Inside their little mini Cabin, waiting for Henry to return Jess had gotten distracted from deciphering the book and had begun doodling in her notepad.
She had made good progress, the cypher complete, much of the phonetics and phonemes worked out. Now just trying to make sense of what was down on paper, a mix of cyphered text, mixed in with something that didn’t translate to English.
Art ran in the Miller family, especially on the female side. Though not as practiced and skilled as her mother, nor having the same classical style, Jess nonetheless had some talent with sketching.
Her current sketch was anthropomorphic cows sitting around a table playing cards; no doubt influenced by plenty real life events. Originally they’d been doodled with flat chests and only udders hanging under the table. But glancing down at herself early on in the doodle she’d changed it. Rubbing out the flat chest of one and adding round globes of tit-flesh. Iterations of the tits grew in size and shape until she was sure she was drawing a pastiche.
It took her a few attempts before they were the size and shape she thought was funny. Large enough to rest on the table, spilling out over the cards, giant teats pointing up and squirting milk.
She giggled at the ridiculous drawing then stopped when her jiggling tits began shaking the table.
Jess looked down at her milky white mammaries, how voluminous and heavy they were. They were just as big as the ridiculous pair she’d drawn. They were awkward and annoying at time. It was a pleasure to take the weight off them… but…
… She had to admit she liked having them. Not only did she love how womanly and curvy they made her look, but they also felt so much better than the puffy mosquito bites she’d had before entering the Cabin.
Before the Cabin, no matter how horny she could barely get a tingle out of them. Now though… a light breeze could get her flesh tingling more. Every square centimeter was a bundle of sensitive nerve endings begging to be stroked to release endorphins.
Gently, Jess ran her fingertips around her exposed cleavage, sighing at the feeling. Would that there was no to Cabin or curse. Although. Did she really hate it? Without it she wouldn’t have her body or likely her man. Did she really hate what she’d become? If she had a choice would she chose different?
A scrape of wooden legs on floor and her seat was pushed back from the table. Heavy slaps followed as her breasts landed on the udder squashed up on her lap, and Jess gasped in exultation. Deft fingers opened her blouse and unhooked her binding to allow her tits to fully fall free, her teats, flaccid like tiny cocks began dribbling milk already, so soon after her morning milking…
… The milkings... two hours every day where all her mind felt was release and pleasure. Suckling, draining her dry. Relieving that wonderful pressure. Did she hate what she’d become? She really hadn’t. She was beautiful. Curvy. Desirable. Bestial. Womanly.
It wasn’t the curse or Cabin she feared. It was rejection. Rejection by her man. Her mate. She’d fight for him. For them. If there was a way to escape she’d find it. Or a way.. maybe.. if the curse could be altered or…
… Her face. She couldn’t lose that next, how could he love her even with a cow’s muzzle… he’d said he would.. but how could he.
*BOOM*
Jess startled as the Cabin door flung open. Revealing her man, looming large, naked, sweating, panting. Heavy breasts heaving on a muscled chest. Nostrils flaring and wisps of vapour curling to his growing horns. Jess gasped as Henry regarded his open bloused daughter sitting across from him. She noticed too the fully erect bull penis trailing vapour in the cool air.
Jess’s tail began to swish behind her. From side to side it curled, pulling on her anus and spreading the pheromones of her quickly moistening pussy. She also felt her stubby little penis pressing on the underside of her udder.
“Jess…” he grunted, “Your face…” words seemed a struggle. His eyes were glazed.
Jess’s hands shot to her face, it still felt normal, soft and flat. “My face?” she trembled.
He stomped into the room. Until he loomed over her. “Make it better again. More. Pretty!”
“Pretty?” she trembled, he wanted her to change?
“More pretty. Like when you milk. More… just better… cow-like. You look better like a , getting milked. A fuck-cow”
A fuck-cow. Her face flushed a furiously deep crimson. He’d seen her being milked; leaking, panting, exposed… changed. Her mouth and nose pushed into a short snout, mooing furiously while leaking from every teat… and he’d liked it? Preferred it? A fuck-cow. A cow good for fucking. His fuck-cow… his curvy, soft, milky, leaky, wet, tingly, sexy, beautiful fuck-cow.
Jess’s resistance had unravelled so quickly, and besides herself she knew why. She loved being his, naturally; but she also loved how he looked at her. Nothing excited Jess more than the look of hunger on his face, and right now he looked famished. She knew her body did that to him, so how can she not but love it. It made him desire her and… and it made her desire herself. It felt so good. She felt so good, so sexy and desirable. So fuuuull of milk. She loved what she was and what she’d become. She was perfect…
Or…
…Almost perfect? She rose from her seat, tits and udder spilling down, dribbling milk to patter around her feet. She dropped her open robe to the floor, standing buck naked, feeling the cold outside air tickle the back of her sopping thighs.
Henry took another hungry step towards her, his monster-cock twitched and dribbled a few tablespoons of clear pre-cum to the wooden floor.
Jess smiled widely, cheeks pulling her nose taut. Then tauter still. She could feel the tugging at the sides of her nostrils as her nose began to change; widen and flatten, her nostrils were enlarging. Looking cross-eyed she could see her nose disappear from view as it flattened completely against her face.
Henry for his part was ecstatic. Lust had taken over to such a degree that he had no more filter; no restraint to have him hold back from making advances with his daughter, seeing only the mate that he desired; no shame in his attraction now to her bestial side, only a self realisation that the more she changed the more his body reacted to her; and no guilt at forcing this encounter, only growing extreme excitement what her change would bring. All this fed into his response at her momentary look of hesitance as her face began to change. That wan smile betraying a layer of glass ready to shatter at the first rejection. Unlike every encounter up until now, he had no hesitation in egging her on now.
