Nothing was quite as disheartening as life after divorce. We are still friends and still like each other, hell, part of me still loves Larry. But, in the end, we were two very different people, even if we did look so much alike on the outside. We turned out to be very different on the inside. Oh sure, we both had a love of our transformations. So many years dealing with the hardships of love and life. Ones endured by any couple, and ones created by the bizarre appearance of our entire family. The differences became harder and harder to ignore. As compatible as we were physically, the the emotional differences became too much to handle, even for people with more than your average amount of hands.
It started with a trial separation and quickly became apparent that we simply worked better apart as friends than we did together as husband and wife. The eventual filing of the divorce papers caused a bit of a stir in the news media. The celebrity humantaur couple that the public had forgotten about over the years, were suddenly a news item again. The tabloid paper in the checkout lane of my favorite grocery store had a picture of the two of us on the cover along with the headline: “Eight legs but two broken hearts.”
Against my better judgment I opened the tabloid and started to read the article. It contained several quotes from a “source close to the couple.” “…saw it coming for years now. Him not coming home… probably off seeing another woman and leaving her home with the kids. It is the children I felt the worst about. Already so tough for them living with those deformities, and now having the family split apart like this, such a shame.”
This close source was undoubtedly our neighbor, Marcy, a pesky woman who loved nothing more than to stick her over-sized nose into everyone else’s business and offer opinions which under normal circumstances no one would care to hear.
Larry had not been seeing other women, of that I was sure. Not that he didn’t have the opportunity. There were plenty of women on the internet who would try to arrange a purely sexual encounter with him, just as I had numerous men trying to do the same with me. Larry and I respected each other, and ourselves, too much to appease the appetites of these lurkers who wanted nothing more than to engage in “freak sex” to satisfy their own morbid curiosities.
Now that the divorce was finalized- it was a no-fault and uncontested divorce- Larry and I were able to put our differences aside long enough to make sure that the settlement on property and custody was all agreed upon outside of the courtroom other than finalizing the settlement. The last thing either of us wanted was to encourage more tabloid media coverage of a contentious divorce case.
As for Marcy’s contention that the split was bad for the children, that was not entirely the case either. The kids had endured their fair share of prejudice and turmoil growing up as all kids do, and probably even more due to their unusual appearance. But our split hadn’t created the stress that Marcy’s quotations in the tabloid would have indicated. Firstly, they were hardly “children” anymore. I would always see both of them as my babies, but as far as anyone else was concerned, they were adults now, at least legally if not emotionally.
They were on the cusp of adulthood, old enough to vote and live on their own, but not always experienced enough in the world to make the best decisions. They were both 19 years old now. I had always referred to them as my “twins.” They were, yet they weren’t. They were both born on the same day to the same mother, but obviously weren’t identical, as one was a boy and the other a girl. But, they were not really fraternal twins either as they had come from different wombs. Albeit those wombs both belong to the same woman. My baby boy, Grayson, developed in my back womb on my lower torso and my baby girl, Summer, developed in my front womb on my upper torso. So, I don’t know if they were technically twins or not, but they always were in my mind.
They always talk about the divorce being harmful to the children, and I suppose for young children it probably often is. Yet, for older kids, especially those already entering adulthood like Gray and Summer, they can sometimes know better than anyone, that two people, and those around them, are sometimes better off separate than together. Though, it was hard for me to gauge the effect that the split had on Gray. He had left home soon after turning 18 and had rarely made much attempt to stay in contact in the year since he left. Gray and I had a strained relationship for the past several years. He had a tough time growing up in his strange form. Not that he was unpopular mind you. To the contrary, he seemed to be one of the most popular boys in school and even more popular with the girls. The young girls of the neighborhood had squealed in delight when Grayson would offer them pony rides on his back when he was little. And notwithstanding my willful mother’s ignorance, I had little doubt that Grayson offered more than a couple girls a different sort of ride once he, and they, got a little older. And, no doubt, some of those now much more mature girls still nonetheless squealed in a similar manner as they had as children albeit because of a much different type of delight.
Grayson was now performing those types of rides on a regular and professional basis. Much like myself and his father, Gray had been approached by the porn industry to capitalize on his unique physique. Larry and I had always steadfastly refused such offers, even in lean years where we could have used the extra cash. I had always maintained that I had the utmost respect for actors in erotica and did not look down on them for pursuing a career that they felt was right for them. Indeed, that is exactly the attitude I told myself I believed about the porn industry. And in fact, I did believe it, until my one and only son became one of those porn actors. Suddenly, it wasn’t so easy for me to take such a liberal attitude about it. Sure, it was fine for someone else’s child to grow up to be a porn star, but not my baby. Larry and I had always seen our forms as a special gift, and thought that pornography somehow cheapened the wonder of it all. Gray had no such respect for his form. He didn’t see it so much as a wonder but rather a deformity that he inherited from his parents. A deformity that he may as well exploit if he was going to have to live with it anyway.
Grayson was well aware of my distaste for his chosen career and quickly developed a loathing of my hypocrisy in claiming to tolerant of pornography only now to condemn it after he began pursuing it. We rarely talked anymore, and when we did, it was often heated and contentious. But it wasn’t until that first conversation I had with him after his father and I divorced that the true reason for his hatred toward me became abundantly clear.
“It’s just that you are capable of so much more.” I told him with the true concern of a caring mother.
“Don’t you tell me what to do! You don’t get to control me anymore!” He shouted back at me with contempt.
I sighed and shook my head. “It’s not about me controlling you, sweetie. It is just that I want the best for you. You are so smart and so wonderful that you can accomplish anything.” I said with all due sincerity.
