#cow tf
(A girl is cursed, her pussy transformed into a donkeys, now her lust is taking over her life)
Public Masturbation, humiliation/embarrassment , transformation, exhibitionism, lactation, MILF, degradation, fisting
Chapter 1
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/116788933782/gwyns-curse-chapter-1
Chapter 2
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/117299134702/gwyns-curse-chapter-2
Chapter 3
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/118189158592/gwyns-curse-chapter-3
Chapter 4 (You Are Here)
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/145015583657/gwyns-curse-chapter-4
She quickly walked down the alley and came out on the sidewalk, this part of town wasn’t particularly busy at this time of day and she was thankful for that. All she needed to do now was find some clothes… She walked down the street leaving a small trail of wet spots behind her. The wind started to pick a little as she walked and she kept trying to pull her skirt down to no avail. Her dark Jenny cunt would have been easy to see if there had been anybody there, and the cool breeze blowing on the slick wet folds was making her shiver with the need to touch herself. She was panting heavily “Control yourself… I-I don’t need.. to.. I don’t.” She quickly slipped a finger it and barely felt it, her pussy still felt empty so she switched to three of them. She thrust them in two or three times before having to physically remover her hand with the other. Her hands were wet with her own juices and she didn’t need to be reminded of who good it would taste to suck them clean. She rubbed them dry on her black skirt and kept moving.
After about ten minuets she had reached a three story apartment building with a clothesline in the back that had a flowing dress with a flower pattern. It was a pretty shade of yellow and it was loose enough to hide Julie’s tail and udder. She quietly crept toward it, inching along the edge of the building, trying not to make a sound, she was almost there when…
“Hey you! What are you doing?” Called out a woman in her early thirties. She was cute in a mom ish way, she had messy brown hair, B cup breasts and large hips. She looked a bit tired and grump, but as the breeze blew by and carried the heavy scent of Gwyn’s sex on it, her face lightened and even flushed a little.
“I… I need that dress.”
“W-what? You want my dress… the one on the line?”
“Yeah, well.. my friend she… she tripped and her dress… got caught… on a stick, and… and it ripped in half, so now shes naked.”
“She’s naked?”
“Yeah, she hiding behind an old building nearby, and I just need to get her some clothing…”
The woman seemed to be thinking the situation through, but the hazy allure of Gwyn’s pheromones was making it hard to think. She didn’t really care about the dress, she was… she wanted… She was horny, her husband worked too much and her daughter was getting to that age where she was a pain in the ass. What the woman really wanted right now was a good fuck.
“God I’m horny..” She muttered under her breath quiet enough that she didn’t think Gwyn heard her. She did though, and despite not wanting to transform anyone else her hormones took over. She walked toward the woman and pushed her against the wall.
“I can help with that, how about we make a trade.” She put her hand forcibly down the woman’s pants and started to rub at her already wet pussy. “I get you off, and you give me the dress?”
What was going on, the woman thought, she was doing laundry and now this strange girl was… was touching her and… it felt so good.. she wasn’t even BI.. well there was that one time in college but- Gwyn started to work a circle around the woman’s clit, eliciting a moan and interrupting her thoughts. The thick musty aroma of lust was too much for her, she needed Gwyn badly.
The woman grabbed the dress off the line and lead Gwyn up to her apartment, pulling Gwyn along in anticipation. After she closed the door Gwyn took charge again, she could almost feel how bad the woman wanted to be dominated. She pushed her backwards onto a tan sofa and told her to take off her pants. The woman nearly ripped them off, she wanted this so bad, she wanted Gwyn to make her cum.
Gwyn spread the woman’s legs and got on her knees, her face was now inches from the woman’s needy pussy. She didn’t waste any time, sliding in two fingers to the second knuckle and twirling her tongue around the woman’s eager clit. She bucked against Gwyn hard, her pussy was sensitive from lack of frequent stimulation and she had to grab a pillow and bite down on it to stop herself from screaming out. Gwyn giggled, the poor woman looked like she hadn’t got laid in a long time. Gwyn had an idea… maybe she could speed things along.. She quickly used her other hand on her own aching cunny, rubbing it for a bit then plunging two, three, then all five fingers deep inside herself while she worked the horny housewife over.
