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(Fx3 TF Cow hybrid, pig, deer, rabbit)

Monica and Avery were a cute couple- Avery a woman with a flat chest but wide hips. Eyes are sky blue and brown hair cut into a bob. She had always secretly eyed up the chests of other women- originally out of jealousy of never getting her own boobs but it developed into a fetish. And that is how she met Monica. Very tall for a woman, Monica spends a lot of time outside so her normally peach toned skin is more often than not tanned to a soft brown instead. Her E cup melons cast their shadow over Avery, who just adores looking up at them.

Well it just so happens Monica inherited a ranch from her folks and tends a herd of big-titted beasts of her own. When their dating got serious- Avery moved onto the cow ranch with her. And that is where this incident in particular happened. An old friend of Monica came seeking the ranch for a gene-splicing project she had been working on. Rael is an alchemist, and seeking to better understand genetics by experimenting on pre-existing ones. But just splicing genes for the sake of it seems rather cruel to whoever she chose as the test subject. So she chose Monica's ranch to work on the genes of her cows to improve them as livestock. Monica of course only greenlit the tests for the most sickly of the herd.

For a while things just went on as usual- Rael was cooped up in the barn mostly, examining gene samples under a microscope to test results on a smaller scale while she worked on her potions before actually testing anything. Monica did all the heavy chores around the ranch while Avery did the less physically intensive ones. Monica would stop and tease her every now and then, knowing how easily riled up she is.

Rael is a tiny woman- short compared to Avery, tiny compared to Monica. Long brown hair that is all over the place. Her face is utterly hidden behind thick glasses that look four times too big for her face. The lenses on them is so thick you'd think she stole the lens of a telescope. A normal person could see the surface of the moon with those glasses. Her teeth hidden behind braces, and her body hidden in a sweater many times too big for her- especially in the sleeves. As a sort of temporary guest room- Monica set up a room in the loft of the barn itself. Though obviously if she needs to use the bathroom- she has to go into the main house still.

All was fine and well till one day, Rael had gone into town again needing more chemicals for her experiments, so Monica and Avery were left alone again for the day. Avery had just finished milking the cows so her fingers were getting a bit cramped. She stood there clenching and unclenching her hands trying to loosen them up again. Monica snuck up behind her.

"Boo!"

Avery just smiled before turning. "That would work better if your footsteps weren't so loud in those boots."

"Aw, that ain't no fun." She nodded toward her hands with a grin. "Know what will help with that?"

"Hmm?"

Monica gently took her hands, before pressing them into her huge breasts through her suspenders and thin top. "Don't have to milk me, so you can just enjoy them."

"Ooh~! Rael is gone for the afternoon too."

Avery pushed against Monica and the taller woman slowly backed up into some hay bales. She reached up and unfastened the straps of her suspenders and let them fall away- her nipples outlined in the thin top underneath. It is white so her sweat caused it to be semi translucent in three patches- one of which over the cleavage of her breasts. She rarely wears a bra- since her suspenders kinda help hold them in place already anyway. Avery quickly slipped her hands up under the shirt, wedged between cloth and boob, sharing some of the built-up heat her hands were filled with from handling all the cow titties. Monica's breath smelled of mint- she usually shews a mint leaf idly while she works, the wild mint grows at the edges of the fields.

"Woah there, not looking for any foreplay today, huh?"

"Been holding back since Rael been around; Avery thirsty!"

She flipped the shirt up to latch onto a dark brown nipple, but her flicking the shirt up suddenly caused Monica to trip over the hay bale behind her, flopping onto her back! Avery was leaned into her, shoving her hands deep into the smooth, rubbery tit flesh so when Monica fell- so did she. She tried to catch herself so she did not crush Monica, but that caused her to fall over her lover- stopping only when the top of her head hit the side wall with a thud.

"Ow..." There was the sound of clinking glass a moment before several potions fell off the shelf over them and broke on Avery's back, splashing down onto Monica under her as well. "Eeew, what is it?!"

She quickly stood up trying to look at it- but realizing quickly that it is on her back, and it's impossible to look at your own back. She just shrugged it off and removed her top, throwing it to the barn floor. Avery does not wear a bra either- because, well, her breasts are A cups; they don't need support.

Monica started to toss her own clothing completely off. The potion had no smell, but inhaling it made their noses tingle. "I hope Rael is getting a lot of supplies. She is going to be pissed."

"Well, she shouldn't have left them out and about like that."

"Well, I ain't got a lot o' room in the barn for alchemy, admittedly."

Avery's nipples went immediately stiff- so stiff in fact that they tingled from blood pressure. Heart speeding up, chest heating up- she climbed up onto Monica again over the hay bales. She pressed her own bare chest into Monica's; jousting nipples together as they kiss. Monica felt almost feverishly hot. Avery's nipples jut into her so firmly! Monica's E cups starting to firm up, sitting higher on her chest in spite of their lack of containment, getting rounder, fatter.

They break off their kiss and Avery went to grab onto the huge melons, when she caught sight of her own breasts in her peripheral vision! She gasps which also gets Monica's attention to her breasts as well. They are chubby! B cups- they have grown! Avery started to frantically fondle her own breasts now, tugging on the overly perky candy pink nipples. Rounder bubble of flesh, starting to fold over her chest very slightly at the bottoms, taking a tear-drop shape as they swell to C cups!

Monica crawls onto all fours to get a better look and grab them herself but grunts, rubbing her own breasts. "Something is... different about mine too."

