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This commission was written for Wes13. It contains TF related shenanigans along a classic theme some of you may recognise, and some sexual antics. :3

Hyding in Plain Sight

Shifting back and forth uncomfortably in front of his bedroom mirror, Jake glanced across at his bed and the costume resting upon it.

"C'mon man, don't do this to yourself. Not again."

Jake wasn't a confident guy. Quite the opposite, really. It wasn't that he had any particular reason to lack in self-belief; he'd been raised in a good home by good people, he lived in a good apartment in a good neighbourhood. His whole life was good. But no matter how well life had treated him thus far, Jake lived in a world of constant uncertainty and self-doubt. A world in which he was convinced that at any moment, each and every person he met was going to turn around, point at him, and laugh.

Even here, in the privacy of his own bedroom, Jake felt ashamed. The southern twang of his own voice rang harsh and shrill in his ears. The stocky, square-set base of his jawline gawped with every word that slipped through his lips. Everything about himself made Jake cringe.

Of course, that was why he was so eager to go out tonight. Or rather, why he had been so eager until recently. This party was a chance for him to leave all that behind. To have some fun and actually relax for once, safe in the knowledge that no-one would be able to judge him for who he was. After all, at a costume party no-one was truly themselves. Even if they weren't playing up a persona, the very act of wearing a costume provided an inherent disconnect from who each person was, not to mention who they were expected to be.

Unfortunately, the one person which Jake had yet to convince of his plan was the one person whose opinion mattered most. Himself.

"You've gotta do it, man. You've rented the costume. You've told people you're gonna be there."

Jake knew everything he was telling himself was true. He also knew, however, that there was a CSI marathon on TV tonight. That it would be just as easy to set up his exercise bike in front of the flatscreen and have a nice long workout while watching some mindless formulaic television. Easier in fact, as staying at home meant almost no chance of people pointing and laughing at him. Almost no chance of a hundred other costumed characters snickering and snorting at how obvious it was that Jake was the one inside the Texas Longhorns mascot suit. That he was a disgrace to fans of the team and mascots everywhere. That his performance was laughable. That no amount of costuming could hide that it was him underneath. Boring, pointless, shamefully inadequate Jake.

There was only one point working in Jake's favour. Only one factor which no matter how hard his low self-esteem tried, could not be countered. Whether he wanted to attend the party or not, Jake did want to try on his costume. He'd tried it on practically every day since he rented it, parading himself around his bedroom and the rest of the apartment under the guise of the college football mascot. Showing off and generally playing up his role to his audience of precisely zero.

If he wasn't going to attend the party, then bang went Jake's reason for ever wearing the costume again. So long to any pretence that he had a purpose behind slipping into that mascot suit and letting its personality supplant his own. Either he'd just have to resign himself to the knowledge that he was some creep who liked dressing up in a mascot costume for his own strange satisfaction; a fact that his psyche would gleefully use to torment him for years to come. Or he could simply return the costume, and never even think about it ever again.

Or, there was option number three.

Actually go to the party. Actually wear the costume in the way it was supposed to be worn; for entertainment and public display. No matter what other factors may have played into the decision, that was what settled it for Jake. If attending the party was what it took for him to have a reason to wear the costume one last time, then that was precisely what he'd do.

Filled with rare self-confidence and purposeful urgency, Jake tore himself away from the mirror and darted over to the bed. Pushing the various elements of the costume aside, the human male sat down upon the thick comforter and began to disrobe. He cast off his t-shirt, and lay down upon the bed to squirm out of his jeans. Leaving his bulky, rather coarsely haired body dressed in just a pair of socks and boxer shorts, Jake pulled himself upright once more and began to sort through the various elements of the costume. A foam padded football shirt to give the appearance that he was wearing actual sports padding. Burned orange in colour and wearing the number six beneath the proud white lettering of the state college to which the uniform belonged. Matching shorts. Brown furred leggings and arm-covers, complete with mittens to give the illusion of hooves. And of course, the wonderfully oversized head of the mascot suit; two large, firm horns poking out from under the rim of a jaunty hat.

