Story Notes:
Just a little writing I did out of boredom, really. Middle chapter will be short, for my own personal benefit. Just a warning in the event you wish to skip it.
Chapter 2
?"I'll see ya' round. Or not. I'm not really sure what will happen to you, to be honest."
Annabelle shrugged off the reoccurring memory and paced around her house angrily. A set-up! It had all been a set up. And it hadn't even been a real tauros, either. She grumbled angrily and found a message on her phone. Someone had probably called while she was in the shower, trying to wash away the pain and humiliation.
'Hey there, sweetie. Just wanted to let you know that your father and I are safe at our hotel. It's beautiful here, it really is. Wish you could see it. Oh, before I forget..." She rolled her eyes and tuned out her mother's voice as she poured herself a glass of milk. She chugged it down and found herself still unbearably thirsty. She downed another glass and went to pour another but the jug was empty.
'... meant to tell you that the milk is getting low. There's money on the counter if you run out of anything else. See you in three days, sweeie!'
Annabelle sighed and plopped herself down into the chair next to the machine. The cash was tucked under the phone; kind of her parents to be thinking of her. A dry cough passed her lips and scratched her throat. She stood, filled her glass with water, but found to her dismay that the flavorless liquid just wasn't cutting it. So, pocketing the gratuitous allowance, she headed out on her house, mounted her bike, and pedaled off towards town.
It was a pretty busy day. The semi-annual festival was about to start, some time in the coming weeks, at least. But, like clockwork, the people of her town were getting themselves all geared up. But the roads were still traversable so the blonde was able to wheel right up to the general store.
The milk was easy enough to find and she grabbed some other essentials like oats, barely, pokéchow, and some vitamins as well. The line, much to her dismay, was longer than she would have liked. Too thirsty to care much about the consequences, she popped the jug open and started gulping down the white fluid, happy that her unbearable thirst was easing at last.
"This morning's activities didn't exhaust you too much, did they, Belle?" A harsh, scathing, and all-too familiar voice said from behind her. An audible gulp followed the rather full mouthful and she hastily wiped the creamy mustache from her lip. Capping the jug, she wheeled around to glare at the trainer from earlier.
"Dover, why are you even here? Shouldn't you be off harassing some other person, someone who's actually in your league?" She scoffed, sidestepping up to the counter.
"I am a person, Belle. I'm allowed to shop here as well, you know?" He chuckled, resting his arms against the counter as she paid. "Maybe I'll see you around, though. And drink up. A growing calf needs her milk." He nearly exploded with laughter as he exited the store, leaving a fuming, insulted blonde stood, groceries in hand.
The ride home was a blur. All she wanted was to get home and just forget all the things that blasted Dover had said. Honestly, the nerve! She though, screeching to a halt before barging into her house, leaving her bike to fall where it may. Calling her a cow. Oh, that boy was going to get it. But, she reconsidered her thoughts. Not until she was able to rid her thirst. True, she had been ridden pretty rough that morning. Maybe it was normal to be this parched after an event of that caliber. From anything normal, she was able to walk away unscathed, or nearly. But that... That had been different.
Setting her thoughts aside, she poured herself another glass of her preferred beverage and popped the top off her vitamin bottle, tapping a few into her hand. She hadn't remembered them ever being pink, but thought nothing more of it. Using her glass to wash the pills down she sighed and could think of nothing else to do. While she was trying to devise a plan, she remembered that she had feed to give the other Pokémon on the farm.
Hoisting the heavy bags onto her shoulders, she headed outside to the stalls were marreep and flaffy were dozing in the afternoon heat. She smiled at them and filled their troughs, meandering over to the one rapidash they had, filling her trough, too. Watching to Pokémon eat make her hungry as well and without thinking, she stuffed a handful of grain into her mouth and started to chew. Conscious realization of what she'd done hit her only after she swallowed and she tried to cough up what she'd just ingested but to no avail.
"Woah... that was weird. Maybe I am more tired than I thought I was." She decided, holding a hand to her head as she started back towards the house.
