“Milk at 5 in the afternoon, seriously? What are you, ten?” you look up from your daily reels session only to tease your roommate, Aaron, who just settled beside you on the couch, TV remote and a freshly served cup of milk in his hands.
“Shut up, you know I like to drink sweet things, and we are fresh out of soda,” he smirks back, swirling the creamy liquid before he takes a sip while he turns on the TV.
“Just drink water like everybody else, weirdo,” you respond, returning to your scrolling with a chuckle.
[This is an urgent public safety announcement]
Until the voice coming from the TV makes it impossible to do so. “Dude, turn up the volume on that thing,” Aaron does it without a question, himself intrigued by the man reading a report on the screen.
[Citizens are urged to avoid consumption of YaYa milk and other dairy products. Multiple strains of the Hucow Flu have been confirmed to be present within the products. If you or any acquaintances are exhibiting or suspect infection, please stay indoors and call 1-x88-223x-454x, so local health specialists can be dispatched to your location.] The announcement ends, switching your TV screen back to Netflix’s profile selector, leaving you stunned with the news of a disease you’ve never heard of before.
“Hey Will? Isn’t that brand…” Aaron doesn’t finish his sentence, hyperventilating with his eyes locked on the pearly liquid sloshing around his cup.
You’ve realized the same thing he has; YaYa is the same brand that you always purchase, and Aaron, being a bit of a hypochondriac, is reacting just as you would expect. “I’m sure it’s fine, dude. Just put the cup down. I doubt every single batch is contaminated. Now relax while I look up the symptoms because I’ve never heard of some Hucow Flu.”
“I feel hot…” Aaron’s whines interrupt your googling, ripping your eyes off the search results and onto your roommate to see him writhe on the cushions in clear discomfort.
“What’s wrong?...” you manage to ask before your eyes settle on a curious sight, across his chest are two damp spots, fresh and spreading over the fabric of his shirt. “Hey Aaro-”
“Aaagh~”
A loud moan interrupts you as Aaron’s body bends back against the couch. With his back arched and shaking over the cushions, you can easily notice how the spots keep rising on his chest, lifting his shirt over his midriff as the top is pushed further away, rounding out a silhouette over his chest that looks exactly like “Tits! Dude, you are growing a pair of tits!” You point at the obvious change in his anatomy, making him squirm even harder as the mounds keep on changing the shape of his shirt.
“Too much~” he grunts through their steady rise, shirt strained skin-tight over the voluptuous globes adorning his chest and growing increasingly wet, the previously damp spots now covering more than half of his breasts in a sticky substance that’s making the wet fabric cling to his skin. “Mooaah~” he moans, body convulsing with clear pleasure spread across his changing features; eyes turning small and round as his nose narrows down, more fitting for his rounder cheeks. The same lips that are moaning non-stop plump up until they are puckered and ready to kiss, parting only to loll his tongue suggestively over his bottom lip. “Mmmmph~” His smaller hands move over his body, one cupping his large breasts while the other drifts under his jeans. “Ooommf~” Grasping at his member, stroking the barely visible bulge along his dainty fingers. “Wiiilll~” he cries, voice pleading for help with palpable need. Milk drips down his leaner stomach, pooling around his navel with each squeeze of those heavy udders, fingers gone from stroking the now absent cock to pumping into freshly moist folds between her knees.
“I’ll go fetch you some… water.” You swiftly jump off the couch, unsure of what one is supposed to do with a very feminine roommate masturbating on your now milk-stained cushions, so vocally using your name as she chases her pleasure.
You return only when the moaning stops, gripping an ice-filled glass for your, well, whatever the hell, Aaron is now. Only to stop at the sight lounging on the couch. The bombshell that used to be Aaron sits perfectly relaxed for someone that just changed genders, the short hair she sported when you left now cascades in platinum blond trails down her back, but most intriguing is the clothes she has on, her drenched shirt and jeans swapped out in favor of a cow print bikini that struggles desperately to hold her curves within its modesty.
“Tank oouu~” she coos, reaching for the water in your hand, the angle giving you an incredible view down her top and into the jiggly expanse of her cleavage. “Eyes up here~” Aaron giggles, not at all bothered by your staring.
