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The cow-which-had-been-Patty was the quickest to adjust to her new, forced, farm animal's existence. Whilst the other former-girls struggled to come to terms with eating grass, drinking from a crowded trough and defecating and urinating in the open, the partially-blonde-furred new cow swiftly accepted those things as the unavoidable consequences of being stuck as cattle and didn't let them bother her. She happily munched on fresh, green turf whilst her also-transformed sister stared at it with disdain, only just managing to choke down enough to keep herself from starving, she shamelessly emptied her bowels and bladder whenever the mood struck her whilst the once-Tsubaki cattle was still holding it in, futilely looking for a non-existant tree to hide behind whilst she did her business and gleefully pushed and shoved amongst the farm's other cows to get to the water trough whilst the pigtailed new cow was still too nervous to approach it when the rest of the herd were drinking. She didn't exactly like the taste of grass, or water filled with cow slobber, but that was all that was on offer, so why make a fuss?

She didn't understand the other former-girls. Yes, it was a shock to be transformed and she'd been as horrified and frightened as any of them to find herself trapped in the form of a dairy cow, but there was nothing they could do about it, right? Once the initial panic wore off, wasn't it best to just make the most of it? It was like the other new cows were still clinging to their lost humanity, resisting their new lives in the hopes of somehow getting their old ones back, which would be nice, she had to admit, but it was never going to happen and they needed to accept that. They needed to stop moping and try to enjoy being cows! It was tricky at first, having to learn what she was supposed to eat as a cow and stuff, but when she got the hang of it, the transformed-girl found there was a lot to like about her new life. She couldn't talk anymore, or eat what she wanted, or anything, but she never had to work, she never went hungry or thirsty and the farmers always made sure she was well cared for. She didn't have any worries of any kind. All she had to do was relax and play around with the other cows in her field and that suited her fine, even if her sister always mooed at her angrily whenever she poked her udder. Not that she could help herself, it was just so weird and squishy to touch! Besides, how could the other girl-turned-cow get angry with her for prodding her there, when she always let that farmgirl squeeze her teats? The formerly-Liz cow just needed to relax about being stuck as a cow, just like the other two transformed-girls did...

Eventually, though, all the former-girls followed their fellow-new cow's lead, growing to accept their new place in the world as simple livestock. They didn't have a choice, after all. After weeks of living the same routine, being driven to a barn at night to sleep in and driven back out to a field in the morning to spend the day grazing, the simple monotony became sort of comforting to the once-human girls. It wasn't the most exciting, or mentally-stimulating existence, but it was easy, the transformed-girls eventually letting themselves relax into their simple, non-demanding new lives to the point where they could all just stand there, idly chewing their cud for hours on end. Besides, the milking was great. The initial revulsion about being handled and squeezed and treated like simple animals soon vanishing completely in the face of the sheer pleasure of having their swollen udders emptied to the point where they actively looked forward to having a farmer's hands tugging at their teats, excitedly rushing over to the fence whenever they heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

Yes, it wasn't exactly the life any of the former-girls would have chosen, but they did all eventually learn to accept it and make the most of it (even the taste of grass got gradually more enjoyable with every soil-crusted mouthful they swallowed) and the routine became somehow enjoyable when at first it had felt costraining and mind-numbingly tedious. That routine was changed one evening, though, when the farmgirl, instead of leading the once-Patty cow back to the barn with the other cattle, slipped a rope over her thick, bovine neck and led her in a different direction, saying that, as the most energetic cow, there was somewhere else she needed to go tonight. The transformed-girl didn't try to fight it, placidly letting herself be led across the farm, interested to see where she was being taken until she eventually found herself in an unfamiliar barn. A smaller barn than her usual one where the rope was removed as soon as she stepped into it and a metal gate was hastily swung shut behind her. Curiously, the girl-turned-cow paced around her new enclosure, kicking her hooves at bits of straw on the floor, wondering what was happening and what this unusual smell that filled the place was. A smell that made her feel a kind of strange, unfamiliar excitement, throbbing in the most intimate parts of her now-bovine anatomy... The once-human cow mooed in mild confusion, lifting her tail to drop a cow pat, when she heard some sound behind her. The scraping of hooves on the floor and a heavy, violent snort. In a panic, the former-person span her now-cow's head around and mooed in shock at the sight of the large, aggressive-looking bull rushing towards her...

