Cow Lab

By DX

Copyrighted 2021/2022 All rights reserved.

Bree found a special pill that transformed her into a mindless, horny, cock craving human cow!  Can her friend Tegan save her, or will she be stuck this way?

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 As I peeked through the curtains of my balcony window, I realized it was going to be a lovely day.  There were only a few fat clouds drifting lazily through the blue sky.  I could see people walking their dogs, jogging, laughing.  

A perfect, beautiful day.

 I didn’t imagine it would be my last day as a human.  

I mean, who would?  Looking out the window anyone would think:  “Oh, nice day!”  and not, “Oh, a harbinger of chaos.”

 Thoughts like that were vapid in my head, much like most thoughts lately.  I felt a certain serenity, an oasis of peace.  I had little reason for it, but there it was.  

I had only two thoughts that day on the balcony: it was a lovely day, I was really horny, and Tegan was coming home.

 Okay, not just two thoughts, maybe three.

 Whatever.

 I felt my heart flutter as I watched her British Racing Green Volkswagen Thing putter into the parking lot.  For such a small engine, you could hear its distinct grumbling chirp as it pulled in.  I watched her get out.  The sunlight flashed through the colors of the rainbow in her long hair of jet.  Tegan was one of those girls who always looked together.  She could juggle cotton balls in a windstorm while riding unicycle kind of together.  She was that girl who after twenty minutes on the row machine had that light layer of sweat that only sparkled like glitter.  Her bad hair day was everyone else’s good hair day.  She had a deep beauty, the kind that went all the way through her.  I always had a girl-crush on her; everyone did, but that day, that beautiful day, I wanted her a little more.

 As I watched her haul her suitcase from the trunk of her Thing, all I could think of was I wished I had a penis.  I wanted to be a boy, one with a penis, and Tegan would come home and she would take me in her strong arms and fuck me with that penis.  

Wait.  

Uh, okay, we’re both girls, right?  And there is a magic penis fucking us both.

 Yes.  That’s it.

Stay with me, I’ll get there.

 I cupped my opulent breast.  I think I might have been doing that the whole time I was at the window.  I felt a tingle rock through me as my hands circled my melons, feeling their weight, the heft.  I couldn’t contain one boob in both hands, though I tried.

 It was wonderful.

 My hand glazed over my areola and is buzzed, like hitting my hot button with a direct connection to my moistening sex and I could feel my whole body warm and open.  I gently squeezed the nipples and felt wave of wonderful roll over me.  I was cumming… like cumming, not coming.  Like, I was cumming like a giant cum monster rising from a stormy cum sea, it’s skin adorned with open cum mouths, moaning in cum ecstasy.

 Tegan’s key in the lock broke me out of my bliss.

 The plan was simple: I would be lounging on the couch and I would look up, and sort of notice her, as if she had never been gone, and I would say, ‘Sup’, which is short for ‘What is up with you?’ which is short for, ‘Please list your relevant and interesting current events’, but all, casual like, and Tegan would drop her bags there in the door and stumble over them as she made her way to the couch and she would be all like, “Bree, although we’re not lesbians, all I could think of for these two weeks I’ve been gone is how I wanted a magic penis to fuck your fine, succulent pussy, so I traveled to the far distant lands to find a magic penis, but they didn’t have one, so let us just lay here and eat each other out all day and cum like a giant cum monster rising from a cum sea…”

 Wait, I think I used that metaphor.  No, wait again, simile.  Not that first thing.

 Anyway, we would spend days with our heads buried between each other’s thighs and our bellies fat and distended, kinda pregnant, but actually filled with warm, happy cum.

 But that was not what happened.

 I pounced on Tegan like a puma.  I grabbed her just as she opened the door and pulled her into my waiting kiss.  Tangled amongst her bags she squirmed and struggled, but I held onto her knowing in just a few short seconds she would succumb to my kiss like in the movies, and she would grab me and pick me up in her strong arms, lithely step over her fallen luggage, and lay me down, pausing briefly to behold my giant breasts, and plunge her face down into their pillowy embrace, her hot tongue like a whip across my nipples.

