#milk expansion
“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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I don’t upload a ton of drawn art on here because my stuffs not that great, but I think this one came out alright
A girl fighting breast expanding aliens with a energy beam gun. Pew pew pew!
Well you can’t win every fight, better retreat until you can get a hand with those…
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Felt like doodling something last night before bed, and the blobby shapes eventually started to look like some art. So I actually cleaned it up and colored it and line it, and decided it’s actually better than my things I planned out ahead of time.
Haven’t thought up a name for her, or a plot beyond that she is part of a team that fights aliens intent on turning everyone into hucows to be milked for reasons.
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“They are like, so full of milk you know?” she giggles, squeezing them together and shaking them enticingly, you can swear you heard a slight sloshing sound. “I have to milk my girl udders a couple of times a day, it feels so good I just can help it and I… MOooooooOOOoo!” She lets out a loud moo and accidentally whacks you with her large bleaches blonde furred tail. “Gosh I didn’t mean to hit you, your like, okay right?” She looks at you with a pleading look.
“Oh you wanna know how I got to be such a sexy big tittied cowgirl?” She looks embarrassed and giggles again. “I tried this new brand of milk in my cheerios, from TF-Farms. They all had these silly names like Black Bull, and Big Brown, but I tried the Busty Blonde. Now I don’t got to buy any more milk cause I get it right from my big titties. If fact…” She leans in close and looks at you with a smile “I made that cup of coffee your drinkin’ with some of my own cream…”
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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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Jessica looked over her clipboard one last time, checking to make sure she had filled out all the check boxes and overly personal info she needed. Hell, they even asked to to take an IQ test earlier, which she was quite pleased to have scored in the high 120’s on. It was going to be worth it though, she had wanted to get a job here for years and now that she had her degree they were bound to hire her. She adjusted her outfit and fixed her long brunette hair as she waited. Eventually a receptionist came around and collected the clipboard and told her to proceed into the other room without even looking at it.
Jessica took a deep breath, feeling her C cup breasts softly heave beneath the tight fabric as she pushed open the door and left the reception area behind. The room was… dark, and she could barely see as the door shut behind her. A single light illuminated a chair in the center of the room and a intercom crackled to life from the other side of the dark space.
-Please sit in the chair miss-
“Hello? Is this the right room, I-”
-Sit in the chair please.- The voice was a bit monotone and she sighed as she made her way through the poorly lit room and sat down.
The chair was cold, and it was even harder to see under the bright light above her, but she tried to keep composure, unsure of what to expect. Maybe this was another test, maybe they were watching her or something, she had heard of some crazy things companies would do to make sure they hired only the best, but this was starting to feel a bit weird. Her thoughts were interrupted by the speaker crackling again.
-Jessica? That is your name right?-
“U-uh yes, my name is Jessica.” The brunette sat up a little straighter and tried to look professional.
-We have a question for you.- The voice paused for a moment and then continued. -Do you really want to work here?-
“Of course I do, I mean why would I-”
-Really though.. looking at your questionnaire and test results, do you really want to work here? You certainly are qualified… but… you answered question 11 saying that you do not enjoy high stress situations. You answered question 26 that you would prefer to live in the country. Maybe a job in the city like this isn’t really for you?-
“N-no, I… I want to work here, really I do.”
The voice didn’t speak for a few minutes and then finally broke the silence. -What if we had a way that you could still work for us, but live outside of town on a ranch owned by one of our subsidiaries? We are in need of more volunteers for our project M.-
Project M? She didn’t really want to go join some experiment or something, but if this was what she needed to get a foot in the door, so be it.
“That sound perfect.”
-Very good Jessica.- Suddenly the lights in the room flicked on and Jessica was nearly blinded by how bright everything was. The chair suddenly recline and straps quickly tied her down, leaving the browned haired girl in a state of panic.
“W-what the hell is going on here!?”
-Do not worry Jessica, you are going to hell us with Project M, you want to help us right?-
She tried to calm down, she knew this was wrong but… she reluctantly agreed with the voice.
“Y-yes.” She gave a timid reply. A man in a hermetically sealed suit white suit entered through the back door carrying a silver canister. He approached a nearby table and sat it down, his back to the poor girl.
“H-hi there, I’m Jessi-”
“Subject 589”
“W-what?”
