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One Little Moo
That's how it started.
Sara had been skinny her whole life. Stick figure, no boobs or butt to speak of, barely 5' tall, nothing to entice or titilate anyone. High school and college had zipped by without any hint of growth, and she'd long since given up hope.
She still managed to have a number of boyfriends, mostly because she'd gained a reputation for putting out early and often. Sara worked so hard with men because she knew she didn't have the squishy parts necessary to keep them around long any other way.
As she crossed the Rubicon of her mid 20s, she decided she HAD to do something! She tried stuffing herself full of food, tons of those supplements you see in ads online. Hell, she'd even looked into implants. Unfortunately, nothing worked, and her wallet was far too light for any more drastic measures.
Eventually, she just gave up. 30 was looming on the horizon. She had no curves, no man, and no money. All Sara could do was to flip through her favorite porn sites, watching the thicc women getting railed by meaty men with huge cocks. Sara wanted to be them so badly.
She'd recently discovered the hucow genre and had been entranced. Poor Sara came harder watching these girls getting milked and rutted than she'd ever thought possible. So far, that night had been no different.
Then she clicked on a video that caught her attention labeled One Little Moo. It had been labelled as ASMR, which was good because as hot as they could be, ASMRs were good to fall asleep to and were usually long enough to play until her brain finally shut off for the night.
The video started, and a gorgeous girl appeared on screen. Her neck was bound in leather and had a little bell attached at the front. She wore nothing else except various piercings including her nipples.
Gawd, her tits were amazing! Huge with those cute little veins visible and big, stiff, dark-pink nipples and areolas. Each nippled was pierced with a ring that had its own little bell attached.
The girl started speaking in a breathy alto voice that immediately relaxed the under endowed Sara. The cow whispered soothingly about imagining yourself lounging in the sun, enjoying the feel of soft grass on your skin. Your mind was so quiet, your head blissfully empty.
The model on screen squeezed and kneaded her massive bosoms in rhythm with her words, little jingles barely audible from her little bells.
She asked, "Do you want this?"
The whole effect had penetrated Sara's malaise, and her mind wandered on the sunny pasture. She barely perceived the question, but her lips moved, "Yesss..."
The cow girl on screen began describing how sexy it felt to be so empty, so free. She told the addled observer that true freedom lay in the blankness, and that the blankness gave pleasure beyond measure. It made her udders swell and her cunt gush when she felt the heat in her loins, the lusty gift given by mindlessness.
Sara's own wetness was squishing out between her langoriously masturbatory fingers. She felt blank, too. And blankness was pleasure. Pleasure that now dribbled down onto her bed.
The model again asked, "Do you want this?"
"Yessssss!!!" The oversexed Sara responded.
The model then bent down, letting her milkbags dangle, and raising her ass up. She bestowed the truth that blankness, lust, and heat were the proper state of being. And that with the heat came rewards.
A figure had quietly slipped behind the model as she spoke, and appeared to easily slide a massive cock into the bent over cow.
Through her animal moans, the now mounted beast told Sara that her heat would attract bulls and that her job as a cow was to drain their balls and sate their lusts. Cows were meant to be used and bred. It was their purpose.
Sara, on her knees, imitating the captivating cow and masturbating furiously, moaned loudly. She wanted to be mounted so badly. Wanted to feel cock fill the emptiness in her cunt and her mind.
Onscreen, the bull growled as he emptied himself into the cow, who then asked for the third time, "Do you want this?"
Sara screamed, "YESSSSSS!" as she came, squirting all over her sheets. The exhausted creature sagged down, feeling completely drained, her mind empty, ready to be filled.
"You know what it takes," said the filled up cow on screen. "All you have to do is say it. That one little thing."
"Say it," she breathed.
Sara, her eyes closed, barely holding on to consciousness, finally answered softly, "..............moo."
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Sara woke the next morning, stretched, and looked out her window at the rising sun. She smiled, remembering flashes of her dreams, flashes of warm sun, green grass, hanging udders, and rutting cocks.
She squeezed her own nipples and mooed at the feeling. Two questions suddenly entered her mind:
First, did she just moo?
Second, did her chest feel bigger?
Curious, Sara rose naked from the bed, the smell of pussy still clining to the room, and padded to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror.
Sure enough, her normally flat chest looked bee stung instead of being practically concave. And, did she look a little curvier? Was her butt bigger, too?
Sara sat on her toilet to relieve herself and think. For a moment, she tried to think of what could have caused a change like that overnight? After a few minutes of failing to think, she mooed in mild frustration and started the shower.
Wait a sec, she thought to herself. Did I moo again just now?
The concerned girl entered the shower and began rinsing the sex off her from the night before. As her hands ran over her thighs and backside, she decided they WERE a little plumper than before.
And her teeny tiny titties were so sensitive! Just running the loofah over them sent a pleasurable shock down her spine. The nubbins were hard as diamonds.
She stepped out and patted herself dry before throwing on some loose shorts and a tank, not bothering with underwear on a Saturday morning. Sara walked to the kitchen, and only when her stomach growled did she realize how hungry she was.
Milk, she wanted milk. She poured herself a tall glass, raised it to her lips, and drained it. Quickly pouring another glass, she decided oatmeal sounded good, too, mixed with milk and butter. She added some cinnamon, too, just for flavor and ravenously emptied the bowl, and drank her second glass of milk.
Without thinking, she made another bowl of oatmeal and poured another glass of milk. As she finished it off, she realized how bizarre it was that she'd eaten and drunk so much, but it just didn't feel like a big deal right then. She shrugged and mooed, then cleared her bowl and poured herself a fourth glass of milk, finishing the bottle and noting she needed to go to the grocery store.
Rubbing her food baby, obviously showing on her tiny frame, she decided to go outside and enjoy the morning sun. It felt so good on her skin.
Sara sat down in the chair and finished her milk, setting the empty glass down in the patio table. Her little townhouse didn't have much of a yard, but she had a nice little porch area and a small but thickly grassed lawn. She laid back and looked out over the fence to the forested area nearby that the sun was quickly rising above.
