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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