It's National Milk Day in the U.S. of A. so I sort of had to write a cowgirl cap. Obviously!
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Dan groaned, groggily opening his eyes as the smell of bacon stirred him awake. He felt his shoulders relax from being held tense as the smell of greasy bacon wafting through the air could only mean one thing. It was Saturday. He kicked his blankets off then rolled out of bed and proceeded down the hallway. As soon as he entered the living room he heard the voice of his wife, Megan, call out from the kitchen.
“You up, Dan? I have a cup of coffee ready right here for you.”
“I’m up sweetie.” He shambled on over to the kitchen, rubbing what sleep remained from his eyes as he did so. “How long have you been up?”
“Less than an hour.” She placed the tongs she was holding down, propping it up on the edge of the skillet, and turned towards her hubby. “Come here!” She held her arms open as she breached the gap between them and embraced Dan in a tight hug. “I made your coffee just how you like it. No sugar and no cream.”
“Thanks Meg,” he planted a kiss on her cheek and pulled away from her, “You’re the only sugar I need in the morning.” Even as they changed through the years Dan loved Megan all the same. She wasn’t the same slim, typical girl he met back in college as after pushing out two children, raising them until they were ready to live on their own, and overall having a much healthier relationship with her own body she had put on a bit of weight that left her chubby. But that just gave Dan more of her to love and as long as she was happy he was too. He grabbed his cup of morning joe from off the corner while Megan returned to in front of the oven, taking a long sip of her own cream colored coffee she had made for herself before picking up the tongs and flipping the sizzling bacon. Dan on the other hand went back out to the living room where he plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. They had been married long enough that he knew to stay out of her way when she was cooking, plus they had a system that just worked for them. She loved cooking but hated doing dishes and Dan couldn't boil an egg without messing it up so he’d clean up after each meal.
The news announcer was already mid-report when the TV came on. The anchor sat rigid at his desk, eyes fixed on the camera. “Authorities are confirming a newly discovered strain of mad cow disease,” he said. “Effective immediately, all major dairy brands have issued a nationwide recall. Viewers are advised to check their refrigerators and throw out any affected products.” A lineup of familiar cartons flashed in the corner of the screen. “If you have consumed milk from any of these brands within the last few days, please self-quarantine and contact your local officials for further instructions.” He shuffled his papers, voice thinning at the edges. “More updates to come as this situation develops.”
“Hey Meg?” Dan shouted over the sound of the TV and crackling of bacon grease. He couldn’t break his eyes away from the news as it transitioned into an interview with the head of the health administration. “You went grocery shopping yesterday, correct?”
“Yeah?” There was a short lapse before she continued. “Why do you ask?”
The head of the health administration droned on about the side-effects this new strain of mad cow disease had on humans and why they were asking folks to self-quarantine if they were infected. First signs of infection were fever and signs of brain fog. After that the infected would undergo a rapid mutation process followed by elevated and extreme emotions from hormone buildup. None of what they said sounded too severe but the constant tugging at their shirts collar and nervous glances directly at the camera made Dan uneasy. “Please stay inside your homes and if someone you live with has been infected I would recommend finding a safe or secure room away from them until authorities can arrive.
Dan scrambled to his feet and dashed into the kitchen where he made a bee-line for the fridge. He swung the door open and began rummaging through everything, removing any dairy and slamming into a pile on the counter. “Did you drink any of this?”
“Hmm?”
The smell of burnt bacon suddenly hitting his nose took Dan by surprise. He shut the door to the fridge and looked over at Megan who seemed to be spacing out, not paying attention to the skillet right in front of her. “Babe? Did you have any dairy today?” He cautiously approached her, placing the back of his hand on her forehead as he reached for the stoves knob and turned the stovetop off. She felt like she was burning up and her reaction to him checking her temperature was delayed by an alarming amount of seconds. She didn’t answer but Dan got his answer when he spotted her near empty mug of coffee sitting next to the stove made with tons of creamer, just the way she likes it. “Oh no… Babe?” He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her so she was facing him.
Megan slowly blinked but eventually looked up at Dan. “Heeeyyyyyy darling. What do you need?”
Dan felt the blood drain from his face. The love of his life was running a fever and was in some sort of dissociative state, clearly already infected with this new strain of mad cow disease. What was it the guy on the news said? That the next thing was rapid mutations? But they didn’t say what kind of mutations… “Meg,” Dan spun her around every which way, craning his head as he looked over his wife’s body for any signs of physical changes. “Does anything feel off or weird?”
“Hmm…” She thought long and hard. “Not really. My chest is a bit itchy, my head feels funny, and my lower back feels a bit off.”