After a moment, though, she felt uncomfortable in the chair. Sara decided to move onto the grass and sit there. The lushy blades felt amazing on her skin. She wanted to feel it all over.
Sara stripped her tank off her As, followed with the shorts and rolled in the soft verdancy. It felt absolutely heavenly. Freeing. Blissfully empty.
The woman mooed contendly and began running her hands across her body. The shivers she was rewarded with blew through the discovery that her boobs felt even bigger, and her ass felt practically padded on the ground.
Her fingers reached her folds, and she began lazily rubbing her moist lips. The other hand strayed back up to her chest and played with her enhanced nipples. The heat quickly rose in her body, and she felt her release coming.
Again, though, through her arousal, something felt off. Oh! She was on her back, she should be on all four to cum!
She quickly changed positions, and her fingers quickly found her wet pussy again, and she played with herself to a long, satisfying orgasm, mooing all along.
Sara dozed for a short time before the sun got a little higher, and she realized she didn't want to crisp. She rose, gathering up her shed clothing, and entered her home again. It never occurred to her how odd it was for her to be rolling in the grass, naked, and frigging herself.
The quickly plumping girl took another short shower, throwing her tank back on and switching to yoga pants. She was feeling hungry again and needed to hit the store.
Sara drove her little hybrid to the nearby grocery store and began walking down the aisles. She loaded up on fruits and vegetables. The greens looked crisp and delicious, so she snapped off a piece of sweet romaine and took a bite. It tasted wonderful, and she mooed happily.
She also loaded up on oats. Breakfast oatmeal, oatmeal raisin cookies, muesli cereals, and whole grain bread all ended up in her cart. They'd go perfectly with the three gallons of whole milk and slabs of sweet cream butter. And mooooo, yummy ice cream! One gallon each of vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate.
As she passed the meat aisle, though, she caught sight of the butchered beef and gagged. Oh, those poor cows! How could anyone do that to them? The fact that her favorite restaurant was a steakhouse had dropped out of her blissfully blank mind conpletely.
She huffed a short moo and took her full cart to check out.
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Arriving at home, she immediately shed her clothes before she even put the food away. Ugh. They felt so tight and wrong on her skin. She felt suffocated with them on. The cool air hitting her exposed B cups and plump bottom drew a satisfied moo from her.
Sara set about putting up the groceries, getting everything in its proper place. Then, she threw four slices of bread into the toaster and poured a glass of fresh milk. The tightly curved young woman slathered butter on her toast and finished it all with two glasses of milk.
After lunch, she opened the blinds and put the windows up so the sun and fresh air could get in. She felt so free and energized, she bounced along cleaning from room to room, wiping out all her to dos, her perky Cs and bubble butt jiggling away.
By late afternoon, she'd finished all her housework for the entire weekend. With a contented moo, Sara decided to reward herself with a glass of milk and another sunbath.
Still completely naked, milk and suntan oil in hand, she sasheed her increasingly generous hips out the door and sat in the chair to apply the lotion. Her thick thighs, soft tummy, and D cups felt so good as she massaged the protective oil into them.
She finished off her milk and crawled over to the grass. Sara lay sprawled in the sun, happy and empty, for nearly an hour before her tummy growled. She stretched, performing some yoga poses to work out the tension from her lazing.
She had some trouble keeping her balance. Sara thought that odd, she'd never had trouble before. But her bovinesque brain couldn't capture anything, so she just voiced a mystified moo and finished up.
Dinner was a multi green salad with multiple fruits and veggies and a large portion of buttermilk ranch. She decided to drink water with this meal. She needed to stay hydrated after all and praisefully mooed to herself for remembering the importance of self care.
Sara sat on the couch, munching out of her big salad bowl and watching TV. Ocassipnally, she dripped some dressing down onto her DDs, but it was so easy to lift up jer jugs and lick them clean that it was no big deal.
The sun was setting outside, and her small living room was filled with golden light. She spent a moment gazing outside, wistfully mooing to herself, enjoying the twilight. It had been a great day.
A short time later, she filled another bowl with two scoops of each ice cream and put on one of her favorite animes. It was one of those funny ecchi ones where some poor dummy got saddled with a harem of hot girls and had oddly lusty misadventures. She mooed and giggled to herself, enjoying the sexy antics and getting all worked up herself.
Just as she swallowed the final spoonful, the doorbell rang. She mooed inquisitively. Who could that be at this hour?
She arose and bounced to the door. Opening up, she saw Geoff, her hunky next-door neighbor. In his early 30s, tall, bearded, and recently single, he had been the subject of a number of her fantasies since he'd moved in a few months back, and she'd flirted with him hard several times. Sadly, he'd never taken the bait before. As the doors swung open, Geoff's eyes widened at the vision of fertility, standing gloriously sky clad before him.
"Hiiiiii. Geoff, it's so nice to see you!" She jumped to hug him. Her expansive Es pressed into his abdomen. "Would you like to come in?"
Geoff looked both ways to see if anyone else was watching and then ducked in quickly, closing the door behind him. Finally returning his gaze to the transformed woman before him, he was struck at how different, and fuckimg gorgeous, she looked.
"What are you doing? Why have you been running g around naked all day?" The bewildered neighbor asked.
Sara tilted her head dumbly, wondering what the problem was. "Moo? Is that bad?" She asked curiously.
Geoff's mouth hung open as he struggled to respond. "Well," he started, "I guess, not technically, not in your own home, but other people can see you through the windows. You might get in trouble with some less friendly neighbors."
"Oh no, moo, I don't want to get in trouble?" She responded, suddenly frightened.
He stopped for a moment, his eyes ravishing her body again, his pants getting noticeably tighter. Sara noticed his eyes on her curves, and she flushed at the attention.
