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Volevo sbattermi Monia, ieri sera, ma il desiderio di fottermi una puttana era tale che alla fine, poco prima di pranzo, sono andato a scopare con una mignotta russa, Svetlana.
Come quasi tutte le russe, non parlava italiano, ma un po’ con l’inglese, un po’ con il traduttore, un po’ tanto con il corpo, ci siamo decisamente capiti!
Rispetto alle foto con cui si presenta su rosa-rossa, intorno ai 25 anni, direi che ne ha una decina in più. La cosa, personalmente, non mi è dispiaciuta, forse anche per l’atteggiamento simpatico che ha avuto sin dall’apertura della porta.
Dopo le abluzioni iniziali, mi ha fatto mettere sul letto, e lì mi si è avvicinata come una gatta in calore e abbiamo iniziato a leccarci e accarezzarci. Si è tolta con calma il reggiseno prima e, dopo avermi fatto saggiare un po’ le tette e la lingua, si è tolta la mutandina. Le ho sfiorato la figa, infilando anche un paio di dita dentro, constadando che iniziava già a bagnarsi. Poi, però, me l’ha allontanata: si è sdraiata prima sopra di me, e abbiamo continuato a baciarci, mentre il cazzo continuava a indurirsi, poi si è abbassata verso di lui, ha preso il preservativo tra i denti e ha iniziato a pomparmelo.
Il pompino è stato lungo e delizioso e quando ha deciso che era pronto, mi ha sorriso come una diavoletta e mi è salita sopra. In questa posizione si è mossa con calma e dolcezza, mentre ogni tanto le sfioravo le tette. C’era, comunque, un leggero impedimento dovuto al mobile sopra al letto, ma quando ha deciso che dovevo montarla sul serio, siamo andati di pecorina.
Erano diversi mesi che non chiavavo una mignotta in questa posizione. Le ultime volte che c’avevo provato, non era andata bene, spesso perché non ero riuscito a trovare la posizione ottimale, ma con Svetlana ero assolutamente convinto che sarebbe andata alla grande, e infatti ho trovato subito l’incastro perfetto e così, con lo specchio posto giusto di fronte a me, ho iniziato a montarla come un toro!
Non so quanto sono andato adogvanti a fotterla: lei gemeva, io la tenevo salda per i fianchi e la sbattevo concentrato sulla sua schiena e sul culo. Alla fine l’orgasmo, credo, se le orecchie non mi hanno ingannato, di averlo avuto giusto dopo di lei, il che mi ha lasciato anche con una piccola soddisfazione!
Alla fine abbiamo anche avuto una simpatica conversazione, cosa piuttosto rara con le troie russe, soprattutto con quelle più giovani, ma evidentemente l’esperienza aiuta anche in questo!
Spero di trovare il tempo e la voglia di tornare dentro di lei!
Ancora non è il momento per tenerlo dentro i pantaloni. E così eccomi di nuovo a fottermi una puttana.
E’ ancora una volta una brasiliana, Camilla, e sempre a casa di Monia, come era successo con Sabrina, ma nell’altra stanza, anche perché nel frattempo Monia è rientrata e quindi ha ripreso possesso della sua camera (e no, non sono ancora andato a scopare con lei, ma conto di farlo il prima possibile: ho ancora voglia di andare a puttane!).
Camilla ha un bel corpo snello, due tette grandi ma non troppo, giuste direi. E così anche il culo. Si lascia leccare e baciare quasi d’appertutto, mentre nella figa infilo le dita mentre mi fa sdraiare e mi spompina. Ed è un pompino che non me ne facevano uno così da non so quanto tempo! Mi sembra di essere lì vicino a venirle in bocca praticamente ogni volta che gli passa la lingua sopra!
