I loved that segment, awesome work!

Keep up the hot and steamy TF fun, and happy holidays!

Great work as always my friend.  I'm anxious to see Sarah's changes pick up again, so this was perfect timing!  Maybe she'll turn her husband into a bull after all, haha.

Sarah offered to make me breakfast the next morning. Getting the use of her hands back, now that her legs could support her additions, had spurred a flurry of activity in my wife. She left my embrace early, just before dawn, which was growing later and later as the days grew cooler.

At first she mumbled that she had to use the bathroom. Moments later I shot wide awake to the sound of crashing coming from the bathroom.

Rushing in I saw Sarah sitting on the ground, hind-legs splayed wide, her udder spilling between them and her bulging belly squashed between her chest and her udder. She was holding onto the rim of the toilet and trying to get back on her hooves. The angle of the new joints and the incompatability off hoof and tile made it all in vain.

She looked up at me with a sheepish grin. Well, as sheepish as anyone with a half bovine face could, and said, "Err. I mm-fell..."

She chuckled then and asked me to help her up, but I couldn't heave her massive bulk up alone. Instead I helped her turn over to her front and she got up on unsteady hooves from there.

Holding her arms out for support she did her best to balance on the tiles. Feeling foolish I said. "Sorry hun! I'll get some rugs put down here to make it easier."

She smiled and said "Thank-mmoooooo". Her smile dropped for a moment with a nervous look, then she smiled again and leaned in. When she was in kissing distance instead of puckering her strong tongue suddenly flicked out from her half-formed muzzle and covered half my face in slobber.

Sarah pulled back giggling. "Y-mmoo-ur the bmm.. best! For nmmoow I'll just mm-wee outside."

She patted my face and pushed past me, getting far more steady and confident on her steps once she got off the tiles.

I let her leave by the back door before I went to the window to creep on her a little. I saw her wandering around the grass for a few moments, shawl and wooly green cardigan wrapped around her torso to keep of the chilly morning. She stopped a little ways from the house and slowly squatted down, thick leg muscles rippling. She threw her udder out in front of her to keep balanced as it slapped to the floor.

Hands holding her hips I watched as she arched her back, making her black leathery cunt wink open to reveal it's soft pink interior. Water vapour coiled in the cold morning air from her interior for just a moment before a stream of transluecent piss shot forth, spraying all over the grass and rasing even more trails of water vapour.

Slowing to a trickle Sarah waited a good few moments before sure that no more drips would fall.

As Sarah dropped on all fours and crawled forward to have her breakfast I snuck back to bed  for a snooze with a smile on my face and a raging boner in my pants.

In a drawing mood: more DPR fanart: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18915738/

Hmm.  A very curious development!  Does Kate have some ulterior motive of getting on their good side and escaping, or is she genuinely trying to get away?  And Caroline's long-term effects of being exposed to Sarah's milk is rather exciting too!

Can't wait for more!

One of the best drawings of Sarah yet! Very well done!

