Grab 'Em by the Horns, Pt. 4

Lorraine's bovine features begin to take shape. She's trying really hard, but she just can't seem to remember something important.

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“Look, Andy even brought us pizza! I say we should watch a movie.” Rob extricated himself from Lorraine’s limbs several minutes later, and got off the couch to fetch the warm boxes from the floor in front of the television. Then he turned and his eyes met hers, and he smiled warmly. “You want to?”

Lorraine smiled and patted the spot beside her. It was a lot more fun with Rob this way than it ever had been before. He smiled and set the boxes on the coffee table before sitting close beside her, his eyes lingering on her face. Lorraine felt herself sinking deeper into a contented daze every time she looked at his endless blue eyes. They were like the night sky, when tendrils of sunlight still dyed the sky the most royal blue as it filled with twinkling stars, and she kind of wanted to look into them forever.

With a giggle, she managed to pull her gaze away from him and reached forward to open the top box. The red and white cover was already darkened with grease in the middle, to her distaste, but she flipped it open and breathed in the scent of melted cheese and crust. Her stomach turned slightly at the scent of the pepperoni and sausage, and she wrinkled her nose, but she reached forward anyway and pulled a large triangle from the round, picking off the pepperoni and holding them in her hand. Then she looked up at Rob from the corner of her eye and couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

“What?” he asked, cocking his head and shaking his head confusedly.

Lorraine laughed and shifted her ass into the couch as she turned and held one slice of pepperoni in her hand, hanging it slightly above his nose as if she were teasing him. He looked up at it, then down at her, before his lips curled into a smirk and he raised his body slightly to pull the meat into his mouth with his tongue. Lorraine’s eyes widened as she gasped, and then Rob took her wrist, sucking the grease off her fingertips.

“Ohh, wow,” she breathed, and then pushed back against him with a laugh as he tried to pull her body underneath his. She was having fun, but now she was hungry!

All that changing had made her tired, and she wanted to eat dinner more than anything. As she successfully fought Rob off and he settled back into a supportive position beside her, she raised the pizza to her lips and took her first bite. It tasted better than it should have—oh yeah, she had gotten high with him! Food did always taste better those few times she had smoked before. As she came to that realization, her high began to set in, and she leaned backward almost involuntarily, nestling her head in the crook of Rob’s shoulder, his arm raised on the couch behind her. Her head tingled pleasantly, her nipples were bare and erect, her cunt was wet and warm—

She sat up quickly, shaking her head. Gosh, she was so horny! As she tried to reorient herself and push the feelings back down so they only simmered, fat grew slowly in her breasts and ass, pushing her legs slightly further apart until her thighs expanded as well. She bit into the pizza again and moaned as the tiny rolls around her abdomen grew thicker, and her belly pushed slightly outward. Her entire body felt wonderful: alive, supple, soft. She knew—she knew that she shouldn’t feel so good. She was a man, even if she was stuck as a woman right now. Well, maybe it wasn’t too bad to just enjoy it while it felt good, right? It wasn’t her fault she felt this way, and it wasn’t like it made her gay or anything.

Lorraine rubbed her sensitive belly as she continued eating, watching distantly as Rob got up to put in a movie, and then she curled up in his arms as she watched the opening credits against a painted background. “What is it?” she murmured. She didn’t recognize the movie.

“Just watch, baby,” he spoke into her hair, which fell in long strands over her eyes. It was scarcely a pixie cut anymore, but seemed to demand sticking to the style. She snuggled into his chest, finishing a second slice of pizza and watching as colors blurred on the small screen. They were supposed to be characters, but she could only see blurs, and then she realized her eyes were completely unfocused.

She giggled, and then her mouth fell open as Rob’s arm reached around her left side and moved downward. Lorraine held her breath as his fingers traced like a whisper down the swell of her breast, before he stopped around her nipple and gently squeezed it.

“Rob,” she moaned quietly, unsure whether she wanted to lean into him or pull away. It was starting to confuse her, trying to remember that she was actually a man even though she felt so much more like a woman. It would have been so much easier to admit she was a girl, but she knew she needed to hold on. Maybe…maybe Rob would help? She moaned again as he squeezed harder. “Ohh…can you help me remember?”

