Blue Ribbon Ester (Patreon)

(contains Cow TF, fusion, muscles, mild-hyper, extreme lactation, sex)

The truck turned onto a gravel driveway, its driver unaware of what a dead man he was. He left before the crack of dawn with neither a word or note only to come back late into the afternoon. Without so much as a phone call for a status update, he could have been anything from dead to having an affair.

More importantly, Ester did not appreciate being left with all the farm chores. Now that the young blonde knew Jarred was safe, he was going to be strung up by his underwear over the barn door. He knew damn well the help does not come in on Sundays. What should have been a quick morning of feeding and cleaning the animals turned into a series of exhausting mistakes.

"Ugh!" she articulated sarcastically to their only cow, Vanilla. The bovines last milking for the day was not even done yet, but Ester felt ready to fall asleep on her stool. After collecting the partially filled bucket, she got up and gave Vanilla an apologetic petting. "Just bare with his stupidity with me, and I'll feed you something nice tomorrow."

The cow flicked it's tail in response annoyed to still have an udder bloated with milk. Ester never got a chance to even leave the barn when she turned to find the scrawny brown haired dork that somehow became her husband running across the fields. Jarred staggered to a stop at the entrance, propping on the wooden frame heaving for breaths.

"Ah, hunny! There you are! You're looking beautiful this evening."

"Uh, huh," Ester muttered without emotion. Somehow she doubted her toned body being drenched in sweat and red from overworking was the ideal appearance. Hell, she had yet to brush her tangled hair. Her hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously at the encyclopedia-sized book tucked under Jarred's arm. "Sweety. Love of my life. Where the hell have you been all day?"

"Wha-oh!?" Once Jarred had regained some breath, he began to walk almost casually past his overall sporting wife straight to Vanilla. Trying to coax their cow out of its stall with one hand was unexpectedly tricky while she was in a bad mood. Ester could not help but empathize. "You know how Ms. Twineweed passed away last week?"

"Yes?" Ester cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Old Lady Rachel was another farm owner clear on the other side of the county. The kind that had their own 'out of state' customs that lead to rumors, especially among the kids. Every community had its own little 'Blair Witch' to gossip over.

"They finally held an auction over her estate. Turned out she had very few relatives, so there was a lot to sort through." Jarred finally got Vanilla out into the open space of their barn. "Sorry, it took so long. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss anything good."

"Miss anything...?" Ester's eyes grew wide as she regarded the book her husband kept struggling to keep hold under one arm. Nostrils promptly flared in a rush of anger. "Oh my god, Jarred, tell me you didn't?"

"Alright, I didn't waste the day!" Jarred found himself forced to give up his struggle with the big book. He let it drop to the floor with a loud thud and proceeded to flip through its pages. "I got her damn spellbook, babe. Do you have any idea what this means?"

"That you just spent valuable money we need for the summer growing season?" Ester set aside the pail of milk taking deep, calming breaths. Her arms were too sore from carrying even a gallon, and the temptation to throw it was growing.

"Hah! Not even close." Jarred remained oblivious to his wives stink eye. His attention lingered on the book until apparently finding the desired page. A little fishing around his back pockets produced a hunk of chalk that he used to start drawing around their annoyed cow. "With this baby, we'll be doubling all our crops produce for the year. We might even have to hire more guys."

"Yeah, lord knows we work so hard on our own." Ester hugged herself to keep from forming fists. The sarcasm went totally over the man's head while he circled the cow scribbling on the wooden floor. "Do I dare ask what you're even doing?"

"Oh, this is a simple enhancing spell I've been dying to try out. Almost couldn't drive safely getting back home."

"Yeah, that might have been a tragedy. So you want to enhance our cow instead of...yourself?"

It felt almost unfair to bring up the subject so much. Jarred had never shied away from doing physical labor. There just had to be something off if Ester was the one developing muscles after years of running this place.

"What kind of idiot tests the potentially dangerous spells on themselves?" Jarred laughed as he finished up the strange writings. All that work had left Vanilla standing in a circle of white markings. Their meanings were lost to Ester.

