Milky Mayhem

Lindsey McAllister liked the night shift. The entire milk bottling plant to himself and his buddy Brett Grant, work not too stressful but not so boring you fell asleep, it was just nice. What Lindsey didn't like was the way his marriage with his wife Eris was going. He knew she was being unfaithful, meeting someone else whenever he was working nights.

Until this week, that is. This week, Eris had left the house nearly every day on some flimsy excuse, deflecting any of Lindsey's attempts to accompany her, leaving him back home stewing in his own juices, doubts and growing resentments. He'd tried, he'd really tried, but it wasn't easy when Eris didn't meet him even a third of the way, and somehow, they kept drifting apart, and now Eris was basically just a stranger living in the same house as Lindsey.

Even worse, before he'd left for work today, Lindsey had given his wife a quick kiss, and now his mouth felt strange, somehow numb and tingly at the same time. It solidified Lindsey's conviction that she was cheating on him, and now she'd got him infected with something. If it didn't get better, he'd go to the doctor's once his shift was over.

But for now, Lindsey was standing on a gantry allowing access to one of the big milk vats were the milk was getting cooled down after being homogenized and pasteurized, checking boxes on a clipboard. Lindsey squatted down, coverall wrinkling around his slight paunch, and unclipped a plastic cup from his belt, dipping it into the cooling white liquid swirling in the vat, forming a whirlpool were it was pumped out at the bottom to be bottled, packaged fully automatically and brought to the loading dock, ready for delivery all throughout the city.

Standing up and checking the milk against one of the strip lights, Lindsey swirled it gently, seeing no discolorations, particles or anything else untoward. Taking a mouthful, he swished it around, the taste perfectly ordinary even with the strange, tingly numbness on his tongue. Swallowing, Lindsey noted the texture and aftertaste - all perfectly normal and expected.

Which was exactly where the unexpected began. A tingling, pleasant sensation spread from Lindsey's stomach and he froze, plastic cup dropping from twitching fingers and falling into the vat, quickly sinking out of sight. Not that Lindsey cared or even noticed; he was much too preoccupied with the rapidly mounting arousal racing through his body, stiffening cock pushing into the crotch of his coverall, soreness building in his pecs.

Shaking and panting, Lindsey gripped the gantry railing until his knuckles turned white, legs quivering and mind racing. Something clearly had been wrong with the milk - or was it a reaction to whatever illness Eris had infected him with? But he'd never heard of any substance or sickness that caused rampant, uncontrollable arousal, muscle soreness and damp chest.

'Wait, damp chest?' Mouth slack, Lindsey stared down at his chest, gaping as he saw two dark spots spread right over his nipples... and under these growing, wet stains, undeniable mounds were growing larger with his every breath. "Tits?! Wai--wha--tits?"

Definitely tits, shapely and small, even though the latter adjective became less and less true, nipples becoming more and more prominent against the rough fabric as little breasts became modest boobs, and Lindsay could feel the fluid that had to be milk leak from his nipples. Not that his breasts were the only thing swelling both inexorably and rapidly: Already the bottom of his coverall felt tight against his rump and hips, a small tuft of hair tickling the very top of his butt crack.

And still Lindsey held on to the railing, hips twitching involuntarily as his lust rose unbearably, panting and moaning in a voice that sounded less and less like his own, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging slack even as Lindsey felt two short pricks of pain to the sides of his skull, right over his ears, but they were inconsequential against the sudden climax washing over Lindsey in waves, entire body awash with pleasure.

"Nnhhoooo~, mhhoooo~, mmmoooOOOOH~!" Deep, yet feminine moans turned into sounds more akin to the lowing of a cow, but unmistakably filled with bliss. At the same time, Lindsey's shaft pumped cum into his underwear and coveralls, every fat wad seemingly taking more and more of his length with it as it shrank rapidly. "MOOOOOOH!"

One last spurt of sticky cum, and Lindsey's cock was gone. Instead, a winking, twitching pussy nestled between swelling thighs, the seams of the lower half of Lindsey's coveralls creaking as she filled the garment out until they hugged her curves, but it was not the seams that gave first.

With a metallic 'ping', the zipper in the front of Lindsey's coveralls broke, splitting open to reveal soft, light brown breastflesh bulging out, taking a lot of the pressure Lindsey had been feeling, allowing her to breathe more freely, shivering in the afterglow of her climax. She felt she should have been more concerned about the rapid changes to her body and mind, but the orgasm had been way too good to ruin it with anxious questions, her body looking and feeling simply to amazing to worry about anything.

