#quadruped

Amy sighed and sat down “Look, you don’t wanna mess with that, It’s abit trickier of magic than we are ready to deal with..”

She shot Amy a skeptical look “Yeah?”

“Alright, it’s a wand that grants fantasies. It starts with giving you something you want, and then slowly changes it until it’s not really what you wanted.”

“Can’t you just magic whatever it does away again?” April asked skeptically

“I-I… It makes it hard..” Amy shifted her legs awkwardly and grabbed a pillow concealing a growing bulge in her pants before her friend noticed “It makes it so you don’t want to change back even though you know you should.”

“Uh huh.. Well maybe you just didn’t want to change back?” she playful taunted Amy.

Amy looked annoyed and flustered “Fine April, don’t believe me. Play with it all weekend if you want.”

“Jeez, calm down Amy, I’m just joking, no need to get in a huff…”

Amy couldn’t stay mad at April long, and soon they were back to joking and having a good time. Eventually it was time for Amy to leave and she gave April a kiss and grabbed her bags.

“I know you won’t believe me, so I’m just gonna say good luck. Hopefully you don’t have any super weird fetishes…” Amy chuckled nervously as she hugged April goodbye.

“Your such a worry wart Ames, I’m not gonna play with it… much.”

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Amy smiled at April and walked out the door as April closed it. “That girl doesn’t know what shes in for…” She thought to herself, knowing that the wands magic prevented her from stopping April from using it.

It had been a little over an hour since her girlfriend had left, and April was already bored. Bored and curious, curious about the antique wand. It wasn’t the first legit magic trinket the Amy had brought home from work, but it sounded a bit more serious than the others, a bit more… fun. April sat on the couch staring at the wand as it sat on the counter looking innocent and mundane. She scoffed to herself “Amy is just screwing with me, it’s probably not even real.”

April got up and walked over to the wand, grabbing it and giving it a flourish and flick like wizards do in the movies. There was a flash of light and she felt like the wind had been knocked out of her as she stumbled back onto the couch. The magical energies enveloped her and she felt as if the magic was in her head… searching for.. something. Suddenly she started to think about all manner of fetishes and fantasies she had ever imagined, every dirty little idea that had ever crossed her mind. Eventually her thoughts stopped racing and she was left thinking about her tits. Thinking about how great it would be if they started to grow.

She was a little nervous now, the wand was real, and she could already feel her breasts start to get hotter. They were so warm, so hot and soft, so… so big! She could feel them begin to strain the fabric of her shirt, and as much as she knew she should take it off, the thought of her tits growing until the burst out of it was too enticing. With every breath they felt heavier and larger, the shirt tightened painfully and she was starting to have difficulty breathing from the compression. She watched eagerly as her shirt began to falter, the fabric giving up in its fight to contain her tits, and eventually ripping down the front and providing much needed relief.

She breathed deeply, her huge breasts heaving with her chest. They were huge, larger than any breasts she had ever seen in person, and rivaling many she had seen only in artwork. This was.. this was awesome, she had actually got to experience breast expansion, a fantasy she had had for a long time… long… For some reason the word long felt important. Something was supposed to be long wasn’t it? She cupped her breasts as she tried to think of what was so important. What was supposed to be long? She kneaded her tits, smooshing them into each other and tugging on one of her nipples. Her nipples!? They hadn’t grown at all. Her breasts were huge now, but she still had her normal sized nipples.

The more she thought about them, the more she realized she wanted them to grow too. It wasn’t long before the magical feeling of her tits swelling returned, but this time it was centered in her nipples. She could barely contain herself as they too started to swelling, crowing from the size of pencil erasers to the size of cherries, then to the size of her thumb, then larger still. Her nipples grew thicker and longer without stop, quickly passing what would be considered normal and entering the realm of fetish porn she had seen online.