Eventually, Geoff shook himself from his reverie and moved to close the blinds. While he moved through the small home, working to shut out the eyes of the world, he asked, "What happened to you? I just saw you the other day, and you looked... well, not like this!"
He gestured at her voluptuous body, and she looked down at herself, curiously following the direction of his hand. She didn't know what was wrong. "Moo? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Uh, well, not wrong, but it can't be normal to change like that," he tried to explain. The gorgeous, dumb girl clearly had no idea what he was talking about.
"And what's with the mooing?" He followed up.
"Moo? I'm a cow, silly. Cows moo," she stated as if it was the most normal thing ever.
His jaw hung open while he tried to logic his way through her statement, but he could latch onto nothing. The blood had already left for the other head, and he didn't have enough left to power his brain. Sara hadn't forgotten either.
"It's okay, Geoffy," said the happy cow. "I know what will help. You need your cock drained! Cows drain bull cocks!"
Mooing happily, she fell to her knees, undid his belt, and took out his cock. Geoff's higher brain functions tried to get him to stop her, but with them set on low power mode, the order never made it to his hands.
Sara took out his cock, and mooed in amazement. She knew he was really a bull! Only a bull had a cock that big! She licked from balls to tip before sliding the first few inches into her mouth and sucking.
Geoffs voice came back for a moment, but only to growl in pleasure at the exhibition of fellatio by the skilled cow girl. His hands found hair hair and pulled her throat down onto his cock. The gugging sounds emerging from her mouth spurred him on further.
After a few minutes, he roared and came down her throat. Sara caught it all, savored it for a moment, before swallowing it down. She loved bull milk. Mooing a happy sigh, she worshipfully cuddled the still hard member against her cheek.
Geoff, the bull, was not finished, though. He bent down and lifted the cow in his arms, who giggled and mooed in surprise. He then carried her to her bedroom on the other side of the little house. Helpfully, little Sara-cow got his buttons undone so he could get his shirt off.
The lust-hazed man tossed the little cow lightly onto the bed and finished stripping. Sara-cow got into position, presenting her fat ass to her mate. Unexpectedly, but not unwelcome, Geoff buried his face into her buttery folds, desperately licking her insides, already addicted to her taste and scent.
Sara-cow brayed in pleasure, her face mashed into the bed. Her hands found her expansive udders and began squeezing her swollen nubs. Her blank mind was filled with her bull's passion.
Finally, her pussy clenched and her juices flowed down as she came on Geoffs face. She screamed in ecstasy and began begging him to mount her, to breed her, desperately mooing for him.
He obliged and pushed his cock inside of her in one, slow, glorious movement. Sara-cow's mind and pussy were filled with cock all at once, just like she knew it should be. Geoff grabs her birthing hips and slammed his cock into her again and again.
He fucked her for what seemed like an eternity of passion, one orgasm of hers chaining to the mext, before finally filling her with long ropes of cum. His bellows elicited more lustful mooes from his little cow, and soon, he fell to the bed, pulling her on top of him to kiss her.
"You belong to me now, little cow," he told her.
She mooed. That's all it took. One little moo.
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One Little Moo
That's how it started.
Sara had been skinny her whole life. Stick figure, no boobs or butt to speak of, barely 5' tall, nothing to entice or titilate anyone. High school and college had zipped by without any hint of growth, and she'd long since given up hope.
She still managed to have a number of boyfriends, mostly because she'd gained a reputation for putting out early and often. Sara worked so hard with men because she knew she didn't have the squishy parts necessary to keep them around long any other way.
As she crossed the Rubicon of her mid 20s, she decided she HAD to do something! She tried stuffing herself full of food, tons of those supplements you see in ads online. Hell, she'd even looked into implants. Unfortunately, nothing worked, and her wallet was far too light for any more drastic measures.
Eventually, she just gave up. 30 was looming on the horizon. She had no curves, no man, and no money. All Sara could do was to flip through her favorite porn sites, watching the thicc women getting railed by meaty men with huge cocks. Sara wanted to be them so badly.
She'd recently discovered the hucow genre and had been entranced. Poor Sara came harder watching these girls getting milked and rutted than she'd ever thought possible. So far, that night had been no different.
Then she clicked on a video that caught her attention labeled One Little Moo. It had been labelled as ASMR, which was good because as hot as they could be, ASMRs were good to fall asleep to and were usually long enough to play until her brain finally shut off for the night.
The video started, and a gorgeous girl appeared on screen. Her neck was bound in leather and had a little bell attached at the front. She wore nothing else except various piercings including her nipples.
Gawd, her tits were amazing! Huge with those cute little veins visible and big, stiff, dark-pink nipples and areolas. Each nippled was pierced with a ring that had its own little bell attached.
The girl started speaking in a breathy alto voice that immediately relaxed the under endowed Sara. The cow whispered soothingly about imagining yourself lounging in the sun, enjoying the feel of soft grass on your skin. Your mind was so quiet, your head blissfully empty.
The model on screen squeezed and kneaded her massive bosoms in rhythm with her words, little jingles barely audible from her little bells.
She asked, "Do you want this?"
The whole effect had penetrated Sara's malaise, and her mind wandered on the sunny pasture. She barely perceived the question, but her lips moved, "Yesss..."
The cow girl on screen began describing how sexy it felt to be so empty, so free. She told the addled observer that true freedom lay in the blankness, and that the blankness gave pleasure beyond measure. It made her udders swell and her cunt gush when she felt the heat in her loins, the lusty gift given by mindlessness.
Sara's own wetness was squishing out between her langoriously masturbatory fingers. She felt blank, too. And blankness was pleasure. Pleasure that now dribbled down onto her bed.
The model again asked, "Do you want this?"
"Yessssss!!!" The oversexed Sara responded.
The model then bent down, letting her milkbags dangle, and raising her ass up. She bestowed the truth that blankness, lust, and heat were the proper state of being. And that with the heat came rewards.
A figure had quietly slipped behind the model as she spoke, and appeared to easily slide a massive cock into the bent over cow.
