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Good Garls aren’t good for bored husbands
🕑 Added 2021-02-16 14:26:59 +0000 UTC(Woman into cow)
The dishes were clean.
The floor mopped.
The fridge was full.
Jack was laying down on the living room couch, wearing his pyjamas after another busy morning of domestic chores. He was a proud house-husband, dealing with the day to day nuances of a happy house while his wife was at work.
He was also quite the horny guy.
A connoisseur of many kinks and fetishes, his favorite was by far transformation.
Especially ladies turning into beasts.
I’m sure you understand.
That’s what, on that lazy morning, after a sequence of bored clicks, led him to an old Yahoo! thread via an almost dead Tools and Tricks page to a direct link to the Good Garls Forums.
Heaven for Jack’s eyes, a forum for people openly and shamelessly indulging in metamorphosis eroticism. Posts and threads about peoples plans to transform others, some with pics, detailed plans and even pushing the game and illusion of the TF having occurred and someone having been reduced to a pet, livestock or worse.
But what made him frown was a curious sub-forum way below the more popular ones.
It was called The Monkey’s Paw.
You could only open threads in that forum, not comment or like, there was no suggestion of snarky trolling. Just the plain thread titles stipulating very clear transforming wishes...
Some of the titles were now blank, others were still up.
He frowned.
Smirked.
Chuckled.
Ignoring the warning message, he opened a thread and wrote in a very clear way: I wish Terri, my dear wife, to slowly and permanently become an obese dairy cow!
Terri, his dear wife, was after all his favorite victim for transformative shenanigans. Jack’s finger circled above the phone’s screen for a few seconds before he made the worst of mistakes.
He clicked the send button and the thread was open.
Jack giggled, amused about his act of harmless anonymous humiliation as his wife appeared on the list of threads.
He yawned and proceeded to browse around that naughty forum without another thought in his mind other than that of getting lost in the laziness when his phone buzzed and shook in his hand.
It made him gasp in surprise.
Lifting himself up slightly from the couch he took a look at the pop-up that had appeared on the screen, he had received a message, from the Good Garls Forums.
The frown returned to his eyebrows.
Feeling an itch of insecurity at the back of the head, more worried about internet money scams than of actual metamorphosing horrors, he clicked on the message and opened it up.
Why? Because of the word in the subject line of the message: Granted.
His eyes read the short note: “Your demand, Terri will change without hope of salvation and once it is done your wife will be but a cow for the rest of her grazing days...”
Jack’s upper lip trembled, he sat on the couch, looked around with the silly worry that some nefarious individual might have actually been around the house spying on him. When he returned to the phone the message was gone, erased as if it had never existed. He had been kicked back out to the The Monkey’s Paw subforum.
The message he had written about dooming his poor wife Terri to a bovine existence, was blank.
Something compelled the poor husband to gulp.
He put the phone aside, shook his head.
“Better...” he began to mumble. “I better go and change the blankets...”
Jack slapped his face, stretched his arms, got up and before he was out of the living room the phone’s ringtone began to sound. Very nervously he walked back to the phone.
It was Terri, she was calling him from work.
He took the call.
“Dear?” was asked from the other end of the line.
NGHHHHHHHHH! It’s as if I’m about to bloat out...!” Terri grunted.
“Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“NO! I’m not!”
“What’s happening?”
“How do you expect me to know? I feel... Horrible... hoooooooooot... Sooooo hoooooooooooot...”
Some weird noises followed the melting of Terri’s voice.
“Terri? Are you still there...?”
“YES! You dummy... I don’t know what’s happening to me...! UUuuuuuff... It must be something... Something I ate...” some soft sobbing. “Jack, Jack come pick me up! I wanna go home!”
“O-of course! I’ll be there in a moment!”
“Hurry up! PLEASE! Before I pop out of existence!”
“Don’t worry!”
The line was cut, Jack was now full on shaking, he saw that the forum was still open on his screen.
A bite of guilt munched his neurons.
“No, don’t be stupid,” he said before finally closing the browser for good. “She’s not a cow...”
Full of husbandly determination he dressed, picked up the car and drove to the grocery store where Terri worked. She was already waiting for him outside, leaning against a wall.
Shivering and struggling, the woman walked all the way to the car, grabbing her belly with both hands.
“Jaaaaaaaaaaaack...” she grunted.