“Remember what, Laurie?”

Lorraine shook her head, feeling sluggish and warm. “N-no. Not Laurie. Lorrain—Lorrai…LaurENCE. Mmm, you need to help m-me remember I’m a m-mmmann…” She couldn’t stop herself from letting her m’s lengthen. The sound of it vibrating her vocal cords felt good in her tummy, but she needed Rob to make sure she didn’t forget. “Do you mm—understand?”

“I’m not sure I quite understand, Laurie. What do you mean you’re a man?”

“You know I’m a man!” Lorraine cried, tense and anxious as she pushed away his hand from her nipple. “You did this to me!”

Rob raised his arms in exasperation, obviously not understanding her. But it was so simple! She looked like a girl now, and sounded like one, and felt like one, and thought of herself as one, but she knew that before this she had been a boy! She had been La—Laur—Laurence! She was supposed to be a man, but she had been turned into a girl, and now she had a girl’s name too. But she had to remember her boy’s name. Luckily they were really similar, so she should have an easy time remembering!

“Ugh, I’m your roommate, Robbie. I put that strap-on over my stupid little cock and it made me into a girl. We need to call the company in the morning and figure out how to turn mm-me back!” She felt clear for a moment, as if the fog had lifted, and…and sh-he was starting to remember…

And then her head filled up with cotton and she moaned in pleasure when Rob grabbed both her nipples and pinched them tightly. Her hips thrust blindly forward and sent her erection bobbing, her balls pressing down heavily against her clit. Her modest breasts, which fit neatly into Rob’s hands, swelled beneath his attention. “Mmm—ohhh fuck!” she cried, laughing with the pure ecstasy of the moment. “Harder, Robbie. Please! Oh! Mmm—oooohh! Mooo000!”

As Lorraine jerked and orgasmed from only her nipples being touched, she lowed sensually. Rob loosened his grip on her breasts, releasing her nipples as she spasmed with aftershocks, and lay her gently on his lap. Her cock throbbed, coated in her semen, and the walls of her pussy trembled in anticipation of more. She pressed her head back against the prominent erection beneath his pants and shivered, as he slowly stroked her hair and smiled down at her. “Watch the movie, Laurie, baby. I think you’ll like it.”

Lorraine could feel her body relaxing as the pleasure that had taken over her body began to fade. It didn’t disappear—it never disappeared, but at least it was manageable now. She could get back to…the movie! She blinked up at the television and watched the pretty colors, the cute animation, the adorable animals. Was she watching The Fox and the Hound? She let her head fall to the side, reaching up to scratch the side of her head as she watched. The sides of her head had begun to ache at small points, and it was starting to make her entire head hurt. She groaned and buried her head beneath Rob’s arm, rubbing her face against his shirt as she tried to distract herself from the growing pain. She kicked her leg out in discomfort, and her ass swelled again.

“I know, baby,” Rob said soothingly, and Lorraine took a long, deep breath at the sound of his voice. As her eyes flickered closed every once in awhile, not even the movie able to hold her attention now that she was crashing. But why…why did it hurt so much?

“Robbie, it hurts,” she whimpered, gasping as two hard points pressed out from the sides of her head, from her skull. They were only bumps, and then small mounds, and then Lorraine cried out as the points sharpened and pierced through the thick skin of her scalp, and tiny horns pressed out from the sides of her head. “Oh my—muh—moooo!”

Small trails of blood leaked from where the skin had been torn, and Lorraine’s head felt heavier. She rubbed her head against Rob’s chest, itching the tiny points of horn which had burst out of her head. They were only bumps now, invisible beneath her overgrown, voluminous pixie cut. Rob gently stroked her head to comfort her, but he did not press his fingers through her hair to find out what had sprouted from her head. Instead, he turned Lorraine’s face up to his, smiled, and kissed her gently before turning her back to the television.

“Watch the movie, Laurie,” he murmured in her ear.

