Dripping Wet

It's not really Thanksgiving themed so I hope y'all can forgive me!  Enjoy the story voted on by the $5 tiers on Discord!  Well, they voted on the animal and I kinda came up with the rest.  Still, enjoy!

Liquid courage, Olivia told herself as she sat at the bar.  She scratched at her nose to hide her nervousness.  Her trembling fingers gripped her drink as she raised it to her lips.  The ice clinked within while she swallowed what was left.

After collecting her purse, she made her way further down the bar until she stood awkwardly next to the brunette sitting quietly by herself.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked after a moment.  She turned to look at Olivia with a single raised, meticulously groomed eyebrow.

"Are- are- are-" Olivia stuttered.  She blushed, ducked her head and then clenched her fists against her side.  "C- can I sit with you?"

"You don't want anything to do with me," the woman said.  She returned to the drink she was nursing, lifting it and swirling it.

"I- I- I think you're pretty!" Olivia said quickly.

The red flowed along her cheeks and up to the tips of her ears.  She'd seen the woman fend off several advances from the men in the bar and, while that didn't necessarily mean she was interested in women, she'd decided she had to try.

It was the first time she'd tried flirting in public, outside of the dating app she used.  Her luck was terrible online, with several failed dates so she'd told herself she would try in person at least once.  It'd taken an entire week to psych herself up for it.

There was something about the brown haired woman that pulled Olivia in.  She was taller than Olivia's five-foot-one-inch slender, boyish frame with soft looking curves in a tight, revealing dress that clung to her body.  But, more than that, it was the way she carried herself.  As if she knew something far beyond the understanding of everyone else.  Dignified.  Poised. Yet with a resigned sadness that made her appear world weary.  It pulled at Olivia's heart strings.

The woman looked her up and down.  A slight smile curved one side of her lips.

"First time?" the woman asked.

Olivia looked away while grabbing her right arm with her left hand.

"N-no, I've- I've- I've been with a woman bef-" Olivia told her.

"Oh, honey, I mean is this your first time trying to flirt?" the woman said.  She reached a hand out to touch her fingers against Olivia's elbow and Olivia swallowed hard at the contact.

"Y- y- yes," Olivia admitted. "Is- Is it that bad?"

"Let me buy you a drink," the woman said while raising a finger towards the bartender.  "Sit down, sweetheart."

"Okay," Olivia said.  She sat, stiffly, on the stool next to the other woman.  "I'm Olivia.  My name.  My name is Olivia."

"Belle," the other woman said.

"Like-?" Olivia asked.

"Yes," Belle sighed.  "Beauty and the Beast.  At least Disney's version of it."

"Oh," Olivia replied and then she looked up at the woman.  "It's- it's fitting."

"Careful there," Belle said.  "You're dangerously close to being charming even if I've heard it before."

"S- s- sorry," Olivia said, uncertain of whether she was being teased or complimented.

"What can I get for you?" the bartender asked.

"A whiskey.  On the rocks, please," Belle said.  "For the lady."

"That's- that's what I was drinking," Olivia told her.

"I know," Belle said with a sly, quiet smile.

Was she watching me? Olivia wondered.  She felt emboldened by the woman's admission and she used that boldness to search for a compliment to give in order to start a conversation.

"I- I love your hair," Olivia said.  She touched her own lank blonde hair.  "I can't ever seem to get mine to act right.  Yours is just so incredibly thick and curly and healthy.  What's your secret?"

Belle twitched but covered it by taking a sip of her own drink.

"I'm afraid that is a secret," the woman said quietly.  "And I hope you never- well, never mind.  You're doing well, though.  Very personable."

"I'm- I'm not- You're not a test subject," Olivia said while frowning.  "I- I actually do think you're very pretty.  Like, umm, like I said and I just- I just thought maybe I'd take a chance.  I never take chances and I don't want to live my life like that.  Just- just seeing you gave me the courage to try to talk to you.  I think- I think you're beautiful."

"Hmmmm," Belle said, smiling once more but looking away.  "Then, I apologize.  Tell me about Olivia."

They talked together and laughed together and empty glasses slowly started clustering together before being swept away by the bartender.  As the evening wore on, their conversation became slurred and Olivia sat closer until she rested her hand on the woman's thigh.  In a lull, she leaned in and kissed the woman with her heart fluttering in her chest.  She expected to be pushed away but was surprised when Belle opened her lips to slip her tongue into Olivia's mouth.  They kissed while moaning quietly and then sat back, staring at each other through half-lidded eyes.

"I- my apartment.  's close by," Olivia said.  She wavered on her stool until she rested her arm on the bar, missing it the first time.

"Ohh, lord," Belle sighed.  She looked at the ceiling while slowly scratching her stomach - not for the first time.  "I think I've had to muuuh- muh- much to drink."

Olivia placed her hand high on the woman's thigh.  She kneaded Belle's leg gently through the skirt the woman wore.

"Come with me," Olivia said.  "To my apartment.  Home with me.  We can walk.  To my apartment.  's just down the corner.  You're really pretty.  Really.  Really pretty."

