Darryll the Farmer’s Demise – MTF Cow transformation

Darryll the farmer has finally met his match... and will soon be standing on all fours himself.

It had been six months since Lizzy and Maddison arrived at Darryll’s farm, and by now, Lizzy’s belly was round and firm. The cattle vet Darryll paid handsomely to keep the truth behind the “girls” on Darryll’s farm a secret kept in touch often to see how she was doing, and had confirmed that Lizzy was carrying twins.

There was one catch, however – Lizzy’s pregnancy meant the transformation was permanent.

Neither of the two knew this aspect of Darryll’s formula – only finding out after Darryll stopped giving Lizzy the formula. The two had come to a mutual agreement – Lizzy didn’t mind living on the farm, and Darryll made for an incredible partner.

They would raise the kids together, and Lizzy would become complicit in the expansion of the farm. Rather other girls than her. The way the transformation made sex feel was incredible, but the weight of the udders and breasts was a detriment to her back.

By now, however, it was too late. Whether it was the pregnancy hormones or the life growing inside of her, she wasn’t going to see her hooves turn to feet again snytime soon.

The effect of the transformation was meant to last a week – but Lizzy’s appearance never changed. Her udders stayed, her breasts only grew in preparation of the coming birth – and she was stuck as a half-cow permanently.

For nine months, she would be unable to turn back into a human. And she was livid.

The first few days, Lizzy had considered using Darryll’s formula against him – to give him a taste of his own medicine, and in hopes that maybe the sex would get even better if they were equally horny. Considering how much Lizzy’s breasts had grown, perhaps Darryll’s penis would receive the same treatment.

Little did Lizzy know however, that the formula she was about to give to Darryll would have much different effects than the ones she was counting on.

With the formula having neither taste nor smell of its own, all Lizzy had to do was offer to cook. She started off with small doses, which seemed to have little effect – Darryll gained weight, but otherwise, nothing happened.

She had to go all the way if she wanted him to turn.

Lizzy opted for the easiest option – a glass of the stuff. She’d drink one too, to make sure she’d be in the mood after her man transformed into a half-human bull hybrid raging to mount her.

Lizzy set the two glasses down on the table during lunch – to Lizzy’s surprise, Darryll didn’t even give the glass a second glance before emptying it.

Before long, he got up, groaning.

“What’d you give me?” he mumbled; Lizzy grinned and shrugged. “You’ll see,” she said.

Darryll stumbled backward; the sound of tearing fabric was heard as his muscles bulged through his shirt. Hair was growing on his hands and face, where his nose was beginning to widen and turn wet – Lizzy raised an eyebrow at this, as all her face had done was get a thin layer of white fuzz.

“You-“ Darryll said between pants – he was fiddling with his belt as the heat in his crotch became too much to handle. With his hormones peaking, his cock was fully erect and seemingly growing.

It strained against his boxers as he lowered his jeans from his hips, threatening to bulge out from any hole it could find.

“Oh... my...” Lizzy could feel her vagina begin to throb just by watching Darryl grow.

By now, his entire torso was covered in fur, and his feet were changing shape. The sound of bones merging, breaking and regrowing was sickening, but neither party seemed to notice.

Darryll was well on his way to turn into Lizzy’s wet dream. Until...

The swelling inside Darryll’s boxers suddenly decreased – rapidly. In the front, at least – his behind was beginning to balloon, and the growth of his tail was beginning to become too much for the pair of already thoroughly worn underwear.

With his girth suddenly becoming too much for the boxers to handle, the elastic snapped, and the seams on the pant legs finally gave way. The boxers fell limply to the floor between Darryll’s now massive thighs, somewhat obscuring his hooves beneath the folds of fabric.

His penis, however… was nowhere to be seen.

It seemed that Darryll was finally up to speed as to what was happening, and he shot Lizzy an angry look.

“You stupid cow,” he hissed, feeling the insult would be quite fitting – and ironic, considering the predicament he found himself in. “You used the wrong formooooo-la.”

“I can see that,” Lizzy said, being unable to hold back her laughter. Darryll was getting increasingly hunched over as his body demanded to reposition itself onto all fours.

His penis had shrunk, retreating in between the labia that had formed from his ball sack after the balls had vacated the area. Beneath his clitoris, Darryll now sported a vagina, which was busy growing a womb inside of him. A little further upward, inside his vastly expanded belly, Darryll’s stomach was splitting – into two, then into four.

But it wasn’t just the insides of Darryll’s body that were changing. Two udders were growing beneath his belly. They started out as small, soft pink teats, but would soon fill with milk.

Of course, Darryll wouldn’t be an exception to this side effect his formula had on women… by now, he was fully a woman in all aspects, anyway.

It was the ‘cow’ aspect that was still taking shape.

Darryll’s T-shirt was beginning to stretch to its limits as his shoulders widened and his belly grew, and the new mass growing beneath didn’t make the situation better. Lizzy tugged on the fabric to make the seams pop faster, relieving Darryll from some of the stress the fabric was causing on his transformation.

His pecs fattened and grew as the mass beneath his skin increased and the milk glands filled – as soon as they had ballooned up enough, they began migrating down Darryll’s skin – it was truly a fascinating sight to behold. These breasts, as they swelled, seemed to travel down his chest onto his belly, until they were large, plump, pink and round, positioned just in front of the other two udders that were steadily growing and filling with milk.

Darryll’s spine was now forcing him fully down, and his arms, popping, cracking and groaning as they did, were growing into hooves. His elbows turned to knees; his fingers stiffened as his fingernails thickened and turned into black hooves, covering what were previously his hands.

“Moooove me outside!” Darryll demanded with the last of his humanity. “I won’t fit through the door for much longer.”

Lizzy didn’t hesitate; she began guiding Darryll out the kitchen door, which took some effort – Darryll wasn’t used to walking on all fours yet.

His udders swayed between his new legs as Darryll followed Lizzy outside; on the way out, his ears had started reforming, fuzzy and long. Lizzy would make sure to tag them properly once this new cow had joined the rest of the herd.

Hair overtook Darryll’s face finally, as his snout lengthened, widened, and finally, fully reformed. His teeth had reshaped, and his tongue had grown to the proper length to eat grass.

By the time Lizzy and Darryll reached the barn, the latter was nothing but a cow happy to join her herd of sisters.

Lizzy found herself somewhat disappointed with the outcome – Darryll had made a comment about ‘the wrong formula’ – perhaps she should’ve read the labels and not gone for the first bottle she could swipe whilst Darryll wasn’t looking.

But… nothing could be done about it now. If she allowed Darryll to change back, he might turn Lizzy into a cow herself, and she couldn’t let that happen.

In three months’ time, she’d transform back to normal – after that, she’d go searching for a man that could satisfy her newfound lust.

And… who knows… perhaps this farm thing would prove to be lucrative after all. Watching Darryll’s transformation had been a fascinating experience, and one Lizzy wouldn’t mind repeating. And not just that… Soon enough, Lizzy would have a family to maintain. Perhaps she could figure out which cow was Madison and turn her back, and they could run the farm together.

So at the end of this tale, history repeats… Darryll had met his match, but in doing so, he’d created a new farmer to take his place.

More cows and bulls would be guaranteed to join Lizzy the farmer’s herd.