>Be farmer working on the farm. (What else would you be doing?)
>Enjoying a tall glass of cold milk, watching the cows play and talk with each other.
>A rainbow of multi-colored anonymoo cowgirls are all enjoying themselves...except for one.
>Your "green" ribbon, you like to call it.
>Hooked up to a special diet, her milk refined, you purchased her from a different farmer at the time who had completely blipped off the radar.
>Seriously, he just up and went.
>Oh well, good deal at the time, only left you with one warning-
>"DO NOT DRINK RAW MILK. ALWAYS REFINE. DO NOT DRINK LEFTOVERS FROM REFINING PROCESS."
>Unsure of what he meant by that, you decide to follow the orders and hook Anonymoo up to the milking machines as you perused the catalogs for a good refinery.
>Weeks later, you're rolling in cash for some of the healthiest, best-tasting, milk in the state.
>Of course, running this jig doesn't come without a catch.
>As anonymoo girls are a little bit bigger and tougher than the average human, despite their docility, they'll hold you down for days at a time if they become sexually active.
>Hence why you've sealed the house airtight and tinted the windows so nobody could see inside, as you choked the rooster.
>Seriously, their bodies were something to look at, like porn stars but all the fat went to their ass, hips, and breasts.
>But Anonymoo took it even farther.
>She was ostracized by the others for being so large and being your favorite, so as a result she's always by herself or with you.
>Wondering if that would cause any major problems, you begin to spy on her.
>For the most part, she was extremely docile, but unlike the other girls, she was...curious?
>You hadn't heard of a cowgirl exploring herself until now, and the only reason that it was happening is because of her immense girth.

>So fat, all the curves in the right places, it appeared that the two-pieces she came with, no matter how stretchy they were, also doubled as being incredibly uncomfortable.
>That was the first sign, you took heed of that.
>The second sign was something you completely missed, and would lead you down a rabbit hole that only someone with Olympic-strength legs could climb out of.
>Waking up one idyllic morning, you move the curtains to the side to discover a surprise that rocks your world.
>She's socializing. Or attempting to socialize, despite the rest of the rainbow angrily mooing at her.
>Her entire body shimmies about and she looks like she's about to cry.
>Rushing outside, you scold the girls and listen to them through the electronic translator.
>There's too many of them to talk to at once, and without warning, loud crashing sounds can be heard coming from Moo's shed.
>You quiet down the rambunctious skittles and rush over to the shed.
>Inside, Moo's shaking mass is nowhere to be found.
>That is, until the door closes behind you.
>Somehow, someway, Moo had managed to hide most of her mass behind the barn door and stacks of hay.
>She's knocked the hay bales over, and is hurriedly stacking them in front of the door.
>You're about to scold her for doing so as you look around the room and your voice drops midway when you see the state of the other door.
>A metal bar is warped and bent around, grip marks embedded into it.
>You can only begin to get an inkling of what might be going on.

>Slowly turning back around leaves you face to belly of the Green Behemoth.
>She's sobbing and crying, but it's slowly turning from a frown to a content smile...and back to a smile/frown which you've only seen from the other female farmers when they planned to "knock you out" of the competition last year.
>With incredible grace and agility, her giant body heaves forward as she picks you up and hugs you.
>The soft skin mashes into your body, and you can't seem to get out of the teddy bear hug.
>Stuck like that for the next 30 minutes, you quietly talk it out with the gigantic cowgirl, trying to reason with her and whatnot.
>Finally, resting your head against her bosom, you hear a violent, deep, gurgling sound.
>It's like someone's stomach was rumbling with bubbling liquid, except this liquid you're hearing moving around is quite unusally thick.
>Normally, the milk is thick, but thins out later in the process. The girls outside are also quite normal too, but this is something that's putting you off a bit more than needed.
>Her inverted nipples begin to poke out further, the areola widening and darkening as she begins to secrete the life-giving milk.
>It's thick, heavy, dripping to the ground in syrupy slaps.
>You look up to let her know it's milking time, but her face is blank, devoid of any emotion.
>Suddenly, it adds up.
>The tight clothing.
>The incident outside.
>The locked up barn.
>She wanted you and nothing else.
>"Now, Anonymoo, I don't know what you think you're up to, but you need to stop it."
>She continues to look at you, the corners of her mouth turning up into a small smile.
>"NOW."
>You reinforce the last bit of your command in hopes that she'll listen, but it's too late.

