Roxy counted the stack on the sly, under the coffee house table. She had a habit of ordering her money by serial number. It formed a close connection to every bill, forging evidence of how worked hard to get each one.
Still about a hundred short. That dress isn’t gonna buy itself.
The door jingle of the coffee shop drew her attention. Two people stepped inside, two college students, Leon and Claire. She tucked the bills into her purse and worked through the plan. Coffee houses were treasure troves of accidents, but she had something special planned for them. She stood up and hurried to the restroom, making sure the guy of the pair spotted her. There was no way he wouldn’t, Roxy wore the shortest skirt she had that day.
She stopped halfway there to root through her purse, jutting her ass out just enough to turn heads. Roxy could practically hear the necks crick, turning to steal a peek. She felt Leon’s eyes on her, glancing back to confirm. They made eye contact briefly, but he glanced away.
Claire chatted with him, completely oblivious. She was the trusting type. The very reason Roxie was able to siphon away money from Leon time after time. Not my fault you don’t put out, dumb bitch.
“Hey hon, pick out a table,” Leon said. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”
Claire gave his arm a little squeeze. “Sure, you want me to get the coffee too?”
“Yeah sure…” He absentmindedly held out a twenty. “You know what I like.”
She took the twenty, giggled and moved to the line, the serpentine put her back to Roxy. Perfect.
Leon walked towards the restroom hesitating next to Roxy, his sunny countenance melted away. “What are you doing here?”
“Getting coffee, what’s it look like? But I can’t quite find my money…”
Leon groaned fishing in his wallet. He plucked out a twenty and held it out.
Roxy plucked his wallet from his fingers. Four crisp new hundreds sat among a row of twenties. “Oh, there it is.”
“Hey, you can’t just--”
“Oh really? I can’t, or shouldn’t? Just like you shouldn’t mess around with other girls just because your beloved is saving herself for marriage.” Roxy glanced over at Claire. “Spoilers: She’s not worth the wait.”
“You leave Claire out of this. Just give me back my wallet, OK?”
Roxy plucked out the money inside then handed it back.
Leon twisted up his face. “Fine, but this is the last time.”
Roxy fanned herself with the money. “Are you suuure? I don’t think you can keep your hands off me.” She traced the top of her perky B-cups with her pinky.
He flushed and urged her into the hall. “Not here, damn it.”
She playfully jogged around the restroom hall corner, rustling her little miniskirt in just the right way. Not many people knew it, but the coffee shop had three restrooms. The Men's, the Women’s and thee unmarked employee one. That one locked and Roxy had every damn manager in the place wrapped around her finger. She reached to open it but Leon stopped her, turning her so her back lay against the door.
“No. I’m telling you it’s over. This was the last time.”
Roxy gave him a blank look, one that melted into a smile. “This time is the last one?”
“N-No. I mean, last time was… I…” His gaze fell to her cleavage. She folded her arms under her breasts, deepening the effect. “...damn it Roxy. Why do you have to be so fucking hot?”
“Face it, Leon. Things aren’t gonna work between you and that naive bitch. If you’re not happy now, what makes you think you’re gonna be happy when you put a ring on her finger?”
He snapped out of his daze. “You’re wrong. I love Claire. You’re just using my dick against me.”
“Well, it’s not going anywhere, is it? Look. I don’t care if we mess around or not. I’m keeping this money either way.”
Leon opened the restroom door and shooed her inside the employee restroom, closed the door and grabbed Roxy’s tits, rough enough to make her squeal. “This time is the last one. Make it fast.”
She grinned, dropped to her knees and went to work.
Roxy left the employee restroom two minutes later. The line had thinned quite a bit and Claire was a person away from being served. Roxy lined up behind her. “Hey, Claire.”
Claire jumped at hearing her voice. “Oh! Roxy, I didn’t see you were in here.”
“You know, needed my caffeine. Here, let me pay for yours too.”
Claire blushed. “No, it’s alright. I’m here with my boyfriend. He gave me money to pay for it.”
“You have a boyfriend?” Roxy said. “That’s big news. Why don’t you let me buy both your coffees then?”
Roxy strutted past her, the attendant pushed a macchiato towards her. It was her usual drink. She smiled down at the blob of frothy milk on top. “Thanks, but I need you to make me a new one-- to go. No cream today. I’ve had plenty today.”
