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Dave looked out at the horizon where the sun was just beginning to rise. The rooster crowed as he yawned and set off for the field to take care of his chores.

Dave was a stocky man, well-built for his job as a farm hand. Some might say his demeanor was a bit less than suitable, however, but no one had complained to him yet. He walked into the chicken coop and started gathering eggs. Some of the hens protested, startled by his noisy entry, but Dave pushed them aside and took what he had come for. He spread some feed in the pen and closed up to take care of the rest of the animals.

On his way to the barn, Dave thought he heard someone around the far side. He leaned out around the corner to take a look but didn’t see anyone. Probably one of the kids, he thought and walked inside.

Dave immediately noticed the cows were extra loud this morning. He glanced at the empty troughs and noticed they had probably missed a meal.

“Stinks for you,” he muttered, hoping he wasn’t the one responsible. It was supposed to be sunny today, so he could them out to graze after milking. The cows were especially grouchy as he attempted this, which only made him sore. “Hold still or I’ll jack you one,” he warned. In response, the cow aimed a kick at his head, only missing by inches. “Damn it!” he cursed, and gave her an extra hard squeeze. The cow bellowed in outrage and tried to kick him again, but he dodged out of the way with the pail in hand. Before he could gloat, he heard the bell ringing up by the house. Breakfast was ready.

“Hmm,” Dave wondered, stroking his chin in mock contemplation. “I could let you all out now, or I could go eat.

The cows did not respond.

“Ah, you don’t look that famished anyway. Be back… well, sooner or later.”

He walked out of the barn and shut the door. He was surprised to see Tiffany, the farm owner’s younger daughter standing outside.

“Hey,” he said awkwardly. “Was that you I heard earli-”

“I heard the way you’re treating the animals,” she said quietly.


“I know you’ve been mistreating them for a long time.”

Dave scratched his head. He couldn’t remember even speaking with Tiffany before, and now she was talking like she’d known him for ages. “Look kid, they’re just animals.”

“They don’t like you.”

“That’s too bad for them,” Dave shrugged. “Your dad owns them, and he pays me to take care of them. Anyway, I’m going to get breakfast, you can stay here if you want.”

He hurried off to the house. That kid creeped him out, he’d have to try and avoid her in the future.

Dave sat down with the family and the other workers to a good breakfast, served by the farmer’s wife and two daughters. He eyed Tiffany closely as she handed him his coffee, but she didn’t return his gaze. She must’ve just needed to vent, he figured.

“How’re the animals, Dave?” the farmer asked casually.

“I think someone forgot to feed the cows late yesterday,” he replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Who was working with them yesterday?”

“Wasn’t it you, Dave?” a field worker, Terrence wondered.

“Nope,” Dave lied. “Must’ve been Steve. I’ll have a word with him.” He downed his coffee in one draught and set the cup down. “I better get back out there and let the cows out. Good breakfast, ma’am.”

He hurried outside and shoved his hands in his pockets. Wasn’t a big deal, he supposed. They’d graze all day and be fine by evening. His head itched and he scratched it.

As he opened the door to the barn, a strange queasiness came over him. “Oof… drank the coffee too fast…” he sat down on a bale of hay, waiting for the gas to pass, but it didn’t. Instead he started to feel worse. “Urg… what in the… that kid!”

Tiffany must have slipped him something. Ooh, that little brat, what’d she put, a laxative in his coffee? Her father wouldn’t be happy to hear about that, whether he was talking bad to the animals or not. His hands and feet started to itch and he looked down, gasping in shock.

His fingernails had turned thick and black. “What the hell?!” Dave shouted, leaping to his feet, only to stumble and sit back down again. All over his body, he could feel things that shouldn’t be. His chest was barreling outward, his upper arms and thighs were growing, and his spine felt like it was about to break.

Dave rolled up his sleeve as quickly as he could, and saw that the muscle in his arm was growing rapidly, and changing from his tight, good tone to a fat, meaty kind of muscle. His sleeves both ripped, as did the front of his shirt as his chest continued to expand.

“What’s happening? What the hell is going on?!” Dave shouted desperately. He turned to look out the door, but it suddenly slammed shut and latched. “HEY!” he yelled. He stood to go to the door, but found himself unable to walk.

Dave’s shoes both tore at the top, and he tripped, falling out of them. He looked at his feet and saw they were both split hooves. He looked at his hands and watched as his thumbs shrank and migrated north. “Oh god,” he whispered before climbing back upright again and grabbing hold of the stall doors to support his growing frame. It felt like he was standing on his tiptoes, but he no longer had heels. The only way he could still stand were the massive quadriceps he was now packing.

“HEY!” he yelled again, banging his hardened hands on the door. “Who’s out there!? Let me out!”

He heard a giggle and looked up at a window near the ceiling, where Tiffany sat on the sill, watching and laughing.

“You did this!” Dave accused, feeling his sinus cavity crush together and begin to expand. He grabbed at his face as his jaw pushed outward.

“Don’t worry,” Tiffany called down. “I’m just showing you that these animals have feelings too.”

Dave was too distracted to answer by his face morphing into that of a cattle’s. He touched the stubby horns on his head and realized they had been there far longer than he first thought. His nose grew until it filled half his vision, but then his face stretched farther so his eyes moved to either side of his head.

By now he had grown so much that his overalls were tearing all over. He tried to unbutton the clasps, but his hands were barely hands anymore. Soon they had shredded entirely and he stood in his torn shirt and ragged underwear. Now Dave could see his swelling belly and a growing pinkness to it.

