I awoke sometime in the middle of the night to a strange light. Opening my eyes, I saw the tiny form of Ka’leah, glowing pinkly, fluttering in front of my face.
“Hello, Ka’leah.” I told her. “Good to see you.”
She spun and twinkled, coming back around to look at me once more. I suspected that she was saying hello back, but for all I knew she could have been telling me the house was on fire.
I rubbed my eyes a bit and regarded her again.
“Thank you for staying with me.” I said quietly, whispering and trying not to wake Jenna. “I’m very thankful for you and Kate and Jenna, keeping me sane through all of this. I’m just worried about what’s next.” Ka’leah twinkled a bit but remained quiet, apparently expecting me to continue.
“We think I might be a lost calf from another tribe, and we’re trying to decide how we should tell the sisterhood about me. I wish I could understand you so you might give me a suggestion or two, but maybe you could tell Kate later, if you think of anything.”
Ka’leah fluttered up and down rapidly, drifting away from my face a bit. She motioned with her tiny hand, beckoning me forward. I raised my eyebrow in suspicion, wondering what she needed.
Gently, I pulled Jenna’s arm from around my waist, careful not to disturb her sleep. Rolling out of bed, I staggered to my hooves, carefully standing, trying not to make too much noise.
Ka’leah continued to bounce and weave through the air, maneuvering over to a mirror by the wall. I followed her to the mirror, wondering what she wanted to show me. The tiny sprite placed her hands on the mirror and pushed gently. Suddenly I saw her form merge with her reflection in the mirror as she actually flew into the mirror’s reflection!
Looking back at me, the tiny sprite zipped up and down a bit, motioning for me to follow. Not sure of what to do, I placed my hands on the mirror like she had, but nothing happened. She continued to beckon to me, urging me into the mirror.
I took a deep breath and pressed into the mirror, willing myself to flow through into the reflection as she had. Suddenly I felt my hands sink into the inky reflection. Before I knew it, I had stepped through the frame into another world.
Like falling into a pool of water, my senses changed immediately. Strange sounds like wind reverberated across the world I was now standing in. The landscape was dark, but strangely lit at the same time. Almost like night with a full moon, I was able to see my surroundings, but they wavered and morphed like a field of grass being tossed by the wind.
I spun around a bit and saw the portal from which I had entered, standing in mid-air like a magical disc with swirling edges. Through the portal I could see Jenna’s bedroom. It looked far away, though, like I was looking through water.
The building I was standing in now was ghostly and dark, a reflection of the layout of Jenna’s home, but reversed, and strangely dilapidated. I explored the home, finding the front door and opening it to reveal a city I knew, but oddly backwards, and strangely vacant.
I took a few steps out of the house, curious about my surroundings. I heard a hawk cry above me and looked up to regard it. There in the sky was a brightly lit form, wavering with gold and white, gently floating across the darkened sky. The bird cried again, whether at me or something else, I wasn’t sure.
Suddenly I heard a rustling in the darkness to my left. I glanced down and saw a monstrous spider, skittering nimbly out of hiding. The beast was massive, it’s legs stretching fully 3 feet across and it’s body was the size of a basketball. It clacked it mandibles at me, making strange chittering noises... and then it’s eyes flared into a yellowish, sickly light.
I knew I was in trouble. The spider made another clicking sound, rushing up to me, it’s eyes tracing streamers in the darkness. It leaped at me, knocking me to the ground.
I screamed in shock, flailing at it wildly. One of my swings connected solidly and the spider flew far off into the lawn, landing on it’s back. I quickly stood up, worried it would jump up and attack me again.
I heard another clatter to my left. Glancing, I saw two more giant demon-spiders, skittering out of the shadows, their eyes igniting yellow. The one I had punched regained it’s feet and all three of them began to advance upon me. More chittering noises came from the right, and another spider appeared.
I panicked, turning back to the house and bolting through the front door. I whipped around and slammed the door, feeling one of them thud into the other side of it. Suddenly the glass window near the door exploded as a spider smashed through, landing in the foyer. I turned and ran for the bedroom, hoping to find my way back through the mirror.
