Of Cousins and Cows

You'd put a bit of thought into what you were going to say to Jesse once whatever the milk would do to him was done to him.

Nothing over the top, but the jerk had been your single greatest source of torment for over a year and across two different lives. Who could have blamed you for wanting to make a speech? A small speech. Three pages. Yes, you wrote it out, and yes, you've prepared a You Deserve This You Piece of Shit playlist to underscore it all. Very short. Five songs. The hope was to find an opportunity to finish the dance break, but time makes fools of us all. A special hat was involved. The point is, it was all going to be very classy and very tasteful.

The sight of your now feminized cousin pouting naked on the shower floor, a little dribble of football player cum dribbling down one plush thigh, and you decide to just shelve the whole thing. This is way better.

Jessie huffs as she rises to her feet, irritably snatching up what must be her skirt. Is that from a cheerleading uniform? She gives you a dagger-sharp blast of side eye as she starts wriggling it up around her wide hips. "Shouldn't you be snoring in a coffin somewhere?"

Whelp, she's still an asshole. But she looks so much like an alternate universe Ash that you can't help comparing the two of you a bit longer. She's definitely the more conventionally feminine one, her body bursting in curves to match her expansive breasts, while your decidedly top heavy build contrasts your outrageous bust with sleek, almost boyish tone.

If through some act of God or the Devil you managed to fully strap down your boobs, you could potentially pass for a femmy, incredibly pretty guy. Jessie is simply too much of a female sex-bomb to ever mistake her for anything other than Woman. Anyone could see that you're closely related, but no one would ever confuse you. You're variants on a very sexy theme.

The differences aren't all great, though. There's something in the cast of her plump mouth that strikes you as unpleasant, and her gray eyes have a bit of a flat affect to them. Your cousin is absolutely a different person now, but you're already fully convinced you still don't like her.

Jessie shakes her head in annoyance at your apparent lack of response, though her demeanor immediately changes when she notices Jenny standing beside you. "Oh, hey Jenny! What's up, girl?"

The Asian girl raises her eyebrows, glancing your way for an assist with your suddenly ingratiating cousin. It ain't coming, sister. "Uh...nothing? You?"

The newly christened girl sighs grandiosely, dropping one hand to her flared hip as she plops the other atop her fat rack. "Oh you know~. The guys in this school are such boys."

Jenny is lost. "Uh...yeah."

Jessie suddenly gives an entirely too dramatic gasp of fake realization. "Ohmigod Ashley, I'm so sorry! Doug just kept saying how hot I was, and how much he wanted a real woman; I totally forgot that he's your boyfriend! God, I probably spoiled him on you forever. You forgive me, right?"

You blink at Jessie for a moment, wicked glee entirely visible behind her flimsy mask of ersatz contrition. Wait, the fuck? Is she being serious? "Goddammit Jessie, how many times do I have to tell you it was David Wright, not Doug Friedman?!"

Your cousin processes that, her delight at manipulating a guy that is decidedly not your boyfriend into cheating on you by taking her to Pound Town fading a touch. Then she leans in to Jenny, ineffectually shielding her mouth with a raised hand as she hisses the loudest whisper you've ever heard. "Jenny, I hate to say it, but I think hanging out with Ashley is bad for your reputation. And the squad's. People are saying she's easy. She fucked Doug Friedman and David Wright, you know."

Isabelle gasps indignantly at that. "You fucked David Friedman! You said you wanted to do butt stuff!"

Jessie coldly frowns at Isabelle, making a point to let her eyes drift down to the girl's modest chest. She cocks a contemptuous eyebrow, puffing out her own overripe breasts as she gives Isabelle a look dripping in reproach. "Hey, don't try to slut shame me, Isabelle, okay? That's fucking not cool. I have no idea why you're even on the squad."

Isabelle sputters in outrage as you cut in. "Well Jesus, don't take this as slut shaming but I hope next time you'll at least make the guy wear a condom or something."

Your cousin scoffs. "You're such a baby, Ashley. It's totally fine; I made him promise to pull out."

Isabelle throws her hands up. "That's not enough! And besides, he didn't! He absolutely didn't pull out!"

Jessie considers that for a moment. "Well, so what? I'll just start taking those birth control pills Aunt Mallory got me."

"You have to take those every day for them to work!"

Jessie considers that for a moment, then gives a contemptuous 'tssk' and a scornful flick of her long hair. "Ugh, whatever. You guys just aren't as experienced as Jenny and me. Right Jenny?" Your cousin takes Jenny's continued stare of blank confusion as agreement, giving you a nasty grin as she starts to slip her cheerleading top over her head. "This is why I keep saying you should make me co-captain, Jenny. You're surrounded by,"--she jerks her head meaningfully towards Isabelle's small chest--"little girls, and it makes you look pretty shitty. Right? You get it. Right?"

Huh. You have to admit, you were a little worried when you were first introduced to the new Jessie. There was no way to be entirely sure what the milk did to her, and she may have actually passed. Turning into a girl wasn't proof enough; that happened to you too simply because it was part and parcel of the book's magic. As far as you knew, all you had succeeded in doing today was swapping out brutish neanderthal Jesse for devious mega-bitch Jessie with actual magic powers.

