Mooed Ring
Chapter 2A
“Am I still dreaming?” Iris asked, probably rhetorically. I mean, if she was, what the hell kind of answer could I give her? I snorted in irritation, shaking my head, which made me aware that there were still other changes I’d failed to notice. My hands went up reflexively, finding tiny horns jutting from my temples, and long, slightly furry ears where my normally dainty lobes had once resided.
Iris dropped to her knees in front of me, still naked from our earlier love-making. She reached a hesitant hand out toward me, and as it made with my transformed ear I cringed and recoiled slightly. She looked concerned, and perhaps a little hurt, but withdrew her touch. “What’s going on here?” she finally asked, quietly.
“I wish I moo,” I replied. Realizing my error, I growled and corrected myself. “Knew. I wish I knew.” I was already blushing, feeling weak and humiliated to be found in this state, but my stupid little mistake made my embarrassment burn even more hotly.
“So, this isn’t like some secret identity thing, then?” Iris asked, with just the tiniest little smirk twisting her lips. “You’re not actually a minotaur or something who’s been masquerading as a human?”
The absurd idea was enough to momentarily disrupt my swirling feelings of shame, self-pity, and horror. I stared at Iris blankly for a few heartbeats before announcing, “You’re fucking insane.”
Iris’s smirk intensified and she shrugged. “Well, you’re apparently turning into a cow. That pretty much rules out all the sane explanations we could think of. Did you recently break any ancient relics, or eat a cursed hamburger?”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little, realizing Iris was trying to diffuse my burgeoning panic attack with humor. And I couldn’t fault her reasoning, given the evidence that I could almost feel swelling with every rapid breath I took. Any rational theory about my situation was going to wind up involving mad science or magic at some point. I tried to acknowledge her by meeting her halfway and responding to her question honestly. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t broken anything, nor stolen any statutes, amulets, talismans, or other jewelry. And I haven’t had any hamburgers in about a week, although I don’t know how I could tell if they were cursed.”
“Soggy pickles,” Iris deadpanned. “A sure sign of malevolence.”
We both laughed again, and when Iris reached out to pull me into an embrace I didn’t flinch. Or not much, at least. It was a very strange feeling to have breasts large enough to squish against hers, and the lump of what I feared was an udder was pressing into her belly, which felt cold against the heat of my new appendage.
Without releasing me, Iris spoke quietly into my new ears, saying, “I’m sorry. I know this must be terrifying for you. I’ll do anything I can to help.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. I was still bouncing uncertainly between flavors of disbelief and humiliation, but knowing she was there for me, and hadn’t run screaming from the room at the first sight of my inexplicable disfigurement, was a comfort. “I just wish I knew what could possibly help.”
Pulling back, but keeping her hands on my shoulders, Iris looked me in the eyes and asked, “Do you think we should call someone? An ambulance, maybe?”
I snorted again, and was alarmed at how loud it seemed. I wasn’t sure if my hearing was getting more sensitive or if my nose might be changing, too. Putting that aside for the moment, I replied, “I don’t think there’s much a paramedic can do about all this. Or a doctor.”
“I guess not,” Iris said, frowning. “And I doubt an internet search for ‘turning into a cow’ would be very fruitful, either.” She blushed after she said it, and looked away for the first time since finding me.
“Probably not,” I agreed, speaking slowly, feeling a slight prickle of suspicion. “Maybe we can find a recommendation for a reliable local exorcist, though.” Iris laughed quietly and looked back at me with her eyes twinkling, but then her gaze dropped to my breasts and got wider. I tilted my head down and blinked in shock as well.
Even in the few minutes we’d been speaking they’d continued to grow. They’d gone from large handfuls to prominent globes with huge areolae and long, thick nipples, which had just gotten close enough to jab Iris in the chest despite the distance she’d put between us. To me, they looked comically absurd on my thin frame, though I wondered if my body wasn’t about to get a lot thicker soon. I moaned in dismay, and it was echoed by Iris moaning at the same time, although hers sounded full of desire or longing. I looked back at her face sharply.
Catching my challenging glance, Iris blushed and looked down. “Sorry, it’s just… well, this is really hot to me.”
My eyes went wide, and I could feel my ears and a stubby tail twitch in surprise and consternation. “Hot?” I asked, and then more forcefully, “Hot?!” I pushed her away and scrambled backwards, putting my back up against the cabinets under my kitchen sink. “I guess you’ve just got a thing for sluts with giant tits, huh?” I said bitterly.