I slammed the bedroom door behind, hoping to buy a few seconds. I ran up to the floating portal. The image on the other side was brighter though, as if it were day, or perhaps the lights were on. I placed my hands on the portal and concentrated on passing through it. The thudding against the door grew louder and I heard the wood crack.
Slowly the surface of the portal yielded to my touch and I began to sink through. The resistance of the mirror fell away suddenly, and I fell through the portal and into the room.
Landing with a loud thud, I rolled over onto my back, attempting to catch my breath. What the hell was that!?
I thought to myself, wondering what had just happened. I was worried about the spiders coming through, but I didn’t know what I could do to prevent that if it happened. Thankfully nothing appeared from the mirror.Just then, Jenna came rushing into the room.
“Oh my goodness!” She cried. “Where did you go?”
I looked up at her, still reeling from the experience. “I... I don’t know.” I admitted. “I somehow went through the mirror to another place... and just barely made it back with my life.”
“Oh God!” Jenna cried. “We should have told you not to do that.” She knelt down next to me, embracing me in a hug.
“What was that?” I asked, not sure what had just happened.
“You went to the spirit world, hon. I woke up and found you missing so I searched the house, looking for you. I was about to call Kate, thinking you had somehow run away, when I heard a noise in here.” She hugged my me to her chest, placing her cheek on my head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“I think I was attacked.” I said at long last. “There were these spider creatures with strange glowing eyes. I barely made it back to the mirror.”
“You have to promise not to do that again.” Jenna said. “It may seem strange, but it’s an ability all shape-changers have. You entered the spirit world, a dangerous place for Tauros to go. And whatever you do, don’t tell anyone about it. It’s forbidden to travel there.”
“After that, I don’t have any wish to go back.” I said.
Jenna helped me to my feet and got me back into bed. I snuggled her closely, pressing my giant udders into her back as I cuddled her. Before long I heard her soft breathing as she snored lightly. I stayed awake, though, wondering just what the spirit world was, and trying to figure out what had happened.
After replaying the events in the mirror over in my mind many times, I resolved to ask Kate about it next time I saw her and put the episode behind me. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. The soft breathing of Jenna quickly lulled me into unconsciousness.
I had strange dreams that night. I dreamed I was back in the spirit world. There was a woman there, dressed in flowing white cloth which billowed in the wind. Her arms were bound by chains. I saw towering beasts stalking around her, walking upright with massive bodies and bestial heads. They seemed not to notice me, but the woman looked right at me. Her alabaster face was as perfect as a marble statue, but her crimson lips and blue eyes bore a sad expression as she regarded me.
I felt a flutter in my stomach and looked down to see what it was. My body was back in Homid and my breasts were empty, allowing me to see my belly slowly growing larger, expanding as if I were pregnant. It swelled before me like an inflating air-mattress held to my skin. My hands grasped at it, attempting to press back into it, to somehow deflate it, but it was no use, it simply kept growing. Before long I was pinned to the ground under its gurgling weight, having grown vastly large and gravid. I cried out in panic, my arms no longer able to reach even halfway around my massive, growing, rumbling belly.
I looked back up at the chained woman and saw she had changed too. She still bore the same sad expression, but she was massively pregnant as I was and her body had changed to a beautiful black and white Labrix. The chanting of the wolf-beasts around us rose to a fever pitch, their barking and yelping sounding harsh and hateful. The woman leaned close to me, as close as her chains would allow, and whispered a word to me which rang out clear. Daughter.
Suddenly I woke with a start, sitting upright in bed. I was alone again. The early morning sun streamed in through the frosted windows, shedding the room in a gentle glow. The bed was empty, Jenna apparently having already gotten out of bed.
I pulled the covers back and sat up on the edge of the bed. My milk-filled udders jiggled and collided as I moved, feeling wonderfully full. I saw my shopping bags sitting over by the dresser and decided to get dressed.
Placing my hands upon my udders, I closed my eyes and concentrated on shrinking them, forcing the milk in them back into the part of my mind connected to the spirit world. The rite took hold and I felt my udders shrinking, collapsing back to my chest. After a few moments, my udders could shrink no more, now emptied of their milk. It seemed they were larger than my breasts, probably due to my increased body size and mass, but they seemed to stick out a good hand-span further from my chest, fully the size of medium-sized beach balls. The sets of fleshy, finger-like teats on each one also added to the appearance of a bigger size.
