>It's nearing summer again.
>That time of year, when friends go out and do stuff, the time of year when people get together and have fun.
>And you're stuck in college summer classes doing a field trip to a local ranch to study the biology there.
>It's you, a femanon you've barely talked to, and another guy all smacked into a group.
>So far, you've managed to get 2 out of 10 entries done in the journal, but more information is needed.
>Dudeanon suggests checking out the restricted part of the ranch, the main facility that almost looks like a factory.
>Windowless and grey, it's existence dotted the idyllic fields and crops, almost out of place.
>You go against the idea, but Femanon is all for it.
>Leaving you behind to pull the rest of the entries out of your ass, you quickly find yourself wandering from place to place in a desperate attempt to finish the assignment.
>The sun lowers ever so slightly as you mindlessly toil on, time has no meaning for you.
>Finally, a scream pierces the air.
>Jolted from your studious trance, you look up as dudeanon barrels past you, screaming something about amazons.
>Packing up what's left of the work, you stand up-and your gut falls down when it hits you that Femanon is still back there.
>Sprinting through the cornfields, hopping over fences, crashing through the wheat, you rush towards the installation, despite the foreboding "no trespassing" signs all around.
>Picking up a stray stick and pushing up the electric wire, you wiggle your way through to the other side.
>A door is left ajar and a high-pitched, short scream is emitted from within the light.
>Rushing towards the entrance, you slow down and quietly peek around the corner.
>Tubes, tubes everywhere.
>What you assume to be milk flows through them, pumping along as whirs, clicks, and other various factory noises assault your ears.
>Panning around the environment, your eyes stop on Femanon, sitting in a pool of milk shaking and crying.
>"Oh, so we have another guest."
>Before you can swivel your head to the left to figure out what direction the voice came in, a massive hand shoots around the door and grabs your shirt collar.
>Yanked and flipped over, you're thrown to the ground several feet away as the metallic wall slams shut.
>Quickly, you scramble over to find yourself face to face with...
>Well, at least you understood what Dudeanon was talking about.
>Tanned skin, brunette, a somewhat soft-featured face, and muscle.
>Lots of it.
>She's got sculpted thighs double yours, standing 7-8 feet tall, rippling abs shining against the white floodlights, imagine T H I C C but muscle more so.
>She adjusts her frame, shifting and shaking the twin volleyballs stuffed into the plaid shirt, skin spilling out between the buttons and almost over the top.
>Her thick nipples push out from the fabric, stiff from the cold air in the building.
>As you stare, you can feel yourself becoming both horrified and horny at the same time, your dick going full Switzerland mode in figuring out whether to shrink or grow.
>"You know, I never did get any data on male exposure to rbST+...I wonder..."
>She eyes you hungrily, her tanned features flexing as gears crank along in her mind.
>"Eh, fuck it. I'll use you, soon as I'm done with that other chii...well shit."
>Unbeknownst to both of you, Femanon has gone completely silent.
>Her face is scrunched up in a confused look, she's hyperventilating, and...
>She's unconscious.
>Scrambling to get up, you rush over to her, only to find yourself picked up...and dropped down.
>And out too, turns out it was a nasty slam.
>Several hours later..
>You find yourself awake strapped to a solid steel table.
>Drowsily, with a headache, smooth fiber crosses most of your body.
>Looking down, you can see that you're wearing some kind of two-piece white outfit, though it only extends to your thighs and biceps.
>Summoning what little strength you have, you attempt to wriggle your way out of it until the door opens.
>The Monster Rancher struts in, clicking her tongue.
>"Sorry hun, that's reinforced steel. You'd have a better time trying to escape my grip~"
>She coyly smiles at you, then turns her head to the other table you failed to notice earlier.
>Straining your neck, you look to the left and spot Femanon lying on the steel.
>She's got fear in her eyes, but at the same time she's calmed down.
>Quickly, your notice turns to arousal at how tight her outfit was grabbing on her body.
>Her supple, yet small frame was wrapped in a white top, something similar to a sports bra, with straps connecting to the bottom half, which looked like short shorts.
>Almost like a bathing suit, but more...medical?
>"Well, time to get started. Honestly, I've never actually used this batch before on a person. Mostly the cows, buuut.."
>"...Lets give it a go, shall we?"
>Fishing in her pockets, Titania the Rancher pulls out a small, metallic remote and presses a button on it.
>Immediately, the room begins to shift, and the table sets you up at a 45 degree angle.
>Tubes and tanks appear out of the walls as panels flip, shift, clank, and transform.
>Femanon moans out of fear, and the Amazon just chuckles.
>Reaching for a tube in the ceiling, she pulls it down.
>Once done, she walks over to a cabinet and begins to search for something.
>"So, interesting thing. rBST is the growth hormone given to cows to increase milk production."
>"I started to notice around...about a decade ago when the teens started looking like they were in college or some shit."
