Abduction (Cow TF) (Patreon)

Hehe…been a minute since I’ve thought about star rail. I figured I’d show some love to Kafka. Enjoy!

Kafka’s eyes fluttered open to the cool blue glow of alien screens and the low, steady hum of machines.

A soft, helpless sound left her throat before she could stop it.

“Mmnhuh … w-what…? what have you done to me…?”

Her arms ended in dark cloven hooves that scraped uselessly against the metal restraints. Soft brown-and-white fur already covered her limbs. Two small black horns pressed out from her hair, and when she tried to speak again her lips felt strange. A sudden heaviness at the end of her face made her jump. She had a snout! A sensitive pink snout, like some kind of cattle! Below, her breasts hung from her chest, heavy and swollen, sealed inside clear milking tubes that pulsed with relentless suction.

Shlurp… shlurp… shlurp…

Warm milk spurted in thick white streams with every pull.

“MmmOhh—! N-no, take them off… this is… this is so humiliating…!” Kafka’s voice cracked, the usual velvet calm shattered by real panic. Her face burned hot. She tried to twist away, but the tubes only tightened, drawing harder. “I’m not… mmm mmooo… I’m not some livestock for you to milk… stop looking at me like that…”

Another strong suck made her hips jerk. That was when she felt it—pressure blooming at the base of her spine, low and heavy. Her rear was swelling. Soft fur spread across the growing curves as her once-elegant hips pushed outward, rounding fuller and heavier by the second. The new weight of her expanding ass made the restraints creak. Her tail flicked hard, and a soft, embarrassing trickle slipped from the sensitive flesh between her trembling thighs. Even the tight little ring farther back twitched helplessly with each pull of the machines.

“A-ah… my… my ass is… getting bigger…? Moo… why is it expanding like this…?”

The aliens paid no attention. The milking only intensified. Milk flowed faster, the wet rhythm filling the quiet lab. Kafka’s breath hitched; her back arched despite herself as her ass continued to plump outward, soft and heavy, the spotted fur now stretching tight over the new, rounded shape.

“Moo… this body isn’t mine anymore… it’s too sensitive… every pull makes me… nnnh… and down there keeps reacting… while my rear just keeps growing…!”

She squeezed her eyes shut, ears burning with shame, yet her hips still rocked weakly into the next shlurp. The heat between her legs only grew worse—that soft hidden place and the shy little entrance behind it both fluttering with unwanted need—while the expanding weight of her ass made every small movement feel more obvious, more exposed.

“Please… moo… don’t take any more… I can’t… I can’t keep quiet if you keep… a-ah… making me this big and… mooing like this…”

Her voice dissolved into another long, helpless mooo~ that she couldn’t swallow back. The machines kept working, milk spilling steadily from her udders, while her transformed rear settled into its new, heavy shape—full, soft, and impossible to ignore—leaving Kafka trembling, flushed, and still helplessly aroused as the aliens continued their work without mercy.