The next morning, when the transformed-girl was led back to the field with the other cows, she wasn't her usual, carefree self. Instead spending the rest of the day staring at the fence, chewing her cud in complete silence. The other former-girls tried to cheer her up, to stir her from her stupor, but she just ignored them, continuing to stare vacantly at nothing. The girls-turned-cows stared at each other nervously, wondering what on Earth could have happened to send their fellow transformation-victim into a catatonic state like that, but of course, they couldn't speak to ask her what was wrong, not even with the crude selection of different moos they'd managed to work out as they got more practised with their now-animal's voiceboxes. They might have been able to decide on sounds that meant simple things like "come here" or "I'm tired", but complex questions and conversations were forever out of their reach as cows. All they could do was watch her and worry, only discovering exactly what it was that had happened to her when they themselves were taken, one after the other, to spend a harrowing night in the bull's enclosure...

As harrowing as being forcibly impregnated by a mindless bull was for the former-humans, though, something almost as horrifying came nine-and-a-half-months later, after their already-large, bovine bodies had swollen to the point where even walking had become something of a challenge. The cow-which-had-been-Liz was the first to enter labour, the feeling of a hooved leg sticking out of her now-cattle's lady parts as a fully-formed animal tried to escape from inside her was bad enough, as was the pain of delivery, but then came the indignity of being assisted by a member of her former-species. It had been months since she'd transformed into a cow, but to feel another girl's arm thrust into her gaping vagina, penetrating her up to the shoulder was still traumatising, even if it had been a long time since she could think of a human woman as "another girl". Eventually though, after a lot of pushing, squirming inside her womb and desperate mooing, the ordeal was over. The transformed-girl standing there, utterly exhausted and staring in disbelief at the skinny calf she'd just had inside her. The daughter she hadn't asked for or wanted, which had been born a completely different species to the one she'd entered the world as and, despite everything, the horror of giving birth as a cow, of that night with the calf's father, of the fact that her child was an animal, not a person, found herself flooded with motherly love. The new, formerly-human mother mooed with a mixture of relief and joy and, not quite knowing why she was doing it, began to lick her placenta-covered calf as it instinctively stumbled towards her and began nursing at her bovine teat.

Before long, the other new cows went through the same ordeal - the cow-which-had-been-Tsubaki struggling with it even more as she gave birth to twin calves - but each of them came through it feeling the same way. With nothing but love for their non-human offspring. For the bovine children which accompanied them everywhere they went, regularly nursing off their bloated, swollen udders as they produced even more milk than they ever had before in their lives as cows.

The cow-which-had-been-Maka tried her best to impart the knowledge she'd studiously learned as a human to her calf, nudging rocks together with her hooves in an effort to teach her non-human daughter how to count, but the calf never seemed interested, staring at the strange thing she was doing for a moment before rushing to her teat to suckle some fresh milk. The former-girl let out a moo that was supposed to be a sigh as she felt her progeny tugging at her udder, wondering if there was any point to these lessons. She used to be a person and had kept her intellect, even after months of being a farm animal, but her child had been born that way. Maybe it was just an ordinary calf, a simple beast that would never have any higher thought than the need to eat and procreate? ...Maybe that was a good thing. It meant her calf wouldn't have to grow up saddled with an intelligence beyond the needs of its physical form, like she was stuck with, and could grow unhindered into a happy, healthy cow. Either way, she loved the little cutie, the sight of her daughter bounding happily across the grass towards her making it seem somehow okay that she was trapped forever in this bovine body...

The-cow-which-had-been-Patty, meanwhile, had no such thoughts and concerns about her calf's mind and future. She simply enjoyed playing with it. Formerly-human mother and always-cattle daughter frolicking through the field together without a care in the world, chasing after butterflies, stomping the steaming pats left by other cows beneath their hooves, winding up her sister by prodding her udder. The playtime only stopped when her calf paused to suckle at her teat, something which the now-bovine mother loved because it was adorable and it tickled, as well.

The cow-which-had-been-Tsubaki took a more sedate approach to motherhood, taking her two bovine offspring on a walk around the field, mooing contentedly at the beauty of nature all around her. The calves she'd birthed trotting obediantely beside her on their adorably wobbly legs, the green of the grass, the blue of the sky, the flowers in the field, the mountains looming in the distance beyond the unscalable fence. She'd never been felt so at peace with the world, such a part of nature as she did now that she was an animal herself, helping other cute little animals to grow as they paused from their stroll to nurse from their once-human mother's udder. The cow-which-had-been-Liz standing alongside her, her calf nursing from her udder as well, happy just to have some piece and quiet from her also-cow sister and her energetic offspring, relieved that her own bovine child was calm and relaxed, still amazed at how happy the little cow she'd given birth to made her. How having an animal for daughter could bring such joy to her life, even after having her humanity and her old life torn away from her all those months ago by a crazy, spiteful witch in a book shop...

