[Story] You Watch Her TF and Get Fucked By Dildo (Patreon)

You woke up on the cold, dirt floor of the barn, head throbbing, with no memory of how you got there. Elise lay beside you, stirring slowly, her breath uneven as she blinked awake. The last thing you recalled was a vague blur—dinner, maybe, or a quiet evening—then nothing. Now, here you were, sprawled in straw, the air thick with an unfamiliar, earthy tang. Next to Elise’s hand, glinting faintly in the dim light, was a syringe, its needle still wet, the label scratched but legible: "Bovine Mutagen." She saw it too, her hazel eyes widening as she scrambled back, a choked gasp escaping her lips.

It began with a scream—hers, sharp and jagged, tearing through the silence as her body seized. “It hurts! Oh God, it hurts!” she wailed, her hands jerking violently, fingers snapping and fusing into blunt, blackened hooves with a sickening crunch. Her legs buckled, then swelled, muscles bulging grotesquely, ripping her jeans as coarse white fur sprouted in patches, streaked with black. She grew, her frame stretching upward and outward, bones grinding as her spine twisted and popped. Her screams turned raw, choking with pain, as her face warped—her nose flattening into a broad, pink snout, slick and quivering, her lips stretching over blunt teeth. Her brown hair stayed, wild and tangled, cascading over her thickening neck as her hazel eyes, wide with terror, locked onto yours, pleading through the agony. Her voice broke into shuddering moos, each one a fractured cry.

She loomed now, a towering cow-beast, her pink snout snuffling the air, dripping with sweat, her brown hair matted against her furred shoulders. You stumbled back, chest tight, as a mechanical whirring ramped up. In the dimness, a machine hulked—its piston arm topped with a massive, glistening dildo. It thrummed with an eager pulse, alive and waiting.

Elise’s head turned, her pink snout twitching. Her hooves scraped the dirt, and despite the trembling in her swollen frame, she moved—slow, deliberate, drawn to it.

“Elise, stop!” you shouted, but your voice seemed to vanish into the air.

She backed into the machine, her tail flicking, brown hair swaying as the piston surged. The dildo plunged into her swollen asshole with a wet, brutal smack, stretching her grotesquely, and her moo deepened into a shuddering groan. Her body quaked, fur rippling, hair whipping as the contraption hammered relentlessly. Her pink snout flared, nostrils wide, as her hazel eyes glassed over. Her bellows built, peaking in a guttural, ecstatic roar, until she convulsed, drooling—her body seizing as she squirted, a violent spray of fluid hitting the straw, her orgasm shaking the ground. She collapsed into the muck with a final, earth-shaking moo, steam rising from her heaving form, eyes half-open—empty, yet sated.