One by one Jake pulled on the elements of his costume; not daring to look towards the mirror for fear of breaking the illusion and reminding himself that even when fully suited up, it was still just boring old him hiding within. He'd been told by the costume store owner that this wasn't the most comfortable of outfits. That wearing a mascot suit was liable to dehydrate you in record time, that your vision would be sorely limited and that this suit in particular was fairly itchy unless you wore specific protective layering. Either the store owner had been mistaken however, or he was simply far more sensitive to such things than Jake. The costume wasn't just comfortable, it felt like a second skin to Jake as he slipped each element of it on. Like he and it belonged together.

Before long the only portion of the mascot remaining upon the bed was its oversized head, Jake lifting it up into the crook of one arm in order to carry it with him back to the mirror. He stood with his eyes downcast, able only to see his legs from the knee down in the reflective glass, and took a deep breath as he prepared to slip the final element of the costume over his head. Already Jake could feel his heartbeat quickening. His confidence growing. He felt a strange twitching at the corners of his lips, and realised that quite unconsciously he was grinning.

Quietly, calmly, Jake lifted the mascot's head up into the air, and set it down upon his own. For a moment, the world went dark; the male's hands shifting and shuffling the costume head into position. Then all of a sudden light began to filter into Jake's eyes once more, streaming in through the cartoonishly large, wide eyes of the head, and allowing him to look at himself in the mirror at long last.

Jake watched himself raise a hand up into the air, waving animatedly at his reflection. He cocked his head, lifting his other arm as if to tip his hat politely, and shifted his weight from side to side like a football player sizing up an opponent for a tackle. He pointed directly at the mirror, confidently, accusingly directing attention at the mascot staring back at him... and gave it a warm, eager double thumbs up with his mittened hooves.

From within the confines of the costume, Jake began to laugh. He showed off some more, dancing around and practising some of the typical exaggerated gestures one would typically see from a mascot at a football game. He imagined that his reflection was actually the assembled crowd of people at the party, and that his own laughing echoing within the costume's head was in fact theirs. Laughing not at him, but with him. With each passing moment Jake could hear his pulse thundering louder and louder in his ears. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and, perhaps somewhat strangely, in his crotch. The excitement and rush of confidence was so intense that it seemed to be awakening every last little bit of him. His every sense primed and his mind whirling and reeling with anticipation.

"Well, what're y'all waiting for?!"

He called out, loud and joyous, in a voice not quite his own.

"Let's get this party goin'!"

Raising his hands up high over his head, clapping them together as though hoping to inspire a stadium full of football fans to do the same, Jake felt a strange new sensation surge through his body. An almost electrical charge passed through Jake, starting at his feet and progressing all the way up to... to the tips of his horns. It was stupid to even think it, but he really did feel as though he had tracked the odd feeling not just up into his head, but into the mascot's horns too. A few seconds later the feeling returned, striking from the top of Jake's body downward; once again giving him reason to pause in curious confusion as he swore he felt the sensation pass through the thin, tufted tail attached to the rear of his costume.

Turning his body slightly, watching himself in the bedroom mirror, Jake's eyes widened as he looked at his rear end. Just a few minutes ago he had been fastening on the costume's tail with a buttonhole that attached to the top of the mascot's shorts, but now he could not see the spot where the tail was supposedly affixed. He tried to tell himself that it was just the impaired vision from the mascot's head, but that idea soon fell apart as Jake reached round with one of his gloved hands and gave the base of the tail a brief, gentle tug.

"Ow! Son of a gu-..."

Jake's voice stopped abruptly mid-phrase as he realised what he was saying. Or rather, why he was saying it. Calling out in discomfort caused by his own thoughtless tugging on his tail. His tail. The tail behind him which was now twitching and whipping from side to side, not due to any motion of Jake's hips but born of its own, self-animated action.

The costumed man could have stood there, staring at his twitching tail, for hours. Marvelling at its presence. At how without even thinking about it, he could make it move left or right; just as he would an arm or a leg. Indeed Jake might well have done just that, had his body not chosen to give him about a hundred new, different things on which to focus over the following few minutes.

