Guilt Illustration (and "caption"): Sweet Revenge

Here is my free* illustration (commissioned from Paoguu) to help me not feel guilty about my posts this month!  If you've only ever been in the $2 tier, let this be a taste of what the higher tiers get when I post illustrations - a long form caption with a completely different scenario based on the underlying story.  Enjoy!  I hope!  I'll try my best to get Hair of the Dog chapter 2 out tonight, but I'm not sure if I can.

Abigail stumbled.

She was assaulted by a feeling of tightness.  Of constraint.  As if her entire body was straining against her skin.  The girl sagged against the door frame leading to the bathroom while crossing her arms over her stomach.  And then up to her chest, groaning when her bra compressed over her chest.  The band dug into the skin beneath her shoulder blades while the cups tried desperately to contain her swelling breasts.

Skin showed on her midriff when her shirt lifted, raised by her breasts as they continued to grow.  Fat formed beneath the soft skin and pale blue veins appeared as milk ducts multiplied.

"Ooooooooohhh," Abigail groaned, and her voice dropped into a slow animalistic sound bordering on a cow's low.

Her nipples bent against the edge of her bra.  They widened, pushing her areola out as they thickened and became distended.  No longer able to contain her breasts, her bra's cups slid beneath them.  Even her now-puffy areola were outlined against the front of her shirt with her nipples half as long and just as thick as her entire thumb.

"Muhh- muhhhh-" Abigail groaned.  She bent her neck to rub her forehead against the sharp edges of the doorframe.  Dry skin flaked away to reveal dull horns that were no more than faint bumps.  The horns scored the doorframe, breaking chunks from the edges with every pass of her head.

She stood straight and then fell back against the opposite side of the frame, raising her hands to run her fingers through her hair while her eyelids fluttered.  She felt drunk.  Disoriented.  Drugged.  She couldn't stop touching herself.  Hands down to her cheeks and neck and further to her straining shirt, pulling at it with one hand while the other slipped inside to caress her heavy, hardened, warm breast.

Abigail gripped the bottom of her shirt and moaned when her nails dragged against her skin. She'd heard stories of others taking ecstasy in the club - hiding her interest and envy when they described how amazing it had felt.  To touch and be touched.  Unable to stop themselves until they were gasping and moaning and whimpering and stripping naked with their partner, giving into the heat of the moment and losing themselves to their passions.  She felt it then, as if warm air were circulating just above her skin, caressing her with its toying touch as her body became more and more reactive.

She shivered as phantom claws dragged softly down her back.  Starting broad and unfocused at her shoulders, it became more intense the lower it traveled until it centered around her tailbone.  With a jerk, the tip popped free and she cried out, gripping the doorframe behind her as she slid down to the floor.  White and black hairs followed the strange sensation as it cycled down her body.

"Muuhhhh-!" she cried out while arching her back.  She raised her hands to grip the frame above her head before letting go to press her palms into her cheeks.

Blood suffused her face - a flush that brightened her skin to the tips of her ears.  They unwound, flexing and trembling as they bent and extended away from her head, lengthening sideways before drooping and then lifting.

Her knees were spread before her with her feet planted out to the side.  She stared at her feet, knowing something was wrong but her mind reeled.  The shoes bulged around her toes.

Drops of milk appeared at the tips of her nipples.  They gathered as one and dripped down to her stomach, latching onto thin white hairs growing above her belly button.  Black hairs mixed in with the white in small, irregular patterns

Abigail laughed as she lay her head back.  Her tongue slipped out to rub against her nose, twisting as the tip explored her widening nostrils when they flattened on her expanding snout.  Her nails scratched the hair creeping down her brow and over her cheeks and then down to her bare neck.  Further to her breasts and she moaned as she hefted them and squeezed, massaging her tit with one hand while the other slid around to her nipple to twist and pinch.  The movement excited her while drawing forth more milk until it sprayed out to the floor in front of her.  She reached beneath her massive tits to rotate her bra around in order to undo the hooks.  The bra fell to the ground, already forgotten.

Tiny cramps seized her stomach, but she was lost in the exploration of her chest, massaging and pinching herself.

Her pale skin grew taut beneath her shorts, ending in a small curve just beyond the waistband.  Color faded to white as it began to expand and a vein appeared when her shorts were forced down to show two pink spots at the top of the mound of flesh.

Abigail's shorts slowly tightened against her waist when her hips and ass began to fill out, stretching the fabric until the seams pulled tight.  She rocked forward to her knees and then pushed herself up, swaying and leaning forward, barely catching herself by taking a step.  Her larger ass cheeks were clearly outlined by her straining shorts, even as her udder's continued growth pushed the band down.  The tip of her tail swished back and forth within the confines until the seams ripped at the sides and her shorts fell apart.

"Muhhh-  muHHHH- much better," she said, standing naked in the hallway without a single care in the world.  Her tail flicked behind her while her ears bounced at the side of her head, the hairs covering the backs of them dragging against the hairs on her cheeks.