Through her animal moans, the now mounted beast told Sara that her heat would attract bulls and that her job as a cow was to drain their balls and sate their lusts. Cows were meant to be used and bred. It was their purpose.
Sara, on her knees, imitating the captivating cow and masturbating furiously, moaned loudly. She wanted to be mounted so badly. Wanted to feel cock fill the emptiness in her cunt and her mind.
Onscreen, the bull growled as he emptied himself into the cow, who then asked for the third time, "Do you want this?"
Sara screamed, "YESSSSSS!" as she came, squirting all over her sheets. The exhausted creature sagged down, feeling completely drained, her mind empty, ready to be filled.
"You know what it takes," said the filled up cow on screen. "All you have to do is say it. That one little thing."
"Say it," she breathed.
Sara, her eyes closed, barely holding on to consciousness, finally answered softly, "..............moo."
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Sara woke the next morning, stretched, and looked out her window at the rising sun. She smiled, remembering flashes of her dreams, flashes of warm sun, green grass, hanging udders, and rutting cocks.
She squeezed her own nipples and mooed at the feeling. Two questions suddenly entered her mind:
First, did she just moo?
Second, did her chest feel bigger?
Curious, Sara rose naked from the bed, the smell of pussy still clining to the room, and padded to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror.
Sure enough, her normally flat chest looked bee stung instead of being practically concave. And, did she look a little curvier? Was her butt bigger, too?
Sara sat on her toilet to relieve herself and think. For a moment, she tried to think of what could have caused a change like that overnight? After a few minutes of failing to think, she mooed in mild frustration and started the shower.
Wait a sec, she thought to herself. Did I moo again just now?
The concerned girl entered the shower and began rinsing the sex off her from the night before. As her hands ran over her thighs and backside, she decided they WERE a little plumper than before.
And her teeny tiny titties were so sensitive! Just running the loofah over them sent a pleasurable shock down her spine. The nubbins were hard as diamonds.
She stepped out and patted herself dry before throwing on some loose shorts and a tank, not bothering with underwear on a Saturday morning. Sara walked to the kitchen, and only when her stomach growled did she realize how hungry she was.
Milk, she wanted milk. She poured herself a tall glass, raised it to her lips, and drained it. Quickly pouring another glass, she decided oatmeal sounded good, too, mixed with milk and butter. She added some cinnamon, too, just for flavor and ravenously emptied the bowl, and drank her second glass of milk.
Without thinking, she made another bowl of oatmeal and poured another glass of milk. As she finished it off, she realized how bizarre it was that she'd eaten and drunk so much, but it just didn't feel like a big deal right then. She shrugged and mooed, then cleared her bowl and poured herself a fourth glass of milk, finishing the bottle and noting she needed to go to the grocery store.
Rubbing her food baby, obviously showing on her tiny frame, she decided to go outside and enjoy the morning sun. It felt so good on her skin.
Sara sat down in the chair and finished her milk, setting the empty glass down in the patio table. Her little townhouse didn't have much of a yard, but she had a nice little porch area and a small but thickly grassed lawn. She laid back and looked out over the fence to the forested area nearby that the sun was quickly rising above.
After a moment, though, she felt uncomfortable in the chair. Sara decided to move onto the grass and sit there. The lushy blades felt amazing on her skin. She wanted to feel it all over.
Sara stripped her tank off her As, followed with the shorts and rolled in the soft verdancy. It felt absolutely heavenly. Freeing. Blissfully empty.
The woman mooed contendly and began running her hands across her body. The shivers she was rewarded with blew through the discovery that her boobs felt even bigger, and her ass felt practically padded on the ground.
Her fingers reached her folds, and she began lazily rubbing her moist lips. The other hand strayed back up to her chest and played with her enhanced nipples. The heat quickly rose in her body, and she felt her release coming.
Again, though, through her arousal, something felt off. Oh! She was on her back, she should be on all four to cum!
She quickly changed positions, and her fingers quickly found her wet pussy again, and she played with herself to a long, satisfying orgasm, mooing all along.
Sara dozed for a short time before the sun got a little higher, and she realized she didn't want to crisp. She rose, gathering up her shed clothing, and entered her home again. It never occurred to her how odd it was for her to be rolling in the grass, naked, and frigging herself.
The quickly plumping girl took another short shower, throwing her tank back on and switching to yoga pants. She was feeling hungry again and needed to hit the store.
Sara drove her little hybrid to the nearby grocery store and began walking down the aisles. She loaded up on fruits and vegetables. The greens looked crisp and delicious, so she snapped off a piece of sweet romaine and took a bite. It tasted wonderful, and she mooed happily.
She also loaded up on oats. Breakfast oatmeal, oatmeal raisin cookies, muesli cereals, and whole grain bread all ended up in her cart. They'd go perfectly with the three gallons of whole milk and slabs of sweet cream butter. And mooooo, yummy ice cream! One gallon each of vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate.
As she passed the meat aisle, though, she caught sight of the butchered beef and gagged. Oh, those poor cows! How could anyone do that to them? The fact that her favorite restaurant was a steakhouse had dropped out of her blissfully blank mind conpletely.
She huffed a short moo and took her full cart to check out.
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Arriving at home, she immediately shed her clothes before she even put the food away. Ugh. They felt so tight and wrong on her skin. She felt suffocated with them on. The cool air hitting her exposed B cups and plump bottom drew a satisfied moo from her.
Sara set about putting up the groceries, getting everything in its proper place. Then, she threw four slices of bread into the toaster and poured a glass of fresh milk. The tightly curved young woman slathered butter on her toast and finished it all with two glasses of milk.
After lunch, she opened the blinds and put the windows up so the sun and fresh air could get in. She felt so free and energized, she bounced along cleaning from room to room, wiping out all her to dos, her perky Cs and bubble butt jiggling away.
By late afternoon, she'd finished all her housework for the entire weekend. With a contented moo, Sara decided to reward herself with a glass of milk and another sunbath.
