Amanda pulled on a man's arm as they walked through the open empty field, just on the other side of a brown fence. "Let's go. You promised you were going to do this!" she said in a loud whisper. Her short brown hair blew gently in the warm summer breeze as she walked through the tall grass in her white shirt and black jeans, with many holes in those jeans. Her shoes heavily worn, not because they were her only pair, but because she knew she was going on a farm with them, and the last thing she wanted to do was to step in cow manure in brand new shoes.



"Don't rush me." Paul muttered as he was pulled along. Cow tipping, it sounded so...mean, yet Amanda was insistent on wanting to try it out on this farmer's herd. Paul wore a simple black shirt and blue jeans with worn sneakers just the same. He couldn't tell what the two were stepping in while they made their way through the thick grass, though the scent of cow manure was weak, even though they were close to a cow barn. "Why are we even doing this?"



"I've already explained it to you." Amanda walked up to the red barn with Paul. Once there, she then put her back up against the exterior of that barn, and moved Paul right beside her. "This farm is weird. There are a ton of disappearances around here that go unsolved. This farmer is doing something to people, and now it's time karma pays them back for it." Amanda did speak the truth about the strange disappearances, however the person that ran the farm was also just plain weird, and Amanda wanted to have some fun.



"Oh, right." Paul nodded, before he suddenly froze. "Wait, if people are vanishing around the farm, then why are we even here?" His eyes slowly widened at the realization. The last thing he wanted was to be one of those people that vanished too.



"Because the owner is asleep at three in the morning." Amanda inched her way along the exterior barn until she found the two huge double doors that led inside. The doors were already cracked open, and she was able to make her way inside. Once she was in, she couldn't help but look upwards.



The interior of the barn had resemblances to a normal barn, but at the same time, was also quite alien. The inside of the barn was bigger than it was on the outside. A good 20 stalls lined up the left and right of the barn. Each stall looked as big as a small bedroom. It wasn't the many stalls that was bizarre however, it was the large flat elevator on the far end, and various other floors up above the first that was incredibly alien to a normal barn. The floors of various stalls went up so high that it was difficult to even spot the ceiling of the barn.



Paul made his way into the barn shortly after Amanda did, and saw the sight before him. He knew the barn wasn't that big on the outside. The exterior of the barn was fairly normal two to three stories at the most. This however, was unbelievable. "Tell me I'm dreaming..." he muttered as he raised his head up.



"You're not dreaming." A voice said from behind Paul, a feminine voice, one that also sounded quite angry.



Paul felt his body stiffen in fear. He slowly turned around to find a farmer wearing a straw hat, white shirt, and blue overalls that covered that very shirt they wore. Based on the voice and body, it was clearly a she. "H-how did you...how do you..." he had so many questions as to how the inside of the barn was bigger than the outside, and why this barn had so many floors. He doubted the barn had that many cows, let alone a single farmer could even care for so many. "Uh...we were just leaving!"



Amanda turned around to spot the woman too, although she was far less afraid than Paul was. "The fuck is up with your farm woman? The barn is so weird. How the hell do you have this many cows? Or is this some sort of perverted sex dungeon where you keep all of your kidnapped victims?"



"Want to find out?" the voice said with a chuckle. She raised up her hand, and one of the multiple barn stalls opened. From the stall, a large red bull stepped out. The bull had giant horns well over two feet tall, and its body was at least twice the size of a normal bull, except for its legs and hooves which were surprisingly scrawny on the otherwise bulky bull body.

"You two are already cursed for coming in here, but you can leave with your freedom intact, IF you escape within the next ten seconds." The farmer was incredibly hard to see underneath the straw hat. It was as if shadows from other worlds covered the woman's body. Her face, her arms and legs, all covered by a shadow of some sort. "Otherwise, hey, at least you'll find out what really happens."



Paul wasn't one to stick around. He grabbed Amanda's wrist, and pulled her out of there. Running was incredibly difficult when she wasn't one that wanted to run with him, but he did his best.



