Lost Lamb
Added 2024-07-13 01:50:31 +0000 UTC"Well lookit you, darlin'," the creepy farmer said to her, driving his herd of sheep up the trail she was walking. "You look like a little lost lamb. Anythin' I kin do to help?"
"I'm fine, thanks, I'm not lost," she said curtly. She gave him a wide berth as she sidled past, and kept one hand on her mace. Something didn't feel right about him.
"Didn't say you was lost, just that you looked like a lost lamb. Don't worry, you'll be found soon enough," he said with a grin. She took off running, hearing his laughter fade into the distance.
She desperately wanted to head back to town now, but it was behind her...back toward the farmer she never wanted to see again. She hoped this trail would loop back around to civilization.
After a few minutes, her shirt felt tight, constricting her, and especially squeezing at her chest. She pulled and rubbed at it, but it felt strange, thicker...she went to adjust her bra, only to discover that her tits weren't there anymore. In terror, she looked down to discover that they were crawling down her body, shifting lower, under a shirt that had gone stark white and wooly. She grabbed them in a panic, lifting, trying in vain to stop their march downward, even as she watched her pants convert to a wool coat as well. A sudden dull ache in her hands and feet soon revealed that they were becoming hooves...she felt a draft on her nether regions, and as her teats settled into position, she heard the farmer's laugh approaching...