 That was the plan.

 What did happen was Tegan, being much stronger than me, pushed me back, breaking our kiss with almost a pop.  She held me at arms distance to stop me from kissing her again.  “What the hell, Bree?”  She shouted, pushing me away.  “Just stop!”  She kicked her luggage into the room and closed the door.  Her eyes were wide as she focused on my breasts and her delicious mouth was agape.  “Are, are those real?”

 I could feel my cheeks flush with want.  “Yes, my love.”  I peeled up my top and let them free.  They bounced and jiggled happily.  “Suckle them and taste of my cream!”

 Tegan put her hands up as if to karate chop me.  “Knock it off!”  She threatened, although I knew she would never hurt me.  But she was serious, and when Tegan was serious, she meant it.  “How do you go from a B cup to a G cup in two weeks?”  She then looked at the shine on her hand in disbelief.  “And… are you lactating?”  She pushed past me and went into the bathroom to wash her hands.

 “Yes, my love.”  I called after her.  “And they are sooo swollen.  I need you to milk me so I can think.”

 She froze, frothy soap dripping from her hands.  “So you can think?”

 I nodded, realizing I wasn’t explaining anything very well.  “I think better after I’m milked.”

 Tegan was glaring at me as she dried her hands.  “Where’s Brian?”

 That was a rather weird question.  “Brian my boyfriend?”

 “Yes,” she said through terse lips.  “Brian, your boyfriend.”

 My face lit up as I realized Brian had the one thing Tegan and I didn’t have; a penis.  He also had a Nissan Ultra.  Neither Tegan nor I had a Nissan Ultra.  So that was two things he had that we didn’t.

 Tegan could sense I was drifting.  “Bree, focus.”

 “Oh, right!  Penis!  He’s in the bed room!”  I said brightly.

 She pushed past me.  “Let’s wake his ass up.  I need answers now!”

 I skipped to catch up, my breasts bouncing gaily.  I had realized that Tegan didn’t want Penis for his Brian, she wanted to talk, and I didn’t want to talk, I wanted to be penised, and Brian’s penis after three days of penising needed time to re-penis.  I had to switch to plan… uh, change tactics.

 I was going to use force.

 Thinking about it now, force was kinda the other plan too, but this time it was more force.

 As Tegan charged through the door, I grabbed her.  I could feel her muscled body against my constrained breasts, but I worked past my urges.  I had to get her to the floor and tie her up.  There, she could suckle my milk heavy breasts.

 Less than a second later I was lying on the floor looking at the ceiling.  Tegan had karate flipped me, or something.

 Her beautiful face, upside down was looking at me.  “Stay!”  She then pointed at me, rather definitively.  Satisfied I was staying, she turned and grabbed the blanket and ripped it off the bed.  “Alright, Brian, wakey wakey!”

 Tegan stood stock still, her face frozen in shock.  I scrambled to get off the floor.  This involved getting the weight of my milk filled breasts to move to one side and then roll to follow them.  Once on my knees I could sit up, getting the weight of my breasts back into my center of gravity.  From there I rolled back on my heels and, lifting with my legs, stood up.

 Brian’s naked body, lean and strong, with scuffles of manly hair in manly places, beckoned me.  I sat beside him on the bed and softly caressed his lazy, flaccid cock, hoping it had enough time to re-cock.  He struggled against his bonds.  I had tied him spread-eagled to the bed with a ripped up a bed sheet.  He was mewing piteously into his gag.  I think it was something like, ‘Help, Tegan!  Bree’s gone mad!  I’ve been tied up for days!’  I leaned forward, knowing my breasts would calm him, but Tegan pushed me back and yanked out Brian’s gag.

 “Help, Tegan!  Bree’s gone mad!  I’ve been tied up for days!”  

 See?  I was right.