Amanda's legs picked up with Paul's own. She tried to make him slow down, but it was a struggle between the pair. They at least got out of the barn, and they were now going back the way they came. "The fuck are you running for? We have to call the cops on this chick. She has some really screwed up stuff in there!"



"You heard her and you saw that bull. You want to mess around with that thing?" Paul snapped. He didn't want to be confrontational with her, but he didn't want to get mauled by a freaky boar in a barn that he couldn't explain how it was designed the way it was designed.



Amanda fell silent. She saw the bull, and she definitely couldn't believe it. She doubted the farmer would have actually hurt them though, most people weren't THAT bad. 

"Yeah, fine." She finally spoke up a few minutes later, and ran with Paul away from the farm. "But we're going back there with a camera. We're getting footage of that stuff. Nobody will ever be able to believe it!"



Paul was a man, but he wasn't a very fit one. Despite his lack of fitness, his survival instincts were more than enough to keep him running. Even when the two were far enough away from the farm that it was out of sight, he continued running, and panting heavily. "W-what's this 'we' thing? I'm not coming back here!"



Amanda pulled her hand free from Paul. She was fitter than Paul was, but even she was breathing heavily from the running. "Fine," She huffed. "I'll come back here by myself tomorrow without you! Now, where's the car?"



Paul wasn't sure the direction he ran off towards. When Amanda pulled free, he stopped running. He put his hands on his knees, bent down, and breathed heavily. 

He knew they parked on black tar road, a road that seemed so distant to the dirt road the farm was on. He didn't even see a spot for a car to park, and it made him wonder how the farmer even got around. 

After a brief moment of looking around, through what could only be described as sheer luck, he pointed to the small red car. "There."



Amanda spotted the car, though the scenery around them was different. She remembered parking the car in an open field, not a dense forest. As she glanced behind her, she noticed the same forest went for seemingly miles behind them. While she didn't pay attention to detail when she ran along with Paul, she was pretty confident they didn't run through a forest a minute ago. She shook her head, and just walked up to the car. She opened up the car and sat down in the driver's seat. She figured maybe she was just tired. That must have been it. The barn, the scenery, it was incredibly late at night. Paying attention to all the minor details around them was hard. Maybe the farm was located near a small forest. Even if that were the case, she still doubted that she parked the car where it was now located.



Paul took a seat on the passenger side of the car. After he shut the car door, he ran a finger along the window. "Did we park in a forest? I thought we parked on the side of the road in an open area..." Paul tried to remember the details. He knew there wasn't civilization for miles around, but he definitely remembered a concrete road and nothing but dirt and grass.



"I don't fucking know." Amanda snapped. "And you know what?" she started up the car, put it in drive, and hit the gas. "I'm not questioning it anymore. Let's just get out of here."



While the initial drive out of the forest was absolutely alien, the road Amanda drove on soon turned into one of familiarity as they drove back into the city. Despite the farm they visited was in isolation, the city was only half an hour away, although the sights of the city didn't come into view until they were ten minutes away.



The first half of the drive was silent, but as Paul stared out the window, he couldn't help but wonder. "What do you think she meant by curse?" he suddenly spoke up.



Amanda recalled the farmer saying something about them being cursed. "Let's face it, she's probably a lunatic." That was the only logical explanation Amanda could think of. "She probably lives by herself and cares for all of those freakish animals. With a barn that big, she has no time to do anything else EXCEPT that, and that would drive any person insane."



Freakish is right. Paul thought to himself. He had never seen such a strange bull before. What he also couldn't believe was the bull had an unusual twinkle in those blue eyes of his, a twinkle of intelligence smarter than a normal bull. It was all the more reason not to come back to that farm anytime soon.



Amanda drove up to Paul's apartment complex and dropped him off. There were various other apartments arranged in a circle where he lived. "Don't tell anyone about that farm until I get it on recording." She said as she put the car in park briefly. "That farmer is insane, but that doesn't mean we should be."



