Milk Girl - Female to cow + Male to bull TF

Sometimes, a craigslist ad is just too weird, and you should stay the fuck away - lest you end up some half-cow-half-human hybrid.

I can always write an alternate version where they turn fully feral in case some people here not into cattle with human features.

Casey loved country life. She loved animals, especially farm animals – when she saw a job offer on Craigslist, she jumped at the opportunity to work on a farm.

The ad was titled “milk girl” – provide milk for the farm. Casey figured the farmer meant taking care of the cows, milking them, and thus providing milk.

He probably just had a funny way of wording it. Older people tend to be like that sometimes.

When she arrived at the farm for her interview, she’d made sure to dress appropriately – boots, overalls, and her curly brown hair was done up in a ponytail. Little did she know, however, that her job position would require her to be completely naked.

“Hello little lady,” the farmer said – he’d been waiting for her to arrive. Casey found herself caught off guard at the sight of the farmer – from the odd Craigslist listing, she’d figured he was an old man, but instead, she was met with a muscular, young man.

Six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes – a strand of straw between his teeth. Truly a stereotype, but a handsome one at that.

His shirt was tight beneath his overalls, and would’ve revealed more of his pecs if the denim didn’t cover them.

“H-hello,” Casey mumbled. Now, she felt almost disappointed she wasn’t wearing something more revealing – but she was here for a job, not for a booty call with a hot farmer.

“I take it you’re here for the job?” the farmer said, extending his hand for her to shake.

“Name’s Darryll.”

“Yes,” Casey replied. “Nice to meet you, Darryll. I’m Casey.”

“Casey,” Darryll chuckled warmly. “A fine name for a fine cow.”

Casey chuckled nervously. Perhaps he was a little weird after all. But she let it slide – a himbo is a himbo, after all.

“Can you take me to the cows?” she cooed, looking around to try and spot them. “Are they not outside?”

“Not right now,” Darryll responded. “They’re bein’ milked.

“You’ll find that we’re not exactly a traditional farm.”

Casey tilted her head. Not a traditional farm? What did he mean with that? He better treat his animals right.

“You look thirsty,” Darryll said. “We’ll go see the cows in a bit; come and test their product first.”

Translation: Come inside and have a glass of milk. Casey was thirsty, indeed – she wasn’t going to deny an invitation like that.

She smiled, following him inside the farmhouse.

“You got any kids?” Darryll asked, pulling a pitcher of milk from the fridge. Casey leaned on the counter as she watched him pour a glass for her.

“Not yet,” she said. “But I’d like to.”

“Good,” Darryll smiled. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

He paused, a puzzled expression on his face as he held the glass in mid-air.

“...Actually... got any family?”

Casey raised an eyebrow. Odd question to ask during a job interview – she decided to chalk it up to countryside hospitality and brushed aside her concerns as she replied, “Only a boyfriend. We just moved here... we’re not om great terms with either of our families.”

Darryll almost seemed excited. “Can’t wait to meet him,” he said, handing Casey the glass. “Surely we can get him a job at the farm.”

Without giving it a second thought, Casey took a sip from the milk, before downing the whole glass. Her boyfriend? A job? He hated farm animals.

Besides, it wasn’t even decided whether or not she’d be getting a job at the farm, let alone him.

Casey smacked her lips as she gave the glass, now empty but still misty from the milk remnants, a double take. Did that milk taste funny?

Was it because it was raw?

Darryll grabbed her hand, nearly giving Casey a heart attack. He took the glass from her, putting it next to her on the counter.

“Come on, milk girl,” he said. “Let’s get you outta here and to the other girls. You’re gonna be burstin’ soon.”

“What?” Casey asked; Darryll proceeded to lift her up bridal style. She squirmed, trying to get back onto the floor, but his grip on her was too tight.

Her stomach started to rumble.

“By the way, does yer phone have a password?”

“Fingerprint... why? Why are you carrying me?”

“Because that’s the quickest way to get you in’ yer pen.”

PEN?

“Hold on!” Casey shouted, actively beginning to push against Darryll as they approached the barn. “What the fuck was in that milk?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, darlin’.”

They entered the barn, and Casey couldn’t believe her eyes. Attached to milk machines were... three cows.

Were they cows? Or obese girls with udders? The creatures seemed a strange combination of the two.

Darryll lifted Casey up high, dropping her hard on the floor of one of the pens. Through the bars, he reached into the front pocket of her overalls, pulling out her phone.

“Unlock it. I’ll get ya help.”