Except maybe the soreness in her fat breasts, rising faster than they swelled, nipples engorged and plump and dribbling a constant stream of milk into the soaked front of Lindsey's coveralls. Turning around to lean against the railing, strong muscles flexing under the thick fat of her ass, Lindsey finally manage to rip open the crotch of her coveralls, shivering as cool air flowed over her exposed, sodden pussy and the swishing, tufted tail that flopped out, lengthening at the same pace as her breasts kept swelling.

But the tail was just as inconsequential to Lindsey as her lengthening hair, fluffy, light brown bangs cascading down to obscure her eyes and the back of her neck behind a mop of unruly locks. No, important were her breasts, her udders, as Lindsey ripped open her coveralls all the way to free the massive orbs, each already easily as big as her head, capped by an enormously swollen teat that dripped with hot cream which ran down the swell of Lindsey's tits.

"Mmmoooooh~..." The caress of Lindsey's fingers felt heavenly on her soft breasts, even more so when she grabbed one teat between thumb and two fingers of each hand and began tugging gently, the resulting spray of milk already bringing relief, however minuscule it was. "Moo-moooh~..."

"What the heck is going on man, I heard you yell, and then there was mooing and--what. The. Fuck." Brett was the only other worker on the nightshift, so he'd come running as soon as he'd heard his buddy yell, thundering up the gantry only to stop and freeze. He had not been ready for the sight of a woman with her pussy and gigantic tits exposed, milking herself with gusto - and certainly not for the two smooth, nearly straight horns growing outwards from her temples. "The fu--wha...?"

Lindsey, meanwhile, saw in Brett not someone that had seen her try to empty her bare boobs, which by all standards of modesty and common sense should have made her embarrassed, but no, instead she saw someone that could help her with it. With a self-confident, seductive smile, Lindsey beckoned Brett closer with a hand dripping with milk, tufted tail waving between her legs subconsciously to fan the scent of her juices towards him.

"Won't you help me, Bretty-boy? I'm sooo sore, and my titties feel sooo heavy! I need someone to help me empty themmm~..."

Slackjawed and flush-faced, Brett stared at Lindsey, at her swelling tits, her widening hips that were pulling her coveralls apart even as its legs ripped open around her thighs, her heartshaped, friendly face with its bangs hanging down to her cheekbones to hide her brown, soulful eyes that nevertheless twinkled with lust and invitation behind Lindsey's hair, her full lips, lowing moos washing over them...

Until he was close enough for Lindsey to cup the back of his head and pull him against her expanding tits, where Brett readily accepted the cowmorph's leaking, erect right teat and began suckling.

"Mmoooh! Yesss, Brett! Suck my titty, drink my moo--milk, drink it allll~!"

Brett's hot mouth around her teat felt amazing, the sensations only enhanced by the slowly abating soreness - with Brett's help, Lindsey's swelling right breast was finally able to keep up with its own rapid production of milk. Her left udder, less so. Lindsey was pulling and tugging her nipple, massaging the having orb with her palm, but it wasn't enough, the soreness increasing and her skin stinging as it became taut, breast filled up so much that milk sprayed from Lindsey's teat even when she wasn't pulling the enormous nipple.

"Mmnnooooh~..." Biting her pouty lower lip, Lindsey lowed painfully, wishing there had been three workers on nightshift so she would have another mouth working on her... "Uhm."

There was another mouth - Lindsey's own. As Brett sucked and gulped, eyes barely focused and face slowly being buried in Lindsey's expanding titflesh, the cowmorph hefted her swollen left udder and lifted it upwards, forcing more milk out that splattered onto the metal of the gantry, until she could wrap her own mouth around her free nipple.

Immediately, her eyes hidden behind her bangs rolled up as hot milk splashed into her mouth, to be eagerly gulped down and be replaced by the overabundance leaking from Lindsey's gargantuan breast. It was flowing freely now, from both her udders, soreness making room for pleasure and satisfaction of an instinctual need that Lindsey hadn't even had mere minutes ago.

Sadly, it wasn't to be that easy: With both teats suckled on and Brett's hands roaming over Lindsey's pleasantly plump body, her soft stomach, hips and thighs, there was a heat building within her crotch, an itch, a need to be filled. And when Brett's questing hands finally found Lindsey's sodden snatch, he barely brushed over the slick slit twice with his palm before dipping two fingers inside, grinding his palm against Lindsey's clit gently.

"Mmooooh!" Lowing hotly, Lindsey let her left tit fall from her mouth, milk arching through the air to fall where it may. "Oh fuck yes! Moooo, right there, deeper, moooOOH!"

