Bessica, Part 5: The Other Cow

Alex is an ordinary university student who wishes to expose the alpha-bitch on campus for the 'cow' she really is. She visits Tila the Wandering Witch to make this happen, but developements - bovine and otherwise - begin to spiral rapidly out of control.

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Part 5: The Other Cow

Alex woke to the sound of her friend grunting and huffing. For just a moment she had forgotten the events of yesterday, and was confused as to where she was and why. But as soon as she glanced over at the couch it came flooding back to her like a bad dream. Jessica writhed on her back, tensing and untensing as a renewed set of changes washed over her. Her cow fur had come further out, and now covered most of her body up to her neck. Her breasts had gotten larger, and each was now coated in a sweaty mat of white fur but for her large nipples. Her udderwas spared of the fur, and was now even pinker in tone. Her hooves were fully developed, her horns just slightly further out so that they curved a little inwards, and her cow ears now flopped the sides of her head, having migrated higher. Her stomach was further bloated, definitely appearing pregnant in size with its taut domed shape.

“Oohhh Go-oooo-od,” Jessica moaned under her breath, wrenching backward as her udder forced her legs further apart. She clutched at her face, scratched at the itch that was developing all over it. Her hands turned black in front of her eyes, her digits fusing painfully so that she had two thick fingers and a thumb for each hand. She barely had time to look at them when the fur on her face began to grow in, white like a dairy cow’s, with a large black blotch that covered the upper portion of her face on the left hand side, so that from the top of her forehead to the bottom of her eye the fur was entirely black. The rest of her white fur also had black splotches, including a large one across her upper right breast. Her breasts swelled again, and her back arched.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh yes . . . oooohhhhhhhh!!” she screamed, “mmmhmmmm oh, mhm.”

Alex watched in amazement. Did she just . . . orgasm?

The changes seemed to subside, Jess’ breathing gradually slowing until she returned to normal, or as normal as she could be as a humanoid cow creature with four breasts, an udder and a tail. Her eyes glazed over for a moment, until she snapped out of it and saw that Alex was watching.

“Oh God, I didn’t realise you were up. Um . . . how much did you see?”

“Not much,” Alex said, deflecting away from the awkwardness of the topic. “How do you feel?”

Jess patted herself over, felt the strange sensation of her new coat of fur that covered her entire body, with the exception of her nipples and udder, and her shiny new black nose. “Strange . . . but would you believe I feel better for some reason? I’m fairly sure that I’m fully changed now. This is as bad as it gets. I’m not human, I’ve got all this milk in me that I need to get out, and I’m a freak . . . but I don’t turn into a cow. I’m still me, y’know?”

“How does it feel, you know, having fur?”

“So strange Alex,” she replied, scratching at a tuft of it. “Who would ever have thought I’d be so hairy, huh?”

It disturbed Alex how easy she was taking it, but then Jess had always used humour as a deflection when bullies teased her for her looks. Maybe she was doing the same now.

“I’d like to see myself though. Assess the damage.”

She stood up, her hooves stamping down on the ground. For a moment she battled with her new centres of gravity and nearly tumbled backwards, but she got the hang of it, and awkwardly waddled towards the bathroom, her hooves tipping downwards with each step in a way that was very unfamiliar to her. She fought the impulse several times by habit, but soon got a sense of it. Her enormous chests still wobbled with every step, the great mammary between her legs swinging side to side and slapping against her thighs. She winced at that. Clearly it was too full and would need to be milked soon. She looked downwards and realised she could no longer see it. She had lost sight of her feet thanks to her large bosoms several days ago, but now even her large udder was obscured by her breasts. God, if only I was normal and could have tits like these. I could have any guy I want. She sighed and thought of Derek. She really had liked him, and she got the sense that he had liked her. She brushed the thought aside with a whip of her tail, and stared into the mirror of the bathroom stall.

“Holy shit,” she whispered to herself. The transformation was definitely complete, but at least she still looked more human than she had expected, at least in the overall shape of her. Her breasts were just as huge to look at as they felt on her, and her udder had become tremendous! It pulsated where it sat, hanging between her thickened thighs. Her hooves were fully developed, the hair longer around their edges. Her hands were even hoove-like in appearance, though they still had enough dexterity to serve as hands, thankfully. And on the bright side, her face was still largely human, with the exception of the fur and her shiny nose was slightly wider in appearance. She snorted at that. Thank you, oh mighty Wandering Witch, for turning me into a milk-filled cowgirl but sparing my hands and not giving me a snout!