Dan spun Megan around so that she was facing away from him and began inspecting her backside. He couldn't find anything off with her at a glance but when he lifted her pajama shirt up he saw it. Sticking out over her panties was a small nub with sparse yet bushy hair bundled up at its tip. “Is that a tail? Megan are you- WOAH!” Even facing away from him he could make out some changes happening on her head as he looked up from her lower back. Two hard keratin nubs had poked through her hair on top of her head and her ears had started to grow a bit of peach fuzz as well as grow a bit elongated. He spun Megan around once more so that she was facing him, planted his hands on her shoulder once again, and gently shook her. “Are you okay?! Does it hurt?”
Megan shook her head. “No. Just feels weird.” She brought a hand up to her chest and began scratching at the underside of her boob. As she dug her fingers into her breast two dark patches began to form on her shirt, right at the tip of her tits about where her nipples were.
“Oh no. Meg, I’m going to need you to stay in the house. You came down with a disease and we need to stay quarantined. Do you understand?” Megan blankly stared at him, almost as if the words he had just said to her had traveled in one fluffy ear and out the other. But right before he became distraught something seemed to click in her mind.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “I can do that.”
“Good! Good… Now,” Dan took a step back from Megan followed by another. “I’m gonna go to our room and call the authorities so they can come down and get you help. If you need me just knock on the door.”
“Okay!” She gave him a wide smile not fitting for the situation they found themselves in but she at least showed no signs of wanting to leave the house.
Dan tentatively took one last step away from her before turning and sprinting to their bedroom. He slammed the door shut, making sure to lock the door behind him before going to grab his phone from his nightstand. His hands shook as he typed in the emergency hotline number. He paced the room, running his hands through his hair every now and then as he was kept on hold. The automated answering machine kept reassuring him that someone would be with him shortly but after an hour of stressfully waiting he had gotten nowhere.
Knock Knock Knock Knock “Babe?~” Megan’s muffled voice called out from just outside the bedroom door. “Are you in there? I- I need you Dan.~” Her voice sounded breathy, almost husky as she tried the door handle once more.
“I’m here babe!” Dan answered. “They still have me on hold. I’ll be with you in just a sec!”
“Just a sec?” Megan whined. A soft thud could be heard landing against the door as she leaned against it. “I can’t wait a sec! Honey, I need you now!~” She tried the handle again but this time with a lot more force behind it, almost as if she was upset by it. “Babe!~ Let me in!”
Dan stepped away from the door, his back bumping into the wall furthest from it. He was mortified by the aggressive rattles of the door knobs, mortified about what the vague symptoms the news had told him really entailed. Eventually Megan gave up on the door and he heard her grumble as she stomped away. “Phew!” He exhaled, releasing the tension he had been holding in his shoulders as he did so. His relief was short lived however as a soft thud rang out from the bedroom door once again and he heard what sounded like a key being inserted followed by a click and the door handle being turned. Dan had forgotten about the spare key they left in the garage!
“Darling!~” The door swung open giving Dan a good look at what had happened to his wife. She was a bit more plump overall, her jiggling belly had caused her pajama top to ride up exposing her thick thighs and bare pussy which dripped with her juices. Behind her a long cow tail swished and flicked with excitement. Her new cow ears wiggled as soon as her eyes landed on Dan. And poking through her hair on top of her head were two short yet fully developed cow horns. “I need you babe.~ Come here!” She had a ravenous look in her eyes and those paired with her drooling genitals and full face blush told Dan exactly what Megan meant when she said that. She lunged for him, grabbing his wrists with her hands as she pushed him to the ground. He didn’t remember her being this strong. Her eyes weren’t on his face, instead her gaze drifted lower to his crotch. She let go of his wrists just to grab a handful of his pants fabric in her fist and tear it clean off of his legs. His boxers followed in the same suit, leaving his entire bottom half completely nude. “There it is!~” She lifted her hips off of his legs and shimmied forward, positioning her moist cunt right above his erect cock before slamming her hips back down onto him, enveloping his dick within her warm folds.
“Meg?! I don’t think now is the time for this!” She didn’t answer him, only widening her smile as she looked down at him.
“Shhh~ Danny~” She reached up to her left breast, grabbed her shirt, and just like his pants and boxers she tore it open exposing her tit to him. Just like the rest of her it had gotten considerably more plump, the swollen and taut orb jiggling and swaying on her chest as she began to lean forward. “Open wide! You didn’t have breakfast afterall!~” Her painfully erect nipple was guided towards his mouth, dripping its rich cream along his torso and soaking into his shirt. Her boob dwarfed his face as she pressed it into him, leaving him no choice but to accept her horny demands. The nipple barely fit into his mouth, making it difficult to suck on it like she wanted him to but even then the overflow of milk from her teats spilled into his mouth, filling it with the sweetest, best tasting milk he had ever had before. “There you go~” Megan cooed. “Drink it all up.~”