Poi infila il preservativo e mi sale su. La cavalcata per modi e gestione non è molto diversa da quella con Lola, ma la trovo molto più intensa, anche da parte sua: diciamo che ha finto meglio di Lola, anche se ha iniziato ad avere l’orgasmo abbastanza prima di me, il che mi fa supporre che forse aveva scopato non molto prima di farlo con me. Inoltre Camilla non mi ha fatto uscire subito da dentro di lei, ma ha continuato a muoversi ancora un po’ sopra di me.
Una pausa pranzo che mi sono goduto decisamente fino in fondo!
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Credo che alla maggior parte dei puttanieri piacciano soprattutto le mignotte brasiliane. E non sfuggo alla consuetudine. Non disdegno ogni tanto di andare anche con quelle dell’est (vedi ad esempio quella precedente, Aida), ma le brasiliane hanno un appeal tutto particolare. Così quando Barbara è tornata a Milano, ho pensato bene di ripassarmela.
Esperienza abbastanza in linea con quanto già provato in precedenza, forse un pelino inferiore. Corpo morbido come lo ricordavo, anche questa volta pompino, tutto sommato molto ben fatto, e poi una cavalcata intensa in un’atmosfera abbastanza tipica, un pomeriggio caldo in cui scopare è il modo migliore per combattere le temperature!
E poi, per riprendere le sue parole:
“Scopare e mangiare sono le cose migliori del mondo”
E non posso che concordare, anche se scopare con le puttane, soprattutto quelle brasiliane, sta al primo posto nella mia personalissima lista!
Lo so che nel frattempo vi ho scritto di Lola, ma ho ancora un po’ di troie da dover recuperare, quindi non state troppo dietro alla cronologia delle mignotte…
Non ancora soddisfatto dopo essermi sbattuto MoniaeFrancesca la notte prima, decido di cogliere al balzo l’occasione e vado a fottermi anche Jessica, che come scopro su altro sito è una mignotta ungherese.
Ha un corpo che dice “scopami, scopami” e due tette su cui ho voglia di mettere le mani: la salivazione cresce e non solo quella mentre guardo le sue foto.
Ci mettiamo sul letto. Inizio a leccarla e baciarla sul corpo: mento, collo, tette. La metto a quattro zampe e la accarezzo sulla schiena, la bacio lungo il corpo. Lei si scioglie come una gatta!
Poi mi fa sdraiare sulla schiena e se lo prende in bocca, lo fa mettere bello dritto e mi sale sopra: la sbatto alla grande e sto procedendo come un treno, poi dopo che cambiamo posizione il cazzo decide “stop: per me è come se fossi venuto” e così resto un po’ insoddisfatto, per non aver avuto l’orgasmo. Ma giusto un po’, perché Jessica è veramente molto simpatica e sono stato molto contento di passare qualche momento insieme con lei. E dentro di lei.
Ci tornerò per concludere l’opera!
Ieri pomeriggio, mentre ero sul tram, c'era questa ragazza con una maglietta non troppo aderente, ma abbastanza da far notare la punta dei capezzoli e la forma delle areole. Mi era venuta voglia di sbatterla. E quando mi vengono voglie del genere, vuol dire che non mi fotto una puttana da troppo tempo.
E così ieri notte mi sono andato a sbattere Lola, una ragazza tutta tette, che avevo già cercato di scopare una settimana fa, ma senza successo (era già impegnata).
Mi accoglie quasi completamente nuda, a parte le mutandine e i tacchi. Aspetta con diligenza che mi spogli, cosa che faccio in fretta non solo per via della voglia, ma anche per il caldo che c’è nella stanza, quindi mi avvicino a lei e iniziamo a limonare. Lei gioca con le mani sul mio cazzo, ma la vicinanza del suo corpo tondo, le sue tette sul petto, me mie mani che le toccano tette e culo, tutto contribuisce a rendere il cazzo bello tosto.