Her tail flicked behind her irritably. Alex better be right about the Wandering Witch, because she had no idea how she could even continue functioning in society like this. Even if she could, she wasn’t sure she would ever get used to the constant jiggling and wobbling that accompanied every slight shift, or the clacking of her hooves on the floor. Even her horns were in the way, as she’d found when she woke in the middle of the night and saw two fresh holes poked through the armrest of her sofa. Tears began to form in her eyes, and she attempted to wipe them, but found even that difficult thanks to her changed hands. She tried to bend down, curl herself up in the fetal position and rock herself awake to some reality where she hadn’t changed into some entirely new species of human-cow. That too proved difficult, as her belly was too pronounced to allow it, and she yelped when her thighs accidentally pressed against her udder from each side, squishing it. God, it was big, and she had to waddle in order not to compress it with her thighs a second time, as it was brushing against them constantly. She fell into full-blown tears, crying into the sink as her tail flicked back and forth behind her.

“Why – huh – has this – huh – happened to – huh – me!? I’m not even – huh – a person anymore!”

Suddenly, a set of arms enveloped her, or at least tried to, nestling in the pocket between her two rows of breasts and holding her tight. She couldn’t hate Alex, even after all of this. She wanted to, but she simply couldn’t. She had already lost her looks, her humanity. She didn’t want to lose her closest friend.

“Thanks Alex,” she said.  “I really needed that.”

“It’s gonna be okay Jess. It’s gonna be okay.”

She blew into a tissue, felt the rubbery sensation of her new nose, but already her confidence was seeping back in. She wouldn’t be trapped like this, not forever.

“Let’s go get me back,” she said, standing taller. Her friend smiled at that.

“Let’s. I’ll drive. We should get you dressed and covered up for the trip. She may have moved across town, or even to another. But we won’t stop till we find her.”

Jessica nodded. “I bought a heap of bras and dresses and stuff yesterday. Even some bigger sets of panties. Cost me a fortune. I didn’t know what I would look like . . . at the end. I’m sure some will fit.”

Sure enough, some did; the very biggest bras she had purchased – G-cups in size. She had only bought them at the last second, not truly imagining her bust would get so impossibly big. And still they bulged out of the cups slightly, pressing tight against her mammaries. A green maternity dress she’d purchased fit even better, it flowed down over her bulges and the tight dome of her stomach, and largely concealed her udder. There was no helping the hooves though. They were shoes of their own, and in the end the two of them simply used a pair of boots laced tight around so that her hooves didn’t slip out. It made for awkward walking, but at least it hid them, along with a large bonnet that just managed to fit over her horns. She slips her cow ears up into the tops. She still made for an odd figure, but overall at a distance she would just look odd, not like a freak. Close-up . . . well, they didn’t plan for anyone to get that close. They were just about ready to go when Jessica groaned, pressing a hand across her incredibly well-endowed chest.

“Eeuurggh,” she repeated, cringing.

“Everything alright?”

“Fine, fine,” she said, sweating, “my milk’s still coming in. Starting to feel – aahh – full. Let’s just go. If we’re quick it won’t be an issue.”

But just then the doorbell rang, and she appeared to look more like a deer in headlights than a cow.

“Whoever it is, get rid of them,” she hissed, and Alex ran downstairs to do so. She was shocked to see that it was Derek at the door, looking slightly agitated, but still as handsome as ever.

“Oh! Hey Derek.” She said the last part as loud as she could, so that Jessica would know it was him.

“Hey Alex,” he replied, “I need to talk to Jessica.”

“She’s not here, Derek.”

“I know she is Alex, I could hear you two talking through the window as I was getting to the door. I need to talk to her and see if she’s alright.”

Alex eyed him suspiciously. “Look, I know you two were together recently, but a lot has changed.”

“You’re goddamn right a lot has changed!” hissed a voice. It belonged to a woman of a lower register, with an almost animalistic husk to it.

“Tiana,” Derek said, spinning round to meet a figure wrapped up in a trenchcoat, “I told you to stay in the car. Someone might see.”

“I don’t care if someone sees, not anymore,” said the figure. She was wearing a medical mask that covered her face, but it had been pushed forward a lot, with a scarf wrapped around to keep it fixed. “I just want this bimbo and her friend here to tell me how she did it.”

