#cow tf
As you shift you feel the swollen pink mass sways heavily, slapping against your leg firmly. Each step causes it’s mass to tug lightly, but the strain is more enticing than annoying. Every breeze that caresses it’s surface causes a chill to run up your spine as your teats stiffen and enlarge. They feel so intense, it’s an active struggle to keep your hands off of them and you wonder why you bother. It’s not like you don’t need to milk your udder, it’s been hours, it feels so hot and tight, if it wasn’t so full you swear it would slosh with milk as you walked, but the skin is stretch taut and you are going out of your mind waiting. It feels so good letting it get this full though, you thought it would hurt, but it’s a fever dream of wonderful near pain.
You sit down gently, and your heavy udder plops onto your lap heavily, it weighs a lot and it takes you a moment to get comfortable with it filling your lap so much. It feels so good touching it, it’s hard to stop, but you don’t want to give in yet. The soft smooth flesh is hot against your legs, you can feel it pulsing with energy, with hot cream waiting for your touch. A single tug at one of your thick teats would be enough to unleash a torrent of milk, you bite your lip at the thought as you try and hold on.
Your hands tremble as you let them barely touch the pink shape in your lap, it’s almost radiating heat. You wonder how much bigger it will get, it doesn’t feel like it would ever stop… Every moment is torture, the pressure is so intense now and your udder is bigger than it’s ever been. Your teats are standing erectly, small drops of milk occasionally bead and drip from it even without your eager hands touch. You feel them slide down your hot flesh only to drip on to your leg. It’s so hot it nearly stings as it splashes against your thigh. You have to adjust a little , spreading your legs out from under the heavy weight of your udder. The bigger it gets the more it weighs, and it’s filling so rapidly you need a reprieve from it’s mass before your leg falls asleep. As you lower it to the cool floor you gasp loudly. The temperature difference is enough that you jump a little and a few droplets of milk spurt from your teats.
You try not to moan lewdly as you trace a circle around two of your teats, you wish you had more hands, two is never enough when you have four thick teats aching to be pulled. You can’t wait to finally give in, it feels so much better like this, waiting until you can barely move it’s so full and sensative. Your breath comes in raggedly, you wish you could stay here on the edge for ever, you almost feel ashamed that this feels so good.
You hear the sound of milk dripping on the floor, white splatters on the wood beneath you. Your so full now it’s starting to leak, and the need to unleash a torrent of milky pleasure is making you melt as you eye the rigid pink teats. You can’t take your eyes off them, they are so tantalizingly big, and wet with cream as it seeps from them more and more. You can’t even touch your udder now without it spraying a fine mist of milk, but if you were to grab hold of one of those teats you fear you would black out it felt so good. You continue to resist, holding your breath for no reason as if it gives you more willpower, or maybe it just distracts you. Either way you can’t help but to gently press on your udder periodically, entranced by the puddle forming beneath you.
It feels so tight and heavy now, you doubt you could stand, your not going to be able to move until you attend to it, but that doesn’t bug you, you aren’t going anywhere and there is only one thing on your mind. You lean forward just a little, feeling it pressing against your groin and abdomen. The slight increase in pressure causes the flow from your teats to reach a small if steady stream and the puddle beneath you grows larger. Your legs are getting wet, warm white cream pooling beneath you. The feeling of your weight leaning against your udder makes you light headed… why do you like this so much. You can something deep within your chest building, a heavy instinctual feeling. The more you lean forward the stronger it gets, your lips tremble as you feel it start to rush out of you, and as your fingers wrap hold of your painfully hot teats you let out a bellowing Moo that threatens to shake you apart.Alabaster stream arc from beneath you in sequence, one after another as you roughly tug your teats in tandem. Each of your four teats is like a white hot lance in your mind, four pin points of bright pleasure in the darkness that is the world around you. No other sense or sensations reach you, just the haze of a climax that doesn’t end, and wont end until you milk every drop of it.