Iris gave me a sad look for a few moments, then put her hands in her lap and stared at them. “That’s not true, and you know it,” she said quietly. I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples appeared as flushed and turgid as my own were.
“What’s hot about this, then?” I challenged. I grabbed my swollen udder, which felt hard and hot, shaking it several times, clenching my teeth through the pain. “You have secret fantasies of fucking animals, you freak?”
Still looking down, Iris spoke so quietly I probably couldn’t have heard her with human ears. I could see tears leaking from her eyes as she answered, “Not exactly. But I’ve always had a thing for stories about mermaids and werewolves and half-human creatures. Something about the idea of transforming, or being transformed, turns me on. I know it’s not normal or whatever, but since it’s impossible, I never worried too much about the kind of porn I enjoyed. Or I guess it was impossible, anyway.”
“So you were speaking from experience when you said searching for cow transformation wouldn’t be much help,” I guessed, to which she nodded silently. “Did you do this to me, somehow?” I asked bitterly.
Iris’s eyes jumped back to my face and she looked truly shocked as she exclaimed, “Of course not! I would never do something like this to you, or to anyone!” After a pause, she blushed beet red and confessed, “Well, I might have done it to myself, if I could.”
“God, what a nightmare,” I muttered, shaking my head. Wincing, I rubbed my udder with one hand and a breast with the other. “And to add insult to injury, it’s starting to hurt. I barely even noticed the changes at first.”
“It’s probably because you’re starting to lactate,” Iris said quietly, staring at one of my nipples.
Shocked again, I looked down to the breast I was massaging and saw drops of pearly moisture beading in several places around the giant areola. As I watched, several combined and went trickling down the slope of my now massive mammaries. I mooed, unable to find words for my predicament.
“Will you let me try to help?” Iris asked, after I gave her a dismayed look of fear and disbelief. Feeling lost, I nodded my head.
Iris slowly crawled over to me and gently removed my hand from the breast it was still rubbing. Blushing fiercely and avoiding further eye with me, she leaned down and took the thick nipple, almost an inch long now, into her mouth. Her first attempts at suckling resulted in several tiny jets squirting her in the face, but she widened her mouth and began pulling more forcefully, and soon she was capturing almost everything that I was excreting.
The experience was rapturous for us both. I began mooing continuously, and her own moans vibrated through my being, making me shake and quiver. I grasped her head with both hands, hugging her close, and I was surprised and pleased when one of her hands found its way to my sex, hot and humid with my returning arousal.
I was lowing continuously as Iris fingered me, moving my hips back and forth, and my rhythm settled in as a counterpoint to her thrusting and nursing. When my first breast was fully drained she let it loose with a gasp, saying, “Oh, god, it’s so hot to be drinking from your tits!” Her eyes were bright, and rivulets of my milk ran out the sides of her mouth as she gulped air like a drowning person. Unable to resist, I kissed her ionately, tasting the residue of myself in her mouth.
“I want more!” Iris said urgently when we paused, and she immediately latched on to my other breast. There was no hesitation now, nor need for figuring out the mechanics, so her first pulls were deep and powerful. I mooed with delight, and knew I was not far from an orgasm once she resumed her handiwork down below. She managed to string me along until my milk was running low again, then pushed me over the edge by adding a couple more fingers without warning, making me bellow in ecstasy. She was all but fisting me, although the strength of my climax pushed her out, along with a puddle of my cum.
I collapsed forward, wanting to lie down, but my sore udder made that difficult, so I rolled onto my side. Iris pulled my head into her lap and stroked my hair, occasionally running one of her wet fingers along my ear or horn. As my wits slowly collected, I started crying and sniffling loudly. “What’s wrong,” Iris asked quietly.
“There’s a long list!” I said tremulously. “I feel bad for being mean to you and calling you a freak.”
“Shh,” Iris soothed. “That’s okay, I forgive you.”
“I still feel like a bitch,” I said, wiping my face to try and clear away the tears, only to discover that I must have been fingering Iris without realizing it, as I smeared myself with her familiar scent. I breathed deeply, finding that my sense of smell had definitely become more acute. After that momentary distraction, I continued, “I’m also worried that this transformation is permanent, and terrified to find out just how far it will go.”
“I was wondering that, too,” Iris replied. “It seems like it might be slowing down a little, so maybe it’s almost done.”
“I hope so,” I muttered. “I get that this is your secret fetish or whatever, but I feel like a freak, and I’m going to be treated as a freak if I ever show my face again. Or I’ll get shot. I sure as hell don’t want to turn all the way into a cow, but at least that might let me avoid a government lab. If it’s not temporary, or reversible, my life is over.” I broke down into noisy sobs, and Iris just rocked me for a long time, crooning gently. I actually fell asleep like that, at least for a little while, because the next thing I knew the sky outside had turned that deep purplish-blue of predawn.