Still completely naked, milk and suntan oil in hand, she sasheed her increasingly generous hips out the door and sat in the chair to apply the lotion. Her thick thighs, soft tummy, and D cups felt so good as she massaged the protective oil into them.
She finished off her milk and crawled over to the grass. Sara lay sprawled in the sun, happy and empty, for nearly an hour before her tummy growled. She stretched, performing some yoga poses to work out the tension from her lazing.
She had some trouble keeping her balance. Sara thought that odd, she'd never had trouble before. But her bovinesque brain couldn't capture anything, so she just voiced a mystified moo and finished up.
Dinner was a multi green salad with multiple fruits and veggies and a large portion of buttermilk ranch. She decided to drink water with this meal. She needed to stay hydrated after all and praisefully mooed to herself for remembering the importance of self care.
Sara sat on the couch, munching out of her big salad bowl and watching TV. Ocassipnally, she dripped some dressing down onto her DDs, but it was so easy to lift up jer jugs and lick them clean that it was no big deal.
The sun was setting outside, and her small living room was filled with golden light. She spent a moment gazing outside, wistfully mooing to herself, enjoying the twilight. It had been a great day.
A short time later, she filled another bowl with two scoops of each ice cream and put on one of her favorite animes. It was one of those funny ecchi ones where some poor dummy got saddled with a harem of hot girls and had oddly lusty misadventures. She mooed and giggled to herself, enjoying the sexy antics and getting all worked up herself.
Just as she swallowed the final spoonful, the doorbell rang. She mooed inquisitively. Who could that be at this hour?
She arose and bounced to the door. Opening up, she saw Geoff, her hunky next-door neighbor. In his early 30s, tall, bearded, and recently single, he had been the subject of a number of her fantasies since he'd moved in a few months back, and she'd flirted with him hard several times. Sadly, he'd never taken the bait before. As the doors swung open, Geoff's eyes widened at the vision of fertility, standing gloriously sky clad before him.
"Hiiiiii. Geoff, it's so nice to see you!" She jumped to hug him. Her expansive Es pressed into his abdomen. "Would you like to come in?"
Geoff looked both ways to see if anyone else was watching and then ducked in quickly, closing the door behind him. Finally returning his gaze to the transformed woman before him, he was struck at how different, and fuckimg gorgeous, she looked.
"What are you doing? Why have you been running g around naked all day?" The bewildered neighbor asked.
Sara tilted her head dumbly, wondering what the problem was. "Moo? Is that bad?" She asked curiously.
Geoff's mouth hung open as he struggled to respond. "Well," he started, "I guess, not technically, not in your own home, but other people can see you through the windows. You might get in trouble with some less friendly neighbors."
"Oh no, moo, I don't want to get in trouble?" She responded, suddenly frightened.
He stopped for a moment, his eyes ravishing her body again, his pants getting noticeably tighter. Sara noticed his eyes on her curves, and she flushed at the attention.
Eventually, Geoff shook himself from his reverie and moved to close the blinds. While he moved through the small home, working to shut out the eyes of the world, he asked, "What happened to you? I just saw you the other day, and you looked... well, not like this!"
He gestured at her voluptuous body, and she looked down at herself, curiously following the direction of his hand. She didn't know what was wrong. "Moo? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Uh, well, not wrong, but it can't be normal to change like that," he tried to explain. The gorgeous, dumb girl clearly had no idea what he was talking about.
"And what's with the mooing?" He followed up.
"Moo? I'm a cow, silly. Cows moo," she stated as if it was the most normal thing ever.
His jaw hung open while he tried to logic his way through her statement, but he could latch onto nothing. The blood had already left for the other head, and he didn't have enough left to power his brain. Sara hadn't forgotten either.
"It's okay, Geoffy," said the happy cow. "I know what will help. You need your cock drained! Cows drain bull cocks!"
Mooing happily, she fell to her knees, undid his belt, and took out his cock. Geoff's higher brain functions tried to get him to stop her, but with them set on low power mode, the order never made it to his hands.
Sara took out his cock, and mooed in amazement. She knew he was really a bull! Only a bull had a cock that big! She licked from balls to tip before sliding the first few inches into her mouth and sucking.
Geoffs voice came back for a moment, but only to growl in pleasure at the exhibition of fellatio by the skilled cow girl. His hands found hair hair and pulled her throat down onto his cock. The gugging sounds emerging from her mouth spurred him on further.
After a few minutes, he roared and came down her throat. Sara caught it all, savored it for a moment, before swallowing it down. She loved bull milk. Mooing a happy sigh, she worshipfully cuddled the still hard member against her cheek.
Geoff, the bull, was not finished, though. He bent down and lifted the cow in his arms, who giggled and mooed in surprise. He then carried her to her bedroom on the other side of the little house. Helpfully, little Sara-cow got his buttons undone so he could get his shirt off.
The lust-hazed man tossed the little cow lightly onto the bed and finished stripping. Sara-cow got into position, presenting her fat ass to her mate. Unexpectedly, but not unwelcome, Geoff buried his face into her buttery folds, desperately licking her insides, already addicted to her taste and scent.
Sara-cow brayed in pleasure, her face mashed into the bed. Her hands found her expansive udders and began squeezing her swollen nubs. Her blank mind was filled with her bull's passion.
Finally, her pussy clenched and her juices flowed down as she came on Geoffs face. She screamed in ecstasy and began begging him to mount her, to breed her, desperately mooing for him.
He obliged and pushed his cock inside of her in one, slow, glorious movement. Sara-cow's mind and pussy were filled with cock all at once, just like she knew it should be. Geoff grabs her birthing hips and slammed his cock into her again and again.
He fucked her for what seemed like an eternity of passion, one orgasm of hers chaining to the mext, before finally filling her with long ropes of cum. His bellows elicited more lustful mooes from his little cow, and soon, he fell to the bed, pulling her on top of him to kiss her.
"You belong to me now, little cow," he told her.