Poi, un po’ a malincuore, mi stacco e ci avviamo verso il letto. Qui va di pompino senza preservativo. Lo succhia e lo lecca abbastanza bene, ma obiettivamente il lavoro è compiuto un po’ senza troppa partecipazione. D’altra parte ha poco da fare, visto che è praticamente pronto a chiavarla.
E così mi infila il preservativo e mi salta su. Nonostante la durezza e la prontezza del cazzo, la cavalcata inizia con calma: mi prendo tutto il tempo per godermi l’essere dentro di lei, per godermi le curve di cui disponde. Poi inizio a montarla sempre più forte. A ogni colpo aumenta l’intensità dello schiocco prodotto dai nostri corpi che fottono e i suoi sussurri diventano sempre più sospiri di piacere.
Alla fine godo come non mi succedeva da tempo, con le mani sul culo, e il cazzo ben piantato dentro di lei.
Una gran puttana, e mentre me la fottevo, mi sembrava di sbattermi un personaggio uscito da un hentai!
Continuo a raccontarvi delle scopate arretrate. Questa è la seconda consecutiva in una sola notte. Due ore dopo essermi sbattuto Monia, sono di nuovo tra le cosce di un’altra mignotta brasiliana.
Francesca è una ragazza dal carattere leggero e simpatico e dal corpo snello e sodo. Si lascia accarezzare, toccare, leccare, baciare su tutta la pelle. Quando se lo prende in bocca e lo issa con un pompino stellare, mi rilasso completamente: non nascondo avessi una certa preoccupazione, dopo la gran scopata con Monia.
Ormai, però, sono lanciato: mi sale sopra, a candela. Saltella con forza e io spingo da sotto. E’ una cavalcata potente. Sento il suono dei nostri corpi che battono, mentre le mie mani le strizzano le tette. Lei a un certo punto dice:
“Ti piace la figa brasiliana, eh!”
E non può nemmeno immaginare quanto, visto che è la seconda puttana brasiliana della notte!
Poi ci mettiamo a pecorina: la monto come un cane allupato, come se non avessi scopato da mesi, come se fosse l’unica puttana sulla faccia della Terra. E alla fine godo dentro di lei.
Spero di tornarci ancora!
Gift art for a friend
dont worry about the colors it was 6am and my brain stopped working
Oh yes, please take me out some where where we can fuck with a great view! Wonderful way to spend a “Fuck Me Friday” in bliss.
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Very sleepy, but finished up sketches
@danthemanramos the dragon girl
@true-king-of-monsters the little holstaur
@megamean09 the succubus
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A monthly picture from my Patreon!
Shaded sketch and coloured sketch are largely interchangeable with me, I figured colours would suit this one better than simply shading!
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“Okay, sugar, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, eggs, pumpkin puree, evaporated…. SHIT!” Amanda swore loudly as she pawed through the cans in the pantry looking for the can of evaporated milk to finished grandma’s homemade pumpkin pie recipe.
Sadly the can was non existent and after a few frustrated minutes of looking she gave up in defeat. She really didn’t want to drive into town, but she had already got the ingredients out and it was sort of a tradition of hers to make a pumpkin pie this time of year. The tall brown haired girl muttered under her breath as she went to go get ready.
She went to turn when she spied something in the back behind all the other cans, something that shined oddly, almost glowed, she reached in and yanked her hand back in surprise when something bit her. She brought her finger to her mouth and her eyes went wide as a small glowing figure almost floated out from the pantry.
“Hey, watch yourself big hands, you almost crushed me!” Shrieked a shrill and small voice. The figure looked up at the tall woman with a sly smile. “What, never seen a fairy before?”
“F-fairy?”
“Thaaaats what I said yeah… you big ones are always a bit slow on the uptake aren’t ya? No matter… what were you looking for anyway bighands?”
“My N-names Amanda, and I was… I’m loosing my mind aren’t I, I’m talking to a pixie that fell out of my food pantry…”
“PIXIE! Well, now you have just gone and made me mad miss Amanda bighands.”