They did not seem bigger- but they also did not sit the same, and they feel a lot heavier and taut... a feeling of being overfull. Like the mental itch of a full bladder demanding you empty it. Avery continued to massage her own breasts, but gawked at Monica's in awe. The dark brown nipples are fat, the areola starting to look puffy. Her skin slowly becomes... shinier? It is pulling so taut the pores on their surface are temporarily getting flattened out by internal pressure! Her golden tanned titties become glossy smooth!

"Too... tight, nnngh."

She arches her back, sitting up on her knees and grabs the sides of both boobs, squeezing. She lets out a sharp moan without meaning to as the pressure focuses and rushes forward suddenly! It was the wonderful feeling of scratching an itch. The rush of fluid past her skin. Beads of white appeared all around her areola as a stream erupted from the end of her widened nipple! She isn't just lactating- she is lactating HARD. The hot milk tickles the inside of the pressurized nipple, touching her in a place nothing else can. Fondling them is a very mild pleasure, but the feeling of erupting from them is amazing!

Avery slowed down pawing at her own tits in awe. "Looks like you DO need to be milked after all..."

"It... feels so good to get out." She grabbed herself closer to the base of her tits to shove the mass forward- but Avery swatted her hands away to replace them with her own.

Avery latched onto one nipple with her deep pink lips and tugged the spare nipple with her hand. Monica's breasts reduced in weight considerably and the skin started to relax. The jets of milk turned to streams, turned to a trickle, before Avery finally fully milked her. She... sort of wanted more. Just to feel the rush of fluid through her achingly tight nipples again.

Wet with spilled potion and milk- the two shift into a 69 to eat each other out on the hay bale. Face pressed into the blushing pussies while they fondle their own enhanced assets. After they climax and get cleaned up, they joke to one another that Rael's potions are a success; they certainly enhanced mammaries. Little did either of them realize at the time that... that isn't what Rael was working on. Cows already have big tits by default, that isn't what the potion is supposed to do.

Monica went upstairs to nap for a while, having been drained from the milk explosion. Avery went to work on dinner. Rael was still out, but would be back for dinner. She just went into town to get some supplies- but the drive into town itself is at least an hour.

Avery just put panties on and a loose shirt- didn't bother to get dressed beyond that, and the outfit she had been wearing was in the laundry now obviously. She kept glancing down at her breasts. She is real pleased she finally has tits of her own but... her nipples never went down. They are still very erect. She is not used to having breasts down there at all, so she is paranoid they have grown again, and keeps reaching up to touch them, which makes her coo as she reminds herself how stiff her nipples are. The mildly itchy tension lived in her chest for so long it felt like it was spreading almost. She reaches up to run her hand up her boobs from the bottom up but pauses, jerking her hand at the feeling of something stiff. Avery pats her chest a moment with eyes wide before abandoning the stove to dart to the nearest mirror- in the hallway. She pulls up her shirt and stands on her tip-toes so her chest is in the reflection. Yea... sure enough- there is four of them.

Avery's average C cups have swollen into big round Ds! More distressingly though- she has four nipples. Only two breasts, but four nipple and areola. Areola just as puffy and nipples just as big and erect as the ones on her breast now stand on the lower portion of her chest off by their lonesome. Cows have four sets of mammaries after all, not two.

She dashed down the hall and burst into the bedroom to tell Monica in a panic, but paused at how deeply in sleep she looked. She has been tossing around in her sleep, which is common for Monica- and knocked most of the sheets off the bed. She put on fresh panties and nothing else, so her giant melons are just out and about. Avery scrunches her brow in concentration trying to see clearly in the dimly lit room- the only light what sunlight can filter in through the drawn curtain. She did not want to immediately panic but... is that a second set on Monica too?

Monica is half on her back and half turned to the side- so one tit is resting on the bed beside her and the other is resting on top of the other boob. But below those huge E cup melons is a pair of C cups!! Monica not only has a second set of nipples- she has a full second set of boobs too! Avery went to nudge her awake but got lost in the sight mid-thought and instead of shaking her awake; just grabbed the top right boob and the bottom left and rolled her fully onto her back so all four breasts divided to her sides.

Monica moaned softly, waking up slowly to the feeling of Avery kneading her tit flesh like baker's dough. Her eyes were already open for half a minute before her brain woke up enough to register something was wrong- one of Avery's hands was too low to be able to touch her boob, yet she still felt it on her breast!

Monica sat up abruptly, startled, grabbing at herself as Avery backs away, blushing timidly. Monica's top breasts sit high now in spite of their weight; the bottom breasts support them, wedged between the top breasts and her torso.

"Wah-w-what..? Four?!" Avery lifted her shirt for a moment to flash her own set- not quite as badly mutated, but still obviously not normal. "Is Rael home yet?!"

They both froze for a second- hearing the front door open. "Well, she is now."

Avery darted off to tell Rael what happened while Monica puts a bit more clothes on, though ends up pausing for some time to prod herself in the mirror. Her new breasts are more pale than the originals- the new flesh doesn't have the tan her current flesh does, so it diffused the golden color to a mix between her tanned gold and base peach.

Rael went wide-eyed when Avery explained herself, trying to grab for her shirt but Avery backed up. "Well, I am going to need to observe the changes..."

"F-fine..." She lifted her shirt. "Do you have a cure? Or are you going to have to make one?"

Rael leaned forward, nudging her giant glasses up the bridge of her nose with a small smile, but her expression turned more annoyed as she looks back at Avery's face. "Why would I have a CURE? It wasn't a problem till you made it one. Heck the potions aren't even really done- I haven't run all the trials I would have liked on them, which is why I never gave any to the actual cows yet."

