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Pillow 31 - Milkshaked (illustrated TF tale)
🕑 Added 2022-10-21 10:57:52 +0000 UTC(Man into cow-TG)*
Light slashed the darkness as Darren opened the fridge door.
The man leaned forwards to inspect the interior. His skin smelt of soap, he was just wearing underwear and sandals, having come out of the shower looking for something to satiate his thirst.
Darren smacked his lips, looking around, his eyes stopped when he saw the milkshake cup… on Devin’s shelf. Devin was his older twin sister, older by a whole minute as she loved to remind him. She often told him not to touch the food and drinks on her shelf and Darren had equally often disregarded such demands.
This time was no different.
With a wide smirk Darren grabbed the cup and closed the door.
“Thank you, sis!” he gloated.
With the cup in hand he moved from the kitchen into the living room, it was a lofty two storey penthouse, most of the outer walls were large windows. Darren was home alone that afternoon. on the city skyline the sunset was slowly giving way to the night. The chattering of the late news was coming from his phone, which he had left on the table, near to the towel he had used after his shower.
“...has been declared guilty after all the evidence showed he had taken seventeen million dollars from the public transport fund for the construction of a beach house in Florida,” said the controlled woman’s voice from the device. “Now, the local news for the Baltimore area,” the newswoman continued. “Bella Tanner, a thirty six year old lawyer well known for having participated in the last mayoral elections, yesterday suffered a hormonal outburst and metamorphosed into a cow during a meeting with members of the legal firm she named after herself. One of her interns filmed this short clip of the events.”
Sounds of snapping bones and ripping clothes began to echo around the living room, followed by a long low bellow, then Bella’s inhumanly deep voice babbling.
“Muuuuuh toooooits so duuum fuuuuull! Why nuuuune of you muuuulk meeeeh, cuuuuuckless boooostards! MOOOOOOOO! Woit! Youuuuu filmuuuuu me?! STOP! STUUUUP! RIGH MUUUUH! I WILL FUUUURIE YOOOOOOOOH!”
A crash, screams and more angry bellows.
Darren shook his head.
“Women will be women until they aren’t anymore by using that Shift Inc. crap,” he chuckled, thinking out loud. “How dumb would you have to be to do that to yourself? Now… Come to think of it, didn’t Devin say she had bought one of those hormonal thingies? A bovine-something-something… Hmph! Hope that duffos ends up transforming herself too, it would be pretty freaking funny! At least as a cow she would only be a bother to the farmer!”
He laughed and began to suck on the straw, drinking the milkshake as the newswoman continued talking in the background.
“...Takecare Insurance took charge of the situation, ensuring the former lawyer’s well being after the transformation and arranging for her transportation to a nearby dairy facility. Her husband declared he planned to take legal action, but so far no more accusations have been disclosed…”
“Hmmmmm…” Darren nodded, mindlessly sucking and chewing the straw, he was heating up. “You’re gonna mate with a lot of beefy bulls from now on, aren’t ya, Bella…? Stuuuuuupid lucky cow… only having to worry about… milking and fuuuuuucking…”
The newswoman’s voice became a muffled background buzz.
Darren was getting lost in the aphrodisiacal taste of the milkshake, the softest mix of chocolate and milk to ever grace his throat. It made his blood rush, his pupils dilated and his brain… fogged with enticing thoughts of uppity women getting reduced to livestock…
His penis had gotten hard… very hard…
He had never had that impressive of a penis, but his cock was reaching absurd proportions inside his underwear. Not just the phallus itself, but his scrotum too, growing heavy and full, a new pair of protuberances, it felt like having three cocks.