“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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(A girl is cursed, her pussy transformed into a donkeys, now her lust is taking over her life)
F/F, humiliation/embarrassment , transformation, public sex, lesbian, lactation, cowgirl
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 (You Are Here)
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/118189158592/gwyns-curse-chapter-3
Chapter 4
http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/145015583657/gwyns-curse-chapter-4
Gwyn turned in terror, preparing to run from the pitchfork wielding mob rushing at her, but instead of a group of angry villagers there was just a girl. She was a pretty girl, brown hair that went well past her shoulders, skin a deep natural tan, large tits and flared hips. Gwyn eyed her bodily appreciatively, unable to look away from the sway of her hips or the heft of her breasts. Gwyn tore her eyes away from the other girls assets as she came closer, realizing she was ogling her. Looking the rest of the girl over, she thought that the brunette looked a few years younger than her, maybe eighteen or nineteen. She was wearing a tight fitting pair of jeans and loose salmon colored shirt, overall she looked friendly and approachable. The girl jogged over, flashing her a smile and said “Hey… I-I saw what happened in the store, I’m so sorry… my names Juliette, but everyone calls me Julie.” She laughed nervously and stuck her hand out in a awkward attempt at a handshake. Still stunned, Gwyn took her hand and gave it a confused shake. “I’m Gwyn… people call me Gwyn.” They both laughed awkwardly, and Julie gestured toward the road “Hey,lets get out of here, before anyone shows up.”
The girls walked down the street together, chatting about all things not her pussy. Julie was cheerful and talkative, and Gwyn was glad to have someone to distract her from the thought of the other pedestrians noticing her.‘It’s nice to have a normal moment in this shitty week’ Gwyn thought, trying to forget the supermarket 'I can’t believe Julie is even talking to me after what happened..’ She wouldn’t get to enjoy her reprieve long though, as eventually curiosity got the better of Julie, and she brought up the inevitable question “So… whats the deal with… well…you know… down there.” she whispered the last part gesturing downwards. Gwyn visibly deflated, she knew she would have to tell her at some point. Gwyn pointed toward a large empty parking lot across the street “That old warehouse is abandoned, lets talk over there, I don’t want any eavesdroppers.” She pulled the tan skinned girl to the other side of the road and they slowly made their way across the long lot in silence. The sun had come out while Gwyn was in the supermarket, and the chill of morning had faded into a hazy afternoon. They reached the building and went around to the backside of it, glad to be in the shade and off the now hot asphalt. The back of the lot was very open, but bordered by thick concrete walls, and it was unlikely that anyone would find them. Gwyn sat on a short flight of steps that lead to a locked backdoor, she held her knees tight to her and sighed deeply with her head down.
“Okay, so your not going to believe it, but I’m gonna tell it to you straight either way. I was cursed.” she started with her head still buried.
“I believe you.” Julie said with conviction, standing in front of her, and keeping eyes out for anyone coming around the corner.
“What?” Gwyn choked, unsure if her ears were working right.
“I said I believe you. My granny was from Mexico, she always talked about brujas and curses. Dad said she was old, and afraid and that those things were just stories, but I always believed them.” Julie said plainly.
Gwyn loosened her body, and looked relieved “Well that makes this easier then. I guess I’ll cut to the chase. I was cursed, and now I have a donkey’s pussy, and it’s getting really hard to control myself.”
“Wow… I know its really dark and big, but really? Why would someone give you a donkey vag, I mean, what happened, what did you do to get cursed?”
“I have no idea what the fuck I did to deserve this!” she shouted angrily. Julie looked startled, clearly not having meant any harm by her question. Gwyn frowned “I’m sorry… It.. It’s been quite the week..” Gwyn’s eyes started to tear up, and she tried to hold it in, but broke down into sobs. Julie rushed to her side and gripped her in a tight hug. “Hey! It’s okay” She whispered, sitting on the steps next to her. She tried to soothe the distraught girl “It’s not even bad looking really, so don’t worry about it.. your still beautiful”
“B-beautiful?” Gwyn asked with disbelief, looking into the dark brown eyes of the kind girl holding her.
“Yeah, beautiful.” Julie said with a smile. Gwyn felt emotion well up inside her and leaned forward and kissed the girl. 'She tastes like cinnamon’ Gwyn thought as she pulled back. Julie stared at her and she stiffened with fright, her mind raced as she wondered what she might be thinking, but Julie reached her hand behind Gwyn’s head, and embraced her with a kiss of her own, silencing her doubts. Soon the girls were grinding against one another, their hands exploring each others bodies as they kissed passionately.
Julie’s thoughts felt muddled, she couldn’t quite figured out why she was so horny all of the sudden. A strange scent was making it hard to think about anything but sex, and though Julie hadn’t really thought about having sex with a girl before, there was nothing more that she wanted more than to fuck the dark haired girl beside her. Julie whispered into Gwyn’s ear with a sultry voice “I want you so bad..”