Casey stared at him, refusing to do as he asked.

“Unlock it,” Darryll demanded. “Or else.”

Casey, against better judgment, pressed her finger against the screen, unlocking her phone for Darryll to do as he pleased with.

“Thank you,” he said. “As I said, this isn’t a traditional farm... I like girls. But I need cows to get milk.

“So I decided I wanted the best of both worlds... you feelin’ it yet?”

Casey looked down – her stomach was still rumbling, and her chest felt funny.

She removed her overalls, discovering two wet spots in her shirt – her nipples were growing and leaking fluid.

Not just that - four more bulges, looking like huge cysts, appeared beneath her shirt on her stomach. Pulling up her shirt, she found four more nipples were beginning to emerge from her skin.

“What- what the fuck?” Casey screamed.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Darryll cooed. “Y’know, I’m glad you actually have a boyfriend. All the others are single, and milk production’s startin’ to slow without any calves bein’ born. My special formula only works after the initial transformation, after that y’all need get pregnant an’ give birth for the white stuff to come out of yer tits.

“I’d take the drink myself, but, ya know, it’s permanent an’ all. Maybe soon I can make one that’s temporary so I can have a lil’ fun with you girls without having to fear… damaging you.”

His vocabulary had certainly decreased since revealing his true nature.

Casey barely registered what his plans for her boyfriend were – she was far more concerned with herself.

Like the other girls next to her, she was rapidly gaining weight – her stomach was swelling and beginning to turn pink as the udders grew, and her thighs were swelling to a decent size as well.

Her human boobs remained, growing well beyond what would be considered normal for a human female’s bust size. The nipples, now large and pink, were still leaking milk – Darryll had walked off for a moment, returning with a milking machine fit for six nipples.

She struggled, but the new weight kept Casey from moving. As they continued to grow into them, Darryll placed the suction cups of the milking machine over Casey’s new nipples. The udder proceeded to swell, filling with more milk by the second.

By the time they’d stopped, Casey had become unable to stand on two feet, even if she’d wanted to. Her arms and legs had grown to accommodate her new size – her feet beginning to turn hard as her nails grew over them, turning into rock solid hooves.

Her ears grew out, fuzzy and white, ready to be tagged. Soon, Darryll would do this in order to confirm his ownership of his latest cattle. Her body covered itself with white fur, splattered with black spots here and there, and from her large, round butt, protruded a tail.

The horns were the last to grow in, completing Casey’s transformation. The machine was beginning to do its job, and Casey was doing hers.

Soon, like the other girls, she would stop giving milk – but Darryll had found a solution.

His last glass of milk was reserved for Casey’s boyfriend, Alex. He was tall, tan and had curly black hair – and had come to the farm to help Casey fix a flat tire.

What he found, however, was a kind, yet suspiciously hot farmer who invited him inside for a drink. A glass of milk was served.

Darryll then led Alex out back, where he claimed Casey was waiting – unfortunately, Alex found no one there but himself and Darryll.

His stomach began to grumble, and his penis felt weird. What followed was a sensation of arousal – the hardest and biggest boner he’d ever felt.

“Hey man – I’m – I’m sorry,” he said, trying to cover his boner with his hands. “I… Can I use your bathroom?”

“Dick problems?” Darryll said. “Just take your pants off before you wreck ‘em.”

Alex didn’t understand what he meant, but by then, it was far too late. The sound of tearing cotton was heard, followed by denim, as the seams on Alex’s zipper began to pop.

Alex hurried to pull down his pants, revealing a massive bull cock, and equally large balls to match. His eyes met Darryll’s, who grinned maliciously.

“It’s a good look on ye,” he said. “Let’s see what happens to the rest. Never done this to a bull before.

“But since the girls get to keep some of their human features… I wouldn’t doubt if you didn’t as well.”

Thick, black fur began to cover Alex’s body as his muscles grew. Pecs, biceps – within minutes, he looked like a body builder with a hunchback, forcing him onto all fours. His arms and legs grew to accommodate his new stance, his hooves briefly getting stuck in his shoes before being freed by Darryll.

His hands remained, as did his human face – but his ears, like Casey’s, grew out like cattle’s, and eventually, his skull sported two big bull horns.

“We gotta get ya a nose ring, huh?” Darryll joked, patting his new bull on the back. “Come on, boy. Casey’s waiting for ya to put a calf in her…”

Alex and Casey had wanted to get married and have kids – at least now they’d be able to skip the wedding ceremony.