The pressure in my mind was stronger than it had been before. I realized that it was much like having to go to the bathroom. The more liquid I held back, the more urgent the feeling of pressure. I knew I couldn’t hold it back for too long, but long enough to get my day started.
I rose to my hooves and concentrated on transforming into Homid again. This time I left my eyes open and watched the changes happen. I was still amazed at the way my body twisted, shrunk, and morphed, regaining my familiar human look. My chest bounced heavily, large and round breasts heaving erotically as I moved. They were luscious and full, perfectly formed like some silicone stripper. They didn't sag or flop like a natural boob of that size probably would, but instead held their domed shaped with Jello-like movements and resilience.
Staring at breasts, I wondered suddenly how my body could be carrying them. I was, after all, no more than a twiggy girl now, perhaps only 130 pounds, but rather tall at what I estimated to be six foot. In fact, I was taller as a woman than I had been as a man. But breasts like these should have been a tremendous weight for a girl like me to lug around... unless I was somehow stronger. I remembered Kate rolling my gigantic, 10 foot tall Minos form over as if I were only a human, and she had been in Homid form.
My curiosity got the better of me and I searched the room quickly for something, anything to test my strength on. The wooden frame of Jenna's four-post bed was thick and massive. Estimating by the type of house she lived in, I guessed it was oak. If that was the case it must have weighed a few hundred pounds at least, plus the full-size mattress and box-spring.
Reaching down underneath the corner of the bed, I attempted to lift the bed. To my everlasting shock, the entire corner of the bed, frame, box-spring, and mattress, elevated into the air as I hefted it upwards... one-handed. It didn't even feel that heavy! It may as well have been a heavy bag of groceries for all I exerted myself! I dropped the bed in shock, the whole thing thudding down on the rug with sound like thunder. I guess that answered that question. I couldn't wait to try and bend some steel bars or something, just to see if I could.
I looked at myself in the mirror again for a moment, attempting to memorize a body which still looked unfamiliar to me. Just a human girl stared back at me. No hulking female body-builder, just a normal sized woman... aside from her massive chest. After a minute of inspecting myself, I got dressed in my cowgirl skirt and pullover turtleneck. I pulled my long hair through the neck, letting it drape down my back.
My hair was exceptionally long and full. It also didn’t seem quite right, being so long. I hadn’t ever seen hair like it before naturally, so I thought perhaps I should cut it, to help blend in. I resolved to ask Jenna about it when I saw her again. Perhaps she could help me decide.
I left the bedroom, heading into the kitchen. I found Jenna there, cooking something that smelled incredibly good.
“Good morning, Mercury.” Jenna said, smiling at me. She had already dressed for the day in a cute, maroon flower-dress.
“Morning, cutie.” I said, kissing the top of her head and hugging her around the waist lightly.
“I’m making some breakfast if you’re still hungry.”
“Starving!” I said, disengaging from her and taking a seat at the counter.
Jenna turned over an omelet with her spatula. “Did you milk yourself yet?”
“Not yet.” I admitted. “I probably should though if we go out. The pressure of storing it is really a lot more intense the fuller I get.”
“That’s the way it goes. I’ll help milk you after breakfast.” She said, plainly.
Milk me. I felt a bit silly talking about being milked. The idea of being a cow still hadn’t settled on me fully. I felt a bit like the outsider looking in at a world that seemed ridiculous... but I knew I was actually right in the middle of it, and I had to learn to get used to it in a hurry. Jenna had apparently no problems with it, however. To her it was probably as natural as brushing her teeth, or taking out the trash.
Jenna finished the omelets and served me one. We ate breakfast and gossiped a bit about what to do that day. She didn’t have to go in to work that day, being Sunday, so we had the entire day to play.
“Think you could cut my hair for me today?” I asked between mouthfuls of egg.
“Sure! I’d love to help you choose a style.” Jenna said, suddenly becoming excited. “I’ve got a bunch of styles to try out and maybe there’s one you’ll like.”
We finished breakfast and headed into a room downstairs which was set up like a salon. Apparently Jenna had a home business as well, cutting and styling hair.