"Okay," Belle said.  She slid from her stool, stumbled, grabbed onto the stool and then bounced her generous hip against the side.  "Okay.  'm okay.  Let's- let's go."

They paid their tab and Olivia shyly reached for Belle's hand.  Their fingers twined together and Olivia took the lead, walking through the bar happily oblivious to the various looks they both received.

Once outside, Belle pulled Olivia's arm, spinning her lightly while leaning back into the wall.  She hugged Olivia tightly before kissing her, touching their lips together, pulling apart and then kissing again with a moan.  Olivia ran her fingers through Belle's thick hair and kissed deeply, twisting their tongues together.  A slight bump on the other woman's forehead rubbed against Olivia's thumb, but it was lost to her as she surrendered herself to the kiss.

When they broke apart, they gasped and panted.  Belle touched her lips and then ran her hand down her stomach, pressing her palm into her belly before massaging the skin.

Olivia took the woman's hand once more.  They walked together, hips bumping while the warm night air surrounded them.  Two blocks away, Olivia stabbed her finger at a control panel.  She cursed, paused, touched the panel again and then sighed while tapping her foot.  The woman focused and worked her finger slowly.  A happy chirp preceded the thunk of the heavy metal gate unlocking.  Olivia pulled Belle into her apartment's courtyard and then deeper into the building.  They both slowly navigated the stairs to the third floor and then Olivia fumbled for her keys in order to unlock her door.

"Shoes," Olivia said when they were inside.  She kicked her own shoes off, waited for Belle to step out of her heels and then kissed her again, more softly.

"Muhhh- muhhhh- maybe this isn't such a good-"

Olivia interrupted Belle with another kiss.  Belle tensed but slowly relaxed and returned the kiss before cupping the smaller woman's breast, hiding it in the palm of her hand.  She massaged it slowly while tweaking the nipple with her fingers.

"That's- that's good-" Olivia said.  It was a partial lie; her nipples had never been overly sensitive.  She always wondered if it was due to their small size.  The few partners she'd had never seemed to focus on her chest and she was self conscious of them as well so she wondered if that caused a mental block whenever someone did pay attention to them.

Olivia took Belle's hand once more, leading her through the small apartment into the bedroom.  She turned, kissing the woman while guiding her to the bed.

"Oh!" Belle said when her legs touched the mattress.  She sat and Olivia followed, unbuttoning Belle's shirt while kissing her cheek, ear, and neck slowly.

"Muuuhhhh-" Belle moaned with a low, deep voice.  It was an unusual sound but thrilling and Olivia continued, kissing beneath the woman's chin and the hollow low on her neck.

Belle's breasts were enormous.  Olivia had already suspected they were large but seeing them shocked her.  She pulled the woman's bra down, sliding them over Belle's nipples and beneath her breasts while Belle moaned and writhed.  Olivia kissed one nipple and then the other with a quick flick of her tongue.  Belle cried out at the quick touch and she trembled and gasped, surprising Olivia with her response.  The woman's breasts defied physics.  They were smooth and heavy and full but they didn't sag as she'd expected them to.

"Wow," Olivia whispered as she sat back to stare.

Belle's areola were easily two inches wide and her nipples were nearly half an inch in diameter, centered directly in the puffy flesh surrounding them.  Her soft nipples were already far larger than Olivia's nipples when they were hard after being teased.  At least three times as long.

"Muhh- nuhhh- not there," Belle moaned, pushing the other woman away gently.

Olivia slid down, caressing the woman's sides with the very tips of her well-trimmed fingernails.  Belle twisted beneath her touch and rocked as Olivia kissed down her stomach.  Despite her size, she was often left to be the one to take control.  One partner had told her it was because she was boyish, which nearly killed the mood.  She hadn't had the courage to ask anyone else and, instead, just went with it.

Just above Belle's belly button, Olivia slowed.  She glanced up at the other woman but Belle's tits blocked her face.  Olivia shook her head with a wry smile and then breathed out slowly, letting her hot breath flow over Belle's skin.  She was surprised to feel how smooth the woman's lower belly was - her fingers glided over the taut skin and Belle gripped the sheets around her while thrashing and moaning with that strange, low groaning sound.

Olivia kissed Belle's belly button and then further in a slow, teasing line while pulling Belle's skirt down.  Her thumbs slipped beneath the bands of Belle's panties and she dragged them down as well.  Scattered hairs greeted her fingers - not a surprise but something she filed away for her information.  Some of her partners shaved themselves completely smooth while others didn't, preferring a more natural look instead.  She enjoyed both for different reasons and was especially fascinated by armpit hair, toying with it sometimes until their partner took her hand away.

A thick vein greeted Olivia's lips when she kissed Belle's hardened, smooth stomach.  It surprised her but she held her tongue and continued.

"Muuhhh- mooooo- mooove further do-yessssss" Belle moaned when Olivia complied and kissed Belle's clit.  It was swollen and completely free of its hood.  She kissed it and then pushed her head down, sucking it gently into her mouth before nipping it carefully with her teeth while listening to the sounds Belle made in order to see if she liked what Olivia was doing or not.

