Dairy Idol (Cow TF TG)

It had been a long grueling day out in the desert, and as usual I was on my own. I was travelling with a group of fellow archeologists in order to check out an old tomb for some possible hidden treasure and artifacts. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck navigating this hot and musty old ruin by myself! My group had chickened out after watching The Mummy the night before, and decided against following me into the ruin. I made my way through the decrepit tomb, looking for some sort of special treasure to bring back. Sadly, searching ruins isn't as glamorous as they make it out to be in movies. There aren't any large caches of treasure, mystical artifacts, or Daedric weapons situated anywhere. It's a good thing that's the case, I'd hate to be transformed by some kind of weird magical artifact again!

I wandered through the ruins, and looked about for anything worthwhile. Finally, I found a strange room in the back of the ruins. Sitting in the middle of the room was a glistening golden statue, magnificent and probably worth a pretty penny! I stepped carefully as I made my way towards the object, taking extra care not to trigger any sort of trap. After ten minutes of careful stepping, I had finally reached my goal. My group had never made any finds, or found any special treasures until this point. I took up archaeology to get away from the transformations and insanity of real life, all I found was boredom and the lack of any adventure. Today was the day that all that tedium paid off, I was about to make my riches. I reached the treasure, and was startled by what I saw.

The golden statue was that of a dairy cow! Why would cattle be of any significance to Egyptian lore? Oh well, gold is still gold! I reached my hands down and picked up the trinket. I was half expecting a boulder to topple out of nowhere, but luckily the prize was easily obtained! As I held this statue, I felt a strange tingling sensation take hold of my ears. I removed my hat and touched my left ear. To my surprise, it was growing! My ears were slowly growing larger and larger, this isn't physically possible! I threw my hat to the ground and decided to make a run for it. Before I could, the door behind me sealed up. I was trapped in here! As fear filled my being, I found the changes intensify. My ears grew larger, until they became downright massive and flopped over. My nostrils flared, as they slowly began to grow larger. As my nostrils expanded, my jaw began to make sharp cracking sounds. My face ached, as it pushed outwardly from my head.

My mouth and big nostrils formed into a strange sort of muzzle, but the changes weren't done there! My hair began to itch, and from beneath my hairline emerged two strange aberrations. To my shock and horror, I had just grown small little horns! I pressed my index fingers into them and took notice of how sharp they felt. Before I could inspect them further, I felt a strong yanking sensation happening between my legs. I looked down to find that my manhood had vanished; the outline was no longer visible through my pants. I could hardly believe what just happened, I had lost my masculinity! I now had lady parts sitting between my legs that were something new! I had to escape this treacherous dungeon before I transformed into something with no fingers! I grabbed my discarded helmet and placed it back on my head. With the statue still clutched firmly in my left hand, I began to look for an exit to this lair.

As I did so, my stomach began to churn. The churning became more and more rapid, I felt as though I was about to vomit. I fell to my knees as my stomach continued to alter, causing me to start gagging in the process. It felt like my stomach was dividing into sections, as if my insides were being relegated to the side of my intestines. My stomach stopped churning, as I hobbled to my feet once more. My stomach felt strange and bloated, and I still had the feeling of incoming vomit. I still clutched the cow statue firmly in my hand, as I limped towards the back part of the room. I knew I had to get out of here, I just didn't know how! I was desperate at this point, so I decided to call out for help. Before I could call out for anyone to help me, my throat began to itch. I felt as though someone was rewiring my throat, it was itching and burning all over. I struggled to clear my throat, and I finally managed to speak one word: "Moo!" This couldn't be happening, I was making lowing sounds! That could only mean one thing, I was transforming into a cow!

I desperately mooed, trying in vain to get the attention of anyone or anything! This ruin was vacant; I was the only living thing inside it! As I continued to panic, I felt my body begin to bulk up. I could feel my torso grow larger and bulkier, as my safari outfit buckled under the weight of my ever-increasing girth. Rip after rip formed in this rather expensive outfit, and it was yet another ruined outfit to add to my collection of destroyed clothing. My arm and legs became larger, causing rips to form in my sleeves and pants. Each rip was louder than the last, and with each passing second the rips grew larger and larger. My skin began to crawl, as I felt its chemical makeup alter as well. My skin became rough; it felt like it made out pure rawhide leather! My leather skin rubbed up against the inside of my clothing, causing it to rip ever further. I looked down at the rips in my clothing, and found that little brown tufts of fur were forming on my exposed skin! These tufts grew out everywhere, overtaking my body in one swift motion. This brown fur covered my legs, arms, face, and extremities.