“Did what?” Alex replied.

“Did what? Did what!? You turned me into a freak, that’s what?”

The figure removed her mask, and pulled her scarf down from her face, and the horrible realisation hit Alex all at once. The twisted, malformed figure in front of her was Tiana. At least, it had been Tiana. She was almost unrecognisable now, the cow potion having changed her appearance. A hairless snout protruded outwards from her face, ending in a wide nose with two large nostrils just like a cow’s. Her teeth had become flat and even-rowed, perfect for chewing cud and vegetables. Two horns, short but thick, pointed out from the top of her forehead. But the changes weren’t over: as the trenchcoat parted, Alex’s jaw dropped. The breasts Tiana had been so proud of had ballooned beyond recognition, far larger than even Jessica’s mammaries, far bigger than Tiana’s own head. They rested down to her bellybutton, nipples over an inch long and drooping downwards, emitting the occasional gurgle. From the stains on her pants it was clear she was lactating, too.

“This is what I’ve become!” Tiana screeched, “I can’t stop eating vegetables and grass from my own frickin’ lawn! I get scared when a fucking car horn sounds! I need to fucking milk myself so my tits don’t explode! The other day, I even – I even – mwaaaahhhhhh! Mwaaaaahhh!”

Tiana’s large eyes went even wider, and she clasped her hands around her snout to stop herself. She was mooing, actually mooing like a cow as she grew agitated. She stood there, huffing for a moment until she drew still.

“And I need to keep calm,” she said, “or I start mooing like some fucking cow!”

For all that Jessica’s changes had been even more extreme, it seemed that the spell was still oriented towards Tiana, and had changed aspects of her mind along with her body. Derek casually handed her a stick of lettuce and the former beauty bitch began to chomp down upon it, grinding it into more digestible matter in her teeth. She cringed, let out a large fart behind her, but kept on chewing.

“Four stomachs,” she said nonchalantly through her meal, “we broke into the med lab so Derek could see what had happened inside. I can’t – stop – farting, and you’re behind this.”

Alex didn’t know what to say except, “come on in. I’ll go tell Jess you’re both coming.”

Derek stepped forward. “Is she okay? Has she changed too?”

Alex eyed him sadly. She could see he was genuinely concerned.

“You’ve been helping Tiana out since she started changing, haven’t you?”

He nodded. “She came to me for help.”

“All the others abandoned me ever since I started – mmwaaaahhh – started that. He was the only one that I could trust to help me.”

Despite herself, Alex was still taking some pleasure in the fate she had inflicted on her bully. It wasn’t worth what she had accidentally done to her friend, but at least she had this. She turned back away from the second cowgirl to eye Derek again.

“I’m trusting you here then,” she said, “but you need to know; what’s happened to Tiana here? That’s nothing compared to Jess upstairs. So be prepared, and don’t freak out.”

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Jess could no longer take the pressure of the milk inside of her as she waited for Derek to be gotten rid of. There was no way she wanted him to see her as she currently was. She couldn’t handle that, not with the first person to actually show interest in her. But she couldn’t wait out whatever meeting was going on downstairs and outside. Her body was still producing milk, and all four of her breasts and her udder were aching terribly from all the swelling, the terrible fullness that wouldn’t go away. She thought she would hit her limit, but it seemed that they were still just making more and more milk. When she could take no more, she took a bucket from the kitchen, wincing at the mere act of bending down to take it, and without even bothering to move herself any further, began the embarrassing action of milking herself.

She sighed in a strange mix of pain, release and arousal as she pulled at her upper left nipple. A long and thick stream of milk practically erupted out of her, splashing into the bucket. She pulled at the right, and found the same sweet, aching release. She quickly set into pattern, just like what people did with dairy cows, pulling left-right, left-right, alternating pulls at her long teats as she emptied her prodigious reserves into the bucket.

“Oh my God,” she said to herself, “eeuurgh! So. Much. Milk.”

When her nipples had become too sore and her top row mostly empty, she started on the second row, which was just as wonderful in release.

“Oh, oh boy. So good. I didn’t realise how full I was.” It hit her that unless she changed back soon, she’d probably have to milk herself at set times at both morning and at night. The strange trickling sensation in her mammaries had continued even as she fell asleep last night, and clearly she had reached a quantity of liquid that needed to be let out of her.

She was hunched over, just barely reaching her udder, but unable to pull down, when Alex came back up the stairs.

