Published: Mar 20, 2024
My one-hundred and seventh caption, this time the finale to the Haven Farms series and my 3k special! I hope you all enjoy it, and thank you everyone who helped me reach this new milestone! I couldn't have done it without all of you.
Gabby has been working alongside her father ever since he started Haven Farms, but despite getting to work with the cowgirls she loves, she's continually tempted by the allure of the hexed collars from the "old country" she and her father use to make them…
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It had been nearly a whole year since the MaidMilk product line had exploded, carried heavily by a genius marketing campaign and three milky friends who were happy to help with the photoshoots. The Owner’s daughter, Gabby, had been quite busy all that time, so much so that she hadn’t actually been able to interact with them. The sheer demand from the Strawberry and MaidMilk lines had required her to spend more time in an administrative role, especially as her father hired actual farmhands to do the rounds, milking the girls. Luckily for her and her father, the hexes on their collars meant only the two of them could see their true forms, meaning there weren’t any “uncomfortable questions” they had to answer since, from their perspective, they were just regular cows. Then again, some of them mentally were at this point. No harm no foul in most cases, at least they were happy.
Still, the personal, mental toll of handling those girls day-by-day for so long had really left a long-standing impression on Gabby. Her tastes had always been a little… eccentric, but after she and her father began using magic to turn these former men into her idea of a fantasy wet dream, her obsession with the girls had only grown stronger. She loved everything about them, from their transformations, their perfect, cute faces, the outfits they wore, and their curves. Their thick, milky curves. To her, getting to squeeze one of their nipples, watching their faces explode in ecstasy as creamy, tasty milk shot out, was enough to make her equally hot and bothered. The odd part was, Gabby never even had sexual thoughts about regular women or even men in that regard. but when it came to the girls, well… she was over the moon. Her obsessions had been quite obvious to all the girls, and she was aware there had been some gossip between them in that regard, but her father must have started catching onto her… proclivities too. It would explain all her office time as of late.
Still, even when she was interacting regularly with the girls, there was always something that was missing. No matter how many times she milked them, teased them, and made them wear special outfits, there was always something else she wanted, something they couldn’t provide. Something… forbidden. “Unacceptable”, her father called it way back.
The idea of becoming one of the girls herself. To join them in a stall, and be carelessly milked all day. To be big, full of milk, sloshing around, possibly even borderline immobile.
When Gabby had suggested something similar to her father way back, he had given her a whole list of reasons why putting one of the hexed collars on a woman was a very bad idea. They had been designed specifically to take advantage of a male’s overall larger body mass to create larger “udders” on the end result, and even then the transformations weren’t always perfect, resulting in variations depending on weight, race, and age. If one of these collars were attached to a woman, the combined hexes would be forced to flood the wearer with additional magical energy to make up for the lack of body mass. This meant that a woman’s curves would explode to massive, immeasurable sizes, something that would be rather… difficult to handle. The only women to ever wear the collars had been ones like Gabby’s mother back where her father used to live in eastern Europe, before fleeing to the United States. She had been transformed long before Gabby was born, and still lived back there in the remote village, providing for that community as part of an old tradition.
The “tradition” had actually been part of the reason why he had fled with Gabby to the United States. Men weren’t supposed to mate with these women who provided for the village without being elders, but Gabby’s father had disobeyed these rules, conceiving Gabby in relative secrecy. Obviously, it had been impossible to hide it forever, especially when her water broke and she went into labor. As soon as Gabby had been born, they had been forced out of the village, but not before her father had taken one of the collars for himself. Years later, it was still impossible for either of them to go back, but Gabby’s father had successfully duplicated the collars and their hexes, using them to start the new business.
Having no photos or any real idea of what her mother looked like, Gabby could only imagine the sight, a cow woman with breasts so big moving around was just about impossible.
As she tried to imagine it in her head, she sat in the middle of the grazing area with one of the hexed collars in her hand, feeling its faint warmth as it generated slight magical energy. She knew one thing for sure… she wanted to be one of the girls, to be the biggest, bustiest, milkiest girl on the farm, forever relegated to the simple job of being human cattle. There were two things keeping her from taking the plunge, however. One, it would be completely, 100% permanent. While the changes in the other girls could be modified and reversed, the surge of power this collar would put into Gabby would make her new, milky form completely irreversible. Nothing would change that, no matter how hard her father tried.
