Disclaimer: This story contains Transformation, expansion, lactation, sexual themes, and strong language. 18 and over only.
Morning came to pass. It had rained all night. And Brent was quickly seeing the drawbacks of her new form as she climbed a nearby hill to get a good view. She sweat furiously, hauling herself forward. Every step Brent took made clear of her new additions as her swollen udder bounced and leaked. Her belly jiggled and her ass cheeks reacted in their own distracting manner. But Brent had to press on, curse or no curse. Her life was turned upside down and she needed to fix it.
Which lead Brent to question herself. What was her plan? The first order of businesses was to find a way to sneak into the capital and round up her pals. Hopefully convincing them to accept her in her new form. Second...well Brent would like to learn more about this curse, who was responsible for it, and maybe find a way to reverse it. Brent reached the top of the hill and paused to try to collect herself before looking over the land.
Her face felt hot and so did her privates. Making her flush in embarrassment. Brent was still no where near used to being a woman. Some things felt the same while other things were drastically different. Right now she felt the familiar feeling of arousal but in female fashion. Brent still had some leftover teenage hormones. Which were driven wild every time she gazed down at her body. It didn't help that she was still soaked from last night.
The cow woman grunted and pressed her fatty rippling thighs together to try and cover up her dripping pussy. Brent's hand began to wonder down to her groin. Fueling Brent with even more passion when she learned of her own intent. At the last moment, just when Brent had parted her thighs and was about to get frisky with herself. One of her hooves slipped on a bit of mud. Sending her sliding down the other side of the hill on her ass.
Brent hit the bottom and found herself in a large expanse of mud. Sighing, Brent struggled back onto her two hooves and fumed angrily. She could feel her sizable rear caked in mud. Brent's ears perked up in surprise as she heard buzzing coming from her muddy rear and instinctively swished her tail. Beating back some flies. Flies? Brent pondered why there were so many flies already attracted to her? Where did they come from?
Brent hadn't even taken a shit yet and shuddered to think of the outcome of it with this body. So why the flies? Brent got her answer when she looked up and spotted a small farm that was rather close. Brent remembered this place. Back when she was a young boy her father used to pass this place in their wagon regularly. An old lady and a young woman lived here. And given how much time has passed that young woman and old lady had to be fairly older now.
Upon further inspection, Brent could see a wagon parked near the old lady's house. Brent wasn't fond of stealing but she needed that wagon if she was going to travel to the capital. So she attempted and failed to brush the mud off her behind and snuck towards the barn. Brent would sneak through the barn then get to the wagon hopefully unseen.
Inside the barn, cows and a couple bulls mooed at Brent from their stalls. She shuddered at the thought that she now had so much in common with them. And like before thanked the fact that she could still walk on two legs and have opposable thumbs. Otherwise Brent would have been screwed from the start.
"Moooo....um... I mean quiet!" Brent told the barn animals. Frustrated that she felt the urge to join in on their mooing.
Reaching the wagon without indecent Brent got to work making sure the horses were hitched and everything was ready to go. Brent was seconds away from hopping onto the main seat when the strong smell of apple pie and other delightful foods struck her. Her stomach made a noise that was louder than Brent would care for and she found herself overcome with hunger.
There was no doubt that Brent was a big girl. And with a stomach like hers there was much room to fill. After a moment of internal struggle Brent cursed to herself and gave into her hunger. Quickly following the source of the smell to the window of the farmhouses kitchen. Brent peaked in and saw the pie on a table surrounded by other assortments of food. Making her large tongue drool.
Brent leaned into the window, trying to see if she could grab some grub.
"Whuuweeewwy! It's a mighty fine view back here if I do say so myself. Damn what a caboose you've been gifted with!" Came the voice of an excited sounding woman from right behind Brent.
