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"Damn-- where've you been my whole life?" The man asked with a stupid grin plastered across his face. As he approached Laura, his eyes hungrily scanned her swollen, wet form.
Grace felt frustration, disgust, and arousal surge through her body. It would be evident to anyone watching that this guy was an asshole looking for a hot piece of ass to fuck. Her first instinct was to tell this guy to take a hike; she was enjoying a day out with her friends while simultaneously dealing with some rather pressing body issues. On the other hand, just look at him. He was tall, well-muscled, handsome, and carried a significant degree of natural male swagger.
Maybe he could help relieve some tension in my tits,Grace mused as a stupid smile appeared on her first. She quickly snapped back to reality and shook her head while cursing herself. "H-- Hey, I'm not interested! I'm here with my friends; they're in the bathroom right now," she stammered while trying to maintain her composure; losing her cool wouldn't help the situation.
"Uh huh," replied the man with a shrug of his shoulders. "The name's Brock; are you really here with your friends? You're a big girl; I'm sure they wouldn't care if you made a decision for yourself and spent time with me instead," he gave her a wink as he closed in, standing only a couple of feet away. His eyes looked down as he let out a low whistle. "You sure you're just here to have fun with friends? There's no way a girl would wear such a tight fit if she just wanted to hang out. If you're not dressing for comfort, you must be looking for something else," Brock smirked.
Laura blinked, following Brock's line of sight down to her breasts, threatening to pop out from the top of her dress at any moment. Each impressive globe glistened with sweat and creaked within its fabric confines. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she carefully crossed her arms over her chest, being as careful as she could not to rub her sensitive, engorged nipples. "I-- I'm not looking for anything like that!!! I just put on some weight, so this doesn't fit as well as it used to; I'm buying new clothes today." Wait, why was she even explaining it? "It doesn't matter. I don't owe you any explanation; just leave me alone," she spat, turning her head while silently begging for Elly and Joanna to return.
Brock scowled for a split second before smiling once again. He quickly glanced behind him and scanned the hall. No one was in the direct line of sight, and he felt pretty cocky. "Come on, I was watching you. I see the way you carry yourself-- that look in your eye. You're horny and need a man, right? I'm not a selfish man; I'll be happy to make sure you have a great night." He placed a hand on her shoulder, tracing his fingers up toward her neck.
"H-- Hey…" Laura's immediate instinct was to scream and slap this playboy, but her body refused to react in the way she wanted. Instead, a hot tingle shot through her supple body before settling in her breasts and throbbing nethers. The small voice in her that begged for sexual release got louder, urging her to reconsider. Jose was a loser; I got nothing from going home with him. Wouldn't it be okay to enjoy an evening with a proper man? Laura's mind raced as her heart rate picked up, her nipples aching as they desperately strained against the inadequate fabric of her bra and sundress. "No, I--... I n-- noooo…." The sound rolled from her lips, growing drawn out as the image of a massive bull cock appeared in her head. The throbbing at the base of her spine and on top of her head intensified as her tail and horn nubs grew out another couple of millimeters. Her swollen tits and ass responded in turn, gradually swelling further.
Brock's grin widened upon seeing his prey's reaction. He had seen that look before, making him an excited man. It was hard to put his finger on why, but he had a good feeling about this one. "This excites you, doesn't it? You're a top-tier babe, so you have a good sense about men." He slid his hand over her hip, gently tracing the contour of her shapely side.