>"Everyone said it was in the food, so my little self decided to do some research on my own."
>"Couple years later, some grants here and there, and I've got myself a neat little lab."
>"And about a year ago, I thought I hit the jackpot. I called it 'rBST plus/+', basically an enhanced version of the original."
>"I gave it to a couple of cows, tested the milk out...well..."
>She turns to you, finally having found what she was looking for, letting her hands move down her body to show you her end results.
>In her hand is what looks like a gas mask.
>"Yeah, I blew up into a giant. I can't fucking leave the lab, for fear of someone reporting all this shit. And you guys...well you've seen too much."
>"I'm not gonna kill you, just wipe your memory and leave you alone when this is all over."
>"And as for the other guy that ditched this party we're having, well I had the 'girls' go and get him."
>Shrugging gently, she casually strides over to Femanon who has finally found her voice in an attempt to protest...
>...And loses it to the mask quickly being strapped over her face.
>Doc rushes over to a machine, fingers dashing over the keys and data streaming across the screen.
>"Now, this is a bit experimental. I altered the original formula I drank and made some adjustments here and there...eeeh-techincal stuff."
>Turning around, you can see her backside jiggle as she emphasizes the changes done to her body.
>She pulls down a lever, and a milky white fluid starts flowing down from the ceiling tube into Femanon's mouth.
>Struggling, she grunts and writhes around trying to move out of the steel gripping her.
>She begins to shake and moan as the fluid finally hits the mask.
>Doc simply frowns at the futile attempt to break the bonds.
>"Quit struggling, it's a feeding tube. You can breath-granted it's very uncomfortable-but you're not drowning in milk!"
>Finally, turning to you, she smugly says to you-
>"And don't worry, your girlfriend won't break the restraints, they're designed to self-adjust upon...changes."
>As if on cue, Femanon starts shaking, her throat bulges with the thick milk as it's passed down into her tummy.
>As fast as the shaking started, it comes to a halt, replaced with heavy breathing.
>Clenching and opening her hands, she begins to grunt as her stomach is pumped full of the strange milk.
>Eventually, signs of visible bloating appear, and that's when it all began.
>Doc sits by, jotting notes down and typing things into the terminal behind her.
>The machine calmly pumps more of the milk into Femanon, her body changing right before your eyes.
>What had been once a flat belly was ballooned into a pseudo-pregnancy of the sorts, her belly button bulging out as her belly rises like dough.
>Larger and larger, it starts to spread.
>Your eyes dart back and forth between the doc and Femanon, before you begin to realize something else is happening other than force-feeding.
>She jerks violently, her voice a pleasurable moan as her nether regions moisten and form a growing wet spot on her crotch.
>To the sides, her thighs look...wait, were they that big before?
>"Oh, goody, it's working!" squeals the Mad Scientits, as she jumps up from her chair and turns a dial on the terminal.
>"Lets up the flow rate here...increase batch production...." her words drift into technical jargon as you begin to hear the machines around you whine even more.
>Suddenly, alarms go off, and a loud "MMMPH" can be heard from Femanon.
>Both tables suddenly let go of their restraints, and a loud "SHIT SHIT SHIT" can be heard from the Giga Doc.
>The tube in the ceiling connected to Femanon jerks, then starts to bulge ever so slightly.
>Femanon, on the other hand has fallen off the table, and is currently struggling to roll over and sit up.
>She barely manages to stand up, the weight of her bulging gut and swelling thighs only serving to increase the difficulty.
>You get an eyeful of her jiggling, fattening ass threatening to swallow the back of her bottoms-they look like thongs now.
>Her skin stretches and shakes as she tries to balance herself, but alas...
>...the bulging tube finally catches up on the other end, and it hits her like a brick.
>One moment she was trying to stand up, the next moment she was cumming her brains out, gripping the tube as her body plumped up, inches per seconds.
>Her eyes were rolled back into her head, and excess fluid could be seen coming out of the sides of the mask as it continued to pump.
>She trembled as the straps holding her two-piece outfit finally snapped under the bulging flesh, as the back of her ass formed a plump shelf behind her.
>Her hips jiggle and fill out, as her new "thongs", soaked, form indents, allowing for a muffin-top to form.
>Legs lengthening, widening, arms jiggling, everything just getting bigger and bigger, she's a sight to behold.
>Even the Doc is sitting on the ground, stunned at what's happening.
>Her peach, rubbing against itself squishes and gushes feminine nectar as it grows thicker and wraps around the bottom of the "thongs", straddling it and giving her a wedgie.
>The strings holding her bottom finally snap off, letting her girth shake and wiggle outwards even more.
>Her gut continues to churn and distend as she grows taller, distributing the gloopy mass to different parts of her body.
>"I....I...holy fuck. Alright, I just gotta-"
>Doc places her hand on the console trying to get up, still dazed by the growing femanon.
>She accidentally presses down a couple of keys, and the sounds of something disengaging in the ceiling are heard.