Avery groaned. "How long will it take to make one?"

"I have no idea! I never made one before, that is why this is all a test. A test you were not supposed to be involved in!"

"Can't you just like... take a sample of my human genes and replace your modified code with the original?"

Rael lowered her brows. "You're already contaminated."

"Take a sample from yourself."

"That would turn you into me, not you! Look- leave the alchemical theories to me. You just..." She shrugged. "Try to act normal and uh... don't interact with anyone else for a while. I will try to work as fast as I can without getting careless. No promises on time frame though; I have no data to base an estimate on."

Rael vanished into the barn for the rest of the night and into the next day- the lights of the barn never turned off through the night so she did not even go to sleep. More for curiosity than in any sort of panic to save the other two women. Their taking the potions jump-started her research, causing it to progress faster than she would normally be comfortable with. But data is data- she didn't intend to get it from a human but she will make due.

The change was gradual now, but both women could feel their assets slowly expanding still. Late that first night they sat together watching TV, and Avery flopped into Monica's lap. As Monica got tired and slouched over a bit more- her fattening breasts lowered enough that Avery playfully latched onto a lower nipple- but was surprised when it produced milk! Oh, both sets lactate, huh? Monica filled gradually enough that even she did not notice how heavy and full she had gotten again, till she cooed in pleasure at the feeling of the rush of fluid jetting into her lover's mouth. She had eaten a massive portion at dinner because her body craved more materials to make milk with. But that also means that the calories did not settle in her body- they converted to milk, which means they landed in Avery.

Avery slowly nursed at one boob, then the other- gradually draining all four over the course of the night. She felt so full her stomach cramped when she bent her torso to get up again. She wasn't even drinking because she was hungry- it was just hot being able to drink from her lover's tits, and suckling at the big nipple was fun. So she ignored her stomach groaning that it was too full and just kept drinking till Monica was completely empty. By the time they went to sleep that night- Monica's second pair had upgraded to D cups, and Avery then had two Ds and two Cs. Her formerly breastless bottom set of nipples now had their own fat, jiggly hills.

They had both been up late watching movies that night so they both groaned at Rael knocking loudly on their bedroom door. "C'mon guys, wake up!"

Avery just rolled over and buried her head under a pillow. Monica furrowed her brow and lifted her head toward the door without actually opening her eyes. "It is too early."

"...it is almost 1pm."

"I stand by what I said."

"But I am mutating now!"

Avery tossed the pillow out of the way and hopped to her feet so quickly she took half the sheets with her. "I'M UP!"

She darted to the door and opened it but after gawking at Rael's chest for a moment, her brows lowered and her expression looked tired again. "They don't look any different."

Rael crossed her arms over her C cups. "Did you just get up because you thought I would have bigger boobs?" She sighed. "My lower back muscles are squirming... something is definitely up. Did you guys actually clean up the spill from earlier?"

"Yea, none of it really got on the floor, it landed on me, and then spilled off onto Monica."

Monica slowly approached her from behind, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Actually one hit me directly in the forehead. The hay took the rest of it."

"You left it in the hay?!"

Avery shrugged. "Can't clean it off the hay- its dry, it just absorbed the potion."

Rael slapped her forehead. "Well at least I know it hasn't somehow mutated to become an airborne pathogen. It also means I am transforming too."

Monica shrugged. "You are working on a cure anyway."

Rael sighed and groaned at the same time. "But that means I am on a very limited timer. If I fully transform before I can make the cure- then none of us get cured in the first place, because a cow can't do alchemy!"

It also means Rael could potentially transform even faster than the other two- because she was openly exposed to it longer. She has been using those hay bales as a seat, which means she has been unknowingly sitting in the potion.

Rael went to walk away but put a hand on her lower back, arched forward and stumbled a bit- needing her other hand to steady herself against the wall.

"Aaack, s-s-something... is coming. Can't fight it..."

The muscles in her lower back squirm downward and with several dull *clunk*s her spine extended ever so slightly. A chubby little cone from her tail bone, then a fat, short tube. She twisted herself around trying to look at it but then cried out again and arched her back a second time. A shiver ran through her body from a prickly feeling over the new nub-like a limb slowly waking up after having poor circulation for too long. White fur quickly blossomed on it, turning into a softball sized pom-pom!

"Ah, a... rabbit tail."

Monica furrowed her brows- her brain struggling to wake up enough to figure out why the hell she would have a rabbit tail. "Your research is on cows- how the heck did you grow a rabbit tail?"

"I don't know how to make working genes from scratch! If I knew that, I would have skipped to assembling a homunculi. I am enhancing the cows by blending existing traits from other creatures into them. Rabbits are prolific at reproduction, so, they were one of the species I used the genes of."

"Wait, so we could have other animals in us?"

Rael chuckled as she steadied herself to wander back to the barn to continue her research. "If you are lucky. Aloe was also one of the gene samples I used, so you could end up part plant if you're really unlucky."

The next change noticed was Avery cleaning herself up to help wake up fully. Her stomach stuck out a bit, which reminded her how much milk she ate last night but... she doesn't feel full anymore, so it is not like she is stuffed full. On one hand she was worried it is another mutation but also did not want to run to Rael to confirm it because that will only slow her research into a cure. She plays with her breasts a bit in the mirror which cheers her up. She wonders if Avery can 'cure' one pair, but leave the other? She wants the boobs- she just doesn't want two separate pairs of them.