Excited to be back at work, Sarah sat up in the front seat with me on the drive to work. Even though she was wedged uncomfortably between the dash and the seat by her massive udder she smiled happily.
Raising her muzzle up her nostrils flared as the sharply sucked in air. "Smmmooo-ells in here". She commented.
I laughed and jerked my thumb back at the half-goat sitting restlessly in the back, playing with her long rubbery teats. "Someone was gushing all over the place in here last night. Think we'll never get that smell out."
Christy didn't even look up, probably not hearing us in her own world. It was a little sad that her constant horniness made it difficult to have any conversations with her. She was very happy though, so you couldn't really fault her.
She had gone with no clothes tonight after failing miserably to put on a bra with her hoof hand. To be fair her fur and tail covered everything up except her long nipples and her ass when she bent over, which would probably happen a lot...
Sarah was wearing clothes, however, she had found and put on a "milkmaid" outfit. It looked lovely on her, though a little ill-fitting with her missing breasts and large belly. She had also taken time out tonight to do some eye make-up and to fix her hair into a long braid that sat over one shoulder. It looked very cute compared to the usual tangled mess her hair had been lately.
After helping her out of the van once at our destination she was warmly welcomed by Harry. Before she knew it she was back behind the bar mixing drinks for many friendly, inquisitive patrons who were asking how she was getting on.
Christy had wasted no time once arriving, she made her way to the main area, picked out one of her lays from the previous night and pulled the blushing boy backstage for some fun. From there on, just like the previous night, there was a constant stream on men, waiting for an animalistic fuck, queueing to have a go with Christy.
I made small talk with many patrons, including one man who swore Christy was the best fuck he'd ever had, and wondered how it was living with her that we didn't just fuck all day long. I laughed and said it wasn't far from the truth.
Just then, from behind me I heard a familiar voice "Hahaha! Jesus! That's quite something to share!"
I turned back around to be greeted by Caroline’s large smile. She was wearing jeans and a pink woollen sweater, very casual. Christy's patron excused himself politely and left and I turned to greet her.
I could see she was looking over my shoulder, so I turned back to see what she was looking at. Christy had come back out of the backstage for a moment to pick her next charge. Even from here I could see that her fur, especially that which enclosed her crotch, was absolutely dripping with pearlescent cum.
"Ha! Just as horny as our ol' nanny!" Caroline chuckled. I turned with a raised eyebrow. "Oh! I grew up on a farm with 3 sisters, we had a nanny and a billy, amongst many animals... probably saw more goats fucking than you have, randy buggers!" She gave me a playful punch. I laughed and added, "Ahh but you've never fucked one I bet!?"
She laughed loudly and heartily. "True! God! Well this is an odd conversation!" Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye she inquired, "So, how did it come to a man fucking a half goat and having a half-cow wife? Does she not get jealous?"
I explained that Sarah was okay with it, seeing as how cows aren't monogamous she had said it would be un-cowlike for her to make her bull so.
Caroline, intrigued, asked a bit more about our life. Happy to share I was as honest as possible, talking about our routines, how the curse worked and various other bits and bobs.
Some time passed as we chatted when the sound of clopping hooves announced the arrival of my large transformed wife. She greeted Caroline kindly and clumsily sat on a creaking chair beside us.

I could see Caroline getting excited, her breathing had increased and she looked a little flush. “Hey Sarah! It’s good to have you back! Hey did…”

Knowing the question I interrupted, “Yeah I asked her about your request, she’s happy to oblige!”

Sarah nodded her head happily, nose-ring and cow ears flopping around with every movement. “Do you mmooo… want it nmmmoooww?” She asked. Caroline bit her lip and tucked her brown straight hair behind her ear.

“Err… Yes! Might as well! No point in waiting!”

I motioned for the hall and added, let’s go get a little privacy. I helped my wife back to her hooves, marvelling at how much taller her new stance made her. Before I was a full head taller than her, now we looked each other directly in the eye.

Sarah lead the way taking us through the double doors of the auditorium and into the halls. The first door to a side room we opened gave us an eyeful of a large fat man pounding a bleating goat-lady from behind. With a stuttered apology the door was quickly shut again. Though the man had panicked to being busted, Christy had not noticed our presence at all.

The next room, a changing-room, yielded better results, and was spacious and empty.

Walking inside the room I saw the twinkle of mischief in Sarah’s eyes. Hiking up her maid’s outfit she revealed her heaving, straining, and now leaking udder. Stooping low she lowered herself until the dangling teats of her udder touched the floor, leaving little trails of milk behind them.

“S-mmmooo… You want mmmooo.. my milk? I’ll hmm… happily give y-mmooo-u some. But here!”

She stood lifting her udder off the ground again, and grabbed a teat with her powerful arms and shook it at Caroline, flicking milk all around with every motion.

“If you mmoooo… want it, y-mmooo-u have to dmm… mmm.. mmmmooo!” I could see Sarah was getting excited, affecting her speech.
“MMmm… drink it fffmmm… from here!” she finally spat out waggling a fat teat in her hand.

I could see Caroline hesitate for a moment. She tucked her long bangs behind her ear. “Are you sure!? That seems… kind of personal and private?” She glanced between me and Sarah, I shrugged and Sarah simply shook her head.