 I went to give him my breast again but Tegan pushed me back with a warning glare.  She wanted to talk and apparently so did Brian.

 “Get me out of here!”  He shouted.

 I shushed him.  “There, there, honey.  Here, have some of my milk.”

 Again, mood killer Tegan: “Bree stop it.  Brian, what the fuck?”

 He gulped.  “I’ve got to piss, like fucking bad.  I’ve had no food or water for days.”

 Well, that was an outright lie.  “You’ve had my milk.  I know you like my milk.”  I offered him my breasts but Tegan was busy untying him.  “Don’t do that!”  I ordered her.  “He’ll get away!”  

 Her cool, blue eyes were like lances as she glared at me.  She resumed her work as I pouted.  “He was more than happy to let me suck him off.”  I looked at him with big eyes and rubbed my belly.  “Would you like that?  Would you like to fill me up with your salty protein?”

 Tegan took one of the ties and swept around the bed.  She quickly cinched my hands behind my back.  “Oh!  Well!”  I could feel my nipples stiffen.  “This is quite nice.”

 Brian finished untying himself and made a run for the bathroom.  I could hear the stream hit the toilet as Brian screamed in pain.

 Tegan sat on the bed next to me, some how ignoring my soft, warm breasts.  “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”  She glared at me with her cutting eyes and sharp lips.  I went to kiss her but she pushed me back.  “It is impossible for your breasts to have grown ten times bigger in two weeks… and lactating.”  She looked at my nipples, blinking in disbelief.  “Like, pouring out lactating, like uh, uh,”

 “Milk fountain?”  I was always better at simile than Tegan.

 “Focus.  It has to be something in the lab.”  Her eyes locked on mine.  “Did you take any strange, unmarked potion or pill at the lab?”

 I jerked back stunned and insulted.  “Tegan!  You know I would never take an unmarked potion or pill at the lab!”

 “Uh, huh.”  She said not believing me.  “Did you take a marked potion or pill and the lab?”

 I nodded sharply.  “Yes I did!”

 “And what did the markings say?”

 “Breast Enhancement Formula.”  I recited from memory.  Tegan rolled her eyes the way she did when her patience was stretched.  “It said it was safe for human consumption!”  I protested, but Tegan didn’t believe me for some reason.

 “How much did you take?”

 “Just the one pill.”

 “One pill did all this?”  Her hands gestured at me indicating the smooth roundness of my heaving, wonderful breasts filling with sweet, warm milk, and I wished they would touch me.

 I shrugged.  “I guess?  It said it would increase my breasts by one cup size.”

 Brian returned with his hands covering his privates.  He paused for a moment and ran back into the bathroom.  I could hear his piss resume for several minutes.

 “Bree, this isn’t one cup size.”  Tegan said, flabbergasted.  “It’s like,” She searched for the word.

 “Boob Beach Balls?”

 “Yeah, beach balls.”

 “Well, I wish they weighed like beach balls.”  I rolled my shoulders back to keep the weight balanced.  “I think there is a gallon of milk in each.”

 “Bree, this can’t be healthy!”  Tegan was moving.  “Alright, the lab has the answers.  Whatever is going on there has to be an antidote.”  She looked up as Brian returned.  She was in soldier mode and soldier mode turned me on.  “Brian, get some clothes on!  I’ll get Bree’s robe.”

 “What about me?”  I asked.

 “You sit there and not leak on anything.  Where is your robe?”

 “It’s in the dryer.”

 That was a lie.  In truth I had no idea where my robe was, but I wanted Tegan out of the room.  When she left to go get my robe, I looked at Brian who was struggling to put on his pants.  I turned so he could have a good view of my breasts.  “Before we go, I need to be milked.”  I purred.  “I need to be milked so bad.  Suckle my boobies and drink my cream, Brian.  Then I’ll suckle your cock for your creamy protein.”

