Hu-Cows

Joanne walked up to one of the caterers to ask for a drink. “Milkie please.”

“Is this a joke?” The forty-something lunch lady asked. “It’s closed until 11:30. Go back to class.”

Joanne pouted for a second. It had been so long since she’d gotten to suck something. The woman wasn’t pretty or nice enough to be a mommy and the other two men weren’t nice enough to be daddies either. She needed to find something different somehow.

She sucked her thumb thinking of everything that made milk. Mommies, dogs and cats with babies, and then thought “cows!”

She waddled over to the other babies and grabbed Kiki and Crystal. “When I give you the signal, turn them into moo cows, and then they’ll turn the others into cows!”

Kiki and Crystal loved the idea of suckling from a hu-cow’s teats and agreed. Without hesitation or warning they went back to the counters and asked each of the servers for milkies. When they opened their mouths to say they wouldn’t, all three jumped onto the counters and kissed their open mouths.

The lunch lady stared in confusion as she glew white and pink, showing a new color Joanne hadn’t seen in other transformations. Her nose and jaw shifted giving her a blocky jaw and long pink snout with bits of white and black fur growing on her face and down her body. Her ears shifted and grew, turning long and white like the cow she was. She kept her continence but slowly realized her breasts felt wrong. Her gravity shifted as her waist got heavier, almost impossible to balance before something in her legs changed as well, equally her stance out as four milky teats and udders grew right under her belly. In an instant a long white tail with a black tuft of fur grew from her spin and began swinging between her huffed legs.

Kiki and Crystal had done the same to the men, changing them into female hu-cows in the process as the three of them moaned and mooed, motioning them and the other big babies to come over and milk them. The five babies each grabbed a teat on one of the cow people, leaning and laying on the counters as they drank until their bellies were full.

Joanne let go with a satisfied, long burp, white milk and drool getting thrown out of her mouth as she did. The other four eventually let go as well and thanked the cow folk for the milk, before they cleaned the counters and went into the back to change the other servers and cooks.

Even with the milk and drool wiped off the counters, they still changed colors. Cow prints expanded over every surface in the serving area, before meeting the other walls and turning into childish paintings of cows and farms. The drink station on the wall next to the actual door to the seating area emitted a new aura as it changed to dispense juices and milks.

Joanne smiled, knowing this would seal hundreds of big babies' fates. Still, she needed to change the dining area too so that there was no escape.