I hopped up onto the chair and she laid the apron over me, pulling my hair up, and snapping the collar around my neck. Next she pulled out a massive book of pictures showing all manner of woman’s hairstyles. I still felt amazed at the sheer number of possibilities. Had it been a man’s hairstyle book, it would have had only half a dozen pages. Girls, it seemed more and more, were a lot more free to push the envelope of fashion.
Jenna showed me many styles and finally we settled on one and she set to work. I sat quietly as she flitted about, snipping and spritzing at my hair with her utensils.
“What does the farm do?” I asked at long last. “How do they get money to survive?”
“Oh there’s a number of things they do.” Jenna replied. “One thing we do, is run a dairy farm. Having breeding stock on hand and selling the milk provides and excellent cover for us and lets us generate some revenue from the milk produced.”
“Doesn’t the milk heal people when they drink it? Surely that would fail some sort of government testing.” I asked.
“Your milk is only potent when it’s drank directly from you. If it’s milked out, it loses it’s magic and becomes normal milk. I guess you could say the magic is in the suckling.”
“I think I understand.” I said. The feeling of being suckled was incredibly erotic to me. I knew there must have been something magical about it. “So you guy sell your milk, but is there anything else you do? Kate said you have a line of designer clothing, and that you’re really good at hair-styling and other... female arts.” I smiled at her, not knowing exactly what else to call it.
“Well, yep.” She said, smiling. “We do other things as well. The dairy is mostly a way for us to disguise and get rid of the milk, while drawing a profit as well. We already have loads of money in investments and stocks. That sort of thing. The kinfolk provide a lot of revenue as well. Many of us are lawyers or doctors. Pretty much anything the society needs, one of us gets sent to school for it.”
“In your case, they needed a clothing designer?” I asked.
“I, more or less, chose the design field, but yes, I provide what they need in the clothing department.”
“Do you ever regret not being born a Tauros, rather than a kinfolk?” I asked. A stupid question, I realized, the moment I had asked it. Dumb, really dumb.
Jenna’s hands stopped for a moment, her hands freezing in mid stroke. I realized my mistake. It must have been a touchy subject.
“When my time came for the Rite of Awakening, I was so excited, dreaming of what it would be like to join the sisterhood. But after it was performed and I didn’t change, I felt crushed.” She continued with my hair. “After a few months though, I got over my pity. I still had a wonderful life ahead of me. I not only got to live with the creatures that I wanted to be, but I also got to enjoy their company as well. Looking back, I don’t mind what I have become.”
I sat in silence for a moment, apologetic to have brought up such an unhappy topic. “I’m sorry to have brought that up. It was a stupid question.” I said.
“Don’t be. You’re just curious is all. But yes, most kinfolk are saddened by the fact they weren’t blessed with the genes to be a Tauros. It’s not a topic we like to discuss, but most have gotten over it.”
“So how long to Tauros get pregnant for?” I asked on a whim, trying to change the subject.
“Well, female Tauros remain pregnant for the normal 9 months. But, Tauros usually have multiples when they become pregnant. It’s not uncommon for them to carry 3 or more children to full term. It’s rare for them to get pregnant, and they really have to work at it, but when they do, their body seems to make up for it.”
Wow! I thought. That might have explained the massive belly I grew in the dream, as well as the size of the woman who was pregnant as well. The prospect of pregnancy still felt horrible to me, however. I was all about giant, swollen bellies, but the repercussions of caring for offspring just didn't appeal to me.
I saw a picture stuck in the corner of the mirror. It might have been a simply a hairstyle clipped from a magazine, but it was of a human male. He was very good-looking. Even being a lesbian, I had to admit he was handsome. He had stylish spiky-wavy hair that tousled all over his head, and sharp ‘bedroom eyes’ as I heard them described before, a bit squinty and dark.
“Who’s that?” I asked after studying the image.
Jenna looked to where I was pointing and saw the picture. “Oh, that’s my son, Jason.” She said with a smile. “He’s a kinfolk too.” She continued with cutting my hair, a smile on her face again.