 I watched his face slacken as it drained of all emotion and the pupils dilated to the size of dimes.  He slowly sank to his knees.  As he leaned forward, I scooted to the edge of the bed.  The rough of his three-day beard ground against my breast as his warm lips sucked at my nipples.  The sensation ripped through me like a flash of lightning and passion flooded my senses.  I was cumming hard, like a giant cum monster rising from a stormy cum sea…


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The State of Hucow

By DX

12A43, genetic male, has applied several times to be genetically enhanced to be a Bull, where he would be ‘milked’ for his male protein.  Unfortunately, he hasn’t taken to the treatments.  Dr. Coy suggests an alternative.  The Hucow program.  12A43 refused, but after seeing a milking demonstration, may have a change of heart!

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 Doctor Coy was a handsome woman.  Her enchanting face was framed with long, raven hair that flowed like a wind swept sea.  Her cheeks pulled playfully at the corners of her kissable bow lips that gave her a resting, bemused smile.  Her frumpish lab coat couldn’t conceal her copious, overfilled bosom that lured many sailors to a drowning death.  Her breath stealing waist gave gently to her callipygian hips.  She had thighs built to crush a man in two.  She was tall, and powerful, and often wore impossibly heeled stiletto shoes to make her that much taller and that much more powerful.

 She had soft, magic hands.

 He couldn’t help but watch her as she played ever so delicately with his cock.  She needed just three fingers for him.

 Passion filled him as he pulled against his restraints.  She knew his points, his spots, the places to touch and tease and titillate and drive him to the quick and back again.  In minutes, she had handedly opened his flood gates.

 Held against the wall by steel bands, he could do nothing but moan into his gag.  She was seated, and when he looked down he could just see her face, her fingers, and his cock.

 She glanced up and rewarded him with her Arctic glacier eyes.

 A clear tear formed from the tip of his cock.

 Dr. Coy stopped, and quietly sighed, her bemused smile saddened.  She rolled her chair back and peeled off her gloves.  “12A43, I think we both can agree the treatment isn’t responding as we would have liked.”  She tossed her gloves in the bin and pulled on a fresh pair.  “I think we should seriously discuss different options for you.”  She took a pre-moistened towel and gave his genitals a good clean.  “We should have seen results in the first month, but it has been six.  I can’t justify adding additional time.”  Her eyes searched his.  “You are not suited for the Bull program.”

 She powdered him, changed her gloves, then locked him back into chastity.  When the device chimed, signaling it had uploaded its lock cypher to the State, she stripped off her gloves with a snap and entered the counter code for his restraints and released him from the wall.

 12A43 stumbled slightly as the restraints released him.  Catching his balance, he looked longingly at the steel torture device that locked his unfulfilled genitals away.  He wasn’t surprised she didn’t finish him, she never did.  She always followed State protocol and cut him off seconds before he came, but he did hope that once, just once, she would miss-time it and he could have a real orgasm.

 Accidents happen, right?  They couldn’t fine her for a one time slip up, not after so many perfect exams.  And if they did fine her, she’d just have to pay.  She’s a doctor.  She could afford a one time slip up.

 He sighed, then side-stepped until he stood on the yellow foot prints on the floor and the light above him turned from yellow to green, indicating he was were he was supposed to be.  He watched Dr. Coy angle her chair to face him, her knees pressed together and her legs crossed at the ankles.

 He strained against his chastity device.

 “Hildy?”  Dr. Coy called for her assistant.  “Request authorization for a fifteen minute consultation with patient 12A43 to discuss today’s results and further treatment, please.”

 “Right away, doctor.”  Hildy’s voice filled the room.  “Request approved.  Would you like the approval code?”

 “Add it to the file.”  Coy said, dismissively.

 “Done.  Would you like me to sit in?”

 “No.”

 “I can deactivate my microphone in this room for privacy and only respond to my wake word, or if patient 12A43 moves from his designated spot.  Do you understand, patient 12A43?”

 12A43 looked up, a little startled.  “Uh, yeah.”

