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Flesh Hypnosis: Love and Mooriage
🕑 Added 2020-11-15 23:46:09 +0000 UTC(Man into cow - TG)
It was an idea suggested by one of Haru’s friends, who was a marriage counselor.
The woman behind the desk made them feel uneasy despite how well dressed she was.
“If Shane is feeling down because of the unemployment and that is making things difficult” she had said. “Then the best thing is go to a hypnotist, trust me!” then she had grabbed a handful of the raw corn from the bowl she had on her desk and had started chewing it while she continued talking. “I was having a hard time myself, but after just one visit that wonderful woman has helped me see the world... My whole existence, with an entirely new perspective!” she began to look around in her desk drawer. “That’s one hundred percent certain, even if it was the last good thing I did as a woman! BWAK!”
She gave the couple a card with directions, a number and name of the hypnotist: Yolanda Garcha
Haru, holding the card in both hands, looked at her husband with a soft smile whilst, ignored by both of them, the counselor kept chewing her corn.
“What do you think? It couldn’t hurt, could it?” she asked.
Shane thought that the counselor was clearly on drugs and that it was a terrible idea... but he had never been able to say no to Haru...
So they took the card and Shane went for his first appointment with Yolanda.
“MADAME Yolanda Garcha.” the imposing busty Latin lady had announced when he had entered her office.
He didn’t remember much about that first session, but since then...
Every night...
Shane had been having a very particular dream...
Hot dreams...
Vague images about idyllic seas of grass across which cowbells and bellows echoed in the distance.
In which he was naked and down on all fours and didn’t have to worry about dressing up or standing on two legs. That made him heat up in all the right ways, but there were also things... that scared him...
Things that terrified him down to a base level and soaked his pillow with sweat, but he never seemed to be able to fully remember what they were after he woke up, despite their fading memories constantly nagging at his neurons.
Sometimes odd dreams aren’t anything especially odd, unless they happen night after night and those uncertain memories that eventually fade just become perpetual background noise.
On one of those nights, chewing the grass in that fantasy meadow something began to suck his erection...
Shane blushed with his eyes closed, chewing down on the tasty green growth in his mouth, even joining in to the echoes of the bellows.
And then it looked backwards and the horror struck, he saw a creature, sucking... not his cock... but a teat...
He woke up with a shock, having cum in his pyjamas, Haru happily sleeping by his side. He never said a single word about the dream, but after his wife parked behind the big truck in front of Yolanda’s consultancy he shyly mumbled: “Honey, I’m not so sure about this...”
Haru looked at him, taking out the keys.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know it’s...” he looked down. “A feeling in my groin...”
The wife chuckled and tapped her husband’s shoulder.
“Come on, big boy, Yolanda said she only needed two sessions, and you have been doing great since the first, haven’t you?” she leaned and whispered in Shane’s ear. “You have been a total bull in bed lately...!”
That would have felt true if it hadn’t been for all the buts pinching at his brain.
“I guess, yeah, just...” he had indeed been as horny as hell, but the more sweet sex he had with his wife, the more it felt like it was the last time he would experience it in that way. “I don’t feel like a bull, more like a...”
He didn’t finish the phrase, Haru rolled her eyes, getting out of the car.
“Let’s go pansy ass!” was her final answer to her husband’s worries.
Shane sighed and followed. They passed near to that truck, it was a livestock one from some farm or other, and entered into Yolanda’s consultancy.
Yolanda was already waiting for them.
“Right on time, I couldn’t wait any more! Haru, you ray of sunshine, just wait here, it shouldn’t take long, I need to have a word with you after we are done with today's session!” she said enthusiastically whilst dragging Shane into her office.
Haru nodded.
“Sure!” she said taking one of the seats in the waiting room, next to the pile of magazines.
Shane gave his wife a last glance, Haru winked, smiled, waved a goodbye, the door closed.
Yolanda’s office was spacious, purple and green, soundproof.
“Take a seat, please, dear,” Yolanda offered him the chair in front of her desk by pointing to it over his shoulder.
The pressure of the hypnotist’s breasts was right on the man’s back, Shane gulped and took a seat.
Yolanda sat on her desk, right in front of him, her long nylon wrapped legs were crossed. After a tense instant of silence the woman quickly snapped her fingers three times.
And Shane just bellowed.
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” Afterwards he noticed the woman’s laughter and frowned.
“Fantastic, fantastic,” gasped Yolanda, softly clapping her hands. “You are already totally lost in it.”
“Excuse me...?”