Her eyes furrow as she stands up on her tip-toes and her fingers pause below her breasts, touching two firm spots on her skin. The skin starting to take a candy pink tone. Uh oh. That looks a lot like another set of nipples forming and cows don't have more than four; so that is something not-cow.

Monica tried her best to do her usual chores, but by now her breasts have swelled even fatter! All four are E cups! Her dark areola pop out into half-spheres of their own and her nipples are huge now! Milk reservoirs have formed inside her areola, and the normally spongy texture of her nipple flesh is smoother- all the ducts converge into a single tract. Less like human nipples- more like cow teats. At least unlike Avery- she still only has four. But every time she tries to reach forward to grab something she has to shove her boobs aside! Holding her arms straight forward puts her upper arms through her side-cleavage between the two sets of tits, pushing the top ones up and the bottom ones down to make room. That makes her chores real troublesome.

Normally Avery is the horny one, but now Monica is unintentionally turning herself on because she can't really move at all without jostling her boobs around. She could not fit into her suspenders at all, and her shirt is filled to capacity; the lower third of her bottom boobs are exposed from under her shirt, and that is already compressing them as far as she can, partially billowing out her stretched collar at the top. The skin on her forehead felt tight, and by the time she reached up to massage her temples there was two bubbles over them! Hard knobs under the skin... the start of horns? Typically cows do not have horns; bulls do. But that depends on breed- there definitely are cows that have horns. The cows at the ranch here are the destination for the potion- their own genes were not used IN the potion; so what breed of cows Rael used is anyone's guess.

Monica started to breath heavier from simpler tasks. Leaning further over. Breasts getting heavier and heavier. She could have sworn she heard a quiet *gloop* sound from them when turning around quickly. Milk... a lot of it. It is no use... she cannot do her chores normally like this, and she also needs to empty out. With a sigh of defeat, she just turns back to the house to get Avery to help empty her out. She could technically milk herself but it would be awkward and Avery might as well enjoy the milk.

On her way back to the house she groans and kicks the ground with her toes, then heels. Something is wrong- boots don't fit properly. Are her feet getting bigger? She pauses for several moments before realizing it's getting worse- it is growing right NOW. She crouches down to undo her boots but the pressure is rising too quickly. Toes shoving into the ends of her boots, but she feels it more in her foot than her actual toes- as if they have gone numb on the ends? She gets one untied but then when she goes to pull it off, realizes it's already too tight! Her toes shove into the front, which crams her heel into the back of the boot too tightly to remove it! She tugs so hard she knocks herself onto her ass, and only then realizes her tail bone is chubbier and longer- by squashing it under her against the ground unintentionally.

"Aaah, too much, too fast, got t-to-ooh--ooou-!" She tightly closed her lips at the almost lowing-like sound that came from her mouth.

Oh gosh- the sound coming from her feet! It doesn't hurt really, it is just a dull ache in half-second long bursts, but it SOUNDS like it should be painful. Her feet are letting off a rapid-fire series of cracks and muffled pops like her foot is being broken repeatedly. Then the dry, duller sound of popping threads. The front of her shoes start to tear open, releasing a small cloud of dust off the front. She squirms and flexes her feet as much as they can, trying to find some formation that will let her pull them out of the boot, but it's no use. They are emerging from her boots- just not the way she wants them to.

She groans louder, face scrunched up- mostly just because she is afraid of something flying into her eyes when her boots fucking explode. The fabric portion and the rubber bottoms tore apart first, opening the fronts far enough that her feet, or... what used to be her feet emerge finally, one foot and then the other. Ironically that releases the pressure on her heel- which means she can now slip out of the boot normally, after it is too late to save the boot. Her big toe nothing more than a lump on the side of her foot, her middle two toes now huge and the nails charcoal grey- near black- and triangular shaped slabs! The outer two toes now folding back as the bones of her feet continue to crunch and click, growing together, fusing into a cannon bone! Once their shape is mostly correct- her shins start to shorten a bit, feeding the extra mass into the cannon bones to make them even longer. Furless ungulate legs. But the hooves are rather dainty, not broad like a cow's should be. Though, that could just be because the genes are not complete.

The transformation seemed to stop- Monica waited a good minute before even attempting to get up. She slid the boots down over the hooves and then just kicked her legs to knock them the rest of the way off- her legs are now longer than the reach of her arms, even while partially bent. She rubbed the spot her large toe vanished into- it didn't really feel like anything when they regressed. Unlike her feet stretching into hooves- the extra toe fading away had no clicking bone, stretching skin or expanding muscle to indicate that it was leaving, it just vanished. The skin where it used to be still feels the same- like she is touching her toe, without the toe actually being there. The muscle that used to control it is now blended into another- so trying to move that toe results in another muscle entirely tensing, causing one of her primary hoof segments to bend down slightly.

What was the flat of her foot is now a cannon bone and not meant to be stood on. Monica now awkwardly gets up onto her hooves- which are essentially her toenails, her heels far off the ground in this stance. Her pant legs are also now not even close to long enough. Her shins are a bit shorter, but the pant legs still only partially cover the length of her cannon bones. Boots are scrap, so she did not even pick them up again, just ditch them to the yard for now. Monica just wants to get inside without falling over a dozen times trying to balance on these new legs. They are plenty sturdy- but dainty little hooves make for a much narrower surface to balance on than she is used to.

