Cowgirls need mates and mates need more cowgirls

Whitney and Holly weren't satisfied.

Neither wanted to admit it, since it felt like it diminished the utter joy they felt at being the incestuous pair of sister hucows they were, but it was true. No matter how much milk they poured from their massive breasts, no matter how much lesbian and futa sex they had, no matter how much they told themselves and each other how much their queen and mistress' gifts meant to them, they weren't satisfied and they knew it. Being surrounded by the many constantly frisky catgirls Vivian had made who didn't seem to have a care in the world only made things more apparent that they were missing something.

"I'm going out," Whitney finally said, surprising her sister and the other girls by not only being in a sexual daze, but being clean and dressed as well. None of them had even noticed the elder hucow's departure from the room.

"Where are you going? Mmmhh, Ava, wait a minute, I want to...talk..." Holly struggled to pull away from the most petite of the catgirls, who was suckling on her teats.

"If you like boobies, come play with mine," Belle offered and Ava was almost instantly face first in her sister's breasts, motorboating them and giggling all the while.

"I'm going out to get laid. By a man," Whitney said, cutting off Holly's inevitable argument for the abundance of futanari catgirls around them. It was extremely effective too, since Holly's eyes immediately became unfocused as she imagined the implications. Real man cock, filling her up with its girth and length and hot, thick load....she remembered the feeling she'd had when she was transformed, the urge to get filled up and bred full of babies. Like lightning, the urge shot through her again, so much stronger now that she could realistically fulfill it. Latching onto the idea like the catgirls always did to her leaking nipples, she blinked and realized her hand was between her legs, holding her labia open for some nonexistent mate. Nonexistent for the moment.

"I want some too," she said without hesitation, staring up at her clothed sister. The older woman had done a good job in getting ready, wearing a tight fitting top that showed hot cleavage where her skin was exposed and framing her curves otherwise. Vibrant red hair flowed around her shoulders and provided even greater contrast to her pale skin.

"Get ready quick then, I really need this," Whitney said, having to focus rather hard on not letting her hands drift to her breasts, eternally full of hot milk. A few minutes later, Holly was bouncing on the balls of her feet next to her sister, wearing a combination of bikini and dress that was just as sexy as what Whitney wore. Both of their breasts had shrunk to be more in line with human norms, but both knew they would return to their proper cow proportions once they needed them again.

"Time to find some bulls," Holly said, voice laden with thirst. Whitney could only agree and both women left the rambunctious neko girls behind to find some appropriate mates.

An hour later, their cunts were soaked, breasts full to their limits, nipples hard and pointed as they walked the street, still completely without even one suitable prospect. It wasn't for lack of trying; no matter how hard they came onto a guy, he always backed off, always bailed out. The sisters were getting to be properly pent up. Normally, they would have questioned their own attractiveness and alure, but the first was beyond doubt and the second had its own evidence, namely the trail of roughly two dozen women of all ages that they had managed to inexplicably acquire. None of them really responded when the hucows talked to them, maintaining a dazed look. Eventually, the redheads accepted that they were just going to be like that and continued their search.

"How long do we go before we just bend over in the street and wait?" Holly asked, only slightly joking. With every beat of her heart, her pussy throbbed harder and she wondered how long it would be before she just couldn't take it.

"I don't know. Are there seriously no guys that want to cum up a couple hot girls' pussies?" Whitney asked listlessly. Her eyes were beginning to look just like those of the many women following them. Holly didn't know what that meant, but she knew the fix. Spotting a group of three men ahead of them, she hurried forward, pulling her top down just a little more to be enticing as possible.

"Which of you wants to get their hands on these jugs and paint my womb with semen?" she said, popping her chest forward.

"Is she fucking high?" one of them asked, a tall one with black hair. He looked at his friends, both with brown hair and thick muscles. All of them looked like they spent a decent amount of time in a gym.

"I dunno," another answered, all three looking at the horny redhead and not believing what they were seeing. They were all hard as shit though.

