Rumours of a Cowgirl (FE3H) [Patreon Reward]

[Direct sequel to Rumours of a Mommy. Contains bovine and wyvern transformations, breast expansion, hypno/mind alteration/identity alteration, and MTF TG]

A warm, sunny day such as this was simply made for fun and relaxation. That’s what Hilda believed, at least.

The Golden Deer student basked in the sunlight as she leisurely strolled into town for a little shopping, nary a worry on her mind now that she’d convinced Caspar to complete her chores for her; that was, at least, until she overheard her name muttered from an alley nearby.

“...in the officer’s academy? That Hilda?” A bland, unassuming man was taken aback.

“Yes, the Goneril girl!” A hushed woman’s voice insisted.

Hilda peeked around a corner to see two people who were entirely unfamiliar to her.

“Is that why she’s so lazy? Because she’s just a docile cow?” The man murmured.

“What? Nono, you have it all wrong, she’s a beast!” The woman raised her voice in astonishment at the man’s comment. “The minotaur blood in her must be why she’s so ferocious in battle. I heard she cleaved a man in half with one swing! One swing of a training axe!!”

“Hmmph, did not…” Hilda muttered under her breath. “That’s mean…”

Determined not to let the strangers’ comments soil her lovely, sunny day, she pushed them out of her mind and continued onward to her favourite little boutique - aside from the one in Deirdriu, of course. First though, she decided to rest on a nearby bench - Hilda suddenly realised how sore her feet were and would be damned if she needlessly gave herself blisters. Each breath she took felt a bit more strained as her chest struggled against her snug outfit, so she elected to unbutton her shirt. Besides, she didn’t mind showing off a little cleavage - especially if it would help her haggle a gold piece or two off her shopping prices later on.

Little did she know that Constance’s rumour curse had already taken hold of her soul and begun to warp her reality! A drop of minotaur blood flowed through her veins, and already her breasts were expanding and her feet were becoming hooves!

“...Oh man, look! There she is!” Another unfamiliar voice whispered from behind her.

“Damn, she even looks a bit like a cow!” Yet another unknown voice replied. “I wonder if she has to, like, be milked every day… Y’know, like a regular cow?”

“Rrrgh! Do you mind!?” Hilda stood up and turned, startling the two gossiping randos nearby. “What’s with people calling me a cow all of a sudden!? Knock it off, jerks!”

“GAH! Oh gods, she’ll charge us! Ruuuun!!” At that, the rude pair scurried away.

“Ughhh…” Loudly exhaling, the pink haired girl decided to continue on to the town boutique and put the nasty comments behind her.

Every step she took grew a little wobblier as her toes slowly merged together into solid keratin hooves that were ill-suited to wear her pretty boots. A pressure was building in her temples, too, as splotchy pink and white cow print fuzz appeared around her ears!

Nearly tripping at the foot of the door, Hilda stumbled into the boutique and bumped her chest into a rack of clothes. “-moo!” She squeaked softly, unaware she’d just moo’ed in surprise. Fed up of her boots getting in the way, she simply shook them off and went barefoot - or rather, barehoof. More pink and white cow markings were creeping up her legs, having nearly reached her thickening thighs.

“Oh, it’s the cow lady!” Yet another gossiping stranger remarked, turning to the nearest other customer in the shop. “Are you one of the students, too? Are you in her class? Do you know if it’s true what they’re saying about her?”

The other customer was Beruka, a student at the officer’s academy and retainer to fellow Black Eagles transfer student Camilla. She ignored the stranger’s comment entirely, going about her business gathering clothes from the racks.

“I said, are you a student? Do you know her? Please, you simply must-!”

“Silence.” Beruka glared daggers at the person trying to gossip with her. “It’s none of my business, and none of yours either. Now begone.”

Hilda grumpily watched the rando cast her an impolite glance before leaving the store. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves - a difficult task given the increasing size of her chest - then approached her fellow student. “Thank you, Beruka.”

Beruka simply nodded in acknowledgement.

“Do you have any idea what’s up with everyone around here? They all seem to be calling me a cow, and it’s really mean!” Her ears, which had grown into floppy pink and white cow ears, had drooped sadly. She crossed her arms, but that only served to agitate her sore, pent up milkers as they continued to grow and strain her clothes.