Brent gasped, flailed, and fell back onto the ground with a thud. Turning around as fast as she could to find a freckle faced woman staring at her in awe, Hands on her hips. The strange woman was the very same Brent had saw in the past as the young lady. Thin framed with blue eyes, light orange hair, and a worn, beaten up dress. It would probably be a bad time to mention that Brent used to have a crush on her.
Brent, fearing the worst pleaded with the woman. "Please I know what am... Don't turn me in it's not my fault I'm like this!"
The woman snorted. "Turn ya in? Why would I do that? No...ya're far to interesting to throw away. Ya have no idea how long I've wished to find someone like ya. Cursed are becoming more rare these days ya know?"
Brent gulped. "So what do you want?"
"What I want? I want to learn more about ya of course! Forbidden knowledge is always the best of course." Said the woman, her tone starting to weird Brent out.
"Sorry but I can't stay, I have to get to the capital." Brent firmly stated, trying to gather courage in this increasingly awkward conversation.
"Figured ya needed to head somewhere. Saw ya trying to mess with my wagon. Tell ya what cowlady. Let me come with ya and I'll let ya eat some of my lunch in there. Ya're gonna need someone to sneak you inside the capitals walls anyways.Ya know they don't like cursed. "
Brent was starting to wonder what she had ever seen in this strange woman. "What about the old lady you lived with?" She asked the woman.
"Oh her...she passed away years ago. It was sad but now at least I won't have anyone holding me back from my lust for 'knowledge'. Now do we have a deal or what?"
Warning flags of all kinds flared in Brent's head but the woman had a point. She needed someone to help sneak a huge cow woman past the guard checkpoints. And her stomach was rumbling, begging for food. "Fine, deal just let me eat now." Brent said, struggling to her hooves with the help of the woman.
"Sure thing sweet cheeks. But first let me introduce myself. Margret Thatcher your service, what's
"Brent." The cow woman said bluntly, running out of patience.
"Brent? Ohhhhh that's right ya used to be a young man before the curse huh? Well that won't fit you anymore how about.....Brenda. Yeah that sounds nice!"
Brent was about to reject the thought but stopped herself. Margret had a point, she was female now. Carrying around her old male name would probably only lead to more awkwardness and bad memories of a life she'll never have.
"Okay Brenda it is then." She sighed.
Margret pouted. "Come on Brenda don't look so glum. It's time to eat!"
The women went inside and set to to devouring the prepared meal. Brenda surprised herself with how much she was able to consume now. And ate more than her fair share. Margret didn't seem to mind, even when Brenda ended up breaking several chairs under her weight. As Brenda chowed down, Margret told what she knew about the curse.
Apparently some powerful old spell that no one could trace the origin to was cast over the kingdom centuries ago. Causing half of the men who reached the age of adulthood to turn into plumb half cow women.This strange transformation occurred regularly with every new generation. Those affected by it became known as the cursed. Some got lucky and avoided this curse, while others fell to it's power. To prevent panic most parents kept this occurrence secret until after their child turned eighteen.
If a young man turned he was hauled off by kingdom guards. No one knew why this was necessary, but it was decreed law to hand over the cursed to special confinement. By order of the king himself.
"The whole law is heartless and cruel. Why would anyone want to lock up such a beautiful being." Margret fumed.
Brenda caught Margret staring at her udder several times with a hungry look in her eyes. Her snout reddening, Brenda attempted to cover up her udder several times. Which just caused the massive pink sack to squirt more milk from her teats. When they were done eating the rain started up again outside and Margret covered Brenda in a large black sheet.
"There ya go. Don't want ya to catch a cold on the road." She told Brenda as they got onto the wagon.
Brenda of course having to get in the back. Margret whipped the horses and off they went. Traveling for the capital.
Not to long into the trip, Brenda expressed her concern for the farm animals they left uncared for, but Margret assured her that she had a farmhand who would deal with them. The two traveled in the pouring rain for as long as they could before having to finally find some shelter in a cave just off the road. There they settled down for the night. Brenda found it hard to find a new comfortable position to sleep in her new form but managed.