Wetness touched Olivia's chin.  She smiled while swirling her tongue around the large, engorged clit.  Belle shook above her while periodically reaching down to touch Olivia's hair.

"You- you- muuuuh- muhhhh- you- oh! Oh! Oh! OHHHH!" Belle jerked with a gasp before arching her back and mewling.

Translucent droplets formed in four spots low on Belle's stomach before racing down to her sides.  Olivia spread Belle's thighs gently and breathed out again, enjoying the way Belle twitched.  She leaned forward slowly, building anticipation before finally kissing Belle's pussy lips.  They were fleshy and thick and longer than she'd expected, narrow in the center where they opened to show slick pink glistening muscles.  Olivia licked from the bottom of her pussy, just above her asshole and up before kissing her clit.  Sharp little hairs tickled her lips and cheeks.

Belle panted and writhed when Olivia pulled away to kneel beside her.  Olivia caressed the woman's large, creamy thighs, sliding her hand against the broad patch of hair growing over her legs and up until she rubbed three fingers over Belle's pussy.  The middle finger slipped just inside and Olivia watched Belle's eyes widen.

Olivia bent back to the woman's breast.  She took the nipple in her mouth, shocked again at the size of it, and suckled while her fingers stroked Belle's pussy.

"Nuhhh- nuhhh- muuhh- muuuuuuh- moooooo!" Belle moaned, causing Olivia to stop for a moment.  Even through the haze of all the alcohol she'd had, the sound was strange.  If she'd had her eyes closed, she would've sworn that a real cow had made it.

Is it a fetish of some kind? she wondered before biting the nipple and sucking from it.  It flexed in her mouth as it began to harden and now Olivia's eyes widened as it lengthened further in her mouth.  It was unlike any nipple she'd played with in the past.  It was thick enough that she felt an odd sensation as if she were giving a blowjob.  Or at least what she would assume a blowjob was like.  Some weird fetish of hers because of the size of her tits?  I mean, I'm not against it, I guess but I'd have to-

Milk sprayed in her mouth when she massaged Belle's breast and sucked.  Belle shrieked from a sudden orgasm while Olivia choked and sat back coughing at the unexpectedness of it.

"Oh!  OH!  Oh god, no! I- I- This- this was a mistake.  Oh, god, I'm so sorry.  I'm so sorry," Belle repeated.  She rolled and grabbed her shirt while swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

"No, hey, I'm sorry.  What did I- hey, Belle?  Are you- what's wrong?" Olivia asked.  She stood up as Belle pulled her panties and skirt back on.  The other woman was already rushing through the apartment while struggling back into her shirt.  Her bra hung against her belly.  "Hey, can we- can we talk?  What did I do wrong?"

"It's- it's not- oh, god, I can't- I'm so, so sorry," Belle repeated.  She grabbed her heels without looking back at Olivia.  The front door opened and she slipped through into the hallway.

Olivia sighed and watched the woman leave.  Belle walked with a strange limp and a soft click-thump-click-thump until she reached the stairs.

"Well, fuck," Olivia sighed.  She was used to rejection and it wasn't the first time she'd had a partner leave in the middle of things but it still stung.

With another sigh, Olivia locked her door and made her way back to her bedroom.  She stripped, tossing her shirt to the floor while rocking her slender hips to push her unbuttoned jeans down.  Her panties followed and she slid beneath the covers.

She could still smell - and taste- Belle on her lips.  Not just her pussy but also the strange milk.  She wondered, as she slid her hand down to her clit, whether the woman was pregnant.  Olivia breathed out slowly as she began to touch herself.  It felt slightly like cheating, but she pulled the image of Belle from her mind, running through fantasies with her as she rubbed her clit.

Couldn't be pregnant, she thought, slightly distracted.  She was drinking.  She-

Her thoughts vanished as she felt her orgasm growing.  She pushed them away and thought back to Belle.  Her free hand raised to her chest to toy with her nipple as she remembered how incredibly large Belle's breasts were.

"Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh oh!" she moaned.  Her voice took on a whining tone while her hand jerked erratically.

Flesh puckered around Olivia's tiny areola, expanding the flesh slowly as she massaged the skin and pinched her small nipples.  She gasped and kicked and rubbed herself harder as the areola widened until they nearly covered her entire breasts.  Tiny blue veins appeared on the sides of both breasts, pale and thin.  She bit against her bottom lip.  A crease appeared between her brows.

Olivia pinched her hard nipples and then tugged before moaning at the sensation it returned.  It was something new to her - sharp with a strange ticklish feeling that sparked along her nerves and sent shivers down her spine.  She found herself pinching and rolling the nipple even harder and eventually pulling at it while moaning loudly.  It thickened in her fingers and her other nipple swelled to match, swirling against her large areola as they elongated until she could close her hand around it and pull.

"Ahhhhnnnn!" Her orgasm surprised her.  She bucked, kicking her heels into her bed while covering her pussy with her fingers.