“I do not.” Beruka said plainly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Lady Camilla bid me to complete some errands for her.”

“Oh, well, alright. Thanks again! …Ughhh.” Hilda tried to forget about it all once again by perusing the cute outfits on display, but they simply couldn’t drown out the annoyance and curiosity in her mind. She didn’t consciously recognise that she now had a cow tail sticking out of her skirt which was flicking back and forth in irritation.

What’s more, her clothes were excruciatingly tight even with only one button remaining fastened on her top. Beyond just Hilda’s breasts, her hips had widened, her glutes had swollen, and her tummy had grown softer and pudgier; her outfit was being strained from every side!

“Nnng… M-moobe - I mean maybe - I need a larger size? Mmmph, I n-need… Nnng…” The pressure in her bosom was at a peak, and she suddenly realised how horny she felt now.

The Golden Deer student found a tall mirror to view herself in, and what she saw made it all click: cute little cow horns on her forehead; flappy little cow ears raised in surprise; hooves where her feet should have been; a larger, pudgier figure; an adorable bovine tail; pink and white cow print patterns on every inch of her skin below the neck; and a pair of incredible, swollen, oversized boobs that were barely concealed by her slowly-ripping top! She knew why there were so many rumours about her now, but more than anything, she realised just how desperately she needed a good milking!

Frantically looking every which way, the only person she could see was Beruka. Hilda rushed up to the short woman, took her by the arm, and dragged her out the nearest exit. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I need you I need you!!”

“-What!?” Beruka couldn’t overpower the beastly strength of the transforming woman, soon finding herself on the ground in an alley behind the boutique with a big bovine lady in heat looming above her.

“I need this! I need you to-! To-!!” Hilda strained, making the last button fly off her shirt, unleashing her giant tiddies! “Come here!”

Leaning down, Hilda pressed her massive mammaries onto Beruka’s flushed face! She used all her strength to knead and squish her soft flesh, sandwiching the Nohrian exchange student’s head between her breasts! “Mmmm!! Mmmm!! M-mooooo… Nnng, moooooooo~” With each needy squeeze, a stream of warm milk shot from her puffy nipples! Milk got everywhere, especially all over Hilda’s front and Beruka’s face.

“Mmmph!! Herlderrr!!” Beruka tried to shout in surprise, but her voice was too muffled for anyone to hear. “Mmmph! M-mmm… Mmmmmm…” Shock gradually gave way to bliss as milk soaked into her clothes and Hilda’s warm skin slid across her own.

But Hilda’s changes weren’t yet complete; two more little breasts formed underneath her original pair that were only getting larger, and her face was beginning to resemble a cattle-like muzzle! Her increasingly soft, squishy tum was weighing down on the woman beneath her, and even more muscle was grown in her beefy legs - legs fit for a minotaur!

“Mooo!! Mooo!! Mooooooo!!!” Hilda moaned ecstatically as her four milkers were blissfully drained. But her moans trailed off as her milk reserves ran out and exhaustion swept through her strong body. “M-moo… moo… Mmmmm…” Finally, she rolled off of Beruka and lied on the ground, catching her breath.

Beruka too took deep breaths as she lay there soaked and exhilarated. When she eventually got to her feet, her eyes widened at the sight that they weren’t feet at all! She now had a pair of hooved and cow print hair spreading up her legs as well!

“Wh-what!? Hilda, you’re contagious! You’re turning me into a cow, just like you!!”

“Claude will know how to fix this, I’m sure of it.” Hilda huffed between long inhales. “Besides, I always took you for a Wyvern gal, myself.” She replied, unaware that her sentiment affected the curse she’d spread onto Beruka’s soul.

“W-wyvern gal…? Mmmm… M-moo…” Beruka held her head as wonderful new thoughts and instincts flooded her mind: thoughts of grazing in vibrant fields; instincts telling her to make lots of milk; and urges to expand her herd. “Mmm, maybe this isn’t so bad…”

As the adrenaline wore off, Hilda suddenly realised what she’d just done. Her cheeks flushed pinker than her hair as she quickly stood up and backed away. “Heh heh heh, I, uh, d-don’t know what came over me… Sorry Beruka, I’ll make sure Claude fixes this for you okay byeeee!!” And just like that, she was off.