Lorraine giggled, leaning into his chest as she turned back to the animated movie in front of her. She knew she had been in a lot of pain, and her head still hurt a little bit, but now that she was engrossed in the fox’s story, it didn’t bother her so much anymore. As she curled her legs beneath her body, more deposits of fat began to form on her body—first her soft, flat stomach; then her ass, hips, thighs, and arms. Her breasts, still relatively small and delicate on her narrow chest, swelled. As her nipples hardened, and she absently thrust her hips forward once, and her breasts doubled in weight. She thought her breasts had been full and large before, but she had known nothing at all. What had once been the body of a slender, flat young woman had quickly become a curvy, full-bodied woman with tiny white horns just visible above her hair.

But Lorraine lounged unaware of her latest changes, or perhaps any of her changes at all. Her rounder body and full breasts sat warm and healthy on her thick-boned frame, and her body tingled, alive and sensitive, with a constant pleasure. She tucked her arm around her breasts, pushing her chest forward slightly when she felt her skin drag against her nipples. Then, as her pussy thrummed hot and wet between her legs, she inhaled a sharp, surprised little breath and covered her mouth.

“Oh my gosh,” she said quietly, realizing how…horny she was getting. She shifted her larger ass and stifled a moan.

It was the weed. It must have been the weed. It always made her aroused when she smoked, and she had accepted some of Rob’s! In front of him! She could feel her clit, swollen and hot with blood, pressing against her balls as it peeked just out past her lips, and it felt incredible.

She couldn’t do this now! She was with Rob, and he—he was…Lorraine looked up at Rob, staring at his pale eyelashes and the small birthmark under his jaw. He was…come on, she knew this! What was he to her? She furrowed her eyebrows, trying really hard to remember how she knew Rob. Then he caught her staring and met her gaze, and she lost herself in his eyes. Those blue, blue eyes. Those gemstones of perfect hue. He was…he was…so beautiful. Wasn’t he? Hadn’t she always thought so? Only she had never said anything because she didn’t want to ruin their friendship?

But that didn’t stop her from feeling her pussy throb with need every time she saw his face. Why did she let him cuddle her so often if she knew how it made her feel? They weren’t even dating! She…she had never gotten the courage to ask him? Why did that sound so…right?

As Lorraine continued to watch the movie, her eyes grew distant. The shapes on screen blurred and the individual voices turned to a comforting drone. Rob continued to stroke her head in a slow, even line, occasionally rubbing his thumb against the base of her skull, which made her head feel weightless and wonderful. Eventually, his hand slipped further and further down, until he reached forward over her shoulder and began to massage her breast again. It felt different now, heavy and tender as the fat jiggled, and Lorraine gasped as he pinched and twisted her nipple.

He continued to play with her breasts, using both hands as he drove her nearly to another orgasm. She resisted, squirming and moaning as little as possible on top of him as she tried not to show how turned on she was.

The tips of Lorraine’s ears lengthened slowly, pulling away from her head as they turned outward. Soft, ruddy hairs spread up from the base and quickly covered her outstretched ears in a layer of short fur. She yawned and rubbed one ear with her shoulder as it itched, and shook her head when her ears popped and her hearing cleared significantly. The short, clipped nails on her fingers and toes thickened and hardened. Dark brown crept up the length of the keratin, until it looked almost as if she had painted her nails. As her nose widened slightly, the skin softened to a velvety texture and lightened to a rosy pink hue. Lorraine flared her nostrils as she moved with Rob’s attention to her breasts. Patches of her hair, unevenly across her entire scalp, began to lighten. The brown faded to dusty white splotches, and one of her irises cracked and faded to a pale bluey-grey.

Lorraine rubbed her thick, heavy tongue against her flat teeth and the roof of her mouth. “Ohh, Robbie,” she moaned, but her tongue got in the way and made it sound more like, “Ohh, Lrab-bhayy.” Her long, cow-like ears twitched, and she groaned as her horns grew out again, creaking and popping as they did so.

“Oh, oh fuck!” Rob gasped with pain, squirming beneath her and lifting her head up to stop her horn from piercing the flesh of his thigh. “Oh golly, Laurie, you really scared me for a minute there! Gotta be careful with those.”