Laura shuddered, closing her eyes tightly as she opened and closed her mouth, unable to utter a word of protest. No, I hate this-- I don't want this, she begged, trying as hard as she could to hate this awful man. But Brock surely knew his way around titties, right? Having him latch on and suck out all her creamy, delicious milk wouldn't be much convincing. In an instant, she recalled milking one of her beloved cows in the past-- the sounds she made when having her engorged udders emptied. It must have felt terrific, huh? Laura's sweaty rear gradually grew, and her panties rode up into her moist, sensitive folds. When she shifted ever so slightly, the damp cotton rubbed against her clit and sent an electric shock through the core of her body. "Ahhh…" Her eyes glazed over from the combination of physical sensation and tantalizing thoughts. "Maybe… Maybe you could--" her eyes widened. "No, no-- I hear them finishing-- in the-- the bathroom… I can't…" Laura pleaded, pulling away from Brock's touch. She was utterly overwhelmed due to the sheer amount of sensory input and stimulation she was undergoing this very second. Her breasts and crotch ached and throbbed while she secreted buckets of sweat. At the same time, she couldn't stop thinking about bull cock, getting milked, and myriad other desires that overwrote any semblance of reason within her.
Brock decided this cow of a woman was worth playing the long game for; he didn't doubt that she would make for a great evening. "Hey now, I'm a gentleman. You're uncomfortable and out with your friends, so let's just exchange info and catch up later," he insisted as he pulled out his phone. "What's your number? I'll send you a text." Brock would make sure he got her actual number.
Laura quickly pulled out her phone without thinking, feeling unnaturally thrilled by his proposition. She wanted a good fucking but didn't want to abandon her friends; meeting up later wouldn't be a bad idea, right? "I guess that would be fine," she meekly stated, shifting uncomfortably from the escalating severity of her wedgie.
Half a minute later, Joanna stepped out and saw the casanova strolling away from Laura, who had a dumb yet giddy look plastered across her face. She raised an eyebrow in response. "Did you exchange info with that guy?" She asked, glancing over to the phone still held in Laura's hand.
Laura blinked, snapping back to reality as she turned to face Joanna and Elly, who walked out of the restroom a moment later. "You guys keep talking about dudes all day! Aren't I allowed to find a booty call?" Laura playfully responded, turning her head with an exaggerated huff. Despite playing it cool, adrenaline completely enveloped Laura. She forced herself to chuckle as she turned to smile back at her friends.
Elly nodded with a small laugh. "I mean, fair enough. He looks pretty hot in a traditionally masculine way, so all the more power to you." She patted her friend's shoulder, giving her blessing.
"Enough of that-- let's get something to cover you before you attract more predators," Joanna snorted, looking over Laura's perspiration-soaked body. "There's a shop right over here."
Laura suddenly felt self-conscious as she glanced down and then nodded her head. "Yeah, I don't know what's up with me today…" She muttered, very carefully crossing her arms as they walked off together.
After a brief shopping session, Laura entered the dressing room with some freshly purchased clothing. Her breathing had grown labored by this point as her body trembled. She shakily reached her hands down and grabbed the hem of her sundress, pulling it up as it slowly peeled away from her body with a sticky sound. The dress was supposed to be somewhat baggy, so the tight fit was of mild concern. She sighed and forced those skeptical thoughts away as she lifted the skirt over her head and tossed it into the dressing room corner. As the cool air caressed her steamy form, a sensation of utter relief permeated every cell of her body. "Ahhhh…" She purred, taking a moment to decompress. After a few seconds, her panties and bra discomfort grew too frustrating to ignore as her ass crack and swollen nipples screamed for sweet freedom.
Laura winced, grumbling under her breath as she glanced at the mirror. Her ass and tits had a noticeable jiggle when she just slightly moved her body. Despite the rotund softness of her generous chest mounds and butt, they remained Persky and well-shaped. The immediate feeling of concern that flared up within Laura receded, making way for a strange sense of pride. Look how hot I am! A dumb smile spread across her face as she slipped her hands back to undo her bra. By this point, her areolas poked out from each cup, uncomfortably squeezed behind a prison at least a size and a half too small.
"C-- Come on, almost there…" Her hands shook as she cursed and fiddled with her bra's hooks. It was so tight that stripping down proved a cumbersome and arduous task. As she tried desperately to free her tits, the bra grew more compressed and more uncomfortable by the second, generating a slight pang of panic within Laura. I need this off NOW.