>Suddenly, the tube pumping the milk is tainted with a hint of green, it quickly goes from milk to a lime-like color.
>Doc, swearing through her teeth rushes on the machine and attempts to shut it down.
>Long, agile fingers, clatter across the keyboard in a furious rage.
>Femanon on the other hand, has steadily outgrown her top.
>A massive gut is overlapped by two heaving orbs of milk tanks.
>Her thick nipples contract and expand pumping out thick, warm, milk.
>Her face is completely obscured by the splattering, tainted milk pumping out of the mask, eyes, mouth, everything.
>She continues to chug away, each gulp punctuated with a jiggle on her body.
>But with the introduction of the green stuff, you can see parts of her body becoming less...flabby, and more firm and taut.
>While those might not be the right words to apply to a rapidly growing woman, it's the right words for what's happening to your dick at the moment.
>Your johnson imprints itself through the suit slightly, but Femanon's growing, girthy, thick, plumped-up frame is imprinting itself harder on your mind.
>Her body continues to change as she chugs, the fat distribution enhancing where it matters.
>Breasts bloat out forwards a bit more, the sounds of gurgling milk are audible, even several feet away where you sit slumped with your fearboner.
>The milk only becomes thicker and thicker, splattering on the floor with thunderous force, enough for you to feel it.
>She's completely soaked down under and much larger as well, the mons fattening and inflating slowly compared to the rest of her body.
>Her ass has gone beyond proportions that would be normal at her previous size, but at the height she's at, it's perfect.
>A voluptuous round booty jiggles to and fro, spilling over itself a bit and taking her thighs along for the ride as well.
>Smooth skin shining with sweat continues to stretch and grow, more and more, to support her increasing hunger.
>Slowly, but surely, it starts changing tone, then color.
>Doc's ass jiggles copiously as she rushes around trying to shut the system down, while you stare on at both attractions with confused lust.
>Finally, with the force of 10 men, she grabs a metal panel on the wall, and cleanly rips it off, exposing a small hole.
>The warped panel is thrown aside as she jams her arm down said hole, and with a grunt, the machines come to a halt.
>Femanon doesn't.
>Standing at 8ish feet tall, she towers over you and out-bulks the Doc.
>Worried moans emanate from the mask on her face, and in an instant, the fluid from the tube drains.
>It begins to crumple inward, the force of the suction proving to deform reinforced plastic.
>"Jesus woman, that shit's expensiiiwoooooah, why the fuck is she turning into the Hulk?"
>Snapping out of your lust crazed trance, you look towards the Doc with the reply of "I don't have a fucking clue why, you're the one who made this shit!"
>"I-its not the same formula, that was for something-"
>With a uprising amount of strength, Femanon grabs for the metal clamps on the mask-bending, and finally snapping the steel clamps off.
>"nnnnngh~" she groans as her body goes into it's 10 puberty once more.
>You both swivel your heads back to the mass of key lime, right before she starts to turn even more greener.
>Accompanied by the changes is an increase to her ass again, it's sticking out very hard, even for her proportions.
>Her jugs simply expand, milk filling them as her can-thick nipples darken and fatten once more, milk spilling out onto the floor with splats and thuds.
>Her gut hasn't changed size that much, leaving her overly voluptuous, in the same style of an ancient fertility goddess statue.
>Placing her hands to her head, she groans once more, though in pain.
>Her hands are slowly pushed up by something, and when they're moved far enough, it looks as if she's trying to hide a pair of horns.
>Her hair has draped down her back, but you can see two bovine ears flickering underneath
>You stare on in shock as she wipes her face of the green goo.
>The transformation is over, from what you can tell.
>No more growing, just jiggling now.
>she's like a gigantic green jello pudding cup that someone decided to Rule 34.
>And it WORKED.
>But as her hand flicks off and smears the green cream off her forehead, it's revealed something is very, very, VERY wrong.
>"Moo?"
>Is all you hear coming from the Chubby Green Giant.
>"What."
>Is the reply from the Carmel Muscle Golem.
>"Why."
>Is your hoarse response to the situation.
>Eyes gone, and what you assume to her nose is gone as well, is replaced with a "?" indented on her face.
>"Moo?MOO?! MOO! MOO!"
>She frantically begins to touch herself, feeling the fat rolls, the gurgling, churning cow teats, her hand slapping her ass to grab it, the beefy volume quaking causing your heart to race in excitement.
>Stopping, she takes a good look at her soft hands, the front, the back-You know how it is when someone transforms into a giant green Cowgirl.
>Slowly, she brings her head up to look at you, then the doc.
>The "?" on her face scrunches up, and her mouth curls to the sides.
>Doc simply slams a button the wall, and it gives way to corridor.
>"Nah, fuck this. I'll figure this out la-OOF!"
>Despite her size, Femanon...if you could call her that now, moves surprisingly quick.
