[Story] Roommates Transform into Thick, Horny Cows (Patreon)

Cassie staggered into the living room, clutching at her hoodie. It clung uncomfortably to her, seams groaning around her hips and shoulders. She could feel it—her body changing by the second. She wasn’t just bloated or sick. She was growing. Swelling. Shifting.

“Mel?” she called out, her voice thick, warbling at the edges.

Mel was on the couch, arms wrapped around her bare stomach. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor—what was left of them. Her tank top had shredded down the side, and her shorts lay in tatters. She was bigger now. Her thighs splayed out wide, her belly soft and round, rising and falling with every breath. A faint sheen of sweat clung to her skin, glistening over patches of cream-and-black fur.

Cassie took one step closer and felt her leggings split down the back. She froze, gasping. Her calves were huge. Her feet were—hooves. The sound they made on the hardwood floor was dull and wrong.

“What the fuck,” Cassie whispered. “What is happening to us?”

Mel looked up at her with glassy, distant eyes. Her nose had pushed outward into a thick, blunted snout. Her lips were glossy and wide, parting slightly as she breathed through flared nostrils.

Cassie whimpered, hands fumbling at her hoodie. The collar was strangling her now. She yanked it over her head and let it drop, baring her chest. Her bra had already snapped—useless against the weight swelling beneath it. Her skin was warm, flushed. She wasn’t furry like Mel yet but she knew it would come.

She fell to her knees beside Mel. The two of them reached for each other instinctively, bodies colliding with soft thuds and gasps. Their bellies pressed together, yielding and heavy. Their thighs spread wide, melting into one another as they clung tightly, skin to fur, curve to curve.

“I’m scared,” Cassie breathed. But even as she said it, the words were losing meaning.

Mel nuzzled her. Their snouts bumped—soft, wet, foreign. “Me too… but also… not.”

Cassie’s eyes fluttered. Her mind was dimming, slower now, like sinking into warm milk. Mel’s breath was hot against her cheek, heavy and animal. The scent of her was overwhelming.

Their tongues met, thick and blunt, curling lazily together. Cassie moaned into the kiss, her fingers clutching Mel’s wide hips. Her body pulsed with need.

Mel’s hand, clumsy with thickening fingers, slid down Cassie’s side, grazing the curve of her softening waist. Her touch was rough, urgent, nails scraping lightly as they began to harden into hooves. She found Cassie’s pussy, warm and slick, and pressed a finger inside, slow at first, then deeper. Cassie gasped, her head tilting back, a low moo escaping her lips as her body arched into Mel’s touch.

Cassie’s own hand mirrored Mel’s, fumbling but driven by instinct. Her fingers, growing stubbier, pushed between Mel’s thighs. Mel shuddered, her breath hitching into a deep, throaty bellow as Cassie worked her fingers in, matching Mel’s rhythm. Their movements were sloppy, desperate, their changing bodies making every sensation heavier, more primal.

They slumped into each other, tangled and massive, two growing cows in the shape of girls. Their bodies heaved with every breath, slick with sweat and warmth, their massive breasts pressing against each other. 
Mel’s snout nudged Cassie’s neck, her tongue lapping at the sweat there, while her fingers curled inside Cassie, drawing out another trembling moo. Cassie’s fingers pressed harder, deeper, her own moans blending with Mel’s as their bodies shook, caught in a haze of pleasure and instinct.

The apartment filled with their sounds: wet, unrestrained, animal. Mooing. Gasping. Panting. Moaning. Their forms continued to shift, fur spreading, limbs thickening, but their hands stayed locked in place, fingers moving with relentless need as they surrendered to each other and the beasts they were becoming.