She left a minute later, sipping her drink as she walked. The coffee might have been bitter, but making a profit on idiots was so sweet. With Leon’s little donation, she would have more than enough money to cover the dress. I deserve matching accessories for this little act of brilliance, or maybe a matching bra.
All in all, she was feeling pretty good about herself. The dress shop was only a short walk from the coffee shop, but just out of range from Claire going there randomly. Roxy relished the notion of Claire finding out Leon was cheating on her. It’d play out perfect really, he’d turn to Roxy, drown his sorrows with sex while she drowned out his whining by spending his money.
Leon’s family had money, but not enough to justify seriously considering him as a husband. Besides, she knew him well enough to know he was a tit man. If things did work out with Claire, he’d probably twist her arm into getting implants… and not the normal kind either. He wanted girls with saline watermelons strapped to them.
Not that he ever complained about my body.
She stopped a block away from the dress shop to sort her new spoils. The last thing she’d want to do is walk in there like some sort of peasant counting bills when it came time to settle up. Just because she was spending every cent to her name on clothes didn’t mean she had to look like she was.
Rent was due in five days and the credit cards in eight, but the party was in two-- and there was no way in hell she was going to show up in a two-month-old dress. She’d be laughed out of the front door. She would never let that happen. Never.
She found the dress right where she left it. She held it up against herself, working through what jewelry she had and what would need to be bought. It was her color, made her butt look great and fit her perfectly. Well, mostly. It was clearly made for someone with a bit more of a chest, but that was easy enough to work around.
Unless someone actually invents a breast cream that works, I can just bring it in a little.
Roxy took the dress to the attendant, haggled it down ten percent by pointing out a non-existent flaw and even got them to do the alteration for free. Of course, that meant having to have the cash burn a hole in her pocket for another twenty-four hours. She handed over the crisp hundreds to keep the illusion alive.
She couldn’t just offer to pay it up front, then they’d know she was hard pressed for money. If only the party was a few days out. I could use tips to settle up. Fridays are always good around this time of year.
Roxy kept the mental Arithmetic from her facial expression, though. Well to do ladies just spent without any regard. The last thing she wanted was to be stamped a fraud.
Now she had time to kill, but not enough to find another mark for a con. Guess I’ll hit up that new jewelry store on the way home.
But on the way, she came across an alleyway she didn’t recognize. She’d sworn she’d walked past a thousand times, but she’d never seen it. Roxy knew every shady looking shop in the city-- this one was certainly shady.
It’s probably just some shitty curio shop. She moved to disregard it, but something deep inside her gave her pause. The last time she found a place like that she found a necklace worth five grand for a hundred fifty. She’d lived good off that eBay haul and it helped her establish her rapport with the high-end stores.
So, it’s worth checking out, I guess. Roxy made her way to the front door, careful to keep herself ready for an ambush. Hoodlums loved setting up in front of places like this looking for easy targets. Roxy knew her way around a can of pepper spray and what parts to punt when guys bigger than her got frisky.
Well guys that didn’t respect her going rate anyway.
Once convinced the way was clear she approached the shop. She couldn’t see inside, even up close, but the place looked clean. It was definitely open.
What kind of shop doesn’t want people to see what’s in-- It hit her all at once. Oh, it must be a porno shop. Heh. Well, I got time to kill.
She moved to the doorway, pushing against it to find it unlocked. Inside she squinted against the interior. It was considerably brighter inside than the dreary city day cloaked by pollution.
Statuettes glinted, jewels sparkled and the lusterless trinkets looked old enough to be in a museum. The place stunk of money. She covered her mouth, out of fear of drooling.
Roxy turned to see the shopkeeper-- a tall blonde woman clad in hideous cowboy clothes. Her hat, vest and pants… crotchless chaps by the way… had a hideous tan and white cow-print while her knotted off blouse and panties were bright red. Her breasts were enormous and enormously fake too. She gave Roxy and enthusiastic wave and those mounds of… whatever they were… barely moved. Her thick nipples poked through the fabric of her blouse. There was no bra holding up those monstrosities, that was for sure.
Roxy waved back, mustering up the politest tone she could fake. “Heya… is this… your store?”
“Oh, shucks no… I don’t own it,” the woman said in a deep southern drawl. “I guess you can say I’m married to my work?”
So, she’s just the person they get to watch the fort? Roxy’s smile became genuine. The shopkeeper looked pretty young, young enough to be in college, but those giant stripper boobs made her future pretty clear. Maybe she married some Texas oil baron? Roxy cleared her throat. “This is an amazing shop, I love antiques so I’m shocked I haven’t seen you before. What’s your name?”