She rested for a moment while idly toying with her nipples, not realizing how big they were as she squeezed and pulled them in her fists.

Flesh tightened low on her belly in a wide patch beneath her belly button until the skin was completely smooth and unbroken.

"Mmmm-" she moaned, squeezing herself harder.  "Mmmm. Muuuh..."

Her right hand slid down her body, gliding over her lower belly until she touched her clit.  It throbbed and swelled, pushing against the hood until it was twice as large as before.  She gasped and pulled her nipple hard while caressing her clit until she found the rhythm she needed.

"Mmmm... mmmmmmm..... Muhhhhhh...." she moaned, oblivious to her body's changes.

An hour later, she rolled to her side, exhausted and content and rubbing the roof of her mouth with her tongue as if she could still taste the spray of milk from Belle.

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Olivia woke to a headache that left her squinting at the light shining through her blinds.  She rolled to her back while closing her eyes and lay there, cursing her awkwardness and the number of drinks she'd needed to get over it.

Still, despite Belle running away in the middle of the night and leaving her unfulfilled, she decided it was an overall win.  It was the first time she'd hit on someone in public and it had worked.  Mostly.

"Augh, gonna be late," she mumbled after glaring at her phone's clock.

When her headache didn't magically vanish, she slowly pushed herself up and then turned to slide out of bed.  Her enlarged nipples drooped slightly on her small breasts, bouncing lightly with every step she took until she reached the bathroom.  She dug into her medicine cabinet to find her headache pills before dry swallowing two of them.

She paced around her small bathroom while her toothbrush buzzed in her mouth.  Her freehand lowered down to her belly to scratch the smooth skin and her fingertip pushed against a small vein that barely stood out against the pale white flesh.  She spat when she finished brushing and started her shower, standing with her hand beneath the water until it warmed up.

Olivia stepped into the bathtub, turned and screamed when the water drilled into her nipples.  She staggered back with her hands covering her breasts completely but her nipples poked into her palms.  Once safely away from the water, she took her hands away to stare down at herself.

"Whoa," she gasped.  Her nipples were distended and swollen.  She touched one gently and then shivered when she traced the brown, wrinkled flesh with her finger.  They were easily twice as wide as before and longer than the first joint of her index finger.

And incredibly sensitive.

"Ohhh, fuck," she moaned when she pinched the nipple lightly between her fingers.  She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, raising a hand to her other nipple as her breathing quickened.

She could feel the itching, teasing spike of pleasure drilling its way through her core, down between her legs and up to the roof of her mouth.  Olivia gasped and moaned and swirled her tongue behind her teeth.  Pinching became squeezing.  She pulled, gently, tugging at her nipples until her tiny breasts formed into sharp points.  And then back to her chest, hands against her ribs while twisting her fingers and pulling once more, moaning loudly.

Muscles expanded within her tongue.  It thickened while it squirmed in her mouth and her throat worked as she pulled and squeezed.

"Muhhhhhhhh..." she moaned as a thin spray of milk lanced out until it collided with the water from the shower.  A small orgasm burst suddenly, forcing her to gasp as it traced a lightning-quick path over her spine, raising goosebumps in its path and forcing her to gasp.

Short white hairs emerged around the raised flesh.  A few black hairs joined them and the pattern continued, growing from between her shoulder blades and down, each hair lifting as droplets of water collected on the tips.  They slowed when they reached her lower back until they grew to a narrow peak between her flat cheeks.  Fine, nearly invisible white hairs spread over her ass cheeks.  She grunted and shoved back, grinding her ass against the wall.

The scattered thin blue veins lining her breasts widened when the skin stretched beneath her hands.  Fatty tissue grew over milk ducts and then swelled further when more lobules began to grow.  Olivia moaned and lowered herself to her knees while massaging her aching breasts.  Tiny drops of milk welled from the holes surrounding the tip of her nipples before soaking into her palms.  Her breasts overwhelmed her hands and her nipples responded in turn, flexing and lengthening further.

"Muhh... muhhh... muhhhhh..." Olivia moaned.

Her fingers pressed into her breasts, squeezing and massaging before circling the base of her nipples.  She twisted and pulled before repeating the gesture.  Another orgasm tore through her and she bucked, dropping her right hand to the floor of the tub while curling forward.

Water needled into the short hairs covering her back.  She flexed her hips and shoved, pushing her ass into the edge of the tub.  Rocking back, moaning and milking her left tit while the other dangled and rocked beneath her.  Olivia bowed until her forehead touched the bottom of the tub.  She rubbed her forehead to scratch the itch on her brow while slamming her ass back harder, as if an imaginary partner were pounding into her.

"Muhhhh!" she lowed, raising her head with her thick, fleshy tongue lashing out and brushing the tip of her nose.

She could see it so clearly - soft hands on her hips while a dildo plunged into her.  Held in place by a harness.  Huge.  She'd want it to be huge.  Needed it to be massive.  Until she could see the bulge in her belly and was screaming that it would split her open.