"Dangerous?" Then again, the words she did understand were not very reassuring. "Jarred, I don't want our cow to explode."

"She won't explode!" Jarred hefted his prized book into both hands, and then paused with a pensive look. "At least, I don't think she will. The explosion spell is in a whole nother chapter. Now let's see; command words, here we go."

Whatever came out of Jarred's mouth next felt like anything but words to Ester. Everything about the scene changed like in that one movie about evil rings. The man's words rang with a booming echo despite lack of acoustics. Lights dimmed into a creepy dank while the ground itself seemed to shake. From somewhere thunder boomed without needing a cloud in the sky.

Yeah, there was no way they were testing random magic on their cow. Even if the fat beast did not seem to care about these events in the slightest.

"Knock this off you jerk!" Ester shouted over the deafening incantations. She lunged forward for the cow's reigns with no regard for the circle full of magical energy her foot just stepped on.

"Ester, stop!" Jarred halted his chant, immediately restoring the barn to normal.

BWOOM!!

There was no time for either of them to react. With the spell process broken Jarred's circle erupted into a pillar of light that punched through the barn's roof. Both Vanilla and Ester became shadows bathed in the blinding ray. Shadows that slowly melted away before the stunned man's eyes.

"Oh, no!" Jarred blinked trying to get the sparkling blur out of his eyes. There was no time to be dazed when his wife was being disintegrated. Unfortunately, he flipped forward and back across several pages finding nothing to help halt this misfire. "No, no, no, no! Ester!"

"I'm right here, silly. Don't bust a nut."

Jarred blinked a lot more, unsure if he was still being blinded or just going mad. In a final whooshing noise, the light lifted off the barn into a blue sky leaving some charred wood behind.

That and a massive creature smiling down upon the human. It was not Vanilla or Ester, but certainly shared some of their familiar traits.

"Why are you gawking, Jarred? Do I have something on my...face!?"

The creature had absently brought a hand up to feel their cheek, becoming shocked when it rested nearly a foot away on a wide snout. Panic in her hazel eyes only grew at seeing the hand on her deep nostrils only had four fingers, each tipped with a hard black shell. Her gaze drifted down the arm it was attached to, going across the ample swell of meaty curves. Every last inch of muscle and fat was covered in a pelt of fine hairs sporting different shades of brown patches. Except for the fluffy locks of vibrant blonde hair swishing down to her lower back, just above a short tail twitching it's matching blond tuft.

"What the hell did you do to me...us...whaaaat!?"

Jarred would have loved to answer the confused bovine shifting on thick hooves for feet if the book could actually give him any sort of clue. Besides her constant shifting sent so many womanly curves jiggling that she was a literally big distraction. Ester had always had a smoking hot body, even before farm work started to work her muscles. To say the enhancement purpose of the spell had not done its job would have been an understatement. This thing still wore her bright blue underwear, which strained immensely under such overwhelming bulk. Breasts big enough to engulf Jarred's head into their cleavage bulged out over the tiny cups teasing their bright pink areolas. When she turned, it was a sight to see an ass so bloated that her panties vanished between their pillow-sized cheeks. Little scraps of denim littered the hay covered barn floor telling the fate of the wife's overalls.

"I honestly have no idea," Jarred admitted. He set the book down, working up the nerve to approach the cow women. It made sense to conclude the spell had somehow enhanced Ester and Vanilla by combining the twos best features. Though he had no idea why the sight of his changed wife bouncing about was making him hard. The scent coming off this amazon beast was strong enough to fill the barn. "But I think I like this furry side of you, dear."

"W-what?" Ester whipped her cow muzzle around to stare down at her husband. Another small shock on top of everything else was suddenly finding herself two feet taller than the skinny human. Before she could think on that, her man hefted up one swollen cow teet in each hand, gently pushing them together in a circular kneading motion. Suddenly being fused together did not matter much to the anthro cow. Ester rolled her head back, flapping her pointed ears with a sensual, "Moooo!"