>Before you can cry out a yell of help, she's pushing your head closer to her nipples.
>Remembering the warning of the original farmer, you do everything in your power to keep your mouth closed.
>The stiff, but plump rod presses against your face, splattering you with churned milk, dribbling down your clothes, and splattering Moo's arms.
>This goes on for a couple of seconds before she gets the idea of drowning you in a white tide.
>Shifting her grip around, you find yourself face to face with both overactive nipples.
>But you're one step ahead. Sucking in the largest breath you can take, you hold your breath in for the coming wake.
>She sees this and angrily, but in a cute way, begins to moo at you.
>It would be cute, that is, if she wasn't hellbent on making you drink her raw milk at the moment.
>She starts to shake with increased fury, her entire body wobbling.
>Finally, the sweat from her body has built up enough for you to attempt to escape.
>Tossing and turning around in her slippery grip, you're tumbling about in a green storm that is Anonymoo.
>She's furious, quaking and jiggling the entire time.
>This goes on for hours, with you even managing to escape her grasp and run around.
>Like a game of Cow and mouse, you dart between wood pillars and equipment in an attempt to avoid the Breastly Beast.
>She narrowly gets you at times, but as time goes on, she begins to slow down.
>Not from the constant running though, that's your end.
>Her mammaries have stopped leaking, in fact, they look inflamed. Tight. Swollen.
>Have they shut closed?
>She heaves around the globular blobs of milk-flesh, slowed down by them, trying to catch you.
>Finally, she gets and idea.
>Swinging down to her knees, not because they sag, but because of the sheer size, they are, she jumps.
>You're caught out in the open, and you have no idea what she's trying to-
>Oh shit.

>Coming back down from the small leap, she leans forward pressing her breast as hard as she can.
>The nads swell up, veins bulging under the skin, goosebumps rising like rubber grips, and milk beading out on the tips.
>She continues to bounce two more times on the waterbed in short succession before the explosion hits.
>Thick, gooey, cold...it splatters you, filling your mouth, eyes, nose.
>It's all around, the torrential wave filling the barn, barely able to escape because of how thick it is.
>You swallow, the taste lingering like that of sweet, sweet cottage cheese.
>When the wave finally finishes, you're sitting in a mound of cheese, almost unable to get out of it.
>Wriggling back and forth, you finally get up and get a move on, only to discover that Anonymoo has blacked out from the resulting explosion.
>You wipe the gooey concotion from your oversized lips and move forward to investiga-
>Wait, what.
>Your hands shoot back up to your face, touching it, wiping it off.
>It's considerably more plump in areas, almost like it's swollen, but it's not hurting.
>You can feel the skin on your lips stretch a bit before you start to feel a wet sensation in your pants.
>Trying to unbutton your overalls in the slippery mess proves futile, as they start to tighten.
>You start to realize that the wet feeling is followed by an intense warmth and tightening in your crotch.
>Your nutsack fattens and tightens as your nads swell in size.
>More and more cum is produced on demand, and it induces the start of a sizeable, growing, leaky erection.
>Tighter and tighter, you can feel your ass filling out the back of the once-loose overalls.