“I… I’m sorry, you just…. I just needed to find my can of evaporated milk…”
“Well how about this, I’ll make sure you never run out of milk again, and you can just evaporate it yourself!” The spiteful fairy hummed and grew bright for a moment before a cloud of sparkly dust shot straight into Amanda face. The fairy flew in close to the coughing girl who tried to swat her away as she gagged. “Next time, learn some manners instead of trying to crush and insult everything!”
Amanda was left dumbfounded and gasping as the fairy disappeared as suddenly as it had emerged. Her disappearance wasn’t what concerned her though, the tingling in her chest and the static charge that left her hair on end was what worried her. As she caught her breath she started to feel the tingle in her chest grow into a burning heat, it encompassed her breasts and a region just below them and she could only watch in dismay and shock at what was to come.
The area below her chest started to swell, started to grow large and round and, she paused, was that… did she have… She gingerly touched what for all intents and purposes seemed to be a second set of breasts. They felt like breasts, they felt just like her top breasts, hot and full. All four of her breasts gre larger and larger by the moment, and her shirt strained to contain them, strained to keep them concealed, struggle to stay dry as her breasts started to let down a small but steady drip of milk. The more time passed the stronger the flow, the more intense the pressure, the larger they grew… they also looked kind of pink beneath her shirt for that matter.
Amanda stripped her milk sodden clothes off and saw her four heavy, pinkish, milk leaking breasts under the light of the kitchen for the first time. The pressure was so much, she groaned and had to lean back on the counter, she couldn’t decide if it felt good or terrifying, but what she did know was that she felt so full of milk she couldn’t think straight.
Maybe it was the milk making it hard to think, or maybe it was just the pressure building to each side of her head, her skull felt like it was about to burst and she couldn’t stand another moment of the intense building. Eventually a quick and sharp pain brought relief and the pressure subsided, but as she moved she felt an unusual weight and she poked herself hard as she tried to find out what was happening. Her hands fumbled around something pointy and hard that seemed to be quite attached to her skull. It took Amanda a moment before she realized that poking out from her brown hair was a bovine set of horns.
She wanted to run, to flee from the kitchen, abandoning her plans to make pie and hopefully finding out this was all a dream or that the fairy was still here and willing to undo this. She took a step forward and nearly fell as her toes cracked and twisted before becoming hard and stiff. The flesh darkened and merged together and she had to quickly kick off her heels before the dark swollen lumps that were her toes ripped through the poor footwear. Amanda’s eyes went wide as she lightly clopped across the floor on shaky legs and, she closed her eyes and tried to convince herself they were real, that she didn’t have hooves.
As she breathed heavily, milk dripping down her chest, hooves loud on the wooden floor, she started to notice an odd sensation. Her skin itched and tingled like it had fallen asleep, and as she opened her eyes she witnessed small white hairs beginning to grow in all over her body. Amanda groaned again, this time in a more bovine below than she intended, as her back arched and her spine clicked and cracked. Her eyes blurred and she saw stars for a moment as new vertebrae formed and pulled her spine. It didn’t take long until a long hairless shape of flesh hung behind her, and it flicked to life as it too began to be covered by the white fur.
She held her tail in her hand, it felt soft and warm and she couldn’t help but to enjoy touching it. Her nose began to itch and her nostrils flared as her lips and teeth became a bit numb. She felt her face push outwards slightly as her nose thickened and turned a shade of pink. It wasn’t but a few moments until she had a near muzzle and the tingle moved to her ears. She felt them grow in size swiftly, rapidly reaching a elongated shape that hung below her horns to each side. The last thing to change was a gradual darkening of her fur in certain areas until a cow like pattern of spots and blotches left her looking ever more like she belonged in a dairy.