Before Jake's costume-covered eyes, he watched himself beginning to change. His body seeming to ripple; to bubble and shift right in front of him. He cried out in what sounded more like a bovine bellow than a human cry of shock as he watched himself growing. Both in height and breadth; his upper torso swelling with muscle and in another manner, his chest bulging in a way which at first Jake could not identify. It was only when he saw his head beginning to change shape too; the bulky, cartoonish appearance of the mascot reducing, its muzzle shrinking, gentle curves forming from the formerly angular features, and a lush crop of blonde hair beginning to pour down from beneath its hat, that Jake recognised what was happening to the costume. To him.

Reaching up to his chest, Jake gasped in shock as he cupped his newly swollen, bulging breasts. He lifted one arm to his face and ran the gloved, hoofed hand through his flowing blonde hair. He stared at himself in the mirror; watching as his muscles continued to grow. As his costume's outfit seemed to organically shift in both colour and pattern; football motifs and design fading, replaced instead by the tightest, skimpiest pair of jeans and a red halter top which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

In a matter of minutes, the figure staring back out of the mirror was unrecognisable; either as Jake or as the costumed mascot which had stood there just recently. Reaching down with hands that were hoofed no longer, but bore four strong digits and were clad in crisp white cotton gloves, adjusting a golden star resting upon the belt-buckle of their tight blue-jeans. Tossing their head, golden-straw coloured hair flowing freely, and snorting in proud satisfaction at what they saw reflected before them.

"Well lookie-there..."

Glancing down at her chest, Bessie noted her nipples. Painfully erect, gloriously visible through the thin fabric of her top.

"...seems like someone was a bit worked up 'fore their change. Reckon I might have to take care of that if they won't do it for themselves."

Before the bovine female could act on her own suggestion though, she heard a distinctive buzzing from the far side of the room. With strong, heavy hoofbeats she crossed the bedroom and reached out towards Jake's bedside table. She plucked his buzzing phone off the surface, and held it up in front of her eyes in confusion.

"Party?"

The reminder flashing up on the phone's screen meant little to the cow. She looked around the room, and craned her neck to glance out in the direction of the empty hallway beyond.

"Sure don't look like there's no party here. I reckon this place hasn't seen a party for as long as its lived."

A broad smile crossed Bessie's face, and she began to prod at the phone's keys with her thick, gloved fingertips.

"But if there is a party 'round these parts, I'm gonna find it, and I'm gonna hit it like a you-know-what in a China shop!"

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It took Bessie less than thirty minutes to find the party. The cow loved parties. They were practically her natural environment, only with less grass and more grass. By the time she arrived at the building where the costume party was supposed to be happening, she'd received more than her fair share of strange looks. Some confused. Others amused. And for the most part, awed. No-one thought to ask her what she was... how it was possible that in this world of humans, a living, talking, two legged cow was strolling happily through the city streets. They all just assumed precisely what Bessie knew everyone at the party would assume, too. That it was just a costume. A really detailed, really realistic looking costume!

Sure enough, Bessie soon began to encounter other fashionably late party-goers. She shared the left up to the party with a lithe lady and gentleman in a pair of cat costumes styled after the Broadway show, and in the lobby got chatting with a middle aged, slightly chubby looking Batman.

"So, what are you supposed to be?"

Putting on his best Christian Bale voice, the Batman looked Bessie up and down with his best brooding detective glare. The cow simply giggled, pointing at the gold star on her belt and the hat settled over her lush hair.

"I'm a wild west sheriff, duh!"

Before the caped crusader could say anything else, Bessie was dashing off in the direction of the music and chatter she had been able to hear faintly since exiting the lift. The party already seemed to be in full swing, spilling out into the corridor of the apartment complex with several open doors all filled with costumed characters of every sort. None were quite so large as Bessie, standing at least a foot higher than any other person present, but plenty were every bit as colourful and lively. Within minutes Bessie was lost in conversation with a couple dressed as Captain Ahab and Moby Dick, squealing with laughter as they told her about the pages in the book dedicated to whale foreskin, and making them smirk and snort as she reeled off a whole host of beef and steak related puns.