“Have you been cumming hard, girl?” asked Yolanda.
Shane was already blushing, but he grew even more red.
“Y-yes...”
“And that’s what you wanted didn’t you?”
“No!” Shane’s mind was a mess, Yolanda’s presence was enough to mesmerize him. “I... I have been having weird dreams since the first time I came here.”
“That’s because the first session worked perfectly and this one is going to be even better. Bellow.”
“MUUUUUUUU! I don’t remember the first session.”
“That’s a lie, Shany, why do you lie to Madame Garcha?”
“I’m not.”
“You are - to me and to yourself. You loved our first time together, but you hated yourself for feeling good so much that you are repressing it all, but today it will get out.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Irrelevant, Shany.”
“Why are you calling me that, I’m a guy...”
“Let’s not undo all the good work from the last session, we’ve progressed too much to go back now. You are not a man, Shany.”
“Yes I am!”
“Are you gonna make me snap my fingers again?”
“Snap your... Why would that even...”
Yolanda snapped again, twice.
“What are you?”
“I am a dairy cow.”
Shane stopped, vaguely realizing what he had just stated.
“See? You can’t deny it anymore, your brain is just sticking with the fat cow inside. Again: What are you?”
“I said I am...” Shane closed and opened his eyes, his eyebrows moved up and down. “I am a ma... I am a cow, just a cow, a female bovine, an ordinary dairy cow.”
“Is your cock hard, dear?”
“Absolutely nnnh... Absolutely... Absolutely stiff.”
“Fantastic!” Yolanda clapped. “Show it to me!”
Shane looked down and saw his hands opening the zip of his pants without him moving them. His erection sprang out.
He sobbed.
“Not even wearing underwear!” gloated the hypnotist. “You came all ready for this, little heifer!”
The man couldn’t stop looking at his throbbing erection.
“No... I... I didn’t...!”
“Up.”
Shane got up.
“Undress.”
Shane began to undress.
Yolanda’s words were the law.
“How are you doing this?!” the man begged whilst pulling his pants down.
“Doing? I’m not doing it, you are. I just give suggestions, if your body and heart agree with them then it’s your mind’s fault if you can’t stop.”
“Why?!” shirt on the floor.
“I guess because we all know that cows surely don’t wear clothes.”
Shoes and socks off. Shane stood in the centre of the room, fully naked and fully erect.
“Are you ready?” asked Yolanda as if he had any choice or say in the matter.
“No!”
“Grab your erection.”
As every time previously, his hand obeyed the command.
“Please...! Please don’t do this to me...!”
“I just suggest, my dear Shany, I suggested you may be a cow and you came in your pants.” Yolanda rose up from the desk. “You know why?”
“Don’t say it...”
“Tell me why.”
“Because I’m a cow!” the finger snaps. “MUUUUUUUUUUUU!”
“Yes, yes you are and that thing in your hand is not penis, Am I wrong?” Shane just sobbed as he kept holding his own cock out in front of the woman. “Cows don’t have cocks, they take cocks, but do not own them. That’s a floppy teat from your fat udder.”
Shane’s pupils shook in fear.
“Please...” he mumbled.
“Milk yourself!”
The hand began to mechanically pump the hardon, Shane’s toes curled up on the floor. At the rhythmic pace his body was wrapped in hot pleasure.
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
No finger was snapped to make him to bellow, only the cruel chuckle of the hypnotist.
“That’s it, enjoy every inch, every second, because soon you will not have hands... or balls!”
Helpless in his lust Shane kept masturbating... milking, pulling at his own sex as if it was true what his flesh already knew: That it wasn’t a cock at all.
“I’m begging you...!” he could only think of Haru. “Let me be a man! I know I’m a cow! But let me be a man...!”
“You can’t, chubby heifer, you already have an udder!” Shane’s scrotum began to become pink and veiny. “An udder that will be the joy of your many calves!” his ballsack bloated and swollen against his thighs. “When you reach orgasm it will not be cum, but milk, that comes out!”
“No! NO!” the weight of his sex, the growing pressure in need of release. “NOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”
It splashed on the floor, white, thick, warm.
It was indeed milk.
HIs penis grew flaccid and hung down, Shane was forced to open his legs by the swelling in his crotch. A large pink sack from which three protuberances began to sprout and hang, the cock quickly joining them in place and shape.
The large pink udder of the dairy cow the man was meant to be.
“Don’t do it! Don’t duuuuuuuuuuuuu this to muuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”
Bellowing became equally uncontrollable and noticeable. Shane, with his penis turned into a teat, was fully panicking... but all he could do was just stand, because that’s what the amused and unflinching hypnotist had asked of him.