“Please…” Gray continued with disdain. “You’ve been controlling me my whole life… Hell, even before I was born.”
“What are you talking about, darling?” His words stung me, but I did my best to stay calm and compassionate.
“Don’t ‘darling’ me.” He spat out. “I read your journals from when you and dad first got married.” He gave me a knowing look as if he’d caught me in the course of committing a criminal act. “You’ve been controlling me before I even came into this world!”
I held out my six arms toward my teenage son, wanting so much to hug him. He backed away from my attempted embrace rearing back a little on his rear legs. “What are you talking about?” I implored.
“You did this to me, bitch!” He yelled out gesturing down with his six hands as he said it.
“What?” I was confused. “ I don’t understand.” I said as I crossed my six arms underneath each pair of corresponding breasts, which was all I could do to keep them from again trying to reach out toward my son.
“I was developing normally!” He was no longer looking at me in the eyes, but looking down, speaking in a low tone that was partially of anger and partially of sadness. “Normally!” He continued. “And you changed me into this hideous thing!”
The knowledge suddenly dawned on me. I had written in my journals that I used to keep in those first few years after my transformation. After my first ultrasound, Grayson was developing in my lower womb. He was developing as a normal fetus would, into a normal two-armed, two-legged boy. It was my will, and the lingering effects of the green pill, that had changed the fetus growing inside me to that of one that would develop into a six-armed, four-legged child. I had never spoken of this to Gray. I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret from him. It was just not anything that I ever thought worthy of explaining to him. He was my baby and I simply made him in my own image.
“It wasn’t like that, Gray.” I pleaded with him. “As you said, you weren’t even born yet. You were barely more than a clump of cells in my body then.”
My attempt to calm him, had the opposite effect and only made him more angry and offended. “A clump of cells? I guess that’s as far as your limited vision would allow you to see. Well that clump of cells grew into a monster of your making!”
I clasped each of my six arms closer to my six breasts, knowing that any attempt to reach out to him would be thwarted. “You are not a monster, honey, you are beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” He spat out like a bitter pill. “You imposed your sick sense of beauty on me!”
“It’s not just me,” I argued. “I seem to remember several of the girls at school…”
“Want to see the freak?” He cut me off. “Because that’s all I am, so I may as well make a little money at it at least.” He was referring to his career in pornography, of which it was now obvious he viewed as a freak show, and the only employment of which he saw himself as worthy.
“No, you are beautiful,” I brought one of my six hands up to my face to stem the tide of tears that were about to start flowing from my eyes. “In a way that many people just can’t understand, dear.”
“I don’t want your lies or your pity, woman.” He sneered. “ All I want to know is if you can change it.”
“Change what?” I asked confused.
“I read in your journal about how you changed dad.” He said quietly with a faint trace of new hope in his voice. “How you wished to change him into a freak like you and how all that wishing got the bum with the pill to return for you to change him.”
I understood what he wanted now. “I…I…” my voice stammered with the fear of what my only son was asking of me. “I can’t do that…”
“Why the hell not?!” My son was now looking back at me with anger in his eyes. “You could do it when you wanted it! But now that I want it, you can’t!”
“That’s just it,” I struggled to find the words for a response to his request of me. “I don’t claim to know a lot about the man or his pills, but what little I do know is that it results from desire. You have to truly want these changes deep, deep down in your soul.”
“And your desire is to have me live out my life as a freak?!” His anger was growing.
The tears finally started to roll down my cheeks. “I never would want you to suffer, my darling, but I can’t help but see you as beautiful. From the moment you were born, you were the most beautiful person in the world to me and that has never changed.
“What gave you the right?!” His anger boiling over to near tears himself now. “What gave you the right to change me like this?!”
I held one of my six hands to my face and spoke through it. “You weren’t even born yet. It was my body I was changing at the time, not yours.”
“So my body, my choice? You sound like a pro-choice ad.” He sneered. “Well, I wish you had aborted me! It would have been better than living as a freak!” He stomped out the house, the footfalls of his four feet loud in his four biker boots.
My tears started to flow more in earnest now that Gray was no longer in front of me to see them. I had thought that the tension between us over the last few years had been the normal mother-son angst that fills boys of that age. I saw now that it was much more than that. He thought of himself as ugly. Moreover, he blamed me personally for that perceived ugliness. He had been holding the full force of that anger toward me back for years. The stress of my split with his father had been the catalyst for him to finally unleash his anger and resentment towards me.
I continued to stand on my four feet in the kitchen of my home for a long time, scarcely moving and alternating between each of my six hands to wipe away the tears that flowed down my face. I stood there for minutes… hours? It was hard to say. Having four legs I could stand for long periods of time in one place without my legs getting tired like they once did when I was younger and only had two legs. I stood in the kitchen hoping upon hope that Gray would return to me and at least talk to me, if not forgive me.
But, it wasn’t Gray that finally came to me, but Summer. She opened the front door and walked in, closing the door behind her after quickly swishing her tail out of the way first so as not to catch it in the closing door. She lazily threw her backpack on the hallway floor and strolled into the kitchen where I had barely moved since Gray had left. I had my two upper hands pressed against my now red and puffy face, peeking through the windows created by my fingers as I held them over my face. I looked down, hoping to see the dust covered biker boots of Gray. I instead recognized the four white canvass sneakers that adorned Summer’s feet. I didn’t look up. I felt the comforting embrace of Summer’s four arms around my shoulders.
