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The pink Mercedes seemed out of place in the quiet farming community. It coasted down the straight-away, flanked on either side by seemingly endless fields. Some held growing crops; others kept herds of grazing livestock. Everything here disgusted Ashley Champ and she wanted more than anything to turn around and go back to her home; to the city, with people.
But of course, she could not. Her parents had sent her to work with Grandma Beverly, so she could learn responsibility. They had fought about for several minutes before it was obvious that Ashley could not dig her way out of this. She despised her parents for making her come to this filthy place, and not her sister.
But why would they send her sweet little sister? It wasn’t her had been caught sleeping with in bed with her no-good boyfriend, or seen smoking outside a convenient store. Ashley scolded herself for being so careless; if only she had been sneakier, maybe she could have gotten away with it.
Ashley glanced down at her map and then took a left, pulling into the dirt driveway of her grandmother. The wrinkly woman smiled as the young lady got out and opened her arms with invitation. Ashley ignored her, and shoved past her to get into the quaint little house. She threw her small suitcase on the floor angrily, and turned around to face the elder with hips cocked in attitude.
“Where’s my room?” She demanded, popping her gum. Grandma Bev continued to smile, with a twinkle shining in her wise eyes.
She chuckled, “Oh, you’ll get to it soon. But first your chores. Go out to the barn and get some milk from Bessie. There’s a stool and a bucket out there waiting.” Her smile seemed to grow at Ashley’s appalled expression.
The girl tossed a lock bleach-blonde hair behind her shoulder sassily. “Bessie is a farmhand, right? Cuz I sure as hell ain’t touchin’ no damn cow.” Her grandmother smiled again and then gestured to the front door.
“Move along, Ashley. There’s work to be done!” The old woman shuffled past Ashley, humming a little tone as she went to the kitchen to prepare supper. Ashley glared after her and then reluctantly went outside to begin chores. She trudged out to the barn, which reeked of manure, where she saw two cows. One had large horns protruding from its head, and Ashley used her little knowledge of farm animals to recognize that as a bull. She turned to the brown-spotted female and went into the pen, holding her nose.
“This is so gross…” Ashley grumbled and shrieked when her pink stiletto stepped in a great pile of dung. She did her best to wipe it off and then reached for the stool and bucket to her side. She placed the pail under the animal’s utter and then started to reach for a teat. Ashley grasped it gingerly, resisting the urge to puke.
She put light pressure on it and in turn, warm milk was squirted out. “Ew!” Ashley squealed, but continued her work despite the nausea. Soon the bucket was full and swiftly, she picked it up. She was about to leave, when something wet and sticky brushed her head. To her horror, it was the cow’s tongue. Screaming like she had witnessed a murder, Ashley fled the barn with a bucket of milk sloshing at her side.
When she reached the house, she set the pail just inside the door and then raced onward in search of a bathroom so she could wash the bovine’s saliva from her hair. Her grandmother walked in to get the bucket and noticed her flurried granddaughter. “Did Bessie give you a kiss?” Grandma Beverly asked, smiling. She was answered a by disgusted groan. “Down the hall to the right, dear.”
The rest of the evening was very quiet. Ashley had taken a full shower to cleanse herself, and they were finishing up on dinner. She finished the last bit of her milk, though she had had to block out the fact it had just come from a filthy cow, and then headed to her room. It was much smaller than she preferred, but she was just happy to be indoors.
Ashley put on her pink and white pajamas and then sprawled on the bed. Her stomach gurgled loudly and a sharp pain slammed her belly like a knife. But before it became severe enough to alert her grandmother, it faded into a bloated sensation. Ashley decided to ignore it and went to sleep.
It was around midnight when Ashley awoke with a strange feeling in her stomach. Dazed, she got up and went to the full-body mirror at her bedside. She turned on a lamp and gasped at what she saw. A grotesque mass of flesh was hanging over her pants. She pulled up her shirt and almost instantly knew she was having a nightmare. Four nipples stuck out from the utter, and when she swayed, it sloshed.
Ashley sat down on the bed, sighing. Its just a nightmare, She told herself, as  numbness entered her feet and hands. Glancing down at them both automatically, her terror could not be withheld. Her fingers and curling into the blackening nubs that were once her human appendages. Ashley felt the numbness subside, and now at the end of her arms and legs were hooves.
Nightmare or not, she was horrified.