“So Pretty Jess. Look at you. You’re gonna be perfect.” Henry saw her knees weaken at that and she breathed in deep, eyes fluttering. Something broke within her then, he could see. With excited, trembling fingers she reached down and trailed her father’s bestial cock from base to tip, collecting as much musk and slimy pre-cum as she could.
“Can’t believe I’m doing this…” she nervously giggled, voice aspirating deep and nasally through her flattened nose.
As her hands returned to her face her nose drew in a deep breath, hungrily sucking in the scent of bovine sex. For the first time smelling it with her changed nose she finally got it. Got what pheromones were really about; the smell was so unbelievably deep and primal, it almost felt like she could eat it. A part of her even now empathised with her estranged mother, wondering if this was what her smell and scenting was doing to her.
The fat of Jess’s upper lip deflated and she sniffed, skin turning a rosy pink and moistening.
“Yes babe!” Henry finally laid hands on her, grabbing Jess by her soft shoulders and pressing his mouth into hers, his nose pressing against the flat moistness of her. Mouths opened and hungry tongues quickly intertwined. Jess’s hands grabbed Henry’s face and she kept her mouth pressed hard against his, her now larger nostril flaps widening and drawing in his scent audibly.
She moaned into his mouth as Henry’s hands and fingers flitted down her curvy sides and around her wide hips to her soft udder. Firmly grabbing her top two teats he pulled sharply eliciting two things from Jess.
The first was a twin shot of warm steamy, sweet smelling milk to splatter against Henry’s legs
The other was a loud and unexpected “Moooo” from Jess.
Both broke for air and locked eyes, Jess blushing and Henry panting. “Do that again” he demanded, tugging her teats.
Jess’s legs sagging as he tugged and made her “Mooo” again, unbidden and uncontrolled. This time, eyes crossed she could feel her face begin to stretch. Bones in her nose and mouth push forward, tongue thickening and lengthening, slipping from her mouth to hang drooling.
“More babe” he demanded again. Squeezing and tugging. Eliciting another “Moo” and making a dribble of clear, slimy grool drip from her drenched snatch to the floor with a *plap*.
Henry switched teats then, grabbing the lower pair. “Cum. Cum like a fuck cow.” Eyes glazed over. The Cabin’s lust fully and completely in control. All it, and he wanted now was a cow mate to match him. He pulled and held them taut, leaving Jess in a rapturous bellow, face stretched into a short muzzle.
The muzzle took up a noticeable part of her peripheral, but even so she saw with crossed eyes the long thick tongue sticking almost 6 inches clear of her muzzle as she bellowed a “Moo”.
Unable to stay up under the barrage she slid to her knees, as Henry towered over her. Down here though, the smell of his musk was exponentially stronger, both due to proximity and changed senses. She had no chance now to not continue, any tiny reservations melting to the Cabin and the smell of Henry.
Hungrily she nuzzled up Henry’s thigh, nostrils sniffing his manliness. Deeply she drew in the scent of his balls, long tongue snaking out and carefully twirling around them, drinking in their taste.
“Oh god Jess… look at you.” Henry moaned. “You’re a goddess like that”. He held her face again, pinning back her bovine ears.
Jess tongue slurped back wetly and with a slightly deeper and still a bit of a nasal tone she responded, “Yeah? I make a pretty fuck cow?”.
“The prettiest.” He pushed her muzzle towards his dribbling cock. Marvelling as her tongue first slid out to twist and wrap around the shaft, sliding as her new muzzle slowly enveloped his length.
“Been wanting it for weeks.” He grunted between pleasured moans. “You to look like this…just couldn’t admit it”. He grunted again, hip thrusting in an uncontrolled jerk. Jess took it in her stride, slipping and slurping hungrily down his length.
“More curvy, softer, m-mmore cow like.” He grimaced, barely holding together under her onslaught. “My fuck cow. Mm-my… hhhhnnnnggghhh”. Jess caught Henry unawares as on full thrust her bovine tongue extended and slipped down the side of one of his balls. With an almighty bellow he began to cum.
Balls tensing an avalanche rushed up his shaft depositing a load directly down Jess’s eager gullet, with a second and third following frantically before her heart could even beat twice. Even a creature as hungry as a cow-transformed hungry Jess couldn’t keep up under that barrage and she reeled back, coughing and spluttering cum in all directions. Gobbets of white chunky bovine cum splattered all over her hands as she coughed and wheezed. This was nothing against the hose of bovine semen Henry had set off. Blast after blast, rope after rope flew across the space between them to paint her head to udder with ropes of bull cum.
By the time Jess’s breath returned she could see ropes painted across her protruding muzzle, dangling obscenely, filling her nostrils with the acrid wonderful smell. Giddy now again she her tongue extended out, flicking up the side of her muzzle to grab the rope of smelly cum and draw it back to her lips with a satisfied *smack*. “Think I like this thing already Daddy. Time to lock it in.” she chuckled nervously, excited. This was so unbelievably naughty. When she looked over though she drooped as she saw Henry collapsed in a heap, cock completely soft and retreating fast, Henry himself glazed and barely with it.
“Oh no you don’t…” she grunted, dropping on all fours to shuffle towards him. “I’m your cow now. Your fuck cow. And she needs a fucking to keep this for you.” She patted her muzzle.
Henry’s mouth opened in a feeble response, but before he could speak another voice flew across them.
“Holy fuck…”
Both heads turned and looked up to see a dark haired teen in a lush red dress outlining the open door.
“That… that’s so fucking hot…” Jennifer exhaled.