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Belle stood in front of her body-length mirror, admiring the work she put into her appearance. Her lush, brunette hair hung down past her shoulders with a light perm, while a thin layer of makeup highlighted the best qualities of her soft, feminine face. Eyeshadow to make her blue eyes pop, lipstick accentuating her lips' redness, and just enough blush to add some color.

She grinned, pursing her lips as she moved a hand to her mouth and blew a kiss at her reflection. "My Belleievers are going to love me tonight. This stream is going to be awesome!" She insisted out loud, partially in an attempt to convince herself she had some semblance of control over her own life. Belle then glanced down to her ample chest, wincing as she saw how swollen her breasts appeared. Her nipples were dark red and thicker than usual, sitting upon tits that had seemingly grown larger by the day. Even brushing them accidentally was enough to elicit an uncomfortable shock that swept through her upper body. "I need some new bras, don't I?" She muttered, sighing as she shook her head. Belle had been ruminating upon quite a lot recently and hadn't prioritized shopping for new clothes amidst how horrifying life had been lately.

Belle briefly contemplated whether she should go out to get a new bra before the stream but decided against it since she didn't have enough time. She would start in three hours and couldn't risk missing the start time. All thoughts of being forced to work on a farm or potentially turning into an awful beast disappeared, replaced by the more immediate concerns of the evening ahead. A sudden voice yelling from outside her room quickly grabbed her attention.

"Oh shit!!! Sophia bought cotton candy ice cream!" Daniela's voice yelled from somewhere down the hall. This was quickly followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.

Belle winced, remembering her dear friend's tendency not to respect boundaries. She grabbed a baggy tee shirt and pulled it on the right in time as her doorknob turned and the door swung open.

Daniela poked her head in, her black hair falling past her shoulders. "Yo, Belle!!! Come eat some of this ice cream with me or something. I'm bored as shit; tell me about some of that drama you've been dealing with or something," she insisted as her supple hips giddily swayed.

There was a momentary pause as Belle tilted her head. "I mean… Didn't she buy that for herself? Shouldn't we ask before eating her shit?"

Daniela rolled her eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "We can buy her more later or whatever. Why are you a stick in the mud about this?"

Belle was about to respond when her eyes locked on Daniela's heaving breasts. They strained against the fabric of her undersized women's tee shirt, ultimately giving Belle an idea. "Never mind that. I-- I need some help, actually," she stammered, turning red as a twinge of embarrassment rose.

"Out with it then; what do you want?" Daniela responded, crossing her arms.

Belle hesitated, shifting her eyes toward the floor as she took a slow breath. "My tits have been kind of-- I don't know. My bras don't fit, and I have a stream in an hour. Could you let me borrow some of your clothes? I'll buy you dinner or something later. I just really need your help," she weakly stated, tilting her head up to make eye contact with her friend.

"Hmmm…" Daniela thought for a moment and then smirked. "You've been lookin' kinda… Yeah-- ripe, I guess. What the hell is up with that anyway? Why are your titties going crazy like that?"

"I don't know, okay?? I just need some help! Please do me a favor, Daniela," she begged, growing upset as the time for her stream approached.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Let's go to my room. Come on," she waved, turning as she walked down the hallway.

Belle followed Daniela while attempting to keep her mind focused and free of anxiety. Her weird dreams and body changes weren't important now; her father's horribly unfair ultimatum was neither. The present was all that mattered. With every step, she gradually noticed how oddly her body moved. Her hips had a more noticeable sway than they used to. Her breasts heaved and bounced while her rotund rear jiggled and strained against the inadequate shorts pasted to her body. Much to Belle's dismay, the fabric covering her butt uncomfortably rode into her crack while the shape of her vulva imprinted upon the crotch. Thankfully, Daniela was in front, so she wouldn't notice if she adjusted. Belle hesitated before slipping a hand down to dislodge the shorts from her increasingly-agitated nethers. As she pulled at the cotton wedged in her cheeks, she inadvertently caused the garment to ride up into her feminine sex.

"Mmm--oooh!" Belle cried out as her shorts rubbed against her sensitive clit, causing a shock of painful pleasure to pulse within her pussy and up through her pelvis. Oh god-- why-- why is it so keen!? She lamented as her legs quivered. A thin layer of sweat broke out all over her body as a dull throb started at the base of her spine and atop her head.

Daniela turned her head, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Belle. "Girl… What the heck you doin' back there? Are you getting yourself off on the way to my room? Or do you need help or something?" She asked in a voice that showed only the mildest hint of actual concern.

An immense feeling of shame welled up within Belle, consuming the internet star as her face turned beet-red. "N-- No, I… I have a charlie horse-- it's a cramp…" She desperately responded, turning her head away while her body trembled.

Daniela was generally one to bask in the embarrassing and awkward moments of others but decided to let it go. "Fair enough, I guess. Come on already; you're moving too slow." She gestured with her hand and continued forward.