 “Very good.”  Hildy said.  “Your fifteen minute private consultation begins now.”

 Dr. Coy uncrossed and re-crossed her legs.  “12A43, you’ve been very determined to be accepted to the Bull program, why?”

 12A43 didn’t answer right away.  The obvious answer was getting a personal milk maiden to come to the house and harvest his male protein, but he knew it was more than that.  “You know, because protein is important.”

 She nodded.  “Yes, it is.” She leaned forward and gave him a death jump view of her cavernous cleavage.  “But why you?”

 Her magnificent, pillowy breasts were pointed right at him and he couldn’t help but think as a Bull she would be unable to resist him.  She would prescribe his treatment and both of their chastities would simultaneously receive State authorization and unlock.  As the devices fell to the floor, they would run into each others arms as their lips crashed together.  Her man killing legs would wrap around his waist and his monster Bull cock would plunge into her, deeper and deeper until he could feel the flutter of her heart.

 “12A43?”  She called him back to reality. 

 He shifted nervously, unaccustomed to anyone paying attention to him.  “I just thought I would be good at it.”  He tried and failed to look away from her wonderfully stretched sweater peaking from the edges of her lab coat.  “I know I’m not much to look at, but neither was Earl… now look at him.”

 “Who?”

 “Oh, uh E4R1.  He’s part of the Bull program.”

 She nodded.  “Tell me about E4R1.  He sounds like an older designation code.”

 12A43 nodded.  “Yeah, older guy.  Sixties.  He’s been a Bull for a while now.  He suggested I try for the Bull program.  He works out and stuff.  Eats right.  Does whatever it takes to make sure his protein is top of the line.  He let me watch once.”

 Dr. Coy’s eyes narrowed slightly.  “Watch what?”

 “Watch him get milked.  To inspire me to be a good Bull.”

 “How did that go?”

 “Oh, it was incredible!  His maiden, her name is Chastity by the way… some name, right?  She comes by every other day.  She’s a cute little pixie with a quick smile, like a camera flash.  She moves like a hummingbird, boom, then hovers, boom, then hovers.”

 “Patient 12A43?”  Hildy called to him.  “Please remain on the foot outline on the floor.”

 “Sorry,”  He muttered, not realizing he had shifted slightly to mimic Chastity’s movements.  “Anyway, I had to sit in the corner because, you know, State regs, but I could see her work.  Earl has his own restraint chair, because, you know… Earl, right?  So once he’s locked in and his mouthguard is secured and the State logs that in, she shows us her locked chastity and the State confirms that.  She then gets on her rubber apron and gloves and locks on her mask.  Her mask is actually her face, which is kinda cool because she’s really cute and it would be a shame to cover that up, so you can still kind of see her.”

 “Patient 12A43?”  Hildy interrupted  “You have used five minutes of your fifteen minute consultation.  You have ten minutes remaining.”

 Dr. Coy’s face flashed with annoyance.  “Hildy, submit for an open extension and don’t interrupt again.”

 “Will do, Dr. Coy.  Before I bop out, would you like the open extension authorization code?”

 “No.  Add it to the file, please.”

 “Authorization has been approved.”  She said, happily.  “I’ll bop out now.”

 Dr. Coy waved at 12A43 to continue.  “So, to re-cap.  She’s wearing a copy of her own face as a mask, you’re in the corner, and Earl’s locked in his chair.”  She pointed.  “You’re holding your hands apart like you’re holding something.  Is that Earl?”

 12A43 looked at his hands then adjusted them slightly, gauging size.

 “Earl’s a big dude.”  Dr. Coy whispered.  

 “Yeah.”  He agreed.

 “So you want to be part of the Bull program to get big like Earl?”

 12A43 thought for a moment, then shrugged.  “I guess it’s the whole thing, you know?  The milk maiden, the…”  He gestured with his hands.  “The whole thing.  I mean, Chastity kinda gets in there.  She has such tiny hands and her fingers move like pretty spiders rolling up and down… and Earl’s so big she has to use her forearms for a bit and she got him cradled against her shoulder like a wrestling match.  It took almost an hour before she put the vacuum pump cup on him and then slid down him as if he was a fireman’s pole.  She keeps at it until her pump machine auto-shuts down because it’s full.”

