet at the same time, she really enjoyed that cow outfit. Of course, seeing her with that big fleshy udder hanging between her legs, it really seemed fitting to see her in the suit.

One night as Sarah was asleep and Christy and I were watching TV, we started talking about Sarah's condition "Have you noticed if Sarah has been gaining any weight?" Christy asked me.

"Well, yes, she has been putting on some pounds, but in an interesting way" I replied "A weird thing about Sarah's new body is that, except for her hips, she still maintains her sleek physique. During the first few months she would keep weighing herself every few days, and found that she was slowly gaining weight, but it didn't appear that her body was getting any chubbier. After a while we came to the conclusion that all the extra weight was going straight to her udder, as it became apparent that the udder was fattening out and impeding the movement of her legs a little more."

"Wow, that is weird!" Christy exclaimed.

I continued "Another thing that also worried us at first was the idea that she might need to be milked on some kind of regular basis, but fortunately this was not the case. Sarah never felt any discomfort in her udder, except of course, for the extreme weight that she had to contend with every day, and the fact that she couldn't move her legs very well either."

Christy was fascinated "I guess no other woman in the world could ever know what Sarah has to deal with. I mean, what's a woman to do, especially if she's carrying her breasts between her legs?"

I was reminded of another anecdote "Another odd thing that Sarah would do is to use her udder as a chair. She would get on her knees, which was already difficult, but once she got to her knees, she would rest her body on the udder, using it like a chair. Her four huge teats would get squashed and project out from under the mammary mound in four directions, but she didn't mind, apparently it's not that uncomfortable."

We spent a few hours discussing Sarah, and I realized that Christy really understood Sarah. I'm glad to have her around and that she's such a good friend.

The next day went by uneventfully Sarah put on her cow suit, which was becoming routine now, then about six o'clock, Christy showed up carrying a bag. "Is that it?" Sarah said. She was obviously expecting something, but like everything else these days, she was keeping it a secret from me.

"I've got it." Christy exclaimed, and then she reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of high heel shoes. They were white, and looked like they had six inch heels. Sarah was standing in her usual bent over position, and while leaning on her roll-around chair she lifted her feet one at a time to let Christy put the shoes on her. The shoes had a strap that went around the ankle, and were stubby toed. The heels were thick and were so high that when Sarah stood on them, her foot pointed straight down, with all her weight on the toes.

After both shoes were on, Sarah walked around the room to test them "I love them!" she said excitedly. Then she went back over to where Christy was still sitting on the floor, and asked "Did you get the paint?" Now this was getting interesting, I couldn't figure out what they were going to do with the paint. Christy pulled out a little can of black paint and a brush, and proceeded to paint the toes of Sarah's new shoes. When the painting was finished, Sarah walked over to me slowly and asked "What do you think, do I look like I have hooves?" Now I understand what she's trying to do, she's accessorizing her cow outfit, and it's getting me all hot and horny.

Sarah walked around the room, stopping every so often to look at her new shoes, then she would continue around the room some more. Sometimes she would stop and confer with Christy about something, and continue to walk some more. She was modeling the shoes more for herself than anyone else. I was too busy watching how her gait was a little different with these new high heeled shoes to pay attention to what they were talking about. Sarah seemed to be walking more stiff-toed with the shoes, but that's probably just what she intended to happen, I was starting to get the feeling that she was trying to make her legs look more cow-like, and as though she had real hooves, but there was still something about the high heeled shoes that was a real turn-on!

Days would pass, and Sarah would wear her new shoes off and on, depending on what activity she was involved in. During much of the day when Christy and her would be working on some project around the house, she would be in her bare feet and a big baggy skirt which hid her massive mammary, then at night she would wear her spandex cow outfit, the new shoes and one of her outfits that almost made her appear normal, except that she could never quite hide the mound of flesh wedged between her legs.

Two weeks went by since she got the shoes, and things were starting to get a little more mysterious with Sarah and Christy, and they were really getting into some projects that I wasn't privy to. When I would ask them about it, they would tell me that it was a surprise, and that it would all be revealed to me eventually. Christy would come home practically every day with some new material she picked up in town, and she would immediately take it into the spare room, which now had a padlock on it. They were taking no chances that I might find out what they were up to, which didn't bother me all that much, in fact it was rather exciting to think about what weird things they might be up to. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of some of the stuff that Christy would bring home - and immediately spirit away to the locked room. I caught glimpses of some building materials, some wood and some paint. The building materials didn't seem too odd, but some other stuff I couldn't figure out what they were intending to do with, such as parts of a mannequin! Then there were many days that I had to attend to some business out of town, and who knows what devilish things those two were up to during those periods.

One day shortly after I came home, they came out of their locked room and approached me, Christy was carrying something in her hands that was wrapped up in newspaper, and Sarah rolled out with her chair and wearing her cow outfit and high heeled shoes. As Sarah stood there leaning over and smiling, Christy spoke "Sarah and I decided that since you've been such a good sport about all of this secrecy stuff, it was time to let you see one of our projects."

"That and, well..." Sarah spoke hesitantly "...And because I'm getting tired of wheeling around this chair all the time. Together we made something that will give me a little more freedom."

Then Christy unwrapped the items and held up two objects. It appeared to be two mannequin legs! The legs were cut off below the knees, and were fitted with white knee socks that were painted with black splotches. More importantly though - the mannequin legs were wearing shoes identical to what Sarah was wearing, complete with the toes painted black!

"See These?" Christy spoke "Now watch this!" Christy then stood the two legs upright on the floor, and while holding them, Sarah slowly put her one hand down inside of one of the hollow legs and continued until the sawed-off portion of the leg was several inches above her wrist, then she did the same with her other arm.

Sarah now stood there on all fours! She was wearing the white shoes on her feet, and with the artificial arm extenders which made her arms longer, and were also were fitted with identical shoes, she was able to stand with her back perfectly horizontal. She then looked up at me and said "Now watch how I can walk with four legs!" Sarah then started to walk around as though it was completely natural, with the exception of a hip waddle which was caused by the udder jammed between her thighs. This was getting more bizarre, she was actually starting to take on the appearance of a non-human, four-legged animal, and she seemed to be enjoying it. Every so often she would look down at her udder, just to see how much it was shaking with every step. I was starting to believe she was getting some kind of erotic pleasure out of emulating a cow.

It was starting to get a little scary to leave Sarah and Christy each day because I never knew what to expect to find when I would come home. There was just no telling what these two were up to anymore. At first I was just trying to go along with it because I wanted to help Sarah's emotional stability, but now it seemed as though that wasn't so much of a worry anymore. Things had change for me too. Sarah's strangely exotic body was a little too freaky for me at first, but now I was starting to see the beauty of her unusual form, and lately I have found myself getting a little aroused by some of this accessorizing.

It was a hot summer Friday afternoon, and I found out that I was going to have to make a road trip for the weekend, but I would be back by Sunday evening, so I took the afternoon off to get ready. I knew that if I came home early that I might catch Sarah and Christy in the middle of something, but I didn't have time to phone ahead. So when I stepped into the house, I found Sarah sitting at the kitchen table with a mirror. She was wearing a large dress that covered her body and none of the other accessories, but when she saw me she quickly put her hands to her temples and gasped "You're home early!"

I'm sorry, but I was in a hurry. I see you're up to something new again." I said playfully. I then notice a bleach white wig laying on the table next to the mirror.

"Well..." Sarah began "I suppose I'll have to show you what I'm fooling around with." Then she removed her hands from her temples to expose two little horns. The horns were about two inches in length and were attached to her temples just in front of her hair line. "Hey" she said "I had to try it out, I was wondering how horns would look on me."

I felt a few butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't bothered by any of this anymore, in fact it was becoming quite fascinating. "Are those real horns?" I asked.

"Yup, real cow horns. Christy got them from somewhere."

"This is really interesting. What are you going to do with the wig?" I asked.

"The wig? Oh, I want to leave that as a surprise." Sarah replied as she stuffed the white wig into a bag.

There was another thing that had been concerning me lately, and I had to ask her "Have you been gaining weight lately? You seem a little larger, or is it just my imagination?"

"No" She said hesitantly "No, it's true, I have gained a little weight."

"I thought you might have. You also seemed to be eating a lot lately, I hope you're okay, and not too depressed or anything." I was genuinely concerned, but she put my mind at ease, at least for a little while.

"Everything's fine, in fact I'm feeling the best that I've felt since, well, you know, since I acquired this new body."

I was satisfied for the moment. I then explained to her about my business trip, and that I would be home Sunday night. Sarah seemed to welcome this information, she said it would give her and Christy some time to finish up some projects. What these projects were I didn't know, but it definitely gave my heart a jump just thinking of the possibilities!

Part 4 - Sunday Night!

It was Sunday night, and my heart was pounding all the way home. I had to consciously take control of my breathing several times and wipe the sweat off of my hands or else I might find myself driving off a cliff somewhere. The thought of what might be awaiting for me at home was whirling in my mind like a hurricane. For two days Sarah and Christy were left alone to prepared something that I just knew was going to be far from ordinary, and I didn't know if I was emotionally prepared for it, but at the same time it was making me overly excited to think about what surprises might be in store for me.

I finally made it home around 7:00 PM. I cautiously walked through the front door, only to find the two girls were in the bed room. I also noticed that there wasn't any lock on the spare room door, but I decided to stay away from there. Christy poked her head out the door to let me know where they were, then she closed the door. A minute later she opened the door again and spoke "Everything will be ready in a few minutes. Why don't you make yourself a cup of coffee."

I could feel the nervousness running through my legs. I went to the kitchen area, which was still in view of the bedroom door, and started to heat up some water. A few minutes later Christy came out to the kitchen, opened up the proverbial junk drawer, and pulled out a pair of pliers. "What are you going to do with those?" I asked.

Christy grinned and said "Oh nothing. Now don't you worry about a thing, just sit down and relax." Then she took the pliers with her and returned to the bedroom.

I knew I couldn't handle any caffeine tonight, so I made a cup of decaf. Occasionally I could hear some giggling coming through the walls, but all I could do was sit. After about ten minutes Christy came out one more time and spoke to me "Okay, Sarah is almost ready for you." She then picked up her belongings from the couch "I'm going to leave you two alone now. Just wait here until Sarah calls to you." Then Christy left the house. I heard her get into her car and drive away. I continued to sit there at the kitchen table, knowing that my Sarah was just in the other room, and we were alone in the house once again.

I was trying to drink the cup of decaf, but my hands had a slight trembling, this waiting with nervous expectation was always a killer. I tried to occupy myself by listening to the birds outside and watching as the sun slowly went down. It was a dreadfully long fifteen minutes before I heard the bedroom door creak slightly open. I turned to see what was coming, but Sarah wasn't showing herself yet, instead she called out to me "I'm ready, but before I come out, I want you to remove all your clothes and sit on the couch."

"Oh boy" I thought to myself "Every time she has me sit on the couch, it usually means something big is coming!" I struggled to disrobe as quickly as possible, but I was starting to hyperventilate. "Calm down" I kept whispering to myself. In less than a minute I was completely nude and sitting on the couch, then I called to her "I'm ready."

"Are you sitting?" she yelled out.

"Yes."

"Okay then, close your eyes, and no peeking."

"My eyes are closed." At this point I was so thoroughly aroused, and with no clothes on it was quite obvious. There was a moment of silence, then I heard the bedroom door creak open all the way, and I heard the familiar sound of the four high-heeled shoes, but as the clumping of the shoes started toward me, I heard a new sound - the clinking of a cowbell! I started to wonder what other surprises she might have in store. She walked closer until she was at my knees, then she stopped, and I could hear her breathing heavily, as though she was getting highly excited too.

After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke "Okay, you can open your eyes now." At this point I was too nervous to look, but I took a deep breath and let my eyelids rise, and gasped at what stood before me. Sarah was wearing the cow outfit, and again was standing on the four shoes with the front prosthetic arms attached, but from the neck up she had given herself a complete makeover. She had the cowbell hanging from a black ribbon that was tied around her neck, but this was the least of the changes. Her face was painted white with black splotches to match the rest of her body suit, and she had traded in her two inch cow horns for larger ones which were about five inches in length, and these were glued to her temples. Pointing out from over her ears were a pair of big rubber ears, which were also painted white with black splotches. On her head she was wearing the white wig that I saw the other day, except that the hair had been cut to about one inch in length to give it that cow-fur look, and as with everything else, this too had black splotches on it. The end of her nose was painted black, but what blew me away the most was the ring she was wearing, and hanging from the middle of her nose! It was a large brass ring, which hung down to just touch her upper lip.