Ligaments stretched in her waist.  Muscles responded, tightening and pulling and relaxing where needed.  Opening her up. She slammed back and her ass rippled as fat formed and her flat cheeks became rounded.  The growth widened her hips.  Another slam and her lightly furred ass quaked with a loud, satisfying 'smack!' that made her gasp.

Milk formed on the smooth expanse of her lower belly until she rocked back, shaking the drops free to fall to the tub.  Another little orgasm tore through her but she could feel a larger one coming, so close.

Olivia leaned back and shoved her right hand between her thighs while her left continued to milk her nipple.  Black and white hairs pricked her fingers as they grew over her crotch.  She spread her knees with her soft, pillowy ass resting against her heels and her hand rubbed frantically against her swollen clit.

Fat spread down from her ass until her thighs expanded.  Creamy white cum, lathered by her furious stroking, ran down her pussy.  Her lips stretched to fit her wider hips, pulled into an elongated figure-eight.

"Muuhhhhh!" Olivia cried out after shoving a finger into her pussy.  A second finger joined and then a third.  She licked her nose and lips and then her pinky finger slipped inside.  Her pussy clenched, crushing her fingers together after yet another orgasm.  Her left hand pulled painfully hard against her breast and a thin jet of milk expressed, splashing through the shower until it hit the far wall.  "MUHHHHHH!"

The sound was strange in her throat, but she couldn't stop making it.  It felt natural and good - a new reflex forced upon her by her changing body.  A second vein appeared low on her belly when the skin pushed outward into a gentle curve.  Four drops of milk appeared briefly before rolling over the slight bump to soak into the thin hair slowly spreading over her waist.

Olivia bent her wrist while folding her thumb into her palm.  She pushed and her pussy sucked her entire hand inside.  Her mouth worked soundlessly while her eyes bulged as she shoved harder and harder to bury her hand up to her wrist.  She wheezed, unable to catch her breath but unwilling to stop fisting herself.

"MMM- MOOOOOOOO!" Olivia lowed when the orgasm finally exploded within.  "MOOOOOHHHhh g- gak-!"

Her pulsing pussy pushed her hand out.  She squirted, spraying while falling back and grunting in pain when the bulge of her tail hit the tub.

Water needled her thighs and crotch and belly as she lay unresponsive, twitching and twisting occasionally from aftershocks.  Milk dribbled steadily from her nipples before slowing and stopping

Olivia blew air through her lips to clear the water from her mouth before raising a trembling hand to scratch her aching face.  She rubbed her palm against her nose in a circle in an attempt to ease the strange burning sensation and it lessened, slightly.  Her hand raised to her forehead to scratch a slight bump on the side of her head.

"Sh- sh- shit," she gasped.  She tried to move, failed, tried again, failed again and then forced herself forward to wash her hair.

Wiry blacks hairs prickled the skin over the bulge on her lower back, centered above her rounded ass cheeks but below her twin dimples.  The hairs lengthened into a small tuft at the very tip of her two-inch long tail as the bones pushed against the skin.  Olivia scratched her belly while kneeling beneath the water.

"Muhhhhhh..." she sighed when she found one of her hidden teats.  Her nails dug into the skin and then flexed and she rocked back, spreading her ass cheeks when she pushed against her heels.  "No, I- I have to- have to get ready."

Black blobs of hair appeared in the midst of the white hairs spreading over her back.  They grew to her shoulders and she reached back to scratch herself briefly before grabbing her shampoo to work into her hair.

Later, after waiting for her conditioner to set in and rinsing it out, Olivia pushed herself up on still weak arms.  Her entire body was sore.  She hissed when a spasm of pain shot through her back, causing a cramp that eased only when she straightened to stand tall.  She turned, stepped over the edge of the tub and stubbed her toes, causing her to tip forward until she grabbed at the nearby sink counter.  Her breasts slapped together but she looked past them to stare at her feet.

Thicks, gnarly nails covered the tips of her toes completely.

"Ewww, what?" she said, frowning as she sat on the edge of the tub.  Her ass flared out beneath her.  She raised her foot while reaching for it and her arms pressed into the soft curves of her breasts.

Her toenails had grown back past the nail beds and forward into dense, bulky clumps unlike anything she'd seen before.  She wiggled her toes and her frown deepened when they barely responded.  They felt stiff and strange and, when she massaged the balls of her feet, she realized she couldn't feel anything.  There was bone immediately beneath the surface of the skin with barely any padding over it.

"What the hell," she said while sliding her fingers down until she touched her arch.  Her foot twitched in response and only then did she exhale, releasing the breath she'd held.

I can't go into work like-

"The fuck?!" she yelled out, interrupting her own thoughts.

Only now did she realize how large her breasts had become.  She looked down in shock, unable to believe what she was seeing until she touched herself.  They bulged away from her chest and to the sides of her still narrow frame.  Worse, her nipples were long enough that they bent near the tips - easily longer and bigger than the first joint of her thumb.

"What the fuck?  What the hell?" she gasped.

