Mooed Ring
Chapter 3D
“I can’t meet your parents looking like this!” I exclaimed, bewildered and horrified at the mere suggestion.
Iris giggled and said, “Well, of course we’ll shower and make ourselves pretty before we drive out there!”
“No, you… What?” I said, unable to easily articulate any of my several objections to her absurd rebuttal. “That’s not… I’m half cow, for crying out loud!” I finally yelled. “Do you really think all I need is a soak in the fucking tub?!”
“More like about twenty percent bovine, I’d say,” Iris replied, teasingly. “And my folks live out in the country, ? This is no big deal!”
“No big deal?!” I screeched. My hands instinctively hefted my new, heavy boobs, the better to display the swollen orbs that used to be my itty bitty titties. “These look pretty fucking big to me! Not to mention the udder and tail and horns and everything else!” I was forcibly reminded of my earlier suspicion that my girlfriend had been secretly insane the whole time and somehow concealed it from me until last night.
“Spoken like a true city girl!” Iris said with a laugh as she leapt up and held out both hands. “Trust me! You’re beautiful, they’ll see that, and they’ll love you!” I took the proffered assistance since I wanted to stand up anyway, and it was still hard for me to do that on my own, thanks to the added mass in awkward locations on my body.
“I guess, if that’s true, it would mean they’re crazy, too,” I muttered, swaying slightly as I reacclimated myself to a shifted center of gravity. “At least that would mean you came by it honestly.”
“Crazy-in-love, maybe,” Iris said with a smile, surging in and grasping my face with both hands as she delivered a ionate kiss. Even the unfamiliar sensations of my new endowments getting smushed in our embrace wasn’t enough to distract me, and once again I felt my negativity fade away as my arousal slowly built up to replace it.
“C’mon, let’s go take a shower, Tay,” whispered Iris. “I’ll help you get squeaky clean!”
I allowed myself to be led to the bathroom and waited as my girlfriend adjusted the water temperature. We were still essentially naked, so it wasn’t long at all before I was standing beneath the hot spray and letting Iris shampoo my hair. It was nice to be pampered, I guess, although it also made me feel weak and submissive, which wasn’t entirely pleasant. I stopped thinking about it as she worked her way down my body and lathered my fur, which was surprisingly erotic. After washing my tail, Iris actually stuck the tip of the damned thing in her pussy!
“Mmm!” she sighed happily. “I love the way it twitches and shifts around when it’s trapped like that! It’s almost like it knows!” I didn’t get much physical pleasure from the act, since the tail didn’t feel particularly sensitive to such stimulus, but it seemed like it must be incredibly kinky, and Iris was really into it, so it was starting to turn me on as well. I even tried to move it around deliberately and brush her clit, but I didn’t have fine motor control over the appendage, and wondered if I ever would.
While I was distracted exploring the limits of what I could accomplish with tail-fucking, Iris reached around from behind and began stroking my teats, forcing the milk I’d been producing to run out and mingle with the water from the shower. It was incredibly arousing to me, not to mention intimate, and I mooed lustily in response to her manipulations.
“It’s a shame to just let it run down the drain,” Iris whispered in my ear, pausing to nibble the furry oval sensually. “But you’ll make more soon enough!” For the first time since the whole insane episode began, that idea didn’t seem terrible.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” I said in a kind of exclamatory whisper. It was the following morning, at least in a technical sense, considering the sky was just starting to look kind of purple as our wedge of the world swung back toward the sun. “I can’t go outside naked!”
Iris was standing in the open doorway to my apartment, trying to persuade me to leave with her on the trip to visit her parents. To my relief, the issue had been tabled the previous day since my girlfriend couldn’t keep her hands off my body. I was still feeling kind of overwhelmed and traumatized by my metamorphosis, so her lustful joy about the situation was irritatingly palliative and arousing. “Well, you said yourself that none of your nice clothes fit anymore!” Iris replied calmly, with just the hint of a smile.
In truth, I probably did have a few items that could have stretched over my expanded curves, such as exercise sweats. Being fairly petite, I also had heavier winter outfits than most people in our area bothered with, some of which could likely have served to protect my modesty. I wasn’t ready to it it, even to myself, but having fabric on my skin was frustratingly itchy and anxiety-inducing. I prayed that it was just because of the thin layer of fur, but I was already starting to doubt that.
