The Bovine Pet

Darryll the cowgirl-farmer finally gets to have some fun himself, but beware... next month you'll see the price he pays for keeping one of his experiments sentient and with her opposable thumbs intact.

After ensuring that Madison, or Maddy, the newest bull in Darryll’s herd was locked up tight, Darryll rushed back to his farmhouse. He hoped he’d get to see Lizzy’s transformation in action.

He fiddled with his keys to lock the door behind him. They were out in the middle of nowhere, so chances of anyone seeing Lizzy mid... predicament would be low. Still, Darryll couldn’t risk her reaching her car while she could still drive. If her hooves grew in at the wrong moment, she could have an accident.

Upon approaching the living room, Darryll was greeted by a surprising sight, Lizzy had taken off her pants, turned on a porn channel and was loudly pleasuring herself in nothing but her bra.

She lolled her head back and looked up at Darryll as he approached the couch to turn off the raunchy entertainment.

The glass sat half empty on the table. Enough to get her horny – not enough to get her to transform.

“Darryll...” Lizzy sighed, sitting up on the couch. “You’re back...”

“What’s going on, Lizzy?” Darryll asked.

“I...” Lizzy mumbled. “I don’t know. I was... drinking, and all of a sudden I felt so...”

She moaned as she rolled her shoulders.

“...Frisky.”

“I can see that,” Darryll said, unable to hide his smirk.

“Darryll...” Lizzy whispered, getting up off the couch, “...is Madison still with the cows?”

Darryll nodded. “She got the job,” he chuckled. “Maybe you should put your pants back on, so you can go see her in action.”

“Nooooo,” Lizzy retorted – the longer the “o” went on, he more she started to sound like a cow already.

“...Fuck her. I want you.”

“Sorry?” Darryll asked, pretending to be surprised – Lizzy walked up to him and grabbed his crotch, fondling his testicles beneath his jeans.

“...You...” she repeated. Darryll could feel his dick get hard as Lizzy squeezed his balls.

Not yet.

“On one condition,” he replied teasingly. “Finish that glass of water. We don’t want to get you dehydrated...”

“Of course,” Lizzy chuckled, reaching for the glass and finishing it in one gulp.

The moment she set it down, her belly began making noise. Immediately, her nipples swelled, pressing against her bra. Dark spots began to appear on the outside of the bra, indicating liquid was pooling from the nipples.

“Oh, my,” Lizzy said, gawking as her breasts began to grow. They strained against the cups of her bra, the fat pilling over them until one of the straps snapped.

The band snapped in turn, and out spilled two ever-growing, lactating breasts. Milk sprayed everywhere as they jiggled back into place, free from their wired prison.

Lizzy cupped her breasts in surprise – they were heavy and still overflowing with milk. A thin layer of white fuzz was starting to grow – it likely wouldn’t grow much longer than that.

“Yes,” Darryll said, grinning as he grasped Lizzy’s buttocks – her butt had swollen several sizes already, and a tail was beginning to grow above her cheeks. Soon, it would get its growth spurt and shoot out to full length.

Lizzy allowed Darryll to walk her to the kitchen as he kissed her, where he proceeded to hoist her up on the table. The linoleum floor was getting slippery as Lizzy’s breasts continued to grow and lactate. By now, they were hanging well past her belly button, and her massive nipples were the size of thumbs.

Lizzy lay on the table, legs spread apart. She watched as Darryll began to undo his pants; she could feel herself tighten up inside at the mere thought of the boner that Darryll was waiting to release from his jeans.

As she watched Darryll take out his penis, it dawned on her that something was happening to her.

She’d barely registered her breasts growing, but the pink, fleshy bumps that were beginning to block her view were unmistakable.

“Are those udders!?” Lizzy cried out, grasping for one of the teets. She squeezed it, and milk sprayed out – udders indeed.

These too were growing, four of them in total. They were growing rapidly and so was her belly, which was awkwardly pushed up by the growths just beneath.

She didn’t have much time to think about her predicament – Darryll pushed her udders up her belly to find his way to her vagina. Lizzy let out a loud moan – that quickly turned into a moo – as Darryll thrust back and forth, grabbing hold of her legs to be able to go faster and deeper inside.

As Darryll had his way with her, Lizzy continued to grow. Her breasts, her belly, her udders – everything felt plumper and heavier with every thrust of Darryll’s hips.