—

Back in the Monastery, Hilda began her search for her house leader in the dining hall. Unfortunately for her, Claude was not present, but she did happen to overhear Dorothea divulging some more gossip.

“...I know, right? Who’d have thought Ingrid and Edelgard were secretly siblings!” The former songstress whispered quite loudly.

“I am not believing this.” Petra folded her arms and furrowed her brow. “My grandfather would be knowing if that were the case. The Empire is not having another potential heir.”

“But don’t you see? They have to be sisters! What are the odds that two unrelated students with giants’ blood in their veins were both at the Officer’s Academy at the same time?” Dorothea insisted.

“It does all sort of fit together…” Leonie added thoughtfully. “I had to help pull them out of a tunnel earlier. Maybe their giants’ blood is causing their sudden growth spurt?”

“Are giants having faster pregnancies than humans? Is that why they are being so large in the midsection?”

Realising she’d slowed down to eavesdrop, Hilda shook her head and continued her search out into the courtyard by the classrooms. Immediately, she saw what those rumours were all about; looming over everyone were three massive women, all roughly twelve feet tall and holding their pregnant bellies! Edelgard, Ingrid, and Rinkah were all scarcely clothed, having outgrown their normal garments rather quickly.

What’s more, Ingrid’s hair looked pale and bleached like Edelgard’s, while the crown princess’ formerly-purple eyes were now a vivid green like Ingrid’s! Their faces, too, seemed to look rather a lot alike, and Hilda couldn’t help but think back to what she’d just heard Dorothea mention about them being siblings.

“What the…” Hilda cried, standing dumbfounded before the trio.

“Nnng… H-Hilda?” Ingrid leaned down to get a closer look at the comparatively tiny woman. “Is that you? Oh Goddess, has Constance been spreading rumours about you, too?”

“I don’t know about Constance, but I’ve had people calling me a cow all day - and now look at me!!” The Golden Deer student gestured to her own bovine-like body.

“It has to be that Constance person, right?” Rinkah made sure no one was below her, then cautiously sat down with a bit of a thud. “She admitted that her spell made us grow, and made us pregnant! All this because the hex makes rumours become true no matter how crazy they are!”

“What!? That’s pure evil!! Who would turn a little harmless gossip into something so… so…!” Hilda was at a loss for words.

“Vile.” Edelgard finished Hilda’s sentence, then winced as her tummy rumbled. “Urk… H-Hilda, I hate to impose, but could you please get us some food? We can’t, um… We won’t… fit… through the cafeteria door…”

“But we can’t waste time, we need to find out how to get back to normal!!” Hilda protested with a stomp of her hoof. “Have you seen Claude? I think he’ll know what to do, I-I’m sure of it!” She didn’t sound particularly convinced of that anymore, though.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Hilda, but I honestly haven’t a clue how to change you back.” Claude made his presence known, stepping forward while thoughtfully rubbing his chin. “I must say though, I think this look is adorable! It suits you~”

“Claude! Knock it off, I’m trying to be serious here!! And how long have moo been there just standing around, anyway!?” The cow girl huffed.

“Long enough to know that if Constance started it, she’s likely your best shot of ending it.”

“Ughhh…” Hilda’s ears drooped and her tail fell still. She irritatedly exhaled through her big cow nose. “What a pain…”

—

Meanwhile, Beruka had abandoned her duties as Camilla’s retainer and was on the hunt for a new herd. Her wobbly black and white, cow print-patterned legs were still getting used to having hooves instead of human feet, and her chest was a size or two larger than it had been this morning, but her body otherwise remained unchanged. There were two subtle wet spots on her tight school uniform right where her erect nipples were straining against the soft fabric.

“Mmm, moo~ Milk me, mooooo~” As she muttered to herself, a pair of strangers passed by and overheard her.

“Did she just moo?” One of them whispered.

“She asked to be milked!!” The other whispered back.

“I know her! Her wyvern scared the hells outta me last week! Or… or was it her who scared me…?”