“He’s very handsome.” I admitted. I wasn’t sexually aroused by him, but he did look like a heart-breaker; like the kind of friend I’d want to go to a bar with because I knew he’d have the girls on us in a heartbeat.
“Thank you.” Jenna said, cutely. She finished with my hair and stepped back, letting me see her work. “There, all set.”
I looked at the woman in the mirror. I recognized her as me, but her hair was beautifully done now. My hair was lightly curled, more wavy than before, and cut in a feathered sort of look. It was still long, Jenna hadn't trimmed much off the length at all, but the volume of it seemed to have tripled. It almost reminded me of the 80's "big hair". It was pulled back a bit by a comb-like clamp apparatus that I had no idea the name of. I looked like a bombshell. I thought it was perfect.
“I absolutely love it, Jen.” I said, looking at her.
“Wonderful!” She exclaimed. “Now let’s do your make-up and nails.
I was excited to get that done, but the pressure in my mind was becoming overpowering. I felt I needed to be milked soon or I would lose it, flooding my breasts and probably ruining my shirt.
“Maybe I should be milked before we do that.” I said
“Oh! I’m sorry, I completely forgot about that.” Jenna apologized. “I haven’t been on the farm in too long. I usually did it every morning for some of the girls, but it’s been a while and I’m afraid I fell out of the habit.”
I stood up from the chair as Jenna left to fetch something from a storage room. I pulled my shirt up to my neck and unhooked my bra, still struggling slightly with this strange new article of clothing. Justing from the firm shape of my breasts, I didn't think I really needed one, but it did keep my nipples from poking through too much. Pulling my skirt down, I shifted to Labrix, my lower udders growing in, just above my crotch. My body grew another foot, leaving me nearly 8 feet tall again and probably weighing about 250 pounds. My familiar black and white fur sprouted from my limbs and body, but bald, pink flesh covered my udders and belly. Looking in the mirror, I saw a beautiful cowgirl, and oddly, her hair hadn't gotten messed up during the transformation. My floppy cow ears and black horns sprouting through my white hair looked very cute.
I released the flood of milk back into my body. It funneled quickly to my udders, swelling them up gorgeously until they were the size of massive beach balls. My upper pair filled my arms entirely, swollen so full I couldn't touch my hands together around them. They were thrust upwards by my lower udders, swollen and jiggling warmly underneath them. My entire lap was filled with tit from my thighs up to my chin as my penis grew rigid in the folds of my soft cleavage. My teats sprang to attention from the ends of them erotically, as if each one a miniature cock anticipating pleasure.
Jenna came back into the room wheeling a large stainless steel contraption into the room. It was laced with clear tubing and various attachments with a large cylindrical aluminum vat on one end.
“This is a milking pump.” Jenna said with a wave of her hand. “You’re free to use it any time you need. I’ll show you how.”
I looked at the machine with a bit of skepticism. Jenna plugged it into the wall outlet and flipped the switch on the side. The machine flared to life with a soft pumping sound.
“Basically it’s a specialized vacuum used to suck the milk out of you. It makes quick work of it and I’m told it feels really good.” She said with a cute smile. “Let me help you get it attached.”
Jenna pulled up one of the hoses which ended after it split into four long tube-like suction cups. Each of the attachments looked like some sort of penis pump. She fitted the rigid tubes over my nipples and I felt the machine's suction drawing them tight to my teat. My teat swelled a bit inside the tube and began to spray milk, quickly filling the hoses. She grabbed another of the large hoses with the same four attachments on the end.
By the time she had affixed the second set of tubes to my right udder, I was in heaven. The soft suction of the milking machine felt absolutely wonderful, as I closed my eyes in pleasure. My crotch felt a bit wet and my penis began to inflate, becoming rigid in my lap.
Jenna left me alone to my pleasure after attaching the third and fourth hoses to my lower udders. Now fully suckled from all of my udders, I was on the brink of ecstasy. I felt the familiar pressure of milk in my mind, eager to flood into my body and fill me up even as the machine drained me. I resisted the temptation, however, not wanting to produce even more milk that I’d have to waste or store uncomfortably.