She mooed. That's all it took. One little moo.
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Howdy all you good boys, girls and toys~ Please reblog if you are into erotic hypnosis, brainwashing, etc.
I'm back and ready to do hypnotumblr again! I just gotta find all the kinky people that are left! Mind reblogging and helping me out?
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Change me. Alter me.
Brainwash me. Gaslight me. Condition me.
Discipline me. Train me. Break me.
Take away my willpower, my opinions, my pride.
Make me malleable. Make me impressionable. Make me docile. Make me less. Make me better.
Improve me. Perfect me.
Make me what you want. ❤️
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Do you prefer BBC or white cock? im also in NYC
mmmm I mean cock is cock for me. dun think I'd ever say no if its offered up lolol
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A classic, but one I’m totally gonna submit to
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Transformed Heroines A to Z: Busted Up
Not every city relied on superpowered heroes. Cities with ground-level gang crime were often protected by rough-and-tumble vigilantes like Crowgirl. The nimble, athletic heroine spent her nights using gadgets, brains, and brawn to keep her streets clean.
That was the plan tonight. A local gang run by her villainous arch-nemesis, the Jester, was rumored to have a big deal going down to move an experimental new street drug. Whatever the deal with this drug was, Crowgirl knew she had to intervene.
The Jester also figured that out. Much to Crowgirl's surprise, when she arrived and took out two low-level thugs, she realized everyone else on the scene had hastily cleared out. Almost like they were waiting for her. Almost like this was—
FWOOSH!
A trap. The crates did not contain needles or vials; they were hiding vaporizers. The air filled with pink clouds immediately. Before Crowgirl could jump away or cover her face, she inhaled enough to get her coughing and gasping, making her draw in more of the drug.
Her body went hot. Her muscles quickly started thinning out, as the cells were reconfigured to fat and flesh. Her body felt weak, but her chest was suddenly heavy. The fat congregated, expanding her breasts until they strained in her armor.
Desperate to not end up strangled by her own gear, Crowgirl unfastened her chestpiece, letting it drop to the ground to reveal massive jugs, already larger than her head and ripping her undershirt.
A cackling laugh echoed out as a figure in a gas mask approached. "You're looking great, Crowtits!"
"Jester!"
Crowgirl moved to dodge an incoming hand, but between her reshaped figure altering her balance and the weakening of her muscles, she stumbled and they were able to grab her by one of her excessive breasts and yank her off her feet. Whatever that drug was, Crowgirl's new tits were so sensitive, even being manhandled made her head spin.
"This new Toxin really is my magnum opus! Wouldn't you agree, this is an impressive 'drug bust?'" they gloated, squeezing Crowgirl's chest, drawing out a reluctant moan. "I think you're in line for a career change, wouldn't ya say, Birdboobs?"
Learning to deal with her new body to escape and kick that clown's teeth in would take time. Until then, Bryce had to make the most of her "new position" in the Jester Gang.
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Officer James Slater used to be just another cop propagating the broken policing system. He was temperamental, biased, and quick to use force as a solution toward anyone he perceived as a criminal.
Fortunately, after an attempted drug bust of a witch's apothecary shop, the shop owner decided the cop could be given a second chance.
It wasn't an easy process, of course. The incense permeating the shop seeped into the officer's head, letting years of criminal justice indoctrination disappear in wisps of smoke. Over a decade of schooling vanished alongside those lessons, but that was fine; better to be dumb and empathetic than ignorant and cruel.
The confused officer(?) looked around, drawn to a sweet-smelling cauldron of pink liquid. He knelt down and sipped from the surface, and the berry taste was so sweet, they quickly dunked their whole head in the liquid. As they drank, toxic masculinity melted away, along with any other masculine traits the officer once possessed.
As she drank, her firm muscles went soft and squishy, padded with healthy fat. Her hair went from a government crop cut to long, luscious locks. As Jamie gorged herself on the pink potion, weight pooled in her chest and ass until she pulled away and her body bounced and jiggled with even the tiniest movement.
Ex-Officer Jamie Slutter was pre-occupied with the zipper of her ill-fitting costume when the shopkeeper walked in. Her smile was kind when she explained (slowly) to Jamie that communities needed resources and unity rather than violent policing. Jamie eagerly agreed, devoting a bank account full of overtime pay to causes that actually served the community.
As for Jamie, with her new Mistress' guidance, she and her bouncy new body were excited for new ways she could properly service her community.
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Alex was exhausted as he walked in the door. The worn out, frustrated and more or less defeated teacher knew he should be excited. Not only was this another week down in what was proving to be an especially difficult school year, but it was now officially spring break. Which meant he could actually relax for a couple days, at least, before trying to catch up on his work. He wanted to be excited, but he was running on empty and needed to recharge his batteries before anything resembling excitement was possible.
He threw his bag down at the doorway and hung up his jacket. Some of the other teachers had gone out for a celebratory drink at a nearby pub but Alex was pretty sure that a beer would only put him to sleep right now so he decided to forego the event. Knowing his staff, there’d be another party (or two) in the coming days for him to attend once he felt a little more rested.
Heading into the kitchen, what he saw sitting on the table brought an immediate smile to his face. The purple bag of candy that had become something of a tradition for Alex and his wife, Briana.
“Bri?” he called out, “you home?”
The house was quiet which didn’t exactly surprise Alex; he typically beat his wife home from work. But he didn’t remember seeing the bag on the table when he left for work this morning. Then again, he hadn’t had his coffee yet so it wasn’t totally unreasonable that he just didn’t notice it in his sleep deprived state.
Now, though, the bag of chocolate eggs seemed to energize Alex a little. Briana had managed to surprise him and he was feeling an urge to repay the favour. Grabbing the bag from the table, he decided that he’d get started on the first batch. With any luck, he’d finish before she got home and Briana would get to come home to the smell of freshly baked cookies.
He turned the oven on and grabbed his laptop from the living room to pull up the recipe. He didn’t have the exact recipe that he and Briana used, but he found one that sounded close enough and went to work.