Summer had the fewest arms in the family. She had four arms, with an extra set of arms directly below her uppermost arms. After I married Larry, I had transformed myself using my deepest desire and the lingering effect of the green pill, to give myself three more sets of breasts, in addition to my two pairs I already had, for a total of ten breasts. I had three pairs on my upper torso and two more pairs on my lower torso. Why had I done this? I had originally been content with four breasts and four arms. My desire spring from my love of Larry. If I had to pick one single favorite part of my transformed body, it was of course my horse tail. Oh! My beloved horse tail! I had never wanted anything so much as I did that horse tail and never been so happy with anything since. With Larry, on the other hands, pun intended, it was the arms. He loved his transformed body just as I loved mine, but for him, the single most important part was the arms. He gave himself, with the help of a blue pill procured by me, six arms. Once he hugged me that first time with those glorious six arms and caressed my four breasts with oh so many hands of his, I felt the desire to hug him back with six arms of my own and to give him more breasts with which to squeeze with his many manly hands.
When I transformed the growing fetus in my upper womb, that would become Summer, I had, without much thought beyond pure desire, created a hybrid. At birth, she had ten nipples which would, at puberty, become ten breasts like mine, and of course the four legs and horse tail, but only the four arms like I had originally before adding two more after Larry and I had married.
I had never really thought too much about that decision until just now. Summer had certainly never complained about only having four arms. She never despaired over having two less than the rest of the family. If anything, she seemed happy to have two more arms than most women. But now, I was thinking. Did I have the right to give her two extra arms? Or any extra arms for that matter? Was Gray right? Had I overstepped my bounds in transforming the developing fetuses in my wombs? I had always thought that it was my body and my choice, like the choice to become pregnant in the first place. And it was a choice. My pregnancies were not an accident or a surprise. Larry and I wanted to have children right away. We conceived Summer and Grayson on the same day, though admittedly using different genitals on our bodies. Nine months later they were born on the same day. Labor was not induced, I went to labor with each one of them the same day, though a few hours apart. It was like my two beautiful humantaur babies wanted to come into the world together.
Summer and I were much closer. Sure, she wanted her independence as a teenager, but she still lived at home as she attended the local college. She endured certain hardships growing up different just like Gray, but overall, I didn’t get the impression that Summer ever hated herself or her looks. Still, after the experience with Gray, I felt the need to come clean with her about something, which Gray at least, felt was a deep, dark secret being kept from him.
“Wasn’t the matter, mom?” Summer asked as she used her four hands to lightly rub my shoulders and uppermost arms in comfort.
“There is something I need to tell you, sweetie.” I said through the pain of puffy eyes that no longer had any tears left to cry. “You were developing normally in my womb. I was the one responsible for making you like this…” I said as I looked down at her four legs adorned only in two pairs of white modified shorts, one in front and one in back. Her four legs were hairless just like mine. Neither she, nor I, ever had the hassle of having to shave or wax our four legs. Behind her front pair of shorts, she wore what was essentially a spandex tube top around the front part of her lower torso, which contained and controlled her four c-cup sized breasts on her lower torso behind her front legs. Above her front waist, she wore a modified tee shirt. Modified in that it had four holes, one for each of her arms. The tee was not especially form-fitting but was nonetheless tight enough to suggest the curves of her six c-cup breasts on her upper torso and the hint of lace on her custom-made, six-cupped bra underneath. Other than her ten bountiful breasts, Summer had the same slender frame that I had at her age before time and age had packed a few extra pounds on me. Summer had long, straight hair that exactly matched the color and length of the hair on her horse tail. Unlike the dark brown hair that I had, Summer had a more auburn colored brown for both her hair and tail. She was very pretty. Though, I suddenly worried that maybe it was only the beauty a mother could see.
“Like what?” Summer asked with a look of confusion on her face.
“A humantaur” I responded simply. It was a term that I had been using from a time shortly after I was first transformed into a four-legged form. It seemed appropriate: a centaur but with human legs rather than horse ones.
“I’ve always been a humantaur, mom.” Summer was of course very familiar with the term but was still not understanding my meaning.
“No, I mean when you where first developing, it was as a normal two-armed, two-legged girl.”
Summer smiled. “It’s just genetics, mom.”
“No! it’s not. It was the green pill. I didn’t just use it to change myself, I used it to change you before you were born…” I added. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Summer’s beautiful smile continued. “For giving me life or making me almost as pretty as you, mom?”
My eyes that I thought were out of tears erupted in a fresh stream. Summer probably didn’t even know how much I needed to hear those words at that moment. I hugged her, gripping her tightly in my six arms. she hugged back with and equally strong grip in her four arms.
Summer and I continued to hold one another for I don’t know how long. Like her mother, Summer was able to stand for long periods without her legs tiring. It was certainly one of the benefits of having four legs. Finally, Summer was the first to break away. “It’ll be alright, mom. I’m here for you….” I could tell by the look in her eyes that there was a ‘but’ coming. “But,” she continued. “I have to start getting ready. Got a hot date tonight.” She smiled again.
“Date?” I inquired. Summer knew me well enough that I wanted to know with whom she was planning to go out.
“Yeah,” She said nonchalantly. “With Mark.”
“Mark?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you know, works construction at his dad’s company.”
I sighed. “Not the one with all the tattoos up and down both arms?”
“The very same,” Summer said with a chuckle. She looked down at her four arms. “Maybe I should do the same.”
“Don’t you dare.” Playfully allowing myself to take her bait.
“Tell you what, Mom, I’ll just do two of my arms, and leave the other two all natural.” Without waiting for a response, Summer ran up the stairs with a four-legged dexterity that still fascinated me even after living as a humantaur for so long.