When I just fidgeted nervously and failed to answer her, Iris grinned widely and said, “Okay, I get it! It’s weird to be singled out as the only one naked. I’ll strip, too!” Without further ado, and still standing next to the open door, Iris proceeded to remove the few items of clothing she’d donned for the drive. She turned it into a bit of a show, dancing and humming a tune I didn’t recognize as she peeled off her dress and panties.
“Ta-da!” she said happily, splaying her arms out above her head. “Now we’re both stark naked! Let’s get rolling! It’s so early, no one is going to see us, and even if someone does, it’ll be too dark for them to notice anything until we’re well out of the city!”
“Stark raving mad is more like it,” I mumbled, but allowed my girlfriend to tug my arm, until we were both standing in the narrow hallway that divided my loft from the neighbor’s. I couldn’t help trying to cover myself up as we walked to the elevator, but there was too much of me for my still-petite hands to deal with. I held my breath against the miniscule chance that someone would already be in the lift when it arrived, despite the early hour, and mooed quietly in relief to see it was empty. Iris grinned and I blushed as we rode down to the parking garage the first floor had been converted into.
Our journey out of town was just as easy and unremarked as Iris had suggested, which was both calming and a little annoying. After my fear-fueled adrenaline drained away I was exhausted, and being a enger in a car tended to make me drowsy anyway. I started falling asleep, and the last thing I was aware of was Iris patting my thigh affectionately and saying, “I’ll let you know when we get close!”
Strange dreams of standing in a field of waving grass during a windstorm plagued me, and I sat bolt upright while mooing in alarm. Or I tried to do so, but I’d reclined my seat in order to nap, as well as to help conceal my nakedness and cow-ness from other motorists. The seat belt was still engaged, though, and it pressed against my breasts and udder painfully while I thrashed in alarm.
“Calm down, Tay!” Iris said, reaching over to stroke my leg again. “Bad dreams? No need to worry, we’re safe!” Pointing to a sign we were ing that indicated her hometown was only 22 miles away, she added, “See? We’re almost there!”
I ratcheted myself back to a more-or-less upright position and stared out the window at the fields of waving grass, which were not at all dissimilar to those of my disturbing dream. I’d never driven out to this part of the state before, although I thought that one agricultural area probably looked much the same as any other, at least from the perspective of a car on the road.
“My udder feels full again,” I said, unable to keep a slightly whiny tone of complaint out of my voice. I had a vague idea that farm cows were ordinarily milked in the morning and the evening, and it seemed like I would need roughly similar treatment in order to be comfortable. Or as comfortable as I could ever get anymore, I thought bitterly. The sun had just risen over the top of the fields, which I was inclined to interpret as a sign.
“We’ll get you taken care of as soon as we get to the farm,” Iris replied cheerfully, glancing over at me and smiling. “We won’t have to waste it in the tub anymore!”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” I said morosely. “Are you going to lock me in a barn with the real cows?”
“Don’t be silly, Tay!” Iris said with a giggle. “You can’t really think I’d do something like that to you!”
My ire bubbled back up for a brief moment and I angrily retorted, “I wouldn’t have thought you’d transform me into a half-cow monstrosity, but it happened! So yeah, it seems entirely realistic to worry about being turned into your barnyard sex livestock!” Iris looked shocked and hurt, and I couldn’t help sarcastically adding, “Oh, excuse me, I should have said one-fifth-cow monstrosity.”
“I really wish you’d not use words like ‘monstrosity’ to describe yourself, Tay,” Iris said quietly and sadly.
“Why? Afraid I’ll hurt the feelings of the ‘hucow and proud’ community?” I sneered, but I was already starting to feel bad about my outburst, and only felt worse when I noticed her eyes shining with unshed tears.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, and soon we had turned off the country road onto a long graveled lane that seemed to divide a field of corn from a field of wheat or some similar crop. A two-story farmhouse and associated outbuildings were the only structures in view. Trying to break the awkward silence, I asked, “How many acres do your parents own?”
“About 2500, although it’s not all contiguous,” Iris replied. “This farm is a little over 1000 acres, and they lease two smaller farms to other families. Plus they own about 400 acres of pine forest.”
“Oh,” I said, somewhat surprised. “I didn’t realize your family was so wealthy.”
“They’re not,” Iris said, shaking her head. “Or not in a monetary sense, anyway. Farming takes a lot of reinvestment, so most of their wealth is tied up in the land. But they’ll tell you that we’re rich in other, more important ways.”
As we pulled up to the house and got out of the car, Iris’s good humor seemed to be reasserting itself and she gave me a small grin as she said, “Don’t bite my head off, but they’re probably out in the barn. I promise not to lock you in a stall when we get there!”