“Let me guuuuuuuuuuuuuh!”
Yolanda had her arms crossed under her suggestive bust.
“Show me your fat cunt, cow.”
Shane showed her his back, then leaned forward to expose his rear, the udder swinging between his legs. With both hands he grabbed his buttocks and spread them open.
The flesh gave in to the demands of the changes.
A gut kicking sensation, a perturbing, disgusting sound of stretching skin and widening muscle. His asshole was swollen round and dark and near that plump anus a new opening began to form.
He did the only thing he could in such a degrading situation:
“MRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”
The vagina was fat, large, meaty, lined up between the udder and the newly revealed asshole.
“I have a cunt! I HAVE A CUUUUUUUNT!”
Yolanda didn’t give the cow-to-be any chance of denial.
“Congrats, Shany, you don’t have to carry the burden of manhood anymore!” she proclaimed as she touched that meaty opening with the tip of a pen.”
”MUUUUuuu!”
“Stand.”
Shane could feel her new vagina pulsing with need, but her body was set on obeying every command given by the woman’s voice. She stood despite the weight of her udder making it hard.
“Do you remember now, heifer?” the hypnotist asked. “Our first session? Do you recall how easily you gave in as soon as just the suggestion of the idea was given to you? How you started bellowing? How you walked down on all fours begging to be milked?”
The cow gulped, but didn’t deny it.
“Pleash... Nggggh... Pleashhh...” he sobbed.
Yolanda grabbed her wet face , eye to eye they saw each other. Shane knew she was going to give the last order but could do nothing to stop her.
She wasn’t sure anymore if she even wanted the hypnotist to stop...
“Shany, you wonderful heifer!” Yolanda moved closer and simply whispered into her ear. “Let it loose.”
Just like a real cow Shane bellowed as hard as she could.
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The hypnotist stopped holding the cow’s head and took a short step back, arms crossed behind her back, her eyes shining joyfully.
As if it hadn’t already been mutated enough in all directions, the body of the once man began to change as if her form as a man had just been held together by a very poorly tied noose that had finally snapped.
Stretching, expansion, elongation, swelling.
Milk leaking out of her udder, the heat reaching peak temperatures.
An overwhelming sensation conquered her from head to toe, the only way she could describe it was as if she had become clay, warm soft clay that somehow managed to stand up in the shape of something vaguely human.
She protested, bellowed, cried, but the changes didn’t pause.
“Give in, heifer, you know it’s for the best!” was the hypnotist’s wicked advice.
“NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”
She was pulled in all directions, limbs grew longer, above that heavy exposed bovine rear a tail was slowly being built from the end of her spine.
Clenching her teeth she leant her neck forward as everything widened, ears began to flop down, a pair of tiny horns sprouted from her skull to adorn her forehead. Her facial features inflated, lips grew numb as her over stretched tongue slid out with another of those horny wet bovine sounds. Her nose also grew blunter as her whole head pushed into that muzzle.
A very devilish itch started right in the center of her sweat covered back, fur starting to grow and spread. Even if she wanted to it would have been almost impossible to reach and scratch with her rapidly deforming arms.
It was white and black fur, nothing especially unique or special, that of a typical Holstein cow that comes to mind when you think about dairy products.
Her udder kept expanding as her hips cracked, also expanding her belly above it to an absurd degree. On the stretched skin of that bloated belly the navel popped out.
Snorts and grunts.
“I dun’t wannaaaaaa... Duuun’t wanna chuuuung!”
Yolanda’s insatiable chuckling.
“But?”
“BUT IT FEELSH SOOOO DAAM GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!”
Shane raised her head, she was so tall, wide and big that she could almost reach the ceiling with the tips of her horns.
Tail swinging, reaching it’s full length, a tuft of dark hair at the end of that newly formed appendage. Without any hesitation fur took over most of the skin of her back and kept advancing, tingling around her cunt.
Muscles were very visible under moist skin, mutating beyond humanity without any chance of repair.
It was hard to stand, especially after the changes reached her hands and feet.
Middle fingers and middle toes cracked and swelled, wrists followed in line, nails grew stone hard and dark as pitch. A wedding ring dropped to the floor.
She tried to take a step and it sounded like a clop, more bovine than human. The udder, so full of milk, jiggling uncontrolled between her back legs.
The uncontrollably increasing fat...
“PLEASSSSSSSH! I LUUUUUUUVE MA WIFE!”