Now that her hand was dripping with her own juices she took it and started rubbing the woman’s pussy with it, she wasn’t sure but something about mixing their juices felt like it would speed the woman’s transformation into a slut. For some reason the feeling of being covered in the juices of the strange girl’s soaked pussy was so erotic, everything felt even more intense after that, her whole body was on fire, she just needed to cum so badly, more badly than she had even needed to before.
She was ready, Gwyn could already see that changes starting and she was going to make sure that the woman came harder than she ever had as they finished. Gwyn watched the woman’s thighs thicken, growing from just wide to rather lump in seconds. Her belly had been flat with a small pooch, but now it was steadily filling out to match her thick thighs. The woman would have curled her toes as Gwyn’s tongue darted in and out of her needy slit, but her feet were already starting to look like trotters. Gwyn could just see over the woman’s belly from that angle to notice another pair of breasts growing in beneath the first, and she knew that the woman was close, she needed to come now before she noticed the changes. Gwyn had already been slowly working up the number of fingers she used when she switched from tongue to hand, but now she was able to get all five in, and with a little effort, she slipped her hand in to the wrist. She begin fisting the slutty pig milf and sucking on her clit which had grown to nearly two inches long. The woman made a pig like squeal and stopped gripping the sofa to play with her four large tits. She didn’t seem to notice the difference, or that her nose was looking like a short snout, or that her ears had grown into large floppy pig ears. Gwyn kept her frantic pace, sucking and thrusting, enjoying the flavor of the wanton pig slut’s plump joy buzzer.
“D-dont.. Dooon’t stop… Don’t I’m so… I… Squeeee!” Gwyn felt her clench around her fist as she squealed through the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. The woman thrashed for a moment before actually passing out from the sheer pleasure. Gwyn slipped her fist free with a squelching pop, and began to lick it clean. If it wasn’t for her own achingly needy jenny’s pussy she might have stopped to feel bad, but her horniness was extreme and any thought she had was used to try and get the dress and leave. Her pussy was dripping all over the apartment floor, leaving a large wet patch where she had sat and a trail into the kitchen. She grabbed the dress and took a last look at the passed out woman.
The average looking mom with the small breasts and wide hips was now a whoreish pig. Her cunt looked stretched and gaping, her four tits sat heavily on her big pot belly, and her overall chubbiness just made her snout and ears cuter. Hopefully the woman’s husband would come home and find some renewed inspiration to attend to his pigslut of a wife.
Gwyn quickly washed the layer of girlcum plastered over her face and into her hair in the sink and dashed out the front door dress in hand. A neighbor gave her a sideways glance as she ran past and ducked into the woman’s apartment to check on her. Gwyn wasn’t sure but she thought she could hear a mixture of moans and squeals as she reached the ground floor and her pussy ached to be back up there with them. As she jogged back toward old warehouse, Gwyn could feel her dark loose lips rubbing against each other, and the skirt brushing against her stiff clit. She was panting from arousal more than the running, but she had to stop to catch her breath. Her cunt throbbed with need, she moaned lewdly and grimaced when she noticed a nearby stranger give her a look. She couldn’t start taking care of her problem in the middle of the road, she had to … to get back to Julie… to find her cow… to… to fuck her needy cunt while she milked her udders. The thoughts of newly milked filled friend was too much, she couldn’t even stop herself as she dropped the dress and starting fingering herself in front of the stranger.
Gwyn felt so ashamed, but the longer the man watched the better it felt. She was actually getting off on him watching her be a slut. What was the matter with her, why did she have to do these things. She wasn’t trying to give herself an orgasm like the housewife and it didn’t take long for her to thrust into her soft folds until a small but needed orgasm sent a gush of juices all over the sidewalk. The man in the distance, his face red, turned and walked away as if nothing had happened, he wasn’t quite sure how to process the scene he had just witnessed and needed a moment. Gwyn quickly got back up and continued toward the abandoned building, hoping the man didn’t follow her.
She couldn’t believe she had turned another unsuspecting girl into a sex crazed animal, then got off to fingering herself in the middle of the street in front of some random guy.Everything was so hard to control, her instincts and needs were getting so strong… All she wanted to do was fuck, she didn’t even care if she made it to her friends house at this point, she would probably just end up fucking her too.
