From Bad to Worse

Buffy was beginning to think that she was cursed. And given that the supernatural was real, it was a legit possibility.

She breaks away from a bad situation and almost immediately ends up in a worse one. And for an hour or two she thought she had finally caught a break. She had stumbled upon Pastor Ken as he was out helping the homeless, spreading the good word and letting people know that he was running a shelter for troubled youths on the street. At that point in time Buffy had thought things were finally going her way. Paster Ken had an over eager vibe but he didn't ping her weird meter, he just seemed like a zealous christian who was actually trying to help people. He'd barely even given her big bimbo boobs a second glance as she'd told him about running away from her boyfriend who'd gotten her hooked on pills. She might have been playing it up a bit with big puppy dog eyes but Pastor Ken seemed moved and promised to help her and brought her to the shelter he was running.

She ignored her instincts about something being wrong when the evening meal at the shelter had food that tasted funny. She just chalked it up to someone trying to spice up bland chicken soup. She barely fought the now overwhelming urge to keep her eyes open. She floated through a hazy euphoria that was half awake half asleep.

She wasn't sure if she was seeing or dreaming Pastor Ken and another guy, a guy with demon features and red- ish, purple-ish skin arguing over her about her implants. Those two dropped away as Buffy felt like she was floating away or possibly being carried off by someone. The sleepy part was over taking the waking part of her when she stopped floating before somebody who was dressed like a stereotypical magician: crazy eyebrows, purple robes, long beard, big staff, weird writing on his robes and weird writing tattooed on himself. She lost the drowsy feeling when the magic man put his hands on her boobs and said something weirdish and suddenly Buffy felt like she was having her boobs deflated like a balloon and yet inflated like a balloon at the same time. She could almost feel something pouring out of her nipples while at the same time something flowed from the magic man's hands into her boobs. She was mustering her strength to do something when the magic man took his hands off her, grabbed his staff from where it had been standing on it own beside him, and touched the tip of his staff to her head. And then blackness.

Buffy came too and was suddenly aware of the fact that she was in a chair. Given the way it tiltled it and supported her it was more like a dentists chair than any recliner she had been in. The fact that her arms were strapped down to the arms of the chair, and her legs were strapped down to the sides of the chair made it even more apparent that this wasn't an regular dentist chair. Looking around didn't show her much as the room was pitch dark outside of an overhead light that illuminated only her and the chair she was on. The fact that she had been stripped wasn't a surprise. Unsettling but not surprising. The fact that she was wearing something at all was a surprise. On her chest and attached to her breasts were two giant glass domes, which had tubing running from the domes up into the darkness. And around her pussy was another glass dome that had tubing running from it off into the darkness. Buffy had all of a second to wonder what that was all about before some machine started up and suddenly she knew what the glass domes were for as her boobs and her pussy were subjected to industrial strength suction.

After about two hours of uninterrupted sucking the machine stopped. The domes detached themselves from her on their own and retracted back into the darkness. Buffy felt like between she should be feeling something, annoyance or boredom at the very least after two hours of sucking or at least some throbbing in her sucked on parts... but, nope, she really didn't feel anything. Which should be worrying. Her time to consider that came and went and then into the light around her came the purple skin demon guy and he had a tray full of needles. Again Buffy felt like she should have been alarmed but she couldn't seem to muster up the emotions. Purple guy picked up one of the many needles and without so much as a how do you do injected whatever was in the needle into Buffy's breast, another needle was injected into her areola, a third needle went into her nipple. The process then happened to her other breast, three needles were injecting something into that breasts. The purple guy went down to her pussy and grabbed some more needles. Her mons, her clitoris, both sides of her outer and her inner labia got injections, a really long needle was just to inject something into her cervix and finally a needle was used to inject something into her anus. Purple guy then stepped out into darkness and when he came back he had the glass domes in his hands. He reattached them to her boobs and to her pussy and then Purple guy, wihtout every having said a word, grabbed his needle tray and walked back into the darkness as the suction was turned back on and stayed on for as long as Buffy remained awake at least.

Buffy was pretty sure she was being **** because she normally wouldn't put up with this. But for some reason she just couldn't seem to care. She thought it had been at least four days but she wasn't sure. She knew that she had at least fallen asleep four times but that didn't mean that four days had passed. She had no memory of being fed so that had to mean... something... maybe it was all still the first day and she was just so **** up she was unable to keep track of time.