"I'll be high on your dick if you stick it in me. I need your fucking cum. So does my sister. And all of them too, maybe. Are you going to fuck us or run away like the rest?"

"Some moron actually passed up on banging you? Are they delusional? Fucking look at you...those tits and...that...smell....you..*huff*...need to...*huff huff*.....gonna..." The man speaking sucked in bigger and bigger breaths, his eyes going unfocused, his friends ending up the same. Holly thought she understood why, some smell she and probably Whitney were emitting. Whatever it was supposed to do, it was probably responsible for the dazed state of everyone around them at the moment. And judging by the large erections in the men's shorts, they weren't going to run like all the rest. In the end, Holly decided that the only thing that mattered were results, preferably ones that came with full wombs.

Ten minutes later, Whitney blinked back to awareness as hot liquid splattered her chin and chest. She instinctively tried to catch it on her tongue, but it stopped before she could catch more than a little. The taste of semen was distinctive though and her cunt immediately gushed in response. Her eyes flicked up to the strong-looking man standing in front of her with his hand on his softening cock, silently demanding more of the liquid.

"That's going in my cunt. Now," she stated, her demanding attitude leaving absolutely no room for argument. Even so, she was hornier than she could ever remember being and couldn't keep from darting forward for a quick suck on his cock. Thanks to her infectious saliva, he was quickly back to full hardness, balls filling with more cum than ever before.

"It's sooooo good, sis, he's fucking me sooo GOOOOD!! He won't stop either!" Holly moaned from across the room, which the younger redhead knew to be a sort of lounge in the local rec center, the closest place most suited to becoming what Holly thought would likely be a breeding facility. "My goddess, he's going to cum! He's going to cum inside me!!" she whined, looking back at the man fucking her from behind and waiting expectantly.

Whitney stopped paying attention at that point, too absorbed with her own man's dick entering her sopping pussy. Cumming on the spot, she heard Holly do the same, moaning with fulfillment as her cunt was probably filled with strong, virile cum. That was truly the last thing she heard before her focus condensed entirely onto her mate's fuckstick filling her up.

Once Holly could see somewhat straight again, she saw her sister staring into the distance with unseeing eyes, slamming her hips back into the man fucking her with each of his thrusts. From the man's deep, huffing breaths, she guessed that he was close to doing what her own partner had just done to her, unloading a potent load of jizz into a willing womb. Holly was a bit jealous actually, since Whitney was still getting fucked and her mate had frozen once he came. She looked back at him and saw he was standing perfectly still, eyes looking at her, hands on her hips, the only indication he was still alive being the pulsing of blood in the cock still filling her up.

"Is that all you've got?" Holly asked, squeezing a tit and letting it surge larger against her palm. She wiggled her ass back against his crotch and tightened her pussy around him. She eagerly let out a hum of satisfaction that trailed off into a moo as milk began flowing from her teats again.

The sound of fertile cow girl begging for more snapped the man out of whatever daze he was in and he grabbed her by the shoulder and hip. With a deep bellow, he began slamming into Holly again, but with lust several magnitudes higher. The mind of a man slipped towards animal fervor, determined to breed the woman on his dick to the best of his ability. His body responded, muscle bulking to grant strength to his grip and thrusts, bones thickening and heart pounding with energy, stamina, and need. His shaft grew and grew, thicker and longer, all to the exquisite, moaning delight of Holly, who made sure he knew it. He still wanted more though, and his form changed further. Feet replaced with thick hooves, a light coat of fur growing over his chocolate-hued body bursting with muscle. His yells became proper roars as his face elongated into a bull's, proud horn jutting from his skull. A tail slapped against the back of his thighs and he bellowed again as enormous nuts, capable of breeding a whole herd by themselves, unloaded virile bull cum into a truly orgasmic Holly.

The new bullman didn't care, except that Holly's pussy was no longer as tight around his massive girth. Raising his head, he snorted at the air, catching the scent of more women that he just knew had to be fucked full of cum. His fellow minotaur, having just finished with Whitney, sensed the same, and the two transformed men both stalked out of the room towards the smell.

