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Only the rough n rugged came from the old world, survived the long boat ride to the west and settled down in the new frontier. Hot, dry, and unforgiving; the land here wasn't for the faint of heart, you need to roll up your sleeves and get your hands dirty to make an honest living out of the dust and wind. So how Allan ended up here was a bit baffling. Wearing small, round armless glasses perched on his nose, base brown hair neatly combed back, and an inexpensive suit; it looked like he accidentally got on the wrong boat when he first arrived in the township of Dustbowl. Allan was willing to work for his living and did not mind the heat none- but willingness does not make one able.

Oh he tried his hand at various labors, and generally failed, because he isn't very physically strong at all. Most of the women in Dustbowl could beat him in an arm wrestle, never mind the men. The best he could manage was a job cleaning the local 'Dry Water Saloon'. Normally cleaning and serving was a woman's work- their pretty faces attracted more customers- but the bartender Billiard Bill felt sorry for Allan and wasn't one to turn down help. He just made sure Allan stuck to cleaning, and left the waiting to the women. Bill looked intimidating on account of his false eye he had crafted out of the 8 ball off a billiard table, but he was a friendly enough fellow. Allan was only on the job for two days before trouble found him again- had barely introduced himself to all the other staff by then.

Jeremiah the Black Powder he was called- several of his missing teeth replaced with small bullets set into his gums instead. This is many a year before people realized how poisonous led is, mind you... might explain why he is a little unstable, at times. Like a keg of black powder. Jaw shaped like a cinder block, dressed in sun bleached leathers with a six shooter at his hip at all times. He and two boys kicked the door open, laughing among themselves about to order a drink when they see Allan mopping a spilled drink up at the back of the bar.

"Hey boys- that is the flattest woman I ever seen round these parts, ahaha." Jeremiah stomped over to Allan and shoved him. "Why ain't you doin' no real work, boy? Your skin looks so soft, I bet you haven't done a day's work in your life."

"W-w-well, I tried many jobs around the town, sir. I did not quite fit in; this was the first job I could do proper."

Jeremiah shoved him again. "Oh I fuckin' bet. Pathetic little thing, ain't ya? Soft meat- bet you'd taste good slow-cooked over a spit... HAHAHA."

Another man stood up from his seat- an odd looking fellow in rather ratty looking attire with fully grey hair in spite of not at all looking old enough to have grey hair. "Aw, come on Jeremiah."

Jeremiah looked at the familiar face and sighed. "Always sticking your nose were it don't belong, Seren?" Seren walked up to Jeremiah, but was immediately punched in the face. "You stand for this weakling, but will you take a hit for him too?"

Seren sighed, rubbing his face where the fist hit. "I suppose, if that is what it came to. Heh, we both know I am not worth the effort though."

Jeremiah faked a punch, pausing his fist just before striking Seren again. This would not be the first time. Seren often stepped in when things got ugly and attempted diplomacy- though almost always failing, and instead getting beaten in place of someone else. There was something unsatisfying about hitting him though... and something a bit unsettling. Jeremiah stopped his fist only half an inch from his nose, but Seren did not so much as blink in response, never mind attempt to get out of the way. Everyone else feared Jeremiah's volatile personality, but Seren didn't fear anything. One of Jeremiah's boys growled at the two men and put a hand on his revolver, but Bill cleared his throat loudly from behind the counter, making sure the man seen that his own arms were reaching for something. You so much as try to clean your gun in his bar- the moment that weapon leaves the sheath; Bill pulls out the shotgun from under the counter.

It remained stressful just being in the saloon with Jeremiah and his goons, but once they left Allan could breathe easy again, and made sure to thank Seren, who was quick to brush off his act as nothing. Toward the end of his shift, one of the bar maidens Danellia caught sight of Allan looking burned out and went over to comfort him.

"Hey, more work than you thought, huh?" She said it teasingly with a smile.

Allan smiled and chuckled. "Oh, the work is fine. Just... tired of being so... pathetic."

"Awww, hey don't let what Jeremiah said get to you- he is a fucking moron. Trust me, he has forced his hands on me many a time- he is an asshole to everyone."

"Well, he is still more cowboy than I will ever be. Figured I would toughen up just being out here but... nope." He took his glasses off, breathing on the lens and using his shirt to clean it off. "Sometimes I wish I had been born a cow- be much easier than trying to be a cowboy, haha."

She sighed, muttering under her breath half to herself. "Could have that arranged."

"Hmm?"

"Oh, nothing, just reminded me of a friend I have back in the old kingdom."

"And she can... turn people into cows?"

Danellia laughed. "Aye, well, if all she has written me is true. Alchemy is a crazy art, and she writes me of how it has been advancing by leaps and bounds as of late."

Allan looked at her with a bit of a glimmer in his eyes. "Truly?! She could?"

"I mean- er- what- w- you can't be serious?!"

And so Allen went with Danellia after their shifts to her place- a small ranch house at the edge of town, hosting cows mostly, though she also had a portly pig and a horse for getting around. First to explain themselves was Danellia, who told Al about her friend back in the old kingdom who turns out is a Royal Alchemist. They were in the process of refining elixirs that could transmute one creature into another. The catch is, is that they were not entirely sure it worked on humans because, well, no human had ever volunteered to be turned into an animal. Next Danellia had Allan explain himself. Seems his comment was not so off the cuff- he had thought about this before. His problem has always been that people expect a lot out of him, but he is rarely able to deliver. Animals on the other hand, well; no one expects much from them, yet there are plenty of animals that do a lot of work. He would be able to live a very simple and peaceful life without ever having to worry about getting anything done, but still be able to contribute.

Danellia opened an ornate briefcase marked with the Myrmecoleon image of the royal house. She turned it to Al to show him all the dimly glowing vials firmly fit into the inner padding of the case. "I had arranged for a silver-tongued tonics salesman to take them and peddle the wears in an attempt to find a human subject on this side of the great sea. He likely won't arrive in Dustbowl for another day or two, he is returning from even further out west." She turned the case to look at the labels herself. "There are quite a few animals on this list. Even a bear."

Al laughed. "Well if I became a bear, I would end up getting shot if I remained in town. Horses do a lot of work but... maybe a bit too much, ya? I have seen men ride their steeds right into the ground. Lot of work to be done to make the land round these parts livable and every man needs a horse, so they end up doing more work than the people more often than not. Or the poor mules working for the gold rush miners- being nearly split in two with the weight of all the rocks their saddlebags are full of."

"Why not a cute dog?"

"Too much intelligence, I think. Dog has roughly the same capacity as a human child. Much as I don't care for things as they have been- might miss being a man when I am no longer. If I were a more simple animal I would not know better; ignorance is bliss."

Danellia put the case down and let out a quiet sigh. "You really have been thinking this over, huh?"

He nodded. "And I thought; what about a cow? Not a bull, but a cow. Now hear me out. Cows don't do a damn thing- they just eat and laze out in the field enjoying life. Too limited in the mind to think of the greater world to know there is anything else out there that they could want, so completely content with whatever they have." He motioned out the window to the barn across from the farmhouse. "But as you know- they contribute plenty. Cheese, milk, butter and all the other foods made with them. They contribute without really having to do anything."

