Widow's Pride

Widow’s Pride
Amy Westland, 35 had been trying to cope on her own for many months now but ever since that fateful day when she succumbed to her pride.

It all began days after her husband’s funeral; many of the farm hands had left since that fatal accident. Since then she had taken charge of the farm that once was run by her husband but there was one thing that sat on her mind every day.
She had never run the farm on her own, true is was a great achievement and she wanted to make her husband proud but running it solo was a hard job.

With her daughter helping out as much as she could and the remaining farm hands doing their best as well but in their honest opinion the farm wouldn’t survive under her hands.

It was a late Friday evening, Amy had gone down to her local pub, “The Bull’s Horns” for a few drinks but the minute she walked through the door she could hear people talking about her and the farm.
“The farm’s ruined” said one voice.
“No more fresh crops” said another.
“And with no cattle or bull. It’s a disgrace James would turn in his grave” came another voice.

Amy stopped and quickly left the pub, she was almost in tears as she headed down the dimly lit street when she stopped and turned towards a strange voice.
“Having trouble with your farm???” came the voice.
Amy turned to see an old woman walking from out of the shadows.
“What would you know about it!” Amy grumbled.
“I know that you’ve lost your prize cattle and bull and have no way to prove those who laugh at you wrong” replied the old woman.
“Yeah but there is no way” replied Amy with a sigh.
“Maybe there is......I have a way for you to keep that farm going. But it will require sacrifice” began the woman.
“Well i don’t know about that” Amy interrupted.
“Well, i suppose if you want your pride to fall and everyone to doubt your pride anymore” smirked the woman.

Amy quickly thought about what the woman had said, yes the farm was a great part of her pride as it was an achievement to run and it would be a greater achievement to make the farm a big success.
“Now wait a minute” she stammered, “What kind of sacrifice are we talking about?”
“Well as i said it would be a big sacrifice and one that cannot be reversed” began to woman again, “It requires you to take this vial contain a special serum that will change you into the new livestock”

After a bit more talk from both sides, Amy decided to take the vial, but was still wondering whether or not it would be a good idea to take the serum. It would cost her humanity as well as her body and human life.
She didn’t even sleep that night with the weight of decisions on her mind. By the next morning she had finally made up her mind.
Slowly and carefully she crept out of the house and made her towards the barn where the cattle were kept.
She had no idea of her this serum worked but she had a guess.

She found the most discreet spot and the most spacious which was where the bull would have been kept.

Quickly she downed the serum and choked on the aftertaste, suddenly she began to feel strange almost alien.
She untied her dressing gown and dropped it on the floor shortly followed by her bra and knickers.
“I don’t suppose I’d need them anymore!” she thought.

Suddenly she shuddered, not because of the draft coming in but from the feeling from her breasts as they split into two and the four breasts began to swell up. She could already feel the weight gaining in them

Her head began to ache as two small lumps formed under her forehead skin, a third lump developed on her tailbone but this lump didn’t seem to be staying a lump. As slowly it extended outwards causing Amy to close her eyes, even though it wasn’t painful but the feel of her spine pushing outwards stretching the skin.

The weight on her breasts seemed to want to drag her down to the ground, quite literally as they began to move South. In the process her hips and waist widened and her crotch moved back towards her rear end as her four swollen teats moved into position in between her legs.

Amy felt the weight of her breasts getting heavier with each passing second and knew what it was. Her nipples had also split when her breasts had split and these four nipples extended slightly outwards.

Amy knelt down on the ground her new udder sloshing about, Amy was wondering what would come next and her tail had already reached its full length with a brown tufted tip of fur.

Her fingers began to click and crack as the moved closer together; Amy winced and gritted her teeth  as it hurt for a while but soon she found the feeling fading from her hands overall, she opened her eyes her stared at them. Two black nails were covering what looked like a pair of fleshy mittens but soon she recognised what her hands had become.

Amy gagged as she tried to say what her hands had become but suddenly she let out a loud and low bellow. She tried to say again but bellowed.
Deep down she knew that the serum was working fast to make her the pride of the farm but also further down she knew that this was the end for her.

A ticklish feeling spread over her body as a fine layer of brown hair grew out from her skin.
Amy began to feel bloated as her legs and chest began to put on weight slowly at first but it began to increase quite rapidly.
Instinctively she got to all fours as her heels began to rise up into the air but the little voice in the back of her head it felt like at bad idea as her back cracked and realigned itself to lock her on all fours. Her toes went the same way as her fingers as the hair spread up from the hooves.

She bellowed as she felt the tiny voice battling away at the bovine that was slowly taking over her mind. Now it seemed like a big idea.
Suddenly her ears grew point and longer as they poked out of her head and that’s when she heard faint footsteps coming towards her.

Amy didn’t dare bellow as the lumps under her forehead skin burst through growing into two horns or as her neck thickened and lengthened slightly.
Then she saw who it was....
“Mom, what the hell has happened to you?” cried out her daughter Alice.
“Moo” replied her mother who was more cow now.
“You look like a cow, why?” asked Alice still trying to get over the shock of her mother.
Amy concentrated and moved back revealing the empty vial.
Alice walked over and picked it up, “Oh” she gasped as she began to piece together everything, “Let me guess you’ve had enough of those folks in town laughing at you so you set out to prove them wrong by becoming the first of a new herd”
Amy lowered her head as her nose flattened out, it widened along with her nostrils, and her top lip seemed to disappear as it fused with her nose. The hairs thickened all over her body as thick hair grew on her face. Amy’s black hair feel out as a lone tear leaked out of her right eye as her mouth and nose pulled forwards into a muzzle.
Alice petted her mother’s coat on her snout as she held back her tears she knew deep down her mother had done this for her father and for the pride of the farm but none she had lost her mother and her father.
A few minutes later Alice, grabbed a bucket and a stool and positioned the bucket under her mother’s udder and began to pull at the teats carefully milking the fresh milk when she heard a commotion coming from outside.
“Listen here Alice, you mother will be pleased.” Called a farm hand as he walked into the barn.
“Oh, i see you found out already!” he stammered as he saw Alice milking a cow.
“Found what out?” asked Alice more puzzled then anything.
“The herd has return. Granted that the bull isn’t with them but the herd is back” cheered the farm hand as he left the barn.
Alice sighed as she could swear she saw a deep regret setting into her mother’s eyes.

“The End???”