My groin was throbbing as I looked at her. I spoke haltingly "Wow, look at you. I can't believe it."

"Do you like my new look?" She said coquettishly.

I looked longingly into her eyes "It's definitely fascinating, and at the same time - alluring." I put my hands softly on her face "How did you manage this?"

"Christy helped with getting the supplies. She found these Yoda ears and makeup paint at a costume shop. I'm not sure where she bought the wig, but it wasn't cheap."

Sarah hadn't answered the one question eating at me "And the nose ring, is that a clip-on?"

Sarah grew a big smile "Nope, it's the real thing. Shortly after you left on Friday, Christy helped me pierce a hole through the center of my nose. Then just before she left tonight, she helped put the ring through it. That's why she had to get the pliers, to squeeze the ring and close it up. I wanted the ring to be in my nose permanently, do you like it?"

I was stunned, and yet I found this whole thing weirdly erotic. She was going for the complete "Cow" look, and I was getting intensely turned on. I leaned over and kissed her. She moved her face across mine so that we were cheek to cheek, and then whispered in my ear "I want you to follow me. I have something interesting to show you." I stood up, and Sarah turned around, motioned with her head for me to follow, and started to walk away from me. Watching how well she had adapted to walking on those high heels with both her legs and arms, I followed her. My eyes were fixated on her rear-end, and I couldn't stop thinking about how huge and wide her hips were. It was extremely strange to see her walk this way - the hooves and tail were obviously fake, but the udder was totally real, and there it was, jammed snugly between her rear legs, I couldn't get over the sight of it. In fact, it had grown so large in just this past week, that it caused her to walk slightly bow legged - there was less room for her rear legs to extend down, now they were being pushed out a little to the sides.

She led me to the closed door of the spare room "Go ahead. Open it." My curiosity as to what her and Christy had been up to was about to be satisfied. I turned the doorknob and gently swung open the door, and what I saw was not what I had expected. The room was softly lit by several oil lamps hanging from the ceiling, and the walls were painted brown, but that's where I lost sight of the fact that this was just another room. The floor was cover with a mat of straw, and there were bails of hay piled along the walls of the room. With Christy's help, Sarah had converted this room to resemble the inside of a barn! I knew Sarah was getting into this role-playing, of pretending she was a cow, but it looked like she was going all-out tonight. We both stepped inside, and Sarah, still on all fours, waddled to the other side, then turned and look up to me, and with a smile, she asked "I really hope you like it, I wanted to make things special for us."

I was stunned, but as I stood there completely in the buff and looking at Sarah, I was definitely becoming aroused, and "Rising to the Occasion" as they say. Now I wanted to get into this role-playing too, so I closed the door and walked to the middle of the room, and got down on my knees "Come here my beautiful Cowgirl."

Sarah gave a sigh of delight, and with her four high-heeled shoes crunching the straw beneath her feet, she walked over to me "I'm so glad you like it." We kissed several times, then she whispered "I love you, but I want you to do something for me."

"I'll do whatever you want" I said as I kissed her cheek.

"I don't want you to think of me as your Cowgirl anymore, tonight I just want you to think of me only as a Cow!" The butterflies danced in my stomach at hearing this, but she continued "My fantasy tonight is to no longer be a human girl, but a complete cow, a real cow. I want you to be my bull, and make love to me as if I was a cow." How strange this all seemed, but I wanted to go along with it. I put my arms around her and continued to kiss her, and several times as she rubbed her face against mine, I could feel her horns rubbing through my hair. Then she started to lap me with her tongue, first on the face, then on my neck. I leaned back against a bail of hay, and she continued to lap me, but now she was moving down to my chest, and continuing farther down until she reached my stiff rod, then she took one more look up into my eyes before commencing with the most amazing oral sex I've ever had. I thought my toes would go numb as she worked on me with her teeth and tongue. I stared at the ceiling while she became more vigorous in her work, then I looked down at her, and all I could see was an unfamiliar head with short hair with big horns and ears sticking out from the sides, bobbing up and down on me, and I felt like I was in some alternate universe! She kept working harder and harder, and her breathing became heavier, when suddenly she stopped and said "Oh my God, I'm in heat. Take me now, take me like a bull!" She quickly turned around, her big udder slapping between her legs, and her cowbell clanging wildly "Hurry, I'm a cow in heat!" I didn't take any time to think, I stood up behind her as her arms and legs were bracing themselves on the straw-matted floor. I pushed aside her tail and mounted her from behind, I was almost ready to burst as I started to pump. Her udder was so large and swollen that it hung out from behind her, in fact, it was bulging out so much at the top that it seemed to be pushing her butt cheeks apart, and my balls were pushing against it. I had to spread my legs to allow me to get right up close to her rear-end, and in so doing her udder was partially hanging between my legs, and I could feel this big firm and hot sack pushing and slapping against my inner thighs.

We were going hot and heavy, and I was burning up a sweat. I leaned over her back and wrapped my arms around her waist. In the heat of the moment I moved my arms up along her flat chest, how strange it was to not find her breasts there, so I then slid my hands down her torso to find her single big breast in it's new place - growing out from her abdomen, and I thought to myself "My God, she IS a cow!". I started to vigorously massage the sides of her udder, it felt like a firm, yet quivering breast, except it was just one humongous bag of breast tissue that I could barely move, so I just kept pushing and squeezing the massive surface of it as well as I could. We were embraced in a moment of passion, then Sarah started making these low cow sounds - like mooing. I've heard of couples playing sex games, but nothing like this, and the only difference was that other women didn't have the equipment that Sarah had!

Then Sarah started to become more vocal "Oh, oh yes! I'm feeling it, I'm feeling like a real cow. This is beautiful!" Then she started mooing between her cries of passion "Yes, this is it - moooo - This is what I am - mooo - A real cow, now I know how it feels!" Now we were climbing toward our climax, and Sarah was almost screaming "Yes, I love being a cow, mooo, I love these animal instincts - moooo - I - love - my - big - beautiful - udder!!!" Then all at once we both screamed as we climaxed!

I continued to lay on her back for a few moments, then slumped off of her and onto the straw bedding. The straw was scratchy to my bare skin, but I didn't care, and I leaned against a bail of hay. Sarah was still catching her breath when she turned around to face me. She moved to the bail behind me, then tore off a bite of the hay, turned toward me again and chewed it for a minute. She then swallowed a wad of it and spat the rest out "Wow" she said "That's going to take some getting use to." Then she sighed and gave me a look that told me she had just experienced ecstasy, and said " This is wonderful. Let's sleep here in the barn tonight." I thought it was cute that she was calling this room a barn. Sarah then knelt down on the straw beside me and started to make herself comfortable, apparently she was going to sleep in her costume too. She laid on her right side, and moved her left leg to try to push her fat udder into a more comfortable position. Her horns prevented her from laying her head on its side, so she rested her chin on her crossed arms, which were still in their prosthetic arm extenders. It appeared that she intended on staying in her cow character all night too!

Part 5 - Sarah's Euphoria

When I awoke the next morning, a very early sun was shining through the window, but Sarah wasn't in the room. I got up and brushed some straw off of me, then walked through the house looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I threw on a pair of sweat pants and stepped outside the house, the sun was bright and caused me to squint a little. I walked around the house to the back yard, the grass hadn't been cut in a few weeks so it was a little long. I stopped and scanned the field until I caught sight of something moving about fifty yards away, the object I saw appeared white, and when I saw what looked like a head bob up and down, I figured it was Sarah. I walked out into the field in my bare feet, the grass was a little damp, but I continued until I got to her. There she was, still in her full cow outfit, and walking around on all fours. She looked up at me and spoke "Good morning, I couldn't wait to get out here in the field, into my element.

"Wow" I said "How long have you been out here?"

"About a half an hour" She took a few steps toward me "I really wanted to experience this, to see what it feels like to roam freely in a field."

I thought about how worried I was that Sarah would be hating life until she was changed back to her old self again, but now it seems that the tide has turned - she actually seems to be enjoying it. I asked her how she felt, and she replied "I feel great. I have you whom I love, and you love me back. I live in the country, and I have a new life to explore." Still standing on all fours, she then looked down at herself and toward her udder "Look at that" she said as she undulated her hips a little, causing her udder to sway, "My breasts are in the form of an udder, a big beautiful cow's udder, and I love it!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but she continued "I don't know how I could have ever lived without it. I don't remember why having two little breasts was so great, when now I have the most impressive breast in the world, and why would I want to go back to having only two nipples when now I've got four!" She continued to look down at her udder "Actually, I don't have nipples anymore, my nipples have grown into teats, four big beautiful teats? Look at them hang there, they're absolutely huge, and they must be at least nine inches long!

Now I had to sit down, this was becoming too much for me, but she didn't stop there, she looked up at me and spoke with more energy "I loved last night, and the way you made me feel, the way I was always meant to feel, like a true cow." She looked down at herself again "I absolutely love the way this udder feels, to have it hanging from my abdomen and tucked between my legs. It's extremely heavy, but the weight of it actually makes me feel horny, it's all so erotic. In fact, last night as we were making love, one of the most sensational feelings was my udder swinging in time with our rhythm, I kept thinking that this is what a cow must really feel like, and how much I wanted to feel this way, it really turned me on" She looked back up at me "One thing I was noticing as I was walking around in the field this morning was how much I love letting my udder hang freely. I don't want to wear any garments over it any more, no more 'Udder Bra' for me, I want to let it fall free, and to feel it wobble and rub against the insides of my legs, and to feel the breeze blowing on it. This is the most beautiful and sensational feeling of all!" Then she took a few steps back and forth, and said "With such a massive weight on my lower body, walking around on all fours has become the more natural and comfortable way of getting around. I want to continue to walk on all fours from now on"

"I also don't mind anymore that my udder has grown so fat and full, in fact, this past week I had a fantastic time watching the changes in my body. Every morning I would check myself out in the full-length mirror to see how much my udder had expanded and how much it would bulge out from behind my legs. It was intoxicating, the more it grew, the more thrilled I became, and the more I wanted to make it grow even more. It was like a challenge, I wanted to see how far I could make it bulge out behind me, and how much it could expand and push my legs apart. I fell in love with it, the beauty of it all. I love the fact that my breasts are now between my legs, it feels so right and natural, this is where my breasts belong. Also, the fact that it's wedged so tightly between my thighs just adds to my sexual arousal. I'm in bliss all the time! I only hope that it continues to grow and becomes an even more of a tight fit! "

It seems that Sarah was having a bit of a "Species Identity Crisis". She truly had a cow's udder, but now she was making a psychological transformation as well. I watched as she ripped up some grass with her teeth as started chewing on it, and I wondered how long this might last? Was she really losing her humanity, or was this just a sex game she was playing, and that she would eventually tire of? And if the time comes when she no longer wanted to be a cow, would she then no longer want the udder?

What has happened to Sarah?

As it turned out, Christy had booked for us a little farmer's cottage in the countryside, one with plenty of farm animals on-site. Not wanting other's around to bother us, she had paid the owners off to leave for the weekend too, on the promise that we would follow their strict instructions for looking after and feeding the animals.

