Mother Cow – Tales from Club Transformatique - MTF Cowgirl TFTG + Pregnancy

This one's inspired by that recent comic commission I did. If the commissioner doesn't mind, I might write more just like this. ;)

Mother Cow – Tales from Club Transformatique

Darryll the farmer’s farm was recently taken over by new management – Lizzy had given birth to a healthy baby, and had transformed back into a human. To her relief, her little girl showed no signs of cow DNA.

The effects of the milk formula truly were temporary, after all.

However, by now Lizzy had two mouths to feed – and whilst they were cows, these poor girls in Darryll’s barn couldn’t feed themselves, either. Lizzy had to keep the farm going – but by now, these poor girls had gone through far enough.

Lizzy wouldn’t continue Darryll’s dastardly plan of turning unwitting single girls into cows – though she’d make sure to make an exception for the former farmer himself. She bought new feed, waiting for the transformations to slowly be undone.

Each morning, Lizzy would find a confused, naked girl on the barn floor, take her to the house, offer her clothes, and a job.

A job? Correct – Darryll’s transformation formula had given Lizzy an incredible idea, one that did not include luring innocent women.

There were plenty of horny guys out there. And fetishes came in all varieties.

What if Lizzy could provide these folks with a service?

The barn quickly turned into something that resembled a small café, though within a matter of months, it would turn into a massive night club, as Lizzy’s endeavour would prove to be rather popular.

A transformation club, dedicated to catering to transformation fetishes – though there might be room for more if business proved successful.

Club attendees could participate in transformations willingly, or watch others transform – or interact with the club’s employees and their respective transformations.

However, always read the waiver before signing it, and don’t break the rules… lest you wind up becoming part of the club in ways you wouldn’t expect.

Introducing the Mother Cow… formerly known as Rory.

Like all Club Transformatique clients, Rory had entered the club to get his needs met. However, harassing an employee would result in the guy getting more than he bargained for.

By now, the club had a reputation amongst its audience, and Lizzy had perfected a wide range of transformation potions, courtesy of her pet cow Darya.

Rory had entered the club intending to get a little more fun than just a drink, however – and this was something he would come to regret.

Whilst waiting at the bar, he was greeted by none other than the club’s owner – Lizzy.

“Can I get you a drink, handsome?” she asked.

“I don’t know…” Rory said. “Can you?”

Lizzy hopped on the barstool beside Rory. “Are you a watcher, or a participant?” she asked.

“…How about both?” Rory said. “I’d like to keep my body intact… but getting frisky with one of those freaky girls…” he cocked his head at a table, where two of the club’s employees were waiting for a call – one had recently transformed into a fox girl, whilst the other was about to consume a giantess drink for her next performance on the – open air – stage behind the club; these ‘performance’ drinks took a few minutes to take effect, allowing for the girl to make her way to the stage first after consuming it.

“…now that’s something I can get behind. Or on top of, you know how it goes!” He bellowed with laughter at his own joke.

A smirk crept up Lizzy’s lips. This guy had likely not read the waiver he signed, which clearly stated the girls were not to be touched – some may allow rubbing of bellies, or poking of ears, stroking of tentacles, the works… but no sexual contact was permitted.

Either that, or he thought he could get away with breaking the club’s rules.

Lizzy viewed this as a perfect opportunity – she’d been working at the club herself for years now, and felt like it was time to take a step back. She wanted to take a backseat to raise her two kids – her seven-year-old daughter and three-year-old son, and spend more time with her new husband.

This meant she had to find someone to take her role, though – the role of the Mother Cow – but no girls had stepped up to take it thus far.

It seemed as though, however, this guy would be the perfect candidate. If he broke the waiver, he’d be tied to Club Transformatique for two years… it said so in the contract he signed.

Lizzy would turn him into the new Mother Cow – a permanently pregnant cowgirl that provided belly rubs and milk that would turn the drinker into a cow themselves at request. And if they had sex right before consuming the milk…

…they’d become a Mother Cow, bearing the child of the last person they had sex with. Lizzy and her partner had been wanting another child, and considering her husband was infertile, they couldn’t have one together.

All these circumstances were simply too perfect to let up. All she’d have to do, was make sure Rory made the mistake of taking Mommy Cow to Pound Town.

“I can make that happen,” Lizzy said, putting on her silkiest voice, and placing a hand on her target’s lap. “As long as you’re not weirded out by udders…”

Rory could feel his dick harden as Lizzy practically climbed into his lap. Udders?

“You mean you’ll turn into a cowgirl…?” he said. “As long as you keep talking and stay on two feet…”

“Of course,” Lizzy whispered. “The club has a no-bestiality rule…”

She winked at the bartender, who wasted no time giving Lizzy the drink she’d need. She downed the glass in a single gulp, before grabbing her victim’s hand and leading him off to a quiet room.

She locked the door behind them – Rory didn’t seem to notice – so no one could interrupt. Rory had to be a full cow, lest the club attendees be frightened by him trying to call for help.

But then again, Lizzy assumed most club attendees did read the waiver. They knew the consequence that trying to have sex at Club Transformatique would have.

