>Be Moo
>Be an 8 foot-tall and some-odd inches of corpulent mountain of green jiggling flesh with a conscience
>Your new boyfriend, can you even call him that? You haven't even discussed it...
>Anyway, your roommate is a total fucking idiot who never pays attention and missed all the important stuff you told him about your job, pouring your heart out about your love of science, advances in medical research, and "advances," in genetic alteration and so on and so forth, and the drunk bugger wasn't paying attention! He was probably just thinking of your tits, again
>On top of that, you told him you had to be in a certain weight-class for Monday's testing and he still stuffed you so full of greasy pizza and booze!
>Okay, fine, you helped out a lot, but it's still his fault for suggesting all that!
>Then you are so soft you can't even stay mad at him the next morning, bugger's just too cute
>Although chugging your milk may have some ill effects on him come tomorrow...
>Oh right, it is tomorrow
>Finally opening your eyes, your tits engulfing the lower eschelon of your vision, you rise from slumber, the scent of coffee rousing you
>It's clear your tits need milking, the poor things are still dribbling and have increased in size further from your all-day binge yesterday
>Hefting yourself up, your entire body feels sluggish, severely so and you know why
>Even so, you still rush in a blur of sloshing mass to the coffee pot and your flagon, this shit's the only thing that can get you up and about
>Picking, pouring, filling...
>Picking, pouring, filling...
>And with a shock, your system comes alive and you can reasonably gauge your extremeness
>Tits so excessive, they actually sink almost to your belly-button, not from sag, but from sheer, spherical mass, semi-taught still, they still have room to fill, but that thought isn't a good one at the moment
>The nipples are comparable to a shotglass as they continue to ooze forth a steady stream of milky goodness
>Stomach is a bloated mess, empty and gently growling, but still standing out and gently aproning, compressing gently against the underside of your titanic bosom
>Hips are comically wide, you approximate they're just short of being able to jam a set of double-doors
>Now that you think about it, your tits would pose the same problem with doors
>Anyway, your ass juts out majestically, like a jumbo serving platter, fit to crush a man betwixt the cheeks
>Your thighs mash together so heavily, that you'd have to do the splits to properly separate them
>And every inch of you is just so damn jiggly, more-so than usual, that is, giving your arm a test-smack as it bobs for a good minute and a half
>God, Javert is going to lay into you so hard for this
>God, the sheer volume of teasing Millie and Sylphie will throw your way..
>But you don't regret it, honestly, the look on Anon's face this morning is so full of care despite the fact he's now sporting a 9 inch meat stick, it's clear he's worried about you without a word spoken
>You smile and moo gently
>Before long, he's out the door and you're in your bathroom, eeking out as much milk as you can from your backed up teats
>It's a slow, arduous, and squishy process, but before long, you're finally running dry
>The next step is quite simple as you whip out the sewing kit and start tearing apart your bikini to get a bit more material into the poor thing
>Despite your excessive new size, doors still aren't too bad of an issue, taking a bit of wiggling and butter, but you can do it
>A quick call to Millie to open the back-door and you're out and about, an extra piece of buttered toast in your mouth, like some anime schoolgirl
>Out in the halls and down the stairs, the main lobby is busier than usual today...
>And now all eyes are on you.. fuck
>You heave your bulk through the crowd, moos of "excuse me" as best you can before shoving off through the double-doors of the front hall, needing to duck, same as always
>You can hear whispers of "Even bigger..?" behind your back, but suppress them and focus on walking despite the endless grinding between your thighs, it's the one thing you've never given up on, waddling is out of the question
>You are a strong, semi-dependent Jumbo Green Cowgirl and nobody can take that away from you
>You hope, anyway
>The walk to work is pretty bland, the usual catcalls, jealous eyes, greedy eyes, that one guy who always offer you free shit from his butchery..