…
The thought of fucking Lori was a persistent one, and as much as she hated it she desperately wanted to turn her into a sex crazed animal like herself. She wouldn’t stay mad at her, not after she got a taste of Gwyn’s pussy. She took a finger and coated it in the girlcum that covered her thighs, then licked it clean.. The taste of her pussy was addicting, and she was grateful she wasn’t more flexible or she would still be at home, sitting in her bedroom eating herself out. As she turned the corner and reached the alley she tried to dispel the fantasies of exploring her own cunt, she needed to focus. She called out to Julie and was relieved when she stepped out from behind a stack of crates. Julie looked distraught, she had managed to control herself, but her udder had swollen with milk during the half hour that Gwyn took finding the dress and fucking the mom turned pig.
“P-please Gwyn… Milk me….Milk ME GWYN! It’s so full!” Julie nearly tackled Gwyn, pushing her to the ground and nearly tearing off Gwyn’s clothes as she undressed her. Gwyn barely had time to react before she was forcing one of her quartet of milk leaking teats down her throat. Gwyn had not choice but to suck as the cowgirl thrust into her, each motioned praying a load of hot milk down Gwyn’s throat. Gwyn did her best not to gag as the thick teat abused her like a cock and the heavy milk filled udder served as it’s balls. The udder slapped her in the face as she went in and out, fat teats whacking her check and milk spilling down onto her tits. The young brunette cow looked like she was actually about to cum just from her teat getting deepthroated, her juicy cunt was hovering just about Gwyn’s breasts as she facefucked her with her udder. Gwyn quickly thrust into her, working as much as she could fit in as quickly as she could and pulling back out only to ram her again. She saw stars as the thick teat slammed against the back of her throat, tears were welling up in her eyes, and she had to work the poor cow’s needy cunny even harder to get free from her powerful thrusts. Julie could take another moment of the pleasure, between her sensitive nipples that felt nearly as real as if it were an actual cock in Gwyn’s mouth, to the hand pounding her cow cunt, it was too much and she was gonna cum she was gonna..
“Moo for me!” she tried to say through her milk filled mouth, hoping that Julie got the sentiment.
“I’m gonna cum Gwyn, G-Gwyn I’m.. gonna…. MOooOOOooo!” Gwyn nearly choked as milk blasted into her, filling her until her belly felt ready to burst with creamy milk. Julie’s pussy squirted her juices all over Gwyn and left her in a soaked heap. She staggered back, looking drained and relieved. Gwyn sat on the ground, naked and covered in milk and girl cum, idly fingering herself as she watched Julie get dressed..
The old wooden door creaked open and the dark haired girl froze as she made eye contact. Her lightly muzzled face turned a shade of pink almost as dark as her breasts and she struggled to decide weather to hide her obviously bovine features or to conceal her large hanging breasts. Neither was a possibility and her embarrassment turned to a rage, she charged the door like a bull and for a moment you thought she was going for you with the four inch horns that protruded from the sides of her head, but in a moment she was pushing you back and slamming the door shut behind you, all the while swearing at you for not knocking. The door trembled and dust swirled around the old cabin for a moment, you tried to muster a weak apology before she cut you off from the other side of the door
She started with a deep sigh “There’s no hiding it now I guess, might as well show yooooouuu.” She went silent at her cowlike.
You watched blankly as she opened the door and entered the room. Her tight blue sweater clung to her massive breasts and hefty teat like nipple, she wasn’t wearing a bra and there size left nothing to the imagination. Her brown skirt was lifted up in the back by a long fur tipped tail that swayed hypnotically behind her, it almost had a mind of it’s own with how it bobbed and waved. A stark contrast to her look of exasperation. Despite her wide set nose and long bridge her face maintained the same qualities you had always found so endearing. She brushed her long dark hair behind her cow-like ears, oblong shapes that stuck out from the side of her head just below her horns. They looked… cute if you were going to be honest, sexy even. It was strange, she looked so different but somehow the same.
“Eyes up here.” She said curtly, drawing your attention away from her, a pun came to mind that you didn’t dare say aloud for fear of being gored for real this time.
udders.