Her ears were no longer small and round – elongated, fluffy ears protruded from tbe sides of her head, and tiny horns peeked out from underneath her hair.

Lizzy’s tail was uncomfortably squeezed beneath her rotund behind.

White fuzz now covered most of her body, and the faint black markings of a cow were visible. Her hands had remained mostly the same, save from her fingernails – they had turned as black as coal.

Her feet had succumbed to the transformation – along with a large behind and thick thighs, her feet had elongated, stretched, and reformed into black hooves.

It would be a challenge to walk on those for a while – especially with all that weight she now had to carry.

But Darryll didn’t mind if his bovine pet couldn’t move. She was there for him and his pleasure, after all.

Perhaps her milk could be used to produce his transformation formula – that would be a double benefit.

He gripped her tighter, in an effort not to slip in the puddles of milk this new cowgirl had left all over his kitchen. It was a mess, but it was worth it.

She mooed as he came inside of her, panting loudly as she tried to sit up and watch Darryll put his pants back on.

The realisation of what had occurred only hit her as the hormones that raged inside her levelled.

“What... did you... moooo to me?” she cried, grasping at the udders that forced her to sit with her legs spread apart, as not to block the circulation in them.

“Why am I a cooooooow?”

Darryll wiped his finger across the table and tasted the milk his new girl had produced.

“Maddy is serving her new job as a bull to provide my girls with the stimulation they need to produce milk again, if you catch my drift,” he said, “but a farmer gets lonely, too.”

He motioned at Lizzy’s new physique. “The formula makes you docile and happy, but... this is an unfortunate side effect. Thankfully, most of your body is still human…” he shivered at the thought of what could’ve happened had he overdone it on the dose – cow ass wasn’t his idea of ‘attractive’. But the right dose gave Lizzy just the right amount of extra mass – he took the fur and udders for granted.

An added bonus was that she’d become irresistibly attracted to him – he could make her want his cock by merely whispering in her long, fuzzy ears, as long as she kept drinking her special little drink.

“Tinder is a thing, you know,” Lizzy scoffed. Darryll rolled his eyes. At this rate, she’d be needing another dose by dinner time.

“If someone finds out what’s going on on this farm, I’ll get arrested,” he said. “We both know that.”

“And you think that this is gonna keep me here?” Lizzy cried defiantly, hopping off the table onto her new hooves, only to immediately topple over, landing on her bouncy udders. More milk sprayed out as a result, and Darryll couldn’t contain his laughter.

“Most certainly,” he said, getting down on his knees beside her. “Don’t worry, you’ll have a good life here...

“As my... wife? Pet, I guess, with you mooin’ and needing to be milked and all.”

“Last time I checked, you don’t fuck pets.”

She shivered as he kissed her neck. But for some reason, it wasn’t a shiver of fear or disgust – she could feel her vagina tighten again as she became aroused by the mere touch of him.

“Not the ones that walk on all fours and can’t speak English, no.”

Lizzy mooed softly as Darryll caressed her breasts; she was unable to get up on her own, even if she wanted to. He sucked on her nipples, and she could feel her milk begin to flow.

To her surprise, it felt good.

“You taste wonderful,” Darryll said. “I might be able to sell this milk…” he wiped his lip and stepped back. “I need someone to take care of this farm when I’m old, Lizzy. And you’re going to help with that.”

He smirked. “The kid should be unaffected by your… appearance, so don’t worry about giving birth to a baby with hooves.”

Lizzy struggled to get back on her feet; she wanted to ignore the hand Darryll had outs tretched towards her, she wanted to be independent and leave. This transformation had to wear off eventually.

She looked up at Darryll, and second thoughts flooded her mind. The sex had felt incredibly good... so that was worth something, at least.

Maybe she could teach this guy a lesson.

She allowed to help her up on her hooves, which was a wobbly experience. Her breasts hung over her belly, which was squeezed in-between her chest and her udders. It wasn’t as big as Lizzy feared it would be – but little did she know that for the next nine months, it would only grow larger.

Darryll wanted a heir to take over his farm when he was too old to do so, and he’d managed it in one ‘shot’.

Little did he know, that someone else would be taking over his farm far sooner than he’d anticipated – and soon, after Lizzy figured out how to do it, he’d become the submissive little bovine pet to wait on his pregnant wife hand and hoof.

And after that, he’d serve as a regular cow among his… er, herherd.