>Be Anon
>After viciously assaulting the bloated belly of your roommate, girlfriend at this point, you passed out atop her engorged form in pure contentment
>Life is good
>The next morning, you awake as contentedly as you slept, between the sizable mountains of your Moo's titties
>As always, the scent of coffee brewing rouses Moo in all her jiggling glory from sleep
>You settle down at the island and enjoy your cup of joe, but instead of watching Moo get her own, she seems to be more interested in nestling you between her tits this morning, gently mooing and smooshing against your back
>"What is it, sunshine?"
>Her phone dangles down in front of your face, reading "I've made up my mind and I'm all yours.~"
>You blink and reread it a few times before leaning back and looking at your blushing Moo-titan
>Her squiggly face is scrunched up slightly waiting for an answer
>You grin up at her like a kid getting a game console for his 8th birthday and drag her face down, locking lips in this awkward position, uncaring
>Life seems to just flow by now, hours of work fade away at the prospect of getting home and playing with Moo
>Days turn to weeks, making huge meals for her, and chugging her own milk with her every night
>Weekends are mostly spent indoors with the occasional outing to a restaurant
>After less than a week of this Hedonism, Moo became too fat to properly fit in a doorway, which led to an impromptu sex-scene that left her writing on the floor, mooing for more, her Milk has done your dong some legendary service judging by the volume of semen pouring out of her as you dislodge
>Either way, Moo is no longer a virgin thanks to that incident and now her door, the front door of your apartment, and the stairwell doors are now all double-wide
>When you brought up that virgin thing, she turned a shade of red like that of a tomato spread across her face, mooing awkwardly until you assured her it was fine, wrapping her ever-increasing midsection in a snug hug like a bug in a rug
>We're going to fast forward a few months now, Summer is just starting and the temperatures are hitting Moo like a truck, so much so that she's actively pushed you off simply to keep her as cool as possible
>She mostly binges on ice cream now, being far more lethargic in the home now, but unfazed at work due to the heavily-regulated temperature-control system the SMP uses
>She has also gotten utterly titanic to the point her hips are beginning to wedge slightly in the double-wide doors, her tits and ass have ballooned to the point you could almost hide between them, and her gut has enlarged steadily, more like a spare tire on its own, like the bottleneck of an hourglass in comparison to the rest of her
>Every day, you've told her you love her, usually responded to with a gentle Moo, sometimes a text saying she loves you
>You have also changed as time has gone by
>Musculature and a soft down of flab has found its way onto your body, not a whole lot in either regard, but your dick has seen some serious improvements, clocking in at a foot and a half and over half the width of your leg in size
>And Anonymoo loves when you use that thing on her, vaginal, anal, naval, oral, even just grinding and paizuri, until the heat-wave, fucking has been a regular thing, but she's blue-balled you for close to a week and a half now
>But, against your better judgment, you've held out, cause she's the only one you want to give it to now, although the prospect of dumping it in the tub has been considerable as well
>It's Sunday and you've had enough of abstaining from intercourse
>Moo is on the couch, same as always, fans all around blowing on her as she lazes about, the couch was replaced with a bed simply because it was easier than trying to fit her on a couch, her hips still ooze off the sides
>You climb atop the bed and stand over your jelly-belly babe and say plainly "I'm sorry, but I need to do this."