>Crack dealers, hookers, strip clubs, falling-down bars, and so much more passes by as you pace through the wrong side of the tracks
>The city gives way to motels, small parks, restaurants, and private buildings
>Steering your jumbo jet of an ass about the corner of Callaway and 9th and slipping into the space between the first and second buildings, you find yourself in the Courtyard of the Minds as it's been locally dubbed, due to being totally enclosed by research labs of all kinds, this early in the day, everyone's working or not here yet, so it's dead, even the fountain is turned off
>Well, except for Millie and Sylphi who are chilling on the loading dock of the SMP Lab, grinning and laughing at the giant mass of green coming their way
>Coming into view, the twinned powder-blue Loli Moos are sniggering uncontrollably as you meander closer
>This is going to be a LONG day

>Finally within earshot as a soft snowfall begins, the jokes begin
>"I don't think I've ever seen a green-painted barn before!" Jeered Sylphi, the one with a white ? upon her face
>"I think she's cosplaying one of the slaughterhouse cows." Millie confides just a little too loudly, her black ? going extra-smug
>Either way, they did their part and opened the back door, lord knows you don't wanna get stuck in the front door, those sliding doors hurt
>Heaving yourself up the few stairs at the side, you're sure to give Sylphi a full hip-check that could kill a man, knocking her and Millie to the lightly snow-dusted grass below
>And you tell them "Still better than the veal-chops you kiddies are cosplaying." on your way through the storage rooms
>As you meander on through, the few humans on staff pay you no heed beyond a curious glance at just how huge you've gotten
>So you take the time to prepare your apology statement on your phone, explaining how you got way too drunk with a roommate, ate way too much.. and after a full page of spaces, the line about spending the next day drinking from your own teat
>It's probably outright unacceptable, but it's all you got
>Passing through the last of the rubber curtains that separate the storage rooms from one another and the lab, you find yourself in the familiar sanitized halls, Millie and Sylphi are barreling down the hall behind you
>Probably cause they know they're gonna be late if they don't hurry up
>So you plant yourself just in the center of the hall so they can't pass
>Despite cries of "Mooove fatass!" and "What did we ever do to you!?," you budge not, savoring their annoyance
>Seeing Dr. Arkengarth round the corner, you slip to one side and let the two ruffians past
>You wave, Arkengarth waves back with his bionic claw, gently tanned face mostly obscured by his huge goggles, but you think he's smiling, unfazed by your size
>And now you're in Javert's office
>Just like most doors in the facility, it's double-wide for cows such as yourself
>He's at his desk, filling out some paperwork
>Hearing the rumble of everyone's *favorite* lumbering titan, he looks up, face as unreadable as a blank stone tablet and probably as cold if you had to fathom a guess
>You place your phone in front of him and the gaunt man reads it
>Handing it back, he states "Normally, I'd be furious, but I am only fuming over your inability to not act the part of the aspect of gluttony.."
>"Your Tests have been postponed to this Friday due to Allison blowing up the room. Again. I can't fathom why we keep her on staff when all she does is leave slime trails everywhere and explode, causing such a mess..."
>You let out a singular moo implying that you keep Allison is on staff because unlike other facilities, yours doesn't turn away the genetically damaged, but instead figures how to fix them or at least help them
>"Yes, yes, I know. It's just tiresome when the ones you want to help make it harder to help them and everyone else. Either way, today's a normal day for you as are the next 4. So you know what to do."
>Well, that makes your life easier for a few days, so you slip back out and up to the 2nd floor to inform the lab-techs of your new volume
>The halls are dead now, so you jiggle in peace
>And as expected, Jasmine is on-staff for keeping the control room while it's not in use and she jumps up when you heave your bulk into the room
>"Woah woah woah! Moo? How the fuck? Nevermind, I'm sure Javert told you, so it's fine.. damn.."
>No more words transpire as Jasmine takes your measurements, gasping in shock repeatedly, the biggest one being when you step on the scale, which puts out a reading of 520 pounds
>"T-thanks Moo, we'll have testing ready for you by Friday, it'll probably take that long to clean up Allison and prep the room anyway
>You smile and pat her on the head, eliciting a mew of discontent and a "Stop that, I'm not a child!"
>Back out in the hall, Blaire the Anonyrat is waddling down the hall, which is comical considering she's not even half your size, even if she's quite bottom-heavy and short at only 4'10
>Coming up behind, she doesn't even bat an eye with a "Hey moo. Looks like you had quite a feast. Should've saved some for me."