"B-but if you were an animal, you wouldn't be able to eat human food or drink at a bar or-"

"Pay for food, as I could eat grass anywhere I want, and wouldn't have troubles to need to drown with drink in the first place."

She cocked her brow. "Women?"

He shrugged with a shallow grin. "Don't have any as a human, neither."

"Well you have the equipment to please 'em, bet you'd miss that- cows don't have no penis."

He shrugged again. "But if I am a cow mentally I probably won't remember having one to begin with. And I could still experience pleasure, just... from the other side of things."

Danellia sighed louder this time, and paused for a full minute in thought without saying a word. "You... really want to do this, huh?"

"Yes ma'am. And it sounds like your friend might want me to, too."

Danellia popped out the cow elixir, holding it up to the sunlight coming in the window. "Well... fine. Suppose it isn't my place to tell you how to live your life." She held it out for him to take. "I am going to have to ask for a bit of compensation of course."

"How much is it?"

"The elixir? Nothing- but you will have to stay with me from now on."

He immediately blushed. "W-what?"

Danellia motioned out the window to the fields. "There is only two dairy farms in Dustbowl and I am one of them. Also, this elixir will take a considerable amount of time to work fully. Your body is theoretically made up of billions of lives- billions of cells. It needs to change each of those into a cows. Cells live and die off constantly in your body, but obviously if they all up and die all at once- you'd be dead too. It will be a week, maybe two before you are a full cow... maybe even longer? You are the first human to try it- but it won't be fast, I can tell you that. That however means I need to pay to feed two humans mouths till you become a grass-eater."

Allan hummed in thought. "It might be some time before I can get the money, then. I have sort of been living from payment to payment... and I can't keep working as a cleaner at the saloon if I am mutating into a cow, so I would need to get the money for my entire stay all up-front." He walks into town as a demi-cow and he would immediately be shot, mistaken for some sort of demon.

Danellia thought to herself a moment, shaking her head. This would not do- the trader arrives tomorrow or the next day unless he has been shot and robbed on his way to Dustbowl. He was originally considered the best means of getting subjects to test on, and remains the best option for all but the cow elixir. She doesn't want to hold onto the elixir for Allan and miss the opportunity to give it to the trader only to have him potentially change his mind later, and then be stuck with one elixir she cannot get rid of.

"Forget it. You won't need money as a cow, so just give me all you have now and I will take the rest when you are a cow- in the form of milk." She pointed her index at him firmly. "But understand this- you are going to be turning into an animal. I will treat you accordingly. You do as I say, no questions, got it?"

Obviously if Danellia works at the saloon during the day, she cannot also be on her ranch to milk the cows- she has two workers under her that help with the ranch work while she is off doing her second job at the saloon. One is her cousin Davis- he had to be let in on the secret but Al likely will not see much of him- he keeps the grounds and maintains the equipment, not the cows themselves. Tending to the cows is a woman by the name of Eris. Danellia leaves her instructions and Eris herself will be the one tending to the cows and making sure Allan is still alive and well during the day and hasn't mutated into a blob of random limbs and organs by mistake.

Danellia cooked him a fine dinner that night, but after dinner she seen him to the front doors. "There should be two empty stalls still, pick whichever. Eris will be by first thing in the morning when I head out to the saloon with a human breakfast for you." She chuckled. "I don't expect to start you on cow feed yet."

"O-oh... the barn, huh?"

"Well, you'll end up there eventually anyway. And no offense but we only really just met, I can't have you in the house proper with me. Like I said- people like Jeremiah been trying to make prey of me for years. A woman doesn't survive in these parts by letting her guard down."

He nodded sadly. "No, I understand ma'am. And it is right kind of ya to be doing this all for me in the first place, I appreciate."

It was hard for Al to tell if something was actually happening to him or the subtle feeling in him was just his body psyching itself out in anticipation of something happening. He made a bed for himself in one of the stalls with a block of hay and an old blanket. Well... this is what he asked for, but till his body actually changes it will be a bit awkward. By the following morning he had not changed at all, and Eris woke him to give him a nice breakfast. Since his mind hadn't devolved at all, Eris gave him a book to read to pass the time, and he was let out with the rest of the cows into the field so he spent most of the day napping in the shade of a tree at the far edge. It was so relaxing he didn't really even need the book. It was nice to just not have to think of anything for a change.

Another day went by and Al had dinner with Danellia again in the house before heading back to the barn. This went on for four days without any changes seeming to happen, at least... that he could notice. He did feel odd all over, but could not place the reason. Then he noticed by the second day that he did not need to trim his facial hair- its growth paused entirely. Then his skin started to feel oddly tight and smooth.

By the third day; much of his body hair had vanished entirely on its own during the night, making him still smoother. What he could not see on his own for a lack of a mirror- Eris and Danellia noted his adam's apple seemed to vanish from his throat and his midriff deepened as he lost a set of ribs. On day four; Danellia brought him to a full-body mirror she had in her bedroom to let him see himself. As the day had gone on he noticed his clothes fitting worse and worse- his entire body getting a bit smaller.

If he looked soft before- he looked like a flat-chested woman at this point. His skin is soft and smooth and his frame thin and feminine. Though, his hair is still short, he doesn't have plump lips or round hips, his genitals are unchanged, and he utterly lacks breasts.

He blushed brightly, hugging his loose clothing to himself. "I didn't expect... hrmm."

"What? A cow is a female bovine..."

"Well yea, but I am currently not bovine is the issue. I figured it would turn me into a cow, not turn me into a woman and then a cow."

Danellia shrugged. "Well, you're not a woman just... feminine. The elixir was never tested on a human before so... no way of knowing what it is going to change first or how quickly." She lowered her voice. "I think you're kinda cute, really."

His blush renewed, looking sheepish. "Th-thanks, I guess."

"You've another day before the next dose..."

"Oh, I need another elixir?"

"Yea, they were arranged in three rows in the case, remember? They were not ALL different species- each set has three elixirs. Using all three at once could be potentially hazardous- because if one part of your body changes completely into another species before everything else has changed at all; your body might not be able to function, for just long enough to kill you."

The next day there was a nice breeze out in the field so you could be under direct sunlight for much longer without cooking yourself. Usually the cows remain near the barn even when let out, or group up in the shade of the several trees scattered around the outskirts of the field- but today they were scattered across the entire range. Every so often Al had to quickly grab his pants and pull them back up before they fall completely off because they were much looser now. That should hopefully fix itself soon enough- it is weird that he got smaller in the first place. Women are generally smaller than men but they also have much wider hips, and cows are just much bigger overall. Allan somehow fell into an awkward in-between where he is unlike any of the three bodies he is stuck between. He wandered among the cows letting them smell him and lick his hands. The cows also enjoyed the extra attention. The bull glared at him, keeping an eye on him but did see him as a threat to the herd, so he did not charge.

Thanks to the wind Al was able to tell right away that his hair was growing unnaturally fast. At first it ruffled around more than usual, and then became wild as the breeze played with it. Before it was even noon it was long enough that it hit that awkward phase where it is just sort of all over the place all the time- but thankfully became long enough by noon that he would tuck it behind his ears to hold it in place. He noted his ears were also slightly pointy now- not cow ears, more like short elf ears at the moment. By late afternoon his formerly short hair was swirling around behind him in the wind, long enough when resting to touch the middle of his back! Yet again a feature cows don't actually have. But it made more sense now that he knew there were three doses. This was basically just setting it up- the next dose was likely more changes, and the last one to finish things up.