Sarah literally squealed with joy when we arrived, it looked so lovely and idyllic. She waddled inside the barn to see the animals as Barb and I unloaded our things into the house. With Sarah still inside the barn I thanked Barb and waved her goodbye as she drove off again, leaving us to our fun.
At this stage I couldn't wait any longer to tell Sarah about her new lactating udder. In all of our haste to get our things together for the journey, I had neglected to tell her about it. Somehow, telling her in a barn seemed right. Smiled to myself as a wicked thought came to mind, I strolled over to the barn and entered.
Once inside I could see the pens full of animals, several pigs, and two horses, but no surprise I found Sarah over by the Cow pens. She was leaning on one of the metal gates, arms crossed and head leaning on it, facing away from me and just watching the cows. Quietly walking up behind her I wrapped my arms around her and leaned into the crook of her neck. I could feel her face smile as she contently said, "Today has been the best day of my life sweetheart! I love you so very much" I returned the "I love you" before standing back and saying, "And it's about to get better, now... Come here girl. It's time for your milking." Sarah turned and looked at me, a cheeky grin on her face. "Ohh, yes my stud! Can't you see I'm all swollen. With that she slowly waddled over to me, udder squashed between her legs. Stopping before me she said. "Cows don't wear clothes you know..." She then slowly began disrobing. Her top first, revealing her flat and nippleless chest, always a different sight to what to expect. She then undid the clasp of her skirt and let it fall down, revealing her taught udder with her erect teats. It looked ready to burst with all the milk it must have been storing. Ohh how I couldn't wait to begin milking her and seeing the look on my Sarah's face when she would realise that she could be milked. Sarah's eyes flickered coyly as she turned around and slowly leaned forward, her large thighs and ass sticking out, revealing her steaming vagina, labia fantastically swollen as usual. The heat and musty smell that radiated from it were almost overpowering in a good way. Finally leaning forward far enough she placed her hands on a low bench to steady herself.

"Come on then big boy. Work me over good!" Sarah said looking back at me, before leaving out a cheeky little moo. Though tempted to plunge in, I had better ideas. Walking over to the milking station I grabbed a bucket and stool and strolled back. Putting the bucket under her and sitting on the stool I said to Sarah, "I've got a surprise for you, something I don't think you've noticed yet..." She looked at me with a puzzled face, but without any further waiting, I grabbed a firm teat in each hand and began pulling. Sarah began to moan almost instantly, the occasional low even escaped her lips and her legs seemed wobbly. It didn't take many tugs before the first droplets of her sweet smelling milk appeared. Soon after, amidst one of Sarah's long pleasuring moo's, the first squirt of milk escaped. It missed the bucket entirely, landing in the straw without a noise. Pausing for a moment I re-aimed both teats and began again. Instantly milk began squirting rhythmically from the teats and pinging off the metal bucket. Sarah, now in the throes of her first, udder induced orgasm seemed to notice this noise and between moans and moos managed to look back at what I was doing. The look of surprise and delight on her face I will never forget. But it quickly turned to some sort of knowing, devious, smile. She turned back, gripped firmly on the bench with one hand, reached back over her back while arching a little, unceremoniously stuffed four of her fingers into her dripping vagina and began fingering herself furiously while screaming. "Ohhh!!! Yessss! Do it! Milk me dry stud!!! Milk me like a real cow!! Make me a real cow!!!!" She then began her mooing again as what could only have been an enourmous orgasm coursed through her, buckling her legs and making her fall. I luckily managed to pull the now quarter filled bucket out of harm's way.
I looked down at my wife then, lying on her side, udder spilled in front of her, hair matted from sweat, panting, with eyes half lidded in her post-orgasmic bliss, and hand slick with vaginal juices resting on her udder, idly pulling at one of her teats, coaxing small spurts of milk from it. She never looked as sexy as she did right then. And all thanks to that udder. I lay down behind her gently and took her grool stained hand. Sucking her musty juices from her fingers one by one we smiled at each other. I then reached behind me and picked up the saved bucket of my wife's fresh uddermilk. Nodding in understanding Sarah took it from me raised it to her lips and took a long drink of the steaming substance. Taking it from her I too took a long drink of the wonderfully creamy and sweet milk. I was unlike any milk I had tasted before.

We lay comfortably for some time, before the evening chill set in and we decided to retire. As we strolled from the barn Sarah giggled and pointed at a moving figure out in the field and said. "Hey, look stud! Looks like you have competition here!" Squinting I could see what she was talking about. There was a bull trotting about in the nearby field. I looked at Sarah with slight bemusement, but she only cheekily stuck out her tongue again and darted into the house as fast as an udder laden girl could.
Once inside, Sarah questioned me how long I had known that she was lactating. Once I admitting that I had only known since for a short time she smiled and laughed. "Well, I guess you'll have a new job now milking me. I wonder how often it'll need to be done?"

I had wondered that myself, I had noticed that the small quarter bucket hadn't really made a difference to her udder size, as it was still as taut and bulging as ever. As both of us wanted to test this theory, I went back outside and got the milk bucket, along with a crate of glass bottles and a siphon. Smiling deliriously Sarah took a position on all fours again. Before beginning I asked her what it felt like, she said that she had never had an orgasm like it. That the sensation was so pleasurable, that she wished that she had been able to do this sooner, or that she had been born that way. Not wanting to deprive by beloved of her pleasure I began at once, pulling and tugging her teats, first draining the front two, then once the milk from them had dried up, the back two. It took quite some time, and I had to stop halfways to siphon some of the milk into the glass bottles. But before long I was done, and so was Sarah truth be told. Her arms had long since given up, her face on the ground tongue lolling from her mouth and eyes rolled back into her head. Her backside was still up in the air, somehow supporting her now much drained udder, and waving her drooling flower rhythmically around. I was sure she had lost count of her orgasms, I certainly had.

Looking at her udder now, it certainly seemed drained, it didn't bulge out, and although the veins were still bulging around the outside, they were nowhere near as prominent as before. The whole udder seemed a little saggy now, more loose skin than needed and droopy teats almost trailing the floor. But was no less appealing than before, however, and I was extremely turned on. Sarah was clearly capable of no more however. I did my best to prop up my tired wife and walked her to our bed were she promptly collapsed and began lightly snoring. I laughed a little as I lay down beside her, wrapped my arms around her and nodded off too after such an exhausting day.
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I slept well that night. But half awoke early to Sarah gently climbing out of the bed. I softly called to her name as I watched her silhouette stand up. She said that she needed to go to the bathroom, not questioning this I fell straight back asleep. I woke again some hours later sunlight tickling my nose, and the bed cold beside me. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. After a momentary panic I heard the sounds of gently humming and the delicious smell of a fry coming from the cottage's kitchen.
On investigating the sources that were filling my sound and sight with delight, I found my newlywed standing by the stove, back turned to me, tending to a crackling frying pan. Her wide, but shapely arse was in full view as she was only wearing an apron. She soon shuffled back a step and leaned forward to check the food cooking in the grill. As she did, I got a full view of her udder and vagina. Her udder seemed fuller again than what it had been reduced to last night. It was still baggy though. At a guess I would have said it was quarter to a half full. Her vagina too was different, not having anyone to help her with the shaving obviously meant that her pubic hair was starting to grow back in, I could see the first wisps of her brow pubic bush starting.
Not being able to resist the sight I went over and ran my hands around her stomach and down onto the bulge of her udder, before resting my head on her shoulder. Instantly recognising me she leaned back into me and we swayed together of a few moments, savouring each other, before the sound of the violently sizzling food called away Sarah's attention.
Sarah quickly finished making the meal and we sat down together. Saying sweet nothings to each other and eating the delicious breakfast that Sarah had made. I mentioned that her udder seemed to be slowly filling again. She agreed. With a smile she said she couldn't wait for it to be full again, to feel it bulging between her thighs and most of all, to feel the pleasure of being milked again. I smiled and agreed I couldn't wait either.
Once breakfast was over we began the job of looking after the farm animals as promised. I took on the harder roles, cleaning the stables and looking after the barn animals. Sarah took a big bucket of bird feed and went to take care of the birds outside in the coop. Once my job was complete I returned inside, washed and went looking for Sarah. Not finding her at the chicken coop I went wandering the farm grounds. On reaching the edge of the farm, where the bull's field was, I paused for a moment. I could have sworn that I heard Sarah's voice, or rather, moan.
Rounding the corner I saw something that surprised me. There was Sarah, leaning on a wooden fence, back bent forward with her udder dangling below her, flower on show to the world as she roughly delved deep into it with three of her fingers. When her eyes weren't rolling back into her head in pleasure they were looking dead ahead on the bull trotting around the field. She moaned an lowed constantly while finger-fucking herself.
Calling her name in a quizzical manner, Sarah visibly jumped in shock. Hand flew away from her vagina and she shot up with the guiltiest look I had ever seen on her face. Was I not so surprised myself I would have laughed at her expression. She immediately started babbling nonsensical sentences. Clearly trying to come up with an excuse to what was goin on, before finally letting her shoulders drop and admitting.
"Yeah, It's exactly what it looks like."
With one eyebrow raised I replied.
"Care to elaborate?"
She scuffed the ground with her bare foot and embarrassingly replied. "I was wandering back from feeding the chickens and something just came over me. I saw the bull and just lost it. Everying went tingly and I just had to relieve myself...". I could tell in her eyes that she wasn't lying. I thought about it, even though I had been worried about Sarah's comittments before, she had proven herself lately. I reasoned that I could allow her a little sexual deviance. After all, I was constantly raging hard for a woman with an udder.
I smiled as I thought of an idea. I took Sarah's hand and told her, "Come on, let's get a closer look". After a hesitant look from Sarah, she relented and slowly followed me.
As we got closer to the bull he stopped his grazing and raised his head to examine us. At six feet away I paused. But Sarah, coming up behind me only paused for a moment, before slowly advancing closer, with one hand outstretched. The bull made no move, and after a momentary pause from Sarah, she reached forward and made contact with the bull.
She rubbed him for a few minutes on the snout and neck before running her hands across to the flank of the bull. Sarah seemed enraptured by this big impressive specimin. He too seemed enamoured with the attention. Swating his head gently and leaving out almost satisfied snorts. Sarah suddenly giggled and turned to me, pointing under the belly of the bull. "Look who came out to play!" She laughed. Looking down to where she pointed I could see the tapered end of the bull's erection making an appearance from his sheath. "I think he likes you" I laughed.
Sarah looked back to the slowly growing erecting, gazing at it, then turned back to me and said, "Do you mind if I get a closer look?" The look of delighted hope on her face I could not deny. I nodded my consent. Sarah smiled deightedly and knelt down on her knees straight away and inched forward until her face was only a foot away from the now impressively long bull penis.
She gazed at it for some time. Right hand never leaving the flank of the bull. I could see drops of grool rolling down her legs. She must have been as wet then as she could ever had been, but she was remarkably well composed. It must have been torture. It certainly was for me. The acting like cow was seriously turning me on. In a moment of weakness I would come to thank I whispered "Do it!" to Sarah.
She looked back and smiled at me, told me she loved me more than anyone and that I was the best thing that had ever happened to her, then turned back and slowly reached out with her right hand, coming to a rest by gently grasping the bull's erection. His reaction was instant. He snorted loudly and became a little agitated, stamping his hind leg and swaying his head.
Undeterred by this sudden movement, Sarah slowly began rubbing her hand up and down the length of the bull's shaft. First slower, then faster. Her eyes closed as I could see this act alone was making her incredibly horny. It was at this stage that I took out my own raging erection and began stroking myself to the spectacle in front of me. The bull got more and more agitated as Sarah's ministrations became faster and faster. Eventually the bull let put a bellow and stamped his feet. Sarah, now firmly holding onto his erection, knew as well as I did what was about to happen, and in her sex fuelled state angled the bull's erection to the side, to point directly at her. The look of bliss on her face as the first spatter of bovine cum splattered against her chest was unforgettable. It had become a veritable hose of semen, Sarah began angling it up and down, taking blast after blast all over her flat chest. Finally with a devious look on her face, she angled it up for what seemed to be the bull's last grunt, and took a load directly in the face, mouth open and all. It splattered all over her face, coating her cheeks and lips in a gooey sheen, and part filling her mouth with it. She fell forward, closing her mouth and letting go of the bull's penis to brace herself on the ground. The bull used this opportunity to escape her clutches and took off across the field, leaving the moaning Sarah behind. Presenting herself to me she looked back and moaned.
"Come on! Quick! I need to cum like a real cow!"
I wasted no time in mounting her from behind and plowing away. It didn't take long for her to break into a massive orgasm. As moaned and mooed in it's throes she twisted to her side and began wiping one hand on the bull's sticky semen, before bringing it to her face and slowly licking off the residue. She looked to be in bliss. That face alone was enough for me to climax too as I emptied myself into her. After my last grunt we both collapsed into a heap on the floor, panting and gasping for breath.
"I love you sweetheart", Sarah began as she reached out and began stroking my face gently. I smiled and returned the complement, before snuggling into her, bull's semen or not I loved my Sarah.

