The land of Bovisa, where anthro bovines roam consisting of bulls and cows. Their features have horned bovine heads attached to mostly humanoid bodies with five fingered hands and five toed feet: no hooves. Genitals are also identical in human likeness as well with sheath less males and females with boobs that they refer to as ‘udders’ from time to time, no actual udders. Additionally, fur color can be varied from the usual browns, whites, tans, and black to blue, purple and others. The world itself is more of a medieval fantasy one where magic exists yet they wear no clothes, basically a worldwide nudist colony. Though there are apparel that can be worn for working like aprons and enchanted items that can boost stats such as cloaks, rings, necklaces, belt of potions, collars/cowbells and the like.  
Meet Bryse Bulwick, a 6.5 ft jet-black bull in his late 20s with a body builder physique, ivory horns that curved upward, dark blue eyes, and a muzzle that ends with a pinkish snout. Best described as a bullheaded jock that is proud of his muscles and strength as well as his ten-inch black cock with pink mushroom head tip, and a bit of a womanizer too. He wields a double axe and member of the Cattle Crusaders guild whose headquarters is also a pub and brothel and has a bulletin of all available quests/jobs far and wide. He tends to jump headfirst into quests to get stronger and to get the most gold and best loot, thinking that it’ll attract potential mates and to further his goal of being top guild member. 

The full moon shone high in a clear midnight sky over a dense forest region. But also, over a clearing where two imposing stone statues stood. One depicted a muscular bull while the other a busty cow, both having detail and anatomically correct as they showed their privates and tits. Both statues held up large glass orbs that reflected moonlight around the area. But those weren’t the only things that lit up the night as a ring of torches surround the towering bovine statues.
Within that ring were a herd of muscular anthro bulls, some lean and some hefty, around thirty in total, facing the statues. They also faced an elderly bull who stood at the base between each statue. He had a lean with slightly paunchy build and had shaggy white greyish hair with long braided beard with jeweled rings. He wielded a wooden staff with an amethyst gem adorned on the tip. Among the herd stood a tall 6.5 ft muscular jet-black bull named Bryse with a pink snout and dick tip who felt excited and confident as the Elder spoke. 
“Welcome, my bull brethren, to the blessing ritual!” He announced which followed with loud mooing cry from the crowd. The Elder, Sigrid, signaled with his hand for silence shortly after.
“For the new faces out there, allow me explain.” He said as he pointed his staff to the statues behind him.
“Taurus, the god of masculinity, strength, and boldness. Mathilda, goddess of femininity, beauty, and fertility. You will be blessed by one of them by their choosing. Either blessed by Taurus for great strength and power, keeping your manhood. Or blessed by Mathilda for beauty and fertility, losing it and becoming a female. And a reminder that these blessings are permanent that no spell or potion can reverse.” He stated with sternness and emphasis. “There is always at least one who will be blessed by Mathilda during these blessing ceremonies. So, if you’re not confident or unsure about this, there’s no shame in backing down.”
An air of uneasiness settled in the crowd as Sigrid spoke that last part as doubtful murmurs and nervous gulps were exchanged between the bulls. Despite being visibly shaken, Bryse still retained a sense of confidence and determination. As the commotion subsided, the bulls remained and stayed.
“Alright, now let us begin!” Sigrid said. “I’ll start with the prayer.”
The old grey bull kneeled in spoke under his breath. As he did, his body emitted a purple aura. Then, the orbs of the statues began to fill up with magical light, blue in Taurus’s and pink in Mathilda’s.
“Now, may the first one in the front row come forward.” He said.
A tall somewhat lanky bull that’s mostly white with light brown spots stepped up and approached the elder.
“Kneel and pray to both gods in reverence, or you won’t receive the blessing.”
The nervous bull did as was told as he knelt and prayed. As he did, the light from Taurus’s orb shone him, signaling he’s been heard and be given Taurus’s blessing.
However, something else was happening as the bull bathed in the blue light. His body started to grow as muscles began to slowly develop all over from beefy biceps to larger legs to profound pecs to washboard abs. Even his dick upgraded as it went full foot mast erection. After the light dissipated, the bull rose and stood, admiring his new muscles before letting out loud boastful bray with the crowd joining in.
“Now my the next in line come forth.” He said as another bull stepped up from the front.
Bryse was quivering in anticipation of his blessing from Taurus. Sure, he was already muscular and big like most members in the town’s guild but the extra boost from the blessing would make harder dungeon quests a breeze, earn more money, and make him more attractive to the lovely cows. Unfortunately, with him, he was in the middle of the second to last row, meaning it’ll be a while until his turn. He only regretted not getting there earlier for a spot up front to get it over with faster. 
