I can never resist a chance to become a cow! And this time I got turned into a cow thanks to  Catrish !

This is the SFW version. Will be uploading the NSFW Version shortly.

I often enjoyed visiting the farm for the peace and tranquility. There's just something about the fresh country air that relaxes me!

Today was a special day, because the farm was selling fun little animal masks! It wasn't just for farm animals, but other animals that one might see in a zoo or circus. Both were relatively close by. There were many choices to pick from, horses are very majestic, donkeys are quite fun, but the one I had my heart set on was the Holstein Cow Mask.

I had always been fascinated by cows. So much good stuff is produced by them; Milk, Ice Cream, Cheese, Butter, and any food that uses any of these as ingridients. I read somewhere that they are pretty much like "big dogs." Because they are very sweet and loving creatures. From my previous visits, I can say that's definitely true! I loved seeing them walk towards me from the otherside of the fence and lick my face. Their soft moos always brining a warm smile to my face as I pet them. Either on their muzzle, behind their ears, or the sides of their fat hides.

I was also fascinated by their udders. How large they were and how much milk they could produce. I had hand milked a cow one or two times before. I was squeamish at first, but mostly because I didn't want to tug to hard and hurt the cow. I had only gotten a few drops in then, but the second time I was able to get a quarter of a bucket full. It was the same cow as well every time. Like she had a strong connection with me.

Well, imagine the surprise when she sees me wearing my cow mask! Maybe she will think I am a cow myself! The moment, or rather I should say... the MOOment has arrived!

I slip the mask on and begin walking towards the fence. The gate into the pasture was open, so I could easily get in.

The strangest thing though as I started walking. I began to feel heavier and my clothes began to tighten. I look at my hands and arms and to my surprise, they were hooves! I tried moving my fingers, but they didn't move! My hands were cow hooves!

Not only that, my arms grew white and black fur! No one was around to help me, so crying out was a futile effort.

My body fat index grew as my belly and thighs expanded, slowly ripping my shirt and jeans until they completely tore out. I was stumbling something major because of this added weight, but I felt my feet also begin turning into hooves.

That's when I fell on my hands and knees, unable to get up as my arms and legs realigned, forcing me to stand on all fours. My shoulders and spine began to realign to accommodate a more quadrupedal stance. Now, I was properly on all fours.

I look around and see my cow friend come towards me. I blush heavily as I felt a little embarassed for her to see me like this. But when she got closer to me, she just happily smiled and flicked her ears. Seeing her tail flick made my own cow tail grow out from behind my back and it too began to swish.

As I looked at her, cow and bovine thoughts began to fill my head. The biggest of which was milking. The thought of just giving milk for hours every day was the spark that made my udder begin to grow. It quickly filled with milk as the pink udder expanded until it was full.

I feel my neck stretch out as the mask began to almost melt into my face. Black and white fur now covering my whole body and face, my ears began to enlargen and increase in flexibility. Not gonna lie, it felt fun to flick my ears like that.

Two horns began to grow out from my forehead, nothing large like a Texas Longhorn, but not short nub horns. Lastly, my face began to stretch into a muzzle. My nose and mouth forming a snout as I felt a bellow within me beginning to grow. Bursting to get out.

Unable to hold back any more, I bellow out a loud "MoooOOOOOOOOOOooo!" as my transformation into a Holstein Cow finishes.

The cow comes up to me and nuzzles me, welcoming me into the herd. She walks into the pasture as I smile and begin following her.

Despite knowing I transformed into a Holstein Cow, it felt natural. Like I was always meant to be a cow. Walking on all four hooves was second nature as the cow helped find me a good patch of grass to graze on. I didn't think, I just ate the grass like I ate it a million times before.

My udder just dangles under me as I swish my tail while grazing with the cow. It was a nice mindless experience just doing nothing but eating with my best cow friend.

An hour ot two had passed when I see someone from the carnival and take me and my cow friend to the petting zoo of the carnival. Normally he only brought one cow, but seeing how close we were, he decided not to separate us.

I see dozens of people looking at us, taking our pictures, wanting to pet us. I remember how much my cow friend liked getting pet by me, so I walked up to one of the people and stick my muzzle out for them to pet.

Like me, at first they felt bashful, but soon enjoyed stroking my muzzle. I smile and close my eyes as I nuzzle against their hand. The ear scratches though! No wonder cows love it so much! Just something about fingers getting the sweet spot behind the ears is just so perfect!

Another hour passed when the carnival master brought out buckets, announcing to the public that for $5 they could experience milking a cow firsthand! I was a bit nervous. I obviously had never been milked before. My udder was twitching with excitement, wondering how good, or how bad it would feel.

The first kid came up and she wasn't sure what to do, so the carnival master demonstrated by gently wrapping his fingers around one of my teats and gently tugged. I couldn't help but moo as the release of milk into the bucket felt soothing. I turn around to the kid and smiled, letting her know it'll be okay.

She giggled as she milked a few drops out of me. Clapping at how proud she was that she milked a cow. My cow friend also happy seeing me get milked for the first time. I happily stood there, starting to chew cud to break down the grass as I mix in hay as well. Each person milking me was nice and gentle. Some were able to tug harder without hurting me, and those were the best milks. But any milking felt nice!

Once night set, we were led into the barn as the cow and I found a nice bit of hay to make our bed as we happily laid side by side together. Nuzzling each other before falling asleep together. Eager to see what else is in store for tomorrow and every day thereafter