"Right, see you later then." Paul stepped out of the car, and closed the door. He couldn't help but think of such a relief it was to be back in familiar surroundings.



The apartments were rundown with cracks in the brick walls with light brown shag carpeting stained a variety of different colors in many spots. Paul's studio apartment, while clean and simple, still had signs of wear and tear on the walls and carpeting, complete with one line crack through the window. Paul was unemployed, so the apartment he lived at was the best he could afford. Crime wasn't terrible, but that was only because there was little worth stealing to begin with.



Paul couldn't get the thought of the curse out of his mind as he took off his shoes, and walked right into his room. He wondered if the farmer really could curse them. "She was probably just mad..." he said to himself, yet he couldn't get the barn and bull out of his head too, including how unrealistic the situation was at the farm entirely. He passed off not remembering where the car was as him just being tired. It was late after all. Paul crawled into his bed while still wearing his normal clothes, and went to sleep. He thought to himself that tomorrow would be a better day. That, and he had no intention of ever going back to that farm either way.



Amanda in the meantime, drove to her own small house. Her place was significantly better than Paul's. She didn't work either, but she had family that paid for her tiny home. She was a rather spoiled child. She didn't even have to pay for the car she drove. She parked the car on the side of the street, and walked into her house. Her home was separated into three different rooms. She had a bedroom, a bathroom, and then a kitchen and living room combined into one. Amanda spent little time going around the house. Like Paul, Amanda was also quite tired. She walked into her bedroom, plopped herself on her large bed, and soon fell asleep.



While both of them slept, both slowly began to undergo changes, with dreams about those very changes. 



Paul dreamt he was eating, and eating a ton. Pig slop, real food, it mattered not if what he ate was supposed to be for humans, he would eat anything. He simply sat around and did nothing but eat food. He wasn't entirely sure where all of the food even came from, just that it was there, and he was constantly hungry. He could hear his belly rumble angrily in his sleep.



Amanda's own dreams were more relaxing. She dreamt she was on a field, just happily staring out into the yonder. Her breathing and blinking were heavily slowed, and she just smiled as she had thoughts when she saw a farmer approach her. She couldn't make out the face of the farmer, much less any other detail, but she saw the farmer's hand reach over to her bare naked chest. She gently twitched at the sensation of two cold fingertips up against her nipple, but then mooed in pleasure as one of her tits was squeezed, and a burst of milk came out. It felt like such a relief to get that pressure out from her chest. She knew the pressure would return, but then so would the farmer, and then the process would begin anew.



While the two slept with their bizarre dreams, the two also transformed. Each breath Paul took inflated his belly just a little more. Pounds ticked on bit by bit. His shirt gently rode up on his stomach, and his pants began to grow so tight that the button on his jeans popped off. His arms and legs grew thick with fat, and a second chin began to develop under Paul's own chin.



Amanda's change wasn't throughout her body, it was merely focused in two places. Two pink nubs appeared just underneath her belly button, and slowly pushed out. Amanda's top began to strain as a pink sphere grew behind those nubs, and her breast began to grow as well. Her chest was C in size, but it slowly grew to a D, then a DD, and then even beyond that. Her nipples grew prominent, and with a soft snap, her bra broke off of her. Meanwhile, the pink sphere that grew down just below her belly swelled past the size of a basketball. The two nubs quickly enlarged in size to as long as a pinkie, but twice as thick, while her nipples were closely resembling the same size, while the very base of her nipples doubled in width. She had grown a full sized udder, and her chest had grown out with it as well. Unlike many cows though, she only had two teats. Her swollen breast seemed to be moved down just a bit though.