Brett did his best, face buried in boob as it was, stirring up Lindsey's twitching honeypot, rubbing her clit and curling his fingers inside her, but while it contributed deliciously to the concert of pleasure making Lindsey writhe and grind her hips against Brett's hand, it mainly did one thing: It made the emptiness within the cowmorph ever more acute.

"Fffuck~... mmoooh, fuck m--fuck me, Brett! I need you inside mmooooooh!"

Pulling back from Lindsey's right udder, Brett stared up at her with eyes completely glazed over, chin white with spilled milk. But Lindsey's begging was already snapping Brett out of it, and a dopey smile spread on his lips. Pulling his fingers out of Lindsey, he began to struggle to his feet and simultaneously fought with his coverall zipper, but things were going to slow for Lindsey.

"C'mooooh!" Turning around, the cow morph resumed her position from before, hands on the rail and leaned over slightly, only now she was arching her back considerably more to raise her massive ass and give Brett easy access to her wet and ready cow cunt, tail swishing through the air to spread her scent. "Fuck mmmooo~! Fuck mmooooh!"

Wiggling her ass, making the enormous cheeks jiggle gently under her torn coverall, Lindsey also brought her pendulous boobs into motion, making them swing gently as they dribbled milk in steady streams, wetting the grooved iron of the gantry, the rods of the railing and the side of the vat. But even the sensation of her giant udders swelling with milk and knocking into each other and the railing couldn't change Lindsey's current course of action, particularly not when Brett's cock finally sprang free.

"Moooh yes, get that thing into moooo~!" Whatever was affecting Lindsey had also spread to Brett, his shaft swollen and red and decidedly inhuman, just as the fuzzy, low-hanging nuts swinging free as Brett let his coveralls drop around his ankles. Finally ready, Brett wasted no more time, stepped closer to Lindsey's enormous behind and guided his throbbing shaft home. "M-M-MoooOOOOH!"

Lindsey had not been prepared to be filled so completely, every new inch sliding into her driving the breath from her lungs, making the cowmorph pant helplessly with eyes closed in bliss as her legs shook and quivered, milk spraying from her teats in creamy spurts as they bounced with every twitch of Lindsey's body. Her pussy welcomed the invader eagerly, molding itself to every inch, every throbbing vein, the pulsing rim of the flattening head, sucking Brett inside relentlessly.

"Moo! Moo! Moo!" With gasping moos, Lindsey slammed her ass backwards, first spearing herself on Brett's length all the way and then using him as if he was a massive, enormously satisfying dildo - he was simply taking too long for the cowmorph, so Lindsey had to take matters in her own hands. "Yo-your dick is the beeest~! I love it, Brett! I love your diiick! I love yooouuu~!"

Brett was finally thrusting himself, following Lindsey's rhythm and meeting her ass with meaty slaps of kin on skin. The impacts rocked Lindsey's body, the pleasure of being filled to the brink again and again rocked her world. Even as he kept pounding her, Brett's shaft kept changing, head blunt and its sides gliding over Lindsey's walls, the delicious sensation of Brett slamming home and making her soft ass ripple knocking the breath out of her with lowing moans.

Lindsey's legs grew weak, knees knocking together, but even in the throes of lust, the cowmorph noticed something strange - even with her posture lowered like this, the angle of Brett's cock didn't change at all. Opening her eyes, Lindsey could see through her frizzy bangs that everything seemed smaller for a second, even shrinking as she watched, until she realized that it was in fact her that was growing larger when the ripped remains of her coveralls snapped apart and fell down to the milk-slick gantry.

"Keep g--keep go--mmooooh!" Although Brett barely seemed to notice, keeping up his relentless, rhythmic pounding, Lindsey still kept encouraging him even as she had to sink to her knees so he could keep hitting her deepest depths, soon having to slide her knees to the sides and spread her thick thighs to ensure Brett still had access, her feet hanging over the back edge of the gantry. "Moo-ooo-oooh!"

Hands now on the rim of the vat to steady herself, Lindsey shuddered lustfully as her teats dragged over the edge of the railing, trailing milk as the heavy orbs swung through the air, the motion kept up by Brett's thrusting. Milk continuously sprayed from Lindsey's giant, engorged teats, splattering into the vat were it mixed with the rest and was sucked down to be bottled below the machine.

But neither Brett nor Lindsey cared. The cowmorph was much more focused on the fact that somehow, her pussy was just as full as when Brett had started breeding her, if not fuller, even if his hands on her gargantuan ass felt quite a bit smaller than before. No matter. Lindsey closed her eyes in bliss once more as she felt her growth slowing down, content to just feel herself be filled again and again, the swinging motion of her breasts enough to **** milk out of Lindsey's heavily laden udders for them to not get sore.