Finally, the two girls reached their destination. Daniela closed the door behind her and pulled her desk chair over. "Come on, sit down so I can figure out what I'm working with."

Belle blinked, casting a confused glance toward her friend. "I mean, can't you just show me your clothes and stuff? I can try them on in your bathroom or whatever." Her heart rate picked up as the throbbing atop her head and tailbone intensified. Simultaneously, her vagina ached and writhed, dripping hot lubricant as it seeped into her ill-fitted shorts. The shame within her grew. She wanted to retreat to her room and get some privacy as soon as possible. What are that pressure on my head and lower back? Hadn't she been through enough? It became hard to ignore the fact these changes were evolving and changing.

Daniela was having none of that. "If I'm going to help you, then I get to do it my way, okay?" The sly smirk on her face grew wider.

Belle hesitated before taking a seat. "Alright, fine-- what do you need me to do?" She meekly asked.

With a laugh, Daniela stepped forward and grabbed the hem of Belle's shirt. "I told you! I need to see what I'm working with." Before any protests could be made, she pulled the shirt up.

Belle let out a yelp. "H-- Hey!!" She cried, trying to protest as the shirt was forced off her body and thrown to the floor. "What are you doing!?"

"Woooah! Look at those!" Daniela let out a low whistle as she admired Belle's impressive mammaries. "They look ready to burst. How did your areola get so big?" She asked in a puzzled voice.

Belle tried to cover her chest but let out a small yelp as her nipples spasmed in response to the touch. "D-- Dammit!" She grunted, starting to pant as she pulled her arms away and tried to turn her body.

Daniela's eyes widened in shock as she watched. "No fucking way! Dude, what the hell?" She leaned over and put her hands on Belle's arms to stop her from trying to hide. "Is that milk coming out of your titties? Are you for real??"

The blood running through Belle's veins ran cold. What the hell did she just say? She looked down as a pang of abject horror shot through her body. She felt like the world would end that very moment. As her nipples continuously twitched and writhed, small trickles of creamy, white fluid leaked and slid down her chest. No-- not with HER watching-- fuck! She felt like she was about to cry. Why was this happening/"My-- my birth control… It-- it's doing this…" She choked out, now on the verge of tears, as she tilted her head away.

Daniela either didn't catch on to how mortified her friend was or didn't care. "Birth control or not, this is insane! I never saw someone squirt milk out because of birth control. You're not pregnant, are you?"

"N-- NO! Of course not!!!"

"Calm down! It was just a question, damn. I ain't judging, okay? Shit happens and all that," Daniela responded with a sigh, waving her hand. She gazed down at the traumatized streamer and rolled her eyes. "Come on, let me help you, okay?" With that, she walked to her dresser and started to rummage.

Belle took a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly as she told herself it would be okay. This was how Daniela behaved; she should have expected something like this to happen, right? It was part of the deal when interacting with her. She uncomfortably shifted and stared down at her swollen, leaky breasts. How long were they going to ooze like this? Deep down, she felt that it would never stop. That this was simply a precursor of events to come. I'm not really turning into an animal, am I? A wave of panic bubbled up within her chest and gradually permeated through every cell of her body. That fragmented dream was just due to her anxiety; it had to be. If she recalled correctly, it would be possible to undo the curse if she behaved and strived to be a better person. But how? Why am I entertaining this? She shook her head, wiping sweat from her brow. Magic wasn't real; none of this was real. She continuously cycled through stages of denial as the truth gradually set in.

While Belle sorted through her troublesome thoughts, a pair of hands suddenly appeared from behind and groped her ample melons. "A--Ahhh!" She let out a cry of shock as Daniela gave her breasts a squeeze, using her finger and thumb to push upward toward her nipples. "Mmmm---ooooh!" Belle moaned as two spurts of milk shot forward, flying a good four feet before hitting the ground. A bizarre burst of pleasure shot through her chest, reaching her pelvis as her vulva throbbed and ached in response. Oh god-- yes! Please don't stop, don't-- 

"Holy shit. You really are just like a cow now, aren't you?" Daniela let out a laugh as she pulled her hands away. "You even kinda sound like one when you moan like that. Did that actually feel good?" She asked in an accusatory tone.

Now completely mortified, Belle snapped back to reality. "WHAT THE FUCK!" She screamed, standing up from the chair as she turned to face Daniela with a furious look. "DON'T YOU DARE call me a fucking cow!" She yelled, shaking badly as her face flushed crimson.

Daniela took a step back, her expression uneasy. "Dude, relax; It was just a joke. You need to--"

"SHUT UP!" Belle howled, taking a step forward as she glared at Daniela. If looks could kill, this bedroom would be a crime scene. "Do I look like a goddamn animal!? Do I look like a fucking cow, Daniela!? I AM NOT an animal. I'm not a cow! I don't want to be fucking milked! Do you think I belong on a farm!? Huh??" Her words grew frantic as she rambled.

Daniela looked legitimately freaked out. "Dude-- what the hell?" She quietly asked, putting her hands up as a gesture of surrender. "What are you even talking about? Of course, you're not literally a cow. It was a freakin' joke. You need to chill."