Eris wandered out late afternoon to check on the cows and wandered over to Al resting in his usual spot in a tree. One of the trees opposite of the barn had been hit by lightning years ago but did not die- instead it regenerated in a very low Y shape, so you can sit easily in the crook between the twin trunks as a natural chair.

Al cocked an eyebrow at her bright smile. "What?"

"Iiiii got something for youuu!" She pulled a box shaped brass bell from behind her back and a short length of rope! "Ta-daa!"

A cowbell, the same as the other cows to make sure they do not wander off. Or, if they do wander off they are very easy to find again- just listen for the bell. The surface of the metal isn't really smooth- it was hammered into the shape and soldered together, rather than forged in this shape. He smiled timidly and put it on, though had a lot of rope length to spare- but that would change when he gets the neck of an actual cow.

Al flicked the bell with his finger to ring it. "Thanks. It is a soothing sound. Oh-" He motioned across the field with a nod. "Davis is comin."

Eris and Allan watched Davis make a beeline straight for them across the field, looking out of breath. He was not even going to be on the ranch today. He quickly explains that Danellia ran over to him on a sort-of break at work to get him to run to the ranch as quickly as possible! An inspector is coming to check on the two dairies in Dustbowl, and luckily went to Danellia before simply coming to the ranch itself. Al did not understand the urgency at first- the ranch is well kept, what do they have to worry about? Well- him. There is only one health inspector- so he has seen Allan before from inspecting the saloon. He isn't in a state he wants to be seen by anyone else in at the moment, and the inspector is going to inspect everything- the only way he avoids being seen at all is simply not being on the ranch at the time... but leaving the ranch risks getting seen by any other random person.

Al glanced around, trying to spark some ideas. "Is there a hidden compartment in the house somewhere to stash things? I could just hide."

Eris furrowed her brows. "Ya'll been watchin too many of them fancy cinema reels the old kingdom has. There is barely enough regular compartments, never mind no hidden ones."

Then Eris got an idea and took his hand, running back to the house real quick with him, while Davis went to the front gate to meet the inspector. Both Davis and the inspector left for the ranch at the same time, so he had only arrived just a short bit before the inspector because he ran the whole way. Eris dashed into her boss' bedroom a moment and scrambled back out with a dress. Al took it naively for a moment before realizing what she intended to do. Allan changed enough that if he dresses like a woman the inspector will overlook him. Hide him in plain sight. Allan tried to argue for another option but there really wasn't one, the inspector's job is to look everywhere and make sure everything is how it should be. Eris shoved him into the bedroom and closed the door for him to change real quick. He did not need to swap out underwear or anything, just pop the dress on. Once he was done she used a ribbon to tie his now long hair into a pony tail.

"There! You look downright pretty."

"Hrrr... let's just get this over with."

The inspector arrived and immediately went to the cows first, but also looked around the barn at the equipment, and even questioned Davis and Eris about their wages and treatment. He also asked about the elixirs. Danellia had not exactly been keeping them a secret, so he asked them if she had used any- and they said no to avoid any trouble. The inspector mostly wanted to know if Danellia had been drugging the cows, and that really wasn't the case.

Eris stood nervously with Al beside her. He kept stepping around her to keep Eris between himself and the inspector as much as possible to avoid calling any attention to himself. Eris dawned a reserved smile, adjusting some of the ruffles of the dress for him.

"Good idea, huh? You changed quite a bit since you arrived, so no one will recognize you like that."

The inspector startled them, having walked up while they were looking at each other. "Do I know you ma'am? I feel like I recognize you."

Eris looked at him quickly. "No! That is uh, impossible. She just arrived in Dustbowl today."

He looked at his clipboard, trying to find the mentioned employees under Danellia. "And Danellia hired her today then? Or is she in the process of applying still?"

"O-oh, no, she don't work here. She is with me, just uh... we are family, cousins."

The inspector raised a brow to look at Eris, and then to the nervous looking Al. "You got a voice?"

Allan was about to stammer an answer but Eris jabbed him with her elbow to shut him up. "She don't speak English, can't understand what we are saying right now." The inspector went back to marking something on his clipboard and Eris lowered her voice to Al. "You still have a man's voice you buffoon- keep your mouth shut."

The inspector finished writing, nodded and was about to say something but was cut off by Allan letting out a surprised yelp! Allan and Eris both blushed as he stumbled a bit and everyone heard the snapping of bone! It was a good thing he switched to bare foot for his female guise, because his feet just abruptly grew longer! The soles stretched and the bones inside were growing together, fusing into a singular bone, robbing his toes of mobility.

The inspector looked half worried and half puzzled. "What the tarnation was that? It sounded like she broke both her feet while standing perfectly still!"

"S-scoliosis!" That is actually a disorder of the spine and has nothing to do with feet- but Eris is betting the inspector has never even heard of it before anyway.

"...is it contagious?!"

"No. Hereditary."

He nodded, then slowly turned to walk away. "Well... good luck with that, then."

Allan quickly stumbled his way to the barn to lean on the wall for support; his feet were still changing, making it harder and harder to stand. Davis did his best to cover for him, standing so he blocked the inspector's line of sight back to Al as Eris escorted him to the front gates to leave the ranch.

It hurt to stand on his feet normally, so while leaning most of his weight on a wall; Allan shifted his posture to sit most of his weight on the front of his foot only, lifting the rest off the ground. His ankles rose higher as the bones in his soles all became a single cannon bone each. This actually loaned him at least a foot of height. His largest and smallest toes seemed to fold back when this happened, putting them behind the others, and they lagged behind as the bone extended, turning into dew claws. The central most toe shrank away to nothing as the other two swallowed its mass, becoming very large without becoming any longer. Instead what extended was his nails which grew and thickened, turning black as the layers became thicker and they overtook the ends of his digits entirely, turning to hoof segments. Over the span of eleven minutes; his feet were replaced by cloven hooves!

Without any fur, and being so narrow and small compared to an adult cow, it was hard to tell the hooves were bovine at all. Eris and Davis tried not to laugh, watching him stagger back and forth; staying near the wall as he attempted to learn how to walk again. The hoof is technically the toenail... he obviously isn't accustomed to walking on his toenails. Gaining over a foot in height almost instantly also caused a drastic shift in his center of balance, and made him sort of feel like he is walking on stilts. The hooves are not immune to sensation, they are just very thick so you'd have to do considerable damage to be able to hurt them at all- so he can now walk bare foot over jagged gravel or broken glass and be perfectly fine. If he stepped on something like a nail- he would still get fucked up. The dew claws are too far up to be of any use normally- but they do help when navigating down a slope as extra grip, or when trying to stand up since the primary segments alone do not have much traction.

When Danellia got back from work she was relieved everything went well, and told Al to just keep the dress- his old clothes had a mighty need for a washing anyway, and she wasn't sure she wanted the dress back after a man wore it without bathing first. I mean; late 1700s- most people only bathed twice a year at best. Indoor plumbing doesn't exist yet. Danellia also reminded him at tonight's dinner; tomorrow he gets his second dose of the elixir, so be ready for more drastic changes. He actually had proper hooves now for a cow- dainty and furless still, but bovine in shape at least.