“Nnnmm-no! I loooove the mm-mmoo feeling. I take it whmmm when I canmmm…” She waggled two teats at her this time. On in each hand, milk dribbling from each one.

Caroline bit her lip, “I’m not going to get it any other way am I?” Sarah shook her head.

“Okay…” She sighed, uncertainty in her voice. “I’ll try to enjoy this…”

Slowly she leaned in, hunching first, but then changing her mind and kneeling in front of Sarah’s wobbling teats. Slowly she reached out, fingers brushing lightly against a floppy teat. As if awakening a penis, the teat began rising and hardening as Sarah’s blood began pumping. I could see the thick veins, bulging under the skin, pulse with Sarah’s excited beating heart.

Daintily, Caroline reached out and wrapped one hand around the teat. Puckering her lips she leaned the last inch, pressing the tapered tip against her lips. Sucking she latched onto the first two inches or so and began slowly massaging the teat with her hand.

Two or three massaged pumps in I saw her throat twitch and heard her swallow. Sarah moo’d very softly as Caroline paused and “Mmm’d” in approval at Sarah’s warm milky fare.

Initial trepidation aside Caroline began to suckle in earnest, sucking harder and harder with each minute. Sarah of course was loving it, Mooing and rubbing herself, leaving out her first gasp as Sarah’s first teat, sucked dry, popped with a wet smack from Caroline’s mouth, who then immediately switched teats and continued on.

Not wanting to scare away Caroline I managed to restrain myself and forced myself to ignore my raging hard-on, however bad it strained against my pants.

A minute or two later, Caroline, coming up and gasping for air burped loudly while rubbing her distended stomach. She had drank at least 2-3 litres of Sarah’s milk in one go at that stage.

“Oooh… You guys I don’t feel well…” She rubbed her stomach again gently. “Maybe I overdid it a little…” Looking mildly queasy she stood up. Sarah looked disappointed at cutting everything short and moaned but Caroline insisted.

“Really, I think I’d puke if I had any more…” She looked like she meant it. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out four twenties. She shoved them into my hand and said “Thanks! I know I overdid it! So keep the change…”.

She went to leave, but paused at the door, eyes fluttering for a moment and rolling her shoulders in a way that suggested her chest was at her. No doubt the start of her new breast growth.

“I eh… I’ll see you guys soon…”

And with that, she was gone.

Hey thanks man! Always glad to hear of fans!

Keep it up, guys!

Caroline’s sudden departure left us a little lost for words, and Sarah more than a little frustrated at not getting release and fidgeted with the hem of her dress for a few moments. I noticed then that even though she had showered and cleaned in advance of coming to cork, she was starting to give off a musky smell again, its origins no doubt from what was happening between her legs.

No longer concerned about trying to behave in front of Caroline I smiled a wicked grin at my Sarah and went to embrace her. I was cut short, however, by a rapid knock on the door and a familiar face peeking in. Harry stood there smiling awkwardly.

“Sorry guys. But break’s over I need you inside Sarah. Things are getting busy!” Sarah nodded in understanding, cow ears and nose ring flopping around as she did so. As she passed me she paused to peck me on the cheek, or at least she attempted to. Her half-muzzle and wider mouth meant she mostly just slobbered on me. Giggling to herself she returned to work.

Several hours later we arrived home, with the girls exhausted from a long evening. Both for different reasons. Sarah from being on her feet… hooves… all evening, and Christy from so much sex that we had to give her a quick shower to hose the worst of the juices off her. She was calmer than the last time I had driven her back, clearly she had been fucked well enough this time to sate even her new voracious appetite.

As we all piled out of the van I noted and was surprised to see Kate’s car sitting in the driveway and the lights of a fireplace flickering against the inside of drawn curtains by the living room windows.

Intrigued Sarah and I went inside as Christy wandered off to her room to go collapse. We found Kate curled up in pink velvety Pyjamas sitting on the couch, a cup of steaming tea between two fidgeting hands.