>Launching her bulk forward, she slams into the Mad Cow Scientist with impressive force.
>Doc wheels back a bit and tosses her into the corridor, her bronze muscles flexing underneath.
>Two buttons pop-off the shirt she wears as she executed the movement.
>Her mammaries shake around as she begins to get into a wrestle with Femanon outside.
>You rush up from your position and peek your head around the corner to witness the Clash of the Titans.
>Punches are thrown, but Femanon is too soft to deal or take any damage.
>Doc begins to grapple Femanon's embiggened frame in an attempt to throw her once more.
>She goes for her gut, her face practically sinking into the mammoth mound, her arms disappearing underneath soft, warm, flesh.
>They struggle for a bit more, and Doc actually manages to lift Femanon a foot or two off the ground before Femanon starts leaning forward.
>Her feet ,improperly positioned, slip and both of them tumble out of the corridor onto the main floor.
>Automated drones scoot out of the way of the Kaiju's Gone Wild, as they both slump onto the floor.
>Doc's shirt has finally ripped off revealing head sized titties that were dwarfed by the green engorged 200% fat gallons in front of her.
>Femanon's naked green body finally gets on top of Doc, and she futily tries to pummel her with plush arms and fists.
>Doc starts pulling some BJJ shit and manages to get a headlock on Femanon, straddling her from on top.
>You, being the deviant on your off times, have managed to reason with yourself that you probably won't get out of this alive, based on the Amazon's insane strength.
>So you do the one thing that you can that makes sense in this situation.
>You jerk off.
>Or try to at least.
>While it fits snugly to your frame, it's nearly impossible to remove.
>It doesn't stretch enough to warrant pulling over your head, and it doesn't feel like there's any zippers to pull.
>Finally, you notice a seam going down the back of your suit, but it's closed shut.
>Eventually, you settle with Kung-Fu Gripping your dick through the fabric, but it's only a small relief to the torture you're going through.
>The cage match between the Bovine Basher and Amazonian Aggressor continues as you attempt to jack off in futile around the corner.
>Doc fails to keep the headlock in place, it seems like the aggressive actions is having an adverse effect on Femanon, causing slightly aggressive growth once more.
>Femanon's ass jiggles and quakes like a water balloon filled with jello.
>Doc is covered in sweat and milk, and her jeans are torn from the fight.
>Finally, both roll away from each other, standing up, panting.
>Doc has her hands on her knees, she's trying to catch her breath.
>Femanon stands there in her green glory and heaves her bulk as she attempts to breath.
>She grunts slightly, her tanks leaking the white glory.
>She takes a hand up to a sore teat and squeezes gently.
>"MoooOOOOOO~"
>A thick jet stream of milk is quickly pumped out from the gentle grasp.
>She draws her hand back sharply as it continues for a couple seconds and then dies down to a simple trickle.
>Doc simply raises her head with an annoyed look on her face.
>"Yeah, I bet that feels good you stupid cow."
>Femanon looks up as streams of milk flow down her stomach.
>Her face scrunches up once more, and she takes hold of both teats and aims them at Doc.
>Doc freezes and quickly responds "Wait, you're seriously going to-"
>A look of realization explodes on her face, mouth agape.
>Too late for her, but just in time for a thick stream of creamy milk to get blasted into her mouth.
>Femanon moves forward slowly, stumbling a bit while firing off blast after blast out of her milk cannons.
>Doc is already choking on the syrupy sustenance and is slipping in it too.
>Femanon's scrunched up face gives way to a devious smile, and as you shrink back into the corner, you speed up your strokes.
>Doc trips over a disabled drone that was busted during the chaos, and finds herself being straddled by Femanon.
>The Green Milk Tank gushes another stream into her sputtering face, finally grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head.
>With surprising dexterity and deftness, she slips a nipple into Doc's mouth as she gasps for air.
>Quickly, Doc finds herself in a drink or swim situation, and chooses to drink.
>The thick elixir flows into the Milk Dump's gut below, her bulging throat forced to drink each and every pulsating load.
>She struggles, trying to push and wrench her way off, but her strength is quickly redirected towards a growing hunger.
>You've taken up residence in some rubble and are still in the process of trial and error in figuring out how to rub one out without rubbing it off.
>Staring on at the incredibly arousing event, you watch as Doc's belly bloats up, her body losing it's tone, and finally, she wrenches out of Femanon's grasp, upturning the giant-
>-and gripping the second teat while choking on the first.
>She squeezes it tightly, enough to not let any milk out, but enough to make it small enough to fit in her mouth.
>Both hoses jammed down in her bulging throat, she chugs away as she undergoes the same process that Femanon went through.
>Her toned thighs quickly begin to blimp outwards, causing her ass to plump up and gurgle with filling fat.
>Plush breasts which were once quite large, are now even larger, broomstick width nipples continuing to grow at an accelerated rate.