Her nipples spasmed and throbbed in pain as creaking sounds echoed off the walls. The straps started to rip as the elastic straps sunk further into her raw flesh, causing Laura to let out little yelps and whimpers as she frantically moved her fingers. "C-- Come on! Ahhhh!" She let out a small cry as her bra came undone at the seams. A few tears of frustration streamed from her face as she made one last effort to unhook herself.
Rrrrrrip!
The bra suddenly ripped open multiple times, her tits exploding free from their imprisonment as they sprang forth into the cool air. As this happened, they twitched and spasmed, spurts of creamy white milk spraying from each teet in small bursts. "Mmm--oooooh!" Waves of orgasmic bliss flowed through each milk bag as fluid continued coating the mirror in front of her. This should have been an awful and horrifying experience, but Laura could only think of how much sweet relief she had been granted. She had been so pent up and engorged, but now the tension broke.
All rational thought slipped away, completely overwhelmed by the all-consuming, euphoric bliss that crept through her body and down her limbs. Laura's legs quaked as her clitoris erupted in a sympathetic burst of orgasmic delight, joining her breasts in the throws of sexual release. "Mmmooooohh!" Laura let out a low moan, reaching a hand up as she squeezed her left tit, slowly massaging it as she let out tiny squeals and dribbles of milk started to ooze between the cracks of her fingers.
This is wrong-- I shouldn't be lactating! I shouldn't be growing, I sho-- shouldn't… Her internal voice of dissent washed away in the torrent of overpowering physical sensation wracked the entirety of her being. Without thinking, she moved both hands downward and quickly dislodged her panties from her moist crack and vulva, squealing and making lewd noises as the wet garment separated from her body and crumpled to the floor. As soon as the crotch of her undies pulled away, another potent zap pierced her clit, causing Laurs to shake and fall backward. Thankfully, the wall was right there to support her curvaceous, wobbling frame.
"Mmmmoooooh…" Her moans grew raspy as she shakily moved her left hand back to fondle her breast while her right hand slid between her legs, pushing through her soaking-wet labia. She let forth an excited squeal as she found her sensitive nerve bundle, giving it a gentle pinch. Waves of pleasure shot through Laura, cascading through her sultry, sensual body as she pinched her nipple in a way that mirrored her clitoris. Trickles of opaque liquid seeped from her swollen teat as sweat beaded on Laura's curvaceous frame and dripped to the floor.
Do I have something I could put in me? She thought in desperation, scanning the small dressing room with wild eyes. When Laura found nothing adequate, an irrational feeling of anger surged through her. If she had just gone home with Brock, to begin with, she could be in the throes of passion this very second; surely her friends would have understood, right? As these irrational thoughts danced across her brain, a sudden knock at the door caused her to help and jump in surprise.
"Hey-- are you okay in there?" Elly's concerned voice called out. "You've been there in a while, and you're making noises like you're maybe in pain or something."
Laura's face turned bright crimson as she pulled her hands away, breathing heavily as her impressive tits jiggled from the motion. Her lust-fueled excitement faded into the dark, cold iciness that descended through her chest upon realizing how little control she had over her impulses. Fuck-- what the hell is wrong with me? She cursed herself, closing her eyes tightly. "Elly-- yeah! You saw how sweaty and uncomfortable I was. I got one of those charlie horse cramps and needed a minute to get past the pain. You know what I mean?" She asked in a shaky voice.
There was a pause behind the door before Elly finally responded. "Yeah… That makes sense, I suppose; I'm sorry to hear that. Joanna and I are hungry and want to get some food. Will you be much longer?"
Laura felt a sense of relief, knowing that Elly wouldn't ask any further questions. She either bought the excuse or simply refused to push the point further; either way, she wouldn't complain. "Sounds good! I'll be out in like two minutes."
"See you soon then! Let me know if I can do anything for you," responded Elly as she walked off to join Joanna.