Amanda nearly passed out when she caught her reflection in the metal side of her toaster, she looked more cow than girl at this point. She squeezed one of her quartets of breasts and watched it spray milk into her sink liberally. She sighed after milking herself for a few minutes and grabbed a kettle from a cabinet and turned on her stove, wondering how long it would take to make some homemade evaporated milk.
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My entry into the Photomanip Discord’s Magic Challenge
Maybe it was cliched, but October had always been her favorite time of the year. The cool weather and colorful leaves made for a beautiful season, and nobody paid mind to her dressing up like a witch all month. They just assumed she was a Halloween enthusiast, and while that wasn’t untrue, the steeple hat was as much a nod to her alewife ancestors as a not so subtle hint at her current profession. Her business was that of witchcraft, specifically brewing potions and tonics for various mundane and mystical uses.
Today she was enjoying a rather windy October first, glad to have the heat of stuffy late September blown out of her house and some fresh air in the old cottage. The smell of crisp morning air mixed with that of dried herbs and… milk? She stopped for a moment before recalling the business at hand, today she needed to brew up a potion that would help a local farmer’s dairy remain operational. This year had been a tough one, and if his cows didn’t stop under producing her might be forced to sell the farm. He had been a family friend for years and she still fondly remembered picking pumpkins out of his garden at Halloween as a kid. She smiled wistfully as she collected the ingredients she needed on to her table and started to measure of how much she needed of what.
As she separated and mixed the contents a strong gust of wind whipped through the cottage. A small opened pouch of a powder was blown into her face and she launched into a sneezing fit. Her sneezes were so violent she accidentally overturned the half completed potion she had been at work on and it’s contents splashed over her chest.
Her breasts tingled and her back hurt immediately, her eyes went wide when she realized that potion was less inert at this stage than she had imagined. The potion was clearing having some sort of effect on her and she could give a few guesses at what was going to happen. There was a sharp pinching feeling below her breasts followed by a dull ache and some pressure, she reached down and even through her clothing she could feel… was that a nipple? She felt the other side and there was a second one, slowly she lifted her shirt and groaned loudly at the sight of all four of her breasts. As soon as the fabric was lifted her breasts almost sensed the room to grow and started to swell, she tried in vain to hold them still, to push them back, but her hands rapidly filled with soft boob flesh.
As she struggled to contain her expanding bosom she didn’t notice that her nose had stayed pink from her sneezing, and the color had spread until the entire front of her nose was a rosy color. It also looked wider, thicker, from the bridge to the tip it was taking on a rather broad shape. Her ears had begun to have pins and needles, a numb feeling like they had fallen asleep and if she hadn’t been so concerned by the increasingly large and heavy breasts in her hands and arms, she might have noticed how large her ears were. They had become round and large, a light layer of fuzzy hair, fur really, had grown over them and was the same color as hers.
Her back still ached like she had slept on the ground, and the only thing that stopped her fretting over her huge breasts and there decidedly teat like nipples was the cracking and popping as her spine suddenly lengthened. She grit her teeth and saw stars, not so much in pain as just blindsided by the intense sensation. She leaned against the table to balance herself as new vertebrae formed and a long thick tail grew out from above her ass which had also grown a bit thicker and more plump. As she slowly began to process her surroundings once more she noticed the long swaying tail. It was as thick as her wrist and she could feel the weight of it as it moved. She ran her hand down the length and shivered as she felt her hand caress the new part of her for the first time. Soft skin, soft fur, a tuft of black fur at the end… she stopped touching it when she heard the sound of something dripping onto the table. It was the splatter of milk… she looked down at her chest and saw that she had indeed achieved a rather potent amount of milk production, just not for a cow. Her breasts felt almost painfully full, heavy and hot as they still swelled with milk. She tugged and pull at her many nipples trying to milk herself faster than she produced the cream, trying to do anything to stop the pressure.. at least from getting worse. Currently it actually felt a bit nicer than she was ready to admit. Tugging her four teats and spraying fine jets of milk into a nearby bucket made her face red and her loins ache.