"NO, you-- you can't just squeeze my tits like that. Why the fuck did you think that was okay? I'm going through so much shit right now, and you violate me and make fun of me! I'm not a goddamn cow, do you understand m--" Another jolt shot through her breasts as her nipples quivered and spasmed. "Mmm--oooh!" Ecstasy momentarily consumed Belle as milk dribbled out from the hardened, pink points. "Mmm-- n--nooo!" She wailed, shaking her head. "I'm not… I-- I'm not…" Belle stammered, trying to regain her composure. Was this another one of those nightmares? She desperately hoped to wake up and see this was all just an awful work of fiction.

Daniela just stared, horror and confusion plastered across her face. "Ummm… here-- take these, okay?" She pointed to a pile of clothing she had set on top of her dresser, bra included.

Belle panted, her ass, vulva, and breasts aching while her ass crack again began to suck in the tight, moist fabric. Oh god, what am I doing? What's wrong with me? She stared at Daniela desperately, trying to catch her breath while her heart rate refused to slow. After a minute, she shakily stepped forward and grabbed the clothes. "I'm going to my room," she said in a wavering voice before quickly leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

Belle did her best to forget what just happened, wiping tears from her face as she continued forward. "My stream… Focus on my stream…" She muttered, repeating those words in her head over and over. Every step she took felt heavier than the last. A peculiar tingle erupted within her rear and breasts, followed by a stretching sensation. "Ugggh…" Her shorts grew more and more uncomfortable as she closed in on her bedroom, chafing horribly as her pussy convulsed and throbbed. By this point, the sticky, damp fabric uncomfortably rubbed against her engorged clit with every step. "Fuck-- why is this happening?" She pleaded, her voice going up a few octaves. "Mm--oooooh…" Her ass jiggled more aggressively while the sway in her hips grew more pronounced. It felt like these shorts fit worse than they did ten minutes ago. Likewise, her chest strained ever so slightly against the baggy shirt. "Ahh!" Her sensitive nipples brushed upon the fabric, aching as they protested even the slightest touch. "Just a bit further," she choked, biting her lip as she made it to her room and opened the door.

Once Belle secured her privacy, she tossed her new clothes onto the floor and moved her trembling hands down to grab the waistband of her shorts. "Mmmm…" She let out a low moan as the shorts descended and dislodged from every nook and cranny. A pleasurable tingle consumed her nethers as they peeled away from her sweat-drenched flesh. Finally, the cotton separated her vulva with a sticky sound, resulting in a tiny orgasmic burst that shot through her unnaturally sensitive clit. "Mmm--oooooh!" Belle moaned as the garment dropped to the floor. Why did everything either hurt or feel so fucking good? It made no sense to her.

"I need to regain my composure-- fucking hell…" Belle growled, carefully removing her shirt before walking over to her bed and flopping into it. The last fifteen minutes swirled in her head; she wanted to cry and scream, but the hot sensation between her legs was too distracting. Without thinking, the now-nude Belle spread her legs and slid a hand down her abdomen. The only coherent thought string she could grasp was the one begging for physical release.

Belle's lithe fingers slid through her moist folds as she let out a squeal of delight. A second later, she found her clitoris and began rubbing it in slow circles. A powerful, orgasmic burst immediately erupted from her loins and shot through her pelvis. "Mmm--OOOOoooh!" She moaned in delight. Yes-- this feels so fucking good. This is what I needed! Her whole body shook as she continued to rub herself and let out a series of lewd moo-like moans. A flurry of disjointed images flashed through her mind; Bret with an inhumanly large bull cock, eating grass while on all-fours, and a skillful pair of hands groping her chest while creamy liquid shot from her nipples.

Amid her furious masturbation session, a little thought welled up within her. I'm not a fucking cow. I shouldn't be thinking about these things. She felt a deep shame mixed with her growing delight as more orgasms rolled over Belle's writhing, curvaceous form. She pleaded with herself to stop, to not give into these disgusting thoughts. I need to pull my hand away, I need to… I need to… Her mind grew hazy; Belle lacked the willpower to stop as she moved a free hand up to massage and rub her breast.

"Mmmmooooo!" She loudly moaned as a ripple of euphoric sensations washed through her chest and swollen vulva, completely consuming Belle. Her mind went completely blank, unable to process information as the all-consuming pleasure blocked out all else.

As the waves or bliss died down, exhaustion overtook Belle. Before she could ruminate over what just happened, she ultimately spaced out for a while, laying in a half-dream state as her worries melted away into the warm, fuzzy afterglow of a satisfying masturbation session. If she were more lucid, she would be questioning why she kept getting distracted whenever she began to question the odd things happening to her.

"Fuck…" Belle muttered, quickly getting out of bed. She had to focus. She would pour her heart and soul into this stream and was determined to make it a night to remember. It wouldn't take long before she realized the true gravity of her actions today.

CHAPTER END

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