>Both of their breasts have light veins running across, supplying nutrients to produce more and more of the nectar.
>Femanon moo's in content pleasure as the Doc tries to drain her, but instead boosts the production rate.
>You shift to a different vantage point around the room, hoping that neither will notice you polishing your pole.
>Doc continues to transform and change color, though it's not green.
>A deep shade of orange overtakes her, horns popping of her head with cow-ears replacing her old ones.
>Her ass quivers and wiggles as she gorges on the teats of Femanon.
>Clapping sounds can be heard as they grope and mash each other, both of their ass cheeks clapping from sheer weight and movement.
>Finally, she too is gushing milk out of her teats, engorged vagina below dripping in tandem with her thick nipples.
>"Mooooo~" goes the former Amazon, in bliss with her bovine sister as they grope and wring out what's left of their milk on the floor and in each other.
>All of this finally culminates into a release of your own, as you have managed to successfully MacGuyver your way to an orgasm using a metal panel, a rubber band you found, and tire tread from a drone.
>You grunt slightly as the ejaculate pushes through the fabric whilst staring on at the two embrace each other in milky delight.
>They slow down, and Femanon starts turning her head around, as if she were looking for something...
>...and slows down and spots your sweaty face hiding behind an overturned desk.
>Finally, Femanon sucks back in the footlong cow-tongue, and bites her lower lip, looking at the stiffy you had popped earlier.
>She walks over to you, almost drunkenly, and is stopped by the Orange Cow Girl with her.
>You find yourself quickly disengaged from the knot of cables and pipes, and instead end up knotted between two gigantic walking milk pumps.
>Femanon picks you up like a doll, and carries you, your head stuffed between her cleavage and your back sinking into her gut.
>She moo's and giggles mischievously, apparently communicating to the Doc.
>This goes on for some time before they arrive at a reinforced door.
>The globular orange cow-Doc turns to you saying "Moo, moo mo-" and catches herself realizing you can't understand her.
>Punching in a couple of keys with a piece of scrap metal(beeg soft fingers), the door opens to what looks like a recreational room mixed with another lab.
>They drag you inside, and femanon flops you down on the bed...
>...and on top of you.
>She pries and tries to pull off the outfit on you while you're being smothered by her.
>Doc, meanwhile, is working on something, her swollen chest tucked underneath the table she's kneeling in front of, as to not get anything on it.
>She pulls herself up, holding a syringe of some sort, but you're too busy trying not to suffocate under your former classmate.
>Doc pulls Femanon off of you, and jams the injector into your thigh-a quick "Fwish" sound can be heard as it goes in.
>She then takes your hand to get your attention to the monitor on the wall, which reads-
>"Injection to keep you from turning into cow."
>"Not sure about side effects."
>"Don't really care about side effects, 2 horny."
>At this point, you'd probably shit yourself if you had eaten something earlier, but that's not the case.
>What is the case though, is you're about to eat.
>A lot.
>Doc pulls you off the bed, and you quickly find yourself sandwiched between her and Femanon.
>You can't but help get speechlessly hard between them, their guts are practically holding you up off the ground.
>They rub themselves all over you, soaking you in sweat and milk, as they lick and lavish your face with kisses.
>Finally, Doc shifts a bit, and you slip down a bit, at eye level with a green titanic nipple.
>Femanon grabs the back of your head and pushes you forward while Doc holds your mouth open.
>Guiding the green cannon to your mouth, it slips in, the salty sweet mix overpowering your senses.
>The can of meat pulsates with a heartbeat, and with each beat, milk is pumped out.
>You can feel it stiffen in your mouth, and even as you try to bite down in protest, it's got the firmness of pure rubber.
>Femanon moans loudly as a gush of milk is coaxed out by your futile attempt, going down your gullet into your gut.
>Warm milk fills your belly, you can't stop the flow, only embrace it and hope that you don't explode.
>After a couple minutes of forced-feeding, Doc pulls it out, leaving you gasping and sputtering for air.
>They release you, letting you drop to the ground with an engorged belly sticking out underneath your clothes.
>You feel bloated, but not uncomfortable. Its' a strange sensation, almost as if...
>Wait, are these clothes getting tighter?
>Your stomach rumbles and gurgles as it begins to flatten a bit, but your ass starts to press against the seams.
>Thighs following suit, you lean against Doc as Femanon watches your bottom half bloat nice and thick, skin spilling and stretching out.
>Everything is hot and tingling, your backside swelling and jiggling with each passing moment.
>Fat packs onto your hips, but your cock goes limp and is pressed against the straining fabric.
>Your thighs rub together as your hands press into your growing boy buns, they sink in like dough.
>You start to panic slightly, and then you feel it.
>Before you can get your hands down there, you find yourself restrained again, Femanon holding your arms, and Doc pumping you full this time.
>Same taste, same texture, you don't know what's happening, but you greedily suck and bite down on the monster and, taking what you can.