“Aaron, where did you get those clothes?”
Your question takes her aback for a moment, finger joining her lips in a pout that would seem cute if her body wasn’t irradiating so much femininity. “I think they just, like, appeared. But they are totally cute, right!~” The bubbly cowgirl giggles into a happy bounce, presenting said totally ‘cute’ top, her heavy, inviting breasts jiggling stupendously with the motion.
“Listen, Aaron, we need to get you to a health cen- oomf!”
She pounces before you can finish uttering those words, her warm vanilla-scented skin flushed hot against your own. “Willyyy~ Why do you smell sooo goood~” she purrs, grinding her heated core against your thigh, prominent bust flattened on your chest, wetting your shirt as milk leaks from her bikini top.
“A-Aaron, we need to go to a ho- mmph~”
Your sentence goes unfinished again when a jolt of pleasure shoots through your nerves the moment her hand slips into your pants. Cradling the head of your stiff cock with her impossibly soft fingers. “This bull is sooo biiig~ Can he put this in meee~” she sighs with uncontained excitement, rubbing your glans in maddening circles that have begun to stain the front of your briefs with sticky pre-cum.
“Okay, okay, but we do it in your room, alright?” you offer, desperate to get unpinned from her delightfully squishy body.
“Okay!~”
Thankfully, it works, and the busty bimbo hops off you with a bright smile on her face, no doubt delighted that you’ll cooperate, her hands already pulling insistently on your sleeve. “Come ooon~” she giggles, dragging you towards Aaron’s bedroom, hot and ready to breed. “So what do you want to do first?~” Her hand roams appreciatively around your chest as the doorway comes into view, “I can suck on your thingy or I- hey!!” only to stumble when you push her through, putting your whole weight against the door frame to stop her angry pounds from opening it back up. “Don’t leave me here! Meany!”
‘Come on’
You waste no time in dialing the emergency line you saw on TV. “Thank you for calling the Disease Control and Prevention center. How may I assist you?” a female operator answers from the other end.
“Hello! I have a friend here who drank some contaminated milk, and now she’s some sort of cowgirl! I don’t know what to do!” you explain without missing a breath, relaxing your posture as the force trying to open the door ceases its assault on the wood behind you.
“I understand, sir. A team has been dispatched to your phone’s location. Please stand by and refrain from interacting with the infected’s bodily fluids in any capacity to avoid infection”. The call cuts off with that warning, allowing some calm back into your mind now that help is on its way.
“Mmm~”
A series of needy whimpers interrupt your moment of respite, growing in intensity by the moment. “Aaron?” No answer, you really shouldn’t step in, the biohazard team should be here any minute now.
“Mmmph~”
But the sounds behind the wood prove too much to resist. You open the door against your better judgment. “Aaron, everything alright?” There, sprawled with her head resting on the bed’s edge, is your bovinefied roommate, her hips raised high and now spread far from her silhouette.
“Bull~” she turns her head with a breathy whisper, shaking her hips to showcase the impossibly thick ass that has blossomed on the curve of her new hips. Each gelatinous globe now obscenely big and jiggly, the visible parts of her bottom’s string threatening to snap off, not that she’d end up any more bare with how much of it has been lost between her butt cheeks.
“Just relax, Aaron, help is on their wa- mmph!”
Your failure to learn from previous mistakes leads to her full weight settling over you once again. Pillowy, red lips pressed into your own as her tongue explores every inch of your mouth with hungry, insistent strokes. “I only need you~” She separates from the kiss, looking into your eyes with a vacant, hungry stare, pressing a stubby set of horns into your temples as her forehead meets your own, blonde hair white and veiling around your view as her infection responds to her hunger.
“Aa- mmgh~”
She doesn’t care for your attempted protest, holding you with a surprising amount of strength as she leads a trail of kisses to the edge of your bottoms. “Ooh~” Gasping when your freed member slaps into her cheek, she wastes not a moment. “Mmmphf~” Humming with enjoyment, plush lips wrapped around your tip.
“Hey- fuck~” your hips buckle in reluctant approval, pushing most of your length into the welcoming warmth of her throat.