Paul awoke later in the day than he desired, likely thanks to staying up so late at night. He glanced at the time and mumbled. "Ugh...so late..." he got out of bed, and immediately felt off balance. One look down and he could tell why. His gut was so big that his shirt rode up and exposed the hairy thing. Paul tried to pull his shirt back down over his stomach, but it just wouldn't cover it completely. Worse yet, whenever he let go of his shirt, the shirt just rode back up. "Okay, maybe I'm kind of lazy, but nobody gains THAT much fat that quickly." His stomach suddenly rumbled angrily, not with pain, but with emptiness. "Fine, I'll have breakfast, then I'll start worrying about this belly." He grumbled. While his home was run down, it was at least well stocked.



Amanda woke up feeling heavy in two different areas. A quick glance down, and she noticed why. Her shirt was straining to keep her much larger tits in, and there were two very damp spots where there were swollen nipples. Amanda slowly raised up her shirt, and she stared at the two huge swollen boobs she had. Each one looked bigger than a basketball, and much looser than normal too. She gave it a feel, and bit the bottom of her lip at the sensation of pressure. "W-what the fuck is this..." she said quietly. She recalled last night, but she knew there was no way a farmer could actually curse them...right? Either way, she knew the first thing she had to do was to check on Paul, but she could barely get out of bed before she noticed her two tit udder. "THE FUCK?!" Having a bigger chest positioned lower was one thing, but half an udder was entirely another.



Amanda couldn't believe the two udder teats she had just above her legs. She suddenly shivered as she felt her breasts sink lower on her body. "G-gotta get Paul..." she muttered. Despite how she had an udder that made wearing pants significantly harder, and her oversized tits that were so huge it strained her shirt and left a wet streak where her nipples were located, almost half a foot lower than where they were once she woke up, Amanda ran out of her place, right into her car, and drove to Paul's.



Paul during the meantime was continuously gaining weight. He knew his pantry was well stocked, but he didn't realize just how well it was. His shirt began to rip and tear, while his pants slowly pulled down, and his boxers also began to tear to reveal his ass and crotch, both of which were far hairier than Paul remembered, not that he concerned himself with it. He held onto a large round Rice Krispy ball, and munched right into it with a loud, crass belch after. His odor of unwashed musk slowly filled up the house, even though Paul was one to clean himself off fairly often. Deep down, he knew something was wrong, it was just hard for him to actively care and do something about it.



Amanda drove her car as fast as she was legally able to drive it. It was hard for her to press the gas and brakes when her udder kept getting in the way. The udder itself was squishy enough that she could move it, but every time she touched it, she felt disgusted and pleasured at the same time. She could hear the sloshing of milk and feel the dampening of her seat from the drips her udder made. At a stop light, she felt something tickle behind her, and she turned around briefly to see that her spine was extending and growing a cow tail, complete with a tuft of brown hair that matched her hair color on the tip. Her changes were getting rapidly worse, and she knew just who to blame for such changes. "Damn farmer..." she muttered. Once she got to Paul's apartment complex, she parked her car, and rushed to the door. As she couldn't get into the complex without a key, she pressed Paul's room number to buzz him.



Paul heard the buzzer near his closed door. He turned his head to it, and slowly started to stand up, but he immediately found himself falling right back on the couch. His enlarged ass took up most of the length of the couch already. "Ugh...come on..." he muttered as he tried to stand up again, only to fall flat on his ass on the couch once more. He knew he had no problems standing before. He mentally asked himself why it was so difficult now. He stopped questioning why when he saw a sudden large turkey on the table in front of him. His eyes widened, his lips moistened, and he went right to work on the food, completely forgetting about the door buzzer.



Amanda groaned in frustration, but then quickly covered up her mouth as her groan sounded deep and bovine. She pressed the buzzer button repeatedly, then reached into her pocket to pull out her cell phone she kept with her all the time. As she tried to text Paul, she couldn't help but notice her fingernails had actually began to swallow up her fingers and blacken. "Crap, crap, crap..." she muttered. She sent a text as fast as she could, just as her fingers began to fuse, and she dropped the phone.