>Your facial hair is gone, falling off, and smooth supple skin is all that's left.
>Thighs chafing against each other, your load thickening and spilling out down your pants legs, you lean against a pillar for support.
>You know what's happening, but you can't stop it.
>You know that you should get help, but you don't want to.
>It's so good, that filling feeling as the threads begin to strain against your boy booty.
>Rounding out in the front, a fat, wide, erection pushes forward underneath a churning, vibrating, spasming set of balls.
>It digs into you, the once blue denim tightening around your package as you begin to nut.
>Spilling through the fabric, you can smell the pungent aroma of your spunk. Only one word can describe the scent wafting from below.
>Meat.
>More is produced and you stand up, rubbing and massaging the swollen appendage beneath, flexing your kegels, clenching your now plumped up asshole.
>Each contraction is met with a spurt of thick gunk into the cheesy mess below.
>*BLORP* "Hnnn..." *GLORP* "Ahnnn..." *SPLRT* "G-guhhnnn..." *GLORBLE-SPLURTTT* "NNnnnFUCK.!"
>Your voice becomes increasingly more high pitched, more feminine sounding. You still sound like a male, but more...feminine and younger.
>Breathing heavily, you push with all your might the thick flow of cum through your flesh canals.
>Finally blowing your wad, it gushes out in contracted spurts punctuated by your moans and yells of pleasure.
>It covers the haybale in front of you, dripping down into the muck below.

>Letting your tongue fly out of your mouth, it's thicker, longer, and wider than before, you easily wipe the remaining cheese off your neck and face with deft, wet, slurping movements.
>No amount of drugs or jerking off could get you like this, you're instantly hooked.
>Finally, your Johnson pitches a tent against the overalls, you can feel the tightness of your pants digging into your pillowy ass.
>Turning to the mound of cheese you just escaped from, you waddle over to it, eliciting jiggles and grunts out of you as your meat brushes against the slippery insides of your heavily stained underwear.
>The whole barn has a sweet, aromatic smell intermixing with an almost stinking, yet desirable odor.
>The air is almost humid with sweat, milk, cottage cheese, and spunk.
>You grab a handful of the cheese and shove it into your mouth, savoring the dollop of nectar.
>Your weight starts to increase as more and more of the lumpy mound is consumed.
>On the contrary though, you can feel the excess jello, but it's quite light.
>Muscle forms under the fat, burning it for fuel to become denser and tighter.
>Supporting your growing frame, threads begin to pop, ripping sounds resonate with your smacking, swallowing, drippings of cum, constant giggling, and grunts of pleasure.
>Your cock has finally pumped up beyond all expectation, pointing downwards spurting out full-flavored load down your soft legs.
>Your coconuts have become somewhat soft, yet incredibly dense sacks of meat which only serve to produce more of the thick seed.
>Straining and stretching, you're constantly jiggling and growing, masturbating between your soft, slippery, cum-coated leg and 
>The finale is reached when you feel a dull pain on the sides of your head.

>Reaching up to rub it, two knots are forming on the sides, and steadily pushing out.
>Several minutes later, they're fully grown horns, sticking out at almost half a foot.
>Sharp at the tip, somewhat misshapen, you recognize the texture to be similar to horns found on a bull.
>Pushing past your knee, you involuntarily squeeze and dump another thick wad of cock-cream before the fat snake it came out begins to thicken.
>Fatter and fatter, the veins pump blood through increasing the size, the meat expanding outward against the restrictive clothing.
>Your dong finally pops a thread and rips open part of the pants leg, skindentations forming as the meat bulges out in various torn holes.
>Your balls follow suit soon after, gurgling and growing to epic proportions.
>Your ass on the other hand has bulged and surged outwards, meatier and thicker than ever.
>Putting the rainbow girls outside to shame, the overalls snap and rip, bulging in various places and openings similar to that of a fishnet stocking.
>Your thighs catch up and inflate your hips past your shoulders, widening you to a modest 100 inches in circumference.
>Boy buns, thick thighs, bull balls and your animal appendage all finally rip out of the denim prison.
>Finally letting out a gasp of breath, you easily bend and break the metal snaps on your overalls, letting the top rest on your hips and cock.
>Notice how much the air graces your excedingly thick and darkened nipples, the areolae puffy and bigger than before.
>You squeeze one as you run your hand down your shaft, pulling a squeal of pleasure, and some milk.