>You smile and respond that it was a spur of the moment thing and there wasn't a drop left from the 78 pizzas
>Her eyes boggle a little at the prospect of that many grease-laden pies, but continues meandering in front of you
>So the two of you head to the Barnyard, which is what everyone calls the below-ground floors, since it's where most of the animal Anonymous Girls live and work
>The freight elevator audibly groans as you get on, something else you'll have to ask the Techs to deal with...
>The jostling of your tits in the descent is a sight to behold as they try to flop into your face, to the point Blaire begins chortling
>Down two floors, the fence door rolls back, opening out into the Barnyard, which is mostly the same as the rest of the Facility visually, but with enclosures, large glass panels with side-doors that lead into each girl's room or a communal area
>Excluding the dangerous specimens and the antisocial ones, everyone's milling about in living area, which has been done up like a jumbo barn, milking machines along the walls of the 80 foot square room, fenced in, the central area is piled full of hay in bales and loose, a half-floor in the back raised above the main floor houses most of the vidya, as voted on by the residents
>There's a few up there, but most the cows and others are just chatting and chilling on the main floor of that room
>Either way, it's time to whip these girls into work, your added bulk should help keep them in line

>First step of the day, rouse the NEET/shy Cows and company from their rooms for today's duties
>Starting at the far end, your ratty friend has joined her people in the Barn, lounging in some straw watching whatever on one of the TVs nestled in the center
>Jane is mostly too lazy to be bothered, hell too lazy to even notice you're in her room sneaking up behind her as she lazes in her beanbag
>And without warning, you give her a jumbo boob-hat as she freaks out at having her vision blocked "Shit, fuck what the fluuu-"
>Removing herself from between your tits, Jane, the soft-red cow of average (average for anonymoo) proportion audibly gasps at the hugeness of Moo
>You tell her plainly, "I'm not in the mood for any shit, so please, join your sisters in the living room."
>Jane, regaining her composure, nods with that odd smirk of hers, one sharp tooth on the left side of her mouth
>Onto the next one a few doors down
>Octo is in her enclosure just bathing in her pool like usual
>As her name implies, she's an octopus girl, lower extremities a mess of tentacles attached to an ass that almost rivals yours, skin of a regal purple
>Wiggling through the door, Octo spies you with one eye before waving you off saying "I'll be there in a minute, hon. You go do your thing~" in that gentle southern drawl of hers
>Which just leaves Carys and Jesse
>Carys is in the kitchen, which might as well be her home as far as anyone is concerned (Hell, she sleeps in there half the time)
>A tan horse physically, she's more like a pig given the obscene spare tire she's been packing on over the years, she's done nothing but fight her metabolism and just can't stop herself
>As expected, she's baking cookies, boiling ramen, and icing a cake almost simultaneously and is absorbed in her work, half of which is re-icing the spots where she licks off on the cake
>"Going to save some for us?" you inquire, lumbering into the room
>Carys looks up and goggles at you like most others before mumbling a half-assed "maybe..."