At our entrance, Kate rose. “Hi guys…” Instantly I knew something was up. Kate looked very worried, her eyes had a harrowed look, and I noticed that as she nervously brushed her hair behind her ear her fingernails had the look of having been bitten short. I had never seen her bite her nails before.

“Guys I might be in trouble!”, and that was when she began to cry.

It took her a while to get through the story, but apparently some drinking buddy of Stephen’s, someone whose name Kate didn’t even know, had reported him missing. The police, originally searching his haunts and Kate’s house where he had been living came up empty. Their next step was of course to track down and come knocking on the door of Kate’s temporary home.

They had treated her with abject suspicion, and Kate admitted that she had been so caught unawares by the visit, and was generally such a bad liar that the investigating officers saw right through her and knew she knew more than she let on.

Short of arresting her they had taken her details and asked her to come to the station tomorrow to give a full account of her whereabouts during select dates and provide alibi’s where she could.

Kate agreed, but as soon as they left had thrown an overnight bag together and driven the two hours out towards our house, knowing that the police wouldn’t be able to find it with the wards on it.

She had thought about getting Stephen and Anna turned back, mind wiped and sent on their way. But a quick call to Peg had scuppered that idea. Stephen and Anna’s curse didn’t act like Sarah’s or Christy’s, it couldn’t be reverse by magic or will of the curse. It would run its course and that was that, and Peg was unsure if she could do anything after yet. Similarly, the mind wipe would be difficult, Peg explained that anything with memory deletion was very imprecise and erasing memories was very pot luck. That and Peg had never performed any such spells, being mostly a practitioner of transfiguration with a side of charms and illusions..

All of this left Kate, in her own words, “Up shit-creek without a paddle.”
“Stupid! I’m so bloody stupid! Why did I think kidnapping him was a good idea!?” She lamented still waving her hands above her. She had taken up residence lying across the couch as her head rested on the swell of Sarah’s massive udder.

She checked the time on her wristwatch, “Jesus! 6 a.m.… well at this rate I won’t even be making it to the police station on time”. Her hands fell to her sides, despondent. “I’m so sorry for dragging you guys into this.” She paused for a moment.

“Guys, can I… can I lay low here for a while? I just, I’ve nowhere else that’s safe?” She looked very vulnerable at that moment. Dark eyes wide and pleading, flicking between Sarah and me. Sarah smiled kindly at her and rubbed her hair. “Of cmmmoooo-course you can”. Kate smiled, a genuine thankful smile.

We chatted for a little while longer, Kate insisting that she would take the couch, even when Sarah offered to sleep in the converted barn. We also had a conversation about our charges downstairs. Kate decided eventually, exasperated that if she was going to be stuck hiding here for a while she may as well try to make her peace with Anna at least, and agreed to bring her upstairs and to try to be more honest with her.

Finally calling it a night, just as the first rays of sunlight peaked through the window and the embers in the fire finally went out, Kate tucked up on the couch and me and Sarah collapsing into our bed. Neither of us knowing that hundreds of miles away, someone else, who would become very intertwined with our lives was also just falling, exhausted, to bed.

Gah! Bright light!

Christy awoke with a start as a raven, loudly screeching, flew past window. Turning over on top of her sheets she looked at her clock. It was coming up to noon.

Must get up. God I’m very hungry. And sore…

Making an upset face she ran her arms down to her battered goat sex and tried to gently pull her lips apart, forgetting that her finders had turned to hard, black, hoof.

Aah! Ow! Stupid! Too much sex for me. None today so!

Getting up from the bed she wobbled for a moment on her feet, bleated udder swinging like a pendulum. Bloated udder sandwiched between her legs, making her upright movement more and more difficult by the day, she waddled over to the full length mirror in her room. Taking herself in in the mirror from top to bottom she smiled. Her long, golden blond hair, one of the only remaining human features on her head, cascaded in matted messy curls down around her muzzled face and square pupiled eyes. Nostrils flaring she turned her head, noting the very fine fuzz that was growing under her chin and up from her neck to her cheeks. It wasn’t fur, and was not very noticeable unless close, but it was definitely starting to grow in.