“Ooh~ shlurp~ Mmm~” She doesn’t appear to mind, working your length deeper with an impressive amount of expertise. “Sho thisck~” she moans in delight, her tongue lapping with loving reverence around every inch of your dick. Slurping sounds mix with guttural noises as she hollows her cheeks with each reverent stroke. “I’m close~” you cry out, balls tightening under the ministrations of your devoted heifer, which only seems to excite her further.
“Mmmphh~”
Throating you deeper with content purrs until you can hold no longer. “Fuck!~” And you cum, holding her by the horns as thick ropes ooze down her throat.
“Aaah.” She pulls back with a wet pop, your seed glistening between her lips, before she tilts her head back to swallow what remains of your load. “Mine~” Nestling against your thighs like a content kitten.
You reach to caress her head, battling against the logical voice screaming that this used to be your roommate. Only to stop when your eyes catch something on your shirt. “No.” You dash out of the room, leaving behind the cowgirl as you bolt down the apartment to find the bathroom mirror. “Not me too.” Staring back through the glass are two damp spots, right around your nipples. “No, no.” Your hands claw at the shirt, stumbling over themselves in an attempt to rid yourself of the garment. “Fuuuh.” Two swollen mounds greet you under the fabric, easily handfuls and tipped with achingly stiff nipples that beg to be squeezed. “Haah~” Your breath catches as tiny beads drip from their peaks, a mounting pressure pushing the flesh further outward from your skin. “This can’t- oooh~” They surge another size, sagging round and heavy on your chest, filled with something you instinctively know how to release. “Mmmff~” Your head lolls back the moment your fingers make contact around your teats, squeezing as gently as your growing arousal will let you. Thin streams of milk immediately shoot out from your tits, covering the surface of the mirror in a thin veil of semi-translucent liquid.
“Moooore~” you wail, bruising the skin under your fingers as you succumb to bliss, though the flow just ceases, refusing to budge under your digits. The pressure becomes unbearable until they finally surge by another size to only momentary relief, “Nommff~” You land on your cow print-covered ass with a needy whimper, not even realizing the garment has come to cover your curvy bottom, too preoccupied trying to relieve your aching tits before they get bigger. “Oooh~” Expertly failing as the hefty globes expand further once more, filled to the brim like water balloons that slap into the wet skin of your ribs with a loud smack. “Don’t want to be biiig~” you protest, leaning on your open palms to find a position that will soothe the weight on your shoulders as they struggle to lift your heavy tits. It does little to help; your mammary glands refuse to back down and keep swelling to accommodate the milk a heifer like you will need. “Mooo~” you sound like an animal in heat, rubbing your wet cunt into the floorboards to try and get rid of the heat built up by the growth of your massive sloshing tits. “Mooo~” Jiggling them out of the poorly fitting bikini top that has attempted to grow to cover your bountiful bosom.
“Targets identified, two females, ready for extract.”
You look up, pupils blown wide as the scent of the man before you leaks through his hazmat suit, assaulting your mind with the single purpose you didn’t know you lived for until now. You don’t know how or when he got in the building, you don’t care, too busy thinking of how to get him to bend you over. “Bull?” you plead with a single word, shaking your body so that maybe your massive melons will entice him enough to breed with you.
“Yes, dear. I’m taking you to meet many ‘Bulls’, now come with me.”
That’s all it takes to get you to comply, blissfully happy as the man escorts you out of the building and onto a van, although you still attempt to sneak in a grope or two, it’d be a waste not to.
“Mooo~” you coo in the sweetest tone your lustful mind can muster, rubbing the virile cock of the fourth bull the hazmat guy and his scientist friends have brought you this week. They are so nice, bringing over as many studs as you want and even giving you your own room to live in. “Puuah~” You spit into your cleavage, rubbing the excited man with your moistened tits to ease him in.
“Good girl~”
Your heart flutters at the man’s praise, peering at him through your lashes with a doting smile on your lips as your tits come around to fully cover his dick. “Mooo~” Moaning happily with his heat nestled into your cleavage, already throbbing by the time you actually begin to squeeze him, precum budding in his slit with each stroke of your tits. Soon, he’ll shoot his load into your womb, earning you more praise from the nice scientist when your udders begin to leak even more milk for them to sell from their precious cow.
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