A searing pain pounding against her skull hindered her progress and she was just able to get to the stable doors before falling against the door frame. An uncomfortable pressure was building in her chest and she noticed, with idle fascination, that her breasts were swelling, pulling against her bra. In alarm, she raised a hand to them and found them far more sensitive than usual. Pressure mixed with pain as her tight jeans pressed against her lips, pulling up to stimulate her clit. She gasped and fumbled with her free hand to undo the button and pull the zipper down, trying to relieve the pressure. But that didn't help. It felt as though her skin itself was stretching.
Her eyes were closed, sealed tight with both emotions prying small gasps and moans from her throat. Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure, but her knees trembled with the pain. She could feel herself getting heavier, growing around the middle. She braced herself and pried her pants off her legs, gasping as the tension found some release at last. Her top, too, was tossed to the ground. Before she could even bother with them, her under garments ripped and tore as more and more weight was added to her frame. With a pain-ridden scream, her chest barreled out more and she struggled to keep her balance.
The pain receded and she found that she could stand almost comfortably. She was dimly aware that the phone was ringing so she staggered across the field to her house, barreling through the back door. She sprawled onto the couch and stared at the ceiling, gasping for breath. She was too tired, too fatigued, and too sore to pick up so the machine got it for her instead.
'Hey there, Belle.' Came Dover's voice from the other end. "I suppose you're either ignoring my calls, no surprise there, or you've already found the little gift my ditto left for you. Heh... Well, like I said before, I hope you enjoyed this morning, because it's the only type of sex you'll ever be getting again. Oh, and one more thing... The process will be sped along by those vitamins you bought and however much milk you've been drinking so, depending on how much... Heh, maybe I won't be seeing you around after all. Have a nice life, Calf.'
Annabelle glared at the machine and was about to pass him off as insane when the headache returned, with vengeance. She moaned and rolled off the couch onto the floor. Her sensitive nipples grazed the coarse hairs of the carpet and she moaned again, but now for a different reason. Pleasure washed over her once more and she tried to get herself into a standing position. She looked at her reflection in the large family room mirror and gasped. She was no longer thin by any standard. She actually rather resembled a cow in some way. Her torso held no curve, but there weren't rolls of fat . Her legs though, were too chunky for her liking and she groaned when she saw her figure. Even her breasts, though nearly twice their size, seemed lower on her chest.
She did see, through her blonde tresses two very red bumps on her brow and lifted a hand to feel them. As soon as she did, she regretted the action as another wave of pain coursed through her. The bumps turned into short stubby white horns and her skin was turning a true pink before her eyes. Her nails were turning a sick black and she could feel her finders and toed forming into hooves. Her breasts continued to move south, the skin around them turning a buttery yellow. Below them, another set of nipples were forming and all four mutated into what looked more and more like udders.
"Noooo..." She moaned, though it was drawn out more into a 'moo' that a human cry of disdain. She sobbed and tried once more but all that came out was a muffled, "Midah..." her heels stretched and her knee angle became more stooped. She soon found herself on all fours, an unfamiliar sensation was building in her hind quarters. She found her self getting hotter, more needy, more desperate for something, anything. A thought crossed her mind and she released a sorrowful 'moo' in protest. All she could think about was the tauros and how thick, how filling, how strong he had been. Her lust for that feeling sent another back to the base of her spine where a small black ball was forming like a bubble. It shot out, making her knees buckle in pain, to form a tail. Trying to regain what little dignity she could, she lifted herself up to her hind legs, looking at her reflection once more.
Her face seemed mostly the same though, upon shaking her head to clear her vision, every last perfectly blonde hair from her head fell to the floor. In its place was a smooth scalp, and a layer of soft black fur was the only think upon it. She wailed mournfully and cried out as the pink and yellow tinted flesh, too, began to develop fur. Her nose, now black and shiny, traveled down her face. It and her mouth stretched forwards to form a muzzle of sorts and her ears lengthened and drooped. With that and a sharp, concussive shot of pain, the torture was finished. She was a miltank, now, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Annabelle shrugged off the reoccurring memory and paced around her house angrily. A set-up! It had all been a set up. And it hadn't even been a real tauros, either. She grumbled angrily and found a message on her phone. Someone had probably called while she was in the shower, trying to wash away the pain and humiliation.