“Huh?” Laurie asked sleepily, shaken out of her reverie of pleasure. Her head lolled heavily from side to side as she struggled to hold up the new weight and balance it on her neck. Dazed, and starting to get dizzy, Lorraine sat up, then raised her arms to hold her head still. When she was taken off guard by her large, furry ears sticking out from the side of her head, she felt a fuzzy heat rising in her gut as she tried to remember what exactly was wrong.

“Your horns, baby. You have to be careful not to stab me with them, silly.”

“My what?” she asked, already moving her fingers up from the base of her ears and freezing when she felt the smooth, cool texture of bone protruding from the sides of her head. “H-horns?” That was—wrong. Wasn’t it?

Before she could decide for sure, she bent over in pain and groaned as her spine thrummed to life and grew. First a single bone, pressing coyly against the top of her buttocks, followed swiftly by three more vertebrae until a tiny, thrashing tail burst from above her ass and she moaned at the sensation of more. She could move more of herself, past the small of her back and her tailbone. Tailbone. She didn’t have a tail, she couldn’t! With a cry, Lorraine reached back and grasped the protrusion, yanking it away from her. She screamed as pain shot up her spine, and the long, bristly hairs at the tip brushed against her palm as her tail thrashed in her hand.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh Lord. Fuck, I—”

Beneath her hand, white and ruddy brown hairs sprouted and spread up and down the length of her thickening tail. “Oh muh—my God!” she squealed, pushing herself off the couch and holding her heavy, swollen breasts. “What’s happening tooo muh—mooooo?! What?” Mooing. She was mooing? Like a cow? And she felt so big! Lorraine looked down at herself and gasped as she saw the sloping curves, the pudgy rolls of her body, even the chubbiness of her fingers and toes! She couldn’t even see her cock over her tummy when it was flaccid. It was so small! She giggled when her pussy thrummed, and then wrinkled her face in disgust.

“What’s going on?” she pouted, putting her hands on her hips and staring angrily at Rob. She was definitely sure he knew what was happening, and could tell her the answer. He cocked his head as he looked at her, shaking her head as she waited expectantly for him to answer.

“I dunno what you want me to say, Laurie. I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about!”

“Now you know that’s bull shit! Because I know you know that I—I…fuck, I’m—” Fight for it, the voice inside urged. Wake up and fight for it.

“Yooooou know that I’m your roo-ooommate,” he finally managed to gasp, stepping backward on his tiptoes and then lumbering back further to keep his balance. Laurence stared at the man he thought was his friend, dread and fear a black hole inside his belly. He bit the inside of his lip, trying his best to ignore the feeling of his massive breasts laying against his round belly, his big, heavy horns, and his dripping cunt. His wide nostrils flared as he smelled precum rolling down his thighs, wetting the tip of his semi-hard. Laurence snorted and stamped his foot angrily. “Don’t lie to me, man. You know that I’m Laur—Laurence, and you know what did this to me.”

“You’re right,” Rob smiled, his triumphant smile far too similar to his pleasant, loving smile. “But you’re just so cute, Laurie. And I don’t have control over it either, honey. I’m just the humble audience, and I am ever so pleased with the show so far, baby.”

Laurence tried not to let the pet names go to his head, even if they made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. His body felt so bloated and oversized, feminine and curvy and altogether too female. He had changed so much, and somehow he had just…forgotten? How was that possible? How could he simply forget about his body changing, transforming, into something else. And now he wasn’t just a girl; he was turning into some kind of cow creature! With worried, careful hands, Laurence felt the entire length of his horns, nearly a foot long now, and his furry cow ears. They were big and long and soft, and twitched when he held them too tightly. Then he moved on to exploring his breasts, his thick black fingernails, his tail completely covered in white and ruddy fur.

“But, why is this happening?” he whined, trying desperately to cover his bare upper body and squirming with discomfort at the way her boxers squeezed her wider hips.

His hips! They squeezed at his his hips and rode up his ass, and stretched tight around his thighs. And…he loved the way it felt when they pressed against his slick cunt. Laurence shook his head slowly, accounting for the extra weight. Now was not the time to be getting horny again, and as much as he was starting to feel really good, he needed to resist the temptation.