She was as average as her husband, a cute everyday lady with a few extra pounds on her hips. Her curly brownish hair was tied in a high ponytail, she hadn’t changed out of her work uniform.
“I’m here honey! I’m here!” Jack had got out of the car and had helped his lady in.
As he let her borrow his arm to help her sit down the man noticed that his wife’s tits, which had always been plentiful, seemed extra constricted by the confines of her bra.
He closed the door and went right back to the driver seat.
“Okay, okay!” he mumbled in panic. “Where are we going? The doctor? Let’s go to the doctor?”
Terri’s hand grabbed his wrist and forced him to look at him.
“NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!” For a very brief instant there was a very deep lowering of the woman’s voice as she groaned in dismay. “Home, let’s goooo home!”
“But...!”
“I’m hungry!”
“S-Sure, home, back to home!”
Jack started the car’s engine and began to drive as Terri kept making oddly fleshy sounds by his side.
Every five or ten seconds he glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye. Terri grunted, snorted, groaned and moaned. She was bright red and covered with sweat, there was a sound of the soft stretching of cloth as her jeans just seemed to expand in her seat.
But it wasn’t the jeans... it was her ass growing out...
“Uuuuuhg...” sobbed Terri. “What’s freaking wrong with me! I’m so hot... So tight... Hungry... HOOOORNY!”
Terri put both hands on her stomach, bent forward, then back and then the top button of her jeans just popped off and cracked the car’s windshield from the inside.
Jack’s grip on the vehicle’s wheel stiffened, he had also begun to sweat and could feel tears. He didn’t dare look back at his wife, especially after having noticed that her ears seemed to be beginning to stretch.
“It’s not real, it’s not possible... She’s just hungry... Hungry like...” he whispered thinking out loud.
“What are you babbling about?” inquired Terri.
“Nothing! Nothing at all! We are almost there, just hold on in there...!”
“Hurry up... PLEASSSSSSSSSSH!” the woman clenched her teeth, her ponytail rubbed against the car’s ceiling. “I want... Salad... Grassssssh...”
Her mass just kept expanding in all directions, slowly but constantly and without any intentions of stopping.
At least not until the inevitable conclusion.
The car finally arrived back at their house, Jack stopped the car, got out and quickly ran to help his wife, his poor, poor wife, get out of the car.
He froze when he opened the passenger door.
Terri’s ears had indeed started to stretch, her nose seemed wider and pinkish.
“What...?” she asked with watery eyes.
“NOTHING!” he assured her, helping the woman get out of the car. “You are fine, let’s go in!”
Carrying his wife’s growing weight on his shoulder he helped Terri make the walk back to their home.
Jack put an arm around the woman’s waist and for the first time felt the very real changes happening to her body.
The gradual slow expansion of fat under her clothes and skin.
The warmth irradiating from her reshaping form.
He gulped as his mind began to build up a clear image of Terri the cow.
Terri’s ear shook, longer and longer, hairs began to sprout on her upper lip.
“Oh, Jack, Jacky, dear... Something bad is happening to me... I can feel it... I can moooooooOOOOOOh...!” Terri didn’t seem to notice her own full blown bellow. “I’m just so hungry... So scared... So hooorny... You have to feed me... and then fuck me...!”
Jack glanced at her, then at her open pants, her panties had almost burst out... her big white mommy panties... they were damp and something was growing inside them.
Something that had lumps.
Four lumps.
Lumps that were leaking, wetting the cloth even more.
The image of a very full, very ready for milking udder.
“Let’s get inside!” he pleaded.
With a lot of effort they made the final rush and managed to get inside their house.
Whilst Jack closed the door Terri took some steps into the living room.
She put a hand on her red forehead, somehow missing the two lumps pushing out from inside her stretching skin. Not hot, in heat, covered in sweat, her mind fluctuating in a cloud of dizziness.
“I.. I forgot... Ma stuuuuff... in the locker... back, jooob...”
“D-Don’t worry!” Jack reassured her, while he frantically looked for something in the drawer near the front door. “I will go pick them up later...”
Terri looked down and saw her belly, her massive stomach and let out a long shrieking shout. Jack glanced at her for a second, guilt pierced his heart, his chubby wife was now clearly obese.
