Bessica, Part 4

Alex is an ordinary university student who wishes to expose the alpha-bitch on campus for the 'cow' she really is. She visits Tila the Wandering Witch to make this happen, but developements - bovine and otherwise - begin to spiral rapidly out of control.

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Bessica, Part 4

Alex cursed herself for being late to Jessica’s place. She’d promised she’d be over by the end of the college day, but the drama in the lecture theatre had been all too much, and what she’d seen at the bar later . . . it had taken her mind completely off her friend’s dilemma.

“Stupid Alex, stupid,” she muttered to herself, “I hope what she wanted to talk about isn’t time sensitive.

But even as she said it, she knew it likely wasn’t. It was clear that Jess had been to see the Wandering Witch to get a body upgrade. Perhaps she’d overdone whatever concoction the woman had given her and ended up in the body of a total babe. Alex was still a little jealous, but for Jess it was likely such a big leap she was still awkward about the change, the poor thing!

She made it to the door, and knocked twice. After a time, she knocked again, and a third time. Probably trying to deal with another growth spurt. Jeez, old flat-board Jess must be stacked by now. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a croaky voice call.

“A-Alex? I-is that y-you? Why are you so late?”

“I’m sorry Jess, I got caught up. Is everything alright?”

“C-come in. I’m upstairs. J-just . . . just don’t freak out, o-okay?”

“What is it?”

“P-promise you won’t scream. Or, like, call the c-ops, okay?”

“I promise. I’m coming up.”

A sharp intake of breath and a mild squeak let Alex know that Jess was worried deeply about something. She ascended the stairs slowly, cautiously.

“By the way,” she called aloud, “you wouldn’t believe what you missed in the lecture theatre today. Tiana’s been hiding herself under a thick woollen jacket the last few days, in the middle of summer for goodness sake, when out of nowhere she goes pure white, asks to be excused, and ran as fast she could out of the room. But here’s the weirdest part; she was mooing as she left. Mooing! Like a cow! Just like the Wandering Witch said. I’ll explain about that in a moment. I mean, I know her tits have blown up like blimps in the last few days but that’s just nuts, right?”

She opened the door, and saw that her friend was standing in the darkness of a drawn-curtain room, rugged up in a thick woollen jacket, a hat over her head and thick track pants over her legs.

“. . . isn’t it?” Alex repeated. “My God Jess, what’s happened to you?”

But even as she asked, a tiny suspicion was floating now in her head. That day at the café . . .

“Please,” her friend said in a whisper so tinny and small it may well have been a mouse speaking, “don’t – nnngghhh - scream.”

Slowly, she unbuttoned the woollen jacket, grimacing as she did. A loud stomach growl sounded across the room, the only sound except for the beating of their own two hearts. She parted the coat hesitantly, and two great mounds – no, four! – shifted and trembled outwards, free to expand without confinement. She let the coat drop to the floor and removed her hat, tears streaking the poor girl’s eyes. Alex simply stared gobsmacked at the large, trembling pairs of sweat-sheened bosoms bulging from the girl, barely constrained by the large but still too-tight bras she was wearing. They were red and flushed, the top pair being triple-Ds at least! Other strange changes were evident; two white cows’ horns had erupted out of her friend’s skull and poked out of her hair. Speaking of her hair, it was now completely black, with a wide streak of white on the left hand side. She couldn’t see much of the girl’s ears, but they too looked different, longer and hairier. Her toes were blackened and fused, and the whole of her was larger; wider hips, thicker waist, broader shoulders. But most shocking of all was the thing that bulged out of the top of Jess’s panties, pulsating visibly with her panting. The four teats of the udder squelched outwards, a dollop of milk dropping from one of them.

“I don’t – oooohhhh  . . . mmmhhhmmmnn . . . don’t know what’s – ugh – happened to me, Alex. Ngh!”

She clenched her eyes and huddled over her slightly domed stomach, her cheeks reddening at the pressure inside of her. The hunger was mounting, and soon the changes too, Jess knew. But she had to last, at least until her friend understood.

“Oh my God,” Alex stammered out, “what’s happened to you? Are those . . . extra breasts? And horns?”

Jess nodded meekly. “They grew in – urgh – last n-night. And they’ve only gotten bigger.”

She twisted on the spot in response to something gurgling within her, and Alex caught sight of what looked to be the beginnings of a tail sprouting from her backside.