The Nohrian woman didn’t care about what they had to say about her, but nonetheless, the rumour mill was now spinning and Constance’s hex had the fuel it needed to continue corrupting her body and mind.

“Mmmooooo… Serve… Serve lady C-Camilla? Serve… the herd… Moo, lead the herd… Mooo~”

It didn’t take long for Beruka to take on a more motherly mindset as the idea of finding mates rose on her list of priorities. Moreover, it just felt so right to moo! The simple act gave her a wave of euphoria each time the wonderful sound passed her lips, helping her embrace the changes being made to her body.

Pressure was building on the woman’s head, on her back, and between her legs when she ran into a familiar face. “Ashe! Come here~” Beruka pounced on the Blue Lion student, pinning him beneath her.

“W-woah! B-B-Beruka!?” Ashe’s freckled face flushed bright red as he found a large bosom bearing down on him. From this angle, he could also see an udder expanding out from under Beruka’s skirt!

“Mmmm, I’ve seen the way you look at me, Ashe~” Beruka hummed lustily. “I know you want me on top of you, mooooo~” She hastily unbuttoned her top to reveal her leaky boobs and increasingly soft, pudgy tummy - both of which were starting to feature a cow print pattern. “Well I want that, too~”

Just as Hilda had done to her, Beruka leaned into Ashe and pressed her breasts onto his face!

“MMMPH!!!” Ashe’s surprised exclamation was muffled as the ever-expanding pair of tiddies were shoved against him. He couldn’t deny it; he had secretly wanted this since he first laid eyes on Beruka, and he couldn’t have been happier at the situation he’d found himself in! “Mmmmm~”

As he basked in the warmth of a lady’s chest against his face and the blissful sensation of warm milk running across his skin, the rather subby guy felt as Beruka’s udder grew to the point that it was weighing down on his stomach! Eager to help the cow woman above him, he grabbed a teat in each hand and tenderly began to milk her!

“M-MOOOOO!!” Beruka moaned, delight writ on her warping face as it swiftly started resembling a cow’s snoot. But it wasn’t just bovine features Beruka gained: a pair of long, beefy wyvern horns broke free from her skull and extended backwards; a thick, powerful wyvern tail formed behind her; sharp, draconic claws replaced her human fingernails; and finally, a massive pair of wyvern wings extended out from her back - all of which, of course, featured splotchy bovine-like patterns! “Mmmmoooooooooo~ Good girl~”

Ashe’s face somehow got even redder, but before he really had time to process things, The curse took hold of his very existence and began changing him from the inside out. He too was overcome with urges of staying with the herd, being milked, and being intimate with his fellow cows!

But beyond that, Constance’s hex began to feminise him: his flat chest grew a pair of cute little tits; his hips widened while his shoulders narrowed; his thighs and glutes became plumper and softer; and his silky grey hair lengthened into gorgeous, wavy locks!

When Ashe got a free moment from being smothered in a wyvern-cow’s boobs, he panted shakily. “Wh-what’s happening to moo?? -to me!? I feel… D-different…” His voice, too, was higher and smoother than it had ever been before.

“You’re being my good girl, that’s what’s happening, silly~”

“Y-your good girl… Am I…? Am I really a…?” Ashe couldn’t say it.

“A woman now? Yes~” Beruka answered seductively. “Mooooo~”

Ashe’s heart nearly skipped a beat; the idea of being a woman excited her and being called a good girl felt so damn affirming to her now! “Moo…” She let out a timid little moo at first, but soon found her confidence. “M-moo… Moo? Moo! Mooooo!”

“Mmmooo, good girl~” Beruka pet Ashe on the head right where her new cow horns were coming in. “You’ll be such a lovely part of our herd~”

The new woman’s increasingly-cowy ears perked up, as did the tail she didn’t realise she now had. Her whole body was soaked in Beruka’s milk, but she was beginning to feel rather pent up herself…

“The way you’re squirming tells me it’s your turn, hmm?~” The wyvern-cow slid back a bit, revealing to Ashe that she now had a soft, adorable little udder too - an udder which Beruka carefully but firmly grasped with her clawed hands!

“M-moo!! Moo!! P-please!!” Ashe pleaded for her new herdmate to milk her with big, desperate eyes.

“Anything for my good girl~”