“Haven’t you heard of AniMagic Toys before, Laurie?” Rob asked, still using a pet name, and Laurence tried not to tremble at the sound of it. “They’re made for a night of fun and exploration. Only you’ve worn yours wrong, so who knows what’s going to happen to you.”

Laurence groaned and sank back onto the couch. “This is a nightmmmm-are. This can’t be happening. It’s a dream, or…or you drugged me. Whatever you gave me! What was it?”

Rob laughed and shook his head. “That was weed, baby. I don’t lace my drugs. And you were changing before I even got here, silly. Such a cute little girl—I bet you’ll be an even cuter cow.” Then he took his seat beside Laurence again, even as Laurence pulled away from him. He wrapped his arm around the back of the couch, and after a moment he began stroking her hair again. Laurence shivered, but couldn’t bring himself to move his head away. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“Yooou creep,” Laurence muttered, but he couldn’t deny the excitement pooling in his core, especially when his voice caught and he extended his vowels. It was almost like her body was getting turned on by the things that Rob said to her. Not that he liked them. He had never had any kind of feelings for Rob, of course. He wasn’t gay. But now he was in the body of a woman, and she was making him feel all kinds of confusing things. Like how Rob’s messy blond hair was always perfectly styled, or how his damn eyes made her legs weak, or how he really, really couldn’t stop looking down at the bulge in Rob’s jeans. It was almost sickening, thinking about his roommate’s cock in his mouth, about how it had just been grinding up against his own crotch as if it was normal.

But he…he liked…it. He loved it.

With a despairing moan, Laurence put his head in his chubby, girly hands and buried his face. He didn’t know what to think anymore, and whatever girl hormones were running rampant in his body now were making everything feel so sensual. Why did this fat girl’s body have to feel so good? Why…why was the thought of being a man making her panic? She was supposed to be a man, so why was she starting to prefer being a girl? Laurence grabbed chunks of his hair, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried so hard to clear the fog away from his mind.

It was…

She didn’t…want…to be a cow?

A cow…

Lorraine gasped and moaned as she felt heat pooling low in her belly. “Oh, muh…oh muh-my Goood!” As the feeling pushed outward, four spots formed in a patch of skin between her cock and her belly button. The points swelled slightly, forming into tiny nipples before the skin softened and expanded beneath them. As her nipples grew into small teats, they darkened in color, constantly tight and sensitive. They send thrills of pleasure up and down her spine each time she bumped the area. When her fingers explored the area, she felt the small patch of soft, thin kin, and when she touched one of the nipples, her fingers automatically squeezed it. “Ahh!—Mmaah! M—Mmmoooo!”

The nipples on her abdomen grew longer with her attention, quickly becoming teats as a tiny, compact udder hid between her tummy and her cock. She came when she milked herself for the first time, just her pussy clamping weakly down when she grabbed her teats and squeezed them. Only a weak dribble of thin milk leaked from her nipples, but it was enough for her to squeal and low in ecstasy, her voice slightly muffled by her growing tongue and widening nose. As her nose grew, it began to move downward and the entire bottom half of her face creaked forward.

She screamed in pain as the bones of her jaw lengthened and the bridge of her nose widened further. Then something in her nose popped, her nostrils flared, and her head spun as the scent of her musk and Rob’s filled her nose and her brain. It smelled so good, and as the pain causing her eyes to water faded, she slowly forgot about how bad it had felt. All she could remember now was that it smelled really good. Her tiny, broad muzzle had taken on a slightly squarish shape, and she licked her thick lips as she felt the changes.

“Lorraine?”

His voice came to her distantly, as if he were speaking from another room, but when she opened her eyes, she saw he was sitting next to her on the couch, running his hand through her hair again and looking worriedly into her eyes. She could feel his thigh against the top of her head, his fingertips against her scalp, and it felt magical.

Then she let her eyes slide closed again and held her breath, letting all her stress flow out of her when she exhaled. Her legs curled behind her on the couch, and she couldn’t help herself from nuzzling a bit closer to Rob’s warm body.