'Hey there, sweetie. Just wanted to let you know that your father and I are safe at our hotel. It's beautiful here, it really is. Wish you could see it. Oh, before I forget..." She rolled her eyes and tuned out her mother's voice as she poured herself a glass of milk. She chugged it down and found herself still unbearably thirsty. She downed another glass and went to pour another but the jug was empty.
'... meant to tell you that the milk is getting low. There's money on the counter if you run out of anything else. See you in three days, sweeie!'
Annabelle sighed and plopped herself down into the chair next to the machine. The cash was tucked under the phone; kind of her parents to be thinking of her. A dry cough passed her lips and scratched her throat. She stood, filled her glass with water, but found to her dismay that the flavorless liquid just wasn't cutting it. So, pocketing the gratuitous allowance, she headed out on her house, mounted her bike, and pedaled off towards town.
It was a pretty busy day. The semi-annual festival was about to start, some time in the coming weeks, at least. But, like clockwork, the people of her town were getting themselves all geared up. But the roads were still traversable so the blonde was able to wheel right up to the general store.
The milk was easy enough to find and she grabbed some other essentials like oats, barely, pokéchow, and some vitamins as well. The line, much to her dismay, was longer than she would have liked. Too thirsty to care much about the consequences, she popped the jug open and started gulping down the white fluid, happy that her unbearable thirst was easing at last.
"This morning's activities didn't exhaust you too much, did they, Belle?" A harsh, scathing, and all-too familiar voice said from behind her. An audible gulp followed the rather full mouthful and she hastily wiped the creamy mustache from her lip. Capping the jug, she wheeled around to glare at the trainer from earlier.
"Dover, why are you even here? Shouldn't you be off harassing some other person, someone who's actually in your league?" She scoffed, sidestepping up to the counter.
"I am a person, Belle. I'm allowed to shop here as well, you know?" He chuckled, resting his arms against the counter as she paid. "Maybe I'll see you around, though. And drink up. A growing calf needs her milk." He nearly exploded with laughter as he exited the store, leaving a fuming, insulted blonde stood, groceries in hand.
The ride home was a blur. All she wanted was to get home and just forget all the things that blasted Dover had said. Honestly, the nerve! She though, screeching to a halt before barging into her house, leaving her bike to fall where it may. Calling her a cow. Oh, that boy was going to get it. But, she reconsidered her thoughts. Not until she was able to rid her thirst. True, she had been ridden pretty rough that morning. Maybe it was normal to be this parched after an event of that caliber. From anything normal, she was able to walk away unscathed, or nearly. But that... That had been different.
Setting her thoughts aside, she poured herself another glass of her preferred beverage and popped the top off her vitamin bottle, tapping a few into her hand. She hadn't remembered them ever being pink, but thought nothing more of it. Using her glass to wash the pills down she sighed and could think of nothing else to do. While she was trying to devise a plan, she remembered that she had feed to give the other Pokémon on the farm.
Hoisting the heavy bags onto her shoulders, she headed outside to the stalls were marreep and flaffy were dozing in the afternoon heat. She smiled at them and filled their troughs, meandering over to the one rapidash they had, filling her trough, too. Watching to Pokémon eat make her hungry as well and without thinking, she stuffed a handful of grain into her mouth and started to chew. Conscious realization of what she'd done hit her only after she swallowed and she tried to cough up what she'd just ingested but to no avail.
"Woah... that was weird. Maybe I am more tired than I thought I was." She decided, holding a hand to her head as she started back towards the house.