It didn’t take much to get Gwyn going these days, and the sudden and lusty outburst from Julie had left her dripping wet. The pheromones of her juices had Julie hot with want as she inhaled Gwyn’s strange musky aroma. Julie pushed Gwyn back and straddled her, pulling off her white tanktop and exposing her perky breasts to the light. Gwyn’s nipples were almost painfully stiff from her arousal, and she let out a throaty moan as Julie slipped on into her mouth and pulled at the other. She released Gwyn’s nipples and pulled off her own shirt. “I love sucking on your tits Gwyn, there so hot..” Julie growled as she undressed. Gwyn’s turgid nipples ached for her touch as she watched Julie’s bra fall away, and her large breasts jiggled in place. There was no time to admire the temptingly juicy tits in front of her, as she resumed her sucking at Gwyn’s aching nipples. Julie sucked hard this time, drawing Gwyn’s stiff nipple in deeply. She writhed in Julie’s arms, and felt her wetness start to soak the steps in her sticky juices.
The thick musky air left Julie desperate for her, and she made the girl squirm in delight as she worshiped Gwyn’s perky tits. Gwyn could only imagine what that mouth would feel like somewhere else, that perfect tongue inside of her hot jenny cunt, those lovely lips puckered around her clit. Almost sensing Gwyn’s train of thoughts, she started to drift down her chest with the hungry look of a predator descending upon its prize. She neared the short black skirt and the ready pussy beneath it, and gave a teasing kiss right above the band. Gwyn whimpered, she didn’t think she could wait any longer.
Suddenly she tensed “W-wait!” she gasped “You c-can’t… I’m.. I’m not normal!” she tried to argue, but her needs left her weak and unable. She pressed a hand over Gwyn’s mouth “No more talk like that, you don’t have to be afraid of this.” she tried to console Gwyn as she lowered herself once more, unaware that Gwyn was halfheartedly trying to warn her. She moved her hand away and Gwyn bit her lip as Julie lifted the black skirt and got closer to Gwyn’s throbbing donkey sex. Julie stared at the dark wet lips of the other girl, feeling a moment of confusion. She knew that something wasn’t right, she wouldn’t just eat some random girl out after only knowing her for less than an hour. She couldn’t fuck that girl’s donkey pussy… could she? Gwyn feebly attempted to push her away, but Julie was lured in by the compelling scent, and she was not going to be stopped by Gwyn’s timid struggle. Her warm breath tickled at Gwyn’s slick folds, sending the pale girl’s entire body into a tingling quiver. She savored the alluring scent of Gwyn’s sex, it smelled even better now she thought to herself. Gwyn couldn’t help but get turned on by her new friends love of her aroma.
Julie wanted to make sure the girl came, and came hard, so she pushed Gwyn’s legs apart, and spread wide Gwyn’s thick dark jenny lips. Gripping Gwyn’s thighs, she slid her tongue as deep as it would go into the soft pink opening. Gwyn swore, arching her back against the hard steps as Julie’s tongue retreated from deep within her. Julie swallowed the girl’s thick clear nectar, the wonderful juice in her mouth felt dreamy, it was beyond anything she could have imagined, and she wished she could drink it from a fountain. Hesitating no longer, she began drinking from the girl’s jenny cunt with abandon, switching to lapping at Gwyn’s lips as if her ice cream cone was melting on a summer day. The broad strokes of her tongue sent searing waves of pleasure through Gwyn, and her gleaming hole dripped like a faucet. Gwyn bucked forward as Julie’s tongue flicked at her clit. A white hot lance of pleasure shot through her brain, Julie was sucking at her clit now, and Gwyn had never felt anything so mind breakingly perfect.
“O-oohhh … Julie.. Oh fuck yeah Julie! Please don’t stop, please don’t.. please don’t stop… Oh..ohhhh” She cried out as the girl lavished her womanhood with attention. Julie’s efforts continued, and without pausing she slipped two fingers into the sloppy donkey slut. Now with fingers pounding away at her tight deep hole, she gasped and moaned softly. Suddenly Julie shifted, stopping the heavenly sucking and leaving Gwyn in agony as she felt her rising tide of pleasure fade. Julie teased her, hands hovering just above Gwyn’s aching pussy. With a devious smile she drove 4 fingers into Gwyn’s waiting cunt with a hard thrust, and started to paint broad strokes over Gwyn’s clit with the flat of her tongue. Gwyn screamed out as the busty girl pounded her with hard and rhythmic motions. As great as the intense sucking had felt before, the quick stiff laps of her tongue, and furious beating of those fingers was intense, and she couldn’t hold back as she neared climax “YES! YES! OH… JULIE, DON’T STOP JULIE, DON’T-” She thrust in with all five fingers, and Gwyn came screaming her name. She melted into a puddle of warmth, Gwyn felt encased in a warm feeling of content satisfaction, and her half naked body trembled softly in the afterglow of sex. Julie leaned back catching her breath for a moment, girlcum dripped off her chin and she looked like a wonderful mess.