She held out a hand. “Demitra, pleased as punch to meet you.”
Roxy approached into a cloud of cloying perfume. She managed to maintain her composure though. She shook her hand, finding it quite dainty considering her rather large frame. “Pleasure’s all mine. You mind if I look around? I might want to buy something.”
“Please do,” Demitra said.
Roxy drifted down the aisles, browsing through the shop. She didn’t dare touch anything. There were rules about such things. Expectations. She glanced back to find Demitra fiddling with her phone, paying her no mind.
Right. They probably have cameras all over this place. Better see if I can find any…
Roxy divided her time between browsing and scanning the ceiling, but if there were cameras she didn’t see any. The ceiling was flat plaster, with no signs of two-way glass or camera bubbles. Also, none of the objects had price tags.
What am I going to do? I can’t just ask for prices… I guess I have to act like I’m interested in a piece. She settled on something she looked like she could afford, a statuette of Ra, the sun god. “Excuse me, do you know if this statue is authentic? It would absolutely match my den.”
“Oh, that thingie? It’s uh… from Egypt.”
Roxy clenched her jaw. Obviously! And is definitely real. Maybe she thinks it’s fake? “I was thinking a hundred and fifty dollars might make a good point to start haggling.”
Demitra slapped her knee. Her bulbous bolt-ons didn’t move an inch. “One fifty? Ha! You can have that for a buck.”
“A...A hundred?” Roxy said, shocked. It’s worth at least nine hundred… probably more.”
“Naw. I mean a buck. A dollar.”
Roxy stared, mouth hanging open. It took her a moment to realize the gravity of the woman’s words. Even a convincing fake would pull it a hundred dollars. “That’s quite a deal. You… I… I’ll take it.”
“Great, I’ll wrap it up for you.”
Roxy glanced over to another piece. A solid gold Mayan eagle statue. She’d placed it at about five thousand dollars… if this lady was up for selling it… She licked her lips before going on. “How much for the eagle statue?”
“That chicken? Shucks. That’s a purdy one. I better ramp up the price on that.”
I knew it. Too good to be true… at least I got--
Roxy felt dizzy. Five. Dollars. If it was pure fool’s gold she could sell it for three hundred, easy. The authentic appearance alone make it great. “I-I’ll take it too!”
“Great I’ll wrap it up read careful, like. We gotta make room for the good stuff, after all.”
“G-good stuff?” Roxy felt herself getting wet. The amount of money she’d make… the money she could make… “If you need to make room I’d be happy to buy more.”
“Well hold on a sec. This stuff is cursed.”
Roxy’s high drooped a little. “Cursed?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’d be happy to sell you whatever you’d like, but everything in this shop should only be sold to a self-sufficient person.”
“You know, someone that is ready for anythin’. The type likely to survive in one of them zombie apo-co-chips.”
Roxy grinned. “No worries there, I practically exhume self-sufficiency. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone better.”
“Is that so?” Demitra said, raising a brow. “Then maybe you can help a lady out? Cuz we got this thing in the back room? African, made of purified bronze, tall as me. Darned thing, wouldn’t you know it, I can’t sell it for the life of me. It’s yours if you want it.”
Roxy swallowed back a lump in her throat. “A-African? Bronze?”
“Yep. Got these real purty jewels for eyes.”
Roxy pulled out her phone browsing through the net. She found it, a statue she’d seen on a whim. Some crazy collector guy promised a billion dollars to the person that found it. The notion this could be the same statue was ludicrous but ever treasure bone in Roxy’s body screamed out. She held out her phone, zooming in on the picture so Demitra couldn’t see the article. “Is this it?”
“Right as rain. The very same.”
Roxy couldn’t hold her excitement in. “...and you’re sure I can have it? I mean… that’s really generous of you.”
“You seem like a swell gal. It looks real big, but it’s just unwieldy really. Not heavy at all. We could have it deliv--”
“No! No… I can carry it. I don’t want to cause you any trouble. I can just call a friend to help me he has a car.”
“Sounds great, I’ll just unlock the back room and you can go grab it.”
Roxie texted Leon. She kept it simple. Hey, sorry about before. I feel terrible about being a bitch. If you do me a favor, I’ll give you back your money.
He answered a minute later. You and your favors… I’m out with Claire.