Laura's heart rate and breathing slowed as she looked at the mirror with a disturbed look. Milk slid down the glossy surface and formed a small puddle on the floor. How the hell was she producing this much milk? She vaguely remembered her dream from before and shook her head. Birth control or weird hormones, maybe? She knew it was much more, but denial was easier than the truth. I couldn't really be turning into a cow, right? The thought was disturbing but also somewhat enthralling. Cows lived such an easy, guilt-free life, didn't they? She quickly shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the day ahead. Without wasting any more time, she grabbed the sweaty dress from the floor and used it as an impromptu towel, cleaning her breast fluid up as much as possible.
Shortly after, Laura left the dressing room wearing somewhat baggy jeans and a light-weight, black cotton hoodie that helped hide her body. Under the hoodie, she wore another shirt. Since her bra completely snapped, she decided to obscure herself and worry about bra shopping when she wasn't out with friends. "Hey! Sorry about the wait!" She waved, catching up to her companions. Laura had ultimately thrown out her dress, panties, and the remnants of her old bra, deciding to purchase and wear new undies instead.
"No problem," responded Joanna. "You look more comfortable now, so that's good. What do you want to eat, by the way?" It had been mutually decided not to ask Laura too many questions about how strange she had been acting.
Laura thought for a moment. "There's an Indian restaurant attached to the mall we could check out. What do you guys think?"
After a minute of discussion, they agreed that Indian sounded like a good plan. Who could say no to butter chicken after all?
Joanna and Elly chatted as the group closed in on the restaurant while Laura found her eyes wandering. Every time she saw a remotely attractive male, a spark of excitement pulsed from between her legs and washed through her body. She found herself imagining how well endowed each man might be, mentally noting which ones she deemed more likely to be packing serious heat. Laura didn't understand why, but some men smelled better than others, giving off a peculiar, musty scent that tantalized her nostrils and excited her. The more pungent the odor, the more likely she deemed that they would have a thick, meaty cock.
Her eyes locked onto a tall and muscular African-American man as her eyes widened in excitement. A glazed expression spread across Laura's face, soon accompanied by a dumb grin. His scent was incredible; it made her heart swoon and her sex scream out for even the faintest hint of sexual release. She started to break away from her group to head toward him when she saw the man approach a woman, pull her into his arms and kiss her. She started to sweat again, her rotund tits and rear wobbling and heaving with every labored step.
"Hey, babe! You can't keep disappearing on me like that," the man grinned, starting to speak with the girl.
Laura winced, feeling a pang of immense anger and frustration. That bitch doesn't deserve a man like that. She lamented her misfortune, continuing to walk with her two friends. Another eatery caught her eye as they closed in on the Indian restaurant. A banner read 'Evergreen: Grand Opening!' while strangely alluring fragrances wafted out through the open door. She broke away from the group once again and approached the menu displayed out front, quickly finding, much to her delight, that this establishment was a salad bar. That would explain the earthy scent begging for her to come and feast. Her tailbone and head ached as she fantasized about enjoying an incredible salad lunch. It was also growing more difficult to lug around her impressive tits and ass; she would very much like to sit and take a break.
Joanna sighed, rolling her eyes once she realized Laura was distracted again. "What are you looking at, girl? Can you focus for two minutes?" She noticed her staring at the menu and then glanced toward the banner. "Evergreen? Do you want to eat here, Laura?" She plainly asked.
Before Laura could respond, Elly chimed in. "Actually… I didn't want to say anything, but I'm trying to keep my weight down, so I'd prefer to eat here myself. If we eat Indian, I'm going to gorge myself on tikka masala and, like, ten pieces of naan."
A sense of relief welled up within Laura as she silently thanked Elly. "Yeah! I'm with Elly on this… If you haven't noticed, my clothes were a tad tight today. I also need to watch my figure, so let's get some salad!" As she spoke, she began to salivate. The small tail nub stuck out behind her swished back and forth while still hidden beneath the fabric of the baggy hoodie.
Joanna huffed and crossed her arms. "I wanted to splurge today, but I know when I'm outnumbered." She walked forward and looked at the menu. "Hmm… Well, it's not just salad. Looks like I can still be a pig if I want to," she smirked and let out a small laugh. "Let's go then."