As the oven heated up, Alex got started on the cookies. When it came time to crush the chocolate eggs, Alex popped a few in his mouth. The candy gave him another little boost of energy as he rushed to get the dough ready. He worked with an extra spring in his step that he hadn't had in weeks, months even. Alex was so excited; he couldn't wait to see the look on Briana's face when she got home.
Finally, everything was mixed together and ready to go in the oven. Alex left the cookie dough covered beaters for Bri as an extra bonus. He wasn't really a raw cookie dough person, but he decided that he would enjoy a couple more of the chocolates.
His phone rang on the counter, shaking him from his highly-focused state. Looking over to it, he saw it was his wife. He smiled to himself before answering, "Hey babe, what's up?"
The greeting was met with a laugh, "Well, you sound way happier than you did this morning."
"It's spring break," Alex said, "besides, since when do you complain about me being in a good mood?"
"Oh no, not complaining. This is good! I just didn't expect it. Anyway, I'm just leaving now so I'll be home soon. Did you see what I left on the table?"
"Did I ever," he responded, a knowing smile as he glanced over at the bowl of cookie dough. "We making them tonight?"
"Yeah! I thought I'd get all cute and we could start the break by baking cookies and drinking wine," Briana giggled.
"It's a date! I better go freshen up then," he said, really just wanting to get back to the cookies. If she was just leaving work, he knew he would have probably just enough time to get the first batch done and cooled and put the second batch in.
"Alright, see you soon. Love youuu!"
"Love you too, see ya when you get home."
Hanging up the phone, Alex wasted no time getting back to work. He scooped the first batch onto the baking sheet and slid them into the oven. He set his timer and started to clean up a little.
A few minutes later, the chime of the timer told Alex his cookies were done. As soon as he opened the oven door, the wonderful smell of sweets bombarded him and filled the house with even more of that delicious aroma. He checked one of his creations to see how they held up and determined they were done. He threw them on the cooling rack before getting the second batch ready and putting them in. Finishing up some cleaning, Alex waited a couple minutes for the first ones to cool before finally getting to sample his wares.
"Oh wow, these are so good," he said, taking a bite into the still-warm cookie.
Then, as suddenly as seeing the bag of chocolate had energized him, another feeling entirely crashed into him like a tidal wave. But it wasn't the same exhaustion and tired, achy feeling that he had felt before; whatever this was, it felt kind of good.
“Whoa…” his head was spinning now. Alex tried to blink it away but he couldn’t shake the feeling. “I need to sit down.”
His head felt warm, the tingling sensation growing stronger as he brought his hand to his temples and rubbed them. It was then that he noticed that his short, brown hair was down to his shoulders. And it was getting lighter.
“What the hell?” he asked, looking down at his now caramel-coloured locks. Only they didn’t say that way for long. His hair was still growing, almost down to his chest at this point, and growing blonder by the second.
Other changes began to take hold. A similar feeling coursed through his body. An intense, pleasurable surge of heat rose inside of him. His chest burned as, suddenly, two volleyball-sized breasts appeared, sitting high and proud on his chest. His hands went to them quickly, a soft moan escaping his plumping lips as soon as the large, soft boobs were touched.
“Ohmygod…”
His body continued to change. His hips flaring out as his waist tapered in. His muscular legs melted into long, shapely ones that, coupled with how tiny his waist now was, truly highlighted the magnificent bubble his butt had swelled into.
He let out a breathy, lust-filled gasp as he felt the bulge in his pants disappear as he ceased being a “he” completely. Alex’s facial features continued to soften into feminine perfection as she brushed a stray strand of sunny blonde hair from her eyes.
“Wha-what just happened?” she squeaked, her voice a soft and cutesy melody. She barely had enough time to try and piece things together before another pleasurable wave washed over her.
“Ahhhh, again?”
She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples again before she felt something atop her head. Her hands briefly explored upwards before Alex stopped and rushed to the nearby mirror. Looking at her reflection, she couldn’t help but notice a pair of blonde bunny ears coming from her hair. Behind her, she felt a similar feeling above her booty as a bushy tail formed as well.
“Oh my gosh! So cute!” she squealed, feeling her new additions and surprised to find they were in fact real.
As she admired her new self, pastel-coloured highlights coated the tips of her hair, leaving flourishes of soft pinks, blues and greens among the blonde’s wavy mane. The change neared its finish as Alex’s ill-fitting clothes morphed into a pink bunnysuit and white sheer leggings. A matching pink bowtie appeared around her neck as cuffs wrapped around her wrists. Pink heels lifted the brand new bunnygirl a few inches off the ground.
Her mind swirled a final time as Alex became April. The former teacher forgot that life of stress as memories of her life as a sweet, kinda ditzy bunnygirl with a love for the sweeter things in life. She squeezed her thighs together as her libido rose, leaving her in a constant fog of arousal, adding to her airheaded nature. Her hands began to roam her shapely body absent-mindedly as she nibbled on her glossy pink lip before the oven’s chime, signaling that the second batch of cookies had completed, snapped her from her daze.
“Oh yay!” she cheered, skipping back towards the oven.
As she did, she heard the garage door open. Briana was home. April was now bouncing with excitement as she heard her wife come into the house.
“Oooh, it smells so good in here,” she called out.
April beamed her brilliant smile as she went to greet her “Bri-bun” with a massive hug, “Heya cutie, how was your day?”
Briana froze as the busty blonde broke from her hug, “Uh, who are you?”
“Oh you!” April giggled, “I’m your wife, silly!”
“But, that-. “
“Shhh, here! Have a cookie!” April said, presenting one of their delicious cookies seemingly out of thin air. “I wanted to surprise you!”
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A Retrospective Tarot Reading
Danielle was not the new age type. She considered herself a conservative realist; she was a good Christian, but she was grounded in the real world. She didn't believe in things like fortune-telling and magic, but her roommate Beth convinced her to give it a try. Danielle was always standoffish with other women, so this was her making an effort to make peace before graduation.