>Biting your lower plump lip, you can feel as your left hand is no longer able to grasp all the way around the grundle.
>Finally stopping, you can tell you've gone beyond the one foot mark, but the girth is out of control. The only thing comparable to it's thickness is your arm, and it even out does it on that performance.
>Turning around, you find yourself being looked at by the entire barn.
>Red, blue, white, orange, all stare at you with blushes on their faces.
>Orange in particular is unconsciously rubber her nether lips.
>The other girls, unaware to the small band in front of you, are greedily feeding off of Anonymoo.
>Asses bloat, thighs grow, tits swell, heave, and jiggle, blob, and quiver about.
>Their bras fill up with lumpy, sweet cheese and your erection suddenly shoots up, the head of the beef crane slapping you in the face.
>You absentmindedly rub your lips against the taut skin, before finally wrapping your hands around the shaft rubbing it and slurping in the sweet spunk.
>The texture is thick like cream, the taste similar to cream with sugar, but a meaty aftertaste left in the back of your mouth.
>You feel another wad building up, and it pumps upward without warning.
>Falling backwards, you can feel your stomach distend forwards, pressing against the bridge o' beenis ever so slightly.
>Finally popping the head out mid-spurt, you lie there in bliss, nutting over and over again.
>"Moo?"

>Red towers over you holding the translator, still dry. 
>You roll over in the thick cream and stand up, the remains of your overalls forming a sling holding your gunk factories in place, and straddling your fat-ass in an accidental thong.
>Shimmying all over, you can feel your chest slightly move with each motion.
>Not exactly breasts, not enough to warrant a bra, but the excess fat going down to your plump mini-gut you find as the culprit.
>You steadily walk over the broken equipment, mass lumps of cheese and cold puddles.
>Finally getting outside, you can see something similar to an orgy/argument has broken out.
>Walking towards it, each movement calculated and contained, you flaunt yourself around, only to find the exposition arouses you.
>Red is following you, and she gets a good look from behind, something like this-
>http://68.media.tumblr.com/8f412da4874131cb57c9c5eae9e127b4/tumblr_o5cb21BYLp1qmstq1o1_400.gif
>Anonymoo is in the middle of the circle yelling at everyone else, while the others argue with each other as they touch themselves.
>"Girls, girls, calm down, I think I have a way to make the best of this situation."
>"Moo?" "Moo!" "MOO?!" "Moo~ Moo~"
>Everyone is arguing, masturbating, slapping, teasing, yelling, and all sorts of stuff.
>Your presence gradually calms them down, and then you start giving out instructions as the translator spews out the girls' problems...
>Severl weeks later, you're rolling in cash.
>And cheese.
>Lots of it.

>Turns out, the original farmer had exposed Anonymoo to something, whatever it was.
>Caused a lot of changes in the poor girl's metabolism, but for the most part, the biggest change was the thick cheese created when she's highly agitated and/or constantly moving her breasts.
>Loaded with hormones, it promotes insane growth in all the right places for both sexes, leaving the only downside as more fat cells being produced.
>You walk towards the living room door, your monster junk packaged tightly behind custom-made, denim boyshorts that double as a ball-bra.
>Opening the door and getting through, you find, was originally thought to be a problem.
>Now, it's just another added plus as you spend a minute or so pushing your wide frame through the now narrow doorway.
>Inside, it's a party.
>Thicc femboys and plump, chubby girls bump and talk about.
>Some are having sex, others are masturbating, and some expose and put on shows for attention.
>All you do is simply fatten and harden, moistening the front of the stretching pair of boy shorts into booty shorts.
>One woman is on her knees, while the bulging shafts of two other femboys are mashing her face, she's holding onto their bloated sacks, caressing them with care.
>Load spills over the bottom of their rubber panties, you'd like to stick around to see this, but you have a new contact to meet.
>Walking into the hallway across from the room, you travel down the walkway of your new mansion into the specially-made teflon-coated room.
>She sits on the bed, tits too large for her own good.
>A small crowd, about 10 people watch as you grunt and bust your rod out of your pants, cum spilling everywhere on Anonymoo's thighs.
>"Moo~" she replies, simply beckoning to come to you whilst leaning on her side to lie down sideways.
>You gave her a bit more freedom with her life after the discovery of her unique gift and as a result she started to get...modifications.
>One of them being fuckable nipples.