“What a day.” She breathed the words out and seemed to relax a bit. “I was a bit worried yoooou were gonna freak out when yoooou saw…” She slowly looked herself over. “This.”
The wind howled through a small hole in the wall and you couldn’t help but to shiver, next time you were going to find a nicer cabin to rent when you went camping.
The dark haired cowgirl didn’t seemed bothered by the chill. “Whoooo did you rent this place from again?”
You thought for a moment before remembering the name of the person you found online who had listed the cabin. It had been unusually cheap to rent out considering how scenic the local, but you were starting to get and idea of why it had been such a bargain.
“Well, whooooever it was, it looks like they were into some occult stuff, I found all sorts of strange things in the back rooooom, that’s where I, where I f-found the milk.” her face went red again. “I don’t know why I drank the damn thing, whooooo knows how long it had been sitting on the counter there but it, it smelled so goooooood and…” She looked away. “It tasted so wonderful, I had drank half the bottle before I noticed anything happening. I-I don’t know what woooould have happened if I had drank the whole thing.” Her tail wrapped around her leg as if comforting her against the thought of having tuned all the way into a cow.
“At first it was just a warm tingly feeling, like being wrapped in a blanket fresh out of a dryer, but then it got sooooo hot, and I felt like there was this pressure inside me. Then the clasp on my bra snapped and it was like waking up from a trance, my breasts were.. big.” She folded her arms under her breasts and it only served to show off just how large they had become. Each was easily the size of her head and her nipples were so thick they couldn’t be hidden by the fabric at all. “It all happened so fast after that, my head was pounding and my jaw and nose ached, I saw stars for a moment and nearly collapsed when my back started to crack and pop. It was a good thing I had that table to lean against, I nearly blacked out for a moment, but as sudden as it had happened it was done. I felt like I had ran a marathon, I was dizzy and…” She sighed again “I have a tail, and horns… LIKE A COW…this is sooooo ridiculous.”
You told her you thought it was sexy and she glared at you for a moment before sighing again. “Yeah I guess. It does look kinda cute.”
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The lovely kariwerners has been patiently waiting for The Warlock to give her another taste of a TF, and this time we decided to spring for a more bovine transformation.
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With a deep yawn she stirred awake, red locks tumbling across her face. She sat up and stretched forward, her large breasts creating a deep canyon of cleavage. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the field, but after that strange headache she had got so sleepy. She ran her hand through her hair, brushing past her large floppy ears and stopping at her short horns.
Nothing seemed unusual and her headache was gone now, it seemed like the nap did her good. She got her hooves onto the ground and stood up, a long fur tipped tail draped down over the top of her jeans. She started walking to the edge of the field, but kept having this strange feeling like something was different… She felt like she was forgetting something, like she needed to remember… As hard as she tried she couldn’t think of what important thing she had forgot. She walked past her torn pair of sneakers, her now discarded and snapped bra, and the broken sign at the fence edging the field.
She stopped for a moment and looked at the sign, it was hard to make out what it said but it looked like ‘Trespassers will be tra__f__med’ what ever that meant.
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My half of a art trade with http://bobbyj251.deviantart.com/
They look ready for the beach or the farm…
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Amy sighed and sat down “Look, you don’t wanna mess with that, It’s abit trickier of magic than we are ready to deal with..”
She shot Amy a skeptical look “Yeah?”
“Alright, it’s a wand that grants fantasies. It starts with giving you something you want, and then slowly changes it until it’s not really what you wanted.”
“Can’t you just magic whatever it does away again?” April asked skeptically
“I-I… It makes it hard..” Amy shifted her legs awkwardly and grabbed a pillow concealing a growing bulge in her pants before her friend noticed “It makes it so you don’t want to change back even though you know you should.”
“Uh huh.. Well maybe you just didn’t want to change back?” she playful taunted Amy.
Amy looked annoyed and flustered “Fine April, don’t believe me. Play with it all weekend if you want.”
“Jeez, calm down Amy, I’m just joking, no need to get in a huff…”
Amy couldn’t stay mad at April long, and soon they were back to joking and having a good time. Eventually it was time for Amy to leave and she gave April a kiss and grabbed her bags.