Some time later, after lying on our backs staring at the beautiful blue sky we decided to get up and go back to the farm. On standing I reached out my hand to Sarah to have her take it. On grasping her hand I noticed something, couldn't believe I had missed it before.
"Sarah, have you painted your nails? I didn't know you brought varnish with you."
Sarah paused and examined her now black nails. She paused for a moment, before breaking into a beaming smile.
"Oh I thought the change would be good!" She smiled and took my hand as we set off back to the cottage.
We spent the rest of that day just in each others company, doing farm work and generally just lounging around. We then made ourselves a little picnic and set off to a nearby hillock. Sarah on all fours with her fake cow legs for ease of transport.

After our morning adventure Sarah had refused to put any clothes back on, or clean off the bull semen residue from her chest. At first I was going to protest, but the more time I spent around her the more I realised that I actually found her now musky scent incredibly alluring. So I happily let her be naked, much to her delight.

As we lay upon the top of the hill, munching on sandwiches and whispering sweet nothings, I noticed for the first time that her toenails too were painted black. Sarah just giggled happily when I noticed and said, "It's all part of the new look".

We made out and fumbled around on that hilltop for some time before deciding to call it a day and heading back. On arrival we were so exhausted we barely had the energy to do our farming duties, before retiring to bed. Only to fall asleep almost instantly.

That night Sarah had a very restless sleep. I woke up several times due to her twisting and turning in the bed. She seemed to be rolling in and out of consciousness and sweating profusely. Finally she seemed to wake properly just before dawn and got out of bed. She shook me gently and told me that she was just going to get a breath of fresh air. I was worried about her, but she assured me that it was probably just sun-stroke from being out all of the day before. Something seemed a little off though, so I resolved to follow her and make sure she was okay.

Once she was out of the house I arose too. Checking out of the windows I saw her slowly waddling across the farmyard. I quietly opened the door and followed her, being careful not to make a noise. My suspicion that something wasn't right was confirmed as I saw Sarah stop and double over in what seemed to be pain. I was about to rush to her help, but something about her voice stopped me. Sarah didn't sound in pain, she sounded like she was incredibly horny. It wasn't a moment later that Sarah reached down to her udder and began furiously jerking her teats, each movement eliciting a small moan and a jet of milk from her hardened teats. She soon juddered from an udder induced orgasm; this seemed to sate her a little as her breathing slowed. She still seemed agitated though and it wasn't long before she stood up and waddled off as fast as she could. It was then when I realised where she was heading. Towards the bull's field.

My heart rose to my chest and my erection began rearing its head at the thought of what she was planning to do with the bull. Not wanting her to see me I waited until Sarah had entered the bull's field and then hid behind a low wall, peering over the top. Luckily the bull was nearby and I could see very clearly what Sarah was doing.
My wife slowed as she reached the sleeping bull, she gently padded the last few steps in her bare feet and stopped by the bull's head. She turned her back to him and then started lowering herself on her haunches with her udder soon spilling all over the floor. She kept lowering herself until her vagina was hovering just above the bull's nostrils. She was clearly trying to use her scent to entice and wake the bull. It seemed to work pretty quickly as it only took a few moments before the bull's nostrils began flaring. His eyes opened, and after an initial surprised head jerk that bumped Sarah forward and sprawling onto the ground. She quickly recovered and stood up the same time as the bull. She turned, and for a moment made eye contact with the bull. After a few seconds she slowly made her move to the side of the bull, all the while running her hand along the flank of the great beast. She then got down on her knees, taking care and shifting her hanging udder to keep it out in front of her. She then sat back onto her feet. Black nail tipped toes wiggling with excitement. Obviously not being able to contain herself any longer she reached out and grabbed the bull's rapidly emerging member.
This time Sarah angled the bull's penis towards herself from the get-go. Clearly she had enjoyed the bovine bukakke. Slowly Sarah leaned forward, and for a moment I thought she meant to give the bull a blowjob. But she stopped less than an inch from his fully hardened member. She marvelled at the penis from there. I could see her take a few deep inhales through her nose, shuddering in what seemed to be rapture after the last inhale. She then leaned back a little and began stroking the bull's shaft. Slowly at first, then picking up pace again. She seemed to have learned from last time around and the bull began snorting and squirming quite quickly. Sarah herself began panting, with both hands busy on the shaft. I could see Sarah rocking her whole lower body back and forth. She was rubbing her flower along the damp cool grass in an obvious attempt to sate her lust filled needs while her hands were busy. The motion made the hardened teats on her udder, which was splayed out in front of her, jiggle ferociously. I could even see under the pink glow of the rising sun, that her teats had begun leaking the creamy milk again, this time apparently without the need for anyone to touch them. I had begun masturbating at this stage and was quickly working my way up to a crescendo. Very much the same way the bull was. His snorting and stamping got more frantic as Sarah increased her pace. She seemed to be braver again now. A look came over her lidded eyes, she closed them and began leaning forward again, getting closer and closer to the bull's member. As their proximity lessened Sarah's plush lips parted and began slowly opening her mouth, I could see the puffs of her breath surround the bull's member. Now only a few centimetres from the bulls phallus she stuck out her tongue. I know then instantly that she meant to give the bull a blowjob. Which, to be honest, I didn't know how I felt about it. With her tongue hanging out she closed the final distance, barely brushing the tapered tip of the bull's penis with it. Before she could take this could be taken any further however, the bull bellowed and jerked, and began releasing his seed. Sarah had to abandon her new course and just held onto the member as best she could. The initial strikes of seed she aimed quite accurately directly at her open, moist and waiting mouth. This quickly filled with his steaming seed and Sarah forced to close her mouth and aim the still ejaculating phallus lower and at her chest, taking all of the remaining shots and dribble there. Once spent, she released the bull, which happily trotted off this time.

Once it was all over Sarah lifted her head, mouth still full of bull semen, and slowly swallowed, bit by bit. She shudder with an orgasm with the last swallow, which seemed to sate her lusts. Sarah then spent the next few minutes slowly licking all remaining traces of bull semen from herself. It was during this time that I resumed my masturbation and, once done, decided I'd better sneak off before I got caught.

I made it back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, thinking again about Sarah's continuing descent to her animalistic side and cow fetishes. I again reassured myself that while all of this was just her acting out her fetish, that I was her real love and should just go along with it. It was around this time that I heard the front door open, and Sarah's waddled her way slowly to the bed room. She entered with the biggest grin on her face. "Did you enjoy the show?" she said with a cheeky wink.
I stood there with a puzzled look on my face, which she laughed off quickly, and continued, "Never mind that now love. Look at this!"

With that she drew her hair back and cleared her forehead of her bangs. This revealed two small budding cow horns, the ones she had worn a long time ago. I replied, "Oh, you put on your cow horns again, I thought you didn't bring them."

Sarah gave me a knowing look and stated. "No silly! I didn't bring them at all, I grew them. These are mine!"
"You grew them?" I asked incredulously, mouth hanging agape. Sarah rapidly nodded her head and confirmed with a quick "Yup!". Still seeing my puzzlement she continued. "They grew right after you left, wanna feel them?". Hesitantly I nodded. Smiling, Sarah moved the bangs from her forehead once again to reveal them, whereupon I reached out and gently ran the tips of my fingers over them. They were surprisingly smooth. Short and cream coloured, no larger than the tip of my thumb. I was amazed, up until this moment I hadn't thought something like this possible,
"But how is this happening Sarah? I thought Peg's curse was just to move your breasts and make them look like an udder?"

Sarah let out a good chuckle, seemingly to herself and replied,
"Not quite. I guess since you didn't tell me about the milking earlier, it's only fair that I didn't tell you this before now."
"Tell me what exactly Sarah?" I inquired, a little forcefully, as I was getting impatient.
"What Peg told me when she whispered to me. She said that I actually control the curse on me... to an extent."
"To what extent?" I inquired, now interested.
"Well. It's sort of morphing to my subconscious desires. Apart from the initial udder growth, everything since has been a manifestation on how I'm acting. The more cowlike I act, the more I become cowlike."
"But you've been acting like a cow for a long time and all that happened was your udder got bigger, then in one weekend you begin lactating and grow horns. Seems a bit fast". All of this sounded so crazy, but so exciting in its possibilities. I needed to know how it worked.

Sarah smiled once more.
"The change is pretty slow moving alright. Just acting like a cow was enough to trigger the growth and lactation though. You saw how long that took. The milking seems to be moving things along, but the fastest changer seems to be ingesting bovine fluids."

It began to dawn on me. The bull.
"That's why you went back to the bull?"
"Yes, after my nails changed-" Sarah started before I butted in, "Your nails? I thought... Oh... I get it"
Sarah smiled and held up her black nails, while wiggling her toes. "Yes, I kind of lied, these aren't painted, they just turned this colour. I presume they'll turn hard and hoof-like if we keep this up. But anyway, once they turned I wanted to see if it was a gradual change from acting cowlike, or a fast one from the bull's semen..."

I stood there listening intently, mind racing over the possibilities over what we could do with this. How Sarah could change more. Where would she stop? How far was she willing to embrace her growing bovinity?
"So I lay up all night. The thought of changing more excited me so much I couldn't stand it any longer and I had to find out right then and there. I'm sorry I didn't tell you or ask you about it first."
Sarah looked genuinely ashamed at herself then. I could not stay mad at her however. Stepped forward and took her hand. I turned it over and looked at her black nails, gently rubbing them with my thumb. They felt no different than usual. But now that I was closer I could see more clearly that they were definitely not painted, but rather naturally black. I smiled at Sarah and reassured her.

"It's alright sweetheart. I'm okay with it. I know your heart was in the right place." She smiled back at me, the now bright morning sun making her nose ring twinkle.
"What now then?" She asked, "It's our last day here."
I laughed and replied, "Well, I know we have some farm chores to do. Some cows to milk, starting of course with my favourite one, you!"
Sarah giggled as I took her hand and lead her trailing outside. As I lead her and looked back at her I marvelled at how much she had changed since this all began. Her bare, black tipped feet padding slowly through the wet morning grass. Her udder was almost full again, beginning just below her bellybutton and ending on the underside just above her vagina. It hung in down and bounced in front of her as she walked, stopping just above her knees, at which point her six inch teats continued by flopping from side to side erotically. It was nestled between two inhumanly wide thighs, which led up to a wide set of hips, which gave her the bottom half of an hourglass figure. She walked slowly with a hunch, which had nothing to do with her figure, but more with the weight of her udder. I worried sometimes that it would give her back problems. Perhaps going on all fours may be the best solution to this, as the weight doesn't seem to bother her as much then. Moving up her normally pale, featureless chest was beginning to bronze from all of the outdoor activities while naked. It was, of course, also now filthy from all of Sarah's activities. Dried semen clung to her, as did some dirt. It was all over her really, face and all. But oddly it didn't take from her appearance. It accentuated it somehow. Beneath all of this dirt and grime, Sarah's natural beauty shone through. As musky as I liked my little cowgirl however, it was probably time to wash her. Something for the afternoon perhaps.

It was at this point in my thoughts when we reached the barn again.
"Well then you heifer, get in there!" I growled lustfully at her, before slapping her wide ass as she scooted past me while giggling. Oh we were going to have some fun on our last day at the cottage.
Both of us had a lot of fun that morning. After chasing Sarah into the barn we wasted no time in getting the milking going. To try a different approach this time we tried the automatic milking contraption that was there. Sarah's teats almost didn't fit into the cups, as they were so large. But with a little finagling and some sultry moaning and squirming by Sarah we managed to get her teats into the cups. With Sarah's teats and udder taken care of by the milker I got to enjoy myself by taking my wife from behind. With my hands firmly on her widened hips we rutted in an almost animalistic way, well Sarah was certainly being animalistic. Almost every moan that came out of her mouth was partly a low or a moo, with the exceptions of when she fell into one of her many orgasms. When these fell upon her and she would clench her thighs together, squeezing her massive udder as she did so, and begin sucking air in sharply. I noticed also that her milk production was always significantly more when she was orgasming.
It wasn't long until Sarah was absolutely spent, both physically and mentally. Her frequent orgasms had left her arms weak as jelly and she had fallen forward, it was all she could do to keep her ass in the air for me to plow. Not prolong it any longer I sped up and released myself into her moist and wanting vagina.
Once spent I pulled out and Sarah fell down into the hay. Weakly she pulled off the suction cups from her teats and slowly ran the abused flesh gently through her fingers.
Once recovered we set about doing what chores we needed to, milking the remaining cows, feeding the chickens etc.... I also managed to convince Sarah to allow me to wash her.