Moving down from her head she noted that almost every patch of fur on her body, from that running along her shoulders and down her spine, to the hair encircling her udder and waist, was very matted in patches. She giggled as she remembered.

Dirty girl! So much cum!

Even after being cleaned up by the others last night it was still noticeable what had happened. She had protested heavily to being cleaned at the time, but was overruled to prevent the van from getting destroyed. Suddenly remembering that great injustice done to her gathered cum trophies Christy pouted to herself.

So mean. I want that cum all over me…

She looked up again at that mirror, nipples and teats hardening as she gave them a quick flick with her hoof-hand.

Hah! Still can! Billy has lost, eh… lots of cum!

Delighted she padded out of her room on bare feet, pausing only for a moment struggle a little with the door. Passing the open door of the bathroom she chuckled to herself. For the past week she had been going outside, squatting in the field or behind bushes to do her business. It felt so liberating, so free, so right, but most importantly, so base and animalistic. It felt great to just let go of her former self and give in to that animal that was taking over more and more.
She had been careful initially not to let the others see in case they gave out to her, but after witnessing Sarah doing the same thing yesterday afternoon she decided there was no point in being sneaky.

Padding through the gold morning grass she found a spot a dozen or so yards from the side of the house with the billy tied up, squatted and relieved herself quickly, shuddering in delight at the feeling. The billy, nose twitching at the smell of his approaching nanny, got to his feet just as she reached him.

“Eeehhh. Tro-o-ophy!” Christy bleated at him as he tried to nuzzle his way under her udder.

Ow no! Still sore! Just want cum trophy back!

Christy pushed him away and got on all fours underneath him sticking her head under his swollen balls and gasping at the feeling of having the sweaty appendage sit on her face. She gently nuzzled as the red poker slowly emerged, filling her with delight and gratitude at being, in her mind, the world’s happiest woman.

Taking its tip into her muzzle and holding the sheath as gently as she could with her appendages, she began to suckle him. The billy began to buck under Christy’s ministrations, causing him to pop from her mouth once or twice as she stopped to steady him before eagerly continuing.

The moment Christy tasted the first jet of that delicious salty snack she pulled the billy free with a happy gulp and moan, and let the rest of his viscous yellow cum splash all over her face and chest.

Careful not to hurt herself Christy giggled as she rubbed the smelly mess into her skin and fur.

There! Much better! Like last night.Ooohh! Tingly!

She exhaled happily as she watched new, thick, grey, hair-follicles push though their way the mat of cum caked all over her chest. Slowly spreading down from the existing fur on her collarbones it grew out like a wave, encircling her swollen breast-teats and covered the top of her chest in fur. Leaving only from the bottom of her rib-cage down to her rising happy-trail hair-free on her.

Mmm. Better!!!

I hope the next installment comes soon!  Sarah needs her own tail, lol.  Or better yet, Caroline might be cowing it up soon herself hmm?

The next two weeks passed without much happening in the house. Stephen moped around the basement. Not talking to anyone, or anyone talking to him. He spent his hours just playing videogames.
Anna too, moped around the house, she was relatively okay when talking to Sarah and me, but was still curt whenever Kate tried to engage her in conversation, which was understandable, especially considering we still couldn’t get a hold of Peg to reverse the horniness curse. Though Stephen had fallen prey to his urges already and now sported furry balls, Anna had thus far held on. Though out of respect for her and to not make things difficult we refrained from walking naked around the house anymore, even making sure Christy dressed every day.  She still slept in the basement room she shared with Stephen, more out of necessity than anything else. Our little home was getting very cramped.

Kate had graduated from a couch to a roll-up futon that I had bought in town one day, along with a long list of clothes for her, finally updating her wardrobe from the scant few items she had taken with her when fleeing the police. She spent most of her time keeping up with scholarly articles on veterinary, and playing games with Sarah. She was also lamenting the loss of her practice, her colt, and her dog. Which had all been taken into shelters after her disappearance.