“No!” Dave shouted desperately. “No, not that! Please, Tiffany!”

“You’re too angry all the time,” Tiffany replied. “Bulls are angry too, so I didn’t think you’d like that.”

The changes around his body continued as his udder slowly gained shape, but it easily maintained his focus throughout its growth. His spine continued expanding until it grew right out of his rear as his pink belly swelled up like a balloon. His tongue grew larger and filled his still-growing muzzle as tiny red bumps on his belly blew outward into thick teats. He felt changes too fantastic and terrible to describe beneath his underwear as the udder filled up nicely and hung off him like a soggy pink sponge.

Somehow, amidst all this, Dave fell silent. Tiffany stopped her giggling as Dave watched thin fur course its way up and down his cow body, creating a little tuft on the tip of his tail. “Do you like it?” Tiffany asked.

Dave meant to shrug and say “I don’t know,” but instead it came out “Ngahh eunnooow” and he nearly lost his balance. He wasn’t sure what he’d been yelling about earlier. He felt different inside… not just in the way his organs had been terrorized into new places and forms, but in his head too. Everything felt clear and open, like a great weight had been lifted. He realized he probably couldn’t think as well as he could moments ago as a human, but what was there to think about? So he was a cow now. Better get used to it.

It was around then that the farmer opened the door. “Who locked this door… Dave, you in there? …Oh.”

He and Dave exchanged looks as Dave hung onto the stall with weakening arms. Despite having all the features of a cow, he still looked quite human, especially with his few rags left hanging on him.

“Tiffany!” he shouted.

“He was the one that didn’t feed the cows yesterday, Daddy!” Tiffany accused.

“Well that’s no reason to do *this*!”

“He was horrible to the animals!” Tiffany protested. “You know he was!”

“Well…” the farmer scratched his chin as Dave continued looking back at him compliantly. “I suppose that’s true.”

He walked over to Dave and said “What do you think? Do you think you deserved this?”

Dave meant to say “Probably,” but it just came out as a big garbled moo. The farmer chuckled.

“All right, let me help you out here. Easy, girl…” he reached his arms under Dave’s and lifted him off the stall. Standing on all fours didn’t feel right at first, but once he felt his forelegs touch the ground and stepped up and down a few times, it started to feel more natural.

“Give it a moment, you’re still filling out,” he said.

Dave felt his shoulders grind into new, more hip-like structures and his back straightened out. His chest finally came to a stop at its new massive size and his face lost its last few traces of humanity. His fur gained thickness and finally he felt it was over. He was a cow.

The farmer looked around and found something on a nail on the wall. “Here, lucky we have a spare…” he walked over to Dave, who allowed the farmer to tie the cowbell around his neck.

“How do you like that?”

It’s good. “Moo!”

The farmer looked over at the rest of the barn as Dave shook the rags from his back, ringing the bell. “All right, who wants some grass?” he asked.

I do! Dave thought and led the rest outside as the farmer opened the door.

“You keep this up, Tiffany, and I’m going to have to put in new stalls,” the farmer laughed.
This is the closest thing to a TG I'll ever do. Somehow, the concept kept my attention far more than any other TG, and one of the most of any animal. Can't quite figure out why.

Anyway, I like it and I hope you do too. Thanks for looking and commenting!
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dfhsuaifjn Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2011
Yeah... "beneath his underwear". xD TF TGs are funny.
I liked this pretty much. Well, I don't know many stories in which the TG is closer described than in this one, but I prefer them. But you did a very good job: "He felt changes too fantastic and terrible to describe beneath his underwear..." You have found a good way not to describe what was happening. So it's still a great story. Anytime I'll write one myself. I just don't know what about... >_<
Barrel-o-TF Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Heheh, I had to really think hard about that line. I'm glad it worked. :)
6pathsofpain Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2010  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
wow. moo. :iconmoomooplz:
Barrel-o-TF Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Uheh, thanks? ^^;
shadowfox014 Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2010  Professional Filmographer
Very great read! Love the detail and such :3 Great work!
Barrel-o-TF Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for reading and commenting, I'm thrilled you enjoyed it! :D
Nitrinoxus Featured By Owner May 19, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Barrel-o-TF Featured By Owner May 20, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the comment and fav! :D
Nitrinoxus Featured By Owner May 20, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
No prob. Always a pleasure.
Jaco101 Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2009  Student Writer
good job! it was very good. one of the best written pieces in this genre...

keep it up!
Barrel-o-TF Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
You flatter me. :blush:

Jaco101 Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2009  Student Writer
np... you deserve it lol
Oy19 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2009
This is a good peice of work. :)

I'm quite the fan of Cow TFs, and I'm interested in what you've got coming, so keep at it. :)
Barrel-o-TF Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Hey thanks, it means a lot coming from you! :)

I'll be sure to write something up the next time more ideas come to me.
Oy19 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2009
Cool. ^^
EKMKE Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2009
you have a considerable amount of skill in the transformaton area. the other two are slightly unorthodox but still, I enjoyed all three. I recomend continuing your writing but I also recommend variation. Animals and food and whatever comes to mind. I look forward to future work, what ever precise nature of the transformations may be
Barrel-o-TF Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, thanks very much! I've been writing for some time now, but this genre is totally new to me, as you can probably tell. :J

There are a number of TFs I'm very unlikely to touch on, but I'd definitely like to branch out more still. Your comments are much appreciated!
EKMKE Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2009
You're welcome. Actually, it is not that apparent your new. As I said, you have much skill
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