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#1 Commission: Maka and Tsubaki the Cows

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Description

The cow-which-had-been-Patty was the quickest to adjust to her new, forced, farm animal's existence. Whilst the other former-girls struggled to come to terms with eating grass, drinking from a crowded trough and defecating and urinating in the open, the partially-blonde-furred new cow swiftly accepted those things as the unavoidable consequences of being stuck as cattle and didn't let them bother her. She happily munched on fresh, green turf whilst her also-transformed sister stared at it with disdain, only just managing to choke down enough to keep herself from starving, she shamelessly emptied her bowels and bladder whenever the mood struck her whilst the once-Tsubaki cattle was still holding it in, futilely looking for a non-existant tree to hide behind whilst she did her business and gleefully pushed and shoved amongst the farm's other cows to get to the water trough whilst the pigtailed new cow was still too nervous to approach it when the rest of the herd were drinking. She didn't exactly like the taste of grass, or water filled with cow slobber, but that was all that was on offer, so why make a fuss?

She didn't understand the other former-girls. Yes, it was a shock to be transformed and she'd been as horrified and frightened as any of them to find herself trapped in the form of a dairy cow, but there was nothing they could do about it, right? Once the initial panic wore off, wasn't it best to just make the most of it? It was like the other new cows were still clinging to their lost humanity, resisting their new lives in the hopes of somehow getting their old ones back, which would be nice, she had to admit, but it was never going to happen and they needed to accept that. They needed to stop moping and try to enjoy being cows! It was tricky at first, having to learn what she was supposed to eat as a cow and stuff, but when she got the hang of it, the transformed-girl found there was a lot to like about her new life. She couldn't talk anymore, or eat what she wanted, or anything, but she never had to work, she never went hungry or thirsty and the farmers always made sure she was well cared for. She didn't have any worries of any kind. All she had to do was relax and play around with the other cows in her field and that suited her fine, even if her sister always mooed at her angrily whenever she poked her udder. Not that she could help herself, it was just so weird and squishy to touch! Besides, how could the other girl-turned-cow get angry with her for prodding her there, when she always let that farmgirl squeeze her teats? The formerly-Liz cow just needed to relax about being stuck as a cow, just like the other two transformed-girls did...

Eventually, though, all the former-girls followed their fellow-new cow's lead, growing to accept their new place in the world as simple livestock. They didn't have a choice, after all. After weeks of living the same routine, being driven to a barn at night to sleep in and driven back out to a field in the morning to spend the day grazing, the simple monotony became sort of comforting to the once-human girls. It wasn't the most exciting, or mentally-stimulating existence, but it was easy, the transformed-girls eventually letting themselves relax into their simple, non-demanding new lives to the point where they could all just stand there, idly chewing their cud for hours on end. Besides, the milking was great. The initial revulsion about being handled and squeezed and treated like simple animals soon vanishing completely in the face of the sheer pleasure of having their swollen udders emptied to the point where they actively looked forward to having a farmer's hands tugging at their teats, excitedly rushing over to the fence whenever they heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

Yes, it wasn't exactly the life any of the former-girls would have chosen, but they did all eventually learn to accept it and make the most of it (even the taste of grass got gradually more enjoyable with every soil-crusted mouthful they swallowed) and the routine became somehow enjoyable when at first it had felt costraining and mind-numbingly tedious. That routine was changed one evening, though, when the farmgirl, instead of leading the once-Patty cow back to the barn with the other cattle, slipped a rope over her thick, bovine neck and led her in a different direction, saying that, as the most energetic cow, there was somewhere else she needed to go tonight. The transformed-girl didn't try to fight it, placidly letting herself be led across the farm, interested to see where she was being taken until she eventually found herself in an unfamiliar barn. A smaller barn than her usual one where the rope was removed as soon as she stepped into it and a metal gate was hastily swung shut behind her. Curiously, the girl-turned-cow paced around her new enclosure, kicking her hooves at bits of straw on the floor, wondering what was happening and what this unusual smell that filled the place was. A smell that made her feel a kind of strange, unfamiliar excitement, throbbing in the most intimate parts of her now-bovine anatomy... The once-human cow mooed in mild confusion, lifting her tail to drop a cow pat, when she heard some sound behind her. The scraping of hooves on the floor and a heavy, violent snort. In a panic, the former-person span her now-cow's head around and mooed in shock at the sight of the large, aggressive-looking bull rushing towards her...