When Summer had said “get ready,” I knew what that meant. She was similar to her mom in that she loved to show off her extra limbs and the best way to do that was in sheer nylon.
Sure enough, it wasn’t but a few minutes later that I heard Summer yelling down the stairs. “Mom!” This was a call with which I was very familiar, one in which she wanted help doing something of which she was completely capable of doing herself but nonetheless required her to shout “mom” just as she had been doing since she was a little girl.
I looked up the stars to find her adorned in nothing more than four sheer black nylon stockings and four sheer back nylon gloves, She was making little effort to cover her ten bare breasts since no men were in the house. “I can’t find one of my shoes!” Summer shouted down.
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“What shoes?” I shouted back to her up the stairs.
“My black heels” She responded with frustration as if I should just somehow automatically know to which shoes she was referring.
“The pumps?” I hazarded a guess.
She loudly sighed. “No! open-toe, strappy ones!” She let out another sigh of frustration. “I can only find three of them! I can’t go out with only three shoes!”
“Borrow mine,” I offered.
She sighed even louder this time. “Oh, your feet are too big.”
“I’m a half size bigger than you is all.” I said as I started up the stairs with a lot less spring in my four legs than Summer had. “I’ll help you look, dear.” I offered knowing that nothing short of me finding the exact shoe she wanted would suffice. I looked around the room only a brief while before finding the M.I.A. fourth shoe under Summer’s bed. Something she could have easily found on her own, but preferred to stand and mostly pout while I found it for her. I looked at her, clad only in her black nylon thigh-high stockings, and long black sheer nylon gloves. I couldn’t help but think of how pretty my daughter was. I just couldn’t believe that Gray didn’t realize how handsome he was. The very thought of him thinking that way about himself pained me. Thankfully, I was too busy helping Summer get ready to dwell on it too much. I had to help avert the several related crises of helping her find the perfect earrings, the perfect necklace, and the perfect dress. She eventually settled on a gold and ruby pendant and matching dangly earrings. The red of the rubies matched well with the red highlights of her brown hair. Her dress was a black and gold sequin dress modified to cover her four legs and lower torso, with a hole in the back for her tail to stick through.
“How do I look?” Summer asked, twirling around as much as someone with four legs could.
“The hem length is too short.” Making my required motherly statement, before saying: “Otherwise it looks gorgeous, honey.”
‘Thanks, Mom. Don’t wait up.” She said as she made her way back to the front door to leave in her four heels that were equally too tall as her dress was too short.
After Summer left on her date, my mind wondered back to the argument I had with Gray. Thoughts of it consumed me and I slept quite poorly that night. The nights that followed weren’t much better. I finally decided that the only resolution was for me to give Gray what he wanted. I would have to undo what I had done to him so many years ago. My guilt would eat away at me if I didn’t. Besides, is it not a mother’s job to make sure her child isn’t suffering?
I needed the man… the delivery boy. I thought of taking out ads online and elsewhere, but I knew that was not the way to contact him. The only call that he responded to was true, deep, and intense desire. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to accomplish those feelings. After all, I truly did find my son to be beautiful. But, if his form was causing him pain, then the desire to make him better was even stronger. I had to take his pain away. The pill could do that, just as it had taken my depression away so many years ago. I could transform him into what he, not I, considered to be beautiful.
When my desire ran deep and true, the man returned right on cue, back at the parking lot of my favorite mall. The stores had changed over time, the parking lot had been repaved a couple times over the years, but the place was still the same.
Time had not changed him in the slightest. He was still just as dirty, smelly, and ugly as he had always been. “I have what you need.” He said in the same toothless grin filled with bad breath.
“It is not I who needs it.” I spoke plainly knowing any attempt to discover who or what he was would go unanswered.
“But it is your desire, is it not?” The man asked already knowing the answer.
“It is” I spoke as plainly as I did sadly.
“Then here you go.” He held out a single red pill encased in a small glass container with a screw-top cap. I grabbed it without question from his grubby hand. I turned to walk away, flicking my tail as I did, hoping that it would catch him in his dirty little face. It didn’t. But he did speak once more. “Three times now for you, little one. You must be very special indeed.” I turned back around to ask what was so special about me, but by the time it took just to turn my large humantaur self around, he was gone just as quickly.
I stared at the single red capsule in the small glass bottle. I lamented having it, but knew it was necessary. I thought of destroying it, but knew that my guilt and my boy’s depression wouldn’t end until his humantaur body was gone. I decided the best way was to plunge right in like tearing a Band-Aid off quickly. I didn’t even wait for him to get home to his apartment. I went directly to the seedy little collection of trailers that the porn participants called a “studio.” I tried my best to hold my judgment at the numerous women wearing far too much makeup and far too little clothes. I tried to tell myself these were my son’s coworkers. Yes, “coworkers” I kept saying to myself in my own mind. Yet, the word that kept popping up instead of “coworker” was “slut.” I never used to be this judgmental. It was amazing how far a mother’s concern for the well being of her child could go. I was about to prove to myself just how far I would go for the sake of his well being.
I wandered around the lot trying to find someone I could talk to that didn’t look like they’d just fallen off the whore truck. Finding none, I finally approached a woman that could have almost passed for a secretary, or at least a sluty secretary in a porno. “Excuse me,” I said. “I’m looking for…”
She cut me off. “I know who you’re looking for.” She was looking me up and down almost as much as I was her. I was dressed anything but revealingly. I had on two sets of jeans, sneakers on my four feet, and loose blouses on each of my torsos showing none of my multiple cleavages. In fact, her ultra-lowcut top showed much more cleavage just from her two breasts that all ten of mine put together. She continued talking as she looked me over. “With that look, you gotta be here for Rocky.”
