Author: Julien Sorel (juliensorel61@hotmail.com)
Title: The Reluctant Cow, Part Two
Summary: Maggie's boyfriend doesn't seem completely unhappy about her transformation into a girl/cow....  
Keywords: MF, nc, humil, transformation, lactation


Peter sat on a stool in the barn, his head in his hands.  Maggie stood in her stall, tethered and teary-eyed, looking pleadingly at Peter and mooing.

"Mag, I just don't know how this happened.  I'm so sorry.  That's all I can say, I guess - I'm just so sorry."

Maggie mooed plaintively, a tear rolling down her plump cheek.

Peter reached out and touched her face gently.  "It's really amazing...that you still look so beautiful.  I mean, with all that extra...I mean, I guess that's the silver lining in all this, that you look...really, you're amazingly beautiful."

Maggie didn't seem comforted.  Peter moved his hand down to Maggie's breast, which was the size of a small watermelon, and stroked it with the same comforting gesture, finally arriving at her nipple, which was big enough for him to grab on to.  Maggie mooed loudly, an alarmed expression on her face.

Peter kissed Maggie on the face, then got up and moved around behind her.  As quickly as he could, he took his pants down and plunged his erect cock deep into Maggie.

Maggie strained against her tether and mooed pathetically, her cowbell clanging.  But Peter had a firm grip on her now-sizable ass with both hands and was fucking her for everything he was worth.

He didn't last very long.  Breathing hard, he pulled his pants back on, sat in front of Maggie again, and gave her another kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, honey.  You're just....  I'm sorry.  I hope that was good for you too."

Maggie didn't look as if she were having fun.

"Are you hungry?  I'm sorry I didn't give you anything - you're probably hungry.  Wait a minute."

Peter put a small manger full of grass on the stand that Maggie's hands were resting on.  Still mooing and crying, Maggie instinctively lowered her head, took a big mouthful of the grass, and started chewing, a few long strands of grass sticking out of her mouth.

Peter watched her eat.  "I'm doing some lab work now.  There's always hope - this drug isn't tested as much as we would like.  I'm afraid we'll just have to wait and monitor you to see how quickly it will wear off.  To be truthful, it's not likely that we'll see much change before six weeks or so."

Maggie mooed loudly at the sound of "six weeks."  But she continued to chew her grass, and took another mouthful as soon as she had room for it in her mouth.

"From a scientific point of view, it makes more sense to treat this like a long-term event, as regards health considerations.  I'm running a set of tests to try to get a handle on whether your biology is more like a woman's than like a cow's at this point.  That will make a difference in terms of diet, exercise, etc."

Tears were falling onto Maggie's feed as she chewed and mooed.

"Maybe this won't be so bad a thing, overall," Peter said hopefully. "Once the initial shock is passed, your time here shouldn't be stressy or pressured at all.  And I have enough personnel to take care of all your needs, even when I'm travelling.  While we're waiting to see how effective the drug is, you can just...take stock, you know, enjoy the simple things, relax.  There are pastures here...you'll get a lot of sun...."

The more Peter tried to comfort Maggie, the more mournful her moos became.  Peter stroked her hair.

"There, girl.  There now," he said.  Maggie gave him a horrified look as she lowered her head for another mouthful of feed.

Peter looked intently at Maggie as she ate.  Then he got up and went around behind her again.  In a matter of seconds he was inside her again, pumping away at her majestic hips.  Mooing loudly, Maggie continued to chew grass the whole time she was being fucked.

When we was finished, Peter stood in front of Maggie, looking uncomfortable as he watched her eat, his cum running down her legs.

"Geez, it looks as if we have to do something about those udders," he said.  He touched them tentatively, and Maggie mooed immediately, as if in pain.

Peter took Maggie's tether off the post.  "Down, girl, down," he said, pulling her off her stand and leading her away.  Maggie swayed from side to side as she walked on her hands and feet after Peter, still chewing the last mouthful of her meal.

Peter got Maggie set up on the milking machine, closing a gate behind her so she couldn't back away from the suction devices.  "Good girl," he said, watching his girlfriend moo helplessly as the machine started sucking the milk out of her tits.  "This is going to take a while, and I have a lot of work to do, so...."  Maggie stared at Peter with half-closed eyes, her moos getting shorter and breathier.  Fascinated but feeling as if he needed a break, Peter backed out of the milking room, leaving Maggie to the punishing caress of the suction cups.