Pep Rally V

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Scott noticed, over time, and he was slowly, subtly, becoming stronger. He had never been one for weight training, but he was able to lift more than he ever had before. Even helping support Sam getting up and about was almost effortless for him, heavy as she was getting.

He had undergone an unusual growth spurt, and was getting taller, as well as bulkier. Even his dick had gotten thicker, longer, and he was pleasantly surprised by the transformation.

It was only as the growths on his head exacerbated, and pointed bones—no, horns—began to emerge from his hair, that he realized that something had gone wrong. He was changing.

It must have been a side-effect to his exposure to Sam. He was becoming almost bull-like in strength and temperament. It was harder to distract himself, his mind on one track at a time. It was frightening but also a little…comforting, to be able to complement his girlfriend by way of his own physiology. “Mmmm,” Scott hummed to himself as he regarded his body in the mirror. He scrutinized his broader shoulders, and the muscled expanse of his chest. “Mooo,” he noted. He didn’t know what he would say to Sam.

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Sam thought her belly was the size of a beach ball. She strained beneath it, struggling as she waddled. Much as her fattening ass helped with balance, it wasn’t enough to stop her from wobbling awkwardly, huffing and breathless.

Her tits and udder felt pressurized that evening. She hoped that they wouldn’t leak. She felt as though she had only just milked them a short while ago.

Sam eased herself down on the large cushion of her ass, belly squashing her legs. She hissed as the pressure hit her udder. Her belly heaved with her breathlessness, and quavered with the pressure inside of it. Sam fidgeted and shifted continuously, trying to ease some of the pressure away from her swollen udder, but it was nearly impossible when she wasn’t standing up or lying down. She felt a build of pressure, her teats stiffening and her nipples aching. Her face flushing, she tried not to groan.

Sam was spending the night at her friend Tammy’s house, with two other friends. They had finished studying, and had decided to get into their pajamas.

Sam’s night dress was custom ordered. The neckline was low, showing off the plump expanse of cleavage of her upper breasts. The material was loose and silken, outlining her belly. It was short, covering her panties when she was standing, but at present, she could feel her udder bulging out in her seated position, the cool air drifting blissfully against the sweaty orb.

“I can’t believe Ted said that to her,” Jessica was telling Tammy.

“I know. He’s cute, but dumb. Though I don’t think Sarah minded.” They all chuckled.

“Hey,” said Jessica. “Has anyone noticed how hot Scott’s gotten lately? Has he started working out?”

“Careful Jess,” Penny piped in. “He’s been taken.” She gave a sly grin to Sam.

Sam was barely paying attention. She strained to smile.

“Oh, that’s right. How are things going with the two of you?” Tammy asked.

“Pretty well,” Sam offered acerbically.

“Must be so hard with your condition.” Penny gave her a commiserating look

“I’m doing okay.”

The conversation turned back to classes, and Sam was grateful that attention was shifted away from her. She was weary with the obligatory bouts of sympathy towards her. And she was admittedly distracted. She felt close to sprouting a leak. Her udder was tense, almost contracting in its tightness. It seemed it was time for another bathroom break.

Sam began to shift, trying to gradually maneuver herself on her feet, with the aid of the wall behind her. But as she did, she accidentally shoved her belly hard against her swollen udder. There was a short, sharp burning, as her teats sprayed milk outwards and directly into the faces of all her friends.

Sam gasped and leaned backwards, breathing heavily, chest heaving, her four nipples also beginning to leak as her udder oozed and spurted more gently, creating a small puddle on the floor.

Her friends had gone silent, everyone speechless. Tammy removed her glasses, her face dripping milk.

Cheeks burning, Sam attempted to apologize, but all that came out was, “Mmmmooooo!” Her whole face was hot. It looked as though she was mocking them, but she felt as though the joke was on her. “Moooo,” she said again, hoping to pacify. “Mmooooo…mmmmmm…moooooo…” It was controllable and mortifying. She was having more and more mooing episodes lately.

Her friends continued to stare at her in utter silence. To the side, Penny wiped a bit of milk from her cheek and licked it off her pointer finger.

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