It’s nothing weird. I just found an antique statue, I really want it and this lady is giving it to me for free. FREE. Come bring your truck after your date and I’ll give you your money back.
She even had the money to give him. The deposit for the dress only used up what she’d saved.
Fine. It’ll be an hour. Picking up a statue better not mean anything else.
Roxy pumped her fist quietly. “Ok, so… I just go in the back room?”
“Yeah, but about payment…”
“Payment? But you said it was free?”
“Money wise, sure, but I need something in exchange. The back room is a different thing than the shop. You can buy all you want from here but back there…”
“Fine. I get it. You want something cool, right?” Roxy pulled off her watch. “This is an heirloom from my family. You’re lucky I was wearing it today, but since you’re helping me out with the statue, I’ll give you this.” She held it out and Demitra assessed it.
“Really? An heirloom?”
“Yeah. It means the world to me.” Roxy fell into the lie easily, she’d used it countless times. Mostly because there was a watch just like it in her jewelry box back home. Her dad gave her the watch and the twelve fakes. He told her over and over that suckers were born every day but you had to break out the good stuff when it came to the tough nuts. “I know you said you’d give it to me for free, but this… I’ve been looking for this statue my whole life. I have a fiancé I love sooo much and I want that fertility statue so we can have triplets.”
Demitra took the watch. “Well then, since you’re being all earnest? I don’t see the harm. It should work out for you.”
Yessss! She took a deep breath to calm herself. “So, I just walk through that door?”
Demitra hopped off her chair, pulling a key ring from her desk. “Yep. Just keep walking till you see it.”
While she worked to unlock the door, Roxy glanced back to where she was sitting. There was no sign of a cash register, or a point of sale computer. When she looked back, Demitra had the door open to reveal a long well-lit hallway.
“Oh,” Demitra said, snapping her fingers. “I gotta stay up here to watch the shop, but if you need something there’s an intercom by the statute. Just press it and I’ll be able to hear you.”
Better make this quick before she changes her mind. Roxy stepped forward and into the hall. The air was stuffy, with the air of an attic but with a smell she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It reminded her of her friend Mandy’s house. Cats. Litterboxes. Right. It smells like animals. She waved a hand in front of her nose. It wasn’t strong, just enough to be distracting.
After walking for a while she crossed two doors both with peepholes. She gave them a try but they were locked. She glanced back to see if Demitra was still watching. When she noted she wasn’t… she flipped open one of them. The smell of squalor hit her hard like someone had piled shit and tried covering up the smell with more shit. Curiosity urged her to open the flap again, this time she peeked in.
Someone had set up a pig pen, with troughs filled with slop. She let the little window snap shut. Weird.
Roxy moved to the other door and opened the flap. This one smelled better, but only marginally so. The stale stink of hay and an underlying sweet smell she recognized… giant containers of white liquid sat on the side of the room. Milk? It’s a cow pen? The other… pigs? Where are the animals though?
She let go of the flap and twisted up her face. It was weird to see something like that in the city, especially since the building didn’t look that big from the outside. She worked through the layout in her head. I haven’t gone downstairs at all. But then I should be in the middle of fifth street.
Roxy shook her head and kept moving to the final door at the end of the hall. A handwritten sign hung on it. She traced her finger over it and read it aloud. “Last chance to come clean.” She flipped it over finding it blank. When she flipped it over again, it said: Storage.
Huh? I swear it…
She shook away the thought. No. I’m just… excited about the money. The door opened with a click. Inside was pitch black. “Hello?”
Roxy leaned inside, cool air tickled her face. “Light switch… light switch…” She felt on one side of the door, then the other. With no luck, she tried to lean inside and squint. Her foot hit empty air.
“W-what?” She toppled forward, plunging into the darkness. She tumbled face first into something slick and wet. It caught her and she slid recklessly forward. It showed no sign of stopping. She flailed trying to stop herself, but she couldn’t get a hold. The chute was too wide and curved in the worst places she only managed to roll onto her back making the whole thing that much more terrifying.
A flicker of light caught her eye, but it swished by faster than she could reach. Another, then another until light poured over her and the ‘slide’ leveled out to an open floor. She collided with a wall, leaving her in a crumpled heap.
“Ow ow ow…” She sat up, rubbing her head. Her clothes were soaked with stale smelling water. She stood up and took in her surroundings. Piles of boxes lined the wall and five evenly spaced lamps kept the room well lit. She saw no sign of the slide where she came in. On the far end of the room stood the statue Demitra spoke of. Her billion-dollar meal ticket. Her worries about the slide and the strangeness about her receded a little.