The next morning it was Danellia who woke him instead of Eris- already with the second elixir in hand. She gave him the mixture before handing him a coffee to chase it- black as tar to help wake him up. Danellia had the day off work today, so she planned to keep a close eye on Allan. The saloon was being repaired- there was a brawl yesterday and they smashed up a good bit of the furnishings. Now the brawlers are sharing a cell in the sheriff's office and can wail on each other all they like. Sheriff don't care if they beat each other senseless, so long as they don't wreck the town doing it.

Allan felt almost immediately different after drinking the elixir, though it was subtle at first and ramped up rather quickly. At first it was just an odd sensation- too subtle to identify properly apart from the feeling of anticipation. Then he felt warm, but a heat deep inside rather than surface level. Then a wave of goosebumps every so often as he shivered not from temperature but from subtle movement inside. He went to get up out of his stall and into the sun but only slumped over onto his hands and knees, puzzled a moment. His body felt incredibly weak! He was full of energy and felt like he should be fine, but when he went to actually move around it was like his own weight was hard to lift. His body's strength and energy was going to something other than its mobility.

He felt a very odd sensation that made his hips buck forward in reply- it felt like his scrotum was suddenly tightening out of the blue but then there was a feeling like something touching his scrotum from behind? He went to lift the dress skirt to check and his movements stuttered and he moaned loudly as a warmth and pressure erupted inside his balls! He could feel his scrotum pull smoother as it remained tightened but the balls within expanded! Well that is weird- neither cows nor women have balls, why would they get larger?

He lifted the skirt and pinched it between his chin and chest as he tried to examine himself; though it was very hard without a mirror or even direct lighting. The giant barn doors were open letting sun into the barn but he was still in his personal stall, so he was only getting second-hand sunlight. The skin on the back of his scrotum felt... thicker? But only on the backside. It wasn't that wrinkly either, like it would normally get when bunched up. His balls started at the size of ping pong balls and were now as big as large chicken eggs. Al kept squirming and touching it trying to figure out this new change while the feelings continued. He felt two bumps back there too, and the dense skin seemed to bulk up even more, but did not advance forward so it was still only the last third of his scrotum that seemed to be affected.

He closed his eyes tightly from the feeling of change on his head- muscle grew and gathered into the base of his ears pinching them narrow at the base as the rest of the ear changed shape to become large and leaf shaped. He progressed from his elven ears to the ears of a cow- able to pivot around individually from the head.

The dress skirt shuffled around behind him as well as he felt muscles swell up and shove against the skin at the end of his spine- stretching the skin into a cone shape before the actual bones of his spine started to extend into a proto-tail!

Danellia startled him. "Need this?"

"Ah!" He let the skirt drop from under his chin to cover himself as he tried to scramble back onto his hay bale bed, but was unable to- his body still felt weak and was harder to move than it should be.

Danellia laughed, holding out a small mirror. "It is okay- you'll be naked all the time as a cow anyway, right? Besides, I need to keep an eye on your changes, so I really should be looking. For science."

He groaned, but knew that he already agreed to do 'whatever she said', so he didn't really have a say in the matter regardless. If he had a cow's body it would be fine, but the fact he is still mostly human is what embarrassed him. Right now he is neither human nor cow, just an awkward in-between.

Danellia lifted the skirt and tossed it over to the other side of his crooked knees while he was propped with his back against the hay bale. The dense flesh behind his balls was expanding quite quickly, almost matching the rest of his scrotum in size already. She nudged one of the bumps and rolled her index on it, making Al unintentionally moan. She then held out the mirror in her other hand and angled it so he could see. Teats! The dense flesh behind his balls is a tiny proto-udder! The forming, sensitive bumps are the start of his teats! Huh, shouldn't that be growing in front of his genitals, not behind them? Although the taint is part of the penis theoretically too, so his junk starts a lot further back than you'd normally associate it with.

Now Danellia blushed, noticing his penis is fully erect and bucking every time there was a little surge of growth. "What do you say we use this thing before you lose it?" She nudged the penis.

"A-are you suggesting what I think you are?"

"Well... if you want. You won't have a penis ever again, soon enough, be a shame to send it off without a goodbye, eh?"

Of course she did not want to get accidentally pregnant with a mutant calf, so she did not intend to ride the cowboy. Instead she helped sit him up on the edge of the bale and she got onto her knees instead. It took her a moment to unclasp enough hooks in her corset to let her own udders out. With her dress on her breasts looked absurdly mammoth in size, but that is because her corset does most of the heavy lifting. Once it is off she can fully fill her lungs again when she breathes- her sunken in gut becomes flat and her boobs go from standing a full foot out off her chest to only a half foot, and being on the middle of her chest to touching her midriff. Watching them flop out from her too-tight clothing was like watching the yolk fall from a busted eggshell. Her areola are massive with a soft, faded edge, but her nipples were just shallow bumps. Even without her clothes to hold them up; Danellia's breasts are still real big. Bras were not invented till 1914. Her hair is the same base brown as Allan's, but hers forms a giant mane of massive curls that cascades over her shoulders to frame her tits.

She shook her titties for him, smiling as his dick twitched in reply. She then cupped his balls gently- feeling the flesh building below them as the tiny udder segments started to overcome his actual balls in size. To him; it felt like his balls were always being gently cupped now, by his own forming udder. She kissed his penis several times, sinking the glans into her plush lips further each time before popping it in. Danellia noticed that the growth surges in the udder also seemed to mirror the pleasure spikes as the corona of his glans bopped on the inside of her lips on the upward stroke of her mouth on his cock. The pleasure causes muscle contractions and building tension- which must also help the growth and change, because it promotes blood flow. The udder pulsed in growth surges bigger and bigger. At first it was very stiff because it was essentially just skin sectioning itself off, but once the actual mammary glands started to form within and plump it out rounder it became much springier. Once the fat started to build a protective layer around it, it became soft and bouncy. Almost twice the size of his balls, the two udder segments shoved his nuts upward to fight for space, causing his nuts to be folded up onto his lower shaft to make room.

Danellia went to pop off the end of his cock a moment to get a better look at his growing udder but furrowed her brow a bit when she noticed it took longer to get off his shaft than it should have. Both Al and Danellia looked at his twitching cock when it popped out. Is it... longer? After a moment of not touching his penis its size did not seem to change though, and the growth surges of his udder slowed drastically without the pleasure spikes to help it. She went down on it, sucking the shaft from bottom to the top and it happened again! They looked at the shaft and it definitely was bigger- but only the portion beyond the foreskin expanded. It grew as if being stretched by the suction of her lips! So Danellia went down on him again, this time not popping completely off, tugging the shaft longer, then went down to the foreskin, then pulled back and stretched it again! That is bizarre, why would his dick get BIGGER if he is turning into a female?! At the base of his cock the thicker veins branched to lead down to his balls and udder, and then started to get even fatter; now visible trailing up his midriff a ways- milk veins.

His skirt flopped around behind him as his tail continued to form- now quite long and developing hair on its end to form a tassel. Al threw his head back from the pleasure of Danellia literally stretching his cock out with the suction of her lips, as if it were made of putty. The cowbell around his neck clinked from the movement, which turned him on even more. Finally really starting to become a cow!