Rory found himself sitting on a fluffy, pink couch with a stripper pole in front of it. Lizzy began dancing around the pole, her tight, purple dress quickly getting tighter as her transformation began to add weight to her hips and belly.

“You can skip the theatrics,” Rory said, his boner throbbing in his pants. “Get over here, and take off my pants.”

“So impatient…” Lizzy mumbled, stopping her dance. A large bump was showing beneath her dress on her back, and the fabric was beginning to tear. White fur was peeking from underneath her already torn tights, and the second Lizzy bent over, her dress crumbled under the pressure of the extra weight.

It seemed to tear into a neatly divided skirt and camisole, ever growing tighter as her breasts plumped and grew. Eventually, the fabric gave way, tearing large holes that revealed more and more cleavage, as well as the contours of Lizzy’s growing nipples as the fabric tightened around them.

The tattered clothes fell on the floor behind Lizzy, but her ‘skirt’ needed more help. The skirt lifted and tightened increasingly around her waist as her belly and udders pushed it up, and her butt pushed it further outward to the point where the seams on the sides of the remains of the dress popped and tore.

By now, Lizzy’s entire body was covered in smooth, silky white fur, and her tail swished seductively.

Her high heels were no longer wearable as her feet transformed, her toes and toenails morphing into a single hoof.

Her face changed, lengthening and her nose widening as her teeth changed size. Her ears lengthened and grew fur, but her hair and eyes remained the same – of human mind, but of cow physique.

Rory could feel his body temperature rising as he watched Lizzy strike seductive poses as she transformed before his eyes. She’d clearly done this before, and knew how to make a guy feel good just watching the transformation.

But Rory wanted more.

Briefly before her transformation concluded, Lizzy had began removing his pants, revealing his throbbing cock. A press of a button on the side of the couch flipped it on its back, practically turning it into a bed. Rory allowed Lizzy to take the lead – she licked his cock with her elongated tongue for a bit, before climbing on top of him, taking his cock without hesitation.

She moaned as she let it slide inside, pushing Rory down onto his back. She rode him cowgirl style, her pregnant belly and udders swaying onto his face as she did.

This was entirely intentional – the teats of her udders would leak as she bounced up and down, and as expected, as Rory opened his mouth to moan, one of them would bounce into the open hole.

The milk poured out, forcing Rory to swallow it. Luckily, he was into it – and as soon as the hypnotic quality of Lizzy’s milk took hold, there was no stopping him.

He forgot about his desire to have sex, only thinking about Lizzy’s udders and how he needed to empty them. He proceeded to guzzle down as much milk as his stomach could handle, cumming onto the couch instead of inside of Lizzy. She had climbed off of him and lay beside him as he drank from her udders like a baby fed from his mother’s breast.

Lizzy had no desire to carry another child – the simulated pregnancies and two real ones she’d endured during her time at the club were hard enough on her body. Rather, this new Mother Cow’s first pregnancy would not be simulated…

It would be all real. Luckily for him, he’d get to skip the morning sickness stage – within hours of his transformation, he’d be giving birth, only to immediately blow up again as the simulated perma-pregnancy would take over. Lizzy’s milk was a little more permanent, as it was far more potent than the watered-down drinks served by the bar.

Once again, explained in the waiver Rory didn’t bother to read. He’d have to wait two years before he could set foot outside of the club’s grounds as a man again.

Rory let out a loud huff before rolling onto his back – his stomach was completely bloated, but he seemed happy.

“Satisfied?” Lizzy said, rubbing the tired man’s belly; his pants had slid off his ass, and his belly already peeked out from under his tight shirt. Watching this unfold was going to be fun.

“…Yes…” Rory sighed blissfully – but this bliss was brief – his face quickly turned as he sat up.

“…Whoa,” he mumbled. “I think… can I use the bathroom?”

“Sure, you can,” Lizzy said, “but… it won’t help.”

“What do you mean?” Rory sputtered.

“Just wait,” came the reply.

Rory sat and rubbed his belly, now somewhat sore. Perhaps he’d drank too much.

Or… growing a uterus doesn’t exactly feel great, and you’re just not used to the sensation because humans don’t usually swap organs mid-life.

He hadn’t noticed yet, but his ballsack had become rather deflated since his testes had begun the migration to the inside. By now, they were well on their way to turn into ovaries, and at least one egg would find its way into ovulation – the egg that was already waiting inside the uterus he was presently growing.

Fertilize it with some of Rory’s semen before it turned into eggs, and there you go – as pregnant as you can be.

Rory scratched his head, as his hair was itching as it grew – from a short buzzcut to… down to his butt.

It changed colour, too – Lizzy wanted all of her kids to look alike, and she couldn’t risk having a blond kid popping out when she, her husband, and both of her other kids had brown hair.

Thus, from blond to brunette Rory went. Soft, curly manes that softly framed his now heart-shaped jaw. His nose shrank and became pointier, and his lips plumped up as his eyebrows lost some volume.

His empty ballsack began changing shape, as did his penis – Rory watched in horror as it shrunk, but moaned with pleasure as it rubbed against the insides of his labia briefly before settling into place as a clitoris.