Olivia stood and her toes cracked against the floor while her heel bounced against the ground.  She tried to force herself to walk flat-footed but it felt unnatural and left her raising up to her expanded forefeet with her rough toenails tapping against the floor.  She dug into the vanity to find her clippers and emery board before awkwardly walking into her bedroom.

Her breasts swayed against her chest.  Unused to the weight and their presence, they pulled her slightly to one side and then the other while bumping lightly into her arms.  Her thick thighs rubbed together, grinding against her swollen, distended pussy lips.  She shivered and stared at her bed while static filled her head.  The urge to lay down and touch herself nearly distracted her from her goal.

It was getting harder to think straight.

Tiny black and white hairs emerged over the bridge of her nose, just behind her nostrils.  She scratched them and then up once more to the bumps on her head before sitting on the edge of her bed.

Can't come in today.  Sick, she wrote in a text message to her boss.

She cringed at the thought of what the woman would say.  In the five years that she had started working after turning seventeen, Janice was her absolute worst manager.  She was a terror of a woman who combed through timesheets down to the minute, assumed everyone was incompetent and grumbled if you took too long in the bathroom.

Going to urgent care, Olivia added.

Her phone rang immediately but she silenced it and placed it down on her nightstand.

Dressing was a chore.  She struggled into her pants before tossing them aside to step into a black pair of leggings that strained around her ass and hips.  Gray stretch lines appeared on the fabric over her thighs and up to the waistband.  The faint outline of her pussy showed against the seat of her leggings.

"Oh, hell," she cursed when she realized she had no bra that would fit.  She rarely wore them but had a few for different occasions.  The bands wouldn't even touch together.  She sighed, bit her lip, scratched the thick hair on her back and then down to her lower belly

"Muhhhhh...." she said quietly while digging her nails into the hardened, smooth skin.

She settled on one of her few oversized shirts from when she'd gone through a pixie cut phase years ago.  Despite the size, it was tight against her chest and did nothing to hide her breasts or her nipples.  She blushed furiously as she stared at herself in the mirror.

"Well, nothing I can do... about..." her words slowed as she stared at herself.  She raised her hand to touch her hair, marvelling at the thick, luxurious curly blonde strands surrounding her face.  Her hair glowed in the light.  She tugged the ends and they bounced when she let them go.

An absurd thought entered her mind.  Engorged breasts, amazing hair, and nail growth all combined in her mind to leave her laughing at the idea of being pregnant.  She shook her head, reached down to her belly and froze.

Her hand rubbed over the curve of her lower stomach.  She snatched at her shirt, stared down and then pulled a breast to the side to stare while a cold, phantom finger traced a line down her spine.

"That's- that's- that's-" she stuttered.

Impossible.  No fucking way.  No way.  There's just no fucking way, she gibbered internally.

Her phone rang loudly and she screamed while her nostrils flared, widening and widening to match her nose as it was pulled apart until the bridge had doubled in width against her face.  Her tongue lapped out at it while her heart hammered in her chest.

She'd never been with a man.  The thought of being pregnant was ridiculous.  Her brain churned through the fog starting to spread within as her thoughts grew duller.  Her short tail, hidden by her shirt, thrashed, pulling strange new muscles that cramped briefly.

"The doctor- the doctor will know," she said firmly.  "They'll know.  It's something else.  Has to be."

She thumped over to the living room and then snorted and stomped her feet when she realized she couldn't fit them into her shoes.  Olivia went back to her room to sit on her bed with her clippers in hand but the sharp ends wouldn't even fit over the strange bulky nails.  She threw them with an angry shout and her ears twitched beneath her curly hair.  Her emery board was next.  She grinded it against her nails until it wore away the coating.  She turned to the rougher side, sawing it back and forth over the tip of her big toe.  She was barely able to smooth the front of the nail before it flattened the file, leaving it useless.

The thought of going barefoot left her uneasy.  She scratched the dense bulge on her forehead while weighing her options.  Something was wrong with her, she knew that despite her slower thoughts.  Her insurance had the option to do remote visits, but she'd never done one before and her diminishing capacity left her anxious at the idea of trying it.

"I have to go," she said finally.

Her toenails cracked against the floor while she walked.  They had sealed themselves together, creating a rough band across her hidden toes.

I just have to get to my car and then into the clinic, she told herself while grabbing her purse.  Easy.

---

Olivia sat in a chair in the urgent care clinic.  She bent her knees to hide her feet beneath her chair while staring at the floor.  Her ears twitched sporadically.  The rounded tips nearly peeked through her hair and it tickled her when the black hairs covering her ears brushed against her blonde hair.

A young man tried, and failed, to not stare at Olivia's tits from where he sat on the opposite side of the clinic.  He fidgeted, glanced at her and then forced his eyes away.

Her shirt outlined her massive breasts.  Despite normally being four sizes too big for her, the shirt was raised to show her midriff and the smooth expanse of the bulging white udder.  Four small pink patches of skin marred the marble surface.  She had to focus to keep her hand from scratching them.  She'd been unable to resist in her car and the ensuing orgasm had left a wet patch in her leggings that was still visible.