Paul's weight continued to swell. He grew bigger, fatter, and lazier. Hair grew from his mostly clean neck, chin, and lip to give him a rugged beard and mustache. As a man, he didn't shave much and had quite a decent amount of body hair, but that body hair tripled with his weight. His shirt and pants were beginning to rip and tear at the seams, but he just didn't seem to care. He let out a crass belch, and ate the seemingly endless supply of food provided for him as he slowly dove into the world of a complete slob, one so lazy he didn't care about clothes or his ever growing scent of musk from lack of bathing.



Amanda could only wait patiently for so long. Her udder drooped down in front of her jeans, which were already positioned lower to begin with thanks to where her udder was located, and her breast was located at the center of her torso now. Her very two tits began to take on a pinkish look, the same as her nipples. She turned around and made her way back to the car. If Paul wasn't going to help her, she was going to have to confront that farmer herself. She wasn't sure HOW she was transforming, just that she knew who was responsible for it, and she was going to make sure they paid. While her hands were largely made of nails now, and much harder to bend, much less spread her fingers around as those fingers were fusing with each other, Amanda put her palms on the wheel, and drove that way.



Amanda got to the place where she parked the car to get to the farm quicker than she remembered. It wasn't that the farm was closer, Amanda had just zoned out while driving. She couldn't fully explain it, it just felt as if she just wasn't all there, as if she just stared off ahead of the road, and let the car take her where she needed to go. She got out of the car, and glanced around at her surroundings briefly. She knew this was where she parked late last night, and it wasn't the forest they had escaped in. It was an open field where the farm was in sight, just a good distance away, six blocks of nothing but an empty field, a dirt road, and that farmhouse with the barn on the side. It just raised more questions for her, questions she was determined to make that farmer answer one way or another. 



Amanda opened up the car door, and walked out of it. It felt incredibly awkward walking as the weight in her crotch felt heavy and sloshy, as if she was carrying two gallons of milk with her at all times. As she slammed the car door angrily, she froze. The noise sounded the same, but she heard it from a different spot. She raised up her hands, those hands now pitch black with even the very palm becoming hard and numb, and while her hands couldn't feel anything, she felt her ears twitch when her hands touched them. Her ears were positioned higher, and shaped differently than from what she remembered. They were full grown cow ears. She grimaced at the sensation, and walked her way to the farm. "Stoooopid farmer..." she muttered with a moo. She stormed towards the direction of the farm, but a good fifteen seconds after she spoke, she only then realized that she had mooed earlier, it just took her awhile to figure out that she had. 



Amanda dismissed how slow her thought process was, and just continued to walk. With each step, she found her pace slow. Her cow tail twitched and waved slowly behind her while the very skin from her boobs brushed against her udder, and she froze at the sensation. It felt so wrong to feel her breast so low, and so heavy at the same time. She watched as, not just her belly began to grow, but the rest of her torso as well. It became harder and harder for her to walk normally. Just as she got to the farmhouse, she fell forward, but managed to catch herself on her hardened hands. She couldn't turn her back fully to look at what she was becoming, but she did feel herself continue to swell in size. She stared up at the farmhouse entrance with wide eyes. She opened her mouth to shout, but merely mooed.



The door to the farmhouse opened, and an all too familiar shape of the female farmer walked out. The farmer was definitely a woman, a tall woman. She wore a white shirt with blue overalls. A large straw hat shrouded much of her face in shadows, though her skin was fairly tanned. She walked up to Amanda, and with a smirk, she stroked her cheek. "Cows will find their way home most of the time. It's quite unusual, don't you think?"



Amanda couldn't lift her hands up from the ground. She wanted to punch her, she wanted to kick her, but she couldn't do anything. She turned her head to try to bite her, but her movements were sluggish. Her back was hunched, and her belly was low. Her arms grew out longer to match the length of her legs, and she let out another low bass moo.