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Turning into cowgirl can take a little getting used to, floppy cow ears, a short muzzle, a long fur tipped tail, and a heavy udder. Such a large and milk filled udder can be quite the handful, she might need some help if she keeps at it, the more she milks it the faster it fills with milk, but it feels so good she can’t help it…
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Ivy rubbed the thick white shampoo between her hands until it was fluffy and sudsy, then rubbed her hands through her long black hair. It was odd to find a shampoo that was just cream scented. She had seen strawberries and cream, peaches and cream, and now… just cream. It smelled great though, and it had guarantees to make your hair full and shiny, and Ivy wanted to make sure her hair would look great so she gave it a shot.
Now she stood in the shower, lathering it up and cleaning her hair. Her scalp tingled, it felt good, really good, and as the soapy bubbles washed down her body the comforting tingle encased her whole body. After a few minuets she washed out the remaining soap and stepped out of the shower to dry off. As she toweled her pale body she couldn’t help but rub her soft skin, it felt so silky and she was getting kind of light headed. She sat down on the edged of the tub and everything went black as she slumped forward onto the floor.
A few hours later she woke up and found that more than her hair and skin had changed. She had larger breasts and a huge ass, giving her an hourglass like shape that was beyond anything she could have hoped for. Not all the changes were quite as appreciated, her ears had changed shape and position, become large and sticking out from the sides of her thick black hair. Her lower body had changed even more drastically, she now sported a tail with a tuft of her shiny black hair sitting above her generous backside. She gave it a small wiggle and was distracted by a heavy weight on her front, her udder. She now had a heavy and smooth pink mass sitting below her belly and above her crotch.
She didn’t have to tug on one of her four sensitive teats to know that it was already full of it’s own cream, she could feel the sloshing weight within it. The pressure was oddly pleasant though, as if the knowledge of her impending milking was soothing somehow.
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She was confused when she received a Mayternity gift, she didn’t even know what holiday that was.
The Warlock thinks Ancient Bovine Fertility charms make great Mayternity gifts!
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Everyone wants to buy Warlock brand ice cream, demand is skyrocketing and the dairy at the edge of town needs more cows…
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“Christie come work the bar, I’m gonna take my break! Now… which of you girls wants to come out back and have a glass on the house?”
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The sun had only just started to rise when she woke up with a sudden jolt, a rush of adrenaline and panic hitting her in a wave. Even before her eyes opened she felt like something was wrong, not just the knowledge that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, but the heavy weight of her chest and a few other odd sensations.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She was on a raised platform with a thin piece of fabric draped over it, the rest of the room was in complete darkness save a single overhead light shining down on her. The light illuminated her body and it’s… changes. Her jaw hung open as she looked herself over, suddenly she couldn’t tell if this was a dream, a nightmare, or some strange reality. It looked like she had a long tail, and four huge breasts, but… that couldn’t be true could it? She reached down and cupped one of the hanging tits, it felt hot and full, and very real. She began to notice how… full they actually felt. It felt like she was… like she was… milk? A few white droplets softly dripped from her nipples as she began to lactate
She gently pulled on one of her nipples. A soft tug rewarded her with an arc of hot cream and she frowned as she considered her breasts, which felt more like udders at this point. How was she going to get all that milk out, they were so big, and felt so full…
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Doing some more work with the wonderful http://kariwerners.deviantart.com/
There is just something irresistible about a cool blue pool in the heat of a summer day. Kari could just stay here forever, even when her bikini started to feel tight she didn’t want to leave. She should have known something was wrong, it felt like something was trying to poke out of the backside of her bottom and her breasts barely fit in the top that was the right size only an hour ago. The water was so nice though… she really didn’t want to get out… When her ears started to itch and a painful jab at her temples took her off guard she sighed and began to climb out of the pool. As she climbed out she caught sight of a long wet tail poking through a hole in her bikini, the sight of it surprised her enough that she lost her grip on the wet pool ladder and fell forward onto a massive pair of breasts… her breasts.