She stepped into the bathroom, leaving an erratic trail of milk from her dripping nipples.  More drops formed from four spots on her udder before falling, tracing a line over the bulge of her udder and down to her legs.

Another step and her left shoe tore at the sole, ripped apart when her solidified toenails merged into a hoof that continued to widen with every new layer added to it.  She kicked behind her, flinging the shoe away before stepping against the back of her right shoe to pull her other foot free.

Abigail blinked as she stared down at herself, pulling her enormous breasts aside to look at the udder still expanding on her belly.  Thick veins stood out on white flesh while the four pink spots lengthened, pulling at the neighboring skin until her four teats bounced against her, flinging drops of milk around her.

Alarms blared in her mind, ringing endlessly until they were consumed by the rising buzzing that ate away all concern to leave her giggling and moaning and reaching down to play with her teats.  She gasped and bit at her lips while her broad nostrils opened wide.  She twisted and pulled and sprayed the bathroom.

"Muhh- making a mess," she giggled as she stared at the milk splashing onto the floor.  Another giggle and she fell, catching herself on the edge of the bathtub.  The giggle faded into a gasp and she moaned again while rocking her ass.  Abigail grinded her swollen pussy against the bathtub while her half-grown tail twisted and pulled at her back muscles.

Finally, she turned and lowered herself into the tub with her feet up.  One hand reached for a teat while the other slipped down to her pussy.

"Muhh-  Muhhhhh- MOOOOOO!" Abigail lowed when she felt how incredibly wet she was.  She gripped her labia for a second and then shoved her two middle fingers deep inside while rubbing the butt of her palm against her clit.  She jumped, shocked at how powerful the sensation was.

Her clit had doubled in size, escaping the hood while her lips stretched to match her widening hips.  Bones cracked soundless deep within as her pussy and asshole shifted higher.  Her asshole bulged outward when her labia became even more engorged.  She grabbed a teat with her free hand, pumping it as if it were a cock while her other hand pounded against her gushing pussy.

"Abigail?" a voice called out.  In return, Abigail gasped, holding her hand against her pussy when a small orgasm pulsed through her.  She squeezed the base of her teat, twisted and pulled and moaned when warm milk sprayed over her muzzle and tits and hair.  She immediately began pounding once more.

"Muuuuuuuuuuuhhh-" Abigail lowed happily as she lost herself in the act.

"Abigail, s- something's-" the voice said as it grew closer.

Zoe appeared in the doorway, turning and then jumping as she saw her friend in the bathtub.  Zoe's hooves cracked against the floor beneath her and her own small black udder jiggled in response.  The tattered remains of her clothes barely clung to her body, hiding nothing.

"Ab- Abigail!  You- you-" Zoe cried out while her hand flew up to her half-muzzle in shock.  Her short, long ears twisted against the side of her head and her tail, covered in long black hairs, whisked behind her.

Abigail brought her hand up to her mouth to clean her fingers before pulling herself out of the tub.  Zoe watched, unable to take her eyes away as her friend crawled to her, swinging her wide hips and thick, round ass behind her with her muscular tail waving behind her and her nipples and teats dragging against the floor.

"D- D- D-" Zoe stuttered when Abigail was before her.  The cow girl smiled and knelt, reaching an arm around to the other girl's ass while her right hand cradled Zeo's small udder.

Abigail leaned forward while Zoe continued to be frozen in place.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuu-" Zoe moaned as Abigail sucked on one of Zoe's two wrinkled teats.  She whinnied and stomped her foot while reaching to grab Abigail's braid.  When Abigail pulled off, the wet teat was larger than the other one, swollen from the attention it had received.  "You- you-"

Zoe neighed loudly when Abigail bent to lick Zoe's fat, oblong pussy.  Abigail shoved her head between the girl's thighs with her tongue questing out.  It moved as if crazed - twisting and writhing against Zoe's lips and clit before Zoe leaned back while shoving her hips forward.  She neighed again, louder than before, when Abigail's tongue slipped deep into the waiting pussy.  Zoe's eyes rolled back in her head but she worked her hips, grinding against the tongue fucking her while black hairs crept slowly over her soft brown skin.

"It's- it's- c- c- c- FUCK!" Zoe screamed, bucking as she came.  She squirted, spraying Abigail's face and hair.  Her broad teeth chattered as she spasmed from the aftershocks.

Zoe stared down at Abigail as the other girl pulled away and turned, raising her ass with her tail bent.  Inviting her.  Teasing her as her tail swayed left and right.  Zoe huffed and stomped and stared at the glistening pussy waiting for her.  At the drooping, full udder.  Zoe moaned and lowered herself, hands reaching for Abigail's hips to turn her as Zoe slid her legs between the other girl's thighs.

Pussy against pussy, clit to clit with the teats rubbing together, Zoe gave herself willingly to the animal as she rutted with her friend.