“Your case number is 589, so your name is subject 589, at least for the purpose of project M. I’m sorry for the secrecy and all of this, but we are in a very crucial time for the company right now. We can’t afford to have any information be leaked to the press or our competitors, so these steps are needed. In time I’m sure you will see this as a welcome change, I imagine you will feel quite liberated from all of your worries.” He pulled a syringe from the canister and walked over to her, she could see her own horrified expression in his reflective faceplate as her swiftly inject the white fluid into her arm.
“W-what the hell is this, I-I want to work h-her, not be a… an experiment!?”
“Calm down or we will have to give you a sedative. If you are lucky the procedure will work as intended and be temporary, if you do not cooperate we can ensure a more permanent state of compliance.”
She was unable to understand what he was saying, what was happening, she thrashed beneath her bounds and tried to tip the chair over if possible.
The man sighed from within his suit. “I had hoped a woman of your intellect would be more open to the pursuit of science, but you are just as unreasonable as the others.” He turned back to the table and pulled a second syringe from the canister. “I had hoped to avoid this, the others have been unable to provide any information of importance since they were pacified, but you seem quite intent on escape so this is yet another precaution we must take.”
The second syringe was a clear pink color unlike the thick white one, and the moment it entered her veins she felt as if her head was on fire. Every cell in her brain felt like it was working at 150%, working so hard it couldn’t possibly keep up with the strain. Gradually, moment by moment it felt like lights were being shut off, like the burning fire in her mind was slowly being put out.
“There, now you should be a little easier to handle. I do apologize for this, but it is your own fault you see.” He shook his head and left the room, leaving her still tied to the chair staring up at the bright lights.
Her brain hurt, a fuzzy headache that made it difficult to think straight. She wished she was at home right now… or anywhere else but this damn lab. Like, why did they even need such bright lights anyhow. She struggled to move again but she felt weak. This was stupid, those jerks couldn’t do this to her. She tried to see the door but couldn’t turn her head far enough. It was extra hard and stuff because her hair was so long and thick. She tried to get the thick brunette mane out of her eyes. She didn’t even remember it being this long… but it was very pretty, girls looked hotter with long hair anyhow. She sighed and lay still for a moment until a pressure in her head returned harder than before.
“F-fuck, ow ow ow, that hurts! Like, what the hell is going on!?” She yelled at nobody in particular as the sudden headache made her head swim. She closed her eyes and tried to ride it out, imagining that she was somewhere nicer like… like shopping at the mall, or.. or at home with her sexy lover. The pressure stopped and she opened her eyes, if she had been looking in a mirror she would have noticed they seemed a dull brown now. She also would have seen the two small bone like nubs above her temples.
she arched her back suddenly and it cracked and popped like she was visiting the chiro.. the choraproctor, the… back… back doctor. Pop, pop, crack, ech bone and muscles seemed to be uncomfortable where they were and from her neck to the tip of her tail bone, which incidentally felt like it was burning. She squirmed in her chair as she tried to get comfortable, but nothing she did made the seat feel right anymore. It felt like she was siting on something long and hard, and like sitting just didn’t feel right at all. Suddenly the ties holding her down released and she fell from the chair to the ground, landing painfully on her knees and hands. She groaned and tried to stand up, to get out of this horrible place, but… her arms and legs were wrong. She fell forward onto her hands and tried to stand again, but she couldn’t seem to get upright. Every time she got close there was just too much strain on her back and she fell to her hands and feet again. What made it worse was that it felt… better on her hands and feet, like walking on all fours would be more comfortable anyhow.
A long shape dangled just above her ass cheeks, swaying as she walked about the room on all fours. It was capped with a tuft of dirty blonde hair that matched the lightening shade on her head and looked better suited to be on the backside of an animal. She was too distracted by other sensations to notice her newly grown tail though. Her breasts had started to feel heavy, and she didn’t know if it was the angle or if she was imagining it, but she could swear her titties were bigger. “Are my boobs growing? Did they make me grow big boobies or something? Like what the hell kind of doctors are they, why would they want to… to make my..” She lifted a hand and cupped one of her breasts, unable to resist touching it. It felt… good, like really good, she could feel it actually swelling in her hand. It felt like the more she touched it the bigger her breasts were getting, and the heavier and tighter they felt. She wished there was a way to relive the pressure building in them, they were already easily F cups, maybe even in the G or H range now, and she just wanted to stop the feeling they were being filled with something. Her hand felt… wet.