>She moos quizzically, leaning up and watching as you unsheathe your devil's meat, wielding the beast with two hands, trying to jack yourself off
>Realizing you are gonna blow, Moo's eyes widen slowly as she see you're serious
>She begins mooing distressedly and waving her blubbery arms at you, indicating she doesn't want that
>As you continue, you can feel the pressure building, thick globs of pre-cum already dropping out the fattened tip onto her gelatinous thighs
>"I.. I need to, Moo." A look of intense distress and pleasure comes over your face, collapsing atop Moo as your artillery canon fires off between you two, coating both your torsos and faces, as well as a considerable portion of the wall behind Moo, white-hot man-milk constantly pouring out as you slowly come to atop Moo
>She's not even mad, just licking herself clean as well as you
>Seeing you're awake, she manages to fish her phone out of her bosom, completely dry and pads out "I'm sorry hun, I've been selfish for a while, but you're right, I shouldn't neglect you. <3"
>Given the overbearing heat, you two eventually agree to once a week until it cools down, you have to concede that, while laying atop your Cowgirl, her body was utterly on fire
>Things got more enjoyable over the next few months as she and you continued to balloon out in your own ways.. until one day in late October

>October 29th, 2016
>Our protagonists are sitting on their bed-couch in their apartment just watching whatever is on
>It's a SpongeBob marathon on Nick of all things
>You are gently massaging the belly of the much larger cowgirl, who is munching on pretzels and drinking from an extra-jumbo orange Fanta
>"Good afternoon citizens, we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for a very important announcement... I.. well, I don't entirely know how to put this, but the People's Republic of China has launched a series of nuclear arms at the United States and Russia. Estimated arrival is four hours to the Americas and trajectories span the width of the United States..."
>The newscaster, a middle-aged man whose hair is showing the slightest twinge of gray, but is otherwise a stunning piece of brown, pales as someone hands him a printout
>"I.. I have just received news that the Russian Federation has launched countermeasures against the People's Republic of China as well as several European states. Simply put.. I suppose the end of the world is here. It's been fun, Joseph Allan signing off."
>The screen goes black, replaced by a generic technical difficulties screen
>During this, Anonymoo's personality shifted, sitting up, eye.. wherever her eye should be growing wider by the second
>With the sign-off, Moo says nothing, stands up, stock-still and then rushes to the fridge
>You sit there, a little dazed before joining her, asking her what the hell
>In mere moments, her phone is out and you're holding it with the message "Pack up and follow me NOW"
>You grab some clothes, a book, a deck of cards, and as much food as you can and stuff it into a suitcase you keep for vacations, as old as when you first moved here
>By the time you're done, Moo has packed a satchel, 2 suitcases, a backpack (how the fuck did she manage that over her arm?), and a fanny-pack of stuff and is waiting by the door
>Without another word, she's bounding out into the hall, utterly obliterating the doors and not even opening them, splinters and bits of metal knob and hinge flying outward
>Other people are sprinting for the elevator and stairwell as well
>Were it not for the urgency of the situation, you'd have been ogling Moo's titanic ass, a good bit wider than the doors she was ramming it through
>The metal stairwell door is no match, shearing off from the sheer force of the flesh balloon barreling into it
>Down the stairs, other people pressing into the walls as she powers on down, staying back for you out of courtesy and a touch of fear
>Main hall, more ruined doors, street
>37th Street is an absolute chaos and it's been less than 5 minutes since the doomsday announcement
>The digital clock-tower a ways to the left down the street has had its digital clock-face replaced with a timer counting down, 2 hours 45 minutes and some seconds...
>Moo is charging north and before long, you're following, the way mostly cleared, most everyone in the streets flipping out
>Rounding the final corner on her mad dash, Moo halts in front of an alleyway, you crash into titanic tush like a jumbo airbag in a car wreck
>Then she's off between the buildings, you following swiftly after, lungs starting to burn
>Onto a loading dock and into a warehouse, you goggle a bit at the size, the storage area has to be several stories high, various workers in overalls and hardhats on lifts taking all sorts of stuff down and transporting them through some plastic curtains
>Into sanitized halls, you find yourself being dragged onto an elevator by Moo since you're a bit too slow
>There are other cows and similar Anony-beasts as well as a few humans, a mixture of scientists and store-room workers
>Suffice, it's utterly packed and all the Anonymoo-like are stone-faced, as are the scientists and hard-hat people
>One of the scientists, name-badge Arkengarth, speaks calmly to you "This must be very confusing. It will all be explained in due time, but I am glad Moo managed to get you here so quickly. About 10 minutes more and the riots would probably be too hazardous for one of her bulk."