We started by moving to the bathroom, and were lucky that the bathtub was big enough to allow Sarah to stand in it while I washed her. The experience itself was very charged as I ran my hands all over Sarah's sexy changing body. We started by simply wetting her, before getting some of the soaps and gels that were left for us and working up a lather on Sarah's skin.

As I slowly worked my hands around my wife's body, Sarah began asking me questions.

"So sweetheart, what do you think now that you know of the curse?" She looked at me, her eyes wide and almost puppy-like. She was obviously a little nervous about asking me the question. As I rubbed my hands over her wide arse I began to wonder myself what I thought about it. Should we use this curse more? And how far would it go? I didn't want my wife turning into a mindless cow, but a few more sexy alterations I thought couldn't do any harm. I continued running a soapy sponge gently over Sarah's skin as I answered.

"Well honey, to be honest Honey, I wouldn't mind some more changes" Sarah beamed at me straight away as I continued. "Some cute cow ears perhaps, or maybe a sexy tail?" Sarah's knees almost buckled with delight as I mentioned the two. I could see in her eyes though that she was holding back. She probably wanted more from me. But I wasn't sure if I could commit to any more than that now. She didn't argue the point and just said happily, "I'd be happy with those too!" At that point I had finished lathering Sarah up and began slowly washing off all of the suds from her. Rivulets of soapy water ran down her, off her chest, down her udder and flowed off her teats like little water jets. She had her eyes closed the whole time, enjoying the experience immensely.

Once fully hosed down I set out and helped Sarah dry herself. With her udder so large it was clear that she would have had trouble by herself. I could tell also that the action of drying her off with a fluffy towel was making her a little arouse, as her four teats stiffened under the attention. I always marvelled how large and erect they were. In a bizarre way almost like four penises

I reached out with her washed cow suit, but Sarah shook her head. "Not yet sweetie! It's still very warm out. I want to feel the country sun and wind on me before we head back". Right then I felt a little bad. As good as our house and garden were. They weren't as nicely secluded as this farm house. Sarah was just enjoying the freedom here.

"Of course sweetie. C'mon. Let's go lie outside" I took my wife's hand and helped her from the tub as her humongous udder dangled and swung beneath her legs.

Our last afternoon on the farm was spent much like the previous one. We sat on the hillock overlooking the farm and countryside and just chatted. It was a lovely afternoon spent in each other's company, and far too soon for both of our likings, it was over. With only an hour and a half until the agreed arrival time of Barb to take us back, we decided that it would be for the best to head back and be there early.

On our way down I noticed Sarah was distracted. She kept looking around as if searching for someone or something. As we walked past the bull's field and she desperately scanned the field for him. It was obviously the bull she was searching for. I pointed at him, snoozing under some trees in the corner of the field and let Sarah know. "He's there!" I pointed. Knowing full well that it was the bull Sarah was searching for with her eyes. She looked to where i pointed. In the corner of the field lay the farm bull, idly twitching his head and flicking his ears to discourage flies from landing on him. As Sarah made eye contact with him I could see her reaction, involuntarily she bit her bottom lip and her udder's teats began stiffening. She noticed me looking at her after a moment and spoke to clear the air. "It's not the bull I'm attracted to really, it's kinda... fun and animalistic I admit, but really it's just I just get really turned on thinking about what he can do to me!". Sarah turned back and let her eyes linger on him for a few moments more before turning, grabbing my hand and walking off with a purpose. Clearly trying to shake her thoughts of potentially becoming more cowlike. I thought of it too again. Really there was nothing wrong if I let her one more time i argued. It would do no harm as I could see. Her curse was slow acting and hadn't progressed very far. Maybe she would get her sexy tail or ears. Or so I argued at least. So I stopped her. "Wait Sarah. Do you... do you want to say goodbye properly?" She nodded slowly and warily asked, "Are you sure?". All it took was a nod from me before she broke into a smile and strode off towards the bull.
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The bull woke as soon as we came near it. It's flaring nostrils suggested that it wasn't the sound of Sarah padding barefoot through the field that woke him; rather it was the familiar scent of Sarah, even while washed, that stirred him. Once up he spared no time in clomping over to Sarah and began nuzzling her in an almost affectionate manner. Sarah giggled at his cold nose rubbing against her flat chest. She patted his muzzle and laughed, "Easy there big boy. I'll get to you if you just give me a chance". She moved around the side of the bull, who went very still, knowing by now what lay in store for him. Adopting her kneeling position underneath him, Sarah wasted no time in getting to work. She gingerly reached out with her hand and cupped the bull's massive hanging testicles. Slowly and gently she began squeezing and rolling them as one would do with Chinese stress balls. The bull snorted loudly, but no penis appeared from his sheath. Furrowing her brow in frustration at how slow things were moving, Sarah reached forward with her other hand and began stroking the sheath. She pulled the rough, hairy, black skin of the sheath backwards and forwards until the pink tip of the bull's member appeared. The moment it was in view Sarah surprised me by leaning, without any hesitation, forward and extended her tongue to lick the beast's phallus. Reaching the tip she rolled her tongue rapidly around it. This both made the member jerk forward another inch, and made the bull's penis slick with spit and precum.

Sarah pulled back for a moment, leaving trailing string of precum hanging between her rosy lips and the bull's member. She used her hand and tongue to capture all of this nectar and devoured it while licking her lips. Once savoured enough she turned back to the now rapidly hardening member. She removed her hands from the bull's testicles and used it to pull back and reveal as much of the bull's sheath as possible. She then leant forward and took all of the exposed bull's cock in her mouth. I was surprised she would go so far, willing to put an unwashed animal's penis into her mouth, and by the look on her face was enjoying it immensely. Her eyes rolled half lidded in pleasure. Her tongue swirled inside her mouth around the bull's member trying to reach as much of it as possible. And the nostrils of her cute button nose flared as she drank in the scent of the bull's pheremones. Sarah then began making "Mmmmm" noises; vibrating her mouth around the bull's member. This was more than enough to get him fully hard, as the rest of his phallus jutted out inch by inch.
Sarah, now no longer able to fit the full length of the bull in her mouth, proceeded to give him a proper blowjob. Bobbing her head forward while swirling her tongue, before pulling it back all the way to the tip and rolling her tongue around it.

Sarah wasn't at this for long before the bull's telltale footstamping began. Sarah prepared herself by shoving the hardened member as deeply as it would go, reflexively gagging initially at it's size and girth. She held it there while working the rest of the shaft until the inevitable happened. With a bellow the bull began releasing himself straight down Sarah's waiting gullet. She was prepared, however, and began swallowing the semen in great big gulps. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she swallowed away, holding the jumping member firmly in place. Apart from the occasional dribble escaping from the side of her cheeks, she was managing to swallow it all.

This continued for thirty seconds or so until I was sure the bull was finished. With a wet pop, Sarah released the bull's penis from her mouth, leaving a trail of semen rolling down her lips. She immediately recovered this with her tongue and fingers. As the bull trotted off Sarah fell back to prop herself up with her hands and began moaning.
"Oohh. Mmmm. Sweety I can feel it coming on." I rushed to her side, penis hardening at the thought. "Where Sarah? The ears or the tail?".
"Nnnnggg" she grunted through clenched teeth first as an orgasm ripped through her. She shook her head while moaning some more. Unable to form full sentences in her bliss. "Nnnngghhh! Aahhh. F-face..." at mention of her face I stepped back. This was not something I expected. "Oohhh, so g-good! NnnnnAAAAAGGHH!!!" Sarah roared in orgasm this time. As she did I looked on in shock at the changes that were overcoming her. Her beautiful button nose began to flatten and widen against her face, with the nostrils getting larger and slightly upturned. Worse than that though, her top lip began thinning and straightening and her philtrum pushed out a her and flattened the area between nose and upper lip. Once that was done her change seemed complete, she seemed to have the beginnings of a cow's muzzle, though it did not jut forward at all yet. "Oh no!" I muttered under my breath looking at my wife's once beautiful face changed. I hadn't thought about this. Ears or a tail would have been sexy extras. But this, it directly changed my Sarah into something else. You could still tell it was her though. The rest of her face was completely unchanged. It's not a change I ever considered or wanted for my wife. Sarah on the other hand seemed to be delighted by the change. She flopped back onto the ground and began slowly running her black nail tipped hands over her changed features, tugging and playing with her nose ring all while moaning.

"Quick!" She moaned, flopping onto her belly, udder squished beneath her and ass in the air. Her pussy lips were swollen as usual. Though never this swollen to be honest. And oddly enough, all of the hair that had been growing on it over the past while seemed thinner even than this morning while I was washing it.
"Come on stud", Sarah moaned again, a hint of desperation in her voice. She looked back at me with her changed face somewhat alien to me. I met her colourful pleading eyes and she must have understood the look on my face and cried out in frustration. "Oh, come ON! Don't do this now sweetie! We knew this would change me, it's what I wanted! I love this, be happy for me and just DO IT ALREADY!!!"
Her shouting snapped me out of it a little and i advanced on Sarah unzipping myself as I went. My penis flopped out half turgid, unsure, as I was. I tried rubbing it against her folds, earning delicious squishing noises from her fluids, but I was just getting nowhere. My mind was just too scattered to work right then. Sarah grunted in fustration and turned back over and sat up. "I need you right now!" She almost cried. I went to take a step forward but froze. Our eyes were locked, Sarah's pleading at me. Through those beautiful eyes I could see my Sarah so clearly, but i was too adrenaline pumped and shocked for anything to work. To this day I wasn't sure what I would have done next as Christy's surprised voice broke through the air. "Oh my gosh! Sarah!!! Look at you! You've changed!"
Looking into the rear-view mirror I could see my Sarah lost in a world of her own. She looked quite melancholy. Clearly our broken tryst and my hesitance were weighing on her mind. Possibly sensing the eyes on her Sarah looked up to the mirror and met my gaze. She held my gaze for a moment before turning her eyes down again. She looked incredibly downcast. I looked away from the mirror and looked over to my left to where Christy was driving the van. It hadn't taken her long to sense the awkwardness between us. Though I was certain she wasn't 100% sure why. It turned out Christy had taken Barb's van and volunteered to come pick us up. She was also somewhat early, catching us just as our act was coming to a close.

The most of the journey home was a quiet one. Sarah drifted off while wrapped in a blanket. I was watching her sleep peacefully, trying to wrap my head around what had happened when Christy spoke up.

"I guess you're not going to volunteer what's going on?"

I shook my head, "No".

"Hmmm". She pondered for a moment, "Well I think I can guess pretty well, and I never thought you were that shallow..."

"What!?" I retorted in an incredulous manner.

She did not look convinced, "Yeah, you're all pro-cow stuff while it's easy. An udder, that's sexy. Now though, her face makes one little change and you just up and think of abandoning her?"

Her tone was incredibly accusatory, and cut me right to the bone. But one thing I knew truthfully right then and there. I turned to Christy and replied truthfully, "I would _never_ abandon her. I love her..."

Christy seemed to ponder this for a moment, seemingly accepting my statement. "Good... So why the problem with her change?"

I answered as truthfully as I could. There was no point in beating around the bush with Christy. She was incredibly blunt and good at picking up other's bullshit, which had obviously caused her to be seen as a bitch by a lot of people in her youth. But it was an endearing quality in her now, one which made her good for giving honest advice.

"It was just, sudden... I don't know..." It was lame but I didn't really have a better answer.

"So do you not find her attractive now?" Christy pressed. She seriously cut through bullshit. I turned around to look at my sleeping wife's face. She looked so peaceful, and underneath her minor cosmetic change I could see her now. She was still the woman I loved, and now that the shock was over I was getting used to the face.

"It's a little different and it was a shock at first, but yes."

"Good". Christy replied. "And will you be okay with her changing more?"

I sighed, she really wanted all of the info, "Well... I guess so. I mean, I still think ears, tail, all that would be pretty sexy.

"Very good!" Christy smiled at me before quickly turning back to the road. I lingered my gaze on her for a moment. I noticed that despite Peg's spell, Christy's lower breasts didn't seem to have changed much. But didn't want to mention it now. I looked back at my Sarah, she seemed so peaceful now, but had been so troubled while awake. I wasn't sure how to make it up to her. Leaning my head back against the rest I came up with a devious idea. "Christy, listen to this and tell me what you think..."

