A cockerel crows. Its the crack of dawn. I clop back to the house, my room, where Sara and the infant prince sleep. Using my teeth I grab his diaper prying him from Sara's arms and then I leave. As I do so my large cumbersome ass knocks against my dressing table. Cows are such big and awkward animals I couldn't help it. A bottle of perfume falls to the floor with a loud smash. That will surely wake the Princess! I run outside, away from my farm, away from the pig sty, the grassy field and to the muddy road. The same muddy road adult Serath came down just a few days ago.
I can hear her chasing me. She'll catch up, I know that, but it will be too late. I keep going, avoiding the bigger puddles of mud,
my udder bouncing beneath me. She screaming at me to stop to come back. I cross another puddle and turn to face her. Babe in mouth crying. The stench from his diaper is unbareable, my nostrils are practically in the thing carrying him like this but I have no hands, no other choice. Sara slows down, catching her breath. She takes another step toward me shouting
"Give him to me you big fat bovine bitch!"
I raise my head and the baby toward her and she takes another step forward and another and another and her foot sinks into the mud between us.
"Ewww!" she mutters not yet realizing my ruse. She takes another step into the mud sinking both feet. I watch her closely, her nostrils flare and her nose gently upturns. Her ears expand becoming pointed.
She lifts her foot again to step forward. Even through all the mud its obvious her the toes have blackened and are beginining to fuse into hooves. She looks down toward her feet, trying to keep her balance in the mud when she sees the change. Eyes wide with realization she gasps and hops back away, out of the mud! My plan is working perfectly.
"Oh gosh! Thats the puddle that transformed Serath into a pig!" she stares at her hands in disbelief as the nails blacken, "I don't want to be a pig! I can't! what do I do?"
Now is the time to intervene. I settle the baby down away from the mud and moo as loud and as hard as I can to get her attention. She looks up at me and again there is a look of recognition.
"You did this to me to get me to change you back didn't you!" I nod. She's desperate and knows it. Theres a moments hesitation as she looks over her situation. she begins to smell more like a pig to my large bovine nostrils and I sense theres a part of her that finds the mud appealing. She shakes the thought away.
"If I change you back you must promise to change me too!" she barters still desperately hoping she has some power over me. She doesn't, I have nothing to lose anymore, I've already had my home, my humanity, my entire life taken away from me! Still I nod in agreement, whether I'll hold up my end of the bargain, who can say?
The 'Pig-cess' looks terrified but she begins her chant arms stretched forward toward me.
"Goddess Circe hear my prayer, remove this curse that was cast unfair. Take this creature of beef and cream, of grassy fields and smells unclean. Restore her thus to womanhood, with feminine curves a woman should."
I feel the changes instantly. My shoulders relax, my knees bend forwards. My fur and big meaty body wither away. My tail shrinks and disappears above my once again curvy buttocks. As my torso shrinks down my udder divides and rises up into my bountiful breasts. Excess milk dribbling down from them. I run my now human hands over my face as my nostrils recede into a cute little button nose separating from my luscious red lips. I'm human again, naked and kneeling in front of the Princess whose quickly fattening up to become quite the porker. I decide to...