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know!” Jessica cried, she collapsed back onto her bed, and her bosoms trembled, bulging over the cups of her two pairs of bras. The poor girl looked positively overwhelmed with her developments. “The changes were s-so wonderful for the first week. F-for the first time I was h-happy with my body. I even made love to Derek Fallon, but in the night I got this strange p-ressure, and when I went downstairs – ooohhhhhhhhhh nngghn nngghn! – it all started to change. And I can’t stop eating, but when I do I start changing again.”

Alex looked down and for the first time noticed the contents of the floor. It was littered in candy wrappers, pizza boxes, butter stick coverings, noodle packets and half eaten bread sticks. There were remnants of food everywhere, more than Alex would normally eat in three days, and yet Jess didn’t look overweight. Pudgy, yes, and with a thicker figure, but her curves remained, and discounting her freakish abnormalities she still had an attractive figure. The only giveaway was that her stomach was slightly domed outwards, but the skin there was tight as a drum, no fat roll in sight. The girl winced at the increased internal pressure, in her four breasts, her new udder, even her belly. She rubbed them openly in sight of Alex, not caring that she saw. She needed relief, she needed to be . . . no, no damnit, I’m human! I’m still human!

But so much of her was sore and aching and pressurised, and every movement caused some sway of flesh, a jiggling of her bosoms or deeper pulsating of her udder. She began to regret ever letting Alex see her like this.

Alex herself was confused on what she should do. Confess the truth? Investigate? Console her friend? She decided on the last, and sat on the bed next to Jessica as she panted and moaned. Hesitantly, she reached out a hand and rested in on her friend’s shoulder, but recoiled when her hand touched something soft and hairy. In fact, it was hair, a light growth of white hair on her two shoulder blades, a black splotch on the left. She returned her hand, and patted her friend.

“Jess, do you remember about a week ago, when you stood up for me when Tiana was being a bitch in the caf?”

Jess turned her way, and from the wiggle of her ears Alex could now confirm they had changed as well. “Yeah?”

“And do you remember how you went in and bought a drink for me?”

“W-why is this important now?”

“Tiana had a drink at the table when she left. Or at least she may have left it there. She must have. Now I need you to remember, I need you to think back and tell me, did you drink from the cup she had?”

Jessica doubled over. Sweat poured down her forehead and collected in the deep cleavages between her two large pairs of breasts. She groaned, and Alex could have sworn that the lower pair had pressed outwards a couple of centimetres with her breath and remained there. “S-so, so much p-pressure,” Jessica managed to spit out, clenching her eyes shut, “what has this got to do with anything?”

“Just tell me Jessica, it may be the clue to everything.”

“Y-yes. I remember – ohh – now. I didn’t have enough – enough money for – nggn – both of us, so I took Tiana’s drink and had that instead. She’d barely t-touched it.”

Alex thought back to what she’d seen at the bar after Tiana’s walk out. The girl was half out of her mind, grinding against any man on the dance floor and desperately calling out for some man to fill her up. There was a bony glint in her hair, and her breasts had become huge. There was no doubt the formula had changed her. And Jessica said she’d barely touched it, while Jess herself had drunk the rest? Alex could only imagine how far the transformation of her friend would go. She was overwhelmed with guilt, and began confessing what had transpired – her meeting with the Wandering Witch, the potion, Tiana as a target – everything. Jess just sat there, panting under her breath and massaging her various mounds with her hands compulsively. Neither of them knew it, but her ministrations were encouraging further growth, and stimulating her prodigious milk ducts.

“You did this to me?” Jessica whispered, once Alex was finished telling her story.
“Yes, yes I did. I’m so sorry Jess. I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way. I didn’t even think that you’d come near the potion – I thought you’d gone to the Wandering Witch and got something to change your figure.”

Jess sniffled. “I was so happy for those few days. I’d never felt so confident. And now I’m not even a human being anymore.” She sobbed, and her breasts and udder bobbed with her motions. Alex was surprised, her friend wasn’t even showing anger, just a deeply sad acceptance of her state, and somehow that made it all the worse.

“But there’s a chance we can fix it,” Alex assured her. “A chance I can fix what I’ve done to you. We just have to find the Wandering Witch and bargain with her. She’s reasonable, and what she gave me . . . um, it seems to, well, work. If we can get a counter-potion or spell then we can get you back to normal Jess.”

Jessica looked up at her with eyes shimmering with tears. “I can be normal again.”

“Yes, but we should hurry. She’s the Wandering Witch, so we need to find her before she moves again, or track her down if she has.”