It was a short time later that the van pulled up in the driveway, crunching gravel the whole way. It had become quite dusky as I hopped out of the passenger's seat and opened the sliding side door to rouse my sleeping cow-girl. She had slept the full journey. I woke her gently by shaking her and calling her. She opened her eyes, clearly still exhausted, and took my offered hand to help her out of the van. She yawned loudly and stretched her back with a satisfying pop after exiting. Then rubbed her eyes before looking around.

"Erm, honey... This isn't home?" She looked puzzled. I stepped in front of her, took one of her black nail tipped hands and stroked her changed face gently with the other.

"Look sweetie, I was unfair to you earlier. I was surprised and I let that get to me and it shouldn't have. I love you and I love how you look." She looked at me sceptically.

I continued. "I want to prove it to you. Come with me." She took my hand and began following me. It only took her a few steps before she commented.

"We're back on the farm aren't we?" She sounded quite excited now, and she was right. She was right, and Christy had been right to call me on my perceived shallowness earlier. I loved Sarah. I had just been taken aback by a change I had not expected. Now that I had had time to wrap my head around the idea that any change could happen, I couldn't be surprised or shocked anymore. Sarah was Sarah and that wouldn't change. More importantly I wouldn't have her doubting my love of her and my acceptance of her lifestyle choices.

The owners of the farm had been contacted by Christy and thanks to her we were here for another night. She promised it pro bono to us as long as she was allowed watch this time. I was hesitant to allow her at first, but she insisted it was the only way she'd make the call, so I relented.

It didn't take us long to get to the bull's field, especially with Sarah's bare feet picking up speed as best she could. We paused at the edge of the field as she steadied herself on the fence, breathing heavily. Partly from the exertion of hurrying down the path, partly due to her obvious excitement.

She turned and looked at me with wary eyes. "You want me to do this again? Why?"

"I want to prove that what happened earlier was just surprise. I love you Sarah, I just didn't expect your face to change. It's okay now though, I think you look beautiful." I leant in and gave her a gentle kiss on her now thinner lips, her nose ring tickling me as I did so.
As I pulled back she smiled and grabbed me by my shirt. "You first this time stud!" she winked at me and drew me in for a passionate kiss. My hands drifted all over her changed body, touching her horns and tugging at her teats, eliciting moans from her. It wasn't long until I was fully hard and my member strained against my pants. Sarah felt my hardness and began jostling with my belt straight away. Within moments she had my dick in her hands, which she then pushed against her warm, soft udder. She leant in for the kiss again while she gently rocked back and forward, my dick now partly engulfed by her warm udder, part being attended to by her skilful hands.

She continued this for a minute or two before moving onto the next part of our mating ritual. Taking a step back she lowered herself to her knees, allowing her udder to spill out in front of her. She took my member in her hands again and unceremoniously stuffed it into her mouth.

My eyes closed and I began to moan softly as her expert tongue did its work. It rolled up and down the shaft, licked and teased under the glans, and twirled around the bulbous head of my turgid phallus. Bobbing forward and backward it didn't take Sarah long before I was going to climax so I called out to her to finish me quickly. She paused instead however and held the base of my cock, clamping down on it. She removed her mouth with a wet pop and caught my eyes with a wicked grin and pre-empted me asking why she stopped.

"This is a little payback for earlier when I needed you to finish me off!" She laughed. I groaned in need of release and the realisation that she was going to make me pay for earlier. "So now, you only get to watch... Christy, stop him from doing anything"

I turned a moment too late. Christy had me by the back of my collar and yanked me back. I fell over my dropped pants and fell onto my ass with Christy behind me. In my surprised state Christy managed to lock my arms behind me and her legs around the front of me, leaving me completely exposed and very trapped. I could feel Christy's breasts behind me, but something felt off through the material, before I could give it thought though Sarah had risen and now stood over us.

"Good. Thanks Christy. Keep him here and make him watch, but don't let him finish... Do have your own fun though"

I managed to get a "Huh!?" out before Sarah turned sharply on her heel, udder swinging in a wild arc, and waddled off to the gate of the field to meet the waiting bull. She gingerly climbed over the fence, watching the bull the whole time. On her way down though the bull nudged her backside with his snout, knocking her sprawling into the mud. No doubt the beast was trying to get at some of her musk.

Sprawled on her back, mud covering all of her back and spattered all over her front, Sarah began to laugh. "You're too impatient!" The bull snorted as if he understood her. "C'mon then! Clean me off!" Sarah laughed as she grabbed her udder roughly by the bottom two teats and yanked it up and away from her vagina with a pleasure filled grunt and a squirt of milk. With her dirtied vagina now uncovered the bull got a full whiff of her musk and wasted no time in getting to it. His massive rough tongue began slobbering all over Sarah's vagina, providing the double service of pleasure and cleaning. Sarah began moaning and mooing almost instantly; eyes rolling around in her head. Within moments she tensed with her first orgasm, a minute later she let out a loud moo as a second one ripped through her. Clearly this was enough for the time being as Sarah lay her bare foot on the bull's head and pushed it gently away.

As she did this I got a full of view of her lovely swollen vagina. Her outer lips puffed out significantly from her body, even more so than usual; though her entrance hadn't blossomed or opened yet. It gave her a significant cameltoe. At the top of her vagina, where the outer lips met to make the clitoral hood, the lips made the hood stick up proudly a good inch into the air above the top of her vagina like I'd never seen before.

Never seen before... on a person.

Sarah's vagina was cowlike...

Me too! Especially with that cliffhanger!

I like the new addition, you've got a talent at weaving your story Max, that's for sure.

So is the dude gonna become a minotaur to match his cow wife?

Hi guys, thanks for the feedback. Trying to be a bit more regular with my updates. Here's another little snippet from our favourite cowgirl.

After a restful night, Sarah rang up Christy to tell her she would take the job. It transpired that Sarah had until the following weekend to come in for an interview. Apparently just a formality for someone of her stature. Delighted with herself Sarah strutted naked around the kitchen, as best a naked, udder laden woman could strut of course. She seemed so happy at the idea of being able to help towards the house, and to be able to show off her amazing body.

Talking through her upcoming interview, Sarah decided that she would wear her cow suit to it. The old one was so ratty at this stage that we quickly decided it'd be best to make a new one. Christy was contacted again to see if she would help, which she gladly accepted and said she would be along later that day with the required materials.

We then sat down to have our breakfast together, Sarah's chair creaking under the additional weight of her plump udder.

I poured myself a bowl of cereal. Opening the milk we had in the fridge I recoiled at the smell of it and began grumbling when I realised we had no fresh milk left. Standing up to get myself something else I realised Sarah was sitting across from me, chuckling to herself.

"Oh you silly man". She chuckled lovingly. "There's fresh milk right here". She grabbed the sides of her udder and began shaking it for emphasis. The shaking made her currently flaccid teats flop around in all directions.
Face palming and laughing when I realised she was right. Sarah stood up, pushed her chair out from the table, then leaned over and held onto the table letting her udder dangle down from her lower abdomen. Sarah smiled at me when I placed the milk jug below her udder and pulled up a stool.

"Getting full again isn't it?" Sarah remarked as I sat down on the stool. Looking at it bulging between her thighs and keeping her bow-legged I was inclined to agree. It was nowhere near as full as it was when it was first emptied however.

"Looks like I'll have to milk it for you every two or three days sweetie." I said as I wrapped my hands around two of her quickly hardening teats. Giving a sharp tug on one of her teats Sarah released a satisfied squeek.

"I won't be happy till you have to milk my udder at least twice a day", Sarah moaned in a breathy voice as I began releasing her streams of warm milk from her lovely udder.

"Twice a day huh? How will you be able to lift that thing around when it'll be full all the time?" I queried.

"Mmmhh... well I think my legs have been changing to help with that...  Ah!... they must be getting stronger... Oh-m-muuh... it's gotten so much easier to walk around since we've been to the farm." Sarah breathed between moans.

"Really!?" I remarked. Pausing my milking, much to Sarah's disappointment, I moved the stool over to her rump and had a look. She seemed to be right. Her thigh and upper leg muscles seemed bigger and a bit more defined. Must have been great for my cowgirl to be able to move around again with more freedom. Looking at her legs drew my eyes up to her beautiful bovine snatch. A small glob of milky juices had gathered at the entrance her dark puffy folds, showing her enjoyment of the milking. I smiled and moved back around to continue our session.

We continued like that for the next few minutes, chatting idly, all the while Sarah leaving out contented noises.

Once the jug was filled I stopped milking my wife, much to her disappointment, and set the jug aside. Giving me the puppydog eyes, Sarah straightened up and sat down on her chair again.

“So” I started up again. “How are we going to turn you more cowlike without the bull?”

Sarah visibly thought about it for a few moments before replying. “Well, we have the milking, I want you to milk me as often as possible. I think I’m going to only sleep in the barn from now on too.” Sarah smiled, “That should keep it moving along for now, and if we ever want another speed boost we know where to go!” With that Sarah winked and I laughed.

It wasn't long before Sarah and Christy emerged from the living room. Not wanting to be left in the dark I queried them straight away.

"So how come you're growing an udder now Christy? I didn't think your curse was like Sarah's."

Christy bit her lip coyly and grinned knowingly at Sarah before answering. "True, it was not the same curse. Until Sarah asked Peg to change me to give me the same happiness that Sarah had." Christy smiled again, ran her hands up her sides and cupped her newly forming udder from underneath. "Turns out I want an udder and be as beautiful as you Sarah."

This time it was Sarah's turn to be bashful.

"Is that the only change Christy?" I asked. She nodded her head; it seemed genuine so I didn't press the question.

Utilising the lull in conversation Sarah grabbed Christy by the hand and pulled her towards the stairs. "Come with me Christy, let me show you what we've done with the barn upstairs!"

Both of them rushed past me, giggling all the way, and moved up the stairs as fast as Sarah could manage. I left them too their fun. It was great to see Sarah having such fun with her friend. I imagined we'd be seeing a lot more of Christy from now on. I was right.

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Over the next few days we began seeing a lot more of  Christy. It seemed that, unless she was sleeping or working, that she was spending time with me and Sarah. Not that I minded, and certainly not that Sarah minded. She was happy that her friend was around more often, and that she had someone to talk about her transformation with as an equal. And talk they did.

Sarah told Christy all how the curse worked, how to speed it up, slow it down or control it in general. Christy in turn began prepping Sarah for her new job. She had Sarah parading around an obstacle course of tables and chairs in the living room to practice moving around the bar with a bulky udder. She also went through a lot of drink mixology with Sarah.

It was during one of these mixology sessions, the evening before Sarah's first day at the bar, that I had a brainwave that ended up bringing us all closer together.

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Sarah, wearing her new cowsuit, stood by the breakfast counter, vigorously shaking a white russian in a cocktail mixer. The shaking was making her udder and teats flop around in a very comical way. Christy and I, quite a few drinks in at this point, were in stitches laughing at Sarah's flopping appendage.

Not best pleased with our sniggering Sarah krinkled up her flattened nose and stuck her tongue out at us.

"If you want me to keep making white russians then stop laughing at me! I can't help my sexy jiggling." She said mildly indignantly, but mostly tongue in cheek.

"Ha, doesn't matter anyway, we're out of milk." Christy lamented. Sarah and I took one look at each other and laughed.

"We're never out of milk in this house. Not with this bag of milk..." I said slapping Sarah's fat udder playfully. Christy rolled her eyes and muttered, "Of course!". 

"Speaking of which honey", Sarah began, "I think I need a milking". She smiled and rubbed hands all over her hardening teats.

I looked at her bulging udder and she was right. Even though I had milked her only the evening before, she looked like she was bursting at the seams. The skin on her udder was taut, emphasising the bulging veins under the surface of her skin even more. Looks like Sarah was getting closer and closer to her wish of having to be milked twice a day.

"Sarah, wanna give me a go?" Christy slurred from beside me. I raised an eyebrow at her interest in milking my wife. Sarah and Christy had been quite comfortable in each other's presences in the last week, but never had Christy asked if she could milk Sarah.

Sarah gave me a nod, which I returned. "Of course Christy". She replied before gesturing. "C'mon upstairs so, back to the barn!"

