[pun involving udders or cows or something]

	She had been given a very simple task. It was a sudden request, but she had been taught not to ask questions. Her co-workers at the farm were always silent, and something about them felt almost shady, as if they all knew something terrible but refused to ever mention it. It was a lazy Tuesday when one of them came for her with a message, while she was just plowing the field. Put down one of the cows, he said. He gave her instructions to get the owner’s gun and how to properly use it.
	Maria was reluctant at first. Ignoring her warning to refrain from asking, she asked what was wrong with the cow. The short, dirtied co-worker gave her a subtle, but malicious smile and replied:
	“We won’t be needin er no more.”
He then left, visibly holding back laughter. She left the fields and followed his directions, finding the gun in the small, humble shed near the barn. Upon entering the barn, she saw the cow right next to one of their bulls. She was lying down and feeding some calves that were born less than a month before. Unable to kill her like that, she waited until the calves were done and took the cow outside. She did not remember that one cow’s name. They had five cows, all of them with somewhat similar names. After taking it behind the barn, she spoke softly to the gentle, blissfully unaware cow:
	“Sorry, Miss… uh… well, cow. Orders from above.”
As she raised her gun, the cow gave her a mellow, serene look. It was impossible for a cow to understand what was about to happen, she thought, promptly assuming that the cow was just getting sleepy. Averting her eyes from the incoming gore, she pulled the trigger.
	The next morning was surprisingly warm. She woke up feeling strange; her breasts felt more sensitive, and she felt a little heavier. Figuring that maybe she had to cut down on the junk food, she simply left for work. Arriving there, she headed straight for the fields, trying not to give any attention the grave that now near the entrance of the farm. It had been her first time putting down an animal, and her conscience was still heavy, despite her struggle to not think about it. She worked all day long, and aside from the people that would, every once in a while, show up to discreetly give her a thorough look, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
The morning after however, was slightly stranger. She once again woke up feeling even heavier, and there seemed to be something wrong with her chest. Upon taking off her shirt, she noticed a pair of small, pink teats below her breasts, and her breasts where also noticeably swollen with very large, pinkish nipples. Scared, she found the largest shirt she had and the tightest bra she could find, and moderately satisfied with the results of her attempt to hide her unusually large chest, she left for work. Having barely arrived, the short co-worker came for her and asked her to take care of the barn that day, saying that the worker who was usually responsible for it had suffered an accident. Indiscreetly staring at her breasts, he once again failed to hide a dirty smile and left, apparently very happy.
	Inside the barn were the four remaining cows, two bulls, and three calves. These were apparently the now orphaned calves, as they were inside the bay where their mother used to reside. One of the bulls, presumably the one who was accompanying that cow, started staring at her as soon as she walked in, making her slightly uncomfortable. She replenished the animals’ food started cleaning up the place. Soon, the calves started following her around. After a while, she got annoyed by their constant movement and tried to get them back inside their bay. She had already given them a nice wash and replenished their food, and as she was busy cleaning the large barn, she was unable to figure out what could they possibly want from her. As she turned around to scold them, her chest suddenly felt heavier and she felt an immense heat. Unable to hold her balance, she fell on all fours, and her teats grew larger as they got filled with milk. She couldn’t believe it, but it seems she was lactating. She fell on her side and took off her shirt. Her nipples were covering her entire breast, and soon they joined the pair of teats into a large udder. The calves took the opportunity and started feeding on her udder, as it got larger and denser. She was almost passing out, but the feeling was pleasant to her. Getting back all fours, her udder started moving down her torso while the calves were still feeding on it. At that moment she couldn’t think of anything but the well being of the calves. What she wanted the most that very moment was for them to feed from her and grow up healthily. As these thoughts took over her mind, a tail started growing from her spine, fur slowly started to grow all over her body, and her waist suddenly grew larger, ripping apart her pants. Her torso soon grew bigger while her limbs started getting thinner. As an incredible heat once again took over her body, her face started changing into a cow’s muzzle, and horns grew near her temples. She suddenly regained her mind and realized what was going on. Desperate and resisting the bovine thoughts taking over her mind, she tried to scream for help with a still changing mouth, but only a distorted, low pitched cry came out. She then tried walking away from the calves to leave the barn, and failing to so, she noticed her hands and feet had already turned into hooves. She was almost completely a cow. Still struggling to keep her consciousness, she heard a noise behind her. It was the bull, slowly approaching her. The calves ceased their drinking and left for their bay. She gave the bull a glance, struggling to turn her deformed neck. All she could see was the uncommon sight of a standing up bull. Before she could even realize what he was doing, he mounted her.
	Feeling his thick, meaty cock penetrate her was nothing like she could’ve ever imagined. Unable to resist any longer, she just accepted her fate more and more with each thrust. She could no longer think, she forgot her name, her place, the entirety of her life. In that one moment, she was nothing but another cow, which belonged to a shady farm in the middle of nowhere, and was reproducing for the sake of the species. As her instincts took over and her pleasure reached the climax, the bull finally ejaculated, and with hot cum still dripping out, un-mounted her.
The short co-worker entered the barn. With that same dirty smile, he walked up to the cow and explained everything to her. She, of course, didn’t understand a word, but maybe it was for the best. Maybe she didn’t really need to know that the bull used to be a friend of the owner who got in trouble with the wrong magicians, or that the cow she put down used to be a worker just like her. There are some things she really didn’t need to know, for now she was nothing but cattle. And so, she lived on the rest of her days feeding her calves, mating, and producing milk for the farm, until some day, a few years after, a worker was tasked with putting her down, because they wouldn't need her anymore.