“WHY AM I SO FAT?!” screamed Terri. “Why... I...” she had never put too much effort into keeping her weight down, but this was way beyond what her feminine ego could withstand. “Lord, fuck, me! I will eat healthily I swear...! NGHHHHHHHH! Just stop... I’m... I’m goonna pop! I’m gonna...” she stopped, clenched her fists, her eyelids, raising her head. “MUUUUUUH!”
Long, loud and beastly.
Her bra snapped open inside her shirt and her gigantic tits collided with her massive belly under her clothes.
Crying and rubbing her breasts she looked at her husband, terror and despair on her face.
“Jacky...! Jacky, help me!”
Jack stared at his wife, at her meaty bovine ears, at the tiny horns sprouting on her forehead near her hair line, he wondered for a moment what fur she was going to have.
Holstein he guessed.
The husband lifted the pair of scissors he was holding.
“We have to get you naked.”
Terri didn’t like that.
“What?”
“Out of those clothes! Before... Before you... Get any larger...!” Jack moved closer to his doubtful wife. “Trust me, dear, honey...”
“B-But...” she mumbled. “It’s the work uuuuuniform!”
“Don’t worry...!” the man repeated. “Don’t worry...!”
The scissors began to snip, cut and rip.
Jack divided the shirt in two, he didn’t even have to pull for it to fall off along with the torn bra, Terri’s name was written in a tag on the front.
Seeing her mammoth sized boobs naked to her eyes didn’t help Terri stop sobbing, rather it resulted in the contrary.
Larger to an absurd degree, the over-inflated skin was heavy in her hands, veins marked prominently on the pale skin. Her nipples shivered between her fingers, thick and long.
Fear made her squeeze, that caused a moo and some leakage...
“Oh, oh, no! Milk...?! MUUUUULK! I’m lactating?! Why? Hooooow?! WHY?! WHY?!” she took a moment to bite her lips. “Why am I so... aroused...!”
Her husband didn’t answer right away, he was kneeling under the shadow of her swelling buttocks. They were so immense that just pulling down her pants would have been an implausibility. The sharp blades of the scissors had to be put to work once again, but first he removed her shoes and socks.
“What are you dooooing?!” grunted Terri when Jack made her lift her leg.
“We have to remove everything...” whispered Jack.
Because cows don’t wear clothes.
He thought it but didn’t dare say it.
As he began to cut the pants away he put all the effort in the world into ignoring the throbbing erection in his underwear. It made his eyes fill with tears at the thought that he could be getting horny after having put her wife through such a terrifying ordeal.
A lewd, flesh shifting, life changing ordeal...
The pants fell, Jack held his breath.
The panties were in front of him, almost buried below her belly and between her thighs. He rubbed the warm skin of her sweet chubby legs, as a zap hit Terri’s spine, another moo escaping her lips.
Leaning to the side the man saw a growing lump on top of her panties waistband, right at the end of her spine, a tiny trembling mass of muscle and bone.
A tail.
But it wasn’t as remarkable as the bulge in front of him, the one on the couch.
The one covered by the panties, the one that seemed to be a pair of leaking teats.
The forming udder.
Jack’s brain felt as if it was going to explode.
It was all real, so close to the heat and the moistness it was impossible for him to deny. Terri was becoming a cow.
He had caused it, she was slowly transforming.
Inch and inch her humanity erased until all that was left was a big dumb dairy cow.
An obese one just as he had specified in his wish.
For the rest of her life.
A life of meadows and barns, of milking... of mating with bulls...
The man could tell that Terri was already struggling with images of erect bovine penises flashing inside her brain, slowly degrading her from a proud working wife into needy livestock.
Perfect for breeding and little else.
This was probably the final time that Terri was going to undress... and just the idea made him hard like a rock, harder than he had ever been in his life.
He hated himself so much as the snipping of the scissors cut through the elastic of the panties waistband and the damp panties joined the rest of Terri’s clothes on the floor, leaving the fat woman completely devoid of any cloth.
“Jackyyyyy... I’m so hot...! I’m melting inside...!”
Her belly growled near to Jack’s face, he could imagine the woman’s stomach dividing into chambers.
Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead, put one hand on the bottom of her belly and lifted it up.
There it was.
The udder, or half of it, the other half was still up on Terri’s chest, but not for long, that was for sure. His shaking increased as he touched the udder, the all too real pair of pink teats, real, hairy, rough.