As the blessings went on, the black bull began to sweat nervously when it neared his turn as the ones before received Taurus’s blessing. No one has received Mathilda’s… yet. Even the bulls behind him were showing signs of anxiousness too. Still, he remained undeterred, holding onto some chance that he’ll get the blessing he came for. 
“Now for the next one.” Sigrid called out.
It was now Bryse’s turn as he gulped, the moment of truth.
He approached the elder and then looked upwards at the statues. He knelt and bowed his head. Then, he began to recite the prayer. It wasn’t long before a light began to hit him like with the others. However, it was a pink light.
“Looks like we have our first, Mathilda blessing.” The elder commented.
Fear and panic risen within the bull when he realized it. He wanted to get up and run but he couldn’t. It felt like he was glued onto the spot. Must’ve been the goddess’s power and influence overwhelming him. All he could do was stay there as he received Mathilda’s blessing while the bulls looked on in curious awe as the changes began.
His muscles that he worked hard for deflated and decreased, losing almost a foot in height. His feet shrunk by a few inches, topped with dainty toes. His legs took feminine form as they became slimmer with toned calves and thicker thighs. 
He groaned as his hips cracked as they widened while his waist thinned out. His butt bloated with a couple layers of fat, making it large and bubbly. His tail basically lengthened by few inches.
Fear risen within him again as he felt changes in his crotch. He could see his dick stiffen only for it and his balls slowly shrink and shrivel into his body, letting out a loud mooing moan as a moist plump pussy in its place. 
He felt pressure in his chest as two mounds inflated and grew into large milky GG size tits, capped with two pink erect nipples and resulting in another moan. Milk leaked and dribbled like lava flow from the nips. His arms became slender like his legs with fingers that thinned out.
He groaned as his head began morph. His face became rounder with a smaller narrower snout and longer eyelashes. His ivory horns shrunk until they were barely a foot on his head. Finally, long flowing, and wavy brunette hair grew from his scalp until it reached the base of his tail.
When the pink light faded, gone was the buff bull as a curvaceous cow took his place.
Bryse regained control of her body as the blessing finished and immediately got up in a panic, cupping her boobs. Her body shuddered a bit from the sensitivity by just a mere touch, letting out another moan. She turned around to face the crowd of bulls and began to blush heavily, seeing them in a new light. 
Those hot bods with meaty muscles and many of them with their dicks fully erect as well when her transformation gave them quite the show. She felt her pussy grew warm and wet in response. However, she was also overwhelmed with emotions about the situation and transformation that she felt dizzy and lightheaded. Her vision blurred before falling over and blacking out entirely. 

“*Groan….mmm….hm?”

Bryse stirred awake from the morning rays in a familiar large bed with purple sheets. Her eyes looked around the stone cobbled room in recognition that it was indeed her house. From the small nightstand underneath the window to the left of the bed with a lit candle on it to the shelf on the far-left wall with some tomes and healing and stat boosting potions. To the right of the bed was her great double axe, hanging red harness on a hook, and a full body golden framed mirror that hung on the wall. Across the bed was a red wooden door leading to the main area of the house.
At least, someone was kind enough to carry her home than leave her after the ritual. 
“*Gasp!” 
Suddenly, memories of last night flooded her head and she threw off the blanket, revealing large milky mountains that blocked her sight when looking downward. Great, so it wasn’t a dream, but real. Her new life as a cow has begun.
She got up from bed and went over to the mirror to see herself completely. As much as she hated to admit, the female in the mirror that reflected back was gorgeous. She also missed her male organ she once had now replaced with a slit. Though curious she reached down and inserted two fingers into her vag with a resounding squish as the lips parted.
“Mooooo~oooh!” she moaned as jolts of pleasure rushed throughout her body with shuddering and knees wobbling.
She had to sit back on the bed as she almost lost balance. More sensitive than brushing against or squeezing a boob. If two fingers were enough to set her off, wonder what it would feel like to have a nice thick, large juicy coc-*Shakes her head. No, she couldn’t think like that and need to take her mind off it.
Her eyes went over to her weapon that leaned on the wall. She gripped the hilt which her delicate fingers couldn’t wrap around fully anymore. She grunted as she tried to lift it, but it didn’t budge an inch. 
Great, all that hard work of building muscle went to waste because of Mathilda’s blessing. She could probably only wield short swords and knives now for light weight weaponry for her body type. 
‘Blessing…more like a curse.’ She thought to herself.
