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Sara stared at her reflection without blinking. She put her hands on her
chest and rubbed the skin back and forth. There was no familiar
sensation at all. It was like rubbing her belly or sides. She pulled
down her the collar of her night shirt and stretched it open to reveal
all to the mirror; but there was no "all" to reveal.
Her breasts were gone.
Not just smaller, not just flat, she literally had no breasts. Not even
a flat nipple or areola graced her chest region. It should have
horrified her, and on some small subconscious level maybe it did, but
Sara was actually more curious than anything else.
She removed her night shirt to get an uninhibited look and then found
another surprise. Her belly was bigger than before, but not exactly. On
her belly was an extra soft mound of flesh topped with four small
nipples. There was no mistake in what this was, she had udders.
Sara's jaw dropped open. She let her pajama pants and panties slide to
the floor to see her entire body. Outside of the missing breasts and
added udder sac she didn't see anything different. Still short, blonde
and curvy. She looked at the udder sac; with some added curviness, she
decided.
She grabbed ahold of the udder sac and flinched as a wave of arousal hit
her. She then stroked the four nipples in turn and doubled over gasping
as her body heated up. Her breasts had always been a rather sensitive
location for her own pleasure, now the initiation of that feeling has
been relocated to a lower quadrant of her core.
She fingered one nipple slowly and had to bite her lip to keep from
squealing out. She opened her eyes which had closed with the pleasure
and observed that the one nipple she had caressed was pointedly longer
than the other three.
She laughed out loud. "Udder Three," she said to herself, then giggled
for a full minute at the pun before regaining her composure.
She put her panties back on and went back to the bedroom. Don was still
asleep. The blanket covered half of his body in a way that she could
easily see he was sporting a good morning half-mast. She felt a sense of
pleasure building up and realized that her left hand was ever so gently
tracing the outside of her udder sac. Not giving her full-on pleasure
but making her hornometer start to build up.
She pulled her hand away and stopped. She shouldn't go down this avenue.
She was suddenly worried about how Don would react to what happened to
her. Maybe if she found something different on him?
Sara slowly pulled the blanket off Don. The dragging blanket across his
member caused it to stand at attention and he moaned with a smile on his
lips. Sara bundled the blanket around her body and then took a breath
before addressing her boyfriend.
"Don."
"Don Don."
"Don Don Don Don Don Don Don...." She poked at his foot with each
utterance of his name.
She heard him snort and smile. Then he looked at the foot of the bed to
see her. "Izzz early," he half spoke, half yawned.
"Don. You love me right?"
He stretched a little, as he arched his back his member pointed straight
up. When he relaxed again it was already showing signs of going into
remission. A slight listing revealed the blood flow was waning within.
"Yea Hun," he said letting his eyes rest again. He made a faux kissing
motion to her, "Mwah Mwah. You wanna get breakfast or something?"
Sara looked down nervously and hunched the blanket around her self-
consciously. "Even if I was weird?"
Don smirked with his eyes still closed. "Hun, the fact that you are so
weird is what attracted me to you in the first place." Then he realized
her tone wasn't as playful as he first thought. He opened his eyes now
fully awake and slid back so he could prop himself up to look at her.
His mast collapsed completely as his mind went into protective mode.
"Why? Are you ok?"
"I think so?" Sara replied.
Don slid to the end of the bed and had his arms around her. At a gentle
prodding he brought her onto his lap where he enveloped her in a warm
hug. "Baby Cakes, I love you so much. I swear. You can tell me
anything."
Sara took in Don's scent and felt a sense of comfort and familiarity in
his smell. "Something happened to me; something strange."
Sara stood up breaking his embrace and stepped away, still covering
herself with the blanket. "Promise you won't scream?"
Don nodded, looking her in the eyes with concern.
Sara slowly opened her blanket and turned her face away, closing her
eyes. When Don didn't say anything, she opened her eyes and looked at
him. He was looking her over intensely. His eyes scoured every inch of
her trying to find what was wrong. Finally he looked her in the eyes
with an apologetic glance.
"I only see a perfect woman."
Sara felt thrown off kilter; she pushed her udders at him and jiggled
them back and forth. "What about these?"
Sara did not fail to note that Don's member was suddenly standing at
attention again. He smiled as he took Sara's hands in his, then he
leaned down to nuzzle her udders gently. Sara went weak in the knees as
the sensations of pleasure radiated out into her body. When he actually
took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked she fell forward onto
him.
Don readjusted himself to catch and hold her. He had her completely in
his grasp. He looked down with a look of concern mixed with lust. "Baby
Cakes, you are the perfect woman. You are just the right size for you
and I take my pleasure in you. Don't you ever think your udders aren't
big enough or symmetrical enough; because they are just right. You are
just right. He then kissed her passionately before the two of them
dissolved into an intense lovemaking session.
Later Sara was flipping through television channels and pausing to look
at various familiar, and yet strangely different, shows; what had
happened to her, had also happened to women all over the world. Breasts
were gone; instead women sported udders on their bellies, vastly
different between individuals. Some were slim and barely there, some
were a little extended, some were massive mounds. Similar to the variety
that women's breasts had been.
Celebrity women sported dresses with udder cleavage to show off their
sexy mounds, anchorwomen behind desks matched their male counterparts
more, no longer having their sex appeal front and center taking away
from their journalism credentials. Bigger udders on women seemed to have
the same status as bigger breasts.