It was hours later in the dead of night when she was woken up. Brenda, eyes still closed, groaned. She had come out of a dream in which she was nursing young calves with her uncomfortably full udder. When she began to wake up though, the sensation of having one of her teats sucked did not fade. And her udder actually felt lighter.
The strange feeling did not cease until Brenda was forced to sit up and lazily open her eyes.
"Ugggh whats that....Margret what the hell!?" Brenda screamed.
Brenda's eyes were wide open now as she laid them on Margret. Who was currently sucking from one of the teats on her udder. Margret jumped back, getting to her feet.
"Oh shit....ya're awake huh?" She said as her face turned red, wiping milk from her lips.
Brenda inched backwards getting distance from the crazy woman, fuming all the while.
"What's wrong with you!? Have you heard of personal space? More so not to suck on another persons teats?! We won't be traveling together anymore if this weird crap keeps up with you!"
Margret looked surprisingly apologetic. "I'm so sorry Brenda. I was so selfish and uncaring not to tell ya this before....but I couldn't help myself. Ya see, there's another reason I wanted to come with ya beside the whole study the cursed stick. I....kinda picked up a fetish for milk on the farm in my youth and when ya came along I lost control of myself. ...B...But look it won't happen again, I got it out of my system okay, please don't leave me!"
Brenda leaned her head back and sighed. She knew that girl had some weird other motives in this. Who knew the woman she used to have a cruse on is now obsessed with her because she lactates far to much milk? Although her udder was revealingly lighter now. Maybe it wasn't all bad. Still weird as hell however. Brenda was about to let Margret off with a warning when the ashamed woman let out a loud burp.
"Whoa sorry about that Urrrrrppp! Shesh I feel mighty strange all the URRrrrrppp!" Margret belched.
Margret held her stomach as the belches continued. In no time Brenda saw changes taking place with each new burp. Margret's thin dress ripped as her stomach came bulging outwards. Taking on pounds by the second. Margret's skirt tore and fell to the cave floor, revealing thick curvaceous thighs. Her entire body structure grew several feet, hips widening, forcing the dress completely off. Leaving Margret nude.
"Ohhhh my lord my breasts! I feel them filling!" She said mesmerized.
Margret groped her enlarging breast's and squeezed them in delight, squirting out fresh milk. A brown fur tipped tail sprung above her rear. Margret flicked it around happily.
"This is happening? Oh please let it be happening!" She joyfully exclaimed.
Margret's body grew creamy white colored fur across her body. Her face shifted and turned wider while her mouth elongated into a snout. Margret grimaced in pain as her feet drew inwards and hardened into hooves. Then grinned in excitement as her udder formed. Becoming larger than even Brenda's, taking on twice the milk. Making Margret's new teats leak in no time. Her nipples on her breast's turning to long teats themselves.
Margret then reacted like she had been kicked in the ass as the ass in question bloomed into a hefty load of perfectly soft flesh, beautifully heart shaped. Finally Margret's vagina both lengthened and widened, becoming much more visible. Funnily enough while her orange hair came undone and shortened, it still hung around.
When the transformation was all over Margret giggled and then mooed. Brenda just stood where she was in stunned silence trying to figure things out. Margret was just transformed into one of the cursed. Yet she wasn't a male and was past eighteen. Brenda thought about it more before looking down at her own dripping udder.
"That's it!" Brenda yelled, snapping her fingers.
"That's why the king's men come and take away all the cursed. It's because not only are they cursed, but so is the milk to!"
"Magic milk huh? I knew I was onto something traveling with ya. Look how much we've already learned. Ya can go ahead and thank me later I've got some more research to do." Said Margret as she sat down and tried to get her snout around one of her own teats.
Brenda just looked at Margret and shook her head in exasperation. Looks like they'll have to find someone else now to sneak them into the capital.