She looked down at her hand and was surprised to find it coated in a thin creamy layer of what looked and smelled like… milk? She looked at her breasts and watched as droplets of alabaster fell from her long nipples to the cold floor below. She was, full of milk? Like, was she preggers or something? She was confused for a moment as she tugged at a nipples and was rewarded by a thin jet of white spraying out. That felt good, like, really good. She tugged at her teats again, only stopping to brush the blonde locks of thick hair from her eyes, she didn’t want to miss a moment of this. She sat on her knees and milked her growing breasts. As fast as she pulled at her three inch teats more milk seemed to replace whatever she expelled. She was caught in a loop of pleasure, unable to stop or the pressure would build again. She didn’t last long though, a similar pressure began to build just above her crotch, and while she ignored it at first the sight of something pink caught her interest.
She watched it in awe, her skin was softly growing into a round shape that softly sagged, it was a fleshy pink color that looked cute with her light blond hair, but it didn’t look like something that belong on a girl. It… it looked like a cow, a cow’s udder. She felt it gently and confirmed four stiff nubs of flesh, the start of teats. It really was an udder, she… she had an udder!?
On one level she felt like this was something to be concerned about, but most of her thoughts centered on milking it as soon as possible. If milking those huge milk filled soccer balls hanging from her chest had been fun, milking an udder must be like, ten times as fun. She started to rub it softly and was happy to see it begin to grown even faster. She started to groan from the pleasure of it’s growth.
“This is like.. Mmmmm so good.” She brushed her platinum blonde hair behind her long fuzzy ears and moaned deeper as the pressure of milk filling her udder became more apparent. “Mmmmm.. Mmm. Mmmmoo… MooOoOOo!” She bellowed out a bovine cry of pleasure and her eyes rolled back a little as she came from the feeling of her udder filling with milk. For a moment she was a little out of it, a drippy haze of pleasure that made her problems seem like distant things. Eventually her eyes refocused and she was thrilled to see a udder so large it’s teats would nearly touch the ground. She reached down to give her new set of teat a love tug and was disappointed to be just pawing at it. She could seem to open her hand. She looked down, where was her hand anyway, that looked like a hoof. She tried to open her hand again, but.. it really was a hoof. She struggled for a moment and got onto her.. hooves. Her legs seemed to bend a little oddly now, her arms too, while her torso maintained a rather human shape and curved, her arms and legs were beginning to grow fur and were shaped liked those of a dairy cow.
She really did look like a diary cow now that she thought of it, she could feel that her ears were different, it seemed like she had grown a tail, the udder and the hooves. What were those science guys trying to do to her, make her into a human milk machine? That actually sounded kind of hot. She sighed, unable to figure out how to get relief for pussy that was still soaked from earlier and feeling even hotter and needier than before, and there was no way to milk herself now either.
“Like, can someone come in here and help me or something? My udder is SoooOOOooO full.” She tried to get the doctor’s attention.
Behind a one way wall a two men and a woman were looking over some charts and a monitor. “Hmm, this certainly is progress.”
“yes, she did far better than the others.”
“I’m honestly surprised, i didn’t think the changes would affect much, but the serum seems to be nearly stable now, a little work and we can get it to achieved the desired results without the loss of mobility.”
“It is a shame that she didn’t cooperate though, her work in college had been top notch.”
“Yes, she would have been such a valuable contribution to project M, being able to account for all the changes in a scientific manner, but alas, we are going to have to move her to the barns with the other cows.”
“I’m sure she will be happy enough there, just look at her, I’ve never seen someone enjoy getting milked so much. She is much more attractive as a blond now anyhow.”
The woman scowled at him. “She looks like a damn cow you pervert. I mean, I can get it if you like that big tittied blonde look after we lowered her IQ that much, but really, an udder?”
He didn’t look phased. “Hey, I don’t judge you for what happened when we tried out the equine formula on those male subjects.”
“We agreed never to talk about that again… but point taken. I guess subject 589 is rather attractive in her own way… for a cow.”