More and more of the cow morph's milk splashed into the vat as Lindsey's body rocked with Brett's thrusts, arousal simmering and building within the cow morph as the massive shaft inside her strained and twitched, seeming to hit all of Lindsey's most sensitive spots at one time or another. Waves of lust ebbed and swelled, eliciting lowing moans and gasping moos, crashing and building, crashing and building, each cresting a little higher than the last, a precursor to something incredibly intense.

"Aah--ah-I..." For the first time since Lindsey had pulled him into her breast, Brett finally found his words, even if they were incoherent and stammering. "Ah-I.. I'm cuuuh... I'm cuh--"

"Moo--Mooo!" Brett had found his words, Lindsey had lost hers. The mere thought of her breeding bull filling her to the brink with his swimmers was enough to push the cowmorph over the edge and into an earthshattering climax that shook her entire body, ripping a lustful bellow from her throat that shook the windows as her snatch twitched powerfully, milking Brett with all of the cowmorph's considerable strength. "MOOOOOOOH!"

"Nnnrraaaaaagh!" Brett's own lustful scream was almost inaudible against Lindsey's, but the deluge of cum his climax set off was anything but unremarkable.

Rope after thick rope blasted into Lindsey's hungry snatch, Brett's swimmers filling her to the brink and beyond, stretching her further than she'd thought possible until it began to leak from her twitching snatch, dripping down onto the gantry. Lindsey shivered and twitched in bliss, riding out her climax on the waves of cum spilling into her even as more milk sprayed from her breasts with every jerky, bucking thrust from Brett.

Even once Brett had spilled all his seed and collapsed forwards onto Lindsey's enormous, cushiony ass in an exhausted daze, the cowmorph had to take a while to catch her breath, to savor the sensations still coursing through her, to appreciate the amazing, lustful turn her life had taken. Sex with Eris had never felt this good, not even back when they'd still been in love. Now? She and Brett had had no idea what they were doing, and it had been mindblowing.

Righting herself until she knelt on the gantry, Lindsey felt Brett slip off her ass and land on the cum- and milk-covered gantry, groaning weakly - and half his cock was still stuck inside the cowmorph, even though her hips easily cleared the railing like this. Looking down at herself through her soft, fluffy bangs, Lindsey couldn't help but grin proudly: Her body was outrageously curvaceous, with wide, plump hips, thick thighs, a slight belly, breasts that hung heavy and low and were still somehow perky, enormous teats capping huge, puffy areolas. Small rivulets of milk were still running down her curves.

Running her hands over her soft skin, Lindsey finally noticed a new weight on her head, something that had been entirely lost among the plethora of equally new, incomparably more intense sensations. Bringing her hands up, Lindsey's fingers found smooth, straight horns grow almost parallel to the ground, with only the slightest curve upwards, extending almost half again as wide as her shoulders.

Her grin widened; that she had to see. Getting up, she felt first the rest of Brett's cock and then thick globs of cum slip from her snatch, hitting the gantry with loud splats. Thanks to her enormous size, Lindsey could just step off the gantry and check herself out in the smooth metal of the vat, even though she had to bend down slightly to get under the gantry.

"He-hey, I look like a highland cow!" Lindsey had seen them once, when she'd visit the village her grandfather had emigrated from, but indeed - with her light brown hair framing her friendly, round head, large horns projecting to the sides and eyes hidden by her bangs, Lindsey had more than a passing resemblance to said breed of cattle. "Goddamn I'm hot."

That, too, was true, but Lindsey found she liked to say it out loud. Striking a pose, she banged the tip of one horn against the underside of the gantry, eliciting another groan from Brett. It sounded more like someone disturbed in his sleep than someone on distress, but still, Lindsey took a step back and took a look at Brett, poking him gently with one finger.

"Hey Brett, you okay?"

"Mrbl."

"Very eloquent. Can I get you anything?"

"Mlk."

"That I can do!"

Picking Brett up with ease, Lindsey cradled him against her breast in one arm, allowing her lover to suckle gently and replenish fluids and proteins at the same time. As he drank, the cowmorph went to get cleaning equipment - just because she was now about three times taller, a hundred times sexier and more voluptuous and just had had sex at work didn't mean that Lindsay had lost all professional pride. She'd get everything cleaned, take care of the final duties of the nightshift, and then - before the dayshift arrived - she'd go and get her new life in order.

First, Lindsey was going to tell her wife to get fucked, and not in the good way. And then she'd marry Brett, because he was a good friend and had a great cock. Marriages had been built on worse foundations.

(Author's comment: And now we know why people keep changing seemingly at random. Because hygiene standards are for people shorter than 10 feet.)