Danellia popped off his longer dick and heft her huge breasts before plopping them heavily into his lap! Even two inches longer than before his cock barely peeked out her cleavage. "Let's see if it can grow its way out of these?"

"W-wuh... why? Is it growing?!"

"Bovine traits got to it before female traits did- it is becoming the phallus of a bull."

Though still on her knees she stood up further and tilted her spine back so she could lift her tits up off his lap a bit, bending forward again to slap them down. The soft, bouncy masses undulated with the movement, spreading across his lap before springing back into a more round shape. The wobbling tit flesh smothered and gently tugged against his shaft, especially the base where the foreskin remained, causing the rest to divide and grow further out! The foreskin was becoming a sheath- though not fused to his underside yet. As the cock stretched longer it very slowly also became more narrow- the shaft neon pink while the base more of a peach-pink. His glans became more and more stretched into obscurity, not expanding with the rest. It stretched longer and longer, almost itchy with pressure with each new surge. So tight with each expansion that the surface skin was as tight as the engorged shaft within. Less human in appearance the bigger it becomes, turning into a tapered pillar meant for beasts. Twice as long as he used to be, it was exposed enough for her to once again suck on even with half of it buried in wobbling tit flesh. Danellia could feel the small nipples of his still swelling udder segments press into the underside of her breasts too. She had to start leaning back further and further to be able to continue to suck on his cock as it kept getting longer. Three times its old size, then four, then five! In his sitting position his dick's tip is level with the top of his head, if Danellia didn't have it bent in a forward arch to get it in her own mouth. His balls gave an audible gurgle, surprising and turning on both of them. His balls surged in size from large chicken egg sized to the size of a baseball each! The feeling of gentle pressure in his nuts, his udder nipples rubbing into her tits, and Danellia both sucking his dick and tit-fucking it finally sent him over the edge!

The urethra is not any wider than it had already been, but the volume of cum was considerably bigger than normal- so the jets of cum it fired off were strong and numerous. Because it is so long, it fired directly into Danellia's throat and bypassed her mouth entirely, so she had no choice but to swallow. The more solid structure of the udder segments forced his balls up against the base of his shaft, so when they tightened and rolled back with each jet of cum, they also rubbed his dick.

Danellia popped off his dick and it flicked up and sprang back upright with so much force Allan flinched- thinking it was going to flick far enough back to smack him in the face. That was a bizarre sight- his cock so long and narrow that it divides his vision now, grown past his face by a bit. His body size isn't anywhere remotely close to a bovine- but his phallus is now completely bovine; both shape and size, making it disproportionately giant on him. Danellia licked her lips and caught her breath as she examined his much larger udder segments now- almost the size of her own breasts, though a LOT firmer.

Al however groaned and leaned forward a bit, breathing heavily still. "I feel... o-odd..." He groaned again and his balls let out a quiet muffled *bloop*and then a squelch as they started to enlarge again! This time growing steadily instead of in a rush. "O-o-o-oooh! N-no, I feel... feel s-so... hard, so... full! So full! O-ooh, I need to cum! I have to- I- I- I- a-am c-c-cuumming!" His balls ballooned to the same size his udder segments are, shoving them back as if in defiance! "Aaah, m-m-moOOO!"

His hand reached for his shaft, but did not even stroke it once before he erupted again- so all he was able to do is push the shaft further out from his face so the eruption did not land straight back down on top of him! Danellia scrambled back out of the way of the white rain too, surprised and amused by the sight. He was cumming even more than he just had only moments before! When he was done he was absolutely exhausted, flopping back on the bale of hay. If he hadn't drank a cup of coffee as black as Jeremiah's heart, he would have fallen right back asleep.

"Uuugh... why do the changes have to be so lopsided..?"

Danellia smiled, dipping her index into some of the white goo, sticking it between her thumb and index to show him its consistency with a smile. "More liquid."

"So? I just shot twice in a row of course it would be thinner..."

"Nnnno- you came more the second time actually. It is just more... milky now."

"W-w-what?"

He forced himself to sit up as she knelt beside him and gently rubbed his balls, as if looking for something. Sure enough, she pointed out the skin is denser at two points on his scrotum. A place where nipples will grow. His udder segments are training his balls- influencing them to transform. A cow udder has four segments after all, not two. His most masculine assets are being turned into his most feminine! His ejaculate the second time was two-thirds milk, not cum. His balls no longer rolled around in the scrotum- the tissue of his balls and scrotum are becoming fused as they change into udders. Both his changing balls and the existing udders were very veiny at the moment- the veins expanded ahead of everything else because his blood stream is what is delivering the elixir through his body.

His tail is now complete as well- well, except it has no fur. When Danellia got him to stand up and bend over so she could examine the tail, she undid the ribbon in his hair, letting it out again and instead tied the ribbon into a bow just below the tassel on his tail.

She went back into the house to get cleaned up and after cleaning his own stall; Al finally wandered out into the daylight to be with the cows out in the field. Wearing a dress was embarrassing, but besides Eris and Danellia- the only ones who are around to see him like this are the cows; and the cows couldn't care less. They did seem to pay him more attention now, not just to lick his salty tasting human skin, but to just rub up against him and nuzzle him. He probably smells a lot more bovine now, so it is like they count him as part of the herd now. The bull seems to be ignoring him now too instead of glaring at him all the time. Maybe the bull would protect him if he got into trouble? Allan made himself blush thinking of the bull mounting him. Would he let the bull mount him? If he turns fully cow, would that not also change his sexuality to like boys? And he wouldn't have the intellect left to think of a reason to not let it mount him, so it most likely would at some point. He wasn't sure how he should feel about that, but he didn't need to think about it, he supposed- that was the point after all.

He still felt a bit weak, but strong enough to walk around anyway. His udders' weight felt like it helped anchor his hooves down a bit more solid with each step. Every so often he would not they brushed his inner thighs a little firmer, a little lower and look down to see they are growing larger. His balls now grew with them, mirroring their size as their structure continued to change. The udders seemed to hold each transforming testicle tightly, erasing the divot between them more. Of the two muscle ribs in a cow udder, the vertical one is larger than the horizontal, so the divot it creates is much deeper. This made it seem like either udder segment grabbed a testicle and trained it to be another udder.

Today Allan stuck near the trees not for their shade but to be more hidden- with his genitals changing drastically he had a hard time keeping his hands off. Now that his balls were turning into udders, their expanding mass was enveloping the entirely of his former penis length- which is now solely the sheath, so only the very opening was exposed at the very top of his udder, hidden around the upper curvature. This also effectively fused it to his torso- since it's wrapped entirely in tit flesh, and the tits are obviously adhered to his torso. As the udders swelled out larger they became softer, jiggling and swaying gently as he walked, flopping from side to side off his inner thighs when he takes larger steps. The feeling of his new tail swishing behind him was great too- and he did think the ribbon behind the tassel looked adorable. It was another reason to look forward to being rid of his clothes too- the skirt did not allow for that much room for the tail to lash around.

As the day went on his changes continued slowly and the strength returned to his body in exchange. The little nub nipples remained the same on his udders till an identical set formed on what had formerly been his balls, and then all four started to grow longer and a bit fatter. He could feel a warmth and weight inside of them, rocking back and forth with their motion- he is already producing milk. His ability to produce sperm was now negated, no kids from this stud. The large nipples fattened as they too filled with milk, and became true teats- as long as this thumb each and even wider than this thumb! They are too large to erect themselves, and if he moves his udders around quick enough their weight folds them over and slaps the udder below them with a dull thud, usually loosing a few beads of milk from the impact.