A searing pain pounding against her skull hindered her progress and she was just able to get to the stable doors before falling against the door frame. An uncomfortable pressure was building in her chest and she noticed, with idle fascination, that her breasts were swelling, pulling against her bra. In alarm, she raised a hand to them and found them far more sensitive than usual. Pressure mixed with pain as her tight jeans pressed against her lips, pulling up to stimulate her clit. She gasped and fumbled with her free hand to undo the button and pull the zipper down, trying to relieve the pressure. But that didn't help. It felt as though her skin itself was stretching.
Her eyes were closed, sealed tight with both emotions prying small gasps and moans from her throat. Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure, but her knees trembled with the pain. She could feel herself getting heavier, growing around the middle. She braced herself and pried her pants off her legs, gasping as the tension found some release at last. Her top, too, was tossed to the ground. Before she could even bother with them, her under garments ripped and tore as more and more weight was added to her frame. With a pain-ridden scream, her chest barreled out more and she struggled to keep her balance.
The pain receded and she found that she could stand almost comfortably. She was dimly aware that the phone was ringing so she staggered across the field to her house, barreling through the back door. She sprawled onto the couch and stared at the ceiling, gasping for breath. She was too tired, too fatigued, and too sore to pick up so the machine got it for her instead.
'Hey there, Belle.' Came Dover's voice from the other end. "I suppose you're either ignoring my calls, no surprise there, or you've already found the little gift my ditto left for you. Heh... Well, like I said before, I hope you enjoyed this morning, because it's the only type of sex you'll ever be getting again. Oh, and one more thing... The process will be sped along by those vitamins you bought and however much milk you've been drinking so, depending on how much... Heh, maybe I won't be seeing you around after all. Have a nice life, Calf.'
Annabelle glared at the machine and was about to pass him off as insane when the headache returned, with vengeance. She moaned and rolled off the couch onto the floor. Her sensitive nipples grazed the coarse hairs of the carpet and she moaned again, but now for a different reason. Pleasure washed over her once more and she tried to get herself into a standing position. She looked at her reflection in the large family room mirror and gasped. She was no longer thin by any standard. She actually rather resembled a cow in some way. Her torso held no curve, but there weren't rolls of fat . Her legs though, were too chunky for her liking and she groaned when she saw her figure. Even her breasts, though nearly twice their size, seemed lower on her chest.
She did see, through her blonde tresses two very red bumps on her brow and lifted a hand to feel them. As soon as she did, she regretted the action as another wave of pain coursed through her. The bumps turned into short stubby white horns and her skin was turning a true pink before her eyes. Her nails were turning a sick black and she could feel her finders and toed forming into hooves. Her breasts continued to move south, the skin around them turning a buttery yellow. Below them, another set of nipples were forming and all four mutated into what looked more and more like udders.
"Noooo..." She moaned, though it was drawn out more into a 'moo' that a human cry of disdain. She sobbed and tried once more but all that came out was a muffled, "Midah..." her heels stretched and her knee angle became more stooped. She soon found herself on all fours, an unfamiliar sensation was building in her hind quarters. She found her self getting hotter, more needy, more desperate for something, anything. A thought crossed her mind and she released a sorrowful 'moo' in protest. All she could think about was the tauros and how thick, how filling, how strong he had been. Her lust for that feeling sent another back to the base of her spine where a small black ball was forming like a bubble. It shot out, making her knees buckle in pain, to form a tail. Trying to regain what little dignity she could, she lifted herself up to her hind legs, looking at her reflection once more.
Her face seemed mostly the same though, upon shaking her head to clear her vision, every last perfectly blonde hair from her head fell to the floor. In its place was a smooth scalp, and a layer of soft black fur was the only think upon it. She wailed mournfully and cried out as the pink and yellow tinted flesh, too, began to develop fur. Her nose, now black and shiny, traveled down her face. It and her mouth stretched forwards to form a muzzle of sorts and her ears lengthened and drooped. With that and a sharp, concussive shot of pain, the torture was finished. She was a miltank, now, and there was nothing she could do about it.