Gabby’s father had obviously been the second reason. He didn’t want his only daughter to end up stuck as livestock, to basically become something that wasn’t a normal human being. He wanted her to have a normal life, to be a good woman and get married to an equally good, strong local man. Despite the traditional American upbringing she had, something just kept pulling her back towards these collars. Maybe it was part of her mother that had been imprinted on her, maybe it really was a fetish… she just didn’t know.
Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes, pulling the collar up to her neck and feeling its warmth increase. She held it there, clasp just on the edge of being secured, feeling that power trying to pour into her. As if “edging” herself with this collar wasn’t risky enough, she also dragged one of her hands down towards her crotch, getting ready to rub herself before a familiar voice shouted “Hiya!”. In her surprise, she pushed the collar the last few millimeters needed to lock it around her neck, flooding her body with magical energy.
She whipped around to see Lucia-078 had walked up to her, her expression still quite calm, friendly and ditzy even as Gabby narrowed her eyes on the cow girl. The woman didn’t have any time to say anything before staggering forwards, practically falling into Lucia as the changes quickly began taking off. Gabby’s once modest, B-cup breasts began to explode, radiating an immense amount of heat as her whole body lit up, feeling like it was inside an oven. As this happened, her backside also increased greatly in mass, a spotted tail sprouting from her tailbone, complete with a little tuft of hair, matching what she had on her head. Her rapidly-expanding breasts continued to grow, surpassing the size of bean bag chairs as her nipples grew too, now the size of traffic cones. Finally, her breasts settled on a gargantuan size, practically burying the other, now fellow, cow girl under her teats.
“O-O-O-OH!” Gabby practically stuttered out in pleasure, her nerves unable to fully comprehend what had happened to her body. “Oh my God, oh my Goooooooood~… I feel so…”
Gabby’s own thought processes were cut off as she felt Lucia grab a handful of her own new tit flesh, sending further, incomprehensible signals up her spine. It was enough to make the massive cow woman shudder, similar to having someone’s cold hand go up your shirt. This feeling only increased as Lucia increased her grip, trying to pull herself out. Enjoying the feeling, Gabby began pushing herself down even harder, wanting to experience the squirming sensation as long as possible. Minutes later, she came, letting out a loud “MOOO!~”
Gabby’s new tail wagged wildly as she decreased the pressure, allowing the smaller cow girl to escape the confines of her mountainous mammaries. Though she was clearly out of breath, Lucia’s cheery, bubbly disposition had remained. In fact, despite her previous predicament, she was now enthralled by her new sister, fascinated with Gabby’s size.
“Wowie, Owner’s daughter looks so… warm and squishy!” Lucia cooed, leaning in towards Gabby’s face, rubbing her hands on her new ears and horns. “So… cuuuute!~”
Gabby, still basking in the afterglow of her transformation and subsequent orgasm, pulled Lucia in, giving the bubbly cowgirl a deep kiss. This is what she was meant to be.
Obviously, it didn’t take long for Gabby’s father to discover what she had done. Though he was highly disappointed that his daughter had done this to herself, he didn’t have much choice but to accept what had happened to her. After some time, he had a special stall built just for her, with larger, industrial-grade pumps specially built just for emptying her massive, lactating udders. Though Gabby had undergone a full transformation, she also retained her smarts, allowing her to work remotely from her stall on the business end of things while she was in the process of being milked. Even though she hadn’t intended for this to happen, she didn’t regret one single bit of what had happened to her. All the girls, though initially shocked that the “Owner’s daughter” had become one of them, she was quickly accepted regardless, especially since she couldn’t grope them anymore.
There was one final, unintended… consequence to Gabby’s transformation. She didn’t have the reality-bending hex the other girls had to hide her true form, meaning her father had to hire a special handler for her and her alone. He was a large, buff man with a kind, gentle personality, and it didn’t take long for him and Gabby to hit it off. Though she was sure her father had “matched” them together intentionally, their feelings for each other were quite genuine, and it didn’t take long before she begged him to breed her like her mother had done so long ago back in the old country. After all, she had to keep up at least some part of the family tradition, right? She owed her father that much after her transformation…