"I'm sure you've figured it out by now." The farmer's hand gently traced on the side of Amanda's growing body. That hand gently lowered itself and touched Amanda's udder. "I figured your boyfriend wasn't truly at fault, but he's a lazy ass slob, so he should look the part. You? Well, I'm sure you're a selfish brat. You'll aid the world far more as a cow than you would as a human." The farmer gripped one of Amanda's four teats and gave it a tug. A warm spray of milk shot out onto the ground. "Already so full I see. Don't worry girl, I'll hook you up to a milking station."



Amanda wanted to speak out against having her udder teat pulled, but she simply let out a moo, a moo of pleasure when she felt the relief of pressure. She felt her tits continue to merge with that two teat udder. Not that she could see anymore, but her tits were now part of that udder completely, and the udder itself took a very roundish shape. Her body was tall and wide, her clothes ripped from her body, yet Amanda didn't seem to notice until a good ten seconds after it happened how she was naked. White and black splotches appeared on her skin and grew like a very fast rash. Her mind felt scattered and hazy. It felt so good to get milked though, so good she didn't care that the farmer's fingers were cold against her warm body. She just wanted more of it.



The farmer patted her thickening skin. She pulled out a large brown collar and strapped it around Amanda's neck. She held the leash of the collar, and tugged her along to the barn. "Just walk at your own pace. The sooner we get there, the sooner we'll relieve you of all of that pressure."



Amanda watched as the farmer tied a leash and collar around her thickening neck. Amanda could also feel her face pulling and stretching outwards, but she was far too gone to concern herself with it. What human part was left of her was alarmed, but the growing cow part of her obeyed. She walked behind the farmer at a pace that a cow would walk while she let out a moo. Noises of cracking could be heard inside Amanda as bones readjusted and reconstructed to fit her constantly changing body. Her very vagina and anus, hidden by only a cow tail, swelled in size to fit the animal she was becoming. She felt her insides grow heavier and shift strangely as her stomach multiplied inside of her, each one digested differently.



The farmer led Amanda back into the barn, the barn bigger on the inside than it was the outside. The farmer continued to escort her into one of the seemingly endless stalls, and once inside of it, the farmer then kneeled down, and hooked up Amanda's teats to what appeared to be various suction cups attached to metal hoses that went through the wall. "This machine will milk you until you're emptied, and since my cows never empty their milk, well..." once the suctions were hooked up to the teats, the machine began to operate on its own. 

"Let's just say you're going to be here for a while. You'll be getting milked for the rest of your days, while your boyfriend will be on the couch for the rest of HIS days." The farmer grinned wickedly. "I'm sure he won't question the endless food supply."



Amanda mooed loudly once the machine began to work. She felt the pleasure of getting her udder milked, and as it milked away, she noticed a mirror in the stall that she was led into. She saw, not the human Amanda she once was, but instead a full grown cow, a cow with human hair that slowly shed from her body. She stared at her form, though it was hard to panic when her mind was so far gone. She knew she should have panicked, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so. She turned back away from the mirror and glanced at the opposing closed stall door. Her large cow face shifted as she picked up the scents of green grass, even inside the barn.



The farmer patted her side once more before she closed the stall door and left Amanda alone. On the stall door was a picture of a bull's backside, complete with cock, balls, and the small red bull's tail hiding his anus. The farmer walked away, humming a happy tune while she did.



Amanda stared at the picture before her while she was continuously aroused by the constant milking of her udder. It felt so wrong to feel pleasure in such an alien place, but at the same time, so right. She stared at the bull's backside, and an urge inside of her slowly rose, an urge to want to mate with that very bull.



Paul was continuing to eat while Amanda changed. By now, his shirt and pants had ripped. He was naked, fat, and hairy. He was a total slob that ate the buffet that refilled itself in front of him while he watched television. Deep down, he thought there was something wrong, but after a quick crass belch, he was quick to forget about those sensations. He was a slob of a man now, nothing more.