“Rocky?” I asked dubiously.
“Yeah, you know, the Italian Stallion.” She nodded, expecting me to return her acknowledgment of what she was saying. When I didn’t, she simply pointed me towards one of the trailers.
When I slowly opened the door to the trailer, I immediately heard what sounded like my son’s voice, but it was laden with a thick and very poor excuse of an Italian-American accent.
“Youz da gurls order da pizza? Extra sausage?” I connected the voice with the man. The man being my son. He was holding a flat cardboard box in front of his front crotch. He was wearing a pizza delivery cap and shirt with two pair of tight spandex bike shorts, one on his front legs and the other on his back legs. The one on his back legs had a hole cut out for his horse tail to stick through. Both pairs of shorts were very tight and revealed way too much of his two manhoods.
Two scantily clad women were on their knees in front of him fawning and purring over him saying. “ Oh yes, we love extra, extra sausage.” One of the women slid her very long polished fingernails down my son’s front legs.
My mind shouted to no one but myself: “Get away from my son you whore!” As much as I wanted to say that out loud, I restrained myself. I cleared my throat loudly.
“Mom?” Grayson immediately looked over to me. “What the hell are you doing here?” He tried to cover his large and semi-hard front package with what was clearly an empty pizza box. Not that it helped much since his equally exposed and equally hard back sex was still on display inside the ultra-tight spandex shorts.
“Sorry to disturb you at.. Uh… work, honey, but I need to talk to you. It can’t wait.” I said as I looked down at the two sluts in front of him as they looked back at me with equal disgust.
“Can I at least change clothes first?”
I looked away. “Please do.”
As Gray ducked into the back part of the trailer to change, there was an awkward bit of silence between myself and the two sluts with whom Gray had just been acting. One of them finally broke the silence. “So, your Rocky’s mom huh? I can see the resemblance.” I ignored her comment and went on waiting.
“Rocky?” I asked to no one in particular.
“Oh yeah,” Gray stuck his head out from behind the door and replied with a bit of a smile. “That’s my… uh, porn name, ‘The Italian Stallion.’ I didn’t pick it. They gave it to me. Think it has something to do with the four legs, horse tail, and the size of my two… uh, well you know.”
Gray returned with a robe wrapped around his front torso and with more conservative and looser pants on his back legs. We stepped outside for a more private conversation. I explained to Gray about the guilt and regret I had about changing him and bringing him sorrow in life. Gray stopped me in the middle of my apology.
“No mom, you were right.” Gray looked down ashamed. “I have to accept me for who I am, not dwell on the past. I’m sorry I snapped at you like I did.”
I held out my middle right hand and placed it lovingly on his lowermost right arm. “You don’t have to apologize, sweetie. I’ll always love you, no matter how you look. In fact,” I slowly reached my upper right hand into my purse draped across my uppermost left arm and pulled out the small bottle with the red pill. “I did what you asked, dear.”
“Is that?” He asked, not taking his eyes off the bottle.
“Yes,” I nodded supportively. “You can be normal, dear”
Gray slowly took the bottle from my hand. I looked at him, preparing myself to say goodbye to the humantaur I had watched grow up before my eyes the last 19 years. “No.” Was all that Gray said at last. “I have to accept me for who I am.”
I looked at him with genuine surprise. “That is quite a change in attitude from a few weeks ago.”
“You were right all along mom. It’s just hard…” He struggled to continue. “Hard to hear things from your mother sometimes. Sometimes you have to hear it from someone else. You know, from another woman you love.”
“Another woman you love?” I asked dubiously.
“Yeah, from Joan. I know you don’t know her mom, but we are in love and she loves me just the way I am.”
“Uh…” I struggled for words knowing now that the abrupt turn around was the result of his infatuation with a new girl rather than a true change of attitude. I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth though. If my son’s new infatuation could help him accept himself and not result in a transformation of his physical self, I was willing to see where it led him.
Grayson explained that Joan was one of his “co-workers” on the set. Oh great, now he is not just working with sluts but dating them too. I thought to myself. I only smiled when he told me. I didn’t want to jeopardize any opportunity for my son to remain the same beautiful boy that I had always known and loved.
Grayson wanted me to meet his new girlfriend. Joan was a pretty young girl, but like most of the other actors there, she was wearing too much makeup and too little clothing. Joan’s other very noticeable characteristic was her gigantic breasts. Each other of them was larger than her head. They were obviously implants, apparent not just from their huge size but also from their perfectly round shape. My mind almost wanted to be judgmental about that but then I told myself that someone with ten breasts of her own was hardly in a position to be prejudiced against someone with large breast implants.
Once I got to know Joan, she seemed to be a sweet girl and genuinely liked the company of my son. Or at least, Grayson thought she was interested in him for more than just freaksex, which was important in making Grayson feel more comfortable in his own skin.
After my favorable first meeting with Joan, Gray was in much better spirits. I wrapped my six arms around his upper torso and hugged him and was delighted to feel his hearty six-armed hug back. “I’m happy that we won’t have to use that red pill.” I admitted as I broke from the hug.
“About that,” Grayson looked at me as if there was another uncomfortable request that he had.
“Yes,” I said preparing not to like what I was about to hear.
“Since Joan is my soul mate,” Grayson said as he looked lovingly toward her. “Well… shouldn’t we be the same in body as we are in spirit?”
