Fitting that I'm turned into a cow. And thank you everyone for the support. I know I haven't had a very good year for posting things so far but it means a lot that you guys like to read my silly little erotic captions. <3
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“Ugh…” I plopped down in my desk chair which sent my large breasts bouncing. The work week was finally over and I could now relax and enjoy my weekend. “I better get to work on some captions but first-” I opened up my browser and began scrolling through my Deviantart notifications, responding and liking some comments I had received since I last checked. “Ooh! My 5K Watcher special sure does have a lot of comments!” I opened up my announcement and scrolled down to the comments where I saw numerous comments had automatically been featured, each screaming into the void of the internet calling for me to match my accounts OC and be turned into a cowgirl. The first comment that called for this injustice to be fixed was by ‘MrsM1Dnight’ who wrote, ‘Seeing as you've already got the udders for it why not a good old fashioned cow transformation?’ “I mean… how can I say no to something I want to happen anyways? Let’s fill these puppies with some milk!”
I paused, the silence in my bedroom lingered on my sudden outburst as I realized just how awkward that was. “Ahem. I mean… I should go take a shower.” As usual my damp, sweat soaked clothes clung to my skin. At least HRT made my sweat a bit less pungent then it used to be but still. I got up from my desk but as I took my first step a sudden wave of nausea overcame me. “Woah!” I braced myself against my desk as my room began to spin around me. I lifted my other hand in front of my face and as my own inner voice rang through my head, multitudes louder than it usually is, and saw five fuzzy copies of my own hand overlapping one another as they spun around in circles. The dizziness eventually subsided with my vision returning to normal along with it. “Did I jump the gun? Is it time for my funbags to become milk bags?”
As if answering my question a wave of tingling and pleasurable energy washed over my body which lingered at the top of my head, my heft chest, and the base of my spine. Bovine horns sprouted from my head, parting my bangs around them. My ears sprouted fur as they grew outward, wiggling freely as they reshaped into cow ears. From my tailbone, snaking free from the bands of my panties and jeans, formed a long thin tail with a bush of soft fur which flicked wildly behind me. But none of that compared to my favorite change as my pumpkin sized breasts surged in weight as they sloshed and churned in a milk making frenzy. “Oh~ My girls are getting so heavy!~” My legs wobbled beneath me as I eventually succumbed to the sensations afflicting my body and fell to my knees. My hands hastily unbuttoned my button up shirt and pulled my bra down from my damp tits. I cupped my heaving chest in my hands and revelled in feeling them grow heavier with fresh cream. I couldn’t help myself anymore and succumbed to wringing my fingers into my soft flesh. My nipples twitched before releasing a soft torrent of my milk onto the floor which my four cats happily lapped up. But no matter how much I tried to squeeze them dry I could feel them grow heavier and heavier, my own breasts production rapidly outpacing my futile attempts to relieve them. I managed to build up enough willpower to release my death grip on my breasts only to see a constant stream of milk dribbling from my teats. “Hah~ I don’t think this is going to work.”
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It had been months since my Deviantart followers turned me into an over productive hucow and despite the constant throbbing yet dull ache in my swollen, leaking tits I was content. The warm sun gently bathed my mostly nude skin as the only clothes I now sported were a pair of cow print boots to prevent my feet from the ruffage of the ground. I leaned over the wooden fence for support for my poor back as even though I got three milking sessions a day I’d still find myself filled to the brim and simply waiting for the next session. White gold dribbled from my dark nipples soaking the grass covered ground beneath me and I simply laid about and enjoyed the relaxing tingle of my new-ish body.
“Yo! New girl!” A short man shouted from across the pasture and waved his hands in my direction. “Your session’s up next!”
I held up an arm and nodded back at him which he repeated back at me and turned back towards the barn. I knew he’d come and get me when they were done with the other girl so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sound of leaves rustling off in the distance as my tail swished behind me. This was much better than working in a stuffy office or sweating like a pig behind a grill… and the farmhands were rather cute as well!