My fingers began to twitch uncontrollably, as they slowly drew together and merged. The convulsion of my hands caused me to lose grip on the statue, as it plummeted to the ground and smashed into bits. "Moo!" I mooed angrily, as I looked down at the broken statue. If I wanted to return to normal, I'd have to fix it! I soon found that to be an impossibly, as my fingers became solid objects. They turned into a pair of thick black hooves that burst out from underneath my gloves. My gloves were shredded in an instant, falling to the ground as useless bits of ripped material. I looked down at my hooves and stared straight at them. The objects appeared to be black, but as I gazed at them I found my eyes beginning to water. I blinked them constantly, only to be greeted by the sight of the colors in the room dimming. Color quality faded from my vision making me effectively color-blind! As I lamented my decreased visibility, I found my feet beginning to take on a similar look to match my hands. My feet turned charcoal black, and shifted into a second pair of hooves. Suddenly, I began to feel something grow between my legs.

I was hoping it was my Johnson returning, but I was soon greeted by the sight of a strange bulging appendage. Something soft and sensitive was pushing out, splitting the button on my jeans as it did so. My pants ripped wide open, revealing an ever-expanding udder! The udder was filled with a large amount of milk and it sloshed every time I took a single step forward. Speaking of taking steps, I soon found it uncomfortable to stand on two legs. My spine let out a cracking sound, as I was slowly forced onto four legs. I mooed as my fat body was lowered onto the ground; I was visibly panicking at what was left of my humanity slipped away. My udder continued to bulk up, splitting my underwear in half in the process. Surprisingly enough, my udder continued to expand. It grew so large and full of milk that it was rubbing against the ground!

I looked down at the broken golden statue, and found that it had transformed as well! It no longer possessed the shape of a cow, but instead resembled that of a human! This statue was my only hope to return to normal, and I had to figure out a way to fix it! I nudged it desperately with my hooves, but got nowhere. I was trapped in this tomb with no way out, I was a goner! Just as I was about to give in to despair, I heard a loud booming voice call out to me. "Phillip Adler, you have desecrated the tomb of the fallen cows! This monument was erected in memory of the cattle was lost during the plagues of Egypt! That statue was a special security device, to keep out vile tomb-raiders like you! You could've returned to normal if you placed the statue on the pedestal, but your greed got the better of you and you held onto it! You will still be returned to normal, but you shall be punished for your insolence!" The bits of golden statue began to melt, and the pieces slowly merged together. They formed into a shiny golden cowbell that began floating eerily in mid-air. The bell floated up towards my neck, and collared itself to me.

The voice began laughing manically, as a bright light entered the room. This light blinded me, causing me to moo in surprise. The light dissipated within moments, and I found that I was alone in a barren grassy field. "Phillip Adler, I have distorted reality around this ruin to help teach you a proper lesson. Ruins aren't personal playgrounds designed for you to acquire antiquities! You should spend this day as a cow! However, this is no ordinary day for you! This day will pass as slowly as twenty years, even though only 24 hours would've passed in the real world. Consider this your punishment for defiling this tomb! Don't worry though; you won't be spending the next twenty years alone. I used my powers to summon one of your friends here so that you can have company! Now, I shall leave you to your imprisonment." The voice faded, leaving me alone and bewildered.

I started wandering through the open fields, as the scents of animal fecal matter overtook me. My hooves stomped through the grass, as my udder dragged across the dirt. I moved my hefty body as fast I could, until I reached a pair of stables situated in the middle of the grassy abyss. I entered one of the stables, and found a man standing next to a milking machine. "It's about time." Said a familiar voice. The man stood up and looked at me, as my mouth dropped in disbelief. "It's time for your milking, Phil." I recognized the face and voice, it was James! I could deal with being milked by a farmer, but not by James! "I said I'd get revenge for you turning me into an orangutan. And thanks to this cruel twist of fate I shall do just that!" James approached me with the milking machine, and attached it to my teats before I could mount an escape.

James switched the machine on, as it began to siphon out milk from my massive engorged udder. The machine drained drop after drop, as I found myself being lulled into complete relaxation. I wasn't angry as I should be, I actually felt rather relaxed by the whole ordeal. The machine continued to chug along, as it continued to siphon milk from my teats. Even though the machine was taking a lot of milk out of me, it still felt fairly full. After what must've been hours of milking, James unhooked the machine and tied a rope around my neck. He tugged on the rope and led me out of the stable. I was brought into the open fields. James began cackling a madman, as he turned towards me. "I hope you enjoyed the milking today, Phil. Tomorrow, there will be a double milking plus a visit to the breeding pen!" Wait, did he say breeding?! I began mooing angrily, as James skipped off. I should've known archaeology would never pay off! Now I'm stuck in this weird distorted universe, forced to breed and get milked. Not only that, but I'd be stuck this way for the longest day of my life! Talk about a bad day!