Seeing all of his wife's anxiety melt away was a good sign if Jarred ever saw one. Her thicker hands rested on the human's shoulders gruffly tugging him closer into her soft mounds and dense abs. That was all the invitation he needed to squish and pull on her fantastic globes with gusto. The big cow mooed with his every touch while rocking her hips against Jarred in a gentle grind.

He would have enjoyed worshiping her udders all night if Ester did not have other plans. She grasped hold of Jarred's shirt with both cowhands and used her superior strength to tear the man's shirt off. The hard shells on her fingertips were cold to the touch as they traced along his exposed spine.

Jarred shivered, giving a yelp that made Ester chuckle in a rumbling tone. He decided to retaliate by reaching around to undo the clasp of her strained bra. While that gave him an excuse to press his face hard into her boobs, the strain they were putting on the clasp made it rather difficult to release. After a few pained efforts that failed to push the straps in, he settled on giving them a hard tug apart instead. The pressure worked in his favor snapping the hinges so he could peel back the tiny cups.

There was an actual sloshing noise as Ester's furry chest flopped free onto Jarred's shoulders. The message they had received so far left her nipples puffed out and tender beyond belief. Instead of relieving tension, her husband's effort had mounted it behind the capped areolas. Somewhere in the back of the anthro's mind, a distant memory reminded her that Vanilla had not been thoroughly milked.

"Ah, Jarred! Aah! Aah! Fuck!" Ester lifted up the human with no apparent effort on her huge biceps. The thick lips of her snout latched onto Jarred's face nursing his mouth in several passionate kisses.

The enlarged teeth built for plant chewing were a bit scary at first, but the hard grinding of Ester's body helped him get over it. His arm draped around her beefy neck while working their tongues together in a saliva wrestling match. Having some extra grip unintentionally gave Ester a bit more freedom to help work off his slacks and boxers.

They had been so busy kissing that Jarred failed to notice Ester carrying him around the barn. The cow had no problems supporting her tinier husband with one hand under his naked butt, using the other to retrieve an alpaca rug to throw across some bails of hail. Jarred himself was deposited atop the blanket with only a bit more care.

"Oof! Wha...o-oh!"

Ester clambered on top straddling his hips between thick, juicy thighs. The grass smelled delicious enough for her cow feast on, but all that stimulation left her loins with a stronger craving for that erect dick. Too bad the situation almost made her regret having such epic boobs straining with fresh lactose. It was hard to aim with their large size blocking any view of the ground. Luckily a little careful alignment with one hoof-hand allowed her to slowly descend until her tender pussy was speared by Jarred's throbbing member.

"Ngghh! Aah wow ow!" Jarred moaned, gripping the shaggy blanket tight in both hands. Ester's lips kissed teasingly at the tip of his cock before gently enveloping it into her slick folds. Space inside had turned out a bit bigger than expected, like much of Ester's cow self. She quickly made up for it with a hard clench of her tunnels muscles. That got it milking Jarred's shaft hard all the way until their hips slapped together.

A sensual mooing from Ester affirmed she enjoyed the feeling as well. Her brick abs crunched in slow, firm crunches, massaging her man's member from the inside. It was really adorable to watch the tiny human squirm with each spasm.

Getting his member milked inspired Jarred to offer some reciprocation. His hands shot up to latch onto the cow's plump backside. Neither realized until that moment just how sensitive the thick cow's hide really was. Ester arched her back in a surprised moo while inadvertently driving down on Jarred's cock. It almost caused him to come right there, however Ester fell forward blanketing his face with the soft flesh of her boobs.

"Mmppphh!?"

"Oh, moo to you too, dear!" Ester planted a hoof-hand on either side of Jarred's head. Arms loomed as pillars of dense muscle to keep over the smaller human's eyes. Breasts sagged low so low the nipples continued to slap Jarred's nose with their gentle sway. "Come on and milk me, please? Jarred, I need it bad."

Jiggling cow hips rose half off the human's shaft before letting gravity slam them back down in emphasis of her point. She hardly left Jarred in a position to say no. His hands eagerly abandoned their place on Ester's butt and traveled up to clamp down directly on the giant pink nipples. As thank you, Ester gave out a soft moo as she ground his shaft with a lot more strength behind her hips.