>So you pat the 6'4 cutie on the head and tell her it's not a big deal, but to come to the living area when she's done and to be done *soon*
>And lastly, Jesse, the black sheep of the Barnyard, both literally and figuratively
>She's meditating in her room, which is pitch-black because she had the light in front of her room taken out for focus purposes
>You can't tell, but her skin is an onyx black as is the wool that grows atop it
>The figurative black sheep was because of an incident a few years back shortly after arriving:
>During one of the many cuddle orgies that happen around these parts, someone wanted to get frisky with Jesse, but cried out in shock when she went down
>Cause in addition to a vagina, there was a dick atop it, rock-hard at 6 inches long and as thick as a soda can
>On a regular farm, this would be met with a cow sucking their dick dry, but around these parts, everyone acts a little differently to things and a dick on a girl was just "too weird" for some of the girls
>Jesse, more out of shame than anything, began cloistering herself in her room along with the aforementioned changes, just trying to find something within herself
>So you knock out of courtesy
>Opening her ? face, which is an alluring white color that almost glows, Jesse sees you standing there leaning against the outcropping of wall separating her enclosure from the first of the Hazard Ward
>She says nothing, vanishes into the back of her shadowed room, and comes out the door in her floor-length skirt + bikini top, concealing the entirety of her lower body, which is pretty lithe today, seems she's been fasting again
>Either way, you got her and wander back to the Living Area
>Joining them, you mash the intercom by the doorway and tell Arkengarth that everyone's in with a singular "Moo" of boredom
>As usual, the whole room begins to judder in place before descending to the lower levels of the Barnyard
>To a newcomer, the sight of the area beneath the complex would be awe-inspiring, it certainly is to some of her sisters still, but to you, it's the same old control room flowing by followed soon after by the great reveal:
>Underneath the entirety of the Courtyard of the Minds is a massive room with rolling pastures and a modest forest, hemmed in by blue-steel walls, it was built to simulate a home-grown setting
>And even before the room has touched down on the landing platform, the thinner cows and company, including the sugar glider, are jumping/flying off to go enjoy themselves
>As they all get off, you make sure to take head count that everyone is present and accounted for
>Thankfully, they all are, so you don't need to take the stairs back up
>Paula's soothing voice comes up on the intercom to announce the weather for today's simulation, the slightest Gaelic lilt always finding its way in
>"Today's weather includes sunny with a few light showers. Humidity, 14%. Season, Spring. There are no abnormalities in today's forecast."
>With that, your duty is done and you join the others to frolic, eat grasses, explore the forest, and do whatever the hell else

>You decide you should see how Jesse is doing, she seemed a bit more out of it than usual
>Your rainbow kaleidoscope of sisters call out for you to join them in grazing as you tromp through the meadow, but you pay them no heed, since they are content in their ways
>At the south-eastern edge of the forest and the north-eastern edge of the fields, the Cave rises up slightly, but mostly slopes down into the earth, a natural formation that the SMP decided to just keep an eye on instead of seal off, since it added to the area's aesthetic
>Beyond the entrance, the cavernous space is pitch-black save an electric torch at the far end, glowing a hard blue and flickering gently
>You can just make out the lithe sheep-futa's shape against that blue glow, poor thing's just meditating, different place, same problem
>This time, however, she seems utterly unaware of your presence
>Meandering up, Jesse seems lost in a trance, blissfully unaware of the grassy-green boulder meandering up to her with every quivering step
>Plopping yourself down just in front of the sheep-person, snapping your fingers, and even clapping your hands in front of her face, Jesse doesn't react in the slightest
>Repositioning behind her, a devious thought comes to mind
>You spread your legs out, thighs pressing a good bit into the fuzziness of her coat
>And your tits smoosh a good bit into her slight back, oozing off to the sides as you lean down
>She is utterly unfazed, but something curious does catch your eye
>She's hard, that little rod sticking straight out from her crotch-region and tenting her skirt
>Perhaps she's aware, perhaps not
>The prospect of jacking off another cowgirl comes to mind, but you suppress it, it's a sensitive thing for her and you'd never do that to one of your herd unless they wanted it
>So you start whispering sweet nothings in her ear instead while lovingly embracing her with your meat
>Finally after almost an hour of teasing, Jesse finally says "If you can't tell, I'm quite busy, Moo. I know you care, but I want to be alone, please."