>That's right, they started out as rings of muscle that would contract and expand to aid in milk drainage, but some of the other cowgirls made a suggestion.
>She leans forward and you thrust your hips, jiggling your wide ass around for all to see, you stick your tongue out and suckle on one teat while fucking the other with gusto.
>Catcalls, ropes of cum, jets of milk are all aimed towards Anonymoo as you cream and fill the green eclair that is her right breast.
>Continually thrusting, she takes a fat, but soft finger, and gently presses it in your plump donut, going past and pressing your prostate, letting up, then pushing forward, letting up...
>The cycle drives you nuts and in response, you buck your hips even harder, ramming into the thick nipple while moving backwards, impaling your ass on her finger.
>Your vision explodes with stars, and tears roll down your cheek as you begin to pump out thick, viscious, white gold.
>Shaking like a jellow mound on a washing machine, your entire body writhes and spasms to the contractions, each load blasting into her.
>By now, the patrons are close and watching intently as her nipples fatten and engorge in size in tandem with the bloating teat.
>Pulling out mid orgasm, you coat some of the women in your seed, and they happily lap it up, their lips plumping and filling on their face.
>You finish off in the other breast, and while still panting, the effects of the cheese hits you once more.

>The specially made denim stretches as your new makeshift-panties accommodate the swell of your ass, the bulging droop of your balls.
>Your cock is no exception, going further outwards, lengthing to a rigid, girthy, sweaty, pungent, and humid 3 feet.
>It would almost touch the ground, but it's wider than your legs- that is, your legs before you became Fembull supreme.
>It's groped by all your patrons, they mash and rub the head, coaxing out more slick seed.
>But you're far from done yet, a second wind is rising, and you know exactly where to place it.
>Crooning out orders, they let go of your mast, and you walk proudly behind Anonymoo.
>With some help, they lift her leg up as you penetrate her impossibly moist fruit.
>It sucks you in without warning, all the way up to the base.
>You regain control, and find her leg locked around your body as you begin to pound away.
>Minutes turns to hours, you edge over and over again, while everyone watches.
>The crowd has grown from 10 to 30 sweaty, plump, tight strapped, oiled-up bodies stuffed inside of a humid room.
>The constant stare of lustful eyes pushes your sex drive far past what would be normally possible for a human being.
>But you're no normal human being.

>When you reach your peak, you let loose a roar of pleasure, dumping what could only be described as "World Guinness Records Largest Creampie"
>Her womb bloats, fatter and fatter as you release yourself in her.
>Time passes, and the bed finaly creaks and breaks under the combined weight of her body, your body, and your cum.
>Slipping out, you head on over to the showers to clean up, your people in tow.
>4 months later.
>Anonymoo is getting used to the new scooter you had bought for her.
>She's bloated up with a bunch of small, one HUGE, or several large offspring.
>You're not sure which one it is, the ultrasound doesn't work on such dense and thick fat.
>All you can do is keep her milked daily while you invest in stocks and sell the new products you call "Aphrodite's Yogurt," and "Bull Bulker."
>Underground buyers pay big for the raw stuff, Big Pharma is paying bigger for it, and others just want to constnantly be in heat.
>You've got the best body, a balance of man-meat, muscle, fat, and UNF, with a mate that's way too clingy on you, and possibly several large kids on the way.
>Life is good, you think to yourself as you casually blow a load into the maid's mouth, distending her already plump gut, downstairs.