I knew now that Gray wanted to use the pill to transform his new girlfriend into a humantaur as well, just as I had 20 years before with Larry. I suddenly began to wonder if Gray had ever truly hated me for giving him that form, or had merely manipulated me to get a transformation pill for himself to use on his girlfriend. Surely Gray wouldn’t be that manipulative on his own mother? The anger that started to grow in me over this possible manipulation was quickly quelled. I realized whether manipulation or a change of heart brought on by a new girlfriend, the more important point was that Gray did not hate his humantaur form, and even wanted his love interest to look that way as well. I was so happy at the prospect of keeping my humantaur son in the family and, who knows, maybe even adding a humantaur daughter-in-law to the family, that I pushed away any thoughts of interrogating Gray on his true motivations.
I simply smiled at Gray and said. “I agree. One’s physical form should match their inner spirit.” I handed the bottle with the red pill over to Joan and told her. “But whatever the form, you really have to want it, my dear.”
I asked to stay at Grayson’s small apartment. It was too small for two, soon to be three, humantaurs to move around comfortably, but we managed. It seemed that Joan was already living with Gray. A mother is sometimes the last to know these details. I said that I wanted to oversee the transition of Joan into her new form. Joan, for her part, was quite excited by the prospect of her transformation. She would look longingly at Gray. I wasn’t sure if it was infatuation over him or over his form. I suspected it was a bit of both.
Joan shook the single pill from its glass container and into her palm. She placed it between her finger and thumb and held it up to just in front of her face, looking down at it. She held it there for a moment with some trepidation. Gray and I looked on at her intently, waiting for her to swallow the pill but saying nothing as she paused, not wanting to rush her. She pressed the red pill to her plump lips. Her lips were large and sensuous. They looked naturally full, free of any foreign material to make them larger unlike her huge and clearly enhanced breasts. After some more hesitation, she finally took the pill into her mouth and swallowed it with a small amount of difficulty with a sip of bright green liquid that may have been a soft drink or energy drink. I didn’t really care what she was drinking, I was more interested in the transformation. I was almost as excited to witnesses it as I think Gray was.
After swallowing the pill, Joan looked down at her body struggling to see beyond her gigantic breasts to scan for any changes to her body. Gray was looking her up and down as well. I continued to stare at her face, knowing that the effects of the pill would only take place while she was asleep. I told them as much and both of them looked a bit disappointed as if they had fully expected an immediate transformation.
Despite it being only mid afternoon, Joan wanted to get to sleep as soon as possible. She went to the one and only bedroom in the small apartment and lay down. Gray joined her on the bed, though much of his lower torso and back legs hung off the side. His small bed was barely large enough for his humantaur body, much less him and his girlfriend. They would certainly not both fit on the bed when she was a humantaur as well. Event though no other beds were available in the apartment, I had every intention of staying to witness Joan’s transformation. There was a short couch that I could relax on in the main room. It didn’t matter. As a humantaur I could stay standing, even sleep on my feet if need be. Though, I didn’t anticipate sleeping, as I wanted to stay awake to witness the changes in Joan’s body as she slept.
It wasn’t more than a few minutes before Joan walked out of the bedroom indicating that she was too excited to fall asleep. I wasn’t surprised. Not only because it was still the middle of the day, but because Joan hadn’t even bothered to slip out of her tight tube top, ultra mini skirt and high heels that she had been wearing. Gray suggested that having a couple beers or a glass of wine might help her fall asleep, but Joan politely rejected this idea saying that she didn’t know if or how alcohol might effect the pill.
And so, we talked. I spoke at length with Joan. Despite her porn star boobs and attire, she actually seemed to be a very sweet young girl. I learned more about the recent history of my son from her than I ever did trying to speak with Gray myself. Teenage boys are so hesitant to speak with their mothers about anything going on in their personal lives. It was nice to hear that he was doing well and that they were enjoying each other’s company over these past few weeks. We continued to speak through the rest of the day and late into the night. It was not until well past midnight that Joan finally dozed off. She had never made it back to the bedroom, instead falling asleep on the couch next to me. She had outlasted Gray. He was already asleep on his four feet, leaning up against a wall in the main room of the tiny apartment.
I had been sitting on the couch on where my butt had used to be before I was a humantaur, and was now the area where my upper torso connected with my lower one. My lower back was quite flexible and I was able to sit in normal chairs and couches this way, allowing my front legs, lower torso, and back legs to hang off the couch and on the floor. It was comfortable enough even over long periods. Though when at home I enjoyed my custom made chairs that allowed me to sit down on both my front and back legs simultaneously. They were essentially like two padded stools attached about three feet from each other, allowing me to rest my front legs on the front stool and back legs on the back stool. Perfectly spaced the length of my lower torso. And of course allowing space for my four lower torso breasts to hang down and not be squished as I sat.
I slipped off of my end of the sofa and gently raised Joan legs to rest on the sofa where I had just been seated. Joan had long since kicked off her high heels, but was still in her tight mini skirt and tube top. She was wearing no nylons under her mini skirt and the stubble on her legs indicated that she would have otherwise needed to shave them soon. During our conversation I had told her to make sure to envision her legs silky smooth and hairless if she didn’t want to spend twice as much time shaving as she already did. I hadn’t mentioned nylons, but hoped that she would wear them since as nice as nylons and heels on two legs looked, they looked even better on women with four legs. I looked too at the pretty pink polish on her toenails. I hoped for her sake that Gray was as adept at painting nails as Larry had been. I had been having trouble painting the nails on my back toes with any deal of precision since Larry and I had divorced.
