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A Problem To Be “were” Of
By Tigeras

Most people only think of werewolves when it comes to lycanthrope. Though the most common, there are different types of “weres” around: werewolves, were tigers, were rats, and were sharks. My name is Melony and I too am a were, but not one of those listed. I’m a were cow. Don’t laugh! It’s not by choice, unlike most were who are bitten and afflicted, I was born as a were; though it didn’t come into play until I reached maturity.

It’s also painful when it starts, but once it gets underway, some of the transformation is exhilarating. Don’t believe what the movies tell you either, you keep your conscious mind in both forms and except for having to battle the primal urges your animalistic form has, you’re basically in control all of the time. There is one thing that you have to be careful of though; it is possible to get caught halfway. That’s what happened to me.

Perhaps I should describe myself in both forms and about my changes first. I am 23 years old and have been changing since I was 15. I’m pretty heavy set. I stand 5’6” and weigh 192 lbs, but it’s not all fat or such, though I am a bit pudgy around my tummy, my breasts are a rather large 42 J and that’s not one of those porn-star inflated figures. My hair is a light brown and I have a decent tan. In my cow form, I gain a lot of weight. My udder is usually huge and almost always full, hanging between my rear legs. My arms change into frontal legs, but with the ability to bend at the “knees” either direction. I grow two small horns from the top of my head. I keep my hair and grow some in a small tuft at the end of a tail that grows from the base of my spine.

When the changes first begin, I get a tingling feeling all over. The slight pains I go through start as my two horns throb and grow through my skin on my head. My middle 3 fingers on each hand merge and harden into hooves, although my pinkies and thumbs remain free at the beginning. My tail stretches out and grows to its full length. My feet turn into hooves and my weight seems to shift to my legs and tummy and back, forcing me onto all fours. My breasts pull inwards to make my chest flat. All the nerves are being manipulated and it’s very pleasurable. It’s almost as if my breasts are moving down my body as I see a huge mass forming just above my groin area in the shape of one huge breast. My new nipples form and split to make four and they grow into cow-like teats. My skin then takes on a white-tan mix as the transformation nears its completion. Once done, I look like any other cow and can only moo, losing the ability to talk, but I can still hear and feel.

When I first changed, I thought I was losing my mind, that is, until my parents walked in. Mom looked like one of the aforementioned were tigers and my father looked almost like a minotaur. They shook their heads and I watched as they forced themselves back into human form. They then told me how to do it and it took a few months to perfect, but I could. The next day, they explained to me what they were and what I was, saying I was a were, but somehow because mother couldn’t express milk, I was given cow’s milk as a baby and it affected me, making me a were cow.

I always looked forward to the change at that point of my life. It felt like an orgasm at times and since I hadn’t had sex yet, it was the greatest feeling in the world. As I grew older and dated more, the changes seemed to get in the way. I was dating a guy I really liked only days ago when I felt the change starting. I knew he wouldn’t understand so I tried to force it to stop, and that was a big mistake.

I went into the bathroom as quickly as I could when I felt the tingle. As the change was beginning to complete itself, I used all my will power to force myself back to a human. At first, I was overjoyed seeing my hands return to normal, as well as my feet and skin color.. but then it happened. My tail wouldn’t grow back nor would my horns. I figured I could hide my tail in my pants and my tiny horns under my hair. I kept concentrating and watched my udder disappear and my breast swell out in a large lump. But it was too large!! As my human breasts began to form from the lump, a second set formed! It was like my transformation but in reverse! Instead of my human breasts merging and moving down my body to become my udder, my udder moved up and became human breasts... 4 of them! I was equally as shocked to see not just one nipple on each breast, but 4.. 4 very large teats on each breast! As if each breast was a tiny udder and they were sensitive. There was no way I could hide this problem! I called up my mother on the cell phone in my pocket and explained what happened and she said there was nothing I could do for my condition. Once a transformation starts, you must let it finish before trying to change back else you’d be caught in a mid-transformation for the rest of your life.

So I sat there for a good 10 minutes crying to myself, having messed my life up. I’m now permanently a 4-breasted cow-girl and I get through each day as best as I can. My teats, now 16 of them, swell up when I need to be milked. My breasts, when needing to be drained, swell up to nearly a 42 RR and it’s hard to move until they are emptied. When they are being milked, the pleasure is so intense, I could orgasm 10 times in a row and it’d not feel as good as being milked. As for my date, he did open the door to find me, and he did understand. Turns out he’s a were too... and my big tiger LOVES milk! Funny how things can work out for the better, isn’t it?