“I know you won’t believe me, so I’m just gonna say good luck. Hopefully you don’t have any super weird fetishes…” Amy chuckled nervously as she hugged April goodbye.
“Your such a worry wart Ames, I’m not gonna play with it… much.”
“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Amy smiled at April and walked out the door as April closed it. “That girl doesn’t know what shes in for…” She thought to herself, knowing that the wands magic prevented her from stopping April from using it.
It had been a little over an hour since her girlfriend had left, and April was already bored. Bored and curious, curious about the antique wand. It wasn’t the first legit magic trinket the Amy had brought home from work, but it sounded a bit more serious than the others, a bit more… fun. April sat on the couch staring at the wand as it sat on the counter looking innocent and mundane. She scoffed to herself “Amy is just screwing with me, it’s probably not even real.”
April got up and walked over to the wand, grabbing it and giving it a flourish and flick like wizards do in the movies. There was a flash of light and she felt like the wind had been knocked out of her as she stumbled back onto the couch. The magical energies enveloped her and she felt as if the magic was in her head… searching for.. something. Suddenly she started to think about all manner of fetishes and fantasies she had ever imagined, every dirty little idea that had ever crossed her mind. Eventually her thoughts stopped racing and she was left thinking about her tits. Thinking about how great it would be if they started to grow.
She was a little nervous now, the wand was real, and she could already feel her breasts start to get hotter. They were so warm, so hot and soft, so… so big! She could feel them begin to strain the fabric of her shirt, and as much as she knew she should take it off, the thought of her tits growing until the burst out of it was too enticing. With every breath they felt heavier and larger, the shirt tightened painfully and she was starting to have difficulty breathing from the compression. She watched eagerly as her shirt began to falter, the fabric giving up in its fight to contain her tits, and eventually ripping down the front and providing much needed relief.
She breathed deeply, her huge breasts heaving with her chest. They were huge, larger than any breasts she had ever seen in person, and rivaling many she had seen only in artwork. This was.. this was awesome, she had actually got to experience breast expansion, a fantasy she had had for a long time… long… For some reason the word long felt important. Something was supposed to be long wasn’t it? She cupped her breasts as she tried to think of what was so important. What was supposed to be long? She kneaded her tits, smooshing them into each other and tugging on one of her nipples. Her nipples!? They hadn’t grown at all. Her breasts were huge now, but she still had her normal sized nipples.
The more she thought about them, the more she realized she wanted them to grow too. It wasn’t long before the magical feeling of her tits swelling returned, but this time it was centered in her nipples. She could barely contain herself as they too started to swelling, crowing from the size of pencil erasers to the size of cherries, then to the size of her thumb, then larger still. Her nipples grew thicker and longer without stop, quickly passing what would be considered normal and entering the realm of fetish porn she had seen online.
Within just a few minuets she had gone from an ordinary C cup to breasts that she couldn’t even guess the size of, complete with teat like nipples. Teats… Teats like those on a cow…
She panicked as thoughts of her breasts filling with milk started to enter her head. The magic didn’t wait to convince her this time and she immediately felt her breasts swell with milk. Creamy white droplets started to drip from her large nipples as the pressure in her breasts became intense. They were so hot and full, she could almost here the milk sloshing around. She had to do something, she had to.. to milk herself. She ran to the bathroom and knelled over the tub, squeezing her tits together and pulling on her teats. Streams of milk sprayed out from them, and she had to bite her lip to not scream out in joy at the feeling of milking herself. Why did it feel so good!? She wasn’t some cow meant for milking…
April started to fixate on the idea of begin a cow and she barely managed to start toward the kitchen before more changes started. A tail quickly poke out above the band of her shorts, and she nearly slipped in a puddle of her own milk as her feet changed into clumsy hooves. Her nails became dark, then grew larger and larger until they started to take over her foot, merging together into a black mass then a fully formed hoof. Her lower legs changed shape slightly to accommodate her new hooves and she lumbered toward the wand she had left on the counter. At least she still had hands, maybe she could use the wand to stop this.
Why did she want to stop it though, and why did she want to have hands anymore?