But after having witnessed her penny-ante provocations and garden variety guile, you are entirely confident that you know exactly what your cousin Jessie is. It's time to make sure she knows, too.

You take a deliberate step forward, Jessie raising her eyebrows in annoyance as she attempts to squeeze her giant boobs into her tight top. "Hey. Jessie. What are you?"

Your cousin scoffs, rolling her eyes. "What?"

"You heard me. What are you."

She narrows her eyes. "You're being fucking stupid, Ashley."

Jessie hisses in protest as you poke a finger into her chest, her arms currently trapped under her top. "What. Are. You."

The girl sneers. "I'm really fucking-!" She cuts off with a strangled noise, eyes going wide. She glances towards Jenny and Isabelle, suddenly nervous as she swallows and tries again. "I...I'm, um..."

You make a soothing noise, reaching up to lightly stroke your cousin's cheek. "It's okay Jessie, take your time. You can do it. What are you?"

She just stares at you for a long moment, her gray gaze growing increasingly distant as you caress her cheek. Her heavy breath becomes more and more audible as it slows, ponderous breasts rising and falling with every gulp of air. You don't say a word as her cheeks gradually color, and after a moment of pure urgent stillness Jessie murmurs something entirely inaudible.

"What was that?"

She lifts her dull gray eyes almost shyly, the words slipping from her plump lips in a breathy gasp. "I'm...a cow."

Jenny elbows Isabelle in the side at the, the latter waving for the former to stay silent and watch as you lift a hand to your ear. "I couldn't hear that, Jessie. What are you?"

Jessie makes a needy noise deep in her throat, carefully rubbing her thick thighs together as she answers in a whine. "I'm a cow..."

"You're a what?"

"I'M A COOOOOOH~~!" Jessie's unreserved affirmation dies on her tongue as a primal groan of utter bliss erupts from her very center, her huge boobs gushing in such a massive torrent of milk that you have to physically jump out of the way to avoid being drenched.

You and your two friends stare in awe as Jessie squeals in animal delight, tits quivering and pussy audibly squelching between her thighs as she cums over and over again. More and more spurts from her throbbing teats, gathering in a churning blob high above the tiles of the locker room shower. Before long she's given more than all three of you did together, three or four gallons having flowed from her supernaturally productive bosom.

A finally splurt of lady cum shoots down her thighs as she expels the final dribbles of cream, leaving the girl to coo and pant in exhausted contentment as she worshipfully caresses her fecund tits.

You share a look with Isabelle and Jenny, none of you exactly sure what to say to your cousin as she fondles herself and smiles dopily. Did that fry her brain or something? You're fully worried that Jessie might be more of a vegetable than a cow at this point when she abruptly pulls down her top, carefully rearranging her boobs in the too-small garment before giving them an adoring pat and sashaying past the three of you as if nothing happen. "Later bitches!"

Isabelle watches your cousin strut away, mouth agape as she tries to find the words. "But...I mean, is she...is she actually cool with what just happened?!"

Jenny shakes her head. "I think she doesn't even realize what happened. It was like she was hypnotized or something."

You're pretty certainly Jenny's on the right track. "Yeah. Underneath everything else she's, well, a docile cow. I think we can, er, use her if we need more milk from here on out. But I guess on the surface she's still Jessie. Who, by the way, still fucking sucks."

Isabelle nods empathically. "God, for real. I guess trading a penis for a vagina convinced your cousin that he doesn't need to fuck me, but does need to make sure I think I'm flat or whatever."

Jenny gives an annoyed roll of her eyes. "Seriously. And I guess she honestly believes I don't see through her kiss-up act? Is it just me, or is Jessie somehow both way smarter and way dumber as a girl?"

You laugh at that, though your response is cut short by something splatting to the shower floor with a wet thud. It seems you'd wrongly taken for granted the certainty of magical bottles, because apparently the floating milk had decided it had enough and simply dropped out of the air. Jenny makes a noise of irritated regret as the mystic cream gurgles down the drain, sparkles of magic fading from the alabaster liquid before your very eyes.

Fuck. Guess you're going to need to start bringing bowls everywhere.

Isabelle sighs, though it quickly turns into a yawn. "Ugh, that sucks but this was a long day. I say we wait until tomorrow before we try getting more. Right?"

Jenny nods in agreement and so would you, if not for the distraction from your buzzing phone. You frown at the sight of a text from an unknown number, your frown deepening at the esoteric sequence of emoji that make up the message. "Melon Melon Sweat Droplets Baby Bottle Confused Face?" Isabelle tilts her head to one side in confusion as Jenny furrows her brow, just as lost as you are. Who the fuck would send you...whatever this is supposed to be?

Your question is answered a moment later as a picture pops onto your screen, your friends' confusing shifting to concern. "What is it, Ash?" Isabelle asks, reaching out to touch your shoulder.

You flip the phone around, revealing a selfie of a familiar looking red head with a nose ring and gauges clutching an entirely too-familiar looking crystal bottle of what could only be milk.

"I think it's one last thing we have to do tonight."