“It is fortunate that your sliding glass door opened big enough to let you out, Charlotte.” “Please don’t say the word “big” around me. I am already self-conscious enough about my new size.” Charlotte slowly trots around her sizable backyard, thanking her lucky stars for having privacy-protecting fences. “I mean,” Charlotte continued to raise her concerns about this transformation, “I get the appeal of centaurs, but this is ridiculous”
Sure enough, Charlotte’s body has changed once again, this time growing an animal body below her waistline like a centaur. But unlike a centaur, who has a horse’s body to run around with, Charlotte got an entirely different animal instead. The animal that Charlotte got from the nanomachines last night was a dairy cow body instead of the classic horse variety.
The cow body below Charlotte looks striking like a proper cow’s. From the white and black splotches of hair which covered her lower half, to the cloven hooves that replaced her bare feet, and ended with a thin tail that is also covered with the two-tone hair with a tuft of her original hair color. And even if she can’t see it, Charlotte can tell that she also has a cow udder by her hind legs, with the fact that Nancy took time to “milk” her shows that it is a working one too.
Her upper, human body was also affected by the bots last night. The excess amount of fat from her belly yesterday has not only reduced to a small chub but also spread to the rest of her body. Charlotte was having a hard time getting used to the extra weight affecting her arms, face, and torso. Especially her torso since her modest bust has blimped out to almost the same size as her udder below, with the same amount of milk production as well.
There were also a lot of minor changes that Charlotte was more accepting than her weight problems. Like how she regrew her horns out of her head, almost like when she was a succubus but with different horns. Or that her ears have become more like an animal that she is, with her ears looking like floppy, cow's ears as compared to when she was a cat girl. Overall, just another annoying transformation caused by the nanobots due to an erotic fetish.
As a show of decency, Charlotte was wearing one of her biggest dresses as she made her way around her backyard. This outfit, with thanks from her time as Cordelia, was a black piece that would’ve gone down to her ankles. But given that Cordelia was a few feet shorter and one and a half body smaller, the long dress looked like a baggy shirt on her quadruped form with her milky tits filling out the majority of the fabric out front.
“Say, Nancy. Do you know what this one is called?” Charlotte asked her friend, who was still inside the house. Since the more recent changes that Charlotte had gone through were problematic enough to require her to physically help her out, Nancy pulled some strings that allowed her to work from home. To be fair, the data that the nanomachines had done to Charlotte has given her a lot to work with.
“From the looks of things Charlotte, it looks like you are now a"cowtaur ". That, as the name applied, means that you are now half-woman, half-cow instead of the more well-known centaur that fantasy loves to have.” Charlotte stares at her friend who is still typing away at her computer while she explains what she is. “Doesn’t this affect you, Nancy? Even though I am not a “normal centaur”, you love these fantasy stories with those mashups of monsters, right?”
Nancy stopped typing on her computer and got up to address her friend outside. “Yes, I would’ve loved to see you as a proper centaur. Your lower body is packed with muscles, hidden under a coat of soft, copper hair. To ride on top of your bare back and to run together across a field. And most of all, to snuggle up to you at night with your heated body keeping me warm.” Nancy said this with a dreamy look in her eyes until she looked up to see Charlotte looking uncomfortable with her udder dripping underneath.
“I know you didn’t ask to turn into a centaur, let alone a cowtaur,” Nancy said while milking her friend for the second time today. As a native city girl, Nancy doesn't know how to milk a cow. But one online search later and she is decent enough to help out her human-heifer friend. “So how am I supposed to know that there are other -taur creatures? I mean, The Minotaur was a bull-human fusion but we don’t call it a bulltaur.”
Charlotte, too busy milking herself on her main two udders, didn’t respond to Nancy moaning about the various human/animal hybrid and their names not ending with -taur. In fact, what Charlotte was really focusing on was not getting off from all of the stimulation. The pulling action on her teat-like nipples and the real teats that Nancy is pulling on also sent Charlotte into overdrive. She has to bite her tongue just so that she doesn’t moan as well, but not in a frustrating way.
“I’m not even halfway through the month and already I want some release,” Charlotte mentally shouted at herself. “If I keep getting these transformations, I will never beat the challenge. But I must not falter, or else I might just turn into a centaur for Nancy's amusement.” “There, that should be it for now. How are you feeling, Charlotte?” With another bucket full of milk, and her udders feeling empty like before, the only reply that the worn-out cowtaur said is, “M-moo.”