The hypnotist moved closer to the transforming creature.
“Oooooh... You poor, poor thing...” one hand rubbed her hairy chin, the other the large udder. “Torn between what you aren’t and what you are... So sad, but why worry? Just follow my voice and you will have what you’ve dreamed of...” the petting made Shane’s eyelids flicker, causing more milk to leak. “Just follow my voice... Let that man melt into milk... Let the bull and the calf be what matters in your life and I give you my word, heifer, you will have both...”
On her face the fur was met by saliva and tears...
A loud snort, Yolanda stepped to the side.
Her impossibly increasing mass couldn’t be held on two legs anymore, Shane was pulled forward onto her hands.
“MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”
She landed on the hooves of her front legs and she had grown so big, so immense and bovine, that the slam of the weight onto the floor caused a crash that could be heard outside the witches office.
“Shane...?” she mumbled, suddenly growing very concerned about her husband.
Haru put the magazine she was reading back in the pile and reached for the door. She pressed her ear against the door... and heard that sound again...
“MOOOOOOOO!”
That clear bovine bellow of fear and lust. She knocked on the door, but received no answer. With her lips shivering she grabbed the knob.
“Excuse me... Sorry to interrupt...” said the woman while softly opening the door. “I just heard a weird...” her voice stopped as soon as the door was fully opened.
The wife saw a large cow’s rear in front of her, tail raised, cunt and udder leaking. In front of the cow Yolanda waved at her.
“Yo, Haru, we’re just about to finish, I was going to call you, come in, come in, you are welcome to join.”
“What’s going on here? Why is there a cow in the office...? Where’s Shane?”
“Those questions have the same answer.”
“What do you mean...?”
Haru took a step into the room and froze in place, the heat and musky sexual scent in the room, the chill down her spine when the fat cow bent her neck round to look back at her... and she saw the last remnants of Shane’s face on top of the muzzle.
“Shane...” the woman mumbled.
“AM SUUURRREEEE! AM NO MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!”
Shane’s face cracked, shifted, changed.
“SHANE!”
The wife’s scream didn’t save the husband, with a final snapping wave the transformation reached it’s end and the man was completely engulfed by the cow.
She became fully bovine, leaking more milk and bellowed loudly towards the sky.
Haru still had her hand on the knob when a hand tapped her on the back.
“Excuse me...” a man in overalls followed by another two entered into the office after gently pushing Haru aside. “Is this the cow, ma’am?”
Yolanda nodded.
“Yes, it is. What else could it be?”
The man gave a signal and he and his two assistants began to tie up the cow, that just seemed engulfed by sorrow and self-pity as she was treated like a beast by the workers.
“What a mess!” complained one of the men after stepping into one of the puddles of milk covering the floor.
“But... But...” Haru began to babble, witnessing the scene. “That’s... My husband...”
The hypnotists picked something up from one of the puddles, near to Shane’s pile of clothes. She moved close to Haru, put that thing in Haru’s hand, it was the still warm and milk covered wedding ring.
“Yes, yes she is!” confirmed Yolanda. “Doesn’t she make a fantastic heifer? Such a big healthy girl that Shany, so full of tasty milk even before being bred!”
“Bred...? That’s not...”
“Oh, yes indeed, bred, she’s ready and eager for it!”
A sad bellow of agreement.
“They can’t breed her...!” protested Haru, closing her fist around the ring. “Him...! She’s... is my husband... I love her!”
Yolanda began to massage the wife’s shoulders with her skillful hands.
“Don’t you worry about it for a single second, Haru dear, I have already arranged for your first visit next Monday!”
“Visit? What visit? I don’t want to...”
Two of the men began to push from behind when Shane’s bovine rear got stuck in the doorway.
“For our session, of course, you silly bullock...” that word, that specific word referring to a male bovine, made Haru’s vagina tremble and moisten... she looked back at the hypnotist, with the intention of being very mad at her for having reduced her husband to a dairy cow... but when she met Madame Garcha’s glowing eyes all of her anger seemed to fade away. “If you are married to a cow that probably means you are a beefy male, doesn’t it? So we should try to pull that big horny bull inside of you out for poor Shany before any other usurper fills her with seed... Don’t you agree?”
Sorrowful moos in the door frame.
“Push harder guys!” the man outside the office yelled, pulling the rope around the cow’s neck.
Haru gulped.
“K-kinda...?”
Comments
Senor
Madame Garcha is certainly a character that seems worth exploring more in the future. XP
thalassaxeno
Now I really want a sequel to this