Avery almost dropped her coffee mug on the floor when she seen- and heard- Monica clopping into the room. New hooves clack against the tile floor of the kitchen at the front of the house. Monica could barely get out that she needed a milking before Avery was already on top of her, nudging her back onto the couch so she could climb on top and just burry her face in a fat titty. Even just poking the breast inward slightly was enough to cause the areola to sweat some stray beads of milk so her shirt ended up eating the first few drops- leaking a bit in order for Avery to shimmy it around enough to finally pop the boobs out. So full that it fires out in strong jets from Avery's actual lips sucking on the huge nipples. Thanks to her teats being bovine in structure- the jets are concentrated streams straight forward with almost no divergence. The hot flow feeling heavenly against the tight teat. Monica blushes, watching her teats flop separately from her breasts as she squirms.

Each boob holds a lot of milk, so like the other night- milking Monica was not a fast or easy job, it took essentially the entire afternoon and Avery drank it all. Her tummy starting to develop a soft fold across the middle as it gets a bit pudgier. Her thighs thicken, then her whole legs and her arms get a bit chubby. Monica did not notice and Avery was too comfortable and hungry for more milk that she did not react at all- but her breasts were changing again. Her second set oddly now E cups, making them a size larger than the originals which have stalled at D. The third set gained A cup slopes, but as she continued to drink more and more, they turned to Bs, Cs, then fat Ds before she ran out of milk to drink. Another four stiff dots of pink flesh appear on her- two on her lower midriff and two on her upper crotch. More breasts-to-be? That would make ten total- that is a lot more than any cow should have.

What Monica did notice of herself, is her horns threatening to grow bigger. As she relaxed with the sensation of erupting milk into Avery; she felt the skin tighten over the bone nubs, she then tensed up in alert and the skin then relaxed. As she relaxed- it happened again. She wants to relax but every time she does the horns threaten to grow again. Her tension was hindering the change, but that is temporary at best. At some point she is going to have to relax to sleep, and even if she didn't- her body will get used to her level of stress and the change will happen regardless. So it is possible to fight the changes... it is just an uphill battle you are doomed to eventually lose. Monica couldn't really help it- the feeling of it progressing puts her on edge anyway just on reflex. But she started to slip. It felt too good being milked and too bad being stressed, so her reflexive resistance waned.

The horns swelled bigger, stuttered at first but gradually their progression smoothed as Monica's resistance fell. The horns also become more pointed the further they stretched. Her skin turned ghostly pale as it stretched- her body cut the flow of blood to those spots so the nerve endings recede. By the time the horns become both large and sharp enough to rupture the skin- there is no blood there to bleed, and Monica cannot feel the skin being pierced directly; she can only feel the sudden movement in the rest of her face that still has feeling as the tension suddenly releases. The bizarre feeling of bone stretching from her skull- the subtle feeling of it sliding through the surrounding skin as they get longer and larger. Monica does not realize the divergence there. Horns aren't supposed to contain bone- they are made of keratin, not bone.

They grow at a diagonal slant- forward and up. They grow out at first, then make a lazy arch inward, then back out at the very tips. They grow so large that once completed, the base completely covers the entire area of her skull that was her temples, protecting the former soft-spot. The horns themselves do not have enough feeling in them for her to notice that they were also mutating as they grew. In crescent shaped arcs are six tines along the side of each horn, shorter and curving less with each set further from the base! They are a fusion of horns and antlers at the same time!

But while those two cuddled and eventually fell asleep on the couch- Rael was having her own problems in the barn. After only a while the glanced back at her tail and did a double-take; it had grown even larger! Or... the fur did anyway. The flesh and blood tail was still no more than a nub- but the fur now made the fluffy pom-pom the size of a soccer ball! She flicked her ears back to draw her glasses back up the bridge of her nose- then froze in surprise when she remembered that shouldn't be something she is able to do! She rummaged through her things for a moment to find a hand-mirror to look at herself and immediately groaned. Ears are long and narrow- limited mobility, starting to turn into the ears of a rabbit!

It certainly made it hard to concentrate on anything when anything brushing against her body makes her jump, thinking something more was changing. By late in the afternoon, a new feeling gradually came over her hips- subtle but prominent. It was like an intense feeling of anticipation in the muscles of her hips opposed to any direct sensations. She felt them and the muscles seemed a bit puffy, but no actual changes for some time. But it slowly built in intensity, making it impossible to ignore. By the time she stood up from her desk to get a better look at herself again, the bones of her hips started to click and groan like tree bark, muffled under the skin. Rael groaned along with it, holding her hips with her face scrunched up till they let out a sudden loud crack!

She was bent over to hold her hips, so as soon as they cracked it startled her into falling face-first into the barn floor! Her hips expanded huge, but then without her doing anything the muscles in her legs started to flex!

"Ooooh, why did I have to get such a concentrated dose right to my ass?!"

Her thigh muscles started to bulk up, then her glutes, making her butt bigger and rounder to go with her hips! Her fluff ball tail twitched wildly over her rump. Rael started to get up, but her upper leg muscles flexing and twitching made it hard to control her legs- her swelling thigh meat jiggling from all the movement. She tried to get up, but when she pushed against the ground with her feet to get up, her body shuddered and lost strength from the sensation from another change- her feet stretching!

Unlike with Monica; Rael's foot bones did not grow into one another, they just got longer- a lot longer. Her toes scrunched up and swelled thicker, her nails turn to small translucent claws. Rael is still trying to get up, but her feet keep sliding out from under her getting longer, then she steps back under herself and tries again only to have it slide out from under her again slowly- raking her new claws against the dusty floor. Thighs absolutely massive now- her lower body was starting to look like it belonged on someone three times her size.