She licked her lips and caught as much of her lover’s juices as she could, before slapping Gwyn’s face lightly “Hey don’t pass out on me yet… it’s my turn now.” she smiled broadly. Unclasping her belt and shimmying out of her tight jeans, she turned her plump round ass toward Gwyn and arched her back. Gwyn watched as the girl’s firm round ass danced in front of her hypnotically, and she gave it a stiff slap of approval. Julie moaned and pulled down her pink and white striped panties, they clung to her, soaked with her own wetness. Gwyn watched eagerly as the girl removed the damp panties, twirling them on her finger before coyly tossing them in Gwyn’s direction. Now that she was completely naked, Julie switched places with Gwyn and sat high on the steps and spreading her legs wide. Gwyn was not surprised when she saw that Julie’s pussy lips had become darker. 'Not quite the same as mine’ She thought as she parted the thick moist folds. Julie had a musky aroma of her own now, but it was less tangy than hers, it had a almost… creaminess to it. Julie hadn’t noticed her changes yet, and as Gwyn licked at her changing pussy she laughed about how wet she was “Damn girl, I’m nearly as wet as you are. Never knew I liked eating out so much.” Gwyn choked a little and sat back, fighting a wave of guilt as she knew the girl was only going to get wetter. Julie smiled and reached down to seductively stroke herself. Her smile turned to a look of confusion as she felt her own large thick folds. Her pussy didn’t feel normal, its outer lips were larger, and it was wetter and more sensitive. She looked down and saw something that looked familiar.
“Your… Y-your contagious!?” She stuttered, staring at the guilty ridden girl. Gwyn looked horrified, knowing she had passed her curse onto the sexy stranger who had been so kind. Julie was unsure about how she felt, she knew she should be mad, she should be terrified or disgusted. All that was on her mind though was how much she had loved pleasuring the other girls slick donkey pussy, and how much her new pussy wanted to be touched.
Gwyn looked like she wanted to die “I tried to tell you! I-I tried to, but you just kept pushing… and I… I couldn’t say no to you.” She rambled, words pouring from her mouth as she tried to explain herself.
Julie sighed and put her finger to Gwyn’s lips. “Shhh, it’s… okay.. I just wasn’t expecting this…” Gwyn tried to speak again, but was interrupted one more “Well if I’m gonna have a wet needy pussy like yours, you best get down there and make me squirm.” Julie’s lust intensified every moment Gwyn wasn’t touching her, and she could barely contain herself as Gwyn got on her knees. Julie’s scent was thick and the strange creamy note was more noticeable than ever. She grabbed Julie’s leg and started to twirl her tongue about her slick hole, she had tasted her own juices, and savored her own scent, but she had dreamed of burying her face in another girls cunt for days. Gwyn licked and sucked her arching pussy, trying her best to give as good as she got. Julie roughly squeezed her breasts, kneading their soft flesh. They felt so wonderful, so soft and hot. Gwyn couldn’t get enough of the her thick warm juices, they tasted even better than her own and she felt like she was floating. It took her a moment to notice something was poking her.
A smooth firm object was poking at her face, actually, there were two of them, or was it four? She blinked for a moment, halting her rhythm as she tried to figure out what was in her face. Four pink bumps swelled out from a rounded area above Julie’s crotch. Julie was so absorbed in playing with her breasts she hadn’t noticed the girl stop, the growing pink mound below her stomach. Gwyn watched in awe as the shape sagged outwards, its weight made it droop slightly, and the bumps looked like nipples now. Gwyn felt a spray of warm liquid hit her face and she tasted something sweet. It was creamy and … milky? She looked up and saw Julie tugging at her nipples, they had grown to nearly two inches long and were far thicker. Thin white streams of liquid rained down from her long suckable nipples, showering Gwyn’s face and the ground softly as Julie moaned, blissfully lost to her euphoric milking.