Sarah led Christy up the stairs and becconed me to follow. Once in the straw filled room Sarah pulled out all of our milking equipment.

"Erm, Christy, I'd better take my cowsuit off. I don't want it to get... stained". Sarah stressed the word "stained". Christy bit her lip and nodded. Knowing to help I stepped behind Sarah and unzipped her suit for her. Pulling out of it in a practiced movement Sarah "mmmhd" at the feeling of air on her bare skin.

Sarah had confided in me that she wished she had fur already, so that she wouldn't have to wear clothes anymore. To help herself along she had stopped shaving her armpits and legs. Far be it for me to judge, I quite liked the new hair growth, boringly human though they were.

Christy's cheekes flushed at the sight of my naked wife as the moment was getting more and more charged. Sarah quickly took charge of the situation with a commanding tone.

"Husband", she began pointing at me. "Bring tools for our new milkmaid, au natural please". I bowed my head in understanding and fetched the stool and pail, no automated milker was coming out tonight it seemed. With a spin that sent all four of her teats jiggling mercilessly, Sarah turned to the frame I had build for her to lean on during milking. She was now facing away from Christy and me, and as she ascended the steps to put her at a higher level and allow access to her massive dangling appendage, we got a faceful of her bovine nether regions.

In her movement to get settled in the frame we saw her now fully black, puffy cow-lips open and close several times. Like a fish gasping for air. Catching glimpses of her open love tunnel we too saw that while the inside of her lips had turned fully black, that her channel was still very much a pink colour.

As if to confirm that it was a holstein cow that Sarah was turning into, the black skin had crept up in the past two days and turned her large pucker the purest shining ebony too. It didn't seem like it was spreading from her genitals quite yet though.

"Oh wow!" Christy gasped, she hadn't seen Sarah's vagina since the farm and it had changed considerably since. Sarah turned her head and smiled at Christy. "You have no idea how amazing it feels." She laughed. Christy turned crimson and half mumbled, "I think... I think I'd like to find out." Sarah winked, "Well then, you will eventually. Now come and milk me dry!"

Taking the proffered bucket from me Christy moved to Sarah's flank sat down on the stool. Christy sat, opened mouthed as Sarah's udder dangled in front of her. Tentatively she reached out, and taking one of Sarah's teats in either hand she pulled down sharply on them. Sarah sucked air through her teeth as the first creamy jet pinged off the bucket.

Christy let go in shock and asked. "Oh I'm so sorry Sarah! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"No". Sarah replied still through clenched teeth, "My teats can take a lot of abuse, the relief was just heavenly that's all. Come on! Don't stop now."

Reinvigored, Christy re-clasped her hands around the teats and began in earnest.

Rythmic mettalic pings became splashes as the milk pail began to fill. This music was set to a backdrop to Sarah's pleasured panting. I could tell that Sarah was trying to hold it together for Christy's sake. But around the time Christy moved to the second set of teats Sarah gave up and began moaning and mooing in earnest.

Christy became more and more flush as we went on. I could see she was beginning  to sweat as she started to adjust her neckline.

Wanting in on the fun, and knowing that Sarah would love it, I ascended the steps of the milking frame after my wife and knelt behind her. Unzipping my pants I took out my turgid member and began jacking off as I stuck my face into my wife's wide rear.

Nose parting her sodden nether lips, and a few bristly hairs scratching my face I inhaled deeply the musky, animalistic scent of my wife. Sarah coo'd at the sudden intrusion and wiggled her hips to push further into my face, setting her udder jiggling in a frenzy.

Not taking any more notice of Christy milking, i pushed my tongue out and delved into Sarah's leathery cunt. I was rewarded instantly with a glob of her musky, cloudy love juices. Eagerly I drank what she offered, all the while whacking away at myself.

I delved and delved as deep as I could into my lowing wife, drinking down the torrent of milk fluid she sent at me.

A few minutes in to this activity I felt a hand touching mine, gently, but firmly, and then it took my hard member. Before I knew what was happening I felt my penis engulfed in a warm wet mouth.

Pulling my face from my wife with a wet slopping sound, and ignoring the strands of female cum sticking to my face I looked down at the new development.

Christy had taken a second stool, and taking all of her clothes off she had joined us by lying face up across them, underneath Sarah.

With her head craned back and using a hand for guidance she was sucking me off like a champ. The other hand was firmly holding on to one of Sarah's lower hardened teats, and with it Christy was rubbing and poking her shaven pink vagina, making her two breasts and beginnings of an udder wobble like jelly on her chest.

Surprised I looked up at Sarah, who met half lidded eye contact with me and said. "It's fine honey, she can join. Now finish me off, I'm almost there."

Not looking a gift horse in the mouth I instantly delved back into Sarah's delicious vagina with gusto. I also unclenched my stomach, allowing Christy's ministrations to wash over me.

We all lasted another few minutes, slurping, sloshing and sucking. Until one by one we all climaxed and fell into a sodden heap.

Lying beside Sarah's musky, twitching, leaking, black cunt, and having my spunk licked off my penis by Christy, I thanked all gods and demons for what had brought me here. This was going to get interesting...ay smut!!!

After her first successful night at work, Sarah's mood was very chirpy. She padded around naked and barefoot through the house the next morning with a swagger in her wide hips.

Christy arrived later that afternoon shortly after milking, and after slipping into her cowsuit she and Sarah ran off to go talk shop. Wanting to leave the girls alone to their fun I decided to go get Sarah a congratulatory gift for getting a new job. Such a normal couply thing to do I thought. But chuckled at the thought of what I was getting my girl. It certainly wasn't a normal thing.

A few phonecalls and a three hour round trip in the car and I had what I was looking for. Grinning to myself as I entered to the house I couldn't wait to show Sarah.

On hearing the door open Sarah rushed to greet me. Not letting me say anything she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the barn room.

"Sarah what?..." I started before she cut me off.

"We want to show you something. See what you think!" 

In the barn room I was greeted by a surprising sight. Christy had removed her cowsuit and now sat hunched forward naked on the ground, intently inspecting her privates, covering them from my view. She looked up as she noticed me and blushed.

"Sweetie, we were checking to see if Christy's vag had started to change, and I think we've noticed something... I don't think it's a cow Christy's turning into!"

I arched an eyebrow. "Really!? Now that's interesting! What makes you say that."

Christy answered by uncovering her privates. "Because I've never been this hairy." And indeed she was right. Her pubic hair, dark, short and thick had spread all over her vagina, down to her asshole, outward touching the very inside of her thighs, and finally upwards creating a slight happy trail going to her bellybutton.

"Oh wow!" I managed at last. "When did this happen?"

"Well the hair was spreading for days, but I kept shaving it back twice a day. Every morning I'd wake up with it grown this long. There's not going to be much point in shaving soon... I didn't bother today" Christy trailed off.

Sarah Hmmm'd and voiced a question. "What about your panties for dancing on stage? You're hardly going to cover that with a granny-pannys?"

Christy let out a "Ha!" Before answering, "Not likely, I could take a week or two from dancing, serve tables with you, and wait until it grows enough that I'll never have to wear panties again." She smiled at the end, clearly delighted at the thought. It looked like the curse was affecting her mind too.

"Well," I began, "if you're not turning into a cow, what then?"

"Well, my vag hasn't changed at all yet, but going by the dark thick pubes and only the lower breasts becoming an udder, I'd say, maybe a goat of something?" She revealed. That was interesting.

"So we'll have a ungulate then..." I commented. Christy looked puzzled and said, "A what?". To which Sarah chuckled.

"Nevermind Christy." She said, giving her hand to help her friend up. "This cowgirl can't wait to have some fun with her goaty friend"...

A comfortable silence fell over us, which was when I remembered my planned gift for Sarah. "Oh Sarah! I got you something today." I rummaged through my bag until I found it, a small 50ml plastic flask, lid tightly screwed. Viscous liquid sloshing around inside. "A gift for your new job." I said while handing it over with a smile.

Sarah took the flask with wide eyes, while Christy looked on with curiosity. "Is this what I think it is sweety?" She asked. I winked at her to confirm. Excitedly Sarah unscrewed the lid with a pop and inhaled deeply. "Ooooohhh! Ohhhh that smells so good." Sarah moaned. "How did you get this?" Sarah asked.

I scratched the back of my head. "Erm, well I just pretended I was a farmer looking for some for his herd".
Sarah looked up at me. "Really!?" She giggled. I nodded. Her face then turned serious, "Hang on a minute! I remember from uncle Pete's farm. It's really expensive to buy isn't it".

I stumbled for a moment. "Well, yes! But I did look around and get the cheapest one I could."

Sarah's face softened at my panic. Reaching out with her hand she stroked the side of my face. "Thank you honey. I really appreciate it, but there's no need to waste more money on this. I change without it too."

I looked sheepish, so Sarah stood on her tippytoes, pressed her udder against me and gave my cheek a soft but cold kiss through her nose ring. "I love you sweety, thank you very much for the present. I love it." 

Sarah took a step back and hunched forward. Aligning her udder directly under her she lowered it the last bit until it was touching the ground, teats splayed in all directions. Very slowly and carefully she moved forward and sat on her udder like a beanbag. As she increased her weight on her udder her teats began to stiffen with the milk inside her bulging udder.

Sarah let out the softest of moos as she finally left all of her weight on it and spread her feet in front of her for balance. At the same time all four of her teats left out a little squirts of milk from the pressure, leaving four small trails in the hay and white fluid dripping from her stiffened teats.

Sarah looked up at me with her beautiful doe eyes up over her partly flattened nose, parted her thin lips and said. "Come here stud! I want to taste you first!".

Christy took that moment to go, "I think I may leave now." Sarah turned and stopped her. "No Christy! We talked about this, you're one of the herd now. You can stay and join if you want."

Christy smiled and settled herself back into the hay. Sarah quickly took all of my attention by fiddling with my belt and pants buckle. She grasped my hardened member in her warm hands. She gently began stroking up and down, eliciting a satisfied moan from my lips. Delighted with herself she leaned forward and licked my head playfully. Her tongue was warm and soft as always, tracing lazy circles under the glans. I sucked in air sharply through my teeth and closed my eyes at the pleasure.

Changing beat Sarah opened her mouth and leaned forward to take my member whole. The shift in pressure on her bean bag udder caused her teats to sprinkle milk again. Sarah's moan reverberated through my cock. I stroked Sarah's soft cheek with the back of my hand. Sarah redoubled her efforts as I closed my eyes and let her do her magic.

Wave after wave crashed over me until I could take no more and grunted a warning my impending flood. Sarah clamped on tight and got ready, at my first spasm she began swallowing, and didn't stop until I was fully drained. Spent I dropped to the hay onto my back.

Looking up I saw Sarah licking the last of my seed from my lips, when suddenly my view was cut off by a hairy crotch. Christy was standing over me slowly circling her clitoris with her finger. As she crouched down and got closer I could see how wet she was, her pussy made soft squelching noises as she played with herself. I could smell her arousal too. She smelled different to Sarah, sweeter and less animalistic. That would change with time though if Christy truly wanted to change. Sarah once smelled like that too.

Before long my entire field of view was engulfed as Christy sat on my face. Not really having a choice in the matter I began licking away at Christy's folds. Her hair was thankfully not long enough to cause any problems... yet.

I was reinvigorated and my penis stood erect again quite quickly, only minutes after my initial orgasm. It was just going through my mind that I was bound to get some sort of beard rash from Christy grinding her crotch into my face, when i felt the familiar warmth of Sarah's bovine vagina engulf my member in its warm slick folds.

I could feel Sarah sitting with her back turned to me, bracing herself with her hands. Her udder must have been spilled in front of her, between my and her legs.

Once positioned she began rocking back and forth; and before long she started mooing in pleasure.

Since I had already spent myself I was lasting for some time. After several minutes Christy's moans began rising in pitch until she shrieked herself through an orgasm, grinding my face hard all the way.

Exhausted she slumped off my face to the ground beside me panting, and began idly playing with her newly forming udder on her chest.

Now that Christy wasn't covering my face anymore I could see my wife clearly bouncing up and down in the reverse cowgirl position. Her wide hips and ass bouncing up and down my pole, coating it in milky love juices, and forming a pool at the base where they ran down to.