The cow swiftly flung herself headlong into the party, eagerly lapping up every ounce of attention lavished upon her. She danced with a tree and two life size bottles of coke. She stood around eating nibbles with a Stormtrooper and the most oddly attractive Professor Snape she'd ever seen. She made more and more people laugh as she explained to them that she was a wild west sheriff; cracking up herself as one party-goer suggested that she simply call herself a wild west cow-girl instead. That joke was the closest anyone actually came to acknowledging her appearance. Most seemed happy to just hang out and chat with her regardless of costume, and those who were particularly interested in how realistic her 'outfit' seemed to be were more awed than confused.

Bessie's partying grew ever more animated and excitable the more attention she received; her self-confidence through the roof as she belted out a quick karaoke number for practically the entirety of one party-centered apartment to hear. In its wake, the cheers and whoops and even a few wolf-whistles from the assembled crowd propelling her to even greater heights, it was almost a cold slap in the face for the cow to hear a familiar voice speaking up from close by; talking about a subject which was the last thing she wanted to hear about right now.

"Nah, man... I'm telling you, he's not gonna show. Probably chickened out. Probably never even intended to come in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I like Jake... I really do. But damn, how are you supposed to be someone's friend if they never give you a chance to hang out with them?"

Inside Bessie's stomach, something shifted. A sensation not unlike butterflies, but far less pleasant than even the most anticipatory of usual flutterings. Through all her gleeful excitement and exuberance, the female bovine began to feel... anxious. Embarrassed and ashamed by what she'd just heard. Not second-hand shame either, but the kind of cringing anguish that could only come from the source.

The cow's eyes widened as she felt the unpleasant tingling shift from her stomach to her left arm. In an instant, she watched as her gloved left hand disappeared; the furred flesh of her forearm being replaced by pale bare skin covered in a far more sparse coating of dark, coarse hair. Hurriedly she swept the arm behind her back, turning to place her body between the offending arm and the wall, and darted out of the bustling living room into one of the bedrooms; the bed stacked high with coats.

"Oh no you don't... y'all aren't gonna spoil this night for us with your insecurities."

Bessie addressed her arm sternly, giving it a firm shake. On the third shake of her hand, there was a soft popping noise, and both her fur and her glove re-appeared.

"Thank you."

The cow was about to turn and make her way back into the living room, when with a fatigued sort of hissing she felt the ample weight of her right breast beginning to deflate. With a muffled curse she reached down into her bright red top and clasped the nipple of that breast between a forefinger and thumb; sealing off the apparent air leak. No sooner had she done so though, the other breast began to sag and soften in a similar manner. She pinched at both her nipples tightly, grimacing in frustration and closing her eyes to yell inwardly at the source of all this physical confusion.

"C'mon now, you're just being silly! What they said, it's a good thing. They were lamenting about how bad it'd be for you not to be here. But you are! You're just being so bouncy and energetic they don't even realise it's you. That's... that's something, right?"

Just as the enthusiasm and excitement of being in his costume seemed to have brought about Bessie's appearance, it was obvious to the cow that the negativity she'd felt from Jake's friends talking about him was coming ever closer to reverting the meek, nervous human male to his former self. To a shy guy standing around in a costume; at the very most able to put on a convincing act, but unable to truly embrace life with the zeal and enthusiasm that came so naturally to Bessie.

"L-look... if you're that bothered, think about how you can prove 'em wrong. Don't give up. Don't let them get y'all so... so deflated."

Bessie gestured towards her partially sagging breasts, feeling ever more nervous and unlike herself as she realised that her tail was no longer whipping eagerly back and forth behind her; hanging limp and loose, held to her jeans by nothing more than a thread-sewn button.

"I may be more than just the sum of your parts, Jake, but I wouldn't be here without you. Without your enthusiasm! So when I say you can choose to own this, or let it own you, I'm not just speaking metaphorical bull-crap. 'Kay?"

The unpleasant tingling ceased, at least temporarily. Bessie's body may not have instantly reverted to its former glory, but at least it didn't get any worse. With a relieved sigh, the cow gingerly released her fingers from where they were still clamped tightly down around her nipples. Convinced that they were no longer leaking, she darted back over to the bedroom door, clicked it closed behind her, and turned on the room's main light.