It’s been a few weeks now, Kari bought a new bikini that mostly contained her new… features, and she is still chilling in the pool, thankfully it hadn’t changed her any further, but when it was this hot outside… it was worth the risk.
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She looked down in confusion, her breasts looked a bit flush. They were rosy almost, and she could swear they looked a bit bigger. She frowned as she gave them a little squeeze, they felt hot, not painful, just… very warm, and they almost pressed back against her hand, they were definitely getting bigger and pinker as she held them.
To make matters worse she had a sudden and severe headache that caused her eyes to cross and her to loose balance for a moment, she leaned against the wall and rubbed her eyes until the pain and pressure at her temples lessened and she was able to see straight again, or at least she thought she could see straight. If she was seeing correctly again then that mean that what she saw was real.
A long tail, covered in light red fur and ending in a fluffy tip swung forward as she moved, she could feel her lingerie rubbing against it, could feel the muscle moving without her intention, but she knew that she could direct it if she focused on it. She… did she really have a tail?
She felt it’s soft length and had a light shiver ran up her spine, it was sensitive and it felt a little too good to caress it. She ran her hand through her hair nervously and felt something unusual and hard jutting out from her head. She felt the horns length and took a moment to realize what was in her hand, she had horns and tail, what the hell was going on!?
She ran down the hall toward the bathroom until she caught her reflection in the window on the way. She… she looked like she was half girl half animal, cow to be specific. She looked at her reflection in shock, then down at her body, it looked… pudgier than she remembered, her breasts were bigger, hips wider, she had quite the muffintop going on now. To make matters worse she had a variety of cowlike features and no idea how or why this had happened. All she knew was that she felt like she would be more comfortable outside in a field than inside the closed walls of her apartment. Maybe she would take a ride out to the country while she tried to figure out what was going on.
Maybe she would decide to stay?
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Make sure that you aren’t out of milk when you go to make cereal in the morning. If you end up wishing you had some, you might just get your wish… At least she will have cream for her coffee too…
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Clover sat down on the stairs, her balance unsteady. She was so front heavy now, it felt like gravity was trying to pull her down the last few steps only to land on her immense breasts and udder. She scratched at her floppy cow ears as she stared down into her canyon of cleavage. Her breasts were bigger than bowling balls, and she took small solace in having found a bra that fit, even if it was a K cup. She sighed to herself at that though, Before her breasts had swollen with milk she was only a full C cup, or maybe even a small D, but now. Now the two gallon sized milked filled breasts hanging from her chest seemed an appropriate size to go with her body.
She frowned further as she though about how it had changed. Large floppy cow like ears, small nub like horns that had felt like the worst migraine imaginable as they grew out. A long tail capped with a tuft of hair that swished aimlessly behind her, swatting at non existent flies. Even her nose had grown a bit wider and darker, but the change that shocked her the most was the udder. It was larger than her breasts and weighed a considerable amount, heavily sitting in her lap, a constant reminder of how inhuman she had become. It rubbery skin was taught and warm, and you could almost feel the pressure of how much milk was inside it. Which didn’t surprise her, her body seemed to be trying to make more milk than her newly grown endowments could hold and she frequently had leaks of pearly white milk stream from her ponderous teats or thick nipples. Having teats was weird, they felt limp and floppy until she started to stroke them, despite not increasing in size they did become firmer and more sensitive as she tried to work the milk out, and it wouldn’t be long until she found herself in a trance, softly mooing as she emptied her udder.
Her life seemed to revolve around milking herself now, and she had been lucky that one of her friends had been understanding and agreed to deliver her food every few days. Even if she did tease her about having a name fitting for a cow… But there was no way she could go outside looking like this, she didn’t know if people would freak out or try and make her their cowgirl slave. She tried to pretend like that thought didn’t excite her at all, instead focusing on what she needed to do today. Just because she had turned into some sort of cow creature didn’t mean she didn’t need to ear a living, thankfully she worked online out of home as a blogger. This gave her ample time to attend to her breasts and udder.