“Alex!” she called, “I need your help. I can’t – ugh! – I can’t reach my udder and it’s starting to really hurt. I need you to help milk me, please.”

“Derek is coming up,” Alex said.

Jessica’s eyes went wide, and she stood up, her free breasts bobbing with her movements, but feeling so much better now that they were emptier. The slow trickle of milk production could be felt, but for now she was in the clear for her top half.

“What!? No! I don’t want to see him. Not like this!”

“Just trust me Jessica, there’s more going on. Tiana is with him.”

“The fuck, Alex! I don’t want that bitch here!”

“She’s changed too, Jess. She’s like you, and Derek has been helping her. We need to work this out together. Jessica ummed and ahhed over what to do.

“Let me get changed. I don’t like this, but I trust you Alex.”

But unfortunately at that point Tiana rushed up the stairs, fast as her increased weight could be carried, not waiting any more for politeness’ sake. Derek followed after, calling for her to stop, but when he reached the top he ground to a halt at the sight of Jessica. Her naked curves were on display for all to see: her white and black fur, her tail, her horns, her enormous mammaries that dominated her front half. And, of course, that immense, pulsating, overly-full udder.

Jess, in turn, was staggered at the sight of Tiana. Her changes were different; less extreme overall, but more exaggerated in parts. The girl didn’t seem to have developed any new mammaries, but her usual rack had expanded to truly enormous degrees, far bigger than any of Jessica’s own huge breasts. And her face had become way more cow-like than her own, even if it was hairless. Tiana mooed on the spot, and covered her snout.

And I certainly haven’t done that at least.

Between the two of them, she actually suspected she could pass herself off in public more easily; claim her fur as a skin disorder like those circus freaks and just wear a hat and a mumu over the rest of her developments. Mumu, ha. More like moo-moo. Tiana . . . she could never hide in a crowd. Not with that mooing, and not with the enormously loud fart that erupted out of her backside at that very moment, stunning them all into brief silence.

Good, she thought. At least misery has company now. A pair of cowgirls.

“Jess,” Derek broke in, and there didn’t seem much more to say.

“For God’s sake, turn around!” she called, and he did so immediately as she struggled back into her bras, breasts settling much more comfortably into the enormous cups now. She hesitated a moment with the dress, before deciding not to bother. As horrific as this situation was, there was no use hiding all of her abnormalities now. Just a small preservation of modesty would have to suffice.

“O-okay,” she said, “you can look.”

He turned, and saw that she had put on a pair of bras. Funny really, she thought, that I’ve got all these mutations on open display but still care about covering my nipples. Her udder gurgled, tight and full of pressure. And I can only cover half of them anyway.

“Well” she said awkwardly, rubbing her upper arm, and circling a hoof over the floor like a girl being asked to the prom, “this is the new me.”

Derek blinked. “You’ve got four breasts.”

“I know, Derek.”

“And an udder.”

“I’m painfully aware. It’s currently very full.”

“Horns! A tail!”

“Check and check. I’m actually getting fond of the tail, if we’re honest.”

“Fur!”

“The fur is the newest development. It, um, came in this morning.”

Derek stepped forward, hesitantly at first, then with a renewed confidence. For a moment Jessica panicked. She felt so awkward, so bulgy and milky, gross and inhuman and strange that she could barely believe it when he reached his arms out around her, pressing his forehead against hers. It was an awkward hug, given all the breast-flesh and the large belly in between them, but in that moment she could have melted and considered it all worth it. He wasn’t grossed out, he wasn’t afraid of her!

“I’m so sorry, Jess,” he said, “if only I had known. This is what started happening that night, wasn’t it?”

She nodded, brushing tears out of her eyes with her odd, three-fingered hands.

“Those mosquito bites you noticed, they turned into . . . well, these.” She indicated her second pair of breasts, now hugely swollen in size from the timid shape they’d been at the start.. “And my hair . . . well, you can see what pattern was starting there.”

“That sore patch of skin, it wasn’t just chafing from new gym shorts then. That was the start of . . .”

“The udder. My udder, yes. I hid away. I didn’t think you would want to be with me, or help me. I mean, look at me, I’m a freak.”

Derek reached a hand out and placed it on her furry shoulder, gently rubbing at it. It was a strange sensation now that she was covered in fur, but not unpleasant in the least. “Not to me,” he said, “you’re still the same Jess, and we’ll undo this. We’ll get our second date.”