>All the while, your crotch heats up, filling out.
>Testicles swelling ever so slightly, pressing against the fabric, influencing your cock to fatten and engorge itself on the nutrients supplying it.
>After several minutes, your ass sticks out far and large, it's a shelf for sure, but it's not as bad as the girls.
>Your hips are a different story-Wider than your shoulders, they plump out and accentuate your new form as a monstrous bulge forms in front.
>You can feel soft hands groping the now tightening crotch, your flaccid cock growing denser by the second.
>Thicker and thicker, longer and harder, all you can think about is nutting, but no matter how much you drink, how hard she strokes you through the fabric, your "hard-on" doesn't actually feel like one.
>Rather, it's more along the lines of being incredibly heavy and hard despite the flaccid size, leading to the conclusion that you're barely eve-
>Another growth spurt hits you, and pre spurts through the fabric as your cock starts pushing 8 inches out, thick as an aerosol can.
>Pre gushes out the tip, your balls swelling and making a sweaty mess against your incredibly soft thighs.
>The feeling of being weighed down by your ass and thighs goes away as things begin to "firm up".
>Muscle forms underneath the layer of fat to support it, and in turn pushes it outward even more.
>The rush of precum continues and your balls strain the bottom of the suit before your ass finally tears the back.
>With a loud rip, you grunt and push out your buns revealing a overly large bottom, one you wouldn't mind sticking your head up if someone told you to.
>The shirt begins to tear in front as your crotch continues to bulge outwards even more, grapefruits and a meaty, thick rod, pushing outwards in an attempt to fuck something, anything.
>Fat packs on your stomach ever so slightly giving you a pear shape to your body.
>Eventually, the shirt rips in front and both of the girls rip off the rest.
>Femanon goes down on your ass, pushing her thick, fatty tongue inside, pressing against your prostate, practically massaging it.
>Doc goes down as well, sucking the tip of your fatty, despite it's incredible density, and stroking the compressed shaft.
>Her tongue runs up and down, all around, rubbing against the cumslit until...
>...she slips it in.
>Her saliva relaxes all the muscles inside, letting her slurp, suck, and smack around balls deep; her plump lips wrapped around your shaft continue to go up and down.
>Groaning and grunting, you've got both nipples in your face, drinking the intense flow of milk as you are doubly penetrated.
>And as if on cue, a thick streams of milk pump rapidly out of Doc into your throat once more, your cock growing, engorging with flesh to fill up the throat of the orange log licker beneath you.
>You can feel Pre pumping out of your oversized cock, an over-productive prostate mutated by the tainted milk.
>The tongue continues to tickle and writhe inside, while the lips stimulate and pressurize outside.
>Femanon's heartbeat can be felt through her appendage, and she deftly causes you grunt in pleasure.
>But to your dismay, you still can't get "hard"
>Pushing off Doc, and pulling Femanon's tongue out, you find out very quickly that-
>One, Doc slides her lips off a footlong of bulky, musky, man meat.
>Two, reaching behind to pull Femanon out proves to be difficult in that your ass is just FAT, and pleasurable in playing with, even the cheeks.
>You grip the shaft of your dick and pump it a couple times, but as you suspected- Thick, heavy, hard- to your hands and everyone else, but to you internally, it's almost numb in a way.
>She smacks your ass and kisses it for good measure before getting an eyeful of your monstercock.
>In a couple of seconds, you're thrown on the bed and straddled by Femanon.
>They moo back to each other a bit before agreeing on something.
>Doc walks around the other side, climbs on top of your chest, and you end up getting faceful of a wet, overgrown, fat, musky pussy.
>The smell of her pheromones overpowers any common sense you had and you greedily begin to lick and slurp away at it.
>As if on cue, your cock starts to twitch slightly, before growing once more.
>The growth spurt is accompanied by an increasing warm, wet tightness you've never known before.
>Femanon starts to ride you, pounding away at your body as you struggle to support the massive Thighs of the Doc.
>This goes on for some time, and after a while, the two girls swap out.
>Each time they've mounted you, you've grown a couple more centimeters larger, rounder, harder.
>Muscle is packed beneath fatty layers on your arms and torso.
>Your soft, somewhat chubby body rubs against the duo as this goes on.
>Finally, you struggle against the dripping sponge that is Femanon as Doc rides you.
>They've cum several times now, and it doesn't look like they're stopping anytime soon.
>"MMPH, MMPH" you scream, your voice muffled by her muff.
>Femanon shifts off of you, and in a strained voice, you say-
>"I-I don't *COUGH* know how to describe it, but I think I'm flaccid, its' just that...I can't..."
>Doc pulls herself off of you, and Femanon moves her green self off the bed.
>Both of them chat in cowspeak as your throbbing member pulsates, dripping syrup-thick precum on the floor.
>Despite how incredibly arousing this whole ordeal has become, the only thing your dick has done is become bigger and thicker, but not erect.