Reaching one hand under my skirt, I lightly fingered my pussy, while my other hand rubbed my shaft under my lower udder, through my skirt. I couldn’t believe what a nymphomaniac I had become. Before I had transformed, I enjoyed masturbation, but now I felt like I could never get enough. I thought about sex constantly, almost to the exclusion of other things.
I imagined Kate was there, caressing my body, fingering my snatch, rubbing my shaft. I loved her contact and could think of no one else I’d rather spend an erotic evening with. She was perfect in every way. I wondered if I was in love. The feeling seemed to make sense. I was infatuated with her, drawn to her beauty, but it was something more than that. Her personality blended with mine perfectly. I felt like I could spend the rest of my life with her. I felt that I loved her.
I opened my eyes, seeing that the machine had almost finished with me, draining my udders in record time. When all 16 of my teats were being milked, my udders shrank in size quickly. After a few more moments, my udders were down to their empty size (each still as large as a squishy basketball) and the streams of milk into the machine ceased. I plucked the tubes off my teats, seeing they had grown red and engorged. The machine gurgled as it gulped down air once again, instead of milk.
I played with my empty udders for a moment, getting a know them better. Each of them was soft and supple, like one of those spandex and Styrofoam-bead pillows, and each of them had four large, fat teats dangling semi-limply off the front. Kneading them with my hands, I was surprised to feel just how malleable and soft they were. Their flesh was rubbery and stretchy, as if begging to be inflated. I wanted to indulge them, but it would have to wait.
I shifted my form back to Homid and zipped up my skirt. Fitting my bra on once again, I felt comfortably empty. I pulled my shirt back down over my H-cup chest and switched off the machine. I unplugged the contraption and wound the cords and tubes back into their proper places. By the time I had wound everything up, Jenna returned.
“Pretty fun, huh?” She asked with a coy smile.
I blushed at her, obviously having enjoyed the sensations. My pussy still felt wet from the encounter, and I knew I was horny as hell.
“Like 16 blow-jobs at once.” I admitted.
“Now you see why the girls like it. It’s a lot quicker and easier than hand-milking as well.” Jenna wheeled the machine into the back room, struggling a bit to shove the heavy machine, now full of my milk.
She returned a moment later. “Time for a make-up lesson!” She said with a clap. I smiled and climbed back into the chair once again. "My goodness, girl. Are you alright? You look a bit flushed. Your cheeks are all red." She pressed the back of her hand against my cheek, feeling my temperature.
"I think I'm okay. I'm just really... horny." I admitted. "Kate said I'd be a little hormonal during the first few weeks."
"Well, that's true," Jenna said, "but I think you're also in heat."
"What?!" I nearly choked. "Tauros go into heat?"
"Once a year." She answered in a chipper fashion. "Good thing there aren't any of the bulls around, they'd be all over you. I guess the girls get pretty... fragrant... when they go into heat, and the bulls go nuts over it."
"Great." I said. "Just what I always wanted. My first few days as a woman and I'm already ovulating. Yuck."
"C'mon, let's do some make-up." She smiled, hugging me around the shoulders.
Jenna made me apply the make-up this time. Learning to do it myself was something I needed to do anyway. She guided me verbally as I struggled with the techniques of applying it. After perhaps 15 minutes of instruction and hand’s on training, I was staring at a drop-dead gorgeous woman in the mirror. Her hair was freshly styled and her face looked like an exotic goddess.
After completing the make-up, I thought we were done, but Jenna pulled out some items from a plastic set of drawers over on the side. Returning quickly, I saw she had all manner of nail-polishes and fake nails.
“We can’t glue anything on your nails since they pop off when you transform, but we should be able to make them look pretty anyway.” She said, opening a tackle-box of beauty supplies.
She took my hand and began whittling on it with a sandpaper, sponge-type object, shaping my nails down and smoothing their surface. After that, she decided on a color for me, since I didn’t have a clue. I found out later that it was called a ‘French nail’. After deciding, Jenna quickly painted my nails, making them look like sexy versions of just normal looking nails. I enjoyed the look of them immensely. They seemed to sparkle and shine as I moved my hand around, their gloss reflecting the light.
Happy with the results, I rose from the chair, thanking Jenna for her instruction and gifts. I embraced her in a lustful hug and kissed her full on the lips. Just then I heard a door slam upstairs.