“Sorry,” I mumbled thickly, feeling like my tongue was wider and longer. “I hope I didn’t gore you with a horn or anything.”
“It was fine,” Iris said quietly. “Are you feeling okay? Your udder looks like it’s about to burst.”
After she drew my attention to it, I became aware of a painful ache centered in my new body part, although it seemed less sore than my breasts had been. Looking down at them, they appeared to be about the same size as before, so I felt a small twinge of hope that I would at least avoid totally becoming livestock. Seeing her expectant look, I suddenly realized I’d forgotten to answer Iris’s question while I was lost in rumination. “It hurts, but it’s not urgent. I should probably, um, empty it, though.”
“Maybe we should do that in the tub,” Iris suggested. “We kind of made a mess in here.”
“Good plan,” I said. “Can you help me stand?”
With her assistance, I was able to walk to the small bathroom, although I kept leaning forward, as if being on all fours felt more natural. Once I was situated in the tub I tried to squeeze out milk from my teats, but clearly there was some trick to it I didn’t know. “God dammit!” I exclaimed, sniffling loudly again. “I’m so fucking useless!”
“Shh,” Iris said again, trying to soothe me. “It just takes practice. Watch.” She reached down with both hands and grasped my two lower teats, and within moments steady streams of milk were spurting out. I stared at her, incredulous. “I told you, I’ve had a thing for hucows for a long time!” she explained, blushing.
“Hucows?”
“That’s the fetish term for human-cow crossbreeds,” Iris said, burning even more brightly red. “Well, it covers more than just that. It’ll take too long to explain, but there’s a whole community of related kinks and people who enjoy them.”
“And your kink was strong enough that you learned how to milk a cow, just in case?” I asked, torn between a desire to laugh or maybe cry some more. Iris just shrugged in response and continued working my teats. “I guess I should be thankful I’ve got such a versatile girlfriend,” I said, finally coming down on the side of laughter. Once I started, I couldn’t stop, and Iris ed in.
I was feeling almost calm as my lower teats were emptied, going into a kind of meditative state. At least, I wanted to believe it was zen or something like that, as opposed to bovine mindlessness. Just before she started on my upper teats, Iris said, “Forgive me, but I have to take this chance.”
“What?” I asked dully, opening my eyes in time to see her begin going down on my dug like it was a cock. I gasped in shock, and the pleasure of being milked suddenly became sexual again. Although my teat wasn’t exactly as sensitive as a sex organ, it was still intensely erotic to see and feel her run her lips and mouth up and down its length, applying enough suction to begin pulling milk out of it. “MOO!” I exclaimed, blushing.
All too soon she pulled away and resumed her manual expression of my reserves. “I love drinking from you, it’s sexy in so many ways, but I already feel like my tummy is upset from too much dairy,” she said apologetically.
Slightly frustrated, but trying to be understanding, I replied, “That’s fine. Chances are excellent you’ll get another chance.”
Easily catching my subtext, Iris said, “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
I sniffled again, and craned my neck to catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror over the sink. Seeing the evidence of my ears and horns was much worse than feeling them, and my cute little nose was now huge, broad, and almost black. “I guess you were spot-on about the piercing,” I said bitterly. “It looks just right on a cow.”
With a sudden gasp, Iris stopped milking and looked at me, exclaiming, “Your nose ring!”
Baffled, I asked, “Yeah? What about it?”
“Maybe that’s the reason you changed!” she said with excitement.
I was about to tell her how ridiculous the idea sounded, but was it any more absurd than the fact that I was sitting in my tub having my udder drained? Instead, I just frowned thoughtfully and stared at her.
“Is there any way to remove it, like for cleaning or something?” she asked hurriedly.
“Yeah, the jewel thing unscrews and you can pull the sides apart,” I told her, reaching up to do so, although with things on my head not being in their accustomed places, I found it annoyingly awkward.
“Let me,” Iris said, deftly accomplishing the task and sliding the ring free of my septum. Within moments, my whole body was wracked with discomfort that stopped just short of being pain. My breasts and udder seemed to merge back into my body, expelling milk into the tub in the process, and from the feelings, all of my other cow parts were doing the same. It took about a minute, and when I looked back up at the mirror, my face was my own again. I started sobbing with relief, and nearly pulled Iris into the tub when I hugged her so tightly she started having trouble breathing.