Fur started to grow on the back of his ears to match his brown hair, and then from the tassel of his tail down, ending in a very short stripe at the base of tail onto his torso. With a returning blush, Al also noted that his nipples stood erect on their own, become a bit longer and wider, and then his areola puffed up standing still further off his chest. He isn't growing breasts, is he? It is hard to tell what he is going to get, because turning him female and turning him cow seems to apply itself as two separate effects and they don't all go to the same parts of his body at the same time. He could very well end up with breasts only to just lose them again when he gets the third dose anyway.

The next day was rather uneventful in comparison- Danellia was back to work at the saloon and no additional transformations seemed to take Allan; however his udders did slowly continue to swell. His nipples itched with pressure as their base fattened from the amount of milk he was holding in. On one hand he wanted to feel it rush out of him and relieve the pressure. On the other hand, the building pressure was hot and he sort of wanted to see how much he can hold in the first place- and if holding it in will help it grow even bigger! This is the crown jewel of every cow after all, he wants to be huge! The more milk he makes the most useful he is on the ranch. And y'know, the pleasure of being milked.

The pressure and growth turned him on too much, his bull cock was throbbing under his dress. The dress held the phallus too him and helped rub it as it emerged which only encouraged it to slide out faster! The tip was jabbing him in the chin starting to bend from lack of room so he dashed back to his stall in the barn for privacy. He had trouble pulling it out from under the dress since it was so stiff and so far up in there. It immediately started to drool pre from the touch. He started to stroke it slowly with one hand, then two. As he watched the neon pink pillar throb though another idea occurred to him. It is more than long enough to reach his mouth without him even bending over. He had to bend the shaft a bit to get the tip DOWN to his mouth, so the moment he slid his mouth over it and loosened his grip the shaft tried to pull straight again, bumping the roof of his mouth and then shoving itself in deeper!

Allan grabbed it with both hands but did not move them- instead he slid his rump just off the edge of the bale so he could thrust up into his mouth and through his hands! The top cleavage of the udders rolled up far enough to rub the very base of the shaft, and the fat teats flopping around on top felt great to move around. Pearls of milk formed all around the surface of the teats- ready to explode. He lifted his tail and pressed on his anus with it, putting pressure near his prostate subtly. His ears flicked rapidly as a shiver ran through him from the intensity of the incoming wave of pleasure. His udder gurgled as the entire surface became taught! His urethra stretched open and the rush of fluid fired up into his mouth, but then all four teats stood up on their own and he could feel the concentrated rush of fluid rub them from the inside out as they erupted solid streams of milk in a multitude of directions all at once!

His orgasm caused him to auto-lactate! It grows over his genitals, so the muscle contractions from the orgasmic pleasure also cause the udders to contract- so if they are full, the milk is forced out! He also noted immediate that the fluid in his mouth was definitely cum, not milk. It must have rerouted when his balls fully evolved into udders and grew their own teats- his milky cumblast from before was just due to an awkward middle-phase where nothing was routed correctly. Although he still sort-of cums milk, just, from the udder and not his penis. Allan's semen does not contain any sperm since he has no testicles, but apparently he does still have a prostate and seminal vesicles to pair with his cock. Since his meat pillar hasn't changed size still; he likely needs the third dose to convert his gender fully. Well... if he knew he would lactate like that he would have gotten a bucket. Embarrassed and afraid Eris finding him in a stall soaked with milk; Al quickly scrambled to get his stall cleaned up again. Although still only half changed he could already be hooked up to a milking machine later!

Allan cleaned up and got his dress on properly and returned back outside. Eris was missing from the fields- probably went into the house to cool down. It is another hot day. Well... hot for the area- it is technically always hot. The breeze was strong today again though and fluttered his dress skirt and hair. The cows raised their faces into the wind too, so he could tell they also enjoyed it cooling them.

Allan was startled so badly he actually jumped off the ground at the sound of Seren's voice. "Hey, do you know where...."

Because he jumped up off the ground, Seren immediately noticed Al has hooves, then because the wind is blowing the dress skirt back he immediately noticed the bulge of the udder under it. Then his cow ears, then the fact he looks a lot more feminine.

Allan only blushed harder the longer Seren gawked at him without saying anything. "I-I-I can explain!" There was another long pause before his ears drooped. "Okay I lied, I can't really explain."

"How did..? Oh! The transformation elixirs Danellia got from her friend back in the Old Kingdom! Daaaamn, you are brave as fuck."

"H-huh?"

Seren slowly circled him. "Damn, look cute too. Dress uh... doesn't really fit though, ya? Might want to get something actually tailored for you. But DAMN. Experimental alchemy no one tested on a human before and you fucking went for it man, balls of steel!" Seren paused a moment. "Oh- er, ovaries of steel? Not quite sure what all you got going on- don't want to stereotype you, haha. Too many people put down roots and get stuck in their ways, never changing. It is ugly. A bough that does not know how to bend, will break in the wind. Staying the same is safe, but is it really living? Progress- evolution- requires change. Pleasure and pain both required to complete the formula of true progress. But you changed the hardest thing for a person TO change- your own body! Brilliant!"

"T-t-thanks? Why uh... why are you here?"

Seren seemed to snap out of his admiration and looked around. "Oh, right. I came to see if I could bum some money off Danellia... I know... borrowing from a woman- filthy. Working the saloon and the dairy, she has a tidy sum saved up though, so I know she can afford it, and she already knows I am good for it. I may be a piece of shit but I will skin myself alive before I screw anyone over on a loan."

"She is working today."

Seren tilted his head in confusion. "Nnnno she isn't. The saloon is still being repaired. That is why I came here."

Then Allan has no idea where she is- because she said she was going to work. Seeing he wasn't going to find Danellia, Seren quickly shifted gears to asking about how the new body feels and works, obviously very curious about Al's transformation.

Seren hummed in thought. "Go full cow, huh? Mentally losing yourself... damn. I mean, if you want to- go for it, I guess. Your secret is safe with me."

"People like that Jeremiah asshole can't bother me if I am just another cow. Lazy life, but productive too." He furrowed his brows a bit. "What about you? I saw people walk all over you at the saloon, and I did not even work there that long."

Seren shrugged and chuckled. "Aaah, it is fine. I try to keep the peace, but unlike the sheriff I don't swing a gun around. I don't arrest anyone, I don't threaten anyone, I just use plain ol' diplomacy."

"Right but... it clearly isn't working. Asking them nicely doesn't usually work."

Seren sighed. "Yea, and I usually fail... so, I probably deserve to get knocked around, ya? Once I succeed in my diplomacy, I will deserve to be treated proper. Till then, kick me around all you like- I don't really care, I can take it. If they are punching me- they aren't punching anyone else."

So that is why. He cannot stop the violence without using violence- so rather than perpetuate the cycle he instead endures it. Seren invites people to beat the shit out of him to protect everyone else, without adding any further violence himself.

Al told Seren he would tell Danellia he came by, whenever she got back, and he wandered back into town. Allan was pretty confident he would not blab about his secret. Seren made himself seem like a wreck at first, but he is actually a real nice guy.

