Werecow II

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ioew.

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It had just been a dream. Tammy was certain of it.

The morning following the incident, her body was completely back to normal, with no sign of the drastic growth she had thought she’d experienced. Her parents had found her lying unconscious in the backyard, her tattered clothes hanging off her. Her mother had screamed. Her father was puzzled and worried, as was Tammy.

There were concerns that she had been assaulted, or had had some sort of mental breakdown. Tammy herself suspected the latter, yet managed to convince her parents that she had been trying out a new beverage, not aware that it had contained alcohol. Though dubious, her parents had accepted her excuses. They kept a close eye on her in the weeks that followed, and Tammy made sure to be on her best behavior.

She was just glad the whole incident was behind her. Her bite hardly even throbbed anymore.

Her parents loosened their reigns, and Tammy started enjoying the social scene again. That night, she found herself out late at a college party being hosted by her crush, Daniel Thompson. The tho had Chemistry 227 together on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Tammy had expected Daniel to spend his time navigating his crowded frat house, entertaining guests, but he was spending a disproportionate amount of time talking to her, and she was certain she had died and gone to heaven.

Talking, flirting, and laughing, Tammy was really and truly enjoying herself. So much so, that it took her a while to notice the growing tightness of her dress. She took a glance out of the window and saw that the full moon was shining brightly in the night sky.

“Everything alright?” said Daniel, noticing Tammy’s fidgeting. He had just arrived with fresh drinks for the both of them.

“Yeah,” said Tammy breathlessly, accepting the offered cup. She wasn’t necessarily being honest. Her dress only seemed to be getting tighter, her stomach feeling bloated, and her breasts tingling alarmingly. It was just like before. “I have to go,” she blurted.

Tammy turned away from Daniel and tried to navigate her way to the exit on the other side of the house, but the place was crowded, and she could hardly squeeze her way past swaying bodies.

“Tammy!” Daniel called behind her.

Tammy kept pushing forward. Her breasts were hot and throbbing. She could feel them straining to bulge against her low neckline, and could see them surging with growth in her periphery.

Her belly only felt fuller and heavier, rolling steadily forward to strain against her dress. Tammy cupped it and gasped at the girth of the round mound. She was already starting to look as though she was heavily pregnant. She could feel the flesh on her pubic region rising like dough, swelling rapidly, keen to protrude free of the short cut of her dress. Her breath shuddered out of her. She refused to look back. She had to get out of there before anyone noticed what was happening. Before Daniel saw.

Yet the heavier she grew, the harder it became to progress. She stumbled as her center of gravity continued to shift forward, her stride devolving to an awkward waddle. As she grew in mass, it became all the more difficult to squeeze between milling bodies. And people were beginning to look at her in astonishment as she shoved against them, lowering their drinks and blinking hard, as though certain they were seeing things. “Mmmm…” she moaned pathetically. Mounds of fat were surging to existence beneath her breasts, rapidly becoming a second pair. All four nipples were swollen and singing. She could feel teats beginning to spring from the udder, wobbling forward like fat little fingers. She could feel the strain of engorgement.

Tammy yelped as someone grabbed her arm.

“Tammy, what is it?” Daniel was right behind her. “Did I do something wrong?” He came around to face her, and she stood there frozen, helpless.

Daniel blinked hard, much as the others had done. Then he just looked horrified. Tammy was forming a growing crowd of spectators. She groaned as her belly shuddered in several more inches of rapid growth.

She looked bigger than she had the last time. It was practically obscene. Her upper breasts her popped completely free of the low neckline of her dress, while the lower pair was straining to follow. The four looked like honeydews in size and engorgement. She grunted as all four finally started to leak, and knew the udder would be soon to follow.

Her belly was huge and round, and probably wider than she was. Tammy felt as though she had a beachball attached to her, her fat udder wobbling beneath it. Her dress had pulled up to her navel, so everything was on display.

Her thighs tremored, thicker, but nowhere strong enough to bear the weight and the humiliation. Tammy clutched what she could of her belly in her arms. “Moooo…” she moaned in apology, before staggering her way for the exit. A trail of milk followed her.