>You sit back on your ass, mashing against the cool stone floor and mutter "Okay.. I'll be in the forest if you wanna talk about it." before getting up and retreating out of the cavern
>The air is sweet with the scent of lemon-scented rain on the wind, a light shower probably just went by
>Striding into the thicket, your world is once again wreathed in shadows, but judging by the giggling flowing about, some of the girls are playing Tag or hide and seek
>So you take the opportunity to scale a tree towards the center of the forest, an arduous task for one of your girth, but far from impossible
>Lying in wait among the lower branches, you hear your prey, Sylphi and Millie giggling and fleeing from Autumn, a soft-brown Cowgirl with exceptionally large horns and a sizable backside, but with a washboard torso
>And you pounce with a "Moo!~," soaring through the air like a majestic eagle, piloting a blimp, before crashing down atop the twins in a squishy, impromptu glomp
>Their giggles are replaced with cries of shock before being replaced with laughs and insults as Autumn looks on, laughing her sides clean off
>A few of the other Moos and company gather round to see what the fuss is about before joining in the laughter everyone is sharing that the biggest cow of them all managed to ensnare the two smallest beneath her cavernous cleavage
>Heaving your bulk back up, you decide to join in the fun for real
>It's not long after that it seems like your time in the simulated habitat are over and you're riding the Living Area Lift back up with everyone in tow
>Of course, as you take a head-count, you realize one little black sheep is missing, which is not only surprising, but also agitating since now you have to go retrieve her manually when you get back up
>Nobody pays you much heed, lost in a giant cuddle mass in the center of the room, boobs, ass, heads, arms, and legs splayed out and sticking out of the mess at all angles as everyone gets comfortable
>The room settles, the glass door unlocks, and you make your way out and down the Hazard wing
>As you pass, you count out the rooms and the occupants to make sure everyone is present
>Bessie the zombie-cow is locked up tight and gnawing on what appears to be a pile of raw pig (regular, not pig-girl)
>Ash the Fire elemental is smoldering in her kiln, working away on her pottery, she waves as you pass
>Allison the slime-cow.. girl is in her enclosure just bubbling about rolling up the walls, there's only about half of her in there, the rest is probably still being scraped off the test room's walls
>You stop and tap on the glass to get her attention before asking her what happened
>Through the speaker on the opposite side as her sealed door, Allison informs you that it turns out she's allergic to napalm before going back to rolling around at the speed of snail
>There's Bertha, whose body is literally that of a regular cow, you never learned what her problem is, but she makes great tea
>And lastly, Dusk, whose body is in constant flux, sometimes she has long silky-black hair, other times more tits than you, ass, belly, etc. Sometimes multiples or everything at varying degrees of HUGE
>She's actually out right now, however, probably with Arkengarth today, like most Mondays
>And at the end of the hall is the set of double-doors that give way to the stairwell connecting every level of the facility
>By this point, you're already worn out and just wanna go home to Anon, but you gotta bring Jesse back up and ensure she doesn't do this again
>The trek downward is an arduous one, tits constantly flopping into your face as you take each large stone step down, ass jiggling like a cup of gelatin in a bounce castle
>And on top of that, you're actually quite hungry and didn't grab any snacks from the kitchen
>But at last, you reach the bottom floor which opens out into the simulation area
>Heaving open the bulkhead, you start lightly sprinting towards the cavern
>Sure enough, Jesse is just sitting there at the bottom exactly as you left her
>The only difference, as you draw close, is the fact there's a bunch of candy wrappers and other stuff strewn about
>Seems she planned to stay here literally all night
>"Yeah, no. You're going back up whether you like it or not. I get you don't like most of us, but it doesn't excuse breaking the rules."
>She doesn't respond, so you just pick her up as is, shoving her head deep between your tits, careful to turn her around so she can breathe a little, and make the journey back
>She doesn't seem even the tiniest bit moved, annoyed, or changed emotionally in anyway except for a slight sigh she lets out
>By the time you finish heaving your bulk back up the dozen flights of stairs, the two of you are drenched in sweat, both from the volume of the stuff coming off you of course and Jesse's skirt is soaked and clinging to her bottom
>Which also shows off her still-erect cock
>Setting Jesse in her room as is, you tell her to get changed and that this is her only warning
>She responds "Yes, warden..."
>The fact she's being so disrespectful when you went down and CARRIED her back up no less is enough to get you steaming, slamming her door, locking it, and stomping over to the kitchen
>As always, Carys is there preparing dinner for everyone
>You pay her no heed and raid her stash in the crevice next to the fridge, despite her complaints
>Stuffing the contents of a dozen Nutty-Sputty bars, some 3 Musketeers, and a jumbo bag of M&Ms into your maw, you stomp out, slightly less pissed and head for the freight elevator so you can go home
>Sylphi waves good night with the usual "Sleep well, fat-ass!" Millie is already asleep, worn out from a long afternoon of playing in the fields
>Pretty much all the scientists have left for the day, so you make your way out through shipping after a bumpy ride up and lock the cover for the truck loading area up tight before stowing the keys in your tits next to your phone
>And you head home, worn out and ready for dinner and maybe some cuddling, Anon is good at that

>Heaving your weary bulk across streets, through doors, up stairs, and into the apartment, you, want nothing more than to sit down and have a nice dinner on the couch...