>The freight elevator judders to life, clearly designed for extreme loads, but still groaning under the weight of them all
>It opens out into an exceptionally wide hallway lined with glass rooms
>The whole party moves towards the largest one, marked as the Living Area as you pass by the placard on a support strut
>Coming inside with all the others, the room is barren white except for a large quantity of storage crates stacked against one side and a rainbow vomit of various cowgirls and company
>Over by the far end, on a raised platform, there are a few odd cows, one who only has one eye is wearing a muzzle, a handler keeping her in place, hands tied behind her back, she seems to be having a pleasant chat with her handler nonetheless, more details cannot be made out as Moo is keeping you right by her side towards the front with most of the scientists
>Up there as well is a cow on fire, she seems unfazed, just lazing with her handler standing idly by, chatting with her
>There's a glass jar with some sort of slime in it who is roiling about having the time of her life as 2 construction dudes tape down the container
>Also up there are a normal-looking cow and a night-black-skinned cowgirl of exceptionally normal proportions, but with a huge mess of ebony-black hair
>Many cowgirls seem to be huddled around a radio on a crate in the room's center, listening to the radio broadcasts... It's the End of the World is playing on loop
>Sitting around for close to 40 minutes, you and Moo just cuddling and others joining in, a smattering of more cows funnel in along with more workers and crates
>Until finally, what you assume is the last of the people enter the Living Area
>And then... the whole damn place starts moving downward!
>Moo soothes your shock with head-pats as you nestle deeper into her cleavage
>Some snobbish French dude in a business suit and a lab coat has gotten up on a crate and begun speaking...
>"For the few of you who don't know, I am Javert, head of the SMP. The day of reckoning has come. The end of the world. And we here at the SMP, farm Anons and humans alike, have been preparing for such a situation for almost 80 years now. I inherited it from my father twenty years ago on my 18th birthday. I didn't believe I'd ever see this day, but we're here and I will do my job."
>"Our motto is Secure, Moo Protect, in reference to the fact most of our non-human workers are cow-breeds. We find them, especially the oddballs, and ensure their safety. In the event of world war 3, our duty continues and our underground Habitat has been build with this purpose in mind. We have supplies prepared to last several hundred years suitably and we have taken every precaution. If you turn around, you can see this enclosure now."
>You do so, eyes widening at the size of the room you now find yourself in, it's got to be at least forty acres wide and half as long!
>"In addition, something most of our workers and beast-likes alike weren't privy to, this is only part of the Habitat. An inhuman quantity of money was poured into this project. There are myriad across the world, but this one is Vault M. Once everyone and everything has been unloaded from the Living Area platform, we will initiate final lockdown procedures."
>Within a minute's time, the platform had landed and everyone was filing off
>You finally spotted a few other humans in the crowd that were not workers in any capacity, both male and female, each one paired with a cow except for one Chad-dude who had two cowgirls, one draped over each side of him, snuggling a bulging bicep apiece, they were probably on the other side of the great cuddle heap the center had been
>The current enclosure featured a small forest, some grassy plains, a modest beach, and a cavern off to the side
>Settling back down on the grassy plain with Moo, it's not long before the Living Room platform is rising again
>As it passes into the tunnel and out of the room's ceiling, a thick slab of steel plate, similar to the rest of the ceiling, shifts over the shaft
>And then the entire enclosure shakes to life, shifting downward through another tunnel, going deep into the earth
>After what feels like forever of watching steel wall, your view opens up into what might as well be a country town and the nearby land, but a touch smaller and with a good bit of farmland
>You can't even get a good bearing of the room, but as the enclosure passes into open air fully, another steel plate shunks into place over the tunnel
>"Welcome to paradise." Javert comments