Shock, Fear, and Arousal

“GET OFF HER!” The stressed shout and violent push drew Betty back from her corrupting realization and new found recollection. Corruption suppressed memories from the lobby unlocked, reminding Betty just what she wanted more of, needed more of.

“STAY THE FUCK BACK MONSTER!” Betty felt perplexed, by the statement, and the voice quivering in anxiety and fear as Betty slowly stood up.

Betty felt a strange pleasurable stretch as she moved her suddenly changed body for the first time. Her dress dropped from her as if a simple towel wrapped around her. New weight pulled her forward, not just from her newly developed swollen G cup tits, glossy with smeared milk. But from the new udders that had formed from her mons, accenting the flare of her hips from her new exaggerated hourglass figure. Hanging full and swollen with 4 phallic nipples ready to be pulled on, if not sucked as the udders dripped ready to be milked.

Betty roamed her hands across her changed form, the terror at what had become of her so suddenly abating with the pleasure of feeling her full breasts, flared hips, and tugging on her udder's nipples as she felt her tail flick behind her. Gifts her corrupted mind acknowledged, appreciated, gifts to be shared.

Betty’s skin was now a milky white colour, her hair a buttery yellow, bangs curling across the ridge bridging her temples where ivory cow horns reached out from. Seeing with new perception Betty delighted at the look of Amendeep, her dress appearing as almost worn through the milk slowly dissolving the obstructing fabrics as it seeped through to taint the skin beneath.

Veronica felt new shock and horror, having always thought Betty to be a good safe person her mind questioned how someone as good as Betty too had been turned into one of the beasts seeking to fuck them all. To turn them all...

Stubbornly Veronica suppressed her arousal and temptation to give in, denying that she could have any part of it. As much as she also kind of admitted she wanted to.

Samjit's panic and shouting suddenly halted, drawing the total of Veronica’s attention as Betty grabbed him and slammed him violently against the cracking marble wall.

“SHUT IT!” Betty commanded, Samjit wide eyed in shock and fear at the sudden lash out quieted, his eyes afraid to leave the eerily bright blue orbsss locked on him. “What kind of person calls someone a monster.” Betty stated aggressively after a moment of silence. “ANYTHING a monster. The true monsters are those that see monsters every WHERE they turn.”

Betty’s angry composure melted slightly, her eyes growing half lidded as a moan bellowed out from her soft sultry lips.

That’s when Veronica moved her focus, no longer locking solely on Samjit and Betty's interaction.

Her heart skipped in her chest as she saw the obstructed form that had crawled between Samjit and Betty. The wet smacking of lips and loud gulping soon shocking Veronica with realization of just what was transpiring.

Turning to see about stepping away Veronica was reminded about the initial purple bull headed man she had been fleeing with these people. His large cock slowly, and confidently stroked as he kept watch over the fall of the people before him.

“Mmmm…. That’s so nice.” Betty moaned, gasping for breath. “I wonder if its anything like getting a cock sucked.” Betty sighed pleasurably not looking for any answers from anyone as she stroked a hand through Amendeep's hair. “The large, swollen pressure, just needing to spurt free just releasing.” Betty described as she chuffed and leaned in to Samjit moaning softly as Amendeep coughed and gagged unwilling to stop the flow of the corrupting essence even to breath.

Betty smiled happily as she felt Amendeep grope and fondle the udder, fingers teasing the pussy behind it in passing. Finally surrendering to the need for a deep breath Amendeep then licked drizzles of milk clean from across the udder. Deep brown eyes gazing up with new found desire and want of the strange bovine woman.

Her Hindu parents had always taught her how sacred cattle were. Now she could grasp just how, a sudden deep seated desire to be elevated closer to Aditi alongside this woman. Perhaps this was all an outreach from the Gods, the Elephant people she glimpsed in passing tied to Ganesh, moving to save some of the crowd from what devils she had glimpsed manifest in the bride and groom. Amendeep embraced the poorly exercised faith she had been raised with. Embracing it as a reason, and excuse to seek salvation even as she unknowingly already had ivory coloured horns pressing forth from her temples.

“That’s a good cow. Show this cow-ward just how wonderful it is.” Betty moaned moving her hands to Samjit's shoulders and pressing him down to the floor.

Samjit struggled and fought, surprised at the ease with which he was pressed down by Betty. His eyes welling up with tears as he sobbed slightly as Amendeep continued worshipping the udder, stroking a tip in each hand spraying the dark milk across her milk chocolate skin as she suckled on a third.

“Mmmm….” Was all Amendeep seemed to say, sultry half lidded wanton eyes drifting to her husband and watching his depressing fear and sadness.

Amendeep doubled her alluring efforts, what else could reassure and get a man's mind off of such a down idea other than seeing a woman sucking something off, bodily fluids spraying across her glistening skin.

Amendeep wasn’t just doing this for him, but to grow closer to the divine being manifesting as a sacred white cow before her.

Shifting her position to face Samjit, Amendeep moaned as she became fully aware of the weight she’d been feeling on her chest. Jiggling two glazed now large C cup breasts Amendeep grinned as she saw Samjit's eyes drift across her changing body. Her raven hair growing streaked with the same buttery yellow of Betty’s.

Samjit looked in terror, and struggled against arousal. Amendeep’s dress now sported a deep V reaching just beneath her navel, her breasts had doubled in size and spilled forth from the compromising constraints of the dress, its bottom hem riding up as her hips flared broadly.

Jolting suddenly in shock Samjit dropped his jaw as Amendeep giggled, squirting the udder tip at him again before moving to masturbating her clit, her wrist cradling and massaging the forming sack of flesh stretching beneath the panties between her legs.

Samjit struggled against the hands holding him still on his knees, new fear and adrenaline coursing through him as he tried to spit what he tasted of the milk from his lips, his face itching to be touched where it had sprayed.

His tongue fighting him as it lapped for more, struggled to reach where he felt it spritz his face.

“You should join her, a drink will ease all you concerns.” Betty soothed, calmly continuing with ease to hold the panicky struggling man still. “Milk's good for you.”

Veronica felt herself strangely aroused and engrossed by Samjit’s struggle and Betty’s words. Her mind stubbornly fighting to remember to keep watching that the bull headed and legged figure behind her didn’t come any closer as she enjoyed seeing Betty moan skyward as the Indian woman vigorously and enthusiastically bobbed amongst her udder's tips.

Just as engrossing for Veronica was seeing Amendeep rip her panties free single handed, freeing her own developing udder to drop. Amendeep’s arm squeezed her now E cup breasts as her other hand helped milk more from Betty.

“Let me see your mouth full of it.” Betty remarked to Amendeep, the now youthful faced woman grinning broadly, looking upwards and holding her mouth open. Both hands now worked the udder, spraying milk into the open mouth. As it pooled and splashed across Amendeep’s face she remembered many of the things she had been taught when practicing Gopastami.

The five things a cow gives to people for nothing in return. Three to be consumed, Milk, Butter, and Cheese. This milk was a gift not just to her. As milk overflowed her lips Amendeep carefully rose up, knowing inherently what she was to do as Betty forcefully held Samjit’s mouth open.