The three agreed as they walked into the salad bar and went to the counter, opting for the all-you-can-eat dine-in option instead of paying by weight for takeout. After spending, the three girls found a table near the back and claimed it as their own. A bright grin spread across Elly's face as she stretched and let out a content sigh. "Alright, ladies. Let's get some grub."
Laura shifted her eyes between the few patrons eating at tables scattered about the restaurant. She counted six other tables with people seated and around fifteen other than her party. After feeling self-conscious earlier, she wanted to avoid as many prying eyes as possible. She shook her head and cleared her mind of worrying thoughts before walking to the soda fountain. "Okay, maybe I should start with a drink…" She mumbled, reviewing her options. Laura tried her best to figure out her beverage choice but was distracted by the verdant scents from the nearby buffet counter. Saliva pooled in her mouth and dripped from the corner as her heart rate picked up. Laura recalled a few days prior when she devoured a wonderful, grassy meal with her beloved cows. The smell and taste of that grass had been richer and more fulfilling than any well-prepared steak or perfectly baked macaron she had ever consumed.
Her head turned as she stared longingly at the vegetarian banquet that awaited her. How was she supposed to think about getting a drink when she was this hungry? She looked back at the soda fountain and pursed her lips, letting out a low sigh. I can get a drink later, she reasoned, taking a hesitant step back before briskly walking toward the buffet. As she approached, the fragrance intensified, causing her heart rate to rise as a torrent of adrenaline-fueled hunger boiled up within her.
"Yeah-- this is what I need," she whispered, the corners of her mouth contorting into an almost crazed grin. Laura raised a trembling hand to wipe the saliva from her mouth before grabbing a plate and getting ready to fill her plate. She immediately reached for tongs and started to pile carrots and celery onto her plate before moving down slightly to a mix of salad greens. "Spinach… Lettuce, kale…" She mumbled, considering her options as she ultimately settled on piling all three options onto her plate. As she continued to pile veggies and greenery onto her dish, her body's heart rate and breathing grew more erratic. Sticky drools dripped from both corners of her mouth, unceremoniously dripping to the ground below. "Mmm--ooooooh…" Laura let out a low moan as she fantasized about using her mouth to grind the vegetation into a pulp while the scent and flavor consumed her senses. In another minute or two, she would be experiencing ecstasy.
Laura sped up, quickly shoveling an excessive amount of veggies onto her plate before turning to walk toward her table. The overly rotund nature of her ass made it difficult to keep herself steady. Sweat again began to coat her swollen form, causing her brand new panties to gradually lodge themselves into her ass crack and vulva. Not again… She cursed her misfortune, doing her best to stay focused as she neared the table. It seemed she was the first one back.
She put one foot in front of the other, ignoring the throbbing from her breasts and clitoris as they continued to act up. "Almost there… Almost there…" She took shallow breaths, walking with her plate as she closed in. In another ten or so steps, she will be at the end of her arduous journey.
As if cursed, Laura suddenly stumbled as her foot descended. She let out a yelp and staggered forward, nearly falling as her plate flung forward along with her food. A shower of greenery and vegetables splattered across the floor, a lone cherry tomato rolling under an empty table. Laura's heart nearly stopped as she stared at the mess with wide eyes. Some of the other patrons looked over and muttered while silently offering condolences over the situation.
Rather than rage, Laura felt something else. Her mind went completely blank as a flurry of images flooded her head. Big bull cock, eating with her cow pals, being milked. All of it combined with the insatiable hunger that ravaged her. When she ate with the cows, she was on her hands and knees, surrounded by delightful, mooing beings that knew nothing but happiness as they fulfilled their carnal desires. I need to eat. This is my dinner-- my… My feast… She shook as she walked forward and slowly descended to her knees. Once on the floor, Laura placed her palms on the ground with the mess of food spread out on the floor directly in front.