Gwyn realized the heavy pink mass and the creamy white milk now covering her body could only mean one thing, Julie was turning into a bovine sex goddess for her to worship. Gwyn was surprised at first, she didn’t know that people could turn into things other than donkey’s, but maybe it was Julie’s kind, loving, motherly nature, or her new found love of breasts. Either way Gwyn couldn’t help but reach up and caress Julie’s growing udder. It was warm and smooth, and she pulled gently at one of the nipples. Julie gasped and Gwyn pulled on another nipple in response, now alternately tugging like she was milking a cow. The motions seemed to almost encourage the change, and Gwyn felt the nipples swell larger as Julie’s udder grew to the size of her head. Taking hold of one of the long fat nipples, she stuffed it into her mouth, sucking Julie’s mouth filling teats. Thick creamy milk started to let down slowly, then Gwyn was rewarded by a strong flow. Julie moaned loudly, the feeling of milking herself and being milked was the most satisfying pleasure she had ever experienced. She felt an itch near her temples, then a similar sensation at the base of her spine, but she didn’t stop rubbing her swelling breasts, they now were reaching a full F cup and she hoped they would grow even bigger.
Gwyn’s stomach felt full of the thick warm milk, she was getting sleepy and had to make sure that Julie came before she passed out. Lifting the udder up, Gwyn used her other hand to plunge as many fingers as she could into Julie’s milk covered cow pussy. “Ah Fuck! Fuck.. oh… oh Gwyn…” She was unprepared to suddenly be filled like that, but her deep warm pussy was so ready that Gwyn had no trouble getting a good motion going. Julie squirmed, it was so good she was unable to stop from bucking against her lover. She felt a thin rope whack at her leg, dreamily she reached out, pulling on her new tail, she looked at the foreign appendage for a moment, but as much as she wanted to check herself for changes, Gwyn’s expert thrusts into her tight walls broke her concentration. She gritted her teeth hard and pushed against Gwyn’s hand as she pounded her warm, juice dripping cow pussy. Gwyn felt Julie’s walls constrict, as a hot wave washed over the cowgirl. Torrents of milk squirted from her tits and gushed from her udder, as her muscles contracted, a powerful orgasm rushed through her. She rode Gwyn’s hand like a rocket, her cow cunt tight and throbbing against Gwyn’s fingers. Julie could barely hold herself upright, she had orgasmed before, but never like that, the felling had filled her entire body, and she never knew how good it would be milking herself. Gwyn sat on the ground, rubbing her milked filled stomach softly, she looked up at her dazed friend, taking in her full transformation for the first time.
Julie had two small nub like horns above her temples, concealable enough with the right hairstyle or a hat. Her breasts had grown three to four cup sizes, and her nipples must have doubled in length and width, perfect for milking those heavy tits filled with delicious milk. It might be hard to find a bra, and she would need to milk herself pretty often to keep from soaking her clothes. A thin tail swished back and forth in slow arcs, it’s tip ending in a fluffy poof of hair the same color as her head. It looked like it had a mind of its own, but she could hide it in her pants and Gwyn doubted it would be noticed. The last change was the most drastic, hanging from Julie’s pelvis was a large pink cow’s udder, with four teats slowly dripping milk. She would have to wear a dress to hide that, there was no way she could fit that in a pair of jeans, and it would take a long milking or some special equipment to keep it empty, if that was even possible. Gwyn had a suspicion that it would work like her pussy, and the more aroused Julie got the more she would fill with milk, never truly running out. Speaking of milk, Gwyn’s body was soaked in it, as well as other juices.
Julie’s eyes fluttered open, she had nearly drifted off into a contented sleep, but she felt a sharp pain as she leaned onto her tail awkwardly. Her tail, Only one of the changes her body had gone through. She pulled herself to her feet and took a shaky step, her balance was off from the weight hanging in front of her, and it took a few steps for her to get used to it. Luckily her shoulders felt slightly broader, not visually noticeable, but she felt like her back was strong enough to carry the added weight. She uttered a silent thanks for that, it would be challenging enough being a horny milk filled cowgirl, but the again, being immobilized by her milk was not an attractive thought to her. Not that she would mind being filled with so much creamy milk she thought, rubbing at her nipples.
“well… this.. is.. I mean… I can’t believe I’m a cow, a big milk filled cow!” she started to feel a little anxiety as she thought about how she would manage to get home looking like this. “How am I going to hide my giant udder Gwyn?! It’s huge!” she groaned as she absently pulled at one of her teats, spraying her foot with milk. “I-I can’t stop milking myself… G-Gwyn..” She stuttered, her hand shaking as she tried not to milk herself more.
“I’ll help you find some clothes or something to hide it.” Gwyn said, unsure of how she would accomplish that. “But you gotta resist Julie, you can’t give in and milk yourself or play with your pussy all the time.” Gwyn knew first hand how hard it was to control those urges, hell between her own arousal and the creamy aroma of Julie’s dripping cow pussy and milk, it was all she could do not to pounce on Julie and go for a second round.