Moving over towards the room's only mirror; a full length sheet of glass built into one of the closet doors, Bessie looked at herself. She stared deep into her eyes, beyond the surface to the meek, nervous human who lay within.

"That's good. See? Y'all just need someone to believe in you. And let me tell you, boy. If I say that I believe in you, I mean it. I know every single thought inside that head of yours. Every dream and every fantasy. Every fear and every nightmare. Most important of all though, I know every ounce of potential you have locked away inside you. And I'm gonna let you in on a lil' secret, just between you and me, Jake. Everybody has the same amount of potential inside 'em. From the bravest soldier to the smartest astronaut, to you. Infinite potential. The rest is all just a matter of opportunity, and willpower."

The cow turned her head as she heard a cheer outside the bedroom door. It sounded as though some of the partygoers had returned from a booze run; arms laden with bottles of spirits and beer. No doubt some of them would have taken their coats with them, and even those who hadn't would probably wish to return their wallets to the relative safety of their jacket pockets. Her time here, alone with Jake, was growing short.

"Listen, Jake. In a few seconds that door's gonna burst open. Either it's gonna be me and you busting out, making with the merriment till we can't make no more, or it's gonna be those guys busting in, finding me standing here with my tits all lopsided and a tail that won't budge, chatting away to a mirror. I can play off a lot of stuff as just my good ol' southern charm, but that's a stretch even for me."

Someone knocked at the door. A voice called out from beyond.

"Hey, anyone getting lucky in there? Has anyone seen Snape and Dumbledore, I always knew those two were totally hot for each other."

A chorus of groans and jeers followed, about a dozen people explaining to the initial speaker why what he said was wrong in at least a hundred different ways. Taking advantage of the brief delay, Bessie addressed her human counterpart one last time.

"So... think you can believe in yourself enough to get me my tits back? At least with the ladies at full power, less people will get around to lookin' at my tail!"

Bessie giggled, and as she did so the cow felt a familiar, thankfully gleeful fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She closed her eyes, bracing herself, and squealed with delight as with a rapid, squeaky rush of air her breasts sprang back to their full and perky posture. Behind her, she felt her tail twitching and whipping through the air gleefully once more. The cow re-opened her eyes, and looked into the mirror's depths once more with a grateful grin.

A moment later, the bedroom door sprang open and Bessie erupted out; returning to the party with a bellowing cry of joy. She flung herself into the centre of the room, grabbing her breasts and gesticulating with them as urgently as their limited motion would allow.

"I've spoken with my girls, and they tell me it's time to get this party started!"

A vibrant cheer rang out from around the room, and bodies piled onto the makeshift dancefloor of the apartment's living room as Bessie began to jive and gyrate in as deliberately lewd a manner as was possible. The music's volume turned up, the lights dimmed, and at the centre of it all Bessie twirled and twisted like a spinning-top; grinding against any body that came near her, embracing and touching any limb or body part which dared to enter her personal space. The powerful bovine female grunted and bellowed happily as she felt countless pairs of arms reaching out to touch her. Passing her from one body to the next, locked in a frantic, desperately heady dance that seemed to almost exclusively involve costumed bodies grinding and dry humping at one another with almost complete anonymity.

Whether the party would have taken this turn regardless of Bessie's presence, or if the cow's re-invigorated energy had some part to play in the sudden libidinous nature of the crowd, Bessie was happy either way. Jake was happy too. She could feel his excitement and satisfaction bubbling away within her. Feel him blushing inwardly, bringing an unexpected redness to her own furred cheeks as men and women alike pushed themselves close to the cow. Brushing their hands through her soft fur. Dragging their crotches across the plump but firm curves of her muscled ass.

Never in his life had Jake known such intimate contact en masse. He wasn't a virgin, but such raw and public displays of sexuality hidden only by a few layers of cloth were unheard of to the man buried deep within the writhing, laughing, stiff-nippled cow's body. Through Bessie's skin he could feel the men's erections rubbing up against her. Against them. Through Bessie's skin he could feel the women grinding and humping at her with an urgency that betrayed their attempts to be playful about it; genuinely seeking pleasure just like their male counterparts.