Jess stood up, and grunted as her udder settled down between the tops of her thighs. But a gleam of hope had gotten into her. “I don’t care if I end up being a stick figure again, so long as I can be a normal human.”

“Then let’s head. We can take my car. Are you right to rug up to hide . . . you know.”

Jess nodded. “It’s not too much to hide, yet. So long as we – nngggnnn!”

The girl hunched over, clutching her stomach at the pressure that now bubbled and boiled within her. Parts of her tingled, areas of skin became hot and flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as she struggled to contain them. “N-n-noo!” she moaned, “not now! It can’t be n-noooww!”

“What’s happening?” asked Alex, drawing close to her friend and holding her shoulder. She was concerned, but not sure what to do to aid her friend’s comfort.

“My b-body,” Jessica stammered, “it’s wanting to – to change again! Euurrrgghghgh, mmnhhmh, I – It’s trying to e-expand! Ooh!”

She clutched her mounds as Alex watched on in horror at her friend. The cowgirl pressed against her breasts, smoothed her palm over her udder as if to calm it. She strained and strained at the changes, delaying them every moment, refusing to allow her body’s structure to alter any further. Alex could see it was taking a toll on her, as she collapsed back onto the bed, bosoms trembling, udder releasing several spurts of milk. But the pressure only continued to build, so much so she felt as if she would explode.

“You can do it,” Alex pitched in, “you can fight the changes!”

“I can’t, I can’t” she replied breathlessly, “they’re too strong, it’s too much – ooohhh!”

Her stomach expanded slightly, its domed shape holding. A hand reached over to hers and clasped it. “Jess, I know you. You’re stronger than this. You can fight it.” The wheezing, panting, bulging figure of her friend looked up into her eyes. The poor thing looked as if she’d taken the world upon her. The pressure continued to build and build, her ability to hold against it waned and waned, until finally, the pressure reached its peak, and Jessica could stand it no longer. She gave way and allowed her transformation to break through, in such a strained state of mind that she preferred that to letting the pressure build any further. She immediately regretted it, as her skin began to shift and pull and tug in all sorts of strange and new places, and she was unable to put the genie back into the bottle.

Alex watched in horror and fascination as the changes unfolded before her. Her friend’s breasts expanded further, pressing against the pair of bras, the flesh flowing over until finally the straps could take no more and snapped off and fell to the floor.

“Nnnngggggghh . . . ooooaaaarrrgghhh!” he friend moaned, until she fell into grunts that rang in time to the pulsing of her body. “Ngh . . . ngh . . . mmmnhh . . . ugh.”

Her horns grew upwards, pushing further out of her head until they pointed well and truly above her friend’s hair and were no longer even capable of being hidden in it. Her tail exploded out of her backside, rapidly lengthening behind her, white hairs growing down along it until it ended in a black tuft. Jessica briefly adopted an expression of pure fear at the sight of it, but was distracted at a fresh bout of pressure in her udder. She pressed her hands against the hot, pulsating mass. It grew larger and larger until it was the size of a volleyball, pushing her thighs aside with its expansion, the four teats bigger than before. There were tightening and softening, tightening and softening. Her toes continued to fuse and alter in composition, splitting into two bony growths that were semicircular in nature.

“Oh my god Jess, you have hooves!” Alex gasped, but Jess was too lost in all her changes to even take that fact in.

“Oh, oh, oh, owwwwww!” Jess screamed, and her ankle popped, a new joint forming so that the lower portions of her legs pointed forwards, with her hooves serving at the last joint. From this point on, her centre of balance had changed, a necessary development to maintain her footing given her large frontal mounds that were continually filling with milk. And they were certainly doing just that, her lower breasts finally reaching the size of her upper ones, which in turn pushed those higher so that both sets of bosoms were incredibly firm and rounded for their size, drooping only slightly. Her areolas had become huge, her nipples even huger, and like the teats of her new udder they too were painfully erect. Her ears lost their human shape entirely, growing furry white and black and dagging slightly down at their tips, much larger than before. Her stomach pressed outwards, appearing like a woman who was four months pregnant, or even five months. Between her four swelling breasts, her domed belly, her enormous udder and her hooves feet pointing forwards, there was nothing flat remaining about the formally stick-thin Jess. And yet despite her changes, it was obvious that it was her; her demeanor had not changed, her face remained recognisably her, even her hair, now fully black and white, held the same style. Cow fur grew in around sections of her body; her shoulder blades and back, the surface of her ears, and around her hooves up to the first joint of her newly refashioned legs. It was largely white, but with black splotches, just like a dairy cow.  Jess groaned and moaned, puffed and panted, overwhelmed by the sensations and a curious squirming within her stomach. Sweat poured down her figure and collected in the small patches of her fur, and her breasts and udder wriggled and jiggled with every new breath. Her tail swayed behind her, back and forth, back and forth, easily a metre-and-a-half in length and seemingly beyond her control. Alex simply stood and stared, gobsmacked.