Julie breathed out slowly, and tried to get a hold of herself. “Okay.. I think I can do it..” She tried to sound confident, but images of her being used as a public milk machine flooded her mind, random strangers suckling at her udder while others played with her huge tits.
“Okay, since you cant fit in those pants anymore” Gwyn glanced at Julie’s discarded jeans “I’m going to dry myself off and look for some way to hide you. Until then I think you’ll be safe here.”
Julie didn’t like the idea of being a naked cowgirl hiding behind an abandoned building with no way to protect herself, but on the same hand, the thought made her wet when she imagined people finding her. Trying to stifle the visions of people capturing her and using her as a breeding cow for their bulls, she gave Gwyn a quick nod “Okay, just be quick.. I don’t know how long I can control myself."
Multibreast + Udder TF
Ashley brushed her red locks from her face for the third time in irritation, she couldn’t see anything with all this hair in her way. The busty redhead pulled a hair tie from her pocket and fixed her unruly ginger curls into a loose ponytail ‘That’s better’
Ashley was digging through a large bin in a costume shop hidden away at the back of the mall. She had been invited to a costume party by a guy she had a crush on, and he didn’t know she had been hoping he would ask her out for months. She was determined to make sure this was the first of many dates, and new exactly what she needed for a costume to get him fantasizing about her as much as she did him.
She had walked into the college computer lab and saw him browsing drawings of cowgirls. Big floppy ears, horns, udders, the whole deal. Personally she had never really thought one way or another about furry’s, but she really liked the cowgirls with a second row of breasts, and rather than be ashamed of her new fetish, she embraced it.
Ashley didn’t know if she would be able to find what she needed hear, but the shop looked like it had all kinds of weird costumes, and though the man at the counter was too busy reading to help her, she was determined to find what she wanted.
When her hand rubbed across a large smooth rubbery surface, she gave a quick yank. Her face lit up as she pulled a floppy pink udder the size of a turkey dinner from the bin. It had four teats on its front that must have been six inches long, and a thick strap to keep it in place once it was on your hips. James was gonna have a tough time not getting hard in front of everyone if she showed up looking like a scantily clad cowgirl with a realistic udder and…
“Four breasts!” She shouted triumphantly, lifting a pair of fake breasts designed to sit below a normal pair. Steve the clerk looked up from his book with a sour expression, and Ashley gave a timid apology before running to the changing booth.
She quickly took off her loose grey sweats and large pink hoodie, having worn them specifically so she could “hide” her new costume under her clothes and get out of the store without the clerk realizing she was stealing herself a costume. Smiling at her genius plan, she pulled down her panties and unclasped her bra.
'Damn girl’ Ashely mused rubbing her hands over her perky D cups and down her flat stomach, stopping just above her smooth crotch. 'But wait til he see’s me with these bad boys!’ She fitted the fake second set of breasts over her shoulders and hooked the clasp in back. It looked as if it had been made for her, the breasts were almost the exact same size as hers, and the nipples had a nearly identical shape and color. She tried not to get distracted at how hot she looked now that she had four breasts 'I gotta get this udder on before I end up making a scene in her’ She thought, giving the extra breasts a playful jiggle and appreciating how real they felt.
Ashely turned around and reach down, grabbing the large pink udder, it was attached to a pair of see through panties made of a elastic material, and it easily stretched to fit her plump butt and legs. Once she had straightened it and got herself ready, she turned and saw herself in the large mirror. With the see through straps holding it in place the udder looked as if it were actually hers, and it combined with her four breasts left her looking like a sexy cowgirl sans horns, ear, or tail. She gave a experimental “mooo.” trying out making cow noises. She giggled at herself, she felt silly, but also sexy, and she knew that James was gonna find her irresistible.
Now came the tricky part of the plan, she grabbed her baggy clothes and quickly got dressed. The over sized hoodie kept the extra breasts hidden enough, it looked like she was a little chubby, but nothing identifiable. The Fake udder sat heavily in her sweats, and the bump capped with four smaller bumps was more noticeable than she had hoped. “Well… hopefully he won’t see it past the counter” She hoped, thankful the stores counter sat high off the ground.
She quietly opened the stall’s door and peeked across the room. Steve sat on his stool, still engrossed with his magazine. She decided that it was now or never and began to walk across the room looking as nonchalant as she could. She nearly panicked as she made her way past the bins, and came close to the counter, but Steve didn’t even look up.