She bows her head, looking down at her changing legs from below, but above her skirt and below her shirt she can see two pink bumps on her midriff- the skin around it down to her crotch starting to blush pink. An udder starting to form already?

Rael stopped squirming for a moment to catch her breath, her lower half just flopping flat against the floor, before slowly tucking her legs and giant feet under her to lift herself up. Furless paws, no pads on the bottoms though, because a rabbit is plantigrade, not digitigrade. Rael still had to stand up on the fronts of her feet only though- her feet are now so huge she can only walk on the fronts- if she puts her whole foot down she would need to hop to move around. And she is NOT going to hop like a bunny.

At dinner that night, Avery cooked a ton of food- almost exclusively for Monica. Monica was going to protest but her stomach gurgled back at her, muting her would-be argument. It was more than she would normally even be able to eat- but her body has been taking most of what she has ingested to turn into milk, which then causes her to become ravenously hungry again. Avery wanted to stuff Monica secretly so she would produce more delicious, heavy milk! Avery didn't need to eat barely anything at dinner herself because she had a couple gallons of milk in her gut at this point. Monica's milk has the mild sweetness of human milk, but is thick and creamy like bovine milk. Rael ended up falling asleep at the dinner table from her lack of sleep the night before and the other two let her rest. Surprising she was able to sleep like that- with the new size of her hips and ass the kitchen chair was practically wedged up her butt.

Avery flopped onto the couch beside Monica to watch some TV quietly- there is no actual door to shut the living room off from the kitchen. "Shouldn't we wake her up?"

"Naw, she needs 'er rest. She is kind o' our lifeline if you recall. Need 'er to be awake and alert to fix us." After a few minutes of silence, Avery leans over and rests her head on Monica's barely contained breasts, exposing a little more underboob from pushing in on the shirt. "Rgh. The hardest part o' resisting the changes is that they feel so... good."

"I know!" She sat upright, arching her chest forward, causing her endowments to all flop against one another. "I finally have boobies! Just... too many of them." She grabbed the largest pair in the middle. "Mmm, they feel just as good as I had imagined. Rubbery, soft, smooth, hot, squishy!"

Monica chewed her lip a bit, dazed from watching Avery play with her tits under her own top. The shirt she is wearing is meant to be a night shirt- deliberately oversized, but pulled taut in the middle across her larger breasts. She is still just wearing panties down below, and Monica wearing her stretchy pants. She keeps thinking about that feeling, of hot thick milk erupting from inside of her. Avery suckling hungrily at her teats. Producing more and more milk.

Avery smiled at Monica's vacant stare. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Just... that feeling, of slipping into it..."

"Mmm."

"O-of letting the beast out."

"Moo?"

"M-moo? Ouh- ooouu!" Ack she didn't mean to make that sound! Avery teased it out of her!

Heart fluttering, nipples tingle, a shiver of pleasure washes over her, causing her to bristle in surprise and worry that she is going to change again. Tensing up puts the body on alert, resisting the changes, but imagining or admitting you are beast like, letting the attributes in lowers the body's defenses and the changes sweep in. Rael is working on a cure... maybe... it would be okay to slip a little further? Just to feel them grow. Just... a little?

Monica's breathing was rapid, her heart still fluttering. Avery looks at her with a grin and eyes bright- looking forward to more changes, because that means more milk! A little bit of heat- pause from surprise of letting more in. But... it was hardly anything. A little more heat, pause! Tightness, pause! Surface of her breasts pull glossy smooth again. Oddly the coloration of her huge nipples and areola start to turn from dark brown to diffused red, lightening. Her skin color starts to blush pink toward the fronts of her breasts. With a brief surge that makes them shudder a bit- all four swell a bit. Then again.

Avery gets onto all fours and crawls up onto her, cupping the lower two breasts. Monica tries to move back but the arm of the couch is already against her back. Avery squeezes the lower breasts, and all four swell in another, bigger surge as if to push back! Monica's ears start to grow and change shape, becoming leaf shaped slowly! Her tongue feels too big in her mouth too, so when she opens it to protest against Avery she makes an odd deep sound, sounding like a cow trying to mutter human words! G cups, H cups, I, J, K... beyond any standardized cup size. Medicine balls to small beach balls! The lower breasts are touching her crotch, the top two resting on top of them, pushed up so much she has to look at Avery through a valley of her own cleavage!

Avery tries to suckle a nipple hungrily, but Monica manages to pull her legs up under her on the couch, placing a hoof on her belly and shoving back- but for a moment the hoof just sank into the skin! Avery's stomach growled in hunger, wanting more milk. Her stomach folded across the middle completely, and she started to sink into the couch more as her body weight increased! Plumper limbs, rounded cheeks, thicker neck! Her nostrils flared and she made a snuffling sound unintentionally as the end of her nose upturns slightly!

One half-knowingly lets the changes in, reveling in the feeling of growth, and addicted to the feeling of the pleasure eruption of being milked like a cow. Little by little slipping further to experience that while letting the other changes settle in as a consequence. The other completely forgets her resistance in her growing hunger and horny love of breast flesh. The problem is that by the time they even realized resisting was an option to slow it down, they had both already turned a bit. And it subtly affects their minds, so the more they turn the less they are mentally able to resist, because the animal aspect obviously isn't going to fight itself.