When Danellia returned she had a surprise for Allan, but did not let him see it at first. She had told him she was going to work earlier so he would not know she was out shopping for something for him. While dinner was cooking Al mentioned feeling a bit full and she immediately scoot over to the barn with him, eager to show him how the equipment works. She also wanted to get up close and personal with his udder to check it out. What are now the top two segments of the cow udder were once his testicles, but they are fully transformed now so there is no visible evidence that they had ever been anything else. He blushed brightly as Danellia made little effort to hide the fact she was examining every curve and crevice of the bulbous thing. Allan reminded her dinner was currently cooking untended so they better not take that long.

His penis is still fully bovine, but entirely invisible unless it starts to erect, because the sheath is between the udder and torso, so entirely internal because of this odd application of traits. So technically speaking- he is still fully male... in spite of the very big, very female organ. Danellia bit her lip as the thought crossed her mind that she could ride this bull all she wants, because he has no testicles so while he CAN ejaculate; it's impossible for him to get her pregnant. All fun and no consequences.

Danellia finally got to business and brought a milking machine to him- on one end a huge milk jug, on the other a long hose that split four ways with four narrow glass cylinders to enclose the teats. These machines are very expensive and there is nowhere in the new world that makes them- this one came with her from the Old Kingdom, so she only has the one. Erin can and will milk him by hand if he wants, and Danellia will milk him by hand whenever she has a day off- otherwise this machine is his go-to option. It was sort of like a vacuum, but rather than a continuous pull it pulsed. She popped all four teats in, and as soon as the suction was applied the teat swelled up fat, then beads of milk formed all around it before it erupted a stream of milk that was quickly collected and placed in the jug on the opposite end. Allan quickly told her it was fine and he understood, leaning forward to shoo her away to go get dinner. Danellia smiled- seeing his penis starting to slide out from all the stimulation. He is trying to hide it between udder and torso by leaning forward but it's so long that if it becomes fully erect he doesn't have enough torso to cover it all. She left her shy man to milk himself though and returned to tending dinner, so the house didn't burn down in the background.

Allan returned to the house after he emptied himself out and Danellia had prepared them a nice meal again for dinner first- but tonight a big salad for Allan. Over the last few days his stomach has been struggling a bit with digestion- likely switching to herbivorous, so now greens and grains for Allan! Danellia noticed he sort of spaced out while eating too- staring off into space while he chewed, and ended up chewing for much longer than he actually needed to. Or maybe he did need to? Cows have to re-chew their food several times before it digests properly, because usually what they eat is grass- and grass is not at all easy to break down.

Halfway into dinner Al paused and pursed his lips several times in a row, scrunching his face up a bit from an odd pressure in his nose. As he did; Danellia seen his nose start to blush neon pink, and the coloration of his lips started to shift to match it! With a loud hollow POP, the bridge of his nose abruptly expanded, vibrating his vision with the force! His nostrils expanded and the entire length of the bridge of his nose became almost three times the width, but did not project any further out, making it relatively flat looking for being wider than it is tall. The coloration at the end connected between lips and nose, and because of the shape of his nose shifting; the neon pink area formed an almost perfect square on his face. His lower jaw made a dull crack only he could hear, and projected out slightly further and the teeth on the lower row became broader! The teeth on his upper jaw remained the same, but a hollow pop the entire center of his face- thus also his upper jaw- projected out slightly so the two jaws aligned properly again. The change also put the end of his nose on the same level and angle as his upper lip; this gave him a demi-muzzle! It looked like he has a cow face, without actually having a cow face.

After dinner, he remained at the table and Danellia brought some bags to set down on the floor, but still did not pass any over.

"Alright. I don't know how to bring this up really, so, guess I will just start. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Y-yea..? I mean, I can't go back now, you don't have a human elixir in there."

Danellia sighed. "Devil is in the details- I didn't ask if you could, or if it is a good idea, or if it works. I asked if you want it."

"I am already making milk! And I like my cow features already, so yea."

"But... I mean, the third dose. The day after tomorrow, you are supposed to get your third dose... which will remove the rest of your humanity, including your mind."

"If I am going to be a full cow- I have to also lose my mind. I told you that before, it wouldn't be pleasant otherwise."

"Yyyeaa... but what if you are not full cow in the first place."

"You mean skip the third dose? And stay like this?!" His expression almost looked offended at the thought, but then softened as he pondered what it would be like. It certainly did not feel bad. "I would have to hide on your ranch perpetually, if anyone seen me- well, other than Seren- I would probably be shot on sight."

By now his udders seem to have stopped growing without the third dose, but also each segment of it is the size of a large watermelon, so not at all something you could just try and hide in any sort of clothing.

She gently shook her head. "I don't think you would be, actually. But again- I didn't ask if it worked."

He huffed from his now larger nostrils. "It would be great if it could work, sure. Get the best of both worlds, right? Human mind, human hands, but a cow's ability to make milk, so one guaranteed job I can always do right. But-" He shrugged.

She reached into the bag and pulled out an interesting looking dress... patterned in black splotches on white. "You agreed to do whatever I said when you started this, as part of your compensation for your stay here. We are going to try to adjust your lifestyle to match your form- an in-between."

"B-but what if someone sees m-"

"Ah-ah. Is that talkin back I hear?"

His ears pulled back. "...no ma'am."

What she got him was well outside the realm of anything he would wear normally... but, that was sort of the point. He is a human so he should have some clothes, right? But he is a cow, so it certainly shouldn't be standard attire, neither. First was a new brass bell- this one attached to a black choker rather than coarse rope, and the bell is fully forged, a brass polished so brightly you'd mistake it for gold.

She adored his new nipples too, Danellia got them a little something too. Al's chest is flat as a board still, but both his areola and nipples project a good bit out, plump and sensitive to the touch, their coloration having turned from a powder brown to a diffused red, as if trying to match the udder's coloration but giving up halfway. She pierced his nipples for him, and sure enough it did not hurt as much as he would have thought. Because female nipples only have half the number of pain receptors as male nipples. He never grew breasts- but his nipples still turned female. To adorn them, she has polished brass adornments that look like a large rectangular chain link, affixed by a straight bolt through at the top, so the bolt holding it in is thin, because the link is not. They are quite heavy and he is cannot stop blushing once she sits them in. They make great handles though. His nipples are quite sensitive and easily pleasured, so all Danellia would need to do is hook a finger in one and give it a little tug~.

The weather around here is hot, so wearing much clothes at any time of the year is probably too much. If his udders or legs sweat though- they make chafe because of sweat buildup from the skin-on-skin contact. But his tail doesn't like to be pinned down, and his udders are very large and need room to breathe too. So, she got him custom tailored leggings, again patterned white with base brown splotches, to match his hair color. They had to be custom made, so they fit down to his toes to cover his cannon bone, and rise high enough that they cover two thirds of his thighs, but made of a breathable, thin material. And to match, she also gave him matching armlets that cover from wrist to shoulder.

He nervously turned in the mirror looking himself over. "I... like it but..."

"No one is going to say shit. Listen Allan... the other day, we had a little fun in the barn?"

He blushed. "Yea?"

