Riley Gendreau
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Cursed object: The Cow bell
🕑 Added 2023-07-17 01:40:00 +0000 UTCThe news has been blowing up with reports from the Department of Cursed Objects, warning about the rise of new cursed objects. According to them, thousands of people have been affected. It’s also been months since this started happening, and this is the first warning that C.o.d has given.
It’s almost like they were trying to keep it on the down low, for what reason I have no idea. The news didn’t cover much about these supposed cursed items, I mean knowing how they’re created would be super helpful to know.
So at the time, I assumed anything cursed would be old and rare. At the very least I never thought anything on some random farm, far away from any cities would ever produce such an item. I also didn’t have to worry about anyone bringing one here, as I live alone and rarely interact with outsiders.
I woke up early one morning and headed right out to start my morning routine. Which meant two large buckets and my prized cow and only friend Bessie. She was the best cow, her milk was very high quality and had the best taste.
I raised that cow and helped her through quite a few pregnancies since she was born here a couple of years ago. I expected many more years together, so I was shocked and saddened to find she passed away suddenly.
I laid her remains to rest since I wasn’t sure how she died. I didn't want to take the chance of her meat being contaminated. I kept her shiny golden cowbell, and I placed it on the shelf next to my bed.
That way I could remember all the good times with her, and maybe give it to her successor. Although I don’t know if they’ll like it as much as she did. She loved the thing, always ringing it and shaking it when happy.
Now for the part about cursed objects that I found out the hard way. Apparently, they can be created by someone, or something passing on. Especially those who couldn’t let go and move on to the next world.
So for example a cow, who loved her farmer so much, and didn’t want to leave him behind. Say she somehow cursed her favorite item just so she could stay close to him and watch over him, she might have left a curse.
So it doesn’t have to be a malicious spirit, they don’t even need to know they did it or can do it for it to happen. Which I believe is the case, well in my case, as I woke up with the cursed thing around my neck.
When I woke up I heard it ringing back and forth. I was a bit freaked out because I never would have put it on, so how was I wearing it? I tried to remove it, but I couldn’t get it to unlatch, no matter how hard I tried.
I was standing in the mirror looking over my shoulder trying to get it off when I caused it to ring again. Suddenly I felt quite happy and remembered Bessie. It was at this time I felt something dripping down my shirt.
I removed my shirt to find a long trail of warm white liquid light streaming from my nipples. I knew immediately what it was, and I was hesitant as I got some on my finger and tasted it. It was milk, and more importantly, it was from Bessie.
I had no idea how this was possible, but then I remembered the news report about cursed items. It would explain everything, including the fact I can’t take this bell off. I rush out of my bedroom to grab an envelope.
I don’t own a phone, so I’ll have to send a letter to the C.O.D. I keep the letter simple, telling them the events of Bessie’s passing, how I woke up with the bell on, and finally about the milk coming from my nipples.
I also added that I had other animals on this farm, so I couldn’t leave because they needed someone to care for them. After sealing the letter I stick it in my mailbox. I have no idea how long it’ll take them, but I hope they’re quick.
Over the next couple of days, I began to gain a ton of weight. With most of it growing on areas like my butt and chest. A few days after that my chest formed into huge milk-filled breasts, with sensitive long nipples.
I also grew a pair of cow ears, with cow horns above them. Learning to sleep with them was annoying, but I managed to figure it out. A few more days passed, and my feet turned into hooves, it made walking feel like I was wearing heels all the time.
Then the day came, I had noticed my dick was getting smaller and smaller, but I was hoping that was due to the weight gain. Nope, it finally disappeared, leaving me flat downstairs. That kinda hit me hard.
A few more days pass, and my new breasts start to hurt really bad. I tried a few things to relieve the pain but nothing worked. So one night I was sitting around massaging them when I accidentally nudged my nipple.
This caused a bit of milk to squirt out, and the pain to dim down a bit. I felt stupid, Of course, it hurts the cow not to be milked, I’m a farmer that should have been obvious. So despite not wanting to I went ahead and milked myself that night.
I slept really well afterward, but I woke up with my tits feeling full again. It took too long to milk by hand, so I sighed to myself as I walked over to the barn. I pull out my auto milking and attach the cups to my chest.
I flip the switch and it starts to work. Pumping my breasts for its precious milk. I’ll admit, it was much easier to let the machine do the work, plus it was quicker and felt really good. Once I was emptied, I started my morning routine once again.
So from then on, every day I started my day on the auto milker, all while I slowly turned into a cow. I even stopped eating my regular food, instead snacking on grass and the special cow feed I make. The more days passed, the harder it was to take care of the other animals.
The weight gain made it much harder to move around and was a killer on my stamina. I even had to start milking twice a day. I was also losing my focus a lot, as I often find myself mooing instead of speaking. My head just feels so fuzzy.
I sometimes forget what I’m doing, but then this bell rings and I remember what I was doing. One morning while I was on the milking machine, a man walked up and tapped me on the back. He was trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t understand him.
I tried to talk to him, but he just seemed horrified. He pointed at my bell and then left me at the milker. I shrugged it off and continued my milking session. Eventually, a pretty woman with a red jacket appeared and tried to take my bell off around my neck.
She looked concerned when she couldn’t get it off. She seemingly told the others something and then left. The next few days were strange, there were all kinds of strange people on the farm. It was almost like they wanted something from me.
I don’t know what it is, but I’m kinda glad they’re here. They’ve been taking care of my daily duties for me, so I’ve gotten to relax and walk around the fields all day. About a month later all the people except one really nice woman left.
She was super sweet and seemed to really care about our animals. She treats me really well, petting me and of course milking me four times a day. She’s even started bringing in more cows, and a new feisty bull.
The bull was someone I got to spend a lot of time with. You could say he made a real cowgirl out of me. Although it started to make me feel kinda weird. Another strange man showed up, and he stuck his hands in all kinds of embarrassing places. He then turned to the nice lady and they both started laughing. I have no idea why. All I know is the farmer walked over and gave me a hug, she then smiled at me and rubbed my belly.
Comments
last_of_workers
You know ... Maybe I'm wrong ... but for some reason this version of the "cow bell" story looks darker compared to what you usually write. . . Perhaps the point here is the death of the farmer's personality (I love the change in personality, but here the old personality disappeared and the new one did not appear (or rather, of course, it appeared but ... Not quite human) perhaps there would not be this aspect of the story, I would like it, but so ... She's not bad, but I just feel sorry for the farmer...) (Or maybe I’m just in too bad a mood for this today (a lot of problems related to my documents surfaced for some reason right now) so maybe I’m just finding fault)