I stood over the couch watching this busty girl sleep on my son’s sofa. I didn’t mind standing above her. I patiently waited for her transformation to begin. I had kicked off my four sneakers and was still in my jeans, athletic socks, and blouses, not to mention me custom six-cupped upper bra and my custom four-cupped strapless lower bra. Joan had no idea yet what her custom wardrobe was going to cost her. As I looked down at her, straining to find any hint of change, I thought for a moment that perhaps the pill would not work on her. Although it seemed like ages to me as I stood and waited, the changes actually started to occur relatively soon after she fell asleep. As I noticed the most minute changes starting to occur to her body, I tiptoed quietly on all four feet over to my son still resting against the wall. I held out each of my three left hands gently, so as not to startle him, and lightly touched his three right arms and woke him.
“She’s starting to change,” I whispered ever so quietly so as not to wake Joan. Gray slowly blinked his eyes awake and glided over to take position above Joan to join me in watching the transformation. We viewed her body intently trying to pick up even the slightest of changes. They were subtle at first and became more pronounced as time went forward. We noticed changes to her huge breasts. They were changing, not becoming bigger, not even really changing shape. They were still huge and very round, but something was definitely different about them. Their… density was altering. Then it became apparent. She was losing the implants. Her breasts were staying just as large and just as round, but the implants inside them were shrinking away and slowly disappearing. While this was happening under her tube top, two small bumps started to take shape on her naked tummy just below her massive breasts. The small lumps slowly took the form of nipples, subtle at first and then more clearly defined areola. They continued to grow in size until they were, presumably the same size as her upper nipples, at least from what I could tell, her upper nipples being obscured by her tube top.
As we focused on her breasts, our attention was then drawn to her butt. It was growing larger. No, larger wasn’t right. It was growing… longer. Her butt cheeks were pressing outwards away from her body. This elongation was causing stress to her already tight mini skirt. I reached down and pulled off her skirt, guiding it down her legs and off her feet.
“Careful,” Gray chided. “You’ll wake her.”
“I don’t think so.” I said in a voice that was now more than just a whisper. “I think the pill has knocked her out cold for its… operation on her.”
With that, Gray reached down and yanked off her tube top, revealing her now naked upper breasts. As I had suspected, her lower nipples were indeed the same size and her upper ones. The flesh around her lower nipples was expanding, slowly but detectably. They already had the appearance of small breasts and were continuing to enlarge. Meanwhile, her butt continued to elongate. Additionally, two small bumps were emerging on the bottom of her elongated butt. These would undoubtedly develop into her new rear feet.
The transformation continued as we expected until Gray noticed something. Two small bumps were starting to form on either side of her head, just above her temples. Gray reached down and felt them. They were definitely growing in size. Gray continued to hold his hand to the growing lump on her head before suddenly pulling his hand back with a start. We looked down at his finger and saw a tiny pin prick of blood on his finger. I reached down and carefully traced my hand over the surface of Joan’s head. A sharp point protruded out of the lump on her lead. Gray and I gave each other a confused look, not knowing what was going on with Joan’s head.
As Joan’s rear butt and back legs were starting to take shape, small and deformed at first but slowly growing longer and taking a more recognizable shape, we noticed a small tuft of hair on her developing butt. This hair just above her crack and at the base of her tailbone was of course the start of her horse tail. I grew excited. I so loved my horse tail, that I was giddy seeing one now starting to grow on this girl. I waited for it to grow longer, and indeed it did. But something was wrong with it. As it grew, the texture, length, width, and hair were wrong. It was clearly a tail, but it did not resemble a horse tail. As it continued to grow, the tuff of hair at the end of the tail tapered into a shorter coat of fur. The tail was black at the top and faded into a pure white at the end and into a tuft of white at its end. Then it became clear… It was a cow’s tail! The sharp points protruding through the lumps on her head had continued to grow as well. I now knew what they were…. Cattle horns!
Grayson and I were confused by these changes. Otherwise however, the transformation proceeded pretty much as we had expected. At the time the transformation came to a halt, I estimated a little over an hour after it had first started, Joan was now a humantaur. She had four human legs all silky smooth and hairless. Two pair of legs in back and two more in front separated by a second human torso in-between her back legs and her front legs. Her front legs were in the normal spot below her normal human waist. She had two vaginas, one between her front legs and a second between her rear legs. Along with the extra vagina and extra pair of legs, she also had an extra set of arms, with her second pair directly below her normal upper arms. She had four gigantic breasts in two pairs of two now covering the entire front portion of her upper torso. Her breasts were just as big as they had been before but now she had four of them, each one of them larger than her head.
Whereas her two breasts before had been the product of large implants, these four monsters were now completely natural, yet they had a rounder shape and more firmness than one would expect of breasts that huge, especially ones without implants in them. Additionally, her nipples seemed to be larger than they had been when Gray had first stripped off Joan’s tube top. They were larger and longer now than they had been. Her nips, or interior portion of her areola which had before been nearly flat against the skin of the areola now protruded outwards. The nips of her areola where now the size of a man’s thumb from the uppermost knuckle to the tip.
Her lower torso contained no breasts and was smooth-chested, yet still clearly feminine in appearance. Other than the extra parts, Joan was completely human except for her cow’s tail which hung down two just below knee length behind her back legs, and her two cattle horns on either side of her head just above her temple, each of them sticking out to her sides and then pointing up and coming to a sharp tip at the ends.
Joan began to stir from her sleep in her new humantaur body. She slowly opened her eyes blinking them several times as if not sure if she was awake or dreaming. “Did it work?” She asked in a whisper, not looking down at herself as if she might be disappointed by what she found.