>The night is still young, so maybe you can have some cuddles too
>At last in your apartment, you immediately notice a few things gone.. awry
>First, the main hall is strewn with fruits of various sizes, most notable a half-dozen watermelons
>All of them have either been smashed apart or had a hole rent deep into their core
>There's also a sticky white mess on all of them
>Stepping gingerly to avoid slipping upon these desecrated fruits, you make your way further in until you can see into the kitche-
>More fruit
>And there's three, probably full, kegs lined up along the window next to the end-counter
>Anon is just humming a diddy while adding some shallots to the soup he's brewing
>You moo quizzically at him to which he responds "Your milk is amazing moo.. And I kinda got a little carried away with the fruit I was gonna make us a fruit salad with..."
>You point a finger of accusation at the kegs in the corner to which he responds "Oh, uh, I picked those up on the way home. Just in case. You don't *have* to drink them."
>Not wanting to stay mad at the cutie, you give him the benefit of the doubt, lumber over, and kiss the cook on the top of his head, gently caressing him as his torso gently vanishes between your tits
>The next few hours are spent power-chugging some cream of mushroom soup, lightly salted, mixed to a gentle froth, and just a hint of something sweet
>The process of lumbering over to the poor couch-bed as it is now proves very taxing as you fall back onto it
>You tilt to one side and beckon with a single crooked finger for your cuddle toy to join you, noting how your fingers are gently squishing together, just a bit perturbed by how fat you are getting
>Anon joins you, snuggling up by your bloated side
>"You know, I'm glad you left that surprise for me in the tub. It's just what the soup needed, honestly."
>Already half-asleep, you look over at him, perplexed, before realizing he means your milk
>You let out a moo of annoyance at the fact you just drank a small ocean of your own fatty milk
>Then, the scent hits you
>Poor little Anon is hard as a rock, the thing trying to force its way out of his pants
>The prospect of fucking is exhausting in and of itself, so you roll over, exposing your bloated belly to the sky, letting out a moo of contentment
>The last thing you see and hear as you black out are that of Anon, pants already off, climbing atop you and positioning to pound your gut like some sort of primal beast and a tree hole
>You smile, reveling in the sight of that beast of a dong and a happy Anon, falling off to sleep

>You awake in a cold sweat, looking about
>The landscape is a pale green around you, the sky a curious shade of white
>Wait, you can see the sky?
>You try desperately to heave yourself up, but find you cannot
>You try to move your arms, but find they feel.. distant and sluggish
>Attempting to tilt your head down for a better view, you realize:
>You are the landscape
>The rolling mountains that peak off in the distance, torrents of white substance pouring out from their caps are your tits
>Your face is so engorged it's physically impossible to move your head down to a decent angle
>And now, coming out of your stupor, you can feel it all
>Your entire body rests atop  a great grassy plain, the grass under your ass long-dead
>Your toes can still wiggle the tiniest bit as your calves continue to press into them
>Your tits are pure bliss without anyone even touching them
>Your belly has far overtaken your tits for frontal supremacy, becoming like a great wall at your front
>There used to be a forest behind you, but it was clear-cut for your future volume increases
>You can feel Anon, his engorged muscles heaving his rippling bulk up your side as he brings yet another mega-packed backpack of snacks and goodies
>His titanic junk is rhythmically slapping against your side, exciting you with every smack
>He finally crests after what feels like days, chiseled form with a modest portion of fat to bear-out his figure, Anon looks utterly stunning and ready to do all the heavy lifting
>You moo contentedly as he starts telling you sweet nothings and stuffing various snack foods into your waiting maw
>As you get lost in the feeding session, all you can think is that "life is wonderful."