The wand clattered to the ground, rolling away from her until it hit the wall. April blinked in confusion and walked over to pick it up, her steps heavy and unsure as her newly formed hooves clacked loudly on the wood. As she leaned down to pick it up she found that her hand refused to move. Her fingers were still, and rapidly become darker as they joined together into another set of hooves. She desperately tried to pick up the wand, but her clumsy hoof hands just knocked it away again. Feeling quite defeated she sank to the ground and crossed her arms under her heavy milk filled breasts, breasts she could no longer bring relief to. Fat droplets of milk dripped from her thick teat like nipples once more, and she let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a moo. The pressure was so intense, it was terrible and wonderful at the same time, and unless she figured out some way to milk herself without hands she was going to get to “enjoy” it all weekend.
At least the magic seems to have stopped she though as she looked at the clock and sighed, it was only 8pm Friday evening, her friend wouldn’t be back until Monday morning. There was no way she could last 60 hours without milking herself, if only her friend was here. If Amy was still here she could give her her hands back, or better yet, she could milk her. She imagined herself on four hooves, getting milked by Amy like a farm animal. No… she wanted to turn back, not to stay like this, certainly not to be stuck with hooves for hands. Stuck, stuck on all fours like an animal. She tried to banish the strange fantasies from her head as she got up, but something was wrong. She hadn’t stood up at all, she was actually walking around on all four hooves, and it felt natural. Her arms seemed a little longer than they used to, somewhere in between arms and legs. This was too much, she had to stand up and stop thinking about being stuck on the ground like this. Her tail flicked to the side angrily as she tried to force herself to a standing position. Her legs wobbled and she fell forward onto her hooves heavily, there was no way for her to stand now, the magic had been effected by her perverted fantasy once again.
April slowly walked to the livingroom, her four hooves loudly clopping as she stepped, and her heavy breasts hanging from her chest leaving a trail of milk droplets. It took her a few minuets to figure out how to turn the TV on by using the remote with her mouth, and it was a bit awkward to climb into the couch. Eventually she was sitting comfortably watching reruns of a show she liked, trying to ignore how full of milk her breasts had become. By now the magic had fully dissipated, and gone with it were the thoughts of turning back to normal, of getting rid of her hooves, or her tail, or turning her breasts back to normal. Now she just wanted Amy to get home, to comfort her. She just need her girlfriend to… to milk her, that would feel amazing.
She yawned deeply, her body felt so heavy and tired after all of its changes, and she started to doze off. As she felt asleep she thought to herself, this isn’t so bad, as long as Amy milked her regularly she might actually enjoy being her pet cowgirl.
She took the summer off from school to spend some time in the countryside… it looks like she might be bringing some country back with her when she leaves.
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She was going to visit her best friend’s family farm for the week, so she bought a pair of Cowgirl Shorts from Warlock-Designs. Now it looks like she might be staying on the farm a bit longer than she expected…
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Doing some practice drawing again, so here’s a recently transformed Cowgirl who is in need of a good long milking.
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“Do you like? I was just going to get a few cup sizes bigger originally, but I’d seen the advertisements for the animal stuff… And you know how much I’ve always loved cows! Yeah I know it’s a bit of a change… But having a tail is really fun, I’ve always wanted one too. The Horns? Yeah that’s why I don’t have a shirt on, still getting used to not ripping them in half. Bra? Oh why am I not wearing a bra, well… my nipples are really sensitive now, my bra was rubbing them a lot and it was really distracting. Oh you don’t even know, once I start touching them I can’t really control myself. You can touch them if you want, I know I do often enough, how can you resist touching such a huge pair of tits. Just don’t massage them too much, I’m a little embarrassed to say but… but mixing the bigger tits with the cow stuff… kinda… made me start lactating. Well not a lot, yet… They said I’m probably gonna make quite a bit, and every time I milk myself I start Mooing. It’s not cute… well I mean it is a little, I kinda like being part dairy cow and getting milked. Taste? I-I..I haven’t… tried it.. I mean… Do you think we… we should try it? Okay.. uhm, you go get a glass from the kitchen and I’ll get ready..”
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Calling this hay fever would be a bit of an understatement. It had started with a sniffle, a small irritation of the sinus. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but she hadn’t got far through the field before she was sneezing repeatedly and her clothes felt so itchy. She just wanted to take the shortcut home, cut through the field with the no trespassing sign and cut a half hour of her trip.