That was until she realized the room had no exit.
Next to the statue, she spotted the intercom. She pressed it, deciding to stay calm. “Hey, uh Demitra… why didn’t you warn me about the slide?”
“Slide? What are you talking about?”
Roxy looked down at herself, she wasn’t wet anymore. “Uh… I… never mind. So, I found the statue, but I don’t see a way out.”
“...you don’t?” Demitra hesitated. “Uh, girlie. You were telling the truth before, right?”
“Truth? What do you mean?”
“I’m just speaking ha-pee-testicles here, but if you went through that door with bad payment, then there’s be a cost involved.”
Roxy was losing her patience. “Cost? But I paid you!”
“Oh boy… so this here watch is fake, huh? Paying with fake payment is the worst. But tell you what, no hard feelings. Let’s just get this over with.”
A little panel flipped open revealing two pills.
“Pills? What are these?”
“Pig or Cow.”
“I said. Pig or cow?”
“How about neither! I’m not putting any kind of weird pill in my mouth. Not happening.”
Demitra laughed. “Neither is the worst answer you know. The. Worst.”
Something cold tickled Roxy between her legs. She tried to flinch away from it, but it pushed up and through her panties, pushing into her sex. The presence was soft and squishy like gelatin, but something, solidly held in together.
She gasped against a warm thick presence. Too thin to be semen, more like oil or lotion. It tricked inside her like a little hose.
“Wh-what is that?”
“Nothing dangerous. But it is unpleasant. If I were you, I’d pick. Pig or cow.”
Roxy struggled against the invasive presence, but it held her in place. Moving didn’t hurt, it was more the opposite, squirming felt incredibly good. So good it was hard to think of anything but the invasion. It also taunted another squirt of liquid into her.
I gotta call the police. This is insane. She pulled out her phone, to find the battery stone dead or at the least it didn’t turn on. No! How? It was at like 60% a minute ago!
Her gaze turned to the pills. One was pink, the other mottled brown. The pink one is pig, the spotted… no. I can’t seriously be considering taking them. I won’t. I can’t.
Standing up was getting hard. Not because her legs hurt, but because standing felt… unnatural.
“So,” Demitra said. “Maybe I should give you a hint. Those pills? They’re the physical side of your choice. That good pumping into your lady bits? That’s helping you get more into the part. Take too long and well… you might never want to leave. Thankfully for us and you, them pills are might tasty. So eventually instincts gonna kick in and choose for ya.”
“Pig or cow. Either you make a conscious choice, or you’ll be drawn to eat the one best suited for yah. I’m wagerin’ you’re more of a piggy.”
“Fuck off,” Roxy said. “I’m not either… I’m a… a… uggghh….”
Thinking became difficult and a distant smell distracted her. But it wasn’t distant at all. It was the little tasty looking jellybean just in reach. Mmm… Pink. It’s probably bubble gum…
Her senses screamed out. Pig! That’s the pig pill. She yanked back her hand forcefully. If I eat that I’ll probably get fat. No one would want me. I’d be ruined!
Her gaze flicked over to the other pill. It looked like a marshmallow jellybean. It looked and smelled divine. She reached out and rolled it in her fingers. She couldn’t pick it up. She couldn’t remember how. It was like her hand was a useless hoof, dangling over the bean.
I need to eat. It’s getting worse… I… I…
Roxy leaned forward, mashing her face on the panel. The pink pill fell to the floor and her nose hovered inches from the ground.
There’s… there’s no way this will turn me into a cow. It probably means boobs. Huge boobs that Leon would love. Oh god, he’d probably want to fuck me all day… fill me with babies… my life isn’t over. I can do this.
She reached with her tongue trying to get the bean, it jostled around, but it didn’t stick. It fell onto the floor.
No! No! She chased after it, the thing between her legs complied, easing her to go on all fours. She sniffed around on the ground trying to find the bean it wasn’t there. Her fingers brushed on something. Found it!
Roxy stooped over ready to press her lips on the ground. It tasted terrible, dirty and salty. But the smell of the bean was divine and alluring. The urge to bite down and swallow was strong.
Wait. What color? Pig or cow?
She forced herself to stand. The pink pill lay before her, dented by her teeth.
Close. That was… pig. She glanced around searching until she spotted the white bean. She scurried over, the thing between her legs stretching and jostling. Another squirt poured into her. It was just out of reach.
