Jennifer was ravenous. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Even since her udder had formed, the hunger was a raging storm. She had stared at the open refrigerator and began on the top shelf, scarfing down left-over veggie lasagna and eating an entire jar of pickles. Jennifer grabbed some cupcakes from last weekends cook out and ate each other, savoring the spongey cake and super-sweet frosting.
She was grunting and groaning between gulps of food. The top two shelves were empty and she was now rooting through the deli tray, throwing back American cheese slices; cheese sticks (she didn’t bother to strip it); and even a pack of mozzarella in the back that had a tiny spot of mold. All of it entered Jennifer’s mouth.
“Jen . . . holy shit . . .” Susan mumbled, staring hard at her friend. Jennifer’s stomach was becoming distended and grumbled loudly as the cow girl filled it with food.
“Can’t . . . stop . . .” Jennifer said between long gulps of orange juice.
Susan watched as Jennifer’s body seemed to shift as well, her ass growing wider now. Jennifer pushed herself away from the fridge.
“SO hungry,” the cow girl thundered. “Fooood.”
Jennifer tossed open the cabinet and got out boxes of cereal. She ripped the boxes and the bags within open and poured them into her.
Jennifer had eaten every non-meat product in the kitchen. Hot Pockets, Ice Cream, frozen fruit for smoothies - all from the freezer. Cereal, peanuts, pickles, peppers, lettuce, hard noodles . . . all that and more had been shoved into her mouth and into her rapidly expanding stomach.
Whatever magic had compelled her to eat nearly seventy pounds of food now made it apparent in her body shape. Gone was the skinny cheerleader with the perky breasts, trim legs and flat stomach. In its place was a naked cow girl – her skin covered in black and white fur; the rolls of a woman twice her previous size sat sandwiched between her gigantic breasts and inhuman udder. Her butt, one pert and cute, was wide and thick.
She was farting. A lot. The musk of cow manure wafted from her rump with every burst from her butthole. Jennifer was burping, too, a hundred different flavors of binged food rushing out like fog from her four new stomachs.
“You – you –“
“I’m a fat fucking cow,” she cried out and put her hoof-like hands on her head. “Fuck.”
Susan bit her bottom lip. Compared to Jen, Susan looked . . . well, at least somewhat more like herself. Sure, she had the fur to match Jennifer’s and she had the bazookas to beat, but Jennifer looked like someone had cross-bred a cow and a human.
Jennifer put her face into her hoof hands and sobbed.
“Fucking freak, I’m I’m I’m I’mmmmMMMMOOOOOOO!”
Susan gasped. “Whoa.”
“I’m barely a human being!” Jennifer shouted. “MOOOOOO!”
“Jen . . . do you think it’s safe for me to T or D you after you’ve eaten all that food? You might explode or something,” Susan wondered.
“YES! JUST DO IT, YOU HO-BAG! MOOOOO!”
“Oh, Jen,” Susan sighed apologetically. “Why are you like this?”
“NO! NOOOO MOOOOO OOO MOOOOOOO!”
Jennifer surged forward onto her hands and knees. She grunted and snarled and bellowed as her arms lengthened, the muscles warping beneath her furry flesh. Her bones reformed and she was pushed upward, her arms and legs now the same length.
A fury of words and noises poured out of Jennifer’s muzzle. Her breasts melted into her chest, leaving only tiny nipple nubs.
Susan leaned down and put her hand on Jennifer’s still vaguely human face. “Are you okay?”
“Hurts,” she grunted.
“I’m sorry. You should have just . . . been nicer.”
Jennifer blinked. “Mooo.”
Susan sighed and tussled her hair. “Transform or dare . . ."