Leaning back and curling my toes I gasped at Sarah's ministrations, holding myself as best I could to last until she was done.

As Sarah's gasps moans and moos increased in pace I could see her lift up the container of bull sperm, that I'd bough, from beside her. Knowing she was close to climaxing I clenched and held on that little bit longer.

Changing pace and grinding forwards and backwards, Sarah carefully opened the container and brought it to her lips. She took a long inhale, before tipping the container back and drinking the viscous liquid.

Almost the second she finished the yellowy cum she dropped the container she let out a gasp. Sarah's hand shot under her udder and she started rapidly stroking her big black cow clitories.

Sarah gasped and screamed incredibly loudly now, orgasming. I let go and followed her within moments filling her with whatever reserves I had left.

When I came back I could see Sarah was still in the throes of a long multiple orgasm. As she slid unceremoniously, twitching and moaning from me to the floor I got up to kneeling and watched her for signs of transformation.

As she lay there smasming she moaned, " Oohhh! M-mooo! I can feel it ting... moooo! I can feel it tingling. Ah! Face!".

I watched fascinated as her thin lips began to darken. Through her hair I could see that her ears were getting more bovine like, rather than just having pointy ends. As they grew to some half and half mix between human and cow, her lips had turned fully black. The same colour as her lower parts.

Change finally over, I slumped down behind my wife and began cuddling her. She wheezed, "Best present ever!" before drifting off.

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Thanks again all of you who PM'd me with support and comments. Great hearing them. Keep them coming, this story can be quite interactive.

I'm really looking forward to the next chapter!

So much so that I made fanart: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14554366/

Thanks! To be fair, I photoreferenced that one pretty hard: I stumbled across the perfect photo.

I actually found a saucier one that will be great when Sarah's transformation gets further along!

I'm really enjoying these additions to the story, good job MadMax. The progression is going great with the transformations happening slowly which makes it more realistic, and there is a sense of how the main characters feel about the changes that works really well. ~ Cowpoke

Thanks for all the support guys. I'm glad ye're enjoying reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it.
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Peg made it in good time, arriving that very evening. She gasped as Sarah answered the door naked to her.

"Sarah you! You've changed so much... I have to ask again. Are you sure you don't want me to undo the curse?"

Sarah smiled and gestured to her widened hips and swollen udder. "Surely you should be able to tell from looking at me that this is what I want."
Peg furrowed her brow but nodded her understanding. "Very well, come here you." She pointed at me. "Show me your penis then".

A little more sheepishly than I really should have been at this point I undid my robe and exposed my dangling penis.

Peg raised an eyebrow and looked at me. "Looks fine to me champ". I looked down in confusion. "Oh, erm, I guess you don't really notice it when it's flacid..."

A pregnant pause descended as Peg's stare bored into me. It lasted several seconds before Peg realised I wasn't taking the hint and said a little exasperated. "Well make it hard then..."

Not able to just get an erection on command I hesitated, luckily Sarah was faster on the uptake than me.

She sauntered over to me, her udder swayed and her teats wobbled from side to side. She stopped infront of me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Leaning in close she pressed her warm naked body against me. I could feel my cock twitch as it was enveloped by her warm udder. As Sarah began nuzzling my neck I felt both my cock and her teats stiffen to the attention given.

With a lustful look full of future promises Sarah unravelled her arms and stepped back. Our gazes lingered before I remembered our guest and sheepishly turned to her.

Peg was blushing but had a serious and business-like expression nonetheless. She stared at my erect member for several seconds. It had just began to wilt under her intense gaze when her gaze broke and she began talking.

"It's a little pointy I suppose. Nothing out of the ordinary, but your telling me the head of yours was more flat yes?" Both Sarah and I nodded in affirmation.

Peg then turned her attention to the bag she brought with her. She began talking as she rummaged in it.

"The curse I did rewrites a persons body, piece by piece...". She pulled out several large candles on the table.

"...the speed of which is controlled by the strength of the spell..." what looked like a bouquet garni joined the candles.

"...and the mental fortitude of the person involved." She pulled out some chalk to join the other items.

Moving the coffee table out of the way she continued. "Sarah, for example rejected the curse at the start. Stopping it's effects at the time."
Hunching down she began scribbling and drawing shapes and symbols on the floor. "Now the reverse is true, ever since you've accepted your body the curse took off again. And has only accelerated recently it seems."

Standing up Peg admired her handiwork on the floor. "Way too fast really, must have been in contact with the curse creature really..." she mumbled under her breath quietly enough so we knew she was only confirming it for herself, but loud enough to make us both blush.

Holding me by the shoulders Peg guided me to the centre of the symbols and gave me a lit candle to hold. The smell was acrid and the symbols made my head swim.

"Perhaps the volatile nature of the curse may have 'rubbed-off' on whatever Sarah's been coming in contact with..."

Lighting the bouquet garni and inhaling it's fumes, Peg's head snapped back. Violenly enough to startle both me and Sarah.

Considerably calmly though, Peg leaned her head forward again. We could both see that her eyes had turned black as coal. Had we not already witnessed a lot of crazy things that year I'm sure that would have been enough to set us running.

"Aha!" Peg exclaimed, embarrassingly pointing at my crotch. "Yes, I can see now. You have been affected. I can see the change, it's very slight."

Peg's eyes cleared again to her normal brown as the strangeness and tension in thee room seemed to disappate.

Stepping forward Sarah was the first to ask a question. "Changed how? Is the curse contagious"

Peg made a face and answered as best she could. "In a way, yes, but really no... as I thought your curse has transformed him some, but it isn't contagious..."

"What does that mean? I have to stay away from my wife?" I asked, quite concerned.

Peg laughed a hearty laugh. "Ha! As if I could stop you if I tried! No! Just maybe wear a rubber from now on eh?"

"Err... okay I guess...". I answered a little unsure.

"Well if that's not encouragement enough then this might be - your testicals have shifted 'production'. You now don't produce normal human sperm anymore..."

That sunk in. I had long assumed the reason Sarah wasn't getting pregnant from our activities was because her womb was not combatible with my sperm. It looked like this situation could have changed.

It also dawned on me that that was why Sarah's foot had such a reaction to my sperm... this would put a damper on things i thought sadly. Looking at Sarah I saw a 'look' pass over her face as Peg's statement sunk in.

Soon after I left the room to leave Peg and Sarah have a catch-up. In the hallway it dawned on me that ever since it was announced that Peg was coming that I hadn't seen Christy around the house.

A quick search around the house revealed that she was not there. Trying outside, I wandered around the house and found Christy sitting naked on a garden bench facing the lower valley. At my approach she jumped and turned suddenly. On her realising it was me she calmed though and relaxed back into the bench.

At the chill of the evening air I commented as I sat. "Not cold, no?"

"Oh I am a little", she said, "But I thought it best to get out of Peg's way. She and I don't exactly see eye to eye".

I nodded in understanding and left silence descend between the two of us until she asked, "So... what was all this about? Why is Peg here?"

"Well..." I began. "It looks like Sarah's curse is mildly infectious." Christy raised an eyebrow in interest.

"Anything in prolonged contact with her fluids may too change slowly. She's not fully contagious though, it's all only through contact."

"What does that mean for you?" Christy asked. I exhaled sadly, "It means I'm going to have to start wearing a condom if I don't want a bull's penis. Or a potential pregnant Sarah"

"Bummer!" Christy exhaled. After a few moments of silence she quipped "So you don't want a bulls dick heh?"

Pushing her playfully I laughed, "You two are the one's hell bent on changing, not me."

Christy laughed and pushed me back. "Just askin'!"

A comfortable silence descended upon us for some time. Both of us lost in thought, watching the evening become night. As the chill became more apparent Christy shuffled over and rested herself against my shoulder.

"Am I crazy for moving here to turn goaty?" She suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Of course!" I replied almost instantly, before cracking into a cheeky grin.

Christy gave me a fake annoyed look and gave me another shove.

"Hey! Just calling it how I see it. Of course you and Sarah would be considered mad for wanting to turn animalistic, but that doesn't make it any less awesome."

"You like it then?" Christy motioned towards her changed groin and hairy lower legs.

"I think last night proved that Christy". I replied.

She giggled "Well then you're mad with us."

"I guess I am" I smiled.

A few more moments passed until we heard the opening of the front door, the crunch of feet on the gravel path and finally the slam of a car door.

"Peg's leaving, I think it's safe to head back inside." I commented and rose to leave. I paused when I noticed Christy hadn't followed suit. I turned and waited as she said.

"I think you guys may need a moment or two to discuss any new dynamic. I'll sleep in the bedroom if ye want the barn."

I thanked Christy and headed inside.

It didn't take me long to locate my wife, she was in the barn room lounging against a tall pile of hay, eyes lidded and idly playing with a leaky teat.

Looking at the dribbles of milk on her slightly deflated udder I figured she had been milked already. As if sensing my question Sarah slurred. "Mmmmhh! Hey honey.... Peg just gave me a good milking, said she wanted the milk for study. Feeling a little... warm now..."

Sarah "mmmm'd" again adding her second hand to the fun she was having with her teats. Wrapping her hands firmly around her top two rock hard teats she began squeezing and tugging then as beads of milk formed and fell from their tips.

I could see Sarah was loosing herself to lust again now that I was here. It would be a tricky situation. Rubbers were not something I had handy.

"Sweetie! I don't have any condoms. We should be careful!" I said not wholly convincingly.

Sarah "mooo'd" softly and sultrily as she have her teat an extra long tug, releasing a small jet of milk from it.

I cringed as I felt myself going hard. Sarah, possibly sensing weakness, took this opportunity to mix it up and lifted grabbed her lower teats and hefted her udder up, showing more of her black and white thighs.

I bit my lip as Sarah said. "C'mon big boy... come to your cowgirl."

I knew I wouldn't be able to resist, and that Sarah was too far under the spell of her curse to control herself. I had to get her off, and myself, and quickly before we ended up rutting without protection.

I weighed up my options and figured that getting her off with a hand job might be best. My hands hadn't had near as much contact with Sarah's vagina as my penis, and it had taken a long time for me to show even a single symptom on my penis. I figured getting her off that way would be safest.

"C'mon then girl. Show me your cow sex!" I growled sultrily to Sarah. She giggled and flipped over to all fours, udder slapping against the hay with a muffled thump. As I crossed the room Sarah began moving backwards and forwards, humping the air slowly, making her slick black flower open and close with wet squelches.

Once behind her I traced my fingertips over her delicate black flower. She quivered in delight at the touch.

Slowly my fingers ran up and down the tough outer skin. Sarah's snatch wasted no time getting ready. A few strokes in I could see the first glob of girlcum starting to gather.

I stopped stroking her and instead went to play with her large chunky black clit. Ever since it's transformation it stood out so much more, figuratively and literally!

Twirling it lightly with my thumb I heard Sarah gasp. Her vagina clenched shut and the forming glob of girlcum was squeezed out, dribbling down over her clit.

Now with natural lubrication provided I went back to rubbing Sarah's clit. I did it with my hand palm up underneath her hairy bush, with my thumb up assaulting her big love button.

It took no time at all for Sarah to start making girly sqeaks of pleasure and delight. Needing to get off too I pulled out my member and started whacking off furiously.

For several minutes we stayed like this. Both panting from pleasure. In the end it was me who went first. I grunted as my orgasm took over and my member began shooting cum at a ferocious rate. Jet after jet shot, flying past Sarah and landing partly on the milking stool beside the hay pile.

Sarah must have smelled my cum nearby, because as soon as it landed her head shot up sniffing the air.

Eyes glazed she began crawling over to it. Not wanting to stop her I just watched as she leaned forward and slowly and sensually licked a big glob of cum up with her tongue.

I watched, awaiting her change impatiently. She was going in for her second lick when I saw the black and white skin pattern around her thighs wrap around and fully envelop her legs, leaving no trace of pink skin below the waist.

She moo'd in pleasure as I began rubbing her clit again. As soon as the remaining cum touched her lips she began writhing in orgasm. Her hips bucked against my hand and she began screaming. Her hands shot down and began holding her stomach. We watched in amazement as the skin stretched. Just like a baloon her stomach began inflating until she had a little pot belly above her udder.

Exhausted she slumped into the hay. Holding her tummy she looked up and smiled. "Looks like I got my extra stomachs. Better switch to the ol grass from now on."

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