A bulge formed at the front and in the rear too, another new lump sprouting and thickening from the end of his spine. Darren didn’t care, at least not yet, he had an idiot's smile on his face as he kept drinking. His ears slowly stretched through and out of his long blond hair, long and round…
Those ears shook and suddenly were coated in short black fur…
They seemed…
Bovine…
“Hmmmmuuuuuhhhh…” Darren mumbled. “So gooooooooooood,” he wished the milkshake could last forever. His rear was gradually expanding, his whole body in fact, that, combined with swelling bulges on the front and back of his pelvic area began to tear and rip his underwear, but he still didn’t care. “Mooore! Want mooore…!” He began to tiptoe, slightly slipping out of the sandals. Above his over inflated ball sack an intense heat was focussed in the skin, a drilling, mind blowing lust that flared all of Darren’s senses. “Me…” he snorted, his cow ears standing up tall. “Me… WANT… MOOOOUUUUUUUHREE!”
Darren took a step forward, bellowing out his lust.
His fingers lost their grip of the milkshake, the cursed cup crashed and splashed to the floor.
A loud ripping sound soon followed.
On his rear flesh gave birth to a cunt that would birth calves.
He stood confused for a while, his ears flickering, his vision flashing… and the changes continued progressing…
“Uh…? Uh…?” the guy babbled looking behind him.
With a puzzled expression he grabbed the cow tail and pulled.
“Uh?!”
He pulled - and felt it on his pine. His body continued expanding rapidly , completely tearing his underwear. He took another couple of steps forward, losing his sandals, yet, despite being barefoot, he still felt as if there was something between the floor and his feet.
Something that clopped.
“Are those HUUUUUUUVes?!”
Darren began to panic, pulling at the tail, snorting.
“What’s wroOOOOoooong?!” he cried… and stopped… because he finally saw his crotch… and how much his cock had been deformed.
“Muuuuuu!”
Pink, vividly pink and veiny, it was still swelling between his thighs. His scrotum had developed a pair of teats and the weight of his balls had been replaced by… something else…
He left the tail swinging freely and grabbed his cock, feeling a pulse of pleasure.
“MOOOOOOH!” Darren squeezed, it didn’t feel hard, or at least not as hard as a penis should.
The pressure grew, he grew, his swollen cock shrank slightly to match the other teats in the udder. The glowing heat under the tail, his tail, near his anus, screaming, begging for attention. Fingers had started to feel numb when he moved them towards that heat, terrified of what they would find.
He touched blindly with what was becoming a hoof in the making, he held his breath, the leathery exterior… the wet inner warmth… The hoove slipped inside the tight clench, there was a squish, a chill rushed up his spine, turning into fireworks in his brain and fear in his mouth.
“NO! NO!” his lower hooves stepped on the milkshake cup, splashing more milk around. Darren stared at the milkshake while his fingers fused into double digit hooves, he already knew what was going on, but didn’t want to admit it, as if denying reality would save him when he was already on his way there. “Cuuuuuuuuunt!” he said through gritted blocky teeth. “COOOOOOW CUUUUUUUUUUNT!”
A pattern of fur was sprouting across his tense skin, white and black, his skull pushed outwards and his face became a muzzle. His chest barrelled, Darren waved his lengthening arms and his snapping wrists, in a desperate attempt to combat the cracking in bones that wanted him to fall.
His weight was now way beyond human, he tried to move away from the cup, barely able to stand up, barely able to be mistaken for a man. As if teaching him a lesson for wanting to deny the obvious truth, his tail slapped his pussy, pleasure vibrated and he cried.
“NOOOOOO! MRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! I DUN’T WANNA! THIS AINT FAIR! IT’S DEVIN’S FAUUUUUUUUULT! DEVOOOOOON! MRUUUuuuuuUUUUU! IT’S DOOOOOOVIIIIIIIINS! FOUUUUUUUUUUUUHMMMMMMMMMM!"
No person nor beast can defeat gravity just on a sorry whim.
What must happen, happened.
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
With a long bellow, perhaps the longest bellow, Darren dropped down onto all fours, to be sealed into that state for the rest of his life. His udder was shaken violently by the heavy landing down onto four hooves, the shaking strong enough to finally split what was once a singular cock into two teats.
Curses, anguish, panic, indignation, anger, frustration, all in the forms of moos as every attempt to stand up failed.
That long blond hair was quickly lost.
A neck that grew thicker as the cow grew fatter, speech making less and less sense.