She pawed at it, rolling it closer on the third try and picked it up between her teeth. Cow. This one… I pick it. She sat up, took a deep breath and bit down. Flavor exploded in her mouth. It tasted like fresh cream and strawberries. The presence between her legs melted away, leaving a delicious sticky residue behind.
All at once she remembered the joy of having hands and the best use for them, thrusting a hand between her legs and masturbating furiously. She rolled onto her back and savored the sensations shooting through her body. The substance inside her created intoxicating warmth and left her clitoris feeling overwhelming sensitive like she’d been thrown into heat.
She lost all sense of time. The floor felt so comfortable, unnaturally so. She arched her back, surrendering to the pleasure.
Why am I so turned on? Oh, r-right… I’m gonna be rich… rich!
Roxy masturbated harder, working herself into her first orgasm. She moaned against the pleasure, hardly recognizing her own voice. It seemed deeper, lustier now. She pushed for another, but her clothes distracted her they felt tight. Not just that, it suddenly felt weird to be clothed at all.
She pawed helplessly at her clothes unable to recall what she had to do to get them off. A rip in her blouse presented the answer. The realization hit all at once, her arousal masked a fullness in her body she hadn’t noticed before. Her breasts strained against the fabric, widening the tear. They felt so full and firm, leaving her with a tingling sensation at the tips of her nipples and spreading warmth across their breadth. Roxy touched them, alarmed to find they were significantly larger. Glancing down, she spied a clear and deep line of cleavage-- before she could only do something like that by stooping over and pressing them together. Now it happened easily, with her breasts spilling out of her now too small bra.
Muffin tops. She giggled. The phrase seemed to silly before, but seeing breasts-- her breasts-- bubbling out of her straining top, quivering and puffing up, it made her hungry for more.
I think I chose wisely. I look good like this. She sat up, admiring herself. Doing so put a strain on her panties, digging against her sopping wet sex. She shifted in place, noting the shimmy of her hips against the tight confines of her skirt. She pulled at the front with her thumb, the buttons surrendered easily, giving her more breathing room. Her stomach was still flat and alluring, but her hips had filled out quite a bit and her butt shifted against the cool floor. It’d gone from barely there to bootylicious.
I’ve screwed around enough. I should get out of here.
Roxy reached for the com but found herself only doing that. It was too far away. Shrugging, she moved on all fours and padded closer, each ‘step’ sending her new tits into a sloshy bounce.
Slosh? She looked down, deliberately shaking this time and something moved towards the front of her breasts-- something tangible. She reached up with a hand and nearly toppled over, catching herself with an elbow. Her breast mashed against the cold ground and sent a rush of pleasure through her.
Yikes. They’re sensitive and… and…
It was enough to get her close to orgasm. Roxy lowered herself to the ground, rubbing both breasts along the ground. It felt delicious. She rubbed back and forth, back arched and further tearing her top. The jostling popped her completely out of her bra, leaving it to uselessly cup under their girth. She wasn’t even close to being able to fit into the measly B-cup bra. She’d need to buy something much, much larger.
Maybe triple D? Wow… Leon is going to flip when he sees me.
Roxy bit her lip at the thought. It was so easy to imagine him plowing her from behind. She suddenly had the urge to have Claire watch… maybe just set it up so she caught them full on fucking. But among her distractions, she felt something else, something different. A tingling underneath her swelling bosom.
Undaunted she rubbed more, trying to get her first orgasm from breast play alone. She’d never thought it possible. She worked it harder, faster until she was so close she could taste it. Then it came out, moisture dribbled through her shirt like rain had landed on her front. But contradicting that, she felt it dribble outward leaving her with the delicious sensation of her breasts reaching climax.
“M-Milk?” Roxy gasped, the word turned into a lusty moan. It felt so good to feel it coming out of her. Perhaps good wasn’t the best word. It felt right. The context of the pill became clear. The pill was turning her into a cow. A human milk cow.
No… No… The realization snapped her from her passion. She got up on all fours and hurried to the panel. Scrambling along the wall to reach the com button. She felt so clumsy, unruly and her breasts mashed against the wall, deepening the tear on her shirt. Her nipples poked out, stung by the chill of the concrete. It hit her with an unchecked wave of pleasure. Milk dribbled down the fronts of her breasts, dripping to the floor.
Panic hit her in a strange way like she was more concerned about wasting the milk than it being there at all.