Within just a few minuets she had gone from an ordinary C cup to breasts that she couldn’t even guess the size of, complete with teat like nipples. Teats… Teats like those on a cow…

She panicked as thoughts of her breasts filling with milk started to enter her head. The magic didn’t wait to convince her this time and she immediately felt her breasts swell with milk. Creamy white droplets started to drip from her large nipples as the pressure in her breasts became intense. They were so hot and full, she could almost here the milk sloshing around. She had to do something, she had to.. to milk herself. She ran to the bathroom and knelled over the tub, squeezing her tits together and pulling on her teats. Streams of milk sprayed out from them, and she had to bite her lip to not scream out in joy at the feeling of milking herself. Why did it feel so good!? She wasn’t some cow meant for milking…

April started to fixate on the idea of begin a cow and she barely managed to start toward the kitchen before more changes started. A tail quickly poke out above the band of her shorts, and she nearly slipped in a puddle of her own milk as her feet changed into clumsy hooves. Her nails became dark, then grew larger and larger until they started to take over her foot, merging together into a black mass then a fully formed hoof. Her lower legs changed shape slightly to accommodate her new hooves and she lumbered toward the wand she had left on the counter. At least she still had hands, maybe she could use the wand to stop this.

Why did she want to stop it though, and why did she want to have hands anymore?

The wand clattered to the ground, rolling away from her until it hit the wall. April blinked in confusion and walked over to pick it up, her steps heavy and unsure as her newly formed hooves clacked loudly on the wood. As she leaned down to pick it up she found that her hand refused to move. Her fingers were still, and rapidly become darker as they joined together into another set of hooves. She desperately tried to pick up the wand, but her clumsy hoof hands just knocked it away again. Feeling quite defeated she sank to the ground and crossed her arms under her heavy milk filled breasts, breasts she could no longer bring relief to. Fat droplets of milk dripped from her thick teat like nipples once more, and she let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a moo. The pressure was so intense, it was terrible and wonderful at the same time, and unless she figured out some way to milk herself without hands she was going to get to “enjoy” it all weekend.

At least the magic seems to have stopped she though as she looked at the clock and sighed, it was only 8pm Friday evening, her friend wouldn’t be back until Monday morning. There was no way she could last 60 hours without milking herself, if only her friend was here. If Amy was still here she could give her her hands back, or better yet, she could milk her. She imagined herself on four hooves, getting milked by Amy like a farm animal. No… she wanted to turn back, not to stay like this, certainly not to be stuck with hooves for hands. Stuck, stuck on all fours like an animal. She tried to banish the strange fantasies from her head as she got up, but something was wrong. She hadn’t stood up at all, she was actually walking around on all four hooves, and it felt natural. Her arms seemed a little longer than they used to, somewhere in between arms and legs. This was too much, she had to stand up and stop thinking about being stuck on the ground like this. Her tail flicked to the side angrily as she tried to force herself to a standing position. Her legs wobbled and she fell forward onto her hooves heavily, there was no way for her to stand now, the magic had been effected by her perverted fantasy once again.

April slowly walked to the livingroom, her four hooves loudly clopping as she stepped, and her heavy breasts hanging from her chest leaving a trail of milk droplets. It took her a few minuets to figure out how to turn the TV on by using the remote with her mouth, and it was a bit awkward to climb into the couch. Eventually she was sitting comfortably watching reruns of a show she liked, trying to ignore how full of milk her breasts had become. By now the magic had fully dissipated, and gone with it were the thoughts of turning back to normal, of getting rid of her hooves, or her tail, or turning her breasts back to normal. Now she just wanted Amy to get home, to comfort her. She just need her girlfriend to… to milk her, that would feel amazing.

She yawned deeply, her body felt so heavy and tired after all of its changes, and she started to doze off. As she felt asleep she thought to herself, this isn’t so bad, as long as Amy milked her regularly she might actually enjoy being her pet cowgirl.

His name is Bigs.

Reference for my first adoptable I picked up from a buddy of mine! I’ve never been enticed to buy any adoptables before this guy; I really love him!