>Your balls on the other hand, are continually aching and gurgling, getting heavier by the moment.
>Vibrations of production inside would indicate that you'd be able to cum, but instead it's almost as if you're backed up.
>You grab a handful of sackmeat, only to discover it's incredibly taut and firm.
>Squeezing it does nothing for you except to further your sexual appetite and squeeze the sweat out.
>As you play with your bestial meats, your other hand drifts over to your ass, groping and squeezing the soft, plump, doughy mass.
>You're guessing maybe around 120 inches in circumference, based on the size of your thighs and how far your ass sticks out.
>You barely even notice the devilish duo staring at you the whole time.
>Finally, Doc gets an idea.
>She walks over once more, and calls Femanon over.
>Kneeling down, they pin you to the bed as they work your cock and balls with their tongues.
>Rough, yet smooth textures rub and glide all over your meat as you grunt and strain against the assault.
>Femanon plants her inflated lips around your mast and starts to greedily suck, harder than normal.
>The pressure increases as she bobs her head up and down, and you can feel the flow of precum speed up as it's sucked out.
>Soon enough, she's chugging you, drinking your essence in.
>Your meat doubles in girth once more from the incredible blowjob, resulting in a 5 inch diameter.
>Nuts gurgle and thicken, the sack tightens as it's stretched out, veins branching out every which way.
>By now, it's almost like you're carrying cantaloupes in front of you at all times.
>Tears stream down your face from your denied orgasm as the onslaught continues.
>Femanon lets up, and grabs your head once more.
>Doc cups your ass and puts you in her lap.
>You find yourself being force-fed once more, and this time, it's not just Femanon-Doc is in it too.
>They squeeze and moo, grope and shove their nipples into your face as you lap up and suck on their thickness.
>Milky warmth spreads throughout your body as you start growing again.
>Suddenly, something stiffens.
>Starting near your bum-hole, it's almost like something just tightened up to an impossible degree.
>The feeling travels underneath, pulling up your scrotum instinctively and in futile, as it bloats and audibly churns.
>Your cock is seized with a feeling you know all too well.
>In that moment, you were drowned in an animalistic lust, the need to breed.
>Doc holds you closer to you as Femanon jerks off your growing dick.
>Thick precum gives way to murky precum, then whitish, then finally a milky-yellow rope of spunk shoots out.
>It slams into the wall with incredible force, enough to dent the metal.
>Thudding on the ground beneath, if you looked at it long enough, you could see it MOVE, like a slime mold.
>More spills out of the head of your cock as she strokes you while you drink.
>Each stroke punctuated with a spurt, each spurt punctuated by a pulsing wave of orgasmic bliss.
>Your hand reaches between her thighs, and you look at her desperately.
>She knows you want it.
>She knows you NEED it.
>Instead, she lifts your member to her tits, mashing them in between and sucking on the thick meal coming out of it.
>What followed next was the 1st stage of the longest orgasm in your life.
>She sucked and slurped, tickling the head into nutting as hard as possible, and then just when you thought you felt resistance, it was replaced with an incredible suction that somehow, your balls couldn't keep up with.
>Slurping away at the meat straw that is your dick, her gut distends outwards even more, milk jettisons as veins branch out near her nipples.
>Her ass plumps up significantly more, the bed is starting to creak.
>She finishes off, and pushes the head of your penis to doc.
>Lying down on her lap, you find a large nipple jammed into your mouth before you experience the S U C C.
>Doc doesn't hold back, she's massaging your balls as you cream and pump away in an attempt to not get drained effortlessly.
>You barely keep up, and instead feel her nipple grow longer and thicker, pushing it's way down your throat.
>Deepthroating her nipple while getting blown at the same time creates an interesting combination.
>Her milk is a lot thicker and has more of a saturated taste, but the effect that it came with...
>Within seconds, you start to outgrow her mouth and find yourself getting erect...for the second time?
>Your already "erect" cock, was only stiff because of how much meat there was.
>Now it's time for it to expand outwards.
>Pushing past the 18 inch mark, you spurt your way into two foot territory, nutting every which way and wherever.
>Thick cords of spunk splatter everywhere, the girls try to keep up with it, but instead are coated by it and slip off the bed with you in tow.
>Slamming on the ground, you pull yourself up only to discover that your impact dented the steel floor, and left no pain or scars.
>Neat.
>Finally standing up, you wrap your hands around your shaft, and shuffle forwards towards Femanon's green, exposed, puffy, snatch.
>Without warning, you push the frothing tip in and feel yourself getting sucked in all the way to the balls.
>Pushing her ass cheeks apart, you create a steady grip and start to pump back and forth, the raised veins and wrinkles on your cock scraping her insides, causing her to moo loudly.
>This goes on for a while, your infinite orgasm steadily filling her up before you decide to ramp it up a bit more.
>You strain and tighten your kegels in an effort to get it all out, and everything just SNAPS.