They continued to work together, finding their own rhythms for lovemaking. Jarred kneaded the giant cow teets in steady clockwise formations, using palms to push them in and pinching their nipples to pull them back outwards. Ester responded with several hard grinds. That fat cow ass alternated slamming upon the human's hard dick and wiggling it with gentle circular hip rocking.

THWP! THWP! THWP! THWP! THWP!

"Ah, moo! Ah moo! Mmppphh! Ah, fucking moo!" Ester's undulations grew faster and harder. Breasts splashed hard around her husband's palms smacking his face repeatedly. The thin tail thrashed about with each crashing bounce of her butt. An unbearable pressure reached a threshold both in her loins and behind her nipples. The later of which began to puff out like caps ready to burst.

For Jarred, it was all he could do to hold on. The very hay supporting them was caving into a butt-shaped grove thanks to Ester's ungodly leg strength. It was probably the only shock absorption keeping his pelvis from being crushed into an internet meme.

"Mmpphh! I love you, Ester," he seethed through clenched teeth. All the attention the muscled cowgirl was giving his groin broke the man down fast. As she continued to slam down with more power than a jackhammer, Jarred felt his cock twitch, and pull back tight. Ester joined him in a chorus of pleasured moans as his prostate pulsed, firing off streams of sticky white spunk deep inside her tunnel. Most of it did not make it in that far. The rapid humping of Ester's hips spilled their cocktail of juices across each other's thighs.

BRRRRRRRRRMMMM!!

Jarred had barely finished his orgasm before the sloshing tits in his hands gave the loudest rumbling vibration yet. He blinked and continued to quizzically squeeze the furry mounds. They seemed to be impossibly firming up before his eyes. Once loose sagging flesh pulled taut to give them an almost fake looking round shape. Nipples continued to shake even without the drastic shaking, puffing nearly double their already thick size.

"Um...E-Ester?"

"Ugh! Mooooo....s-so close, dear!" Saliva sprayed out of Ester's muzzle with her breathy words. Her whole body had gone into a rough grinding against Jarred, further squashing out the hay bails beneath them.

POP!

Jarred gawked upon hearing something in Ester's boobs give. Immediately warm fluid began to drip out of each nipple onto his confused fingers. With each successive hump, the flow increased until there came a gentle trickle, which grew into a constant stream. The scent of lactose filled the barn as even more hard bucks loosened her ducts into rushing spouts. The dam had been broken, and no amount of pinching those hard nipples could get the milk flow to stop.

Jarred knew he was doomed when Ester's body gave a hard shudder and her motions became slow and stiff. A mess of sex juices leaked out between their locked organs to drizzle across the shag blanket. Her hands clenched carefully but firmly onto the scared human's shoulders.

"E-ester...w-wait! Don't!"

"Aaahh! S-so close, moo! I'm...I'm going to...Mah-MOOOOOO!!"

BWOOOOOSSSH!!

There came a mighty flow of fluids from Ester's pussy as it contracted hard around Jarred's dick. However, that was nothing compared to the cannon fire that erupted from her cow teats into Jarred's face. It was almost a shame neither of them had considered setting up buckets. The waterfall that poured out the open barn doors to soak the grassy fields would have set the pair up for a month in sales.

At the moment though, Jarred nearly went into a coma thanks to his mutated wife's breast orgasm. An overdose of milk was just too much for a man already in afterglow.

It got slightly worse when Ester eventually came down, figuratively and literally, on top of Jarred. Even without the excessive milk stuffed inside them, her breasts were soft and big enough to smother the helpless human beneath them. A lot of frantic slaps against her butt were needed before the sleepy cow rolled over enough to let Jarred breath again. Too bad she continued to keep buffed arms coiled around his body like a sexy teddy bear.

Just as well. Both farmers going to need a lot of rest before having the energy to clean up all this mess. And then there was the matter of trying to separate the fused amazon back to normal. Assuming there was such a spell even in the book.

As Jarred laid there enjoying the gentle mooing snores of his changed wife, he could not help but ponder; if Vanilla had only been partially milked, what was this going to be like on full tanks?