Small, but oh, so sensitive.

Rory wasted no time putting a finger into his new vagina; he rubbed his clitoris and fingered himself as his chest began to grow – two plump breasts grew in front of what had been previously been pecs. His shirt now close to tearing, his sensitive nipples caused an additional sensation of pleasure as his breasts strained against the fabric.

He didn’t even seem aware that this sex change was happening without his prior knowledge – he simply accepted it and went along with it.

Lizzy sat back and watched, wondering if the girl formerly known as Rory would be just as content with what came next.

“So you turned me into a girl…” Rory panted, licking his… her lips. “Joke’s on you, I’m into this.”

Lizzy tilted her head and smiled. “Good for you, Roxy,” she said. “But we’re not done yet.”

Roxy raised an eyebrow, absent-mindedly scratching her butt. An itchy sensation was tingling just above her butt cheeks.

“What do you…?” she didn’t finish her sentence as her fingers found a hairy bump on her back.

“What is that!?” She slapped the bump with both her hands, noticing it was growing bigger. And hairier.

Hair was growing all across her body – brown fur, with white spots beginning to show in the thicker patches.

The bump grew bigger, longer, thinner – revealing itself to be a tail. A tail just like Lizzy’s.

It didn’t take long for Roxy to put two and two together.

“You’re turning me into a cow?” she shouted accusingly, jumping off of the couch. She quickly lost her balance as her feet had stiffened, the nails well on their way to turn into hooves as they tore through Roxy’s sneakers.

“Absolutely,” Lizzy sang. “The prettiest of cows.”

Roxy grabbed at her ears, which were rapidly extending past her head. They were big enough to put a tag onto. Horns were growing from her skull, causing a massive headache, and her growing tongue was causing her to drool – it was growing faster than her jaw, which had only just started to lengthen and widen.

Roxy sat on her knees watching as her fingers merged from five to three, each one covered by one gigantic nail – like an articulated hoof.

“Nooooooo,” she whined, though her tune changed as her udders started growing in. Plump, pink bulbs just above her crotch, with four sensitive teats that rubbed against the floor between Roxy’s legs.

They propped her up a little as they grew to full size, two of them squeezed tight between her thighs and the other two resting on her knees.

Roxy panted and moaned as she squeezed the teats of the two top udders, nothing coming out just yet. Lizzy chuckled.

“You’ll have to wait a little longer before you’re able to produce milk yourself…” she said. “But don’t worry, it’s included in the price of admission.”

“What do you… moooeeean?” Roxy moaned, rubbing her breast-nipples with one hand, and her udder-teats with the other. It was tough to grab hold of anything with three stiff fingers.

She noticed her breasts seemed to get bigger in her palms, and her shirt seemed to be on the brink of tearing at this point – the sound of ripping seams could be heard.

She’d lost her pants in the transformation a while back, and now her shirt gave way altogether as her breasts broke free form their cotton prison, alongside…

…a belly.

And not a small belly, either – a full-on, nine months pregnant-belly.

“Oh mooooo goooood,” Roxy panted, falling onto her back as the belly grew. Lizzy raised a surprised eyebrow; it was bigger than she’d expected.

“Congratulations,” she told the tired, panting cow that stared up at her from the floor. “It seems you’re carrying twins… or triplets…”

“I’m… what!?” Roxy called from the floor, unable to get up on her own. “What did you do?”

Lizzy chuckled once again, extending a hand at the heavily pregnant cowgirl. “I did as you asked,” she said. “You broke the rules of the waiver, and in exchange, you’re now an employee at this club for the next two years.”

“But…” Roxy whimpered. “I had a joooob, and a girlfriend…”

“Not anymore,” Lizzy said. “We’ll take care of all of that for you.”

She helped the pregnant cowgirl onto her feet, pulling the tattered remains of fabric off of her.

“But first, I’ll get you an appointment with my gynaecologist – he’s my husband.”

“You’re kidding…” Roxy moaned.

“Don’t worry,” Lizzy said. “By the looks of it, you’ll be giving birth by tomorrow night.”

“And what happens after?” Roxy asked, her tone hopeful. “Two years, right?”

“Yeah,” Lizzy said, scratching her nose – the hair on her face was starting to fall out, and her facial features had shrunk back to her human form. The transformation potions were intended to last just for one encounter, but Roxy wouldn’t be so lucky.

She’d drunk a stomach full – at least a litre and a half – in one go, of the unfiltered transformation formula. She wouldn’t turn back for at least a year.

“You’re going to be my replacement in the club for the time being,” Lizzy explained, “and I’m retiring as the Mother Cow… just serving as the club’s manager from now on.”

“…Mother Cow…?” Roxy poked at her stomach. “You mean…”

Lizzy nodded. “Perma-preg.”

Roxy sighed. “I should’ve read that waiver…”

“You should have.”

But working at Club Transformatique wasn’t half-bad, even for the “involuntary” cases – Roxy would get free room and board during her employment, and a good salary she’d be able to take home afterward.

And it was more than likely she’d become a permanent employee after her two-year stay, growing to enjoy the work.

After all, once you’ve tried Club Transformatique once… you can never go without again.