>Screaming in pleasure, a torrent of thick, gloopy, cum pushes it's way through your urethra, making it bulge and expand out to accommodate the freight train of FUCK.
>Femanon moo's worriedly as she can feel the bulging cord that is your urethra.
>Her worry is replaced by astonishment as the Industrial Oil thick mixture finally pushes out of the tip, and like a cork on the bottle-
>It explodes.
>Her womb is quickly filled up, and her vag clamps down so hard there's nowhere else for it to go.
>Her gut starts to gurgle and fill, and she moo's confusedly as you pump her full.
>Doc watches on, the rate of her peach dripping until it's almost a damn waterfall.
>Your head is loaded with dopamine and an insatiable libido, the orgasm breaking you down as a man and more into a beast.
>With a surprising amount of force, you pull the half-foot thick, 3 foot long log out.
>Femanon's green vagina twitches, and you can't even see her breasts based on how much she's filled out.
>The rate of your cumshot has slowed down, but the orgasm, now at an hour isn't over yet.
>You turn around and are met by a wet sloppy kiss from the doc.
>She pushes you down on the ground and tries to mount you, but slips.
>Your engorged member pushes into her somewhat plump asshole and slips straight through.
>Without warning, you start thrusting, and she too starts to milk you.
>Her asshole tightens at the base, but the walls inside writhe and wrap around, almost vibrating and massaging your corrupted cock.
>Both of you continually pound for the next 30 minutes, cups of load frothing to the top every now and then.
>Finally, you reach the ceiling again, the orgasm starts to ramp up once more-
>Pushing her over with unnatural strength, you start to blast off inside of her ass.
>Her buns pressure and grow as you dump, and dump, and DUMP in her.
>Your nutsack can be audibly heard gurgling and churning, overproducing in order to keep up.
>At this point, your load has become so thick, it's clumping together, forming lumps in the mixture.
>Various bulges can be seen and felt through your urethra as you pump her full of your engorged seed.
>Her gut bloats and fills out of control, and mooing is quickly replaced by the sound of "GURK!" and consecutive splatters and thuds as you go all the way through.
>The orgasm ramps up once more, and your boner has assumed direct control.
>Wave after wave of cumshots, the rest of the session is a blur of fucking, cum, milk, and other things you don't remember.
>The last thing you remember was having your cock in something warm and tight, and lots of screaming, seeing stars, etc.
>Doc would later tell you that you were overdosing on dopamine in response to the unrelenting orgasm, and you collapsed when it ended.
>The week after...
>You've been discreetly expelled from the university, but that's okay.
>Dudeanon is currently suffering the same fate you did, but you're both being kept separate. Something about about aggressive dominance instincts.
>Orianna, AKA Doc has decided to let you stay in the factory, granted you pay a "tax" once a week, or whenever she's feeling in the mood.
>Femanon on the other hand is staying for research purposes.
>Your family back home thinks you're working in some kind of high paying job, just like everyone else in the school.
>And more mutations have cropped up-Tails, increased muscle mass and height, more libido, etc.
>You've still got the fat ass, but your nipples have become significantly enlarged. Think dime width tips pushing through the fabric of whatever shirt you wear, surrounded by a darkened areolae.
>You file down your horns in the mirror, wondering what you should wear.
>Looking through the closet, you find a nice shirt, and a pair of Hyper-Stretch boy-shorts, that would normally be for women, but Doc has yet to order/make any male clothes yet.
>She really enjoys seeing you cross-dress, something about how male and female aspects clashing, shit like that.
>Femanon just wants to tongue your ass into submission again, revenge for filling her up a week ago.
>Grabbing the shorts, you slip them on, only to discover that the crotch is noticeably tighter against your dense, meaty, musk-laden member.
>The smell wafts up to your nose, a mixture of sweat and cum.
>You simply try to adjust it around, but it only causes you to produce precum. Again.
>Sighing, you give up as you walk out of your room, thick precum spilling out of the fabric as your ass jiggles back and forth.
>Finally reaching the kitchen, Femanon, or Anonymoo as she's started calling herself, sits there with two bloated teats leaking thick milk.
>Breakfast, as usual, for you.
>You sit down on the stool below, and start sucking away as Doc sneaks underneath and undoes the front of the shorts, taking your growing member in whole.
>Breakfast, not as usual, for her.
>As you kick the stool out from underneath you, Doc grabs your fatty cheek and starts to smack and jiggle it, coaxing thick curds of cum out of you in seconds.
>More milk flows down your throat, and even though you've gotten used to this, or as used to it as one can get, your tail swishes back and forth in thought-
>You can't actually overdose on dopamine, right?
>Your thought is interrupted by another messy cream bubbling out of your dick, causing Orianna's gut to slam on the floor with a loud thud/smack.
>Pushing your long hair out of the way, you simply grunt, suck, and cum at the same time.
>Looks like it's gonna be another messy day again.