"Olivia?" a nurse asked after opening a side door.

"Oh, that's me," Olivia said.  She blushed and rubbed her broad nose while her ears bent at the side of her head.  The girl wobbled on her feet, still unused to the way she was forced to stand and move with her proto-hooves.  The nurse glanced down at Olivia's feet, up to her stomach and then her chest before looking away.

"We're in room number- number- uh, four," the nurse said after Olivia passed.  The woman stared as Olivia's ass and hips rocked beneath her stretched leggings.

Olivia walked into the room.  She sat on the exam table while the nurse closed the door.

"So, it says here you, whoa, haha, uhh," the nurse stuttered.

Olivia had lifted her shirt over her breasts.  Milk dribbled from the tips of her nipples.

"That, uhhh, isn't necessary, ma'am," the nurse said.  She tried to look away but couldn't.  The patient's breasts were enormous and perfect and the nipples were far too long - she'd never seen anything like it.  The smell of the milk filled the small room.  "You should.  Umm.  Put your shirt.  Back down."

"It wasn't like this," Olivia said, ignoring the nurse.  She touched her breasts and moaned.  They were hard and hot and so very full.  Thick streams of milk spilled from both at her touch.  "I have flat boobies.  Boobs.  Breasts.  Flat breasts.  Yesterday.  They're muhhh- muhhhhhhOOOOOO-"

Olivia hung her head, panting.  Her brain buzzed and she spread her legs.  The motion left a clear streak on the exam paper where she'd soaked through her leggings once more.

The nurse hesitated.  She inhaled and frowned but inhaled again.  And then swallowed.  She walked unsteadily to the stool in the corner of the room to stare at Olivia.  Transfixed.

"Why are they doing that?" the nurse whispered.  She swallowed as Olivia began to massage herself, watching the woman's slim fingers circle the massive breasts.  Olivia slid her hands up to her nipples and squeezed before pulling.

Milk sprayed, splashing the nurse in the face.  She gasped and more milk filled her mouth.  Sweet and thick, coating her tongue.  She swallowed instinctively and then wiped her face in surprise before pulling her hand away to watch the drops slid down her palm.  The woman moaned and pressed her hand to her face to lick herself clean.  When she finished she slid her chair over to Olivia.

"Muuhhhhh! MUHHH! MOOOOOO!" Olivia moaned as the nurse grasped her breast with both hands and shoved her mouth down over Olivia's nipple.  The nurse sucked and swallowed and moaned with a muffled voice while her eyelids fluttered

Olivia grabbed the woman's left arm, guiding her hand between her thighs and then lowing loudly when fingers pressed into the fabric, shoving them against her pussy.

"Wuh- wuh- wait," Olivia said, gripping the woman's wrist while trying to pull her mouth from her nipple.

The pink flesh on her udder bubbled outward into four bumps.  Milk dribbled from their tips as they began to lengthen.

It was wrong.  Olivia pushed the nurse harder, forcing her stool to roll back.  Olivia slid from the table, cracking her hooves against the tile.  Her tail lashed, slapping against her ass.

It was all wrong.

The nurse wiped at the milk covering her chin.  She moaned as she licked her fingers, one at a time and her other hand slid beneath her scrubs.  Olivia stared as the woman's shirt lifted.  As it tightened against her chest and the twin bumps of her nipples widened and dented her top.

"I- I did- did this," Olivia panted.  She walked past the nurse who stood and reached for her.  "I'm sor-"

Belle's words echoed in her mind:  I'm so sorry.

Olivia rushed through the clinic with the nurse following after.

"Ma'am?  Ma'am are you-  Kelly?  Kelly what-" the receptionist started to ask.  "Kelly!"

Olivia turned to see the nurse straddling the man sitting in the corner of the clinic.  The nurse raised her shirt to show breasts bulging over her already large bra.  Milk dripped from her nipples before she pressed them into the man's shocked mouth while grinding down against him.

"Kelly!  What the fuck are you-!"

The words followed Olivia as she ran, stumbling on her broad hooves until she reached her car.  She struggled with the door, trying to remember how to open it.

People whispered as they passed while some whistled and catcalled, but she didn't realize why as her bare breasts bounced against her chest.

"Lady, you're showin' your tits!" someone shouted.

She glanced down, blinked, blinked again and then pulled her shirt down.  A car slowed by the sidewalk.  It was important.  Someone stepped out of the back.  Olivia walked to it while trying to think of why it was important.

Taxi, she finally realized.  It can drive me places.

She slipped into the back and, after two full minutes, finally remembered enough of her address to give the driver a destination.  Her mind was blanking as she made her way slowly up the stairs and she barely closed the door before losing herself completely.

---

Olivia stared at the coffee sitting on the counter.  "Boss Bitch" was emblazoned on the side of the mug.  She could see her reflection in the black surface while steam slowly rose and swirled in the air.  Her hair was even thicker now, and longer.  Even with the new bra she'd purchased a week ago, her nipples pressed hard enough into her blouse to show.  Not for the first time, she told herself she'd need to figure something out to cover them better.