“Oh my . . . oh my . . . oh my god,” Jessica breathed out, looking over her changes, patting over her body and enlarged breasts, which must have been E-cups by now. “My breasts, my udder . . . they’re sooooo fuullll, uurgh.” Beads of milk dripped from all eight of her teats, thick  and creamy, with litres more still contained within her, and being produced at a prodigious rate. She didn’t yet know it, but her body had become a finely tuned milk machine, capable of creating enormous quantities of milk and cream within her large mammaries in just a matter of hours, and storing far more than she even currently was, for her future children that were secretly growing inside of her. She had been incredibly fertile in heat, and during her dalliance with Derek was easily inseminated and impregnated, and then a couple more times that same night. With her pregnancy, her changes had only increased in speed and intensity, transforming her far beyond even the magic’s initial intent. For now there were two agents pushing the transformation; the potion’s magic, and the genetic changes brought about by the hormones from her developing calves. They further encouraged her body’s changes to prepare the way for them.

Her tail swatted a fly at her hip, and she flinched at the sensation. She reached behind her and pulled at the ropy length of her new development. She ran her fingers, which were now a lot darker in colour and texture, down its length and patted the soft tuft of hair at the end.

“A tail,” she whispered to herself, “I have a tail.” Alex didn’t know what to say. There was seemingly nothing she could do to comfort her friend except help her get out of this situation. For now she could only let her absorb her fresh changes, which had left her so fecund and bloated and cow-like, and yet still distinctly humanoid and woman-like. In a small and strange way there was even an attractiveness about her friend, her every feature so perfectly formed.

“And hooves,” Jess said, running her fingers across the coarse and thickened nail of her hooves. “I loved to run. I loved to run barefoot, and feel the earth beneath my feet. There’s so little feeling there now. I can feel the ground, but I can’t feel it, y’know?”

She took a hesitant step forward, feet clopping loudly against the floorboards, her new posture awkward. It was almost like walking in heels, with the balls of her feet raised, which had the effect of pointing her enlarged buttocks even further back, tail swishing almost horizontally behind her, and her four breasts pushed outwards even further from her chest.

“Oh fucking hell, I even walk differently!” she cried, her hips swaying more to the sides so that her udder sashayed slightly from side to side, easing its weight from her pelvis. Her breasts bobbed and she cringed. “I need new bras. Bigger ones for these,” and she grasped her upper breasts, the flesh overflowing her palms, for emphasis. She reached her hands up and felt her ears, then her horns, which were now long enough that she could grasp them both with all four fingers and there was still enough length for the tips to point out into view. She cringed at the realisation.

“I think this was the biggest change yet.”

“You’re remarkably calm,” said Alex, “is everything alright?”

Jessica turned to her with a glare. “Is everything alright? Is everything ALRIGHT? Look at me Alex! In the span of a week I’ve turned into some freak human-cow abomination. I have enormous breasts! I have a freaking udder! A tail! Horns and hooves! I’m fairly sure I’m going to be coated fully in fur by the time these changes end, if they ever do! My stomach is huge and I don’t know why, but I feel sick and nauseous and I’m so, so, full of milk that I’m overheating and I feel like I’m going to explode. I’m going to have to be milked like a cow Alex, do you understand? A fucking cow! All because of your stupid revenge wish. I can’t go out in public anymore, I can’t hide . . . all this. I’m so overwhelmed and I’m not even human anymore. I’ve turned into a – ngh!” She clenched her eyes at the pressure, which was building. It wasn’t another transformation. It was concentrated in only five places; her four breasts, and her udder, which was releasing some strange and uncomfortable squelching sounds. She pushed the feeling away and resumed speaking. “I’ve turned into a fucking – oh! Ngh! Mmmmhhmmnnnnnoooooaaaarrrrghhh!”