"You're an honest man. Maybe not strong , maybe not... skilled. But you are honest, and funny..." She blushed, giving a nipple ring a tug, making him moan unintentionally. "And cute~! I mean, you are half cow and I certainly never pictured myself with such a thing but, you are cute, and a woman needs an honest man in her life. You can stay in the house whenever it pleases you." She held out a golden ring set with four diamond slivers. "But the obedience part of our agreement stands, heh."

"W-what is-?"

"It belonged to my grandmother." He looked baffled- trying to say something but stumbling on his words. Danellia smiled, putting a hand on her hip. "Well, you can give it back to me, if you'd like."

He held it up but then closed his hand around it, realizing what she actually meant. It is a wedding ring, giving it to her would be a proposal. "I think I will hold onto it for now if that is the case, if it pleases ya."

She grinned and shrugged. "Knowing when to use your head and hold back are reasons I give you that in the first place. Just remember this- the decent folk of Dustbowl look after their own. So if you ever feel like you don't belong here... well. Any husband of mine is a citizen of Dustbowl, ain't nobody going to refute it."

The next morning Danellia ordered him to go with her into town- to introduce his current self. Obviously walking into town as he is, is a bit much, and that is where the dress she showed him came in- his 'going out' clothes. The dress is a simple one and considerably more girly than his standard half-bovine attire which is for the most part gender neutral. Acting like a woman even though he isn't one added a layer of role play which acted as a buffer against any social awkwardness. The dress has a hole in the back to let his tail out over the mid-length skirt, and a second layer of cloth on the front for his udders. The first layer has a hole to let the udders out, so the second layer covers it without constraining it, since it is essentially just a flap.

Allan let his hair flow over the front of his shoulders trying to hide his face from the sides and stuck real close to Danellia, trying to hide in her shadow as they walked into town. Danellia had a fire in her eye today though a stern look on her face- anyone who seen her knew she was serious about something. Her first stop was supposedly the most accepting of the lot- the town priest, and sure enough he had no gripes. His Gods created both the cow and man, so what would he ever have against them being brought closer together? Next was the sheriff of course- so he and his men don't mistake Al for an outsider. The sheriff did a double-take when he walked in with Danellia, but nodded along with her explanation. Barely said a word- had a bit of a dazed look on his face trying to keep up with what he was seeing- but also voiced no concerns. Surprised and confused looks, but none of hate. Allan was expecting looks of disgust, fear, and hate, but as Danellia toured him around town- no one had anything against his new form. Several were confused and asked a hell of a lot of questions, like, WHY, or HOW, but they were just curious.

Danellia finally ended her tour at the saloon. One of the barmaids gasped and almost fumbled a tray of glasses when they walked in. Seren toward the back just smiled and waved over, since he was already well aware of the situation.

Bill nodded to her explanation. "Well, good to hear you weren't eaten by coyotes."

"H-huh?"

Danellia leaned toward him. "Oh, yea, that was the leading theory on where you disappeared to- since you stopped working abruptly and no one else knew where you went."

"W-well, I am glad I didn't get eaten too."

Billiard Bill continued to polish a mug behind the counter, nodding to his own thoughts. "Strange a man would do such a thing to himself... strange a man CAN do such a thing." Al braced himself for disapproval. "But glad you could. Glad you could find a skin you are comfortable in, and a place to belong. The world is changing fast n I recon we will be seeing crazy things like this a lot more in the near future. Good or bad- change is progress; sometimes it works, sometimes it don't." He pat Al's shoulder. "Glad this one worked for ya."

Everyone thought it was weird, and many people were surprised by it, but no one disliked it. That is why the Queen searched so hard to find this new world to settle- the Old Kingdom is too old for its own good. Too set in its ways to change, it cannot be fixed or progressed- only maintained. So the people who made the long and dangerous voyage across the sea to be in this new world did so looking for change. Whether they like the change themselves isn't important, but rather that it simply exists. If they don't like it- they don't have to interact with it, no one is forcing them to. So even if someone did dislike what Allan has become, telling HIM that is pointless, and they can just not look at him- eliminating the problem.

Al walked over to Seren at the back. "Hey, thanks for not telling anyone but... seems things took an unexpected turn anyway."

Seren smiled and put his boots up on the table. "Aye, but it worked out dandy, didn't it? You can be both human and cow. I guess that makes you the truest cowboy there ever was."

Jeremiah stormed through the front door, took one look at Allan and put his hand on his six shooter. Bill cleared his throat and put a hand under the counter on his shotgun to remind him to keep his piece where it belongs.

"Did I just fucking hear you call this... THING a cowboy?" He sneared at Al. "Disgusting. You're a freak- you don't even deserve to live."

Seren let out a huff. "Do you... ever actually listen to the diarrhea that falls out of your mouth? Like, seriously. Do you even HALF believe what you JUST said?"

"You're god damn right I do!"

"Well then." Seren stood up and gently nudged Allan out of the way to stand before Jeremiah.

Bill quickly looked to the barmaid next to him in a fluster. "Shit- go get Andrew."

She shook her head. "The sheriff prob- wait... the mortician?"

Seren took out an ornate pocket watch just as Jeremiah swung to punch him in the face. With a shrill splintering sound the face of his watch broke and so did the flow of time. Everything except Seren was frozen in place. Seren punched lightly toward Jeremiah's throat and with the same cracking sound the face of his watch repaired itself and time resumed. The force of his hand moving that far in literally no time at all was enough to nearly break the man's spine in half, firing his body out the front door again like a bullet and ripping several chairs and tables over toward the vacuum created in the wake of the force exerted by Seren's fist.

"Excuse me a moment."

Seren calmly walked out the front door as the confused Jeremiah stood up slowly, coughing and rubbing his throat. Seren held up his pocket watch again- emblazoned by the myrmecoleon royal crest.

"Your intolerance... is intolerable. By her majesties royal decree..." The face of the watch shattered again and time once again froze. "I judge you unworthy."

He tossed his entire pocket worth of change at the frozen man and the coins quickly slowed to a stop mid-air like everything else around them. Seren took out Jeremiah's own gun, aimed carefully at not him but one of the coins, and fired a single round before tossing the gun to the dusty street. Seren clapped the watch shut and turned his back to the man as time once again resumed- and that single bullet reflected off of every single one of those suspended coins; ripping a different hole through Jeremiah every time it bounced. In 0.5 seconds Jeremiah hit the ground full of more holes than a brick of swiss.

Seren sighed as he re-entered the saloon. "You'd think one of the royal magnus would be better at cleaning up the trash, eh? I am pathetic." He looked at Bill. "I will clean up the mess out front- just let me finish my drink first. I am really sorry..." Seren walked over to the baffled Allan and nodded. "Dustbowl is the new frontier- people who can't look ahead..." He motioned toward the front door and Jeremiah's dead body. "Get left behind. We look after our own. Anyone who tells you; you can't be who you are... is a sack of crap, and no one you need to concern yourself with listening to in the first place."

And so it was, that Allan permanently joined Danellia's Dairy; as both one of its cows, and eventually her husband. It took a while but someone ended up taking all three of the elixir doses thanks to the snake oil peddler Danellia hired to tour the lands with it, and it was fully confirmed it works perfectly even on humans. As far as any records go though- Al was still the only MAN to take the COW elixir in the old west, and so he would go down in the history of Dustbowl and even the greater region; as the truest cowboy.