“AMMUUUUUUU! AMMMMOOOOOOOOOOO! AMMMMMMMH MOOOOOOOON! AM AAAAAH MUUUUUUN!” Darren gave a hefty grunt. “AM MOO MAAAAAN!” was she?
Words that were spoken by a fat cow’s mouth, in a fat cow’s head, a fat cow with a full udder and a needy cunt. Changes were making certain that nobody would ever again make the mistake of thinking that Darren was what she wasn’t: A human male.
Holstein fur had claimed every single inch of skin, a skull that was completely reshaped into a bovine’s - that lacked horns, a bloated body and the fit muscles of a healthy young heifer. Her protests mattered not at all in the presence of the growing pressure in her udder.
How did she dare make fun of a sister with such a need not so long ago?
She squeezed the cup with her hoof.
“MUUUUUUUUUILK!” she mooed. “MUUUUUUUULK MUUUUUUU! MOOOOOLK! MOOOOILK MEEEUUUUH! MUUUUUUULK! MRUUUUUULK! MRUUUUUUUUUH! MROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
There was no grace to Darren’s final human babble, she mooed about milk and being milked, with nobody around to witness the conclusion of her humanity.
A cow in a penthouse loft.
An angry cow, full of rage, lust and milk.
Bellowing loud enough for her moo’s to echo throughout the city she began to leap and jump around, she could have been a good broodmare if she hadn’t happened to be a dairy cow. She bucked and trashed and crashed. The buzzing cell phone was sent flying along with the whole table, a window smashed and a TV screen too, the marks from her hoof imprinted in a bashed fridge door. Each stroke with her hindquarters squeezed her trembling udder, liberating some of the pleasure in the form of milk splashes.
But such a large cow couldn’t keep up such a rage-filled performance for too long. She eventually stopped, gasping, tired. After mooing softly a few times her nostrils twitched and her belly growled.
Hunger…
Not long after the end of that bovine storm keys sounded on the other side of the apartment's door. The cow lifted her head, her mouth munching on one of the house plants. Devin came in, as a fine twin she looked just like Darren if Darren had been a hot cosmopolitan blonde… and not a cow.
She slowly took off her sunglasses as she took in the disastrous scenario.
The large cow stared at her without stopping her munching.
The city woman and the chewing farm beast looked at each other during a silence that felt longer than it really lasted. Devin blinked first, she looked around, saw the cup, the torn underwear, didn’t need anything more to formulate a correct guess.
“Hey, HEY! Stop chewing MY house plants, you damn barnyard whore!”
“Mooo! MOOOO!”
“Suck it up, moron, you shouldn’t have needed to be warned about what’s in MY milkshakes as I expected you not to touch the fridge shelf that you've been told a million times not to touch! Serves you right, I hope it was tasty enough?” Devin chuckled. “Well, congratulations, now you are the farmer’s problem!”
“Muuuuh…!”
Devin lifted a finger, pulled her phone out from her purse and quickly slid her fingers over it to make a call, the cow chewed a bit more of the plant.
“Don’t eat any more plants, that can’t be good for you!”
“Moo!”
They didn’t have to wait long for someone to answer the phone, Devin put the phone in her ear, walking up and down.
“Dad, you are not gonna believe what happened…!” Devin said gleefully… only for her face to immediately turn into a frown of surprise. “Oh, you DO believe it, uh…?” she sighed. “Yes, completely transformed, there was nothing left when I came in… Yes, yes, a cow, a fucking cow, she’s a cow now. Shouldn’t you be more upset about your former son getting in line for the milking parlour?” a pause. “Former YOUNGER brother, thanks… uh?” Devin quickly glanced at the cow. “By the looks of it, a fat cunt and a full udder, the duffus couldn't keep it for herself and wrecked the whole living room, it’s a total catastrophe, you should… Kind? What kind?” Devin stopped, looked at the cow again, the cow looked back at her, trying to appear dignified as she munched. Devin crossed her arms, smirked wickedly. “She’s a fat horny hornless holstein…!”
Art by MistyMorning: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mistymorning/
Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47991615/
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Andrew Jacobs
This Is good>