“Lorraine?” He had definitely been calling her for awhile, and she had only noticed now. Lorraine blushed, unable to stop herself from smiling,

“I’m here,” she said. “I just needed to remember that I’m not actually a girl. It’s getting so hard.” She giggled, and then bit her lip when Rob reached down to hold her breasts again. He was so gentle when he did it, Lorraine thought he must have done this many times before. It drove her mad, the way he was able to tease the most sensitive parts of her but kept her from her orgasm. He was starting it again, massaging her breasts and gently twisting her nipples as they became more and more sensitive, until the heat boiling within her was brimming and ready to overflow, and then he let go and returned his hand to her head.

She bucked her hips, so close to cumming again, but it eluded her. She found she could only lay face-up or face-down on the couch, as her horns were getting in the way. At a foot long, they began to turn upward and grew again, this time getting thicker as well. Soon they might poke into Rob’s thigh, but for the moment it was all right.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Rob murmured, his hand moving downward as it traced the curve of her shoulder and the bend of her plump elbow. “You had me worried there for a moment.”

“Don’t be silly,” Lorraine laughed, reaching up to tickle his chin. “Of course I’m okay!” She wiggled her plump ass, her tail pressed between her buttocks, and played with her little udder as Rob attended to her breasts. From the small of her back, and growing up the middle of her back, short brown and white hairs sprouted from her smooth skin and spread across her shoulder blades and her ass. Her back tickled and itched, and her skin twitched as it was covered by soft, short fur.

As she thrust her hips in a steady rhythm along to his touch, Lorraine let her mind begin to wander. Her thick fingernails began to grow wider, extending around the entire tips of her fingers and covering the top to completely engulf her fingers in hard, dark nails. It left her fingers shorter, and her nails significantly larger, but she scarcely noticed more than a distinct coolness when she touched her udder. Her mind was too busy wondering if she could get Rob to fuck her. Four of her toes on each foot had melded into two, and as her large toes shrank in size and rose higher on her foot, her feet began to appear more like hooves. Her toenails followed the same pattern as her fingers, but went much further, until what she had left could barely be called feet.

More hair grew in splotches and varying sizes of spots over her back, abdomen, and down her legs. Eventually it reached her face and her arms, covering every part of her body except for her teats. Lorraine moaned as she rubbed her hands up and down her sides, basking in the way rubbing her fur against the grain felt. She was almost done. She was beginning to feel it now.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rob whispered.

“Mmmh—mmooooo!” Lorraine replied, tickled and pleased by his attention. Her flat teeth clamped down against each other as he touched a particularly sensitive spot, and a tremor passed through her body.

“It’s hard to believe you were ever a man.”

“What?” Lorraine asked, raising her muzzle as he spoke and looking searchingly into his eyes. What did he mean by that? That she was ever a man? Whatever did that mean? She wasn’t…that was to say, she wasn’t…a man…right? He was just joking around, just telling little lies to tease her. Right?

There was no way she would forget being a man, right? Lorraine thought really hard, racking her brain for any memory of not being a girl, but she could find none. She was really a girl! Just like she thought! Still, something about his words had shaken her, reminded her of something incredibly familiar hiding just at the periphery of her memory. She was pretty sure she was a girl and had always been one, but something about that thought bugged her like it was incorrect.

Lorraine looked down at herself to make sure. “What? Fur?” she asked herself weakly as she saw the white and ruddy brown fur covering her body. Was that…wrong? She didn’t remember having so much fur, but she couldn’t have just grown all of this so fast. And…had she always had a tiny udder below her tummy?

She rubbed her face in thought, the hard, keratin tips of her fingers running smoothly over the shape of her muzzle and the soft skin of her wide nose. Then she met Rob’s gaze again, looking shyly up into his perfect eyes, and let her finger pull on her bottom lip. She needed something from him, something important, but it was slipping her mind. Lorraine knew that he had the answer because he was so smart. She just hoped that he would also tell her, because she wanted to know too. As her tail flapped against the cushion beneath her, she reached up to grab Rob’s hand, and they intertwined their fingers. Then Lorraine giggled, a little bashful, and finally posed the question:

“F-fuck me?”