Drug IV

Note: This is a story-prompt for tom.

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As Chloe stood in the bathroom mirror, she could hardly believe how much she had changed.

Her belly was a massive, pressurized, ball, its size ever-fluctuating depending on where she was in her cycles of birthing. At present it resembled a bolder, protruding out in front of her, seeming to dominate her whole body.

Her breasts were like volleyballs stacked on her chest, the upper pair shelved by the lower pair, and the lower pair shelved by her massive belly. Her nipples were thick and long as D-batteries, squirting milk on occasion, but mostly just seeping it down her front.

Her udder was plump and round as a basketball, the four teats protruding outwards, and occasionally spurting milk. The release was worse when she waddled about, her mounds jiggling and ejecting their warm burden.

Her ass was round and fat, sticking out behind her, contributing, at least partly, to whatever mystical force was keeping her balanced at that moment.

She waddled heavily, clutching at her bobbing masses, grimacing periodically as her teats and nipples stung from the abuse and pressure. Her cow tail waved around instinctively behind her, the cow-ears protruding from her thick hair and twitching from time to time. She compulsively scratched at it, still weirded out by her transformation. She was truly becoming a cow.

She was burdened physically, but also burdened with an onslaught of new responsibility. Huffing and puffing, Chloe wobbled her way into Angie’s bedroom, her massive belly scraping against either side of the doorframe. Flushed and sweaty, she did her best to gather up some clothing, with her limited range. She then maneuvered herself out of the room again, waddling into the living room, where Angie was still sprawled back on the couch, in a very similar state as hers. It wouldn’t be long until another round of birthing.

“We can’t just leave themmmm naked,” Chloe said, dumping the pile of clothes beside Angie on the couch.

“Mmoooo?” Angie inquired.

“They’re…mmmm…our children after all,” Chloe said, doing her best to ease herself on the carpeted floor, spreading her legs to avoid crushing her udder with her belly. The various children automatically squirmed towards her. They were large and lively for newborns, each resembling a one year old in size.

Angie lurched to the edge of the couch and did her best to contribute. Using Angie’s and her parent’s clothes, the two fashioned some impromptu togas and diapers for their part-cow offspring. The cow-children gurgled and struggled, mainly endeavoring to feed yet more. Between their varying measures of cow traits—odd patches of color, tails, horns, cow ears, and abnormally large eyes—they were admittedly adorable, odd though they were.

“I think that’s all of them,” Angie gasped out. She was breathing in heavy puffs by then, face red, belly trembling. It had surged inches outwards throughout the arduous task and was now practically squashing against her, pinning her against the couch.

“Are you kidding?” Chloe groaned back. She wasn’t feeling too composed herself. “We’re not even halfway—mmmm—ohhhhh…mooooooo…” It might have been time for another round of births.

“What are we going to do with all these, mmm, babies?” Angie groaned, leaning back on the couch, struggling to spread herself into a position to labor. “Oh god, they’re—mmm—they’re coming!” She shifted and wriggled, struggling for leverage beneath her massive abdomen.

“Mmoooo,” Chloe responded, as she had few other ideas regarding the matter.

She sunk fully to the ground and allowed herself to succumb to the mass of writing bodies. It was impossible to discern her children from her friend’ offspring, so she had long given up.

All things considered, she did have to commend herself on the little outfits she had managed to put together. Maybe she would consider a career in fashion. Or cow-fashion. It would be useful. Considering her new dimensions, and all.

“Mooooo!” said Angie from the couch. “I think they’re getting…bigger,” she panted out, moaned, and shuddered.

“Mmmmmm…” Chloe supposed it was possible.

And the two got started.