He lifted them and behind them, Terri’s hairy groin,the mature meaty cunt he loved so much, absolutely wet and human for a final instant to his eyes before starting to become a leathery cow cunt that his poor cock would no longer be able to properly satisfy.
“Goooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuud!” bellowed Terri, trying to look at what was happening down there beneath all the fat. “What are you doing? How.... Why... HOOOOW! How are you touching ma... muuuu... My tits...?!”
Terri stretched her neck... and saw Jack, her eyes, cow eyes, lowered, her face changed from red to a pale shade.
She saw her husband holding the udder that was attached to her crotch.
Jack looked up at her, with a grieving sadness on his face.
“Jack, Jacky, please, plooosh...” she implored. “Why do I have a freaking udder?” her voice breaking at the same time it continued growing deeper.
Her husband rose up, as close to her as her swollen boobs and belly let him get. He grabbed Terri’s hands, showing what was happening to the woman.
“Jack, please...!” implored the woman. “What are you doin? What ish happening?”
Jack was slowly sliding the wedding ring off of Terri’s finger, not because he wanted to do it slowly, but because it was difficult to move the metal along the plump digit.
“I... We have to remove it before your fingers begin to change into hooves.”
“What...? Hooooooves...?”
The ring was off, Jack held up both of the woman’s hands, his wife, they looked at each other.
“Terri... You are going to be a cow...” he finally confessed.
A very thick silence, as thick as Terri was fat, danced between them as the woman’s bovine inflation continued it’s unstoppable progress.
“W-What...?” Terri repeated.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It was on a stupid forum and... you know about my TF thing and, fuck me, I’m so stupid, it was like a make a wish thread and... and I asked for you to transform into a cow!” Jack walked up and down as milk kept leaking from Terri’s nipples and teats. “I’m so fucking stupid, I’m so sorry...”
“Jack! Youuuuuu aren’t making any sense!” exclaimed Terri. “People don’t... I can’t be... Even if I am think abouuuut... This, that, can’t have happened just because you wrote a wish on a foruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum!” Terri grabbed her neck. “A foruuuuuuuuuuuuuum! MUuuuUUUUuuuh! MROOOOOOOOOOOO!” she coughed, took a couple of naked steps splashing in the puddles of milk, a loud slap.
Terri reached behind her and grabbed her tail, her now fully grown cows tail, she pulled it to the front and both husband and wife looked on, speechless as at the end of that long appendage a tuft of hair sprouted.
“I’m so, so, so sorry...!” gasped Jack.
The woman’s face stretched, separating her eyes, her tongue came out and went back in, large and wide, as perfect for chewing grass as the teeth around it. Terri let out a very animalistic snort with her widened nose, she sobbed.
Her voice distorted from it’s usual tender motherly tone into a cavernous rough depth.
“Am a muuuucking cow...!” Terri grabbed her hair and some of it fell out as she touched her horn. “HOW COUUUUUUUULD YOUUUU DOOO THISH TO YOUR WOOOOOOIFE!”
“I will fix it! Don’t freak out!”
“FREAK OUUUUUUT?! Youuu strip me naked! I’m transfooooooooorming! I’m...” Terri’s terrified cry froze as her pupils expanded, more and more of the wife combining with the livestock she was meant to be, but a spark of rationality in her brain, a spark fueled by the knowledge of what made her husband tick. “Hooow loooong...?”
“Uh...?” Jack’s eyes flickered.
“How loooong a haveee to beee coooooooooooouw?!”
The man tapped his fingers together, eyes stuck on the puddle of milk.
A short unintelligible mumble.
“...rest of your life...”
“YOUUUUUUUU IDIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!” the still semi-rational wife, stripped naked, was dropped right into a beastly mental panic that just seemed to be a thick white liquid. “MUUUUUUUU! MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Jack also was dragged into the panic, he pulled his phone back out and began to fly through the convoluted sequence of links to reach that damn forum.
“I will fix it! I will fix it I swear!” he shouted above her bellows.
He managed to reach the forum, began to tap and write in desperation: “Stop it! Don’t make my wife a dairy cow! Please!”
Terri bellowed and cried, her neck stretching as she began to sound more like a true born bovine. Her tail rose up and her buttocks spread, her large anus and her leathery cunt sliding to a position just below that.
Her fingers clumsily began to swell, the nails darkened and hardened.
The itch of the fur on her sweaty back... the fur...
Jack had been right, it was a Holstein’s black and white.
“MOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”
Jack’s post had been rejected.
“There’s no damn moderation in this place!”
He was sending messages on all threads, begging for his wife’s humanity.
Terri glanced in horror as her hands, fulfilling Jack’s omen, completely turned into sturdy hooves. A similar fate overtook her feet, causing clopping sounds to be heard.
Her back was covered in fur, her head almost bald.
A private message warned Jack to stop spamming, it was against the rules and he would get banned.
Jack snapped.
“FUCK YOU! STOP TURNING MY WIFE INTO BREEDING LIVESTOCK!” he got banned... and his blood turned cold even inside his erection... “I didn’t mean it... I didn’t want it...”
“JOOOOOOOOOOOUUUCK!”
The man looked at the monstrous cow creature that was pleading in desperation for his attention, the phone slipped from his hand and broke on the floor.
Now more bovine than human, the beast bellowed as her majestic breasts began to be pulled down to meet with their udder sisters at her crotch.
Jack reacted, he grabbed the elongating wrist of the cow-lady.
“We have to get you out before it ends!”
“Muuuuuuuh fiiiiiiiix?!”
“Yes, just... Just we have to get you out first...!”
The husband helped the clumsy beast to walk into the kitchen, towards the back door. Heavy clopping steps, his fingertips touching the very real thick fur covering her body.
In a moment of tension Terri leaned across Jack after her hoove slipped in the milk and the poor man was almost crushed by the giant cow. It took him all his effort to help her keep her balance.
He knew that if she ended up down on all fours he wouldn’t be able to make her stand again.
On the edge of collapsing Jack kicked the door open to allow Terri to pass through first.
As was to be expected, such a large rear became stuck in the door frame.
Pursing his lips and feeling utterly distressed Jack put both hands on his wife’s ass, at each side of that plump cunt, and whilst dodging her twitching tail he began to push. Terri did what seemed to be becoming her only available option for everything and kept helplessly bellowing.
Between her muscular legs Jack watched as boobs and teats met and merged, a heavy udder full of milk forming and growing.
Jack put his shoulder against her rear.
One last push.
One louder bellow.
The door frame cracked and the cow landed on all fours on the grass in the backyard. Locked in all fours by nature, not even able to stand upright as a human even if her hind legs could support her over inflated weight.
Her firm legs managed to uphold her mass, but walking around was trickier than expected with that amount of extra fat. She slowly clopped around, trying to get used to her quadrupedal state, until her nose caught the fresh scent of the grass. Maneuvering such a body wasn’t an easy task, especially when you could be called the fattest cow in the world, eating on the other hand seemed a simpler pleasure in which to escape from all the stress.
Grunting Jack got up from the ground, he had fallen with the motion of that last push. In the middle of the backyard he saw the largest dairy cow he had ever seen, an absolute blue ribbon for a country fair. With pristine white and black fur, short horns, a gigantic udder... and the last remnants of his wife’s distorted face chewing grass at the end of her long neck.
“Jooooooooooooock... Muuuuuuuuuuuuulk...! Muuuuuuuuuuuuulk!” begged the cow as she kept chewing.
Jack barely had any words, he crawled towards the cow’s rear, so small now in comparison with the woman he had once been taller than... the woman that was no longer a woman at all…. all because of his hubris...
“Okay, okay...”
His trembling hands grabbed the udders’ teats and began to pull and squeeze, never before had the city man done anything like that, but he guessed it was what the cow needed when the milk flowed and the cow bellowed.
Her sturdy hooves stamped on the grass in a sexual rush.
Jack gulped.
Terri spoke her last words as a person... if you can call the howling sounds coming out of her building muzzle words...
“Goooot buuuulll fuuuuuuuuuuck muuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
As her husband drained her udder nearly dry Terri the working wife was consumed by the dairy bovine.
The milk splashed, Jack came in his underwear.
With the teats in his hands leaking milk Jack got up, supporting himself on the fat ass of the beast in front of him.
He walked all the way around the other side.
And found only a cow’s head at the end of her neck.
The head of an obese dairy cow. A cow that was chewing grass, happily oblivious. When she saw the sobbing man she licked her lips, snorted and rubbed her face against his arm.
Jack petted the beast’s large head, hugged it.
“We... We will fix it...” he said with a sore voice, closing his eyes, trying to enjoy that warm furry hug.
“Moooooooh!”