Christy was still going to work most nights. All signs of being a barwoman or performer had gone out the window as her changes progressed. She now lived for sex and having fun with her new body. Despite earlier talk of her Billy being better than people at sex, she sure was having mountains of sex with normal hot-blooded men. Lines of them would hang all over her, showering her with drink and gifts whenever she turned up at work. She loved the attention, giving them all her time, and her body. Most nights ended up with some sort of orgy going on in a back room, before Christy would stumble out, bow-legged and dribbling cum from most orifices, whereupon Sarah and I would clean her up and take her home. Though she hadn’t had sex with her Billy, at least as far as we knew, her changes were still progressing slowly, but surely. Fur had begun to grow in on her face, slowly creeping up her neck, under her chin, dusting her cheeks and forming a fine layer on her muzzle. More and more she resembled a goat every day. Also, I was unsure if it was my imagination, but Christy seemed to have shrunk at least an inch or two in those two weeks.
I too had found myself more and more enticed by Christy’s animalistic form. While always attracted to her as a human, the more and more Goaty she turned, the more I wanted to just rut with her. I suspected something magical was going on, explaining the scores of men who courted her every night, but I didn’t care enough to stop me having the occasional “tumble in the hay” with her. Sarah didn’t mind of course. Especially since most of my attention was on my beautiful wife.

Sarah too had changed more over those two weeks. We had taken precautions during sex, always wearing rubbers, nonetheless, just like Christy, her willingness to change fuelled her transformation. The fur around her ankles had spread up her leathery legs, now as far as her mid thighs. Every day it seemed an inch or two higher, which filled her with immense joy watching it unfold. We still had to milk her twice a day, emptying her swollen udder, spurt by spurt, moo by moo into milk pails, which were then usually thrown down the drain. Most times I did the milking, though Kate often stepped in, wanting to be helpful around the house. Once Anna even tried it, saying she had never milked a Cow before, before then blushing and apologising to Sarah for insinuating she was a Cow.
This made Sarah laugh as she insisted that Anna call her a cow. “I’m nnmmooo human anymmooo… anymore!”. She had responded happily.

I had installed many rugs into the bathroom in an attempt to make things easier for Sarah to go. She still used the loo for poos, but had given up on pissing in a toilet and was now just squatting in the field. Secretly I found this base and sexy, but I hadn’t told her that.

Sarah worked almost every night at the bar again, waiting tables, hefting barrels of beer around and serving behind the bar. She was happy there. It gave her some needed social release and kept the money flowing in, now that Christy didn’t work properly anymore. We had tried to get Christy to charge for all of the men having sex with her, though her horniness and lack of caring made that a fool’s errand.

The evenings too had become shorter, though the mild climate in the valley kept the worst of the chill away. Winters in these parts were short, wet, and quite mild. So much so that we had started saving up for a greenhouse. Sarah’s plan to turn our land into a farm was finally starting to happen, and this is where Sarah and I spent most of our time.

Initially we had been a little lost about how to build greenhouses, check soil pH and mineral content of the soil, determine the right kind of crops, suitable for that soil etc. But we had made do with literature initially, and then thanks to the help of our newest friend, Caroline.

Caroline had turned up at the bar two nights after drinking Sarah’s milk and thanked us profusely. She then sported solid B’s which had turned to D’s with two further rounds of suckling from Sarah’s udder over the weeks. After the “session” which had grown her nubs into pert and bouncy C-cups, Sarah and Caroline had started talking again, during which Sarah remembered an off-hand comment Caroline had made about growing up on a farm.

She confirmed that, although she worked in industry now, that she had been born and raised on a farm, eldest of four and had spent all of her youth helping and working on the family farm. She gave us many pointers, helped us choose the right kit, the right equipment, and gave sage advice every night as we found out what needed to be done to successfully grow crops.

It was during one of those chats at the bar that Sarah invited her to our house for the first time. Halloween was looming, two nights away. With so many glum people in our house Sarah was adamant on cheering everyone up and was organising a party. She had been making a lot of secretive calls and conversations with someone over the past week. I assumed it was about the party and didn’t want to spoil the surprise, so I stayed out of it. After getting her invitation from Sarah, Caroline, intrigued with our life and stories of our home, accepted to “Try something different”.