Werecow

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ioew.

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Cows were not known to bite people.

At least that’s what Tammy had assumed.

It was a freak accident. One moment, Tammy was on her grandfather’s farm, petting Betsy, her favorite cow. The next moment, Tammy was being ferociously bitten, and hurried off to the hospital to have several stitches put into her arm. Betsy was put down and tested for rabies, mad cow disease, and various other ailments (nothing was found). And Tammy was left sitting disturbed in her house with a throbbing pain and a sling on her arm.

She decidedly did not like cows anymore. She didn’t think she could stand animals in general at that point, but she despised cows particularly.

Tammy felt betrayed. She and Betsy had been close for years. Now Betsy was dead and Tammy was aching. And it wasn’t just that. Tammy was feeling edgy lately, and even weeks following the incident, she could not seem to stop thinking about it.

Tammy had taken to humming a lot—almost every moment she wasn’t talking or otherwise absorbed in something. Humming had become an absentminded, continuous habit. Her parents would look at her in amusement. When Tammy caught herself, she would halt it, and be left feeling rather odd.

Tammy was also eating a lot more. She had to be munching on something constantly. Nowadays, she always had a snack on hand no matter what she was doing. Even during meal times, she found herself reaching for seconds and thirds. And in consequence, she had to deal with the sensation of being bloated all the time. She wished she could figure out what was going on with her.

On top of the huge appetite, the humming, and the bloated sensation in her gut, her boobs were stinging, and seemed to have swollen slightly. Her nipples were also achy all the time, and any moment Tammy had to herself was spent rubbing the nubs, which were more sensitive than ever. They also seemed larger, areola darker and puffier.

Her scar still ached sometimes. She wasn’t sure if it was related at all. She wondered if she had somehow gotten an illness from the bite. Still, the symptoms were just odd.

One night Tammy just couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned most of the night, each of her individual symptoms somehow exacerbated. In addition to that, she was flushed and sweaty, her skin practically burning. She would alternate between rubbing her breasts and her gut, which was even more bloated than before. It was bulging visibly away from her body, a firm curve that pushed at the waistband of her pajama pants.

She felt constricted in her own skin, like she wanted to burst out of it. Breathless and dazed, Tammy climbed out of her bed. She opened the window of her first-floor bedroom, and climbed right out of it, hopping onto the lawn.

The moon was shining huge and bright, and Tammy found herself momentarily stunned as she gazed up at it, lips parted.

“Mmmghhh…” she moaned, hugging her gut, feeling it tighten and bloat. “Mmmmm…”

Her stomach groaned and shuddered somewhat, now pushing into the fabric of her pajama top. Tammy stared down at it in astonishment.

And it didn’t stop. The curve broadened as her belly shuddered again, swelling right before her eyes, growing outwards. “Mmmmm…” she moaned, baffled and almost certain she was dreaming.

Her breasts were warm, tingling, and heaving. Her nipples stood out hard and perk against her shirt. Tammy watched them proceed, pushing harder into the fabric, as it steadily tightened against her skin. God, she was growing.

“Mmmooo…” Tammy groaned, as a button snapped off her shirt, revealing a diamond of flesh and her navel, which was suddenly bulging outwards. Tammy gawked at her distended gut. She looked as though she was seven months pregnant.

Tammy pushed at her clothes as they tightened and strained against her. As if inspired by the freedom, her ass popped out and wobbled behind her. She gawked at her pubic region, which was now pink and puffy, and steadily fattening, growing into a ball, with little bumps, four of them that were progressively becoming more defined.

“Moooooo…” Tammy moaned, struggling with her top, but not fast enough to prevent the buttons to pop off one by one. Her belly swelled outwards in powerful, disorienting waves, as her breasts continued to heave and pulse, seeming to grow rounder and plumper with each throb. They had to be DDs by then, and were still progressively fattening. And something was shoving out beneath them, more plump flesh that was rapidly expanding.

Tammy dropped to her knees, overwhelmed by the ongoing rapid growth. Perched there half-naked on her lawn, she made to lean down on her hands, but her belly pressed the grass before her hands could, acquainting her with how massive it had become. She felt the plump pink flesh squashed beneath her belly mound, and slowly realized that it was an udder.

Her body was a collection of swollen mounds, thighs plump, ass wobbling, belly heaving, and breasts bobbing on her chest. Four of them. Her belly continued to be the most substantial of her changes. She looked as though she was overdue with sextuplets or more. Her insides lurched around, skin protruding at parts. It felt as though she was…Oh god, am I pregnant? She moaned, and her nipples burned. Suddenly there was white liquid spraying, bursting out before her. She moaned again, and felt more fluid trickling down her thighs. The—the udder was leaking as well.

The bite, was all Tammy could think. She had been changed somehow. She gazed desperately up at the moon, threw her head back, and released a desperate cry, “Moooooo!”

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