Avery's ears grow larger and pointed too. Her hands get so chubby her knuckles are dimpled! Avery was about to immediately crawl back to Monica to try again but let out a squeal from the tightness triggering the pleasure receptors in her current bottom pair of breasts. The third pair now pull taut, sit up, wedging tightly into the bottom of the second set, and then swell! D cups, then E cups to match the second pair! Then finally F cups! They are bigger than the second pair, which are bigger than her first.

Seeing BOTH of them slide so easily, Monica quickly sobers up and shakes her index finger at Avery. "You settle down now! I don't even have that much milk right now so... go cool off."

Avery puffed her cheeks up in a pout. "Fiiine."

Monica scolds Avery like she alone was to blame, knowing full well she is just as guilty. Seeing Avery so quickly play into her growing beasthood helped snap Monica out of her own. Monica is much more conscious of her devolving, but she kept edging further forward to experience that feeling again. If neither of them stop, then it doesn't really matter that she is conscious of it or not- she is still doing it either way.

Avery wandered out to look at the evening sky on the porch, wondering why Monica was so uptight all of a sudden. But she is right... isn't she? Giving in changes them more and they don't want the changes. But changing feels good. So good! Avery hummed in pleasure of just the thought of drinking all the milk in those absolutely gigantic boobs, getting filled to bursting with hot, heavy liquid! Big and round like a milk balloon or a big fat p-

Avery's brow twitched and her heart jumped briefly. Bad thought. But what was it? She feels good, what would she..? Oh- comparing herself to a pig. No... not just that. Her heart sank a bit. What if the reason she likes that so much is because a pig would like it? There is nothing saying the transformation stops with the body- it could be altering her mind. But how would she know? If she turned mentally into a beast, would she even be aware of it? Eh, the others would realize if something crazy like that happened to her, and tell her. No use worrying about maybes. She feels good right now, so not use ruining the mood! It is hard to hold a train of thought toward that, but easy to fall back into contentment.

She headed inside after a bit, wandering through the kitchen on the way to the bedroom, but paused when she heard Rael moan in her sleep. She seemed to be squirming in her seat. Avery crouched down like a little gremlin and crawled under the table to get a good look at the problem- and seen the woman's crotch blushing neon pink. Two nipples exposed between shirt and skirt and another two hidden under the skirt. Avery grinned and tickled one of the exposed teats- Rael's moan got louder quick. Avery's mouth started to salivate, wondering if these teats produced milk yet.

The skin pushed up in a bubble, pulled glossy smooth from pressure a moment before it relaxed- the skin on the surface having stretched around the new growth. Avery put a palm against it and rubbed the middle, and it swelled again, and again. Gentle surges like small waves lapping at a shore- the next one hits before the last fully recalled. The nipples fill with such pressure that they actually wiggle a bit on their own- the pressure forcing the growth to try and keep up.

The elastic waist of the skirt pulling further and further out as Avery pet the extremely smooth skin, making it blush so brightly it was practically glowing. Bigger and rounder, then with a deep gurgle muscle ribs formed- two clefts clenched, drawing the middle of her forming udder inward, sectioning it off into four segments; one for each teat. The teats now as thick as her thumb and the length of her pinky finger!

With the great muscle clench- it was finally too much movement for Rael to sleep through and she slowly woke up. Avery darted back so Rael would not see her and get angry that she was playing with her bits in her sleep.

Rael stood up and the weight of the udders now sloshed down- without the chair to help support them from below. The clasp on the side of her skirt groaned from the weight. With her hands on the edge of the table she looked back to see the cloth of her skirt shuffling around on its own... no, from fur! Fur is starting to grow out around the base of her tail, spreading! Tufts on the knuckles of her huge toes, then spreading across her gigantic feet!

She groaned, holding her belly just over her udders and felt the pulse of veins. The pink coloration of her udders starts to get dragged up across their surface, as several finger-thick veins start to pulse visibly on the surface as milk veins! The skirt digs into the horizontal cleft of her udders, so she turns and tries to unhitch the skirt but the clasp is pulled too tight to undo! It didn't matter anyway- only a few seconds later the clasp started to bend and finally snapped entirely, blowing her skirt open! It fell to the floor and her udders flopped heavily forward, then sloshed down to pat her pussy unintentionally.

When she looks down to examine herself she spots her ears first- apparently she is a lop-eared rabbit. Her ears now twice as long as before, but hang completely limp on either side of her head. They have muscles in the base that allow her to lift them- but the amount she can raise them compared to their length is almost nothing at all. The coat of fur finished growing in and she grabbed a fist-full of it, feeling it between her fingers over her thighs, then her tail. She nudged her veiny udders and blushed a bit.

"Highland cow, as well as rabbit. Fur is powder-soft on the tail only, true to a rabbit, but the shaggier fur on my body is firmer, the fur of a shaggy bovine, but rabbit's white coloration seems to have won out." She groaned, taking a few awkward steps toward the front door. "On one hand I am glad it is localized to my lower half so far. On the other hand- an entire half of my body is already shot."

Her body will circulate the potion effects eventually to the rest of her, and the 'rest of her' is currently only half a woman. From the hips down she is comically large compared to the rest. A rabbit is smaller than a human, yea- but these genes were blended with bovine, so it's a rabbit rump sized up for a cow but attached to a human. Her ass is currently so huge she could smother an entire person under her cheeks. Her pom-pom tail is now the size of a medium beach ball, even though the flesh and blood portion is the size of the palm of her hand.

The mixed emotion, changes, and sensations drained them and jumbled their sleeping habits fast, so in spite of sleeping in and also taking a nap on the couch mid-afternoon; Avery and Monica managed to fall asleep fairly early that night, while Rael returned to her research.