Gray reached down and kissed her gently on her cheek and then whispered in her ear. “You are a humantaur now, my dear.” He said lovingly then continued in a more serious tone. “Although there seems to be some cow bits…”
“Really?!” Joan jumped up excitedly, almost falling over, not used to the added weight of her extra parts. Joan looked down at herself, trying to see beyond her four huge boobs to her new humantaur body. She looked back at her now longer body and gave her new cow tail a flick for good measure. “It worked! Including the cow bits!” She said excitedly as she used her upper two arms to reach up and grab hold of her two cattle horns.
“You wanted to be a cow?” Gray asked confused.
“No, of course not, silly” I wanted to be a humantaur just like you. I just wanted a few cow bits is all.” She said not looking at him but rather still eyeing her new body.
“Uh… why?” Gray said still confused.
“Uh… Because cows are awesome!” She affirmed.
“They are?” Gray reached out with his middle right hand toward Joan’s cattle horn.
“I prefer horses,” I interjected though neither of them seemed to notice. I swished my horse tail behind me.
“I wonder…” Joan mused and she slowly brought her lower right hand to her lower right breast. She took her thumb and first finger and squeezed and pulled her new longer nipple. A strong stream of lactation flew out from the nipple and splashed me in the face.
“Blah!” I exclaimed as I wiped the milk from my face.
“Yes!” Joan shouted happily not even bothering to apologize to me for spraying me. “Of course cows are awesome!” Joan continued her previous thought, now finally looking at Gray. “They create tons of mmmm….” Joan stopped mid sentence. She looked around confused as if she could no longer speak.
“What’s wrong?” Gray placed his two upper hands on her face and his two middle hands on her shoulders. “Are you okay, dear?”
“I think so,” Joan finally said, though not quite sure herself. “I was just saying that I like cows because of all the mmmmm…..” Joan stopped abruptly again, not able to finish her sentence.
“Something’s worng” Gray was worried, looking at Joan directly in her face. “What’s worng?” Gray asked in a panic now looking to me for help. I shrugged, not knowing anything more myself.
“The… The… Mmmmmmmm…” Joan struggled to find her words. “The… Mmmmmmmooooooooilk!” Joan finally managed.
“The mooilk? What is that?” Gray asked still concerned for Joan well being.”
“I don’t know,” Joan said, still not sure herself. “I just tried to say that word, and couldn’t for some reason. I just hope it doesn’t happen any mmm… mmm… mmmooooore!” Joan screamed out the final word as if it were very difficult to get out of her mouth.
What Gray and I quickly came to realize is that any word that started with the letter “M” immediately caused Joan to stammer. And she could only say the word at all if it was proceeded by a long and loud “moo.”
Joan seemed concerned. “I don’t understand. What is the… mmmm…. mmm… mmmmmoooooatter with mmm… mmmooooe?”
Grayson looked angrily at me. “You didn’t say these pills came with side effects!”
“I didn’t know they did.” I answered honestly. I looked back at Joan. “As far as I know they respond only to deep desires. Are you sure there was nothing you thought about, something else you deeply desired at the time you took the pill?”
“Well…” Joan looked down ashamed. “I guess I did sorta… think about how nice it would be for Gray to mmm…. mmm… mmmoooilk my four breasts like a dairy cow with mmm… mmmoooe sorta… kinda… um… mmm… mmm… mmmmooooing in delight.” Joan was blushing.
It took a few days practice, but before long, Joan was adeptly walking on her four legs. Joan had signed up for some speech therapy classes soon after her transformation to try to clear up her stammering on her “M” words. She soon dropped out of the therapy sessions however, once it became clear that they were not helping and that, at least on a subconscious level, Joan wanted to moo. Her subconscious wanted to embrace her inner cow.
And soon, Joan and Gray became accustomed to her unusual style of speech. Not to mention, Gray had to become somewhat of a dairy farmer. Joan’s four huge boobs were regular milk factories. All four of them would engorge with milk if not milked at least once every 12 hours or so. If not, they would become sensitive and sore and start leaking milk on their own right through her giant four-cupped bra and her blouse.
Eventually, Joan began to embrace her inner cow on a more conscious level. She even had the septum of her nose pierced and took to wearing large hoop jewelry in her nose much of the time. Additionally, she would often tie a pretty colored bow to her cow tail just above the tuft or hang dangly jewelry from her cattle horns so as to draw even more attention to her cow bits. And I could be wrong, but I swore that at times, especially when surrounded by friends and family, that she would choose vocabulary with a lot of “M” words.
Like at our last family holiday party, Joan had a big red bow tied to her cow tail, mistletoe hanging from one horn and jingle bells hanging from the other. She made the toast saying. “Mmm…mmm… Mmmmooooooerry Christmas everyone and mmm… mmm… mmmooooay everyone have a mmm…mmm…mmmmoooooerry and mmm…mmm… mmmooooarvelous New Year! Maybe it was just a coincidence, but sometimes I think she got off on all that mooing. But, as long as she and Gray were happy, I was happy. Though I did have to draw the line when after eating my holiday cake, when Joan offered to add a little milk to my coffee and started to pull one of her boobies out.
“Um, no,” I held out my three right hands, palms first indicating for her to stop. “I think I’ll just use the creamer, dear.”
“Your loss,” Joan said in the slurred voice that comes with too many holiday eggnogs. “Nothing like fresh milk.” She sauntered off, jingling as she went from the bells on her one horn. She pulled off the Santa hat sitting on her head between her horns as she kissed another happy holiday elf under the mistletoe hanging from her other horn. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her. After all, nothing washes away those cold and gray winter days like a little holiday cheer.
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