Today she was going to write a very angry review of a product she had recently tried, TFIndustries Magic-Milk, guaranteed to help you grow into a busty beauty. Sure the product had worked, but it had gone above and beyond and now she was more of a bovine beauty…
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Tanya flashed a mischievous grin and slipped past the older man trying to stop her and the other from enjoying the cool waters. The older man let out a shocked gasp and yelled after her, trying to grab hold of her but only getting a handful of air for his efforts as she plunged off the dock. The others looked on with envy, it was blisteringly hot, and they couldn’t understand exactly why he wouldn’t let them on the beach. His accent was thick and none of them had a great understanding of the language, the best they could come up with was that the water was unlucky. Tanya wasn’t superstitious, and the second she plunged into the waters she was submerged in relief from the heat of the day. She sunk under the water, basking in the cool depths before surfacing.
Some of her friends were arguing with the older man, who was trying to explain himself better, his face steadily turning beat red. Alex looked at her and grinned, she always enjoyed Tanya’s carefree spirit, but her smile turned to a look of confusion as Tanya pushed the wet hair off of her face. Tanya’s ears looked strangely big, sticking straight out to the sides, and they were sort of.. Hairy?
Tanya climbed a small ladder and got back on the dock, her clothes were soaked, her thin top clinging to her small breasts and her shorts hugging her well shaped but average sized ass. Tanya’s long brown hair was plastered to her back and face, and when the older man caught sight of her ears, his face when from red to ghostly white. He stumbled backwards and turned and ran from the group, leaving them bewildered. Alex moved past the others to check on Tanya, to see if she had imagined the strange features she had seen, but Tanya was already diving back into the water, and Alex saw that her back and shoulders had started to grow hair just like her ears.
The brown haired girl sunk beneath the water again, diving deep and going a distance before eventually returning for air. The water felt amazing, and she couldn’t quite understand why her friends were still up on the dock in the heat. Tanya struggled for a moment and removed her clothes, with the old man gone they were the only ones on the beach, which while odd, made it the perfect chance for some skinny dipping. Her friends were waving to her, and Tanya gave them a confused look and waved back. She didn’t realize they were waving, but trying to motion for her to get out of the water. The group was watching Tanya, Alex had pointed out her ears after she had dove a second time, and when her horned head popped out of the water, the others realized that Alex wasn’t joking, something was indeed wrong.
Tanya treaded water for a bit before the sound of her friends calling her name got her attention and she swam back to the dock. The others had the same ashen look of shock as the local man had earlier, and as she climbed the ladder a range of expressions crossed their faces. The group couldn’t believe what they were looking at. Tanya’s breasts were larger then her head, a fluffy tail hung lazily behind her now oversized ass, her legs were somewhat digitigrade, ending in a pair of bovine hooves. The slim girl that had snuck past the man was now sporting curves where none had been before, and more than a few features that belonged on a cow, not a girl.
“What, it’s not like we haven’t gone skinny dipping before, nooooo need to stare at moo just because… Moooo?” Tanya’s sarcastic quip ended in a rather confused Moo.
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She had always loved meditating in the grassy field, but now that she had become a cowgirl, the thought of relaxing in a big field of tasty grass, only wearing her thin yoga outfit as a cool summer breeze blew across the mostly bare skin of her enormous breasts… Even thinking about it was enough to make her breast feel heavy and full with milk. Sure enough, her shirt was soaked once gain as the milk dripped from her nipples in a near constant stream. She would need to stop and milk herself if she wanted to be able to concentrate on her meditation.
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Ponk and Shy - Burgers and Ice Cream
Shy has a long journey to get that spoon where it needs to go without spilling her ice cream. Poor thing~
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