Curiously enough men still had their nipples. It was only women that had
gone from Breasts and Nipples on their chests to Udders on their
stomachs.
Sara flipped to the next channel and found slow motion footage of a
woman in a red bathing suit running down a beach. Pamela Anderson,
sporting an enormous udder sack was on her way to rescue a drowning
victim. Interesting enough Pamela's chest was completely bare. Her
swimsuit covered her bottom and udders only.
Sara's eyes opened wide as she now realized what must have happened to
the women of the world. She bolted from the couch to her closet; she
pulled open the hamper and tore through the soiled clothing until she
found her bathing suit from yesterday. It was a still damp and a little
sandy from her and Don's trip to the beach the previous night. She held
it up and was not shocked to find it would cover her bottom and udders
and not much else. She set the swimsuit aside and dug further into the
hamper to come up with a small stuffed animal.
It was a black and white plush cow. The label she had torn off had
called it a "Wishing Cow." She remembered being annoyed at going to the
beach and having to cover up her breasts instead of sunning them. She
had made an idle wish about not having to cover up her chest at the
beach anymore.
"Did you grant my wish?" she asked the cow.
The cow did not respond.
Sara bit her lip. "I wish you would take away these udders and give me
back my breasts."
Nothing happened.
Sara felt over her chest and udders, but nothing seemed to be different.
She sighed a bit dejectedly. Maybe it was a coincidence. She smirked as
she looked over the toy. It could have been worse. At least she didn't
have to worry about accidentally saying anymore silly wishes like, "I
wish humans had tails..."
She frowned, she hadn't meant to say that, it just popped out.
A sensation started itching its way at the top of her butt cheeks. It
didn't take long for the furry snake to grow out of her pants to full
length as she felt it grow between her hands.
"eep."
Suspecting something, Sara grabbed a cosmopolitan magazine from nearby.
Flipping though she confirmed that not only did the women all have
udders, but they all sported long cow tails as well. A photo of a guy in
one of the advertisements showed that at least this time it wasn't only
the women that had been affected. After all men and women were both
humans.
Sara fell back on her bed as she clutched the little plush cow toy. She
brought the brushy tipped part of her tail up to her face and stared in
disbelief. This could not, not, not be happening.
She saw an advertisement in her magazine with a man and a woman. Both
wearing tight jeans, however, the woman had an additional flowery cover
over her udder. It still hardly seemed fair.
I wish it was the guys and not the girls that had the udders.
In front of her eyes Sara saw the udders disappear from the female model
and grow onto the male model. The extra covering transferring over as
well.
At the same time she could feel her own shirt settle more smoothly on
her belly. She pulled the shirt up and was met with smooth skin. She
still didn't have nipples on her chest either. When she looked back at
the magazine advertisement with the jean models she felt a grin envelope
her face.
When Don came home that night he was met by Nordlam and Steve. The three
cowmen hugged their greeting before Don found them removing his clothing
so he could relax now that he was home. Don could smell Larry's cooking
already and his stomach growled.
"She wanted to see you first thing when you got in," Nordlam told Don in
a giddy voice.
"Oh, where is she?"
"Bedroom."
Don nodded and walked to the bedroom. Opening the door he discovered
that the lights were out. Candles were on the floor, dresser and
nightstands. Don entered the room, looking about for Sara. Behind him
the door closed. Before he could turn around he felt Sara's big strong
arms envelope him. Don melted into her, reaching up to encircle her
head. They turned enough to kiss gently.
Then Don was turned by Sara so he faced his lover head on. He felt the
arousal bringing his little guy to full attention.
This was not lost on Sara. She hugged Don close, but did not let him
enter her. She tossed her head so her long hair would fall down one side
of her face. Don was deep in the spell she had woven into the new
species.
"Don I am ready to become family. All of us," she added indicating the
door behind her, meaning she wanted the other guys to be in their family
as well.
"I want this too."
"Don you will be my number one. The herd will be subservient to you and
me entirely. Do you accept?"
Don blushed and looked down, then smiled back up at Sara with tears in
his eyes. "Yes, my Wife Master. I accept."
They kissed to seal their union before Sara picked up Don and set him on
the bed. "I have just one thing I want to do now." She said, picking up
a stuffed animal cow from the dresser nearby. She turned away from Don.
Don did not see or hear what Sara was doing, but when she turned back
Don's eyes lowered to Sara's crotch.
Nothing looked out of place to Don. Such is the way the magic worked.
However, many months later, Don and the other Herd Husbands belonging to
Sara would be giving birth to new children of their Herd. Sara was the
only one who remembered what humans used to be, but even she forgot how
things once were as weeks rolled into months rolled into years.
One evening in Sara and Don's bedroom, the small plush cow sitting on
the Nightstand stood up; then brushed off the dust from being not
handled for several months. She then pulled a small communicator from a
hidden pocket on her person and spoke into it.
"Moo."
A brilliant light shone into the room, zeroed in on the cow plush. In a
moment the cow plush disappeared in a shower of sparkly lights. The
source of light was a small hovering flying saucer just outside the
window. The flying saucer paused as it deactivated the recall light.
Then it spun faster and flew skyward, disappearing into the twilight.
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