She blushed at that, then wondered if anyone could even tell when she was blushing now that her face was covered in hair. That’s another small bonus to offset all the bad, at least.

Tiana cut in. “For fuck’s sake Derek, keep your pants on.” She waddled forward, looking Jessica over, eyes peering down her snout. “So, your changes are different from mine, that’s strange.”

Jess shrugged. “I think if either of us took the full formula, we’d end up taking on some of what the other has. Offence intended Tiana, but I don’t think I could handle having a cow snout.”

Tiana snarled, or at least it looked like a snarl. It was hard to tell on her face. “Well, at least I’ve still only got just the two breasts, as big as they are. Who would have thought that little flat-as-a-board Jessica Williams would end up the most stacked chick in the college? Why, it seems you had to grow an extra set just to outdo us all, as well as that . . . thing.”

The udder gurgled loudly back at her, and Jess cringed at the agony of the fullness inside, the aching soreness waiting to be released over and over again.

“Tiana, this isn’t productive,” Derek cut in.

There was that word again; productive. Producing. Prodigious. All things milk. Her udder strained, small beads of milk seeping out the ends of her teats, but at a far smaller rate than what was being made. Jessica bit her lip.

“Don’t interrupt Derek, I’ve got a score to settle here. I don’t plan on spending the rest of my days as some freak cow bitch. I have a life! I’ve got plans! I’ve got – ” she paused, puzzling over something that was said. “You with the udder, you mentioned a formula? What formula? Is that what did this to me? How? Tell me, or I’ll – Mwwaaaaahhh! Oh for fuck’s sake!”

She paused, and to their astonishment, she bore down a moment, concentrating. Her cheeks flushed with concentration. And then she farted. Loudly and longely.

“Fffffffuck all these stomachs!” she whined.

“Why don’t we sit down?” said Alex. “At least we can sort this out and figure out how to return you both to normal, even if only Jess deserves it.”

It was her who explained the story from start to end, being the culprit behind it all. Tiana sat silent, her enormous breasts flopping down into her lap, her elongated tongue absently licking at her ears. Jess could barely stand to listen, the agony of pressure in her udder reaching heights she had never known, made worse by a strange squirming sensation inside her bulging stomach, which felt almost too strong to simply be digestion. Derek occasionally pitched in with his side of the story: how he’d found Tiana after the bar incident, a part he politely filtered in order to avoid the animalistic gangbang she had clearly instigated while in heat, and how he’d kept her hidden and helped her through her changes. Eventually he’d thought back to how Jess had experienced something similar and made the connection. Occasionally while talking or listening he turned an eye towards Jess, staring in fascination at her rows of breasts that jiggled in their cups, at her body covered in hair, at how her udder bulged out over the waistline of her panties in open display. At one point she tried to cross her legs without thinking and yelped when her udder became briefly squished. The rest of the group couldn’t help but gawk at that, and she took to spreading her hooved legs wide in a very unwomanly fashion to avoid it happening again. It also gave her udder more space to develop and expand with all her milky produce.

“You fucking bitch,” Tiana said at the story’s conclusion. “I can’t believe you Alex. I always knew you were worthless, but this is low. You’ve managed – mwaaaaahh!! – to ruin my life and your friend’s.”

“Arguing won’t help anyone Tiana,” Derek pitched in.

“Excuse me? Have you been turned into some freaky cow creature with breasts that go all the way down to your lap?”

“Well, no, but – ”

“Gaaahhh!” A puddle of milk pooled at their feet. The group looked up to its source; Jess’ trembling udder spurting what could no longer be contained. She writhed in agony at the intense pressure in her lowest mammary. She could feel it full to the brim, her teats outstretched and painfully erect. They stretched like weak little fingers, rising and falling in an odd fashion, as if yearning to be pulled upon.

“Gaahh!”

“Jess, are you okay?” Alex asked.

“It’s my udder. It’s sooo full. I can’t take it anymore. I need help. I can’t r-reach it any longer! There’s so much pressure.”

Tiana chuckled under her breath at the sight of her rival’s friend struggling over the milk bag bulging over her panties. To everyone’s surprise including his, it was Derek that stood up to help her, grabbing her by the hand and placing an arm around her furry shoulders, leading her unsteady feet towards the bathroom where she kept the bucket.

“Here Jess, I’ll do what I can to help. Just tell me what you need to do.”

To Be Continued . . .