As Melissa approached the barn, she noticed all the cows were lined up for their morning milking. She figured she could be a help in getting all the cows into the barn and connected to the milking machine.
As Melissa watched she absently scratched her lower abdomen. She felt a bit of something at the base of her spine. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and adjusted her clothing. That seemed to easy the slight discomfort.
Then Melissa was struck but a sudden headache. It was almost as if someone had shot a thunderbolt through each temple. The pain caused her to almost loose consciousness. Melissa casually chewed her gum and felt a general contentment after the blast of pain. She actually gave it no further thought. She failed to realize that she hadn’t been chewing any gum.
After getting the first set of cows into the milking machines, Melissa took a seat on a nearby stool. She figured she would try milking a cow by hand, the old-fashioned way, and compare that to the automatic machine. As she was sitting on the stool she noticed that her jeans felt uncomfortably tight across her stomach, but figured it was due to her current posture. The cow’s tail kept getting in the way, and Melissa almost had to bat it away.
Having finished the milking, Melissa stood, set the stool aside and turned to take the bucket away. She still noticed the tightness of the jeans across the abdomen and fumbled with the button and zipper as she took a couple of steps. The cow’s tail caught her arm a glancing blow and she made to bat it away.
Melissa suddenly realized she was a good six feet from the cow and the tail couldn’t possibly have come from that source. In the same instant, she heard a ripping sound and looked down. The sight that met her eyes was almost as staggering as the earlier blast of pain had been.
Her jeans had split along each leg. Legs that had somehow gained size and muscle since her last inspection that morning. She noticed a bovine tail swishing near one leg and tracked it to its source - the base of her own spine! Just then, the jeans opened up and what could only be described as an under-developed udder fell forward and down, easing the tightness of the jeans.
“Wha…what is happening to me?” she gasped. She started to raise a hand to her forehead, but saw that the hand had only three finger, all black, and all as hard as if covered totally by a single nail on each. She then noticed a fine furry down on her arms. A furry down in a familiar black-and-white randomness.
“Omigod,” she gasped again. “I’m turning into a cow? How? Why? This is impossible.”
Melissa felt her ears moving independently and as if hinged, she knew they now stood out on either side of her head. Her arms and torso began putting on bulk, as her chest expanded, her breasts were absorbed until her chest was as flat as when she was a little girl. With a last ripping blast her jeans fell away, followed by her destroyed panties. Her expanding chest destroyed the red blouse she had so carefully tied under her breasts that morning and the bra beneath.
She tried to run but found that she could barely balance on her now hooved feet. The bucket of milk fell from a hand that could no longer grasp it, but it went unnoticed. Great clumps of Melissa’s beautiful, below-the-shoulder hair fell to the ground of their own accord. The wind blew away the hair and the tattered rags of Melissa’s clothing.
The over-balancing became too much and Melissa fell to all fours. Not hands and knees, but to all four hooves. Her spine and pelvis cracked and shifted position. She would never walk upright on two feet again. She tried to call for help but only a lowing and a bawling of a young heifer could be heard.
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