She didn’t even make it half way before she was tearing off her own clothes. Her ears itched, her stomach felt bloated, her spine cracked and popped. She fell to her knees, sneezing again as her ears grew outward, and a tail began to form behind her.
There was a reason for the no trespassing signs, the field was testing a experimental pesticide for a shady corporation called Warlock Industries, and it looks like some people were bound to have an… adverse reaction…
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She bit her lower lip as she felt her pants get tighter, the waistband now firmly digging in. The tighter it got the better it felt, because she knew. She knew that it was only getting tighter because she was getting bigger. Her thighs, her hips, her ass, she could actually feel them swelling, she could feel how thick and wide they were growing.
As much as she hated having to do it she had to unbutton her pants, everything was getting so tight she was afraid she might not be able to get out of her pants at this point. She sucked in ass best as she could and tried to get the button undone to no avail. It was stuck and there was no way to relieve the pressure.
She panted heavily as her body continued to grow larger, it was so tight, she was so big. Her ass must be the largest she had ever seen, but it wasn’t done growing yet, her massive thighs continued to fill and stretch her pants, the fabric reaching it’s limit as her hips widen further. She only just managed to avoid the button of her jeans hitting her in the face as it rocketed off of her pants, the tremendous pressure haven been too great to contain her any longer. As it flew off she felt some of her huge frame spill out over the edge of her pants, trying to escape the tight confines of her soon to be ruined pants.
She groaned in happily as she heard the first tear, her poor pants loosing the fight against her growing backside. It started with only a small tear, and then another, and another, her ever expanding body was ripping through her pants and it wasn’t long before the jeans were a tattered pile beneath her. She looked down and saw the her underwear which was still biting at her was more like a thong or g-string at this point, there was no hope of removing it and she eagerly awaited as… yes it to ripped in half and she couldn’t help but moan as her naked lower body was free.
“T-that was… amazing… I need… I need MooooOoOooree!” She didn’t even notice how her moans were starting to resemble Moos, she was too caught up in the wonderful feeling of her growing body. She shifted on the loveseat sticking her ass out and looking behind her. It was… it was massive, how could it even be real. She rubbed her huge thigh and gave her ass a firm slap, watching as it wobbled from it. Rational thought should have told her to panic, to be upset even, but this was… this felt so great she was hoping it wasn’t over.
She suddenly felt a stirring in her breasts, a deep aching pressure starting to build within them. It felt like she was getting filled, filled with such a great warmth, filled with so much. Too much, her breasts felt so full, she couldn’t possibly contain this pressure, even her nipples felt it. Eventually the inner pressure lessened, only to replaced with another, the feeling of her bra being too small. She realized that her breasts were growing bigger and she groaned in delight, there was nothing she wanted more. The underwire of the bra was digging in, and the straps were chaffing her shoulders, she could actually see how hard her nipples were through the thickly padded bra. No amount of padding would stop her growth though, her breasts seemed intent on growing to immense proportions just like her ass. She was starting to feel a little dizzy, her shirt and bra were so tight, it was getting a little hard to breath. She could feel the hook in the back of the bra bending out of place, finally letting go and falling away as her bra gave up and let her huge breasts spill forth. She let out a ragged Moo and pulled the bra out from it’s snug home beneath her too tight shirt.
She felt something long and thin slapping at her thigh and nearly stopped for a moment, but as her turgid nipples dragged across the tight fabric of her stretched shirt she couldn’t bare to spare the attention. Her tits were so heavy that she had to rest the against the loveseat for a moment, but she didn’t have the time to. Her chest heaved, swelling forward even faster, her shirt began to falter, as hole tearing in the front and creating a window into her deep canyon of cleavage just before the whole shirt ripped clean in half.