Little by little the party began to simmer, then to boil. The cow's influence was undeniable now. People all around the room dancing in the most lewd and provocative manners possible. The walls lined with couples making out. More and more individuals grabbing others by the hand and dragging them off to some secluded corner, a bedroom or bathroom or closet, for goodness only knew what purposes.

For Bessie herself, surrounded by suitors, being passed between a succession of men grinding their shamelessly hard shafts against her trembling posterior, this was heaven on earth. She was the centre of attention; adored, loved and craved by all in the most intimate of ways. She could even feel Jake swelling with pride inside her. His own urges barely kept under control, aching for a chance to express themselves. If only... if only he was the one in control. The one who had the power. Then he could... well... he could...

The cow's cheeks flushed brightly as she realised what Jake was thinking, and as Jake realised that she knew what he was thinking... and how to solve it.

It was just like she'd said in the bedroom. Just like Bessie had taught him. His potential was limitless. Infinite. So long as the opportunity was there... he could do anything he wanted.

A frantic whimper escaped Bessie's lips as she felt something burst out from between her legs, and suddenly found her jeans straining violently; stitching stretched to its very limits by the presence of a thick, meaty bovine cock. Even within its first seconds of life, it was throbbing hungrily. Drooling and dripping pre-cum into the fabric of Bessie's trousers, staining and darkening the front of her crotch.

"O-oh... e-excuse me, guys. Have fun with each other for a bit. I need to... I mean, I'm gonna... u-uh..."

Pointing wordlessly towards the apartment's kitchen door, the one room she had yet to see any amorous pairings head for, Bessie left her suitors to their own devices. The last she saw of them, the five or six men who had been surrounding her were tearing off one another's clothes, grasping and moaning at each other with mindless excitement.

Staggering towards the kitchen, Bessie had to fight for control with each and every step. She knew what was coming, and had no desire to hold Jake back in fulfilling his potential, but by the same token she had no desire for them to be caught in the act while doing so. Humans had an incredible ability to either ignore or rationalise what was going on right in front of their faces, but to actually see something truly inexplicable like that which was about to happen could still result in a lot of trouble, both for the human and for Bessie.

Racing into the kitchen and closing the door behind her, Bessie braced the door with her body to ensure that she wouldn't be disturbed. She looked down at herself, at her arms and legs and powerful torso, every inch of her beginning to ripple and bubble as though her flesh was boiling just beneath the surface. Bessie could feel the pressure building in her crotch and within her breasts; not just pressure though, pleasurable pressure. She bit her bottom lip, moaning softly as her hands rose to massage her breasts while they grew larger and larger. Her nipples were protruding almost completely from her blouse by this point, and before long the garment covering her upper torso was little more than a tube wrapped around her muscular stomach; her breasts far too big to have even a fraction of their volume held in place by such meagre clothing.

The bovine female waited as long as she dared, to the last possible moment she felt she could handle, before grasping at her nipples and squeezing at them gently. With a bellowing shriek of pleasure, she felt air beginning to rush out through her breasts. It wasn't just her chest which began to deflate however, but rather her whole body from head to toe. Shrinking and shifting in both size and shape, though retaining its bovine form. The cow grunted and wailed happily as she felt herself not returning to the man she had once been; not becoming the meek and shameful human Jake, but Jake with his potential realised. Jake as he imagined himself to be. Jake as he saw himself when wearing the costume he had rented for this very party.

Dropping to her knees as she felt the rigid cock beneath her jeans bursting out into the open air, her clothing melting away as the essence of who Bessie was began to dwindle into a new consciousness, one final bellow of blissful excitement escaped the female's lips. She closed her eyes, gave her breasts one final squeeze to push out the very last of the residual air, and...

Jake grunted in pleasure.

The bull pulled himself upright, reaching out with one strong arm to steady himself against the kitchen counter. He laid his weight back against the door, just as Bessie had so recently, and gazed down at the gift she had given him. The gift he had given himself, in many ways.