“Aren’t you going to put on some clothes first?!” I asked with surprise, seeing her start to wander off toward the big red building as naked as the day she was born, carrying only a small handbag.
“No one will care,” Iris replied with a shrug, then held out her hand to me. “And I promised you that I wouldn’t let you be the only one.”
Touched by her solidarity despite everything else I still felt resentful about, I intertwined her fingers with my own and nervously allowed myself to be led toward the barn. “I must be crazy, too,” I mumbled.
“I probably forgot to mention it, but I usually call my moms by their first names,” Iris explained. “Sometimes I still call Daisy ‘Mom’ or Dahlia ‘Mama’, but that’s mostly just when I’m trying to wheedle something out of them.”
I blinked, a little taken aback by the revelations, but said, “Thanks. Good to know, I guess.”
“We’re here!” Iris yelled loudly when we arrived at the large, open doors. The smell of livestock was a little off-putting to me, but more from being unfamiliar than from actually being repulsive or rancid. I was still sampling the air, trying to decide how I felt about the odor, when my girlfriend’s parents walked into view, and my jaw dropped cartoonishly when I saw them.
“Daisy is the blonde, and Dahlia has black hair,” Iris supplied helpfully, although I was stuck on the fact that both nude women were about as much like cows as I was. Huge breasts and udders dominated my sight, ones so large that they dwarfed my own, although the ladies were considerably taller and heavier than I was in all other respects as well. Fit and muscular, to be sure, but stout.
“This must be Tatum!” the blonde said, smiling in a way that suggested she was probably Iris’s genetic ancestor. “Welcome to our home!” She opened her arms and approached for a hug, but delayed long enough to allow me to object if I cared to. I was stunned, and somewhat curious, so I let it happen. I had a desire to laugh hysterically when my face got jammed between her enormous tits.
“Very pleased to meet you,” said the other mother, Dahlia, who held out her hand to shake instead. I accepted that greeting with a little more composure, then turned around to look at my grinning lover.
“I’m really sorry for what I said earlier,” I mumbled, feeling tears start to form in my eyes.
“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Iris replied, surging in for a hug.
“Why didn’t you warn me?” I asked, sniffling guiltily.
“At first I wanted it to be a surprise,” Iris itted quietly. “Then I thought that it would need to be a bit of a shock to help you get through your mixed feelings.”
“This is all too much to take in,” I mumbled, not wanting to let go of Iris but allowing her to step back when she tried to end our embrace.
“Well, there’s just one more big reveal,” Iris said with an apologetic smile. “Or maybe two, depending on how good a guesser you are.”
Iris opened the clasp on her clutch and extracted a metal ring like mine, except hers was made of gold. Giving the handbag to her mom to hold, she inserted it into a septum piercing I had never realized was there. Within moments she was undergoing a rapid transformation similar to my own. I watched, mouth agape, as her breasts swelled and an udder ballooned. She mooed rapturously as her metamorphosis concluded, flicking her tail for emphasis. “This is the real me,” she said.
I squirmed where I stood, turned on and embarrassed about it, and still feeling guilty for how much worse my harsh words must have sounded to her than I could have realized. “What’s the last surprise?” I asked with a thick voice.
Giving me a saucy smirk, Iris replied, “You may not have noticed, but Dani actually charged me for your piercing and your new jewelry.” She dropped to one knee in the soft dirt and held up a hand to me. “I’d like you to consider that an engagement ring, if you love me enough to be my wife.”
I sobbed and mooed, unable to speak just then, but I nodded my head vigorously. Iris jumped to her feet and squeezed me tightly, also beginning to cry, and from the loud snuffling and honking noises behind us, I guessed that her moms were probably feeling pretty emotional about things as well.
As it turned out, my condition was as reversible as Iris’s proved to be, so even though my new life had started, I didn’t have to immediately give up my old one. I still pull an occasional guilt trip on my wife for turning me into a cow without warning, but I’m no longer angry about it. The sex and milking are amazing, and I even came to love the quiet country life on the farm when we moved out there after a couple more years in the city.
Iris and I argued for a long time about which of us should try to get pregnant once we decided it was time to start a family. It’s not exactly cheap, and it would be a major hurdle for us to pay for even one IVF treatment, but her moms surprised us by selling some land and using the proceeds to cover the procedures for both of us. As they said at the time, “Grandkids are worth so much more.” Iris and I are both swollen and gravid with our future son and daughters, since she’s having twins, and I’ve never been happier.