When Holly woke up and heard the sounds of beastial roaring coming from elsewhere in the building, she wondered what her minotaur mate had found that had him so worked up. Standing on shaky legs and keeping one hand cupping her full pussy, she wandered through the rec center, following the sound. When the roaring was joined by the noise of female bliss and the slapping of flesh on flesh, she couldn't help but smile. Turning one last corner, she saw the two bulls that had fucked her and Whitney halfway down a line of women on their hands and knees, asses towards the minotaurs. Half of them were shuddering with ecstasy, seed spilling from their used cunts, the other half trembling with anticipation. As Holly watched, each bull moved to the next girl in line and began mating rigorously with them, their screams of joy echoing in the building.

"I guess all these girls just wanted a good breeding," the hucow thought, watching the scene and sneaking a finger into her own filled cunt. Most of the women weren't changing much, but a few were growing the enormous breasts of a hucow. "Some of them should make for good cows too..." Once she managed to pull her eyes away from the two gorgeous, hulking bullmen, she realized there were a few women around the edges of the room, along with the third man who looked like any other normal Infected, handsome and sexually attractive, lacking any of the animal characteristics of his fellows. Seeing the lustful looks the women around him were aiming at him, Holly decided to sit back and watch.

"Thanks for saving us, Andy," said one girl with black hair, her voluptuous body mostly hidden by a cow onesie that had clearly been positioned to entice rather than conceal. "You kept us all from getting dicked like we deserve. If only there was a way I could thank you..."

"Rena, what are you saying, the young man helped us so we-"

"I know why he did it, Mom, I just don't give a shit. Maybe you were too dazed out of your mind, but I remember coming here with a need to get filled up. That hasn't changed because you and Mr. Goody-goody don't know why you're here." The girl, Rena, stopped glaring at her silver-haired mother and continued to pose sexily, popping another button open on her onesie. "I always liked cows. How about you come make me one for real?"

Andy couldn't resist his Contagion-given urges with an offer like that. Stripping away the few clothes he had managed to keep on for appearance sake, he grabbed Rena, spun her around, and pulled her onesie open with a single tug. Boobflesh spilled out, weighty and firm. His hands naturally found them just as soon as he was done pulling her loose garment down to her ankles, his dick prodding at her butt. Pulling back on the gorgeous globes served double purpose, letting him feel just how wonderful they were and forcing Rena back onto his cock. The raven-haired girl didn't even bother trying to show restraint or control, she instantly shrieked her approval and smashed her wide ass back into his crotch.

"Fucking...good.....soooo....goooooddd.....make me moan, stud, make me mooooOOOO!!" Rena didn't offer any resistance as the virus flowed into her and consumed her. The pleasure of sex became bliss as her body hypersensitized and her mind simplified. Every thought in her head seemed to swirl, spiral, and surge into a cascade of rapture that flowed out of her head and into her chest, which gorged itself on what it was given. Abundant flesh became overflowing, both with even more fat and with milk, as Andy found when he squeezed and a jet flew from her nipple. Her moaning increased in time with her flow and her curves were perfected as her eyes rolled up, a wave of cum finally seeding her belly.

Unheeded by either of them, Rena's milk arched out of her boobs and sprinkled onto her mother, Penny, who watched as her daughter became a horny cow fit only to milk and breed. The white-haired woman was **** to watch her rut and lose her mind, unable to move, unable to turn away, unable to stop the burning she felt. She remembered things she hadn't thought of for years: of Rena's father, a one night stand turned long term fuckbuddy turned baby daddy. He had left, but the memory of those nights lingered, so many nights secretly hoping her womb would be filled as it inevitably was. Now, watching the same happen to that daughter, she felt that need stronger than ever.

