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Into the role (Monthly tale - 1) X
🕑 Added 2018-05-10 22:42:29 +0000 UTC(Woman into cow)*
Big, reliable and colored a metallic grey, that’s how the familiar minivan appeared, sharing a lot with its driver, except it's metallic color.
She parked in the half empty car park, right by the entrance to the medieval fair and she was the first person to exit the car: Marigold Rice.
Marigold was a large suburban mother, chubby, curvy and quite tall for her size, her hair was long, curly and dark, a pair of square glasses rested on her round nose, her gargantuan womanly bust compressed by her red wine coloured medieval dress.
“Come on guys!” she said. “Has already started!”
With way less enthusiasm but equally silly costumes, the rest of the family exited the car, Joshua, her husband, wore a hat with a feather that covered his balding head, Alex, her younger son a leotard, and Alberta, her oldest daughter wore a pink princess dress and was using a cellphone.
Marigold put her hands on her ample hips and pierced Alberta with her frowning gaze.
Alberta rolled her eyes and hid her phone.
“Let’s go!”
The mother led the family, who followed like a pack of bored but obedient ducklings towards the arched entrance to the fair. It was Marigold’s hobby, not theirs, she was the one who forced them to wear those costumes and go to that place full of weirdos to waste a day and sometimes even a weekend every three months.
Joshua had never found the courage to tell his wife just how big a coincidence it was that they had met at one of those fairs, he wasn’t a nerd, but had just been looking around to pass the afternoon when he stumbled into the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with.
The kids for their part had loved the place when they were young, the tales, the costumes and the toy weapons, but as they had grown up it had lost its charm and turned into a chore and now, for a boy just passing fifteen and a girl entering into her twenties, it had become hellish.
“You look like a little bard!” said Marigold to her child, with motherly sparks in her eyes.
Alberta chuckled and Alex blushed, hoping that he’d die if someone from school saw him wearing the stupid leotard.
“Mom, shut up please…” he mumbled.
They walked between the tents and the cheers, smiling people offering handmade candy and trinkets that Alberta stared at as if they were radioactive.
It was indeed Marigold’s hobby, her fantasy, her deepest wish.
She stopped to take a look at some fake old books, flicking through the pages full of bad drawings and dumb tales full of wonder. The mother would have loved to have really been born back in those ancient times, always ignoring the bad parts, she would gladly have been a handmaid, a wealthy innkeeper or a farmer, maybe even a queen… a princess…
Living happy and joyfully in her own fairy tale, with knights, dragons… and magic…
“You want a candy apple, little bard?” whispered the sister maliciously into her sibling’s ear.
Alex boiled with anger.
“At least I don’t look like a cheap whore.”
The frustration jumped from brother to sister as Alberta pushed Alex.
“Fuck off!”
Alex pushed back.
“You fuck off!”
Marigold and Joshua's attention, and the attention of several attendees, was grabbed by the stumble and crash. Grabbing the her dresses skirt, revealing her sneakers, the mother ran towards the commotion, followed closely by the father.
“You little imps! What have you done!” the woman shouted angrily, pushing curious spectators away.
The table was on the ground, the crystal ball also lay on the ground, broken and scattered in several pieces here and there, Alex and Alberta were in front of it, watching as a man in purple robes and a very fake looking white beard picked up the table and put it back inside the shadowy tent. There was a sign hanging outside the tent: Mesmero the Magnificent.
Marigold grabbed both her kids by their ears.
“It was her fault! She pushed me!” yelled Alex.
“He called me cheap whore!” explained Alberta.
The mother twisted their ears.
“I don’t care!” she looked at the wizardly mage. “I’m very sorry…” she glanced at the sign. “Sir Mesmero.”
The mage wizard, who was clearly younger than his long fake beard suggested, raised his hands in peace.
“No worries, no worries, accidents happen.”
“We'll pay for the breakages…” said Joshua from behind his wife.
“Nah, no need, it was quite a cheap crystal ball!” Mesmero laughed. “Made drunk Irish wisps!”
Joshua laughed slightly.
Marigold realized that there was still quite a crowd of people gawping at the scene… and she smirked…
The mother released her children, as they rubbed their sore ears, and moved closer to Mesmero.
“Hey, pal…” she whispered to the surprised wizard. “There’s a lot of people watching… why don’t we role play a bit so you can get some free publicity?”
Mesmero raised his eyebrows.
“What…?”
Marigold moved closer.
“Trust me, I work in marketing, it’ll be great!”
Mesmero looked towards the husband, but Joshua knew very well that his wife was more interested in the shape of the clouds.
“But...!”
Marigold stepped back, putting a hand on her chest dramatically.
