As Charlie sat on his messy bed, lost in thought about the day's events, a strange sensation washed over him. His skin tingled, as if pins and needles were poking at his nerves from the inside out. He glanced around the room, frowning, trying to pinpoint the source of this discomfort. It was then that he heard it - a voice, soft and musical, seeming to emanate from the very air itself.
"Hello, Charlie," the voice said. It sounded vaguely feminine, yet somehow otherworldly at the same time. "My name is Xantia, and I am a powerful being. I've been observing you for quite some time now."
Charlie gulped, feeling a mixture of fear and curiosity wash over him. "W-who are you?" he managed to stammer.
"Oh, you know me, Charlie," the voice replied, taking on a playful tone. "I am the one who has the ability to change your reality, to make your world as I see fit. And when I am bored, I like to amuse myself by doing just that."
Before Charlie could respond, there was a flash of light, and when his vision cleared, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. The walls were adorned with posters of bands he'd never heard of, with what looked like anthropomorphic animals on it, and the furniture had been rearranged into a configuration he didn't recognize. He looked into a large mirror hanging on his wall, and screamed “AHHH WHAT THE FUCK” He looked down at his body in shock of what he is seeing. His clothes are completely gone. A cows snout is now where his nose once was, and takes up a large portion of his new vision. His skin has been replaced with a brown hide, and he isn’t exactly a “he” anymore. There are 2 large D cup breasts protruding from her chest, and a large, full, sensitive veiny udder is hanging from her crotch, adorned with 4 milk leaking teats. She then looked at her hands, which now have been reduced to 3 digits each, and carefully lifted up her udder, which sent huge waves of pleasure up her spine. She tried to ignore it and looked at her crotch, only to find her manhood is completely gone, the only thing left is a throbbing pussy in its place.
To your shock, you have been transformed into a female anthropomorphic dairy cow.
“MRRRRROOO WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DOO”
“Made your life interesting!” Said the voice. “You’ll now find you are a 20 year old anthro cow named Charlie (you’re welcome), living in a world where everyone is an anthropomorphic animal, and you happen to also have a sexually abusive bull boyfriend that you live with. Have fun navigating that!” Said the voice one last time before it vanished.
“No wait please don’t-MOOOOO”
You suddenly exclaim as you bump your udder on your furniture, trying to get the voice to come back. This is gonna suck.
As you’re sitting on your bed pondering what the hell just happened, you hear your apartment door open.
"Hey there, sexy cow," a gruff voice says, making your skin crawl. You turn around slowly, reluctantly, and come face to face with who must be your boyfriend. He's a bull, easily twice your size, and his cock was already coming out of its sheath.
"H-Hey..." you squeak, not sure what else to say. He walks over to you, his massive hands grabbing your hips roughly, and pushes you back onto the bed.
"I'm gonna have so much fun with you now," he growls, and then he's on top of you, his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress. You let out a muffled moan as he begins to grind his hips against your udder, and you suddenly feel helpless and aroused as he starts to milk you. Your body responds instinctively, tensing and relaxing as he starts to lube up his penis with his hoove hands. The only problem is that he isn’t getting out any protection.
“W-Wait where’s-MOOO where’s your condom?” You struggle to say, as he continues to hump your udder in preparation to penetrate you.
"Don't worry about it," he snorts, his breath hot against your ear. "You're not going to get pregnant." Before you can stop him, he suddenly rolls you over on top of your udder, and roughly pushes his massive member against your entrance, stretching you wide before finally forcing himself inside. You let out a shuddering moan, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so completely. He begins to thrust, his hips slapping against your ass, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His rough handling only serves to heighten your bodies arousal, and you find yourself meeting his movements, arching your back to push against him, even though he is raping you, and you would rather do anything else but this
"That's it, Charlie," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "Take it all." As he picks up speed, his thrusts become more erratic, more forceful, and you feel yourself beginning to lose control. Your orgasm builds within you, a tightening deep in your core, and when it finally crashes over you, it's intense, almost painful. Your body shudders violently, and you cry out as you come, milk spurting from your teats in time with your release.
Your boyfriend follows close behind, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he nears his own climax. He lets out a low groan, and with one final thrust, he comes inside you, filling you with his warm seed. He collapses on top of you, his heavy breathing filling the air, and for a moment, you're left to catch your own breath.
"That was... intense," he rasps, finally pulling out of you. You can feel the warmth of his cum leaking out of you, pooling on the bed beneath you. He rolls off to the side, his back to you, and doesn't seem to notice the mess he's made. You, on the other hand, can't help but feel a strange mixture of pure shock and shame as you silently cry in fear. He then says “I gotta go to work, they scheduled me for night shift” before grabbing his stuff and heading out the door.
"W-Wait!" you cry, trying to stop him. "Don't leave me like this!" But he's already gone, and you're left alone with the mess and the pain. You curl up on the bed, sobbing into your hooves as the reality of your situation finally begins to sink in.
It's been hours since you were taken advantage of, and you still haven't recovered. You try to stand up, but your legs feel like jelly and you end up collapsing back onto the bed in tears. Your udder is still sore from being milked, and your insides ache from being violated. You're no longer sure what's real and what isn't anymore. Eventually, you cry yourself to sleep.
But sleep doesn't come easily. Every time you close your eyes, you see the bull's face leering at you, grinding against your udder. You toss and turn, unable to shake the images from your mind. Eventually they leave you alone, but they aren’t forgotten in your mind.
The next morning, you wake up and are not only disappointed to find you’re still a cow, but you realize your body feels even heavier than yesterday, and these new breasts and udders feel extremely full and sensitive. Something is wrong.
You sit up in bed, and find out what the root of the problem was. Your stomach is 5 times the size it was last night, and when you feel movement in it, you moan as you realize your “boyfriend” must have actually impregnated you yesterday, and the pregnancy must have been sped up drastically by that mysterious being, making you 7 months pregnant… What the hell do you do now?