FSE

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Hey guys and girls. It's been a little while since I've updated, but I'm going to try and get on a more regular schedule soon. Here's hoping this is the start of a productive story summer. Constructive critique is always welcome, and I hope you enjoy.

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"*Huff**Huff* O.K., I think I'm safe for now. Totally trapped, but safe."

I leaned against the desk I had shoved against the office door, trying to catch my breath after the near miss I just had outside. The naked cowgirls outside had given up trying to get through the door and decided to wander off or resume their pleasure seeking activities.

Running from the pair of cowgirls I had first encountered(one of them my former boss) hadn't been much of a challenge. The two of them didn't really put up much of a chase while I headed for the stairwell that led down to the garage. If anything, they seemed disappointed I was running from them rather than to them.

Or maybe they were disappointed that their friends on the stairs would get me first. When I hit the second floor and started to turn, a trio of them were waiting on the next set of stairs. Well, waiting might not be the right word. A cowgirl with white fur dotted with black spots and another with black fur dotted with white spots had a blue furred cowgirl sandwiched between them. The blue furred woman was clearly in a state of ecstasy, her head thrown back and mooing hard as the white furred one with black spots drank from her nipple and thrust her fingers deep into her pussy. The third girl was behind the blur furred one, one hand slowly caressing and massaging the breast her inverse-colored partner was drinking from. That's all I managed to see before my feet slid on something wet and slick, and I went sliding down the stairs towards the horny trio.

When I was eight, my parents had an extra floor added onto our home. One of the additions was a staircase with carpeted steps, something I was not used to walking on. Going down them one day, my foot slipped and I went flying down the stairs on my butt. Though I hadn't been really injured, it hurt like hell and I scared the crap out of myself. Ever since then, I've always held onto the railing to steady myself when on stairs.

Yesterday's childhood trauma turned out to be today's lifesaver. As my feet started to slide, my hand tightened on the railing. The girls seemed happy to make their threesome into a foursome, and looked disappointed when I stopped sliding after only a few steps. My arm felt like it almost been wrenched out of its socket catching myself like that, but it was a small price to pay. It took them a little while to disengage from their intimate activities, and I managed to get my feet back under me just in time to avoid their lunging hands.

"No crying over spilt milk, my ass!" With no where else to go, I headed from the door to the second floor, skirting around the white puddle that I had slipped in earlier. This floor was mostly cubicles and offices, not to mention a half dozen more cowgirls. All the exits were blocked, so I dove into the nearest(and thankfully unoccupied)office and locked the door behind me.

"Alright, don't panic. If there's one thing you've learned from horror movies, the ones who panic are first to go, right after the non-believers." I slumped down into the office chair as the initial adrenaline rush started to fade and the reality of what was happening started to set in. This really was like something out of a horror movie, just with a lot less blood and a lot more milk.

Kinda wish I had planned more for the possibility of zombie cows, in hindsight. Sure, all those zombie survival guides and horror movies had me mentally prepared for a battle against the human undead(you'd be a fool NOT to be prepared for the inevitable, after all), but zombie cows? I mean, come on, that's just crazy.

Other than the two walls that separated one office from another and the door, the room was just a big glass box that allowed a full view of what was happening outside the room and the building. The scene outside looked a lot like the one inside, just spread out a little further. Anybody who was still human that I could see was either in the process of joining the herd or would be shortly as they were surrounded by multiple cowgirls.

A moo from right outside bought my attention back to the hallway outside. The blue-furred girl from the stairwell suddenly walked in front of the office, looking confused. She must have lost her partners from earlier, and from the sad look and the way the smallest touch on her breast sent milk dribbling out, she was missing them sorely.

With no help in sight, she decided to take care of her own needs. Sitting on a table, she took one of her breasts in both her hands. She tried her best to bring it as close to her lips as possible, with little success. Rocking back and forth on the table as she tried to get her lips around her spurting nipple, the best she could manage was an occasional lick. Each flick of her tongue sent a little shiver through her and seemed to make her that much more determined to reach her goal.

"You really want that milk, don't you? You certainly have the single-mindedness of a zombie." I said as I rose from the chair and moved toward the window. Keeping the head on my shoulders busy was the only thing I could do at the moment to ignore the head below my waistline.

Still, maybe it wasn't fair to call them zombies. They have some pretty simple needs, sure, and probably wouldn't do too well on an IQ test, but they didn't seem totally brainless. Boss could still talk after he changed, and the girls had been helping each other out, not just attending to their own wants and needs. That brown furred one didn't talk, but she seemed to have a pretty good idea of what she was doing and really wanted me to join her, not just be a careless afterthought to sedate her own needs.

"Let me go! Let me go you stupid cows!"

My attention diverted from the lone girl in front of me to the trio coming down the hall. With all the naked bodies I'd seen the past couple of minutes, the thing that first caught my eye that one of them was still fully clothed, and human to boot. The glasses-wearing, pale skinned girl was being held by her arms and escorted by the spotted girls I'd almost run into on the staircase earlier. Her solid white blouse and black skirt provided an interesting contrast to the more random patches of black and white on the girls at her sides.

"What are you doing?! Why are... hey!" A brief sparkle of hope flickered in her eyes behind those thick frames when she saw me. "Please! Help me! I-I think they want to turn me into one of them!"

"I..." I gripped the desk briefly as if to move it, but stopped and shook my head. "I'm sorry..."

She continued to plead, but it was half hearted at best. There was no way I could rescue her, and I'd only put myself in danger. I felt bad about not trying to help, but it would have been a suicide(mooicide?) mission.