What she did know was that her day was a routine of, depending on when she woke up, to three or four hours of suction, then purple man came in with the needles and injected whatever it was, then more suction until she fell asleep. Maybe, if she had the times right. And she was pretty sure that she was being filled with some kind of growth hormone as it was pretty obvious her injected body parts were growing. Her boobs were swelled up beyond her already ridiculous bimbo boobs, her areola were puffed up like small mountains and her nipples looked like they were at least two inches long, her still present piercings seemed to be pulling them down and making them look droopy. The same was happening down under. Her mons and labia were ridiculously swollen and then her clitoris, again easily visible thanks to the piercing, was longer than her thumb and gently laying atop her pillowy labial lips like it was a small dick.

Whatever they were using to **** her had to be some potent stuff because Buffy couldn't even bring herself to be outraged about what was being done to her. On the other hand she was little thankful as she didn't have to feel what was being done to her; not the injections nor the hours of suction. She wasn't sure which was the better option.

It might have been day five or maybe day six when suddenly things changed. In her early morning suck time her breasts suddenly started lactating and gushing milk into the glass domes around her breasts. That must have been what they were waiting for as suddenly purple demon guy came back to her chairside and he looked really excited and started talking to her finally. Buffy didn't understand a lot of what was being said as he was not speaking english but she got the jist when he pointed to her and suddenly started to moo. She had been turned into a cow, a human cow. Purple demon guy monitored her milk flow for a while and checked that it was flowing through the tubing to somewhere for collection and when he seemed happy he walked away. It was depressing that that was the highlight of her day but on the other hand it meant that she didn't get anymore injections.

Buffy knew something was up the next day when they detached her suction cups and **** her out of her restraints. She got carry floated into a shower and then doused in cold water. She got dried off buy unseen means and then carry floated to a whole new room. And in this room was another person, unfortunately like Buffy it looked like this woman had been cowed. She had the same humongous breasts and teats, combined with the apathetic non communicative expression. Buffy did wonder why the woman was in restraints. Buffy couldn't recall it it was a pillory or stock... stockades? The other cow had her head and hands passed thru holes in a wooden beam, a metal pole held the wood up at waist-ish height and her legs were chained to the bottom of the pole. Buffy got placed on the floor opposite the cow in the stocks.

Whatever unseen **** moved her about, Buffy suspected the magic guy she saw on the first day, moved over to the other cow girl and proceeded to set her from the pillory stocks thingy, pick her up and then float the other cow girl out of the room. Buffy didn't have to wait long before she was lifted into the air and fit into the pillory stock thing. As she waited for whatever was supposed to happen Buffy could once again only wonder what it was she was being given to keep her so... blah. Normally, she knew, she should be up and fighting, trying to break free, anything. But instead she just stood there in the stock waiting. She just couldn't bring herself to care.

She couldn't even bring herself to scream when the reason she was brought to this room and put into restraints was revealed. A door opened opposite her and out stomped and honest to go minotaur. At least ten feet tall with giant muscles and a manly deep bellow it stomped into the room. Buffy, were she her normal self, would have recoiled or screamed maybe, as it was she just sat there as the Minotaur's massive thick bull dick that had to be nearly two feet long proceeded him. It explained why she had been getting injections up top as well as down below. Trying to take that bulldick without the injections changing her pussy? That'd end badly. When he was right in front of her Buffy could barely be bothered to look up at it. Not in fear, not in wonder. She just stood there as he approached.

And when he got to her and seemed to realize that she wasn't his normal cow and he wasn't happy? it was hard to tell, he coulnd't speak english and Minotaur faces didn't have the same emotive qualities as a man's did. Buffy didn't even flinch as the Minotaur went a little crazy and began stomping around the room. She didn't check to see what he was up to as he stomped around her and began beating at the door she had come thru and the old cow had gone out of. She didn't even feel relief when he broke down the door and went rampaging away from her. She wasn't curious when she started hearing screaming and shouting either.

Buffy figured she spent at least a full day maybe a day and a half in the pillory stocks thing before she actually felt like herself again. Before she with a dawning sense of fury drew on her slayer strength and shattered her restraints. And then almost immediately collapsed as her back and her legs weren't happy with being bent over for breeding for that long. Still she marshalled her rage and her anger and crawled forward... ye gods, her boobs and pussy were really sensitive now that she got feeling back into them. Just her nipples dragging along the ground as she crawled forward was enough to start making her feel... excited. Panting at the pleasurable shock that ran thru her Buffy resolved that when she could stand up again she was going to get the hell out of here.