"Y-yeah..."

Wrapping both hands around his thick cock where it was protruding through the front of his leather and denim chaps, Jake squeezed himself hungrily. His balls throbbed and ached with a desperate need for release. His eyes bulged, stunned by the intensity of the pleasure he was feeling. He wanted this. He needed it. But more importantly, he deserved it. All this pleasure and so much more; surging through him as from beyond the kitchen door he heard moans and gasps of countless others sharing in his excitement.

"Ah... aahh, t-that's it. Faster... c'mon now, this ain't no leisurely Sunday afternoon Jerk Off. You've gotta cum, now."

Working himself with both hands, his tail whipping eagerly back and forth behind him and his hoofed feet stamping impatiently at the kitchen's vinyl flooring, Jake tossed back his head in pleasure. He snorted loudly, feeling his horns scraping visible markings into the wood of the door as he shuddered and writhed in imminent ecstasy.

"Yeah! A-ahh, yeah!"

The bull roared passionately as he began to cum. His cock straining and twitching hungrily, spraying thick ribbons of seed across the kitchen floor with unexpected force and distance. His heavy balls drained themselves completely, shooting nine volatile loads of immense proportion out over the floor and even onto the far-side counters of the kitchen. All the while he bellowed and bucked his hips, feverishly rubbing at his swollen shaft in his all too successful attempt to wring every last drop of endless potential pleasure from deep within.

Of course, when Jake thought about endless potential pleasure, he hadn't quite expected what came next. For his cock to keep on throbbing and straining, for the pleasure of orgasm to keep on wracking his powerful bovine form even after his seed was spent. For his hands to almost uncontrollably continue to rub and stroke at his member, further protracting and intensifying the ecstasy he was being made to endure.

"O-ohh... ohhhhhhh..."

The bull groaned desperately as after what had to have been over a full minute of constant, ceaseless orgasmic bliss, he felt a strange fluttering in his stomach. Strange, but familiar. He stared down at his cock at it became the focus of that weird sensation, and cried out in stunned excitement as before his very eyes, the tip of his shaft seemed to open up and inhale.

Just as Bessie had been compelled to aid her body in shrinking down and deflating into this new, masculine form, so too was Jake compelled to continue rubbing at his swollen cock. Encouraging it as the length gulped down more and more air, causing first the bull's balls, then the rest of him to begin swelling and growing all over again.

"I... I... c-ccaaahh! Oh g-god, Bessie..."

Tossing his head wildly from side to side, Jake felt his hair sprounting and shrinking. His snout shifting between the thinner, more feminine features of Bessie and his own broader, more masculine muzzle. His body slowly transitioning from male back to female, but his head darting rapidly back and forth between the two.

"My turn again, so soon? Y'all were a bit quick on the draw there, weren't you."

Bessie giggled as her head stabilised for a moment, before a sharp gasp escaped her maw and suddenly Jake was back again in bull form.

"B-but, I don't understand... why am I... ahh... c-changing back?"

Another whimper, and Bessie was present once more; grinning and snorting with laughter at the male's confusion.

"Willpower's all well an' good to make a change when you're confident enough to use it, Jake. But you've gotta learn control, too. Gotta learn to believe in yourself without effort. To be in control even when you feel like you're not any more."

For a split second, Jake, the human Jake, reappeared; his head atop Bessie's buxom body, this time dressed in a flowing, bo-peep style ranch dress. Then, as quickly as he'd appeared, his confused expression was gone and Bessie was back. Smirking, beaming at herself as she gazed down at her powerful body so neatly framed within that fluffy, puffy pink dress.

"Until then, Jake'll just be the second fiddle. The quiet one. The one who can go wherever they want, but have no-one notice them. Meanwhile I'll be having all the fun. All the laughs and the excitement on your behalf, until you can get the bull in you to stick around for more than a quick choke of the chicken. I'll go where I please and do what I please. Sure, people will pay attention. People will stare when I walk by and listen when I speak. But I don't care. I welcome it. I figure that if I wanna blend in, if I wanna be accepted, the best thing I can do is hide in plain sight."

By Jeeve