Without compunction Maedel turned me round and proceeded to shove her other teat in my mouth forcing me to reflexively begin nursing. My thoughts were quickly consumed with drinking her delicious, warm milk and I began pressing her giant boob with my tiny baby hands to help the milk flow faster. I giggled happily when I was done but quickly stopped myself and tried to put on a serious face to show Maedel I wasn’t enjoying this even though I was. Sensing my continued refusal to accept the situation she just rolled her eyes.
Before long I was laying in a crib back in our room of the inn whilst the adults disappeared to make plans without me. Annoyed that I wasn’t included I began to shout, trying to call Maedel’s name, though I didn’t know if the others were still in the room but if I didn’t at least try to talk I’d never re-learn to.
“Ma muh, ma duh,” I prattled and my efforts were rewarded with the sound of a heavy door slam. The unexpected sound seemed to shake the room and I felt a sudden pang of fear. Heavy footsteps quickly made there way toward me, getting louder. I gulped.
The face I saw was huge and bestial with a thick snout. Great wide nostrils blew air noisily over my helpless little body. The creature bared its teeth in wicked looking smile. I instinctively peed myself in fear and scrunched my face up and began to cry loudly as the monster bore down over my defenceless self.
“What’s wrong baby?” I animalistic voice asked.
The door swung open again and I heard the voice of my guardian.
“Sara is everything o-Jeeze what happened to your face!” Maedel screeched as she entered the room to see Princess Sara with the face of a cow.
“What do you mean?” Sara asked and looked in the mirror and gasped.
Meanwhile, I was focussed on being rescued and resumed calling Maedel who rushed over to me.
“Ma duh, Ma muh, Ma muh!” I cried.
“Its okay,” she held me and gently bounced me in her arms, “you called for mommy and she’s here!”
My crying dropped off to a sniffle.
“I have a cows head!” It was Sara’s turn to cry and she dropped to her knees, “What do I do, Maedel? What do I MOOOO!”
Her voice became the simple lowing of the animal she was becoming.
“It must be the fortune tellers curse. We have to -” Maedel began explaining but Sara quickly sprinted from the room and out of the Inn in search of the fortune teller.
As she ran her shoes dropped from her feet. She didn’t notice and carried on running on her new hooves. Her torn panties fell to the floor as hips widened and an udder quickly grew between them, swinging side to side as she awkwardly stumbled along. A tail snaked out from under her dress, lifting it to reveal the large behind and anus of a cow. Her chest, now devoid of breasts, grew out into the thick body of a cow, splitting her dress at the seams. She stumbled forward a few more steps, her dress falling down beside her before toppling over onto four hooves.
“No, no! I don’t want to be a cow, I’m sorry old lady!” she thought to herself and mooed loudly. She carried on walking aimlessly, now a complete cow and found herself in a grassy field outside of town. Tired and hungry she began grazing, her fears had slowly subsided and intelligent thoughts had become few and far between. Though she was still aware of her situation, she couldn’t really think what to do about it.
The blind fortune teller bumbled up to Sara and patted her on the head. “This is the first of your transformations and each will last one day. Soon you will change from a superficial cow of a woman into a more compassionate soul. Now could you possibly spare a drink for an old blind lady?”
The lady smiled when the heifer made no attempt to answer, now too dumb and thoughtless to listen, the only noises it made being the chewing of cud and a long noisy cow fart.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” The crone laughed, setting a stool and bucket on the grass beside the cow. She began rhythmically squeezing the cow’s teats which got Sara’s attention and she mooed in delight as a soreness she was only dimly aware of was alleviated and replaced by a proud pleasure as gouts of milk squirted from her teats into the bucket.
“Hang on? Why am I letting her milk me? She turned me into a cow!” Sara mooed in confusion and annoyance.
“I must admit, I hadn’t expected you to become quite this dumb as a cow but I suppose you must have had little intelligence to begin with.” The crone smirked, “Perhaps I should keep you as a cow. You’re certainly more useful this way.”
Sara felt insulted but couldn’t think of an argument to refute the old ladies words, completely forgetting she was actually well read and a quick learner. Instead, she proceeded to push a large cow pat from her anus which splattered on the ground noisily.
“You truly are a dumb beast rather than a Princess,” the woman laughed.