"Mooooo..." Man, she really is persistent. The chocolate brown-furred cowgirl(The name Coco suddenly came to mind for her)I first met stepped into view from down the hall. She smiled as she caught sight of me, only to look disappointed when she saw the desk in front of the door.

"No! No, stop!" Coco smiled as she stepped in front of the struggling human girl, her dark black hair waving wildly as he unsuccessfully tried to break free of her captors. Between being a few inches shorter than Coco and being held, it was easy for Coco to guide the poor girl's head to her nipple.

I half expected a repeat performance of what had happened to Boss as Coco started to massage her own breast, so I was surprised when only after a couple of seconds Coco let the human go. Her captors guided her gently to her knees as she coughed and hacked up milk.

"No! I don't want to be one of you! I don'...AH!" The young woman suddenly clutched at her head as she gasped in shock. Coco knelt down beside her and gently stroked her head while the blue furred girl got back her spotted friends. They each latched onto a nipple and drank eagerly, tails waving back and forth as their hands explored each others body with abandon. "O-Oh God; they're in my head. I-I can hear them in my head!"

"What?! Do you mean they're talking to you telepathically?!"

The woman shook her head in response. Her breaths were coming in short, panicked bursts as she tried to explain what was happening.

"Not with words, no. More like... emotions, feelings..." With each breath, her chest seemed to push against and stretch her shirt a little more. "They don't want to hurt us. They just want to show us how good it feels to be a cowgirl."

Coco nodded her approval to that statement as she slid her hands over the woman's body. She slowly undid each button on her shirt, revealing a white bra that was being pushed to its limits by the softball sized breasts growing within it. Removing the shirt entirely also revealed the golden blond hair around her navel that was slowly creeping its way up her body.

"They make so much milk, they have to constantly drain their breasts. And they don't want it to go to waste, so they give it us or other cowgirls. But it changes people, makes them cowgirls too. It's a cycle that keeps repeating, and growing..." She moaned slightly as she rubbed her hands over her breasts. "Growing..."

If she noticed Coco stripping her nude from the waist down, it didn't show as she continued to caress and squeeze her chest. She stepped in between me and the rapidly less human girl while she tugged and pulled at her skirt. This offered me a good look at Coco's large, round rear and dripping wet pussy as she bent over. If she was letting me know what she had to offer or what I had to look forward to if I got her milk in me, I couldn't be sure.

After tearing off the human's skirt and panties, Coco stepped aside to show me the transforming girl's progress. Her face was still human, but that was about all that was left. Golden blond fur covered her everywhere, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. The color seemed to be spreading to her hair as well, like someone sipping a drink through a straw at a very slow pace. Her bra was barely holding on at this point. Milk was pouring out from her engorged and barely covered nipples, and one big breath would probably put an end to it for good.

"They think it feels good... having big, milked filled breasts. They think it feels good to have wide hips, big butts and sensitive pussies..." The girl(Blondie seemed like a good fit for her now) shook her head furiously, as if to deny those thoughts. "They're wrong. It doesn't feel good..."

Every cowgirl within sight stopped what they were doing when they heard that. Even Coco looked confused as she looked down at Blondie. Was she really hating the change that much?

"It feels... feels... fucking AMAZING!"

Ah. Never mind.

Blondie shed the last of her humanity and her clothes in the same instant. She threw her head back and let out a deep, long moo; the extra pressure caused her bra to break, sending it flying down the hall with a twin stream of milk behind it. Her face pushed out into a muzzle as she mooed, and a small set of white horns were pushing their way over her ears that had lengthened and flattened into a pair of triangular cow ears.

Blondie rose slowly, a little wobbly at first as she got used to her expanded features. After getting her footing, she walked slowly toward the glass that separated us as her blue eyes gazed seductively from behind her glasses.

"You're scared. It's O.K; I was too. But you'll like it a lot once you relax and drink." She pressed herself against the glass in front of me, her breasts firmly sandwiched between her body and the window. "Don't you want a drink?"

"I-I'm good, thanks." I gulped nervously as I backed away from the window, trying hard to stay focused and not stare at her too much. Being surrounded by horny girls with big breasts was like a dream come true, but that didn't necessarily mean I wanted to be one of them. And if this thing keeps spreading and turning everyone into sex crazed cowgirls, it would eventually lead to the extinction of our species.

Let's be honest, though. If you could choose how humans would die out as a species, you could certainly do worse than conversion into full bodied cowgirls.

Coco put her hands on Blondie's shoulder, gently sliding down and tracing the curve of Blondie's breast. Blondie shivered in anticipation of her milking, but it never came. Instead, Coco reached out to the handle on the office and tried to turn it, showing it was locked. After a moment's thought, Blondie motioned down the hall. Coco smiled and gave her a quick squeeze, making Blondie gasp and send a little spurt of milk on the glass in front of her before she made her way down the hall.

"Don't worry. She'll be back soon, with the fire axe." Blondie tried to reassure me when she saw the look of shock on my face. "We know you're scared, and that's O.K. Once we make a hold big enough to unlock and open the door, we'll show you exactly how good it feels, and you won't be scared anymore."

More girls joined Blondie on the windows, filling my sight with a variety of abundant female flesh, fur and milk. Some just leaned against the glass and stared with lustful, needy eyes. Others mooed and squirmed as another cowgirl squeezed and needed their chests, causing their milk running down the glass like a white rainstorm. In seemingly seconds the storm turned into a puddle on the floor, quickly flooding the carpet around their feet.

And unless I came up with something fast, that flood would soon be washing over me.