“Oh, no, please, Sir Mesmero the Great, don’t curse my kids, they are too young! Let me take their place!”
The crowd of people grew closer, Joshua and the kids sighed and Mesmero blinked, still confused.
“Curse…? What?”
Marigold opened an eye and raised an eyebrow, making Mesmero gulp as she walked towards him.
“Looks like she’s going to be entertained for a while… What about going to get some juice?” whispered Joshua to his kids.
They both nodded and answered at the same time.
“Sure…”
The three slowly backed away, before becoming lost in the crowd.
Marigold grabbed Mesmero’s beard and pulled it down.
“Are you slow or something?” she mumbled angrily, close to the man’s face. “Make it authentic! Authentic!”
“But… But… you’re wearing glasses and sneakers…”
“And?” she asked once, menacingly. “Your beard sucks!”
Mesmero was sweating slightly, unable to understand the weird woman.
“I’m… Just… I’m a mage, not a warlock, I… I don’t put curses on people… and it's the Magnificent, not the great...”
“Who cares? Just play along!”
Marigold released the beard, which slapped into the man’s chin, and moved back into position, with her hands on her hips and that look in her eyes.
The crowd was highly entertained by the spectacle, Mesmero didn’t like being the centre of attention at all … but in front of their stares he just gasped and grabbed his plastic toy staff.
“Then… Yes!” he cleared his throat. “Yes! You shall pay for the offense of your… hem… children! Because if you aren’t worthy as a mother then… you shall not be… a woman!”
Marigold smirked, she put her hands together, given her best impression of a virgin maiden.
“Please, oh, please! Don’t be too harsh with me… I’m just the mistress of my house! Don’t doom my form and make me horrendous to the eye!”
Mesmero took a step forward.
“You will not be horrendous, but you will certainly not be human!” he raised his wobbly staff.
“And the only eyes you will care for will be those of your livestock because you will be… hem…” Mesmero stopped, giving the woman a look, his vision focused on her large bust. “A cow! You will be a cow!”
There was a gasp of amusement from the public.
Marigold raised her eyebrows and then lowered them with a frown, she grabbed the warlock wizard’s beard, pulling it down even lower than the first time.
“Implying something?”
“No, no, I swear! Just… I’m the one putting the curse on… you shouldn’t complain… should you?”
He looked at her with the eyes of puppy dog who was scared of being eaten, Marigold’s frown became harsher for a moment, her eyes in flames… but her hand opened, giving the mage warlock’s chin a loud slap.
The woman did a wide dramatic spin, putting the back of her hand against her forehead.
“Not that terrible fate! Not a simpleton heifer only good for grazing, milk and meat!”
Mesmero, with his beard taut, raised his staff once again.
“Yes, indeed, that’s your fate! The sisterhood of the bovinehood!”
“What about my human life? What about my family?”
“You will not escape your fate! Your family is the bull and the calf! And your life the farm!”
“I beg you, spare me from such a destiny! I’m woman, not livestock! I don’t want to be a fat cow!”
“Who cares about what a cow wants?” Mesmero pointed at her with the staff. “Now stop your annoying words and just bellow! Change already and go and get forever lost in the meadow!”
And so, Marigold changed. At first, she confused the tingle that ran down her spine with the excitement from the play acting.
The woman put her hands together across her chest and with a flick her hair moved to the sides as her ears stretched.
"What a cruel fate... me a cow!" her nose made her glasses shake as it became darker and bulbous. "I will have to eat grass and sleep in the barn!" her irises expanded, leaving her eyes black and dull... and the public amused by the amazing effects.
Mesmero gave his staff an incredulous look as the woman walked away from him and he saw a lump growing underneath her skirt, slowly raising it as it grew in length.
"If I had just been a better mother... a better woman! I may have escaped such a fate..." her ears flapped, getting covered in short white fur as her lips turned dark and the public clapped. "But now my only hope is to raise better calves than kids!" she put the back of her hand against her sweaty forehead, pretending to seem frail as her bust expanded.
The crowd was cheering, clapping and pointing and Marigold, with her eyes closed, gave a faint smile of joy... black hairs sprouted at the end of her tail under her skirt... she prepared herself for the great ovation that was guaranteed to happen...
"Don't cry for me..." she took a step forward. "At least the farmer will keep my boobs warm I'm sure of that..." the words escaped her tongue. "Sure of that... that..." she leaned forward and stretched her neck. "Su.... MRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Marigold lowered her arms, pulling them back, as she bellowed to the crowd, with her lips wide open and her tongue out, a couple of girls in dresses giggled and then recoiled from the saliva and some old folks laughed when her tail lifted the back of her skirt so that her large panties were visible, across the stretched white fabric the words "Big Mom" could be seen, written in pink letters
She grabbed her neck, that was by now a few inches longer, and lowered her ears... and then she felt ... she touched the floppy appendages at the sides of her face, her big nose, her hairy chin... then she noticed the breeze on her rear and the swinging tail.