No! That doesn’t matter. I need help! She smacked the com button. “De… Demi…. Dur…” Why can’t I remember her name?!
“Just relax. Let it happen.” Her voice was oddly friendly. “The best path to redemption is acceptance, ya know?”
Let it happen? No! I don’t want to be a cow!
Roxy opened her mouth to protest, but she couldn’t talk. Not that she couldn’t form the words, but that she felt like she shouldn’t. She sagged to the ground, back on all fours and felt oddly content. Her breasts surged with growth, finishing off her top and leaving it dangling across her back like a useless towel. She arched her back, adjusting to the weight and the growth settled into her ass and hips sending a bubbling gurgle through her. With a satisfying ‘snap’ her panties fell away.
Can I even do anything about this? I mean… milk? A curvy body. It’s not all bad… I guess. She jostled enough to shake off the scraps of her top and skirt, but her bra stayed firm. In fact, she felt a stirring against the silky fabric. She swayed her tits side to side to confirm, but there was something behind and under them, something held her bra in place. At first, she thought it was the underside of her blossomed bosom, but now she was sure of it. They moved independently from the presence below them.
It’s almost like I… She couldn’t finish the thought because she realized the truth of it. She’d grown another pair of breasts, about as large as her old ones, filling out the bra perfectly. The very notion twisted her stomach. She wasn’t just a curvy woman, she was a freak. The stupid pill wasn’t just making her like a cow. It was actually turning her into one.
Not only that, her ‘extra boobs’ were growing. They strained against the fabric of the bra, swelling abruptly. It rode the bra up higher, catching the garment between her swelling assets. She gasped against a surge of pleasure. The new pair was eager to catch up with their neighbor. They fattened again, faster this time, pushing the bra to sit uselessly between both pairs of tits.
Roxy’s top pair were huge, challenging the size of her head, while the bottom was on the large side of normal. Triple D’s probably but where they were positioned she couldn’t tell. They’d sprouted just over her belly and left the odd sensation of having a fat stomach.
Ugh… what am I going to do… this is…
Her thought was silenced by another surge of growth. This one erratic and merciless. Her top left breast, as if jealous from the action surged, sending a noisy smack against the concrete. The contact with the cool ground caught her off guard, but the one on the right surged just as quick. Smack.
Her now-thick nipples tilted forward, sending milk pouring onto the floor.
“You should probably move while you still can,” Demitra said. “We have a nice little spot set up for you.”
A door opened on the edge of her peripheral vision. She moved to it reflexively, dragging her breasts along the ground. She arched her back a little, giving her just enough leeway to move, but her nipples still brushed against it sending little prickles of pleasure through her body.
I need to get out of here. So, I have to listen for now.
She bit her lip, fighting back the pleasure welling inside of her. She moved through the door, and into the hall-- one she recognized. Freedom was a few hundred feet away. The floor was smooth now, something she hadn’t noticed before. It felt nice against her nipples, enough that she didn’t mind the dragging. Her nipples lolled around and left a little trail of milk in her wake. Her front breasts felt full and content like they were done growing. She just knew somehow.
Roxy grew accustomed to the shifting of her back pair, they wobbled and swelled with each step. She wasn’t worried, she just had to walk with her butt in the air a bit higher. She had plenty of time even if the back pair caught up with the front.
Her pussy was sopping wet, free to the air she fantasized about what Leon would do when he saw her. No doubt he’d never want to let her go. He’d probably just fuck her on the spot and fill her with babies. The thought struck her as amazingly alluring… despite how much she hated children.
A noisy ‘blorp’ echoed from her rear breasts, signaling another surge in growth and sent them clapping together. The warmth grew in those as well. Roxy knew by now that meant those were full of milk too.
A smile came to her lips. Knowing that left her feeling oddly proud.
Only a little bit further.
Roxy approached the twin doors. She knew what lie behind them. Both opened filling her nostrils with a volatile mixture of scents. Muddy manure from the pig door mixed with the dank smell of hay from the cow. She found it soothing.
Without thinking, she turned into the ‘cow’ door, trudging along the polished wood planks. Bits of hay stuck to her skin as she passed and prickled her fully erect nipples. There were four stables open an available. She picked the best one, largest with a big comfortable pile of straw-- matching the color of her hair.
It’s like it was made for me. She wandered in and relaxed, toppling onto the tidy pile of hay in the corner. It felt nice against her skin. Even better against her engorged breasts.
This was home.
