Mother-in-MOOOOO!

(Woman to Cow)


Erica had a decent life.  Her husband had passed, leaving her their country farm.  She’d aged, but she’d aged well, her face mostly devoid of the creases that plagued other women her age.  She was well past the age at which she could bear children, but she’d already had a beautiful daughter named Becca.  It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t terrible either; she’d been able to take the goof with the bad thus far.  Until Becca had married Jurgen.
Jurgen.  Just the thought of his name brought a snarl to her face.  Luckily, she had a plan to deal with him.  She’d visited the town’s apothecary earlier today, quickly dismissing his warnings of how dangerous the majicks she was invoking were.  His warnings only made her more excited—unstoppable and irreversible changes were exactly what she had in mind.
Yes, Jurgen had almost no use as a man, but as a bull he’d bring the family a good deal of wealth.  All that was left was to wait for him to drink the potion.  She’d set out their cups at dinner, and now quietly supped on hers, waiting for him to drink.
Unfortunately, he was involved in what was evidently a riveting conversation with Becca.  They’d been talking for some time about their future plans together—if only Erica had been able to warn her daughter.  But, she couldn’t risk the girl warning her husband.  Becca would have to cope with the changes.  In time, she might even forgive Erica for changing Jurgen.
If he would actually drink.  The worst part was that knowing after he drank, she’d need to wait for the potion.  On the other hand, that would let her gloat during his last moments of humanity.
Jurgen reached for his glass, and Erica held her breath as he downed it in a single gulp.
She laughed evilly, slapping her hand against her knee.  “You stupid idiot!”
Jurgen looked at his mother-in-law, arching his eyebrows like usual.  Erica felt a surge of hatred, quickly quenched by the overwhelming pride of victory.  It didn’t matter if he looked like an idiot right now, in a few minutes, he’d be out of her hair.  Although still an idiot.
Still, she might as well enjoy the moment.  “There’s a special poison in your drink that will change you into a cow in just a few MOOOOments.”  Erica’s head jerked forward involuntarily as she let out a low bellow.  She stood up abruptly, her hands flying to her mouth with surprise.
Her fingers felt cool against her lips, and she looked down to find that her skin from her wrists down had turned to a deep black.  With a start, Erica realized she couldn’t feel her fingers anymore.  As they started to make their way into becoming hooves, she realized that somehow, Jurgen hadn’t been the one to drink the potion.
She glanced down to the table, her eyes widening with horror as she realized she’d placed their drinks on the Lazy Susan.  Somehow, impossibly, the table had turned.
“Turn into a cow?”  Jurgen asked, arching an eyebrow.  The dimwit didn’t even know what he’d just avoided.
Erica turned her head to him, her nostrils flaring.  “UrrnOOO!”  She bellowed, heaving forward again.  This time, her face stretched with the bellow, her lips thickening into those of an animal.  She continued to bellow as though it was a coughing fit.  With each groan, her nose flattened out more, her jaw became thicker and blockier.
“Mom, what the heck is going on?”  Becca scrambled from her chair, backing away from the changing woman.
Erica’s rapidly darkening eyes watered as she saw the horror in her daughter’s eyes.  She stretched out a hand, letting out a coughing grunt as her fingers balled into a fist.  It became too heavy to hold up, falling to the table with a dull clop, enamel covering her hand.
Her chest felt like it was on fire, and Erica fumbled with her sweater, desperately trying to free her aching breasts.  Her tongue lolled out from the side of her mouth as she bellowed, too focused on trying to free up room for them.  She fell onto the table, her growing breasts slapping against the oak.
Erica bellowed again, groaning helplessly as her nipples elongated, her breasts merging into a single udder on her chest.  Her legs and arms started to lengthen as she gave voice to constant denials, denials which no-one in the room could understand.  She could feel the milk sack slide down her body, moving from her chest to her gut to between her legs.  It gently sloshed, an unpleasant reminder of her fate.
Jurgen joined Becca, wrapping one of his arms around her protectively.  “She—she said she was going to change me into a cow, didn’t she?  Why is she...”  He trailed off, unable to finish the rest of his sentence.  Erica snorted through her new bovine nostrils; even as a cow she’d still probably be smarter than the idiot her daughter decided to marry.
Erica coughed as her chest expanded, pound upon pound of flesh swelling from her expanding frame.  She shook her head ‘no’, bellowing a loud denial.  All it did was loosen her brown hair from her scalp, the loose strands falling to the ground even as the table creaked beneath her weight.
“Maybe we should get her off—”  Jurgen was interrupted by the sound of the oak finally giving way, the Lazy Susan clattering loudly to the floor as Erica thudded to a four-legged posture.  She grunted as a tail sprouted from her backside, a tassel of black fur marking its tip.
Erica mooed loudly, trying to stand back up.  Becca and Jurgen backed away from her flailing hooves, and Erica flattened her ears against her head with embarrassment.  Much as she’d like to crush Jurgen, she’d never dream of hurting her daughter, and she hated to see the fear in her eyes.
Just after the first drop of docility entered her mind, the floodgates opened.  Erica flicked an ear, the last sign of her human mind’s resistance to the overwhelming vapidity of the cow.  She let out an inquisitive grunt, plodding over to Jurgen and Becca.  Inquisitively, she licked Becca’s hand.
“M-mom?”  Becca asked.
The cow mooed happily at the attention it was receiving, its tail flicking from side to side.  Erica was gone, and would bother her family no more.