Itching started at her ankles as short, white hair began to spread. As it flushed over her bare skin, patches of black fur began to mix in with it. Underneath the growing coat, her flesh was becoming rough like hide. Ashley screamed in alarm, now starting to realize that this event was very real. She could feel the hair advancing across her body. And then, a new feeling started to rise above the others. Grinding and cracking as the bones within her body thickened and shifted to fit a new anatomy.
“Grandma Bev!” She sobbed fearfully as her slim frame widened and fattened. Her shoulders squared on either side of her neck, which itself was beginning to plump, and forced her arms down to floor with her legs into a quadruped position. Her hip bones poked upward and bent to resemble the hindquarters of a bovine. A skinny, tufted tail had even poked its way out of her spine.
Now sporting the unmistakable body of a cow, Ashley feared what would come next. She yelled out again, wondering why her grandmother had not responded: “Help! I don’t wanna be a cow! Somebody help meee---ooooo!” Her neck was completed, equipped with the natural vocalizations of her new species.   
And now only her pretty face was left. Ashley moaned helplessly as she felt her head widen. A tingling flowed through her ears as they grew outwards into an oval-shape. Pressure constructed in her face as a new skull formed. Her nostrils spread apart into a slimy cow muzzle, while her eyes moved to either side of her head. Their pretty blue color faded to blackness.
The last touch to her new face was the black and white spotted hair. Ashley panicked in her new body, kicking her hooves around and shattering the mirror. Her racket was what brought Grandma Bev into the room. She was fully dressed, boots and all, as if she had never went to bed. In her hand was a bovine-bridle. Ashley stared as her grandmother calmly came over and strapped the halter on. She led the new cow out the front door and to the barn, awakening the other cows. The bull made excited moos in her direction, which frightened Ashley.
“You always were a terribly little girl,” Grandma Bev ranted in a bitter tone that was very unlike her. “You smoked behind the barn when you visited and you never were grateful for anything you got. But nothing quite like a tall glass of enchanted milk to fix a naughty kid. You’ll make a good cow, I can tell. A nice big utter like that, you could feed five calves!”
Ashley’s eyes widened at the thought of birthing an animal. Grandma Bev just laughed, “Oh yes, you’ll be mating tomorrow with the big boy over there.” Ashley started to moo in distress. The idea of having sex with the bull was repulsive and terrifying. Grandma Bev grinned and shook her head, casting a glance at the sad-looking cow in the stall beside them.
The old woman’s eyes glittered with mischief. “That’s exactly what Grandpa Duke sounded like when he found out. Isn’t that right, Duke? I mean, ‘Bessie’.”
COW TF

Ashley Champ is a wrotten city-girl who goes to live with her grandmother for a while. But like Grandma always says, 'Nothing like some enchanted milk to fix a naughty kid.'
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MReneeA Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014
WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if you copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow.You will either get kissed or asked out, if you break this chain u will see a little dead girl in you
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caseyguise Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2013
damn that is funny

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Werewolfgirl8813 Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2013
Love it so much
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thealrog6 Featured By Owner May 26, 2011  Student Digital Artist
the knife part made me remember flippy when he was having the rest of that dream he was having earlier and when he thought fliqpy was gone,fliqpy stabbed through a penguin's stomach and he did it twice from the inside.blood went everywhere.hehe.
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AfflictionOfAdam Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2010
Great job
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tylmorse554 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2010
nice
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TheDarkNeon Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
Huh. I don't know what I should be surprised at. The fact that she turned her greandaughter into a milking cow, or the fact that she turned her Husband into a milking cow?

Nice work anyways Grace. Been giving your trade secrets to strangers lately? like that woman?
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thegrace Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2010
Ha ha.

...hmm. Maybe.
*shifty-eyes*
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ziflak Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2009
I've seen this before on [link]
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shroudtoad Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2009
Pretty good!
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