Among an overwhelming content sensation, Roxy felt a hint of restlessness, like she’d left something behind. She stretched out in her stable, working through her thoughts to come up with what it could be. She had warmth and a roof over her head. She wasn’t particularly hungry, but she did wonder where she’d find food. But time slipped away without any answer her breasts swelled, feeling thick with milk and made standing rather inconvenient, so she stayed on her side, admiring the way her tits quivered with any motion.
A noise drew her attention, but she felt too full too move, so she perked her head towards the entrance. A familiar voice called to her.
“Ya got yourself a guest little dogie!”
The woman in the cowgirl clothes… her name escaped Roxy now… stepped into the stable, peeking over at her. “Here she is.”
A young man peeked over next to her, giving her a blank stare.
Oh, my god… Leon! That’s it. The statue!
Roxy sat up, scrambling onto all fours. She tried to call out to him but all that came out was a sort of grunt. A blush came to her cheeks with her failure. I... I … can’t let him see me like this. But then things got worse. A girl peeked over next to him. He’d brought Claire.
They looked at her with quiet judgment, but with every passing moment, she realized they didn’t recognize her.
“She’s… uh… unique?” Claire said.
But Leon was only half paying attention. He stared at Roxy with a hungry look. Roxy recognized it. Lust.
The prospect of it turned Roxy on, left her feeling overwhelmingly moist. She wanted him.
Claire noticed, falling quiet and looking between them until she said something unbelievable. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?”
He turned to her with a horrified look. “I… I…”
Claire put a hand on his arm. “It’s fine. I told you I don’t want to have sex until we get married, but… it’s OK if you do. As long as you don’t mind if I watch.”
Roxy gaped. She couldn’t fight back the excitement, she squirmed in anticipation.
“Go on,” Demitra said. That’s it. Her name is Demitra. “She’s gonna be here for a long time, so I’d be real grateful like if you kept her fulla milk.”
Leon went pale. “W-what? I can’t… you want me to get her pregnant?!”
“Relax lover boy. She won’t pop out no calves. She’ll just… get the yield you know? Though the time she spends he'll make her real fertile. No time like the present, though.”
He turned to Claire. “You… sure? You’re OK with that?”
She nodded. “Go on. Don’t hold back.”
Leon inched closer, rubbing the top of Roxy’s head. His touch tapped little nubs of horns hiding among her hair and stroked her ears they felt long and droopy now. But he wasn’t shy about rubbing the sides of her swollen tits. His touch made her want to make more milk. The tiniest tap sent a surge enough to lift her from the ground.
“Don’t worry about spillin’,” Demitra said. I’ll milk her when you’re done.
What about during? Roxy bit her lip. He moved out of her field of vision and made a jingling and rustling behind him. He was taking off his pants. She lifted her butt higher in the air, something swished against it… a little tail with a fuzzy tip-- Leon pushed aside and plowed into her.
She moaned loudly, orgasming the instant he entered. Her nipples, all four of them, gushed with excitement. Moisture spread across her elbows. The rocking motion formed from his pounding put pressure on her nipples and released over and over. Milk from her front breasts spritzed on every upstroke.
Roxy found herself lost in the passion and somehow knew when Leon’s seed splashed into her that she was pregnant. Very pregnant. Her belly responded in kind, fluffing up to a comfortable chub, all trace of her flat belly gone.
Leon rubbed her midsection. “Uh, you said…”
Demitra laughed. “Don’t worry. There’s no babies in there, just some weight settlin’ in. Not that she knows that.”
It was true. Roxy couldn’t truly understand what they were saying. Her mind was a blur. She squirmed against his relaxing cock, hungry for more.
“You… uh… mind if I come by every so often? I can’t place it but I feel like I know her…”
Demitra grinned. “You will remember if you want to remember.”
“You’re right. Must be just my imagination…” He stepped past, buckling his pants. “You have a good time too, Claire?”
She nodded. Her face flushed red. “You know… I don’t think I’d mind being like that. I’d probably stick with two boobs, though.”
Leon gave her a little kiss. “That sounds pretty hot. But we should-- oh right.” He turned to Demitra. “Someone called me about a statue?”
“Yeah it’s all yours. You should get a pretty penny for it, but the young missus may want to keep it.”
He reached for his wallet. “Well let me pay you for it at least.”
Demitra stopped him, putting a hand on his arm. “Oh, it’s being paid for alright, but I’m sure y’all will have a swell time.”