“Thank you for shopping, come back soon.” He said in a monotone and rehearsed fashion not bothering to look up.
Ashley got out the front door with her heart pounding, it had been so easy to just walk out with her stolen goods she thought, hugging her new breasts. Now wasn’t the time to grope herself though, and she quickly made her way for the nearest exit, trying to avoid the curious stares of the occasional shopper as the somewhat lumpy ginger walked to the exit.
It took her only a few minuets to get out of the nearby doors and across the parkinglot to her car. Throwing the door open she plopped down roughly, unaccustomed to the weight on her chest and thighs. They felt pretty good though, the breasts weren’t too heavy at this size, and the udder must have gotten warm from her body heat, because it almost felt as if it was making her legs hot just from touching it.
She had an uneventful drive filled with pervy thoughts of being James’ sexual fantasy. Arriving home she got out of her car and pulled the tie from her hair, letting her ginger curls dangle about her face as she giddily made her way to her front door, her udder and breasts bouncing quite heavily as she did. “I gotta be careful with these, not quite used to all the extra weight.” she laughed, unlocking the door walking inside. She threw her keys onto the counter and went straight to the bathroom.
“Nothin’ like a quick shower after a fun trip to the mall.” She thought, pulling off her hoodie. “Oh shit, I gotta take these off!” Ashley groaned, not sure if they were water proof. She pulled down her sweats and reached behind her back to unclasp the special bra, but as she fumbled she couldn’t reach the hooks. “Damn bras, you’d think I was a dude with how hard this is to take off!” She gripped, switching to her udder to solve at least one of her problems.
That was not what happened, she looked and looked but didn’t see the hint of a seem, as if the thin see through plastic had melted away. She looked in the large mirror over the sink hoping to see a strap or a piece of fabric somewhere, but all she saw was four breasts and an udder, their skin seamlessly blended into her own flesh.
“You gotta be joking…” She said in disbelief, wincing as she pinched her second set of nipples and was rewarded with a sharp sting. “Owww fuck!” She cried, wishing this was a realistic dream. “This… I can’t… But… Why?!” She sputtered, her face red and flustered. Somehow she had managed to steal from a magical costume shop and get herself stuck with an extra set of tits and a big cow’s udder, of all the shops, all the costumes, she had to dress like some slutty cow.
She pulled on her large thick teats and furrowed her brow, feeling the soft warm flesh in her hands and a sensation that was really good, even better than when she played with her… four…nipples. She mimed milking herself for a moment, gently pulling her upper teats consecutively. “Wow.” She muttered with a heavy breath “I guess I can get used to this, they really do feel kinda great.” Ashley realized she might have to get used to it as she thought about how she could explain having stolen the objects to the store. All she needed was to be dragged away by some scruffy mall cops, having them poke and prod at her new udder.
Speaking of the mall, she was going to need to buy some loose skirts of dresses or something, cause those sweats didn’t quite cut it. Ashley gave her foursome of breasts a jiggles, watching as they knocked each other around heavily on her chest. “Guess I should take up sewing. I doubt they make bras in a double breasted 34 D.”
Remembering her reason for being in the bathroom, and no longer worried about weather her “costume” was waterproof she stepped into the shower and turned the heat up high. The hot water beat down on her back and the room filled with steam. She tried to unwind as she rubbed at her new body with soap. The extra curves were strange, and she didn’t know how easy they would be to hide, but at least they felt great to play with. She was busy fondling her bountiful chest when a panicked thought brought her out of the burning hot pleasure of her shower “James better not cancel…”
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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Beth had to admit, she kinda deserved this. She had always teased her best friend Jenna that she ate too much and was going to turn into a fat cow if she kept it up. So it was hardly a surprise that Jenna had decided to pull a prank on her and turn her into a chubby cowgirl for the weekend, and as much as Beth hated to admit it. She was enjoying it. She had always been jealous that her friend had curves that drew men’s attention, and got to eat whatever she wanted without gaining a lot of weight, just a cute amount that sat on her frame perfectly. Meanwhile Beth had always been rail thin, and obsessed with working out and keeping her figure, but it was so stressful to keep up that she couldn’t even enjoy it. But now. now that she had watched herself burst out of her clothes as she plumped up well past two hundred pounds and gained more bra sizes than she thought they made, she actually felt… relief?