 Dr. Coy looked alarmed.  “Wait, you’re not saying she is allowing Earl to orgasm.”

 “She’s totally letting him orgasm.  She said so after they were done.  She believes it provides a better grade protein.”

 Dr. Coy grimaced and made a slash with her hand across her neck.  She then sat up and spoke more to the microphone in the room.  “12A43, not being a trained professional, you cannot state on such matters, and the maiden you have indicated sounds as if she is State certified in good standing and would never allow a male to achieve an orgasm, and was joking with you when she said she was violating State protocol, is that correct?”

 12A43 made an O with his lips and nodded.

 Dr. Coy motioned with her hands and mouthed the words, ‘yes doctor’.

 “Yes, Doctor… Uh, I am not a State standing and Chastity must have been good certified in jokingly with me.”

 Dr. Coy sighed quietly.  “Okay, so… right, Chastity milks Earl in compliance with State protocol.”  The doctor continued.  “You’re saying Earl fills the machine?”

 “One liter, plus overflow.”

 “Amazing...”  She responded, her face slack.  “That explains how he has his own chair.”  Dr. Coy sat back and took a calming breath.  “So, back to you, 12A43.  You’re not Earl, and I imagine most men on the planet are not Earl, and Earl is very lucky to have a skilled and qualified milk maiden as Chastity, who never lets him orgasm.  But let’s be honest, okay?  You haven’t responded to the treatment as strongly as we would like.  Not to put too fine a point on it, you’ve shown no response at all, so it will be very unlikely you will be one of our lower producing Bulls, let alone in Earl’s class of Bull.”

 Saddened, 12A43 nodded.  “Yeah, I get it.”

 Dr. Coy retrieved her data-pad from her pocket.  “Looking at your assessment scores… I can’t put you forward for any further treatment.”  She winced.  “I can terminate, but it might leave you in a stronger position for something else if you removed yourself from the program voluntarily.  Would you like to do that?”

 “Yeah, I, uh, I would like to remove myself from the Bull program.”

 Dr. Coy brightened, her face lighting up the room.  “Let’s move on, shall we?”  She looked at her data-pad.  “Looking at your academics…”. Her face flashed with pain.  “Scratch that.  Let’s see your athletics.”

 12A43 swallowed.  “I know what they say.”  He said, despondently.  “I know what… all of my scores say.”

 Dr. Coy put her data-pad away.  “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”

 He shook his head.  “No, it’s not your fault.”  He shrugged.  “I guess I wanted to do something that helped everyone and Earl made being a Bull sound like a slam dunk.”  

 She nodded, half conceding.  “If it were such a slam dunk, every guy would be a Bull.”  She rewarded him with a small smile. “No matter, you still have a job.”

 An invisible fist plowed into his gut.  

 His job was a seething maelstrom of despair.  It was a sucking monster of darkness every morning.  

 “Yeah…”. His voice was dry.  “I have a State guaranteed job.” 

 “Ah, right!”  She glanced quickly at her data-pad.  “Uh, you’re a professional sycophant.”

 He shook his head.  “I’m still a lay sycophant.  I stand on the train station platform and congratulate people who have made appropriate fashion choices.  I have another eight years before I’m eligible to be a professional sycophant.”

 “Sycophant is an important job.  It boosts people’s self esteem.”

 “Yeah.”

 “You don’t like being a sycophant.”

 12A43 shrugged.

 Dr. Coy tilted her head as she thought.  She then looked at her data-pad and fanned through his record.  Her delicate brows lowered with concern and 12A43 only longed for her to look at him with such intensity.  

 She looked up, her face flashing that she had seen the overlooked and obvious answer.  “What about hucow?”

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