Zemelda waves her hands, which start to glow, and a green wave of light passed over Marcy from head to toe. When it stopped, Marcy was dizzy but quickly regained her balance. "What was that?!" she asked. "Magic!" Zemelda answered. "Yeah but what magic?!" Marcy said, unable to even try to deny this witch was the real deal at this point. But before anyone could say anything else, she looked down at the strange and terrible feeling of deflation she was getting from her breasts. They hadn't been the biggest in the world before, but they were unquestionably modest now and were shrinking further. She grabbed her chest but it didn't change anything. They were down to the size of a man's and before long she was completely flat-chested and could no longer even feel her nipples rubbing her clothes.
"What did you do? My boobs are gone! I want them back, they're MINE!" Marcy pleaded, running her hand down her shirt, confirming that she really no longer hand any boobs or nipples. Zemelda enjoyed watching the woman admit that her fate was in her hands now, and promised: "Don't worry, Marcy. Yes, those breasts were yours but they were human. You'll be getting your new ones in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"
Marcy groaned and clutched her lower gut. Something was gurgling down there. And then it was tingling. And then it was starting to swell. Marcy had to lower her yoga pants a little in the front and even lift up her shirt. It really felt like she was touching her boobs, or at least a boob, but this one was far down on her belly and even between her legs. She felt two nipples on it! And further down she felt two more. And finally it registered what was happening. "An UDDER?!" she yelled, her four teats still getting longer. "Yes," answered Zemelda, "you recognize it! Just like in your stories. You love the livestock transformations, don't you Marcy? The cows, the donkeys, the sheep..."
"This is definitely a dream or something. I'm still in bed," Marcy tried to reassure herself. Zemelda corrected her, "But you're holding your udder this time. For real, you can see it and touch it. Has it ever been this vivid? Turn around." Marcy DIDN'T turn around, but Zemelda came up behind her anyway. She tugged down Marcy's pants in the back and pinched her just above her bottom. Marcy shivered, feeling a mystical warmth up her spine. The witch moved her hand back away from Marcy's bum, but Marcy could still feel the witch pinching her final vertebrae. Then she adjusted her grip to wrap her whole hand around something long and hefty that Marcy could feel her grasping. Not letting go of the udder, Marcy looked back and saw Zemelda holding a cow's tail, white with black splotches and a long wiry tassel. She waved the tail in front of Marcy like a parent waving a toy in front of a toddler. "See, totally not a dream," she promised. Marcy let go of a teat and reached towards this new developmennt, only for the witch to wiggle a finger and say, "Ah-ah-ah! None of this has to stay real, you know. I can change you back and teleport to Europe in an instant, leaving you to always wonder if I was even ever here. You want this? Then believe it. Admit it. I want to hear you say: I want to be cow."
Marcy didn't know that she wanted to say it. But she knew the witch was holding hostage something that belonged to HER. Sure, Zemelda might have made the tail grow and taken control of it, but it grew out of MARCY's back and MARCY would have to feel whatever she did to it. "Ahwannabeacow," Marcy mumbled robotically. "I can't hear you," taunted Zemelda. Marcy repeated louder and more confidently, "I want to be a COW!" And with no further taunts, Zemelda handed over her creation, Marcy snatched it away and drew it around for a closer look. This was the wierdest thing she'd felt in her life, which is really saying something after growing an udder. She could SEE her hands holding a fuzzy, tufted rope in FRONT of her, but she could FEEL herself getting grabbed from BEHIND. It was disorienting and not something she could have just dreamed. "This is really my tail," she finally acknowledged aloud. Zemelda added, "and that is really your udder." Marcy looked underneath where hands were holding her tail and remembered how curious she was about that. She took one hand off the tail and grabbed one of her four (not two, FOUR) large nipples. She began to squeeze and pull on it. It reassured her the thing was real, but nothing came out of it except the occasional burst of pain or pleasure depending on how she fingered it.
"I know you aren't making milk yet," said Zemelda, understanding Marcy's intentions, "but I'm your first pregnancy will change that." Marcy thought about THOSE words long and hard. She'd always thought she might have kids one day, though she'd also felt she was running out of time. She'd never imagined (well, okay, she'd IMAGINED, in her stories, but never BELIEVED) that she might suckle a calf instead. And she'd effectively just told a sorceress she WANTED that. Did she? If not, she'd certainly WRITTEN about it enough to suggest that she might. At any rate, Zemelda smiled and said, "Well, let's go ahead and get you somewhere big enough and grassy enough to finish you up. There's a nice cow field ten miles from here I think you'll enjoy." An orange light began this time, as a witch began a new spell.