Her stomach gurgled and growled as a sign that it’s time for breakfast. She left her room and entered a more spacious one. To her left along the wall was the stone fireplace with a black cauldron on a spit. There was a kitchen area with a sink with a counter that had nickel plates and ceramic bowls and silverware. A round wooden table with a couple of chairs were a few feet next to the sink. Opposite wall from the kitchen were a few more shelves with tomes and potions like in her room. 
Back in the kitchen, there was another shelf and cabinet with food next to the counter, mainly vegetables and fruit and bread. However, as she saw the food, she realized how supply was low.
“Great, I must go into town to get more food. Oh-!” she said as she clasped her throat, finally hearing her voice much clearer for the first time. The higher pitch and octave sounded weird than her male one. And didn’t help that it was something she had to get used to.
After a breakfast of stew and bread, she picked up a straw basket from the kitchen and headed out. Her home in the woods by the lake was nearly half an hour walk into town. After a while, she emerged from the tree line and walked up a hill. 
At the hilltop, she looked down to the town below with its stone and wooden structures with cobbled stone roads, leading to a fountain with a statue of Mathilda in the center. Many bulls and cows crowded the town, out and about shopping, selling, and usual village activities. 
 Bryse gulped as she was about to enter town first time as a female. As she strode right on in, she received stares and glances from passersby, mainly from the bulls, those awestruck from her beauty and those who knew what happened to her last night. The swaying of her rump was a sight to behold. To say she felt uncomfortable would be an understatement and it didn’t help that she stared ogle at them back. Their large muscles, big ball sacks with long dangling dicks, and even their irresistible musk that invaded her snout were enough to send her on edge. Oh, how she wanted to have them inside of her…she shook her head. More of those cow hormones again, becoming more prevalent.
She traversed the marketplace that was a road with shops and stands on both sides, leading towards the fountain in the center of town. At times her eyes wandered towards the jewelry shops, seeing shiny and well-crafted rings, necklaces, and other accessories with gems embedded in them. So lovely and pretty…maybe she could buy some later. 
“Ugh!….*Sigh” she shook her head yet again.
After getting half of her shopping done and putting down some male advances, she came across the blacksmith’s, Ragnir’s shop, who provided much weaponry for guild members. It was an open wooden shop with many weapons on display, hanging on racks, shelves, and glass cases. From single handed knives and swords to two handed war hammers and great axes with harnesses and belts that hung from hooks from the ceiling. A smelter and anvil were being manned by a tall seven-foot muscular dark brown furred bull with black hair wearing nothing but an apron as he hammered away at a hot piece of steel. Bryse found herself staring at the bull a bit more as every time he struck the metallic sheet his muscles flexed and rippled…so hot and handsome. Again, she shook her head.
“H…hey, Ragnir.” She greeted nervously, getting the bull’s attention to stop what he was doing.
“Hello, who are-? Oh, Bryse, is…that you?” he said with a hint of uncertainty.
“Ye-yeah…” she said while meekly nodding.
“I’m sorry to hear about your loss of gender. Really am.” Ragnir said.
“I-it’s fine…Um, were there anyone else who received Mathilda’s blessing last night?” she asked, hoping that at least she wasn’t alone in her plight.
“Sorry but you were the only one. Everyone else had Taurus’s.” he replied.
“Oh…” she uttered sadly. 
“Well, at least, you’re… beautiful.” He said, scratching the back of his head and trying to uplift the mood.
“T-thanks, Ragnir.” She replied, blushing a bit at the compliment. “I should go now. Um, bye.”
“Bye.” He waved at her before going back to work.
After that, she went over to the fountain and sat down with the half full basket of goods to rest before giving the goddess statue a mean glare. After a while, a large shadow approached from her right and heard a voice spoke up, gaining her attention as she looked up.
“Bryse? That you?” said a seven-foot-tall beefy bull with yellowish tan fur with mopped sandy yellow hair between his ivory horns, who happened to be a part time fellow guild member as well as a farmhand. 
“Kalvin? Y-yeah, it’s me.” she said, getting up from the fountain’s edge. She eyed him closely as he wielded a muddy hoe, meaning that he worked the fields recently. Another clue was how partially sweaty he was as beads rolled down his brow and buff body, even down his six-inch flaccid dick and balls that made her blush and heated. His musky scent wasn’t helping matters either.
“Sorry about what happened to you.” he apologized.
“*Sigh…it-it’s fine.” she said, inwardly slightly surprised how word spread fast.
“So how do you feel? I mean, how’s it like being female?” he asked.
“It feels…strange. My chest is heavy and… feel empty down there.” She gestured to her crotch region, causing both to blush a bit.
“Yeah, I could only imagine. Say, Bryse, are you… doing anything later today? Any plans?” Kalvin asked.
“No…um, why?”