The few things she owned were packed in a van parked just outside her apartment.  She'd debated her next step, but Janice had made up her mind for her when the woman had called to scream at her to come in two hours earlier than her normal shift.  She'd continued screaming when Olivia had showed up and, really, being called a 'dumb bimbo' was the straw that broke the camel's back.  Janice had accused her of taking the week off to get a boob job - only in not so polite words - and that had just sealed the deal for Olivia.

With her back to the door, she lifted her blouse and pulled her bra down.

"Muhhhh..." she said softly, blushing at the sound as her nipple popped free.

She squeezed herself and moaned, bracing herself with her left hand against the counter.  The motion was familiar to her now and she could feel herself growing wet from it.  Could feel the tickling sensation of hair beginning to grow over her back.  Her days had been spent lost in the endless cycle of masturbating until she passed out, waking human once more but unable to resist touching herself, changing as she masturbated and milked herself and then passing out once more after hours of countless orgasms.

Milk dripped from her nipple and then dribbled faster before spraying against the counter when she pinched and pulled her fleshy nipple.  A cramp seized her stomach, but she ignored it as milk filled the coffee cup.

Before she progressed any further, she pulled her bra up and settled her blouse back in place.  Her pussy throbbed, begging to be touched while black and white hairs slowly spread.  She scratched her forehead and then picked up the coffee cup.  There would be time to make it back to her apartment before things went too far.

"Your coffee, Janice?" Olivia said sweetly after entering the woman's office.

"About time," Janice groused while lifting the cup to sip from it.  She pulled it away, and nearly said something before she realized she would be complimenting Olivia if she did.  Instead, she took a larger sip.  "Don't you have forms to fill out?"

"Yes, ma'am," Olivia said while watching Janice tug at the neck of her shirt.

Buttons moved slowly on Janice's chest.  The woman grunted.  She finished her coffee and the mug fell from her hands.

"It's hot in here, isn't it?" Olivia asked.

"I- I told you to muhh-" Janice groaned.

"I'm sorry, what?" Olivia asked with a sly smile.

The buttons pulled against Janice's shirt.  Bumps appeared in the center of the woman's breasts while they expanded.  Olivia stared at the woman's face, watching as brown hairs pierced the woman's dark cheeks.

"Muhhhhh-" Janice tried again.  She swallowed and raised her head to the ceiling.  Tendons stood out on her neck while sweat beaded over the skin.

Buttons popped free.  Her undershirt raised to show pink, smooth skin stretching low on Janice's belly.  The woman spread her legs, reaching one hand up to pinch a thick nipple while the other slipped beneath her skirt.  Her eyes rolled in her head.

"Huh- huh- huhhhh-  MoooOOOOOOO!"

"Help?" Olivia asked.  "Oh, sure, I can do that."

Olivia grinned as she walked out of the office to the wet slapping sounds of Janice plunging fingers into her expanding pussy.

"Douglas?" Olivia asked after stopping by the nearest cubicle.  "Janice needs you in her office."

The man nodded and stood while Olivia walked through the winding maze of desks.  She wondered, briefly, if men were affected in a similar way.  If they were made into bulls or heifers.  Part of her wanted to stay and watch but she didn't want to be anywhere near the chaos when it began to spread.   Still, she shivered at the image of Douglas pounding away with a shrinking cock while breasts began to grow, flopping on his chest until they filled out and a slit appeared between his legs.  Her ears twitched at the faint sound of an orgasmic moo when she stepped through the front doors of the office and out onto the sidewalk.

She knew her night was shot after milking herself in the breakroom.  She would have to go home and masturbate.  Already she could feel her tailbone swirling in her hips.   The changes wouldn't stop until she was too exhausted to move.

Plenty of time, she told herself while scratching her stomach.  I'll be on the other side of the country with a completely different phone number by this time tomorrow.

She drove quickly, picturing Douglas changing into a cow girl and she knew she'd masturbate to the thought, replacing Janice in the fantasy.  Watching her old coworker turn until his cock was nothing but a clit and he was crawling towards her waiting pussy with his curvy hips swaying and his tail lashing.

The fantasy left her mooing softly as she stroked herself while driving.  She'd have to find a partner.  Someone to join her.  A willing woman, despite the fantasies she often had while masturbating - changing an unwilling and unsuspecting girl.  Watching her become insatiable while milk dripped from her nipples and teats.  Watching her tits inflate.

"Her... udder... growing..." Olivia gasped.  Her car swerved slightly.

A willing partner, she repeated to herself while picturing the shocked, blissful face of her imaginary lover changing without knowing what was happening.  God.  But... but...

"Muhhhhhhhhhh..." she lowed and the car bumped over the rumble strips on the side of the road.

Willing.  Partner, she told herself, but the idea waned in the face of her fantasy while milk soaked through her bra and into her shirt.

She woke, the next morning, wrapped in the arms of a ridiculously buxom redheaded woman.

"Well.  Fuck," Olivia groaned as the woman stirred and milk dripped from the tip of her nipples.

"Fuck."