She didn't accept it like Rena, those feelings belonged to a woman she had left behind a long time ago. She pinched her eyes closed against the sight of her baby girl making babies of her own, trying to forget the heat she felt. Her mind resisted as best she could, but her body had already accepted the thrumming in her womb. Her milk-sprinkled skin tingled when the clothes on her torso dissolved, with the exception of her bra, which shrunk and strained against her youthening tits. The tightness around her arms and legs as sexy gloves and stockings formed was a momentary distraction from her gushing, now bare, pussy, but only momentary. The sounds of sex seemed to worm their way into her head, luring her into accepting it and just give in. But even though her body flushed and sweat beaded on her suddenly youthful skin, she still fought, and so the virus pushed harder.

Breasts returned to their prime suddenly bounced on their own, straining against the miniscule covering of Penny's bra-turned-bikini. They bounced again, and again, synching up with her heartbeat. Then, with a burst of growth, they pushed out, heavier than a moment before. Penny gasped, the sound as involuntary as the trickle of pleasure she felt. She was given no reprieve; the next beat of Penny's pounding heart grew her tits again and added to the blissful tingling she felt. She tried to breathe deeply and stay calm, but the ever increasing weight on her chest hampered even that. Her heart beat faster, panic taking root, and her hips began performing the same growing act as her chest, all the while feeding her more erotic pleasure. Even without looking, she knew her tits were bigger than her head and her ass was monstrous, but she still resisted even as she stifled little moans.

Determined to complete its goal, the Contagion didn't relent and **** more changes upon the youthful looking woman. Her silver hair grew down along the slopes of her enormous chest before the virus worked its way further into her head. Curved horny pushed out above extending ears, the former slim and pointed, the latter long, dark, and floppy. Penny felt it pressing in on her mind then, crushing her down into the animal it wanted her to be. The sensation of her thighs becoming massive was lost under the realization that she could either give in or be **** into what the infection in her body wanted. The promise of blissful breeding juxtaposed with the annihilation of her self made the decision easy and, though she hated to do it, she caved.

Her eyes blinked open lazily and she saw Rena on her hands and knees in front of her, drooling and staring through the floor. Andy was cumming inside her, though Penny wondered if Rena could really tell. Her irises had almost entirely disappeared into the back of her head and she gave no other sign of awareness. That wasn't overly important though when Andy pulled his thick, dripping cock out of the thoroughly fucked girl. The ache between Penny's legs reasserted itself intensely and now she had no reason to not heed it. The memory of the sex that resulted in Rena hit her again, helping her to throw herself headfirst into depravity. Letting the weight of her enormous tits pull her down, she let the gigantic mamaries sway back and forth enticingly. Looking up at a powerfully erect Andy, Penny lifted her ass just a little bit and silently begged him to do to her what he had done to her daughter.

Holly watched the silver-haired hucow moo loudly as her own breeding began, bringing herself to a small but satisfying orgasm in the process. To her right, Whitney stumbled through the door next to her and took a dazed look around the large room. Once she spotted her sister, she sank to the floor next to her, a trickle of semen quickly pooling on the ground between her legs.

Neither of them said anything for a few minutes as the sisters sat next to each other, Holly's head on the older girl's shoulder. Milk started to drip from their nipples again, but two of the women who had gotten bred but not turned into hucows came over with large bowls and started gently milking them with soft hands. The sisters cooed with happiness and saw similar sights cropping up around the room between new pregnant hucows and their new pregnant caretakers. The two minotaurs and the still mostly normal Andy all roamed around the room, making sure no woman was lacking for male attention if they wanted it. Most of them did.

"This will make a good milk farm for the goddess," Whitney said sleepily, still not entirely recovered from her breeding. "She'll be so pleased with us..."

"Yeah," Holly agreed, enjoying the feeling of milk being pulled from her heavy teats. The skill of the woman working her had already increased, making the experience even better. She wondered if their helpers would continue using their hands or if they would get machines to milk them, if more men and women would come to join their dairy, if the building would change to better accommodate them. They were idle questions though, things that could wait for another time. For now, just pouring out milk was enough. As long as she could do that, everything would be fine.