Her life was going well. She was finishing her business degree and she knew her boyfriend David was proposing during their next date night. Once he had his law degree, they would have a prosperous life as a power couple.
Everything was working out, but no one was one-hundred percent certain of the future. Despite finding the whole thing absurd, Danielle was sitting with a woman in a candle-lit shop, waiting for her first tarot reading.
"We're going to draw some cards to look into your Past."
Danielle scoffed, already annoyed by the dark-haired mystic. "I thought I was here to get a peek at my future?"
"Oh we will," she assured her in a low, playful tone. "But our past informs our future. Just relax and trust the process."
Typically combative, Danielle's body did relax and she decided not to put up a fuss. Maybe it was the incense in the air, but she was feeling receptive. At least she could hear the woman out.
"Let's start with the past week and work backward." The witch flipped the first card. "Eight of Cups."
"This card marks a change in direction. A woman walking away, choosing something new. You've been feeling a sense of disappointment and maybe it's time to accept when it's time to let go.
Danielle quirked an eyebrow, looking back to the past week. Her thoughts were smokey, like the wisps of incense in the air. When they reformed, she realized how right the woman was. She knew her boyfriend was thinking of proposing and that terrified her because she was teetering on the edge of breaking up with him! The relationship was getting smothering and she just wanted to take a risk, maybe for the first time in her life. "That's why I'm here," she admitted nervously.
The woman smiled, flipping the next card. "I know, dear. So let's read into your past year. We have... the Three of Cups."
"You've found community. A bond of sisterhood, perhaps, giving you a new understanding of yourself. A you that deserves to be celebrated."
Her final year of school... she was with her partner, but they were drifting apart. She did feel a strong connection with Beth as she helped Danielle through her doubts and troubles. She even invited Danielle into her Coven. Despite her disinterest in magic and witchcraft, the Coven was very supportive. In that safe space, Danielle was even starting to realize how much she valued the closeness of other women...
Lost in thoughts of those women, Danielle realized she missed something. "What?"
The witch chuckled, gesturing to the newly flipped card. "We're visiting the past four years of your life. To find introspection with this longer period in your life, we consult with The Empress and The Lovers."
"You've probably needed time to really embrace your femininity, haven't you? It's been a long journey embracing passion and empathy over practicality. You've nurtured your creativity, so now maybe it is time to create."
A long journey indeed. Danielle came from a family of wealth and business, but that world was so... cold. Brutal. Even her parents' politics rubbed her the wrong way now. She was lucky she found her Coven so early on; Beth and the other girls opened up her worldview.
She remembered the mousy conservative brunette she once was years ago, but she suddenly felt so distant. Even her body "accepted feminity," turning the beanpole into a late bloomer, filling out her figure with curves and a chest that people of all genders noticed.
Dani embraced her new life, embracing beauty. She remembered returning home to Connecticut with her hair dyed a vibrant blue and her nose pierced, among other less noticeable piercings. Her parents flipped out, but it was when she said she didn't want to join the exploitative family business that they kicked her out and she started staying with Beth.
"And with all this growth and acceptance of yourself, The Lovers might believe you're in the right place for a healthy love."
And my, was Beth there for her. She remembered some guy, David maybe? He tried hitting on her, probably thinking she was feeling vulnerable. He couldn't have been more wrong. Beth never rushed her, but she became a big part of Dani's life.
Thinking back to high school, maybe Dani had those moments where she kissed a female classmate on a dare, but the way she felt about Dani was deeper. Intimate. Sensual. She wanted a reading to help her sort out her big emotions, because Dani was starting to believe Beth was her soulmate.
But the stress of school and relationships were piling up, so Dani looked up, knowing she had one final card to flip. "I want to know how to be the best version of me for myself... and maybe for Beth."
The witch nodded knowingly. "You, my darling, are and have always been... The Fool."
"A card of new beginnings and opportunities. Maybe you're not always the brightest, but you still shine as a dreamer. You may be playful and unserious, but the Coven and I love that about you."
Dani took a deep breath, unable to resist the smile creeping up on her face. A serious, conservative upbringing never suited her. Her dad tried pushing her into a business degree, but Dani was never the schooling type. Education never sank in with her and classmates liked calling her a bimbo, but their teasing never bothered Dani.
Being unbothered was who Dani was. She may have dropped out, but that part of her journey brought her the Coven and Dani. Breaking contact with her family let Dani embrace creative ventures like baking, sculpting, and tattoo artistry.
She may have been a ditzy dummy when it came to books and math, but she understood beauty. Everyone in the Coven inevitably got inked at Dani's cozy little shop, but no one more than Dani herself. She was even wore less clothing, which would have terrified her conservative self. Dani was a beautiful canvas and each new piece of art on her was an adventure.
An adventure her fiancée Beth was happy to join her on. Dani leaned over the table, over the cards of her latest reading to give Beth a long kiss. Dani had already forgot why she wanted a reading in the first place, but it had her grinning from ear to ear, so it was clearly what she needed.
"Thank you, again babe! I'm gonna head up to the loft and get started on some strawberry cupcakes. Are you closing up your half of the shop soon?"
Beth ran her fingers through Dani's blue hair and smiled as memories of her old homophobic roommate faded from her own mind, replaced with her vibrant lover. "Absolutely. I wouldn't want to miss you baking."
Dani really was quite a sight in the private safety of their kitchen.
Tarot art is from the Light Seer Tarot deck, which I adore. Model is Riae Suicide.
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not to be a service top or whatever but literally nothing compares to dedicating yourself to someone else’s pleasure. nothing gets me going more than making someone cum. fucking them to the the point they’re out of their mind and riding their highs with them. even thinking about my own pleasure is a fucking disservice to the experience
i just want to reward you shamelessly. i want to make you cum until you cant think of anything other than me. im acting out of my own self interest to make you mine completely and i want you to know that
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