“Would you…like to hang out later tonight?”
“Wait…are you asking me out?” she asked back. 
“I guess you can say that. I thought maybe we could get a drink at the tavern. After what happened to you, it could get some of the edge off, you know?” he replied, nervously scratching the back of his head.
She contemplated the offer. Sure, a few mugs of mead and ale would take her mind off things. But the tavern was a hot spot for guild members as their second HQ, meaning that she’ll catch some familiar faces/coworkers. Unfortunately, some of them are unkind and probably tease her of her predicament. Or even worse, hit on her. 
“I-I don’t know about this Kalvin…” she said doubtfully.
“Don’t worry about the drinks, they’ll be on me. And we can rent a room for privacy too, so we won’t be bothered by anyone else.” he added, which was a more reassuring offer.
“O…kay, I’ll meet you tonight.” She said, finally agreeing with the terms.
“Great! See you after sundown at the tavern!” He said, before he went off. 
Afterward, Bryse sat back down on the fountain’s edge, contemplating on what just happened. Did she just accepted to go on a date with Kalvin? Even as a male, the two weren’t that close, only work acquaintances who been on a few quests together. She could’ve brushed him off like the others who were overbearing than he was as he spoke casually to her. Must’ve been those female hormones again. She let out a sigh before she went back to finishing up her shopping and went home afterwards. 
Early evening came as the sun finally set over the horizon and the town lit a glow with mainly lantern, torches and candlelight. She arrived in town with much of the shops closed or near closing. She travelled northwestward to where the tavern rest, a two-story wooden building painted red with a sign labeled “Spotted Hide Saloon”. Even from outside, she could hear the drunk commotion from within.
She paused before going in, feeling a sense of nervousness and dread. Fear of them teasing and mocking of her lost manhood arose again, making her tremble and weak kneed. Could she be walking into a trap? Maybe she should just head back home. But before she could turn to leave, a familiar voice called to her.
“Oh, Bryse! Didn’t expect you to get here before me.” Kalvin said, approaching from behind.
“K-Kalvin, h-hi.” Was all she could say. 
“Let’s go in, shall we?”  he said while wrapping an arm over her shoulder, making her blush. 
Crud, no going back now. She gulped as the bovid couple stepped into the tavern. 
Stepping in, they were greeted by a spacious room with rose red painted walls with lanterns that hang there to light up the place. Plenty of round wooden tables with matching chairs scattered all over the place, a long bar counter with round stools manned by a white spotted and dark brown bull with black mohawk hair, donning an apron as wipe mugs and glasses with a long shelf of bottles alcohol from gin to mead to rum. On both ends of the bar counter, there were a set of stairs that lead to the second floor to the rooms. Some busty cow barmaids walked around the tables to serve hearty drinks to the many bull patrons. Even Bryse felt a bit of udder envy as some had a tit size or two over hers. In the right corner of the room a musical duet was being played with a beige bull on a lute and a light reddish cow playing a pan flute.
When the couple entered the room, the merriment and casual talk hushed in half as some who recognize Bryse murmured to each other.
“Looks like Bryse got an improvement and makeover.”
“With those udders, she has better use as a milk maiden than warrior.”
“You think Kalvin would let me have a turn with her?”
The ex-bull winced at their crude comments, reminding her loss of masculinity. 
“Don’t pay attention to them.” Kalvin said, comforting her as he pulled her closer to him, causing her to blush more and even get more of a whiff of his scent. 
As they approach the counter, the bartender greeted them.
“Hey, Kalvin and…Bryse. Are you doing okay?” The bull said with concern.
“I’m f-fine, Ronan. Just still trying to adjust.” She replied. 
“Oh, okay. So what can I do you for? The usual?” asked Ronan.
“Not tonight. But we’ll take two bottles of Rawhide Rum and a room.” Kalvin answered.
“Alright, here you go!” the barkeep said taking two bottles off the shelf and an iron key with the number 2 labeled from beneath the counter.
After paying with a sack of gold, Kalvin lead Bryse upstairs with drinks and key in tow. They went down a lamp lit red hallway and came upon their room with a door labeled as 2. Once Kalvin unlocked it, the two stepped inside.
It was a simple yet quaint room with a table with a couple of chairs with a lit candle to the right corner. In the opposite corner of the room was an extra-large king-size bed with a red satin canopy with matching sheets and white pillows. Next to the bed was a small wooden nightstand with another lit candle and a window with transparent white drapes above it, and along the wall a few feet from the foot of the bed was a mostly barren shelf save for a few tomes.
“So, shall we?” the bull offered as he sat down at the table, setting down the drinks. 