The next morning, when the transformed-girl was led back to the field with the other cows, she wasn't her usual, carefree self. Instead spending the rest of the day staring at the fence, chewing her cud in complete silence. The other former-girls tried to cheer her up, to stir her from her stupor, but she just ignored them, continuing to stare vacantly at nothing. The girls-turned-cows stared at each other nervously, wondering what on Earth could have happened to send their fellow transformation-victim into a catatonic state like that, but of course, they couldn't speak to ask her what was wrong, not even with the crude selection of different moos they'd managed to work out as they got more practised with their now-animal's voiceboxes. They might have been able to decide on sounds that meant simple things like "come here" or "I'm tired", but complex questions and conversations were forever out of their reach as cows. All they could do was watch her and worry, only discovering exactly what it was that had happened to her when they themselves were taken, one after the other, to spend a harrowing night in the bull's enclosure...

As harrowing as being forcibly impregnated by a mindless bull was for the former-humans, though, something almost as horrifying came nine-and-a-half-months later, after their already-large, bovine bodies had swollen to the point where even walking had become something of a challenge. The cow-which-had-been-Liz was the first to enter labour, the feeling of a hooved leg sticking out of her now-cattle's lady parts as a fully-formed animal tried to escape from inside her was bad enough, as was the pain of delivery, but then came the indignity of being assisted by a member of her former-species. It had been months since she'd transformed into a cow, but to feel another girl's arm thrust into her gaping vagina, penetrating her up to the shoulder was still traumatising, even if it had been a long time since she could think of a human woman as "another girl". Eventually though, after a lot of pushing, squirming inside her womb and desperate mooing, the ordeal was over. The transformed-girl standing there, utterly exhausted and staring in disbelief at the skinny calf she'd just had inside her. The daughter she hadn't asked for or wanted, which had been born a completely different species to the one she'd entered the world as and, despite everything, the horror of giving birth as a cow, of that night with the calf's father, of the fact that her child was an animal, not a person, found herself flooded with motherly love. The new, formerly-human mother mooed with a mixture of relief and joy and, not quite knowing why she was doing it, began to lick her placenta-covered calf as it instinctively stumbled towards her and began nursing at her bovine teat.

Before long, the other new cows went through the same ordeal - the cow-which-had-been-Tsubaki struggling with it even more as she gave birth to twin calves - but each of them came through it feeling the same way. With nothing but love for their non-human offspring. For the bovine children which accompanied them everywhere they went, regularly nursing off their bloated, swollen udders as they produced even more milk than they ever had before in their lives as cows.

The cow-which-had-been-Maka tried her best to impart the knowledge she'd studiously learned as a human to her calf, nudging rocks together with her hooves in an effort to teach her non-human daughter how to count, but the calf never seemed interested, staring at the strange thing she was doing for a moment before rushing to her teat to suckle some fresh milk. The former-girl let out a moo that was supposed to be a sigh as she felt her progeny tugging at her udder, wondering if there was any point to these lessons. She used to be a person and had kept her intellect, even after months of being a farm animal, but her child had been born that way. Maybe it was just an ordinary calf, a simple beast that would never have any higher thought than the need to eat and procreate? ...Maybe that was a good thing. It meant her calf wouldn't have to grow up saddled with an intelligence beyond the needs of its physical form, like she was stuck with, and could grow unhindered into a happy, healthy cow. Either way, she loved the little cutie, the sight of her daughter bounding happily across the grass towards her making it seem somehow okay that she was trapped forever in this bovine body...

The-cow-which-had-been-Patty, meanwhile, had no such thoughts and concerns about her calf's mind and future. She simply enjoyed playing with it. Formerly-human mother and always-cattle daughter frolicking through the field together without a care in the world, chasing after butterflies, stomping the steaming pats left by other cows beneath their hooves, winding up her sister by prodding her udder. The playtime only stopped when her calf paused to suckle at her teat, something which the now-bovine mother loved because it was adorable and it tickled, as well.

The cow-which-had-been-Tsubaki took a more sedate approach to motherhood, taking her two bovine offspring on a walk around the field, mooing contentedly at the beauty of nature all around her. The calves she'd birthed trotting obediantely beside her on their adorably wobbly legs, the green of the grass, the blue of the sky, the flowers in the field, the mountains looming in the distance beyond the unscalable fence. She'd never been felt so at peace with the world, such a part of nature as she did now that she was an animal herself, helping other cute little animals to grow as they paused from their stroll to nurse from their once-human mother's udder. The cow-which-had-been-Liz standing alongside her, her calf nursing from her udder as well, happy just to have some piece and quiet from her also-cow sister and her energetic offspring, relieved that her own bovine child was calm and relaxed, still amazed at how happy the little cow she'd given birth to made her. How having an animal for daughter could bring such joy to her life, even after having her humanity and her old life torn away from her all those months ago by a crazy, spiteful witch in a book shop...

Commissioned by . Hope you like it!

This is part of a series! Follow the link below to see the rest!

#1 Commission: Maka and Tsubaki the Cows

#2 You are here!