And with that, her nipples grew even more erect, and began to spray the litres of creamy milk her body had been storing up the past five days all over her friend, who was standing directly in front of her. Jessica squealed the entire time, moaned in mixed pain, heightened arousal and sexual pleasure. It was so joyous, so sensual to be releasing so much milk, as if it were as natural and right and good as sex itself. For the briefest moment, she took luxury in the fact that for all her changes and abnormal traits, her body was doing exactly what it was meant to. The pressure inside her enormous mammaries dissipated, for now, and they sagged down slightly, smaller and emptier, though still huge and comparable to even the most naturally busty of women.

“Mhm . . . ooh . . . ah . . . oh God, that felt good.” She smirked at her friend, who was now coated in litres of milk, her face splattered with her produce, her clothes soaked in lactation, blotches of cream dripping to the floor at the girl’s feet. “That was barely a just desserts Alex,” she said, “but it’s a start.”

Alex nodded, tears in her eyes as she wiped away the milk. Her tongue dabbed in it, and despite her instinctive revulsion, it tasted wonderfully sweet and packed with nutrition.

“Do you feel better?” she said cautiously.

“Better?” Jess asked, unsure herself. “Better? No. I’m not human, and this problem hasn’t gone away. But at least the pressure has gone for now. I didn’t know anything could ever produce so much milk. I didn’t even realise how much this new body must have produced. The changes Alex, they’re fuelled by me eating. I can’t stop, I devour everything, tubs of ice cream and whole pizzas. What doesn’t get used up must go towards creating milk.”

“Then we can’t let you eat until we get the Wandering Witch to turn you back.”

Jessica shook her head, and her tail accompanied the motion, her breasts bobbing with the slightest movement. She was briefly distracted by the multiple sensations, but kept on. “No, you don’t understand. I can’t not eat. I feel it even now. Even if we drive now to the Wandering Witch, I won’t last two minutes in your car until I push my way out and chase down something to eat. I can’t fight it Alex. I need to do it. I need to, regardless of what I want.”

Alex looked her friend up and down. She had changed so much, and not just in terms of her bodily transformation. The stress and anxiety of becoming a cow mutant hadn’t broken Jessica. She was the same old girl of iron, standing tall and acting, overcoming her terror to think decisively and see the positive. “Then what should we do?”

“First, I need to eat my fill. Whatever my body tells me, and I can already tell - aaaahhh – it’s going to be quite a lot. We don’t go till I’m done, and that will buy me hours until I need to eat again, during which we head to the Wandering Witch. I’ll likely change again on the way or even while we’re there. I need to see these changes through, maybe even – ooh! – maybe even to completion. Otherwise, I’ll go stir crazy again, and I won’t even make it there.”

Alex marvelled at her constitution, that she was able to think so rationally. But the girl was still scared, still overwhelmed with her developments, including ones she had yet to find out about. She put on some clothes awkwardly, struggling to put her large hooves through the leg holes of her underwear, her tail poking out over the top of the lining, and she opted to wear a stretched nightgown over her top half that parted over the dome of her belly. None of her trousers fit her anymore, with her thickened thighs, but she was able to wear a stretchy skirt around her waist, her udder causing the front to billow outwards, obvious teats poking the fabric. She moved awkwardly to the kitchen, still unsteady with her new gait and with Alex’s help devoured the remaining foodstuffs, including some pasta cooked by her friend and pizzas ordered online and delivered to her door at Alex’s expense. She ordered them with all forms of beef removed. It didn’t seem right somehow, now that she was part-cow herself. Alex remained dutiful, apologetic, helpful, and over the coming hours Jessica softened to her. It wasn’t her fault, really. Tiana deserved this experience, it was only a cruel twist of fate that she was now a half-cow, multi-boobed freak.

Finally she had finished her latest devouring spree, far exceeding any of the others, so that she laid back on the couch, hooves draped over the side, tail flickering beside her as she panted and moaned at the sheer fullness of her stomach. There was a strange, tingling sensation in her breasts and udder, one that gradually began to radiate heat through her even as they continued to prickle within. It was alien, as so much was, and it took her a few minutes to realise that the sensations she was experiencing were her mammaries actively producing milk again, compensating for the amount that she had lost when she lactated, filling up slowly enough that it was a constant feeling of increasing pressure and fullness. She could already feel with her hands that her udder was slowly expanding, her flaccid teats beginning to press outwards in the same direction, as if she were a balloon expanding.

If I’m stuck like this . . . will I feel like this every day? Will this be my life, always producing milk? She pushed the thought away. She couldn’t deal with this right now. She fell asleep on the couch, Alex snoring by her side, her body simply absorbing the changes.

To Be Continued . . .