Bryse just sat down at the table, grabbing the bottle of rum and took a decent size swig. Only to cough and sputter because how surprisingly strong it tasted. Great, looks like her female form isn’t used to alcohol. 
“Are you okay?” Kalvin asked with concern. “Should I get you something else?”
“N-no it’s fine. This body isn’t used to strong drinks yet, I guess.” 
She took another sip slowly this time, shuddering a bit at the bitter taste. Unfortunately, her body is a lightweight when it comes to liquor, resulting in getting drunk quicker. So when they chatted a bit, her speech slurred slightly and became lightheaded. Not only that but her body began to heat up especially in her crotch as it dripped honey, triggering more hormones within. She was fidgeting in her seat a little and Kalvin took notice.
“Something wrong, Bryse?”
“I-it’s nothing. Just a little…hot.” She said as she stood up, only to be weak kneed and had to lean on the table for support. 
On reflex, Kalvin went to her side and held her. When they were close, she picked up his scent, sending her on edge as she blushed while more genital fluids leaked. Then, it was Kalvin’s turn to get a whiff of her scent, causing him not just to blush but get a foot long erection as well. Bryse eyed the bull’s sausage hungrily. 
“M-maybe you should lie down.” Kalvin said motioning towards the bed.
“Lay with me, Kalvin. My body…I want- I need it.” she said as she got close to him and nuzzled his neck, even licking it, making the bull blush harder.
“B-Bryse?” he said as she pressed her moist crotch against his shaft.
“Pl-please, Kalvin. These urges…I can’t help it. I need relief…that only a bull can provide.” She pleaded.
“O-okay…” Kalvin said, but finally giving into the lust.
After their snouts connected in a long-wet kiss, the bovines made their way to the bed. As they lied in bed, Kalvin got on top of her, continued kissing with entangled tongues as she held onto him. Muffled moans escaped her as his shaft rubbed against her slit. 
“Are you ready for this, Bryse?” Kalvin said, breaking the kiss with his tip teasing her entry.
“Yes, please, make me feel like a cow! Plow my pasture!” She pleaded.
“Okay, here goes!” He replied before he thrust his dick deep into her depths.
“MMRRROOOOoooooooohh~!” she cried out in response, arching her back while flexing toes.
Slowly, he pumped in and out of her as his meat grinding up against her fleshy inner walls, making her pant and moan with each thrust. She moaned louder as Kalvin began to play and tease her tits from fondling them and even licking them, making her gasp and grip the sheets. The bed rocked steady with their love making movements. 
“Aah~….haah….mmmooo~…. F-faster! P-please!” Bryse pleaded between pants.
“Ug…haah! O-kay…oooh~!” he answered as he pumped faster as well as harder.
Their pants and moans grew louder as pressure welled up within them, rocking the bed harder as they kissed again in a sweaty embrace. 
“Aah! Ooo~h! Haah…Oh, K-Kalvin….I’m…CUM~MOOO~!” she cried out as her pussy drenched his dick with a torrent of juices.
“Unh….Y-yeah….Oooo~h! Me…MOOO~ooh!” the bull followed as he shot a stream of cream into her womb until it overflowed, leaking onto the sheets. 
After the climax, he exited her with a wet plop. Then, they kissed passionately as they embraced each other in the afterglow of sex, drifting into sleep soon after.

Two Years Later…

Evening time had come. In her house, an eight-month pregnant Bryse, now Bryselle, in front of the fireplace, watching the veggie stew boil. In her arms was a baby black bull with a tuft of blonde hair on his head with small nubs for horns, suckling on a tit. However, the sound of the front door opening caught her attention.
“Bryselle, I’m home!” 
Coming through the door was Kalvin with a weapon harness that had a silver Warhammer attached. Then, he detached his weapon and set it to the side, leaning on the nearby wall. 
“So, everything went well with the quest?” she said as she approached her mate who had recently taken up more guild jobs to bring in more money to support his family. 
“Very well for a dungeon where the only threat was just slimes and dire wolves. Even the king slime at the end didn’t post much of a threat.”
The baby bull ceased suckling as it gurgled and cooed when hearing his father.
“And how is little Bryson?” he said while gently ruffling his head, earning more giggling gurgles in response.
“He behaved himself when we had our little adventure in the marketplace.”  Bryselle became a stay-at-home mom at the time, continuing to work as barmaid and milk maiden after her second pregnancy.
“Soon, he might start going adventures on his own when he learns how to walk.”
“*Giggle…yeah. Better wash up, Kalvin, dinner is almost already.” 
They both kissed before the bull left to wash up. Bryselle returned to cooking, silently thanking Mathilda for having such a man in her life. 

THE END