She cried out in joy as her massive tits ballooned outward, finally free and unrestrained by a shirt or bra. Even her nipples were huge, easily bigger than her thumb already. She tugged on one as she grabbed the other breasts and felt just how heavy it was. How was she even going to walk around with these, they were going to pin her to the ground they were just… they felt… they were amazing. She wanted them… to get even bigger. She started to massage them and pull at her thick nipples, trying to encourage a little more growth before they slowed down and finally stopped growing. Her stimulation did the trick and she didn’t noticed her ears changing shape as another few cup sizes were skipped over by her breasts. They must have been bigger than her head, and they felt so soft and heavy. There wasn’t a movement she could make that didn’t make them bounce or jiggle, and every time they did pleasure rippled through her body and she had to resist the urge to tend to that ache in her nipples, the desire to tease and pull them. Well… she didn’t have to resist did she?
She kept pulling and tugging, teasing them like them were… like the teats of a cow, like she wanted to milk them.
Milk…
The very thought of it made a new pressure blossom within her and her breasts swelled even larger as they began to fill. Her nose thickened as she brought a tit to her mouth and stuck the plump teat deep inside, greedily sucking in hopes that she would be rewarded. She pulled hard on her sensitive teats, it nearly hurt but it also felt so good that she couldn’t help but to pull them harder, hard enough that the grew another inch longer, and were left even thicker. These weren’t just nipples anymore, these were teats that belong on an udder, udders like her tits. She felt the warmth still growing, it was so hot, so full, she just needed.. needed it to come out, she needed.
Her mind went blank for a moment at the feeling of the twin arcs of milk jettisoning from her nipples, one across the loveseat the other into her waiting mouth. Suddenly she was gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her own cream, her own sweet milk. She softly mooed through her milk filled mouth, her own tit threatening to smother her if she wasn’t careful. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t stop, nothing could ever feel this good, and she didn’t want to ever take that huge nipples from her mouth again. There was no way to guess how much of the milk she had drank, but the loveseat was soaked, stained with a heavy bath of her own milk, the smell of fresh cream flooded her large nostrils and she breathed in deeply as she gulped down more and more…
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Another morph of the ever beautiful kariwerners
Kari leaned down as she noticed something sparkling in the bottom of the box. She sat down her stack of files she had been organizing and reached into the old box and pulled out a ring. Heavy, golden, far too large for a finger, maybe it was just a really thick earring? It did have a little clip on segment… She looked it over, it actually reminded her more of a bulls nose ring than a earring. For some reason she couldn’t explain she unclasped it and fitted it between her nostrils. It hung there, heavily and she laughed at how silly she must look. Then she felt it.
A sharp pain stabbed at her nose and she yelped in surprise as much as pain. Somehow the nose ring had stung her quite painfully, maybe the clasp poked her. She tried to work it loose but was only rewarded with more pain. Kari brushed her dark locks of hair out of her face and walked toward the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. Maybe with it’s help she could see why the ring was so… stuck. She was eager to get it out, her nose was starting to feel swollen. She breathed deeply in annoyance at the unfortunate jewelry only to notice that her shirt felt rather tight against her chest. She hurried her pace as she became aware that her chest felt just as swollen as her nose, and her ears and temples had started to sting lightly.
By the time she reached the bathroom the sides of her head were splitting, her ears felt numb, her nose felt… wrong, and her breasts. She didn’t need a mirror to see that they had grown more than a few cup sizes in such a short time. What she did see in the mirror was enough to leave her speechless. Her nose was thick… wide… pink, it looked… Kari noticed that her ears had taken on a strange shape and stuck far to the sides of her head, as she reached to feel them she poked her hand over something sharp. A hard protrusion coming out of the spot that stung so bad. She brushed her hair away and saw that a… horn was jutting out of her skin.
“W-whats happening!? What did that Noooooose ring dooooo to mooo!?”
It took her a moment to realize that half of her sentence had sounded like the bellowing Moo of a cow. She tried to speak again and once more found that every other word seemed to be a loud Moo. She felt her heart racing beneath her expanding breasts, everything was happening so quick and… why did she feel so… good? She tried to shake the feeling but only ended up jingling the large ring in her nose. Sure it looked silly, but… it actually was kind of cute with the ears and how pink her nose was. She blushed a little as she let out an intentional Moo. It was a small and timid sound and she tried a second time with more gusto.
“MoooOooooO!” The sound almost burst out of her, it was far louder than she had intended and she clamped her hands over her mouth hoping that nobody had heard her.
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~A Blood Moo~
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