Beth wasn’t sure about having a tail or her tits turning pink like udders, but she did make a cute cow. It felt strangely calming, just knowing that she was a cow, a cute chubby cow, and it was okay for her to have a big belly and huge tits for once. Jenna teased her hard all weekend about her being the fat one for a change, but she was going to be in for a surprise of her own when Beth told her she wanted to stay like this, that she liked being a cow…
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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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Moooving Day
Gail sat down the cardboard box and sighed, she was a bit tired of carrying things from the car into the new apartment, especially after what had happened moments prior. She had been dragging the heavy things out of the car, eager to finish unpacking, and she hadn’t noticed the person walking down the sidewalk behind her. If she had seen them she would have tried not to bump into them, but with her attention focused in on the heavy box in her hands she had quite firmly bumped into them. The box had been dropped, and she was pretty sure something broke, the person was knocked on to the sidewalk and groaned out a harsh curse or two before climbing to their feet and glaring at her. She had tried to explain that she was moving, and that it was a simple accident, but they muttered something along the lines of ‘moving? More like mooing you dumb cow.’ Gail may have exchanged a few choice words back at them, and the whole event had made her tiring day only that much more so.
Now that everything was inside she decided to take a long bath, not yet prepared to dig through all the stacked boxes. She moved into the bathroom from the front room and stripped out of her slightly dust covered clothes. She looked her naked body over in the mirror, her mid length red hair didn’t cover her small pert breasts. She didn’t bother to wish that they would grow larger, it had been years since she had gone up a cup sizes, and much like her boxy hips and modest ass, she wasn’t boasting any curves to speak of.
The water filled the tub slowly and she looked at herself in the mirror again. Her nose looked a bit red from all the dust, and she gently rubbed it. It didn’t feel stuffed up as much as sore and maybe a little swollen. The tub was nearly as filled as she needed and she stopped fretting over her tired countenance.
The hot water burned away some of her tension, and she began to relax for the first time that day. She was usually more of the shower type, but with the large clawfoot tub of her new apartment, she was happy to enjoy a nice relaxing bath. As Gail began to feel her muscles relax there started to grow an odd sensation. She felt like she was melting, like her entire body was soft and pliable. She had closed her eyes and sunk further into the water now, unaware of what was happening. Her body had started to swell, slowly at first, too slow to notice. She was blissfully unaware that her thighs were swelling larger, and that her breasts had grown beyond their usual trim size into a pair of reasonably cuppable tits. The water felt good, it was so hot it felt like she was just melting. Her body was growing larger as she relaxed, plumping as gained weight, but in rather fertile proportions. Her hips widened as her thighs grew, and it was not long before her ass was filling a far larger portion of the tub and her breasts began to weight heavily on her chest. She moved her hand to rub her nose and paused for a confused moment as she brushed past a rather oversized and sensitive nipple.
Gail adjusted her position, her lower back was stiff and the hot water while pleasant wasn’t making it any better, in fact, it felt like she was pinching something, and her eyes snapped open as she felt something shift under her. Her hand dip below the water and Gail grabbed a hold of something, it felt smooth on one part and.. was that hair? Suddenly confused and a fair bit concerned about what she was touching she went to stand up. Gail wasn’t prepared, her body was so heavy and tired. As she slowly stood up she began to notice how large she was. Gone was the slim curve-less girl from earlier, replaced with a voluptuously thick body. Her thighs and ass were immense, and her oversized breasts far too big for her to wrap her head around. She rubbed her hands over the soft hot flesh, wet from her bath and more pleasant to the touch than she had expected. She had to stifle a moan, and it wasn’t until that wet hairy shape slapped against her leg that she remembered why she had stood in the first place. She looked down and saw a tail. Even in it’s drenched state it was unmistakable as anything other than a tail, which appeared to be attached to her. She could even move it with a flick of a muscles she was pretty sure she didn’t have. She didn’t know if it was the heat or the shock, but she felt dizzy, and she moved a hand up to her head while she reached out to the wall for support. Her hand felt her oversized ears, and as she moved it up further she felt the hick horn that had caused her sudden dizziness as the bone pushed out into a distinctly bovine shape.
Gail got out of the tub and dried off in stunned silence, her mind wasn’t the only thing incapable of wrapping itself around her sudden curves, her towel didn’t manage to nearly cover her huge ass. Gail stood in front of the mirror, posing, looking at her big floppy ears, square pink nose, horns, and tail. Even without the curves, her changes were drastically enough that she doubted her wakefulness on more than one occasion, but the feeling of her swaying tail, of her huge breasts, it was all surreal, but she was pretty sure this was actually happening…
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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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