The patrons gave Laura a funny look and started to whisper louder. An elderly woman piped up from a table near the middle of the dining hall. "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need help?" She asked with a hint of concern.
Laura didn't respond or even realize anyone was talking to her. Spit dribbled from her mouth as her head descended toward the ground. "Mmmm… Oooooooh…" Laura uttered a moo-like moan as her entire body trembled. She opened her mouth and took a piece of kale and a carrot into her mouth, chewing in slow motions as she chewed her meal straight off the floor.
The elderly woman gasped, followed by cries of disgust and concern from other patrons as they realized what Laura was doing. A young man walked over to Laura, looking confused and disgusted. "Miss-- what are you doing? You can't eat off the floor like that." He stood awkwardly, not really having a plan of any kind; what did someone do in a situation like this? Maybe this woman was having a mental breakdown of some sort.
Laura completely ignored the man near her and the chattering from around the room, instead opting to take more mouthfuls of food into her mouth, rhythmically chewing as she did so. She couldn't stop herself; the hunger consumed all, leaving no room for anything resembling coherent thoughts. This dinner is meant for me. I deserve this-- I earned this meal, she told herself as she gleefully ate. The tail nub at the base of her spine creaked and grew a little more, swinging back and forth beneath the fabric as waves of euphotic delight consumed her.
Joanna noticed the commotion and trotted toward the table without a plate. When she saw Laura, her eyes widened in horror. "WHAT THE FUCK!" She screamed, putting a hand over her mouth in horror. "No-- Laura, what the HELL are you doing!?" She felt mixed anger and worry as she reached down and grabbed Laura's shoulder. "Get off the damn ground!" She pulled, attempting to separate Laura from her food.
"N-- NOOO!!!" Laura screamed in pure anger, turning her head. "This-- this is my lunch! This is MY food! You can get your own!" She nearly growled as her body trembled. She then turned her attention back to the floor and continued eating, undeterred by the protests of those around her.
Joanna was taken back, slowly stepping away from Laura as she stared with her jaw hanging open in abject horror. How was she supposed to react to this? Laura had been acting weird all day, but this was too much.
Patrons began to briskly leave the establishment as Elly returned and watched the scene from a safe distance. She put a hand on her head and opened her mouth to say something before stopping. After Laura's outburst at Joanna, what could Elly do to help in this situation? All she could do was watch the terrible scene unfold with an uncomfortable pit in her stomach. "Laura…" She whispered, closing her eyes tightly.
"Mmmmooooo…" Laura let out another low moan, speeding up her pace as she ate even more ravenously. A small voice in the back of her head screamed that this was wrong. That this was disgusting and unnatural. She would get kicked out of the mall and humiliate her friends. However, her primal urges could not be so quickly repressed. Laura needed this more than she needed anything else.
An obese man with a handlebar mustache waddled out of the back, wearing a manager tag that read 'ROY' in bold letters. He wore a look of unfettered rage as he walked toward Laura. "Ma'am! You need to leave. NOW! You are frightening my patrons! Security has already been called!" The man shouted. All the while, a young female employee stood twenty feet away, trembling as she held a broom and dustpan. She was supposed to clean the mess but was too scared to get close.
Joanna took Elly's hand and began to pull her away. "We already paid, so we're getting the fuck out of here. I wouldn't give a shit if Laura was having a mental breakdown or what. I can't fucking deal with this; let security drag her away," she curtly stated, turning her head away from Laura as she walked away.
Elly cast a pained look toward Laura, feeling a semblance of guilt. Laura was having some kind of horrible mental breakdown, right? But she also screamed at Joanna and refused to listen to reason. As much as she hated to admit it, Joanna was right. "I'm sorry, Laura…" She whispered, turning her head away as she left with Joanna. It wasn't like they could do anything in this situation.
"Mmmm-- oooooh…." Laura's body trembled as her nipples led and dampened her cotton hoodie. She then leaned in and sucked a piece of celery into her mouth while gluttonously chewing. There was no reasoning with her now.
CHAPTER END
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