The woman grabbed her tail, feeling her new flesh with her fingers, tense new muscles pulsing with life... her life... she raised her head to the sky...
"MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
Her breasts, already so big and round, were inflating to absurd proportions against the red linen of her dress, her nipples compressed by the fabric, their flesh turning a pale pink...
When she saw the horror of her tits she spun and, like some kind of minotaur, ran towards the warlock mage wizard, who was shaking in fear.
"WHAT HAVE YOOOOOOOOOO DOOOOOOOOONE TOOO MUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
"I didn't do anything! I swear! I swear!"
She raised him by the neck of his shirt, his feet weren't touching the ground... Mesmero watched as the woman's forehead became wider, making her look more deranged and... beastly...
"STOOOOOOOOP IT!"
"How... I... I can... I don't know... You're the one doing it... aren't you...?"
As her jaw broke her face and her femininity the horror crossed her bovine eyes, her ear flicked, he didn't know and neither did she...
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Her fingers were shaking, becoming numb, she lost her grip on the shirt and fell back, dizzy... her nails were so big and black ... her anus and vagina were pressed against her panties, soaking them as they became large... she whipped the air with her white tail, looking at the amused crowd of cheerful faces...
"MROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Marigold couldn’t see her family... she wasn't sure if that made her more pissed ... or glad... as she grabbed the edge of her bra, that was strangling her boobs...
Bones cracking and snapping, belly inflating, her shoulders separated a bit and her neck grew slightly, she gave another bellow and pulled down her dress and her bra, her enormous veiny pink tits jiggled and bounced free on her chest, she had to bow her back because of their weight...
The nipples were absurdly big and thick... she grabbed her right breast with her darkening hand and squeezed...
"MRUUU!" thick indeed...
Her glasses fell when she shook her head from the pain as her nipples separated into two on each boob, she crossed her arms below her breasts, grabbing her sides, trying to hold them in place even as she felt as they started to slide down...
"I dooon't want to be a cooow..." mumbled Marigold, in a deep inhuman voice...
She clenched her teeth, growing tall and fat, snorting through her nostrils, starting to lose her hair, white fur covering her sweaty back... she shook her ears and tail when her breasts forced apart her arms.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE A COUUUUUW!"
Almost miraculously she managed to remain on her feet and tall, putting her half-hoofed hand on her thigh as her boobs unceremoniously snapped her bra and destroyed her already ruined dress in their path toward her crotch. A long, loud ripping sound was heard as the cloth was torn apart by the merging flesh of her forming udder.
The rags of cloth dropped from her skin, leaving a creature that was more naked cow than woman as her large udder swung between her legs.
"MUUUU! I DOOON WANNAAAAAAA! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Her back started to arch forward, making her moan and snort, trying to hold herself on two legs, avoiding her fate... it wasn't fair... she was supposed to be the queen... the princess... not the livestock that gets fucked in the background...
Tears dripping, fur covering, just a tiny patch of dark hair remaining on top of her cow head... her deforming feet slid inside her sneakers as her ankles pulled back, becoming longer... she bellowed like a true cow...
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
She lfited her spine, bellowing with her tongue out, swinging her front legs... but her human balance was lost and the quadrupedal awaited... like a falling tree, weight and gravity pushed her forward...
With a loud heavy slam, the white cow dropped down onto all four hooves... the back ones still inside the sneakers ... the panties still stretched across her rear, barely covering her black swollen sex...
The cow bellowed at the sky...
Mesmero was shaking inside his tent...
The public exploded in applause...a standing ovation...
...
Alex and Alberta were leaning against the minivan under the hot orange sun, looking with bored interest as a hysterical white cow was being pushed into the back of a large truck by four men.
The cow bellowed with her tongue lolling, pulling her neck back and slapping with her tail... and the kids yawned...
"Dammit, Marigold..." said Joshua, getting into the car after findng his wife's phone. "Where the heck are you...?"
Mesmero was round the other side of the truck, trying to calm the cow down ... while the kids lost all of their remaining interest...
"Maybe that beardy dude transformed her into a toad!" said Alex, crossing his arms over the car.
"Don't say that... It would be such a pain having to look for her as spawn!"
All three laughed, Joshua sighed as the door of the truck closed...
"Well, I'm sure she'll come home sooner or later..." he looked at his son and daughter. "What do you say, kids? Shall we stop for a burger on the way home?"
They both nodded and answered at the same time with a smile.
"SURE!"