Slowly but surely, Rael could feel her ears creeping bigger and longer- already comically large on her and still going. She cannot even sit on anything at this point- her rump is too big, she just crouches beside the table and is still sitting taller than if she were standing with her normal body.

"Hey! Ho-"

"AGH!" Rael almost instinctively jumped- which would be bad, with legs powerful enough to fire her through the roof of the barn like a rocket.

Avery looked a bit more timid- realizing she unintentionally scared the shit out of her. "Hows... things?"

Rael glanced at her pocket watch on the side of the table. 4am... sun isn't even up yet. "Not great. And these changes making me constantly nervous aren't helping. Wait, am I nervous because I am part rabbit, and rabbits are skittish?" She thought to herself a moment before shaking her head- wagging her long ears. "No, I would be nervous regardless. We all should be- we are quickly running out of time and I am nowhere near a solution. There is also the issue of a test subject... what if my 'cure' fails and makes things worse? We have no human samples to test on and don't have time to run normal tri-a- what are you doing?"

She lifted a giant foot and put it on Avery's face, to hold her off Rael's udders. Avery is looking at them hungrily.

"I just wanted to see if you produce milk yet."

"Why would that matter? You have Monica for that. Also going by how much rabbit I currently manifest compared to bovine traits- I would most likely create milk high in lactic acids, which would actually make it difficult for you to gain weight, which is the source of your current cravings."

Avery blinked dimly. "Wuh? My current cravings are some fat titty! Hehe." Her heart skipped a beat. Some part of her knew that must be right, and panicked, but her mind was unable to fully complete the thought before the horny hunger drown it again.

She practically fell forward to slip past the giant foot and fall face-first into the udders! The four segments are spongy feeling, but the muscle ribs holds them relatively together so even though they can wobble around on their own- you can only pull or push one so far before the others come with it. The outer flesh is soft and smooth, very thick but also loose and pliable. So the overall udders feel very loose and soft, but get progressively denser and firmer the more force you apply to them and involve more and more mass. The teats are rubbery- even when erect, because they are so big they can still be folded over without much effort. Avery places her face into the middle and motor boats the udders, then takes a big sniff, unintentionally snorting quietly.

"Don't they feel great? I wanted big boobies my whole life and never got them but now I doooo, hehe *snirk*."

Rael tried to back away, but is so awkward on her oversized legs that she rocked back entirely, falling on her butt and then rolling back onto her upper rump, putting her giant feet straight into the air. Now Avery rest her chin on the udders, standing between Rael's legs.

"S-sure they feel great, but they also feel like... not my body. If you don't even try to resist the changes they will just steamroll you. Don't you want to get turned back?"

"Hehehe, no way~!"

"You... don't want to be human again?!"

"H-huh, of cour...se?" Her brow twitched a moment- a brief moment of clarity. "Wait, what was the question again?"

"Is... it affecting your mind?" Everyone was dosed differently and ended up with a different blend ultimately- so the order of changes has also been different for each woman.

"No. Maybe? How... would I know? I just... feel good! I have fat titties finally!"

"B-but they are bestial."

"But th-*snirk* they feel... feel so... warm and full! Tight..."

"Uh... Avery?"

Avery seemed to go into a trance, her thoughts completely drowning in the beast growing within. She kissed and rolled her face against the soft udder flesh, making Rael moan. She cannot squirm away on her back- with the table behind her and Avery between her legs! Avery started to suck on one of the teats, loving the feeling of the fat, textured flesh in her mouth. Her nostrils flared wider- the entire bridge of her nose let out a dull *clunk* as the cartilage expanded. Rael started to think maybe she should lean the other way... deliberately transform Avery into a beast. As a partial human with the appetite of a beast- she is quite frankly a hazard to the other two women, unintentionally enticing them to devolve too. So maybe it would be easier to just remove her from the current equation entirely.

Her ears expanded even larger, and larger and... started to fold over themselves at the tips! Also the skin color of one ear is now turning grey-pink! Her belly got a bit bigger, then her upper crotch started to swell out into a broad slope! The last four nipples aren't two more pairs of breasts- they are a cow udders! She has a cow udders in addition to her six boobs!

She pushed her hands into Rael's udder flesh to knead it hungrily. Rael moaned and squirmed her giant feet a bit. Aaah, upper jaw aches! Oh no- her front teeth are growing larger, becoming bucked! But she is wearing braces, her teeth can't move! Having another woman rabidly fawning over her endowments was turning her on against her will. Her pussy blushed pink and started to swell up! Pushing the surrounding fur away to project further out! Her entire pubic mound grew larger, and her labia fattened tremendously! The normally textured flesh pulled perfectly smooth, looking like it was inflated like a balloon- or she used a pussy pump for a bit too long. The clitoral hood swelled up, hiding her clit under it. Bigger, fatter, further out. Her labia blew up into a smooth, plump U shape, the top points of the U are where they taper off back onto her taint. A rabbit vulva. It is about the size her pussy already was- just enormously puffy and projected; because rabbit genitals are not big, even compared to the animal its attached to, which is also not big.

Rael groaned loudly as her gums started to ring with the ache- her teeth trying to grow but her braces trying to crush them back into shape. Her mind in a panic wondering what will give out first- the enamel of her teeth or the metal of the braces. You could audibly hear the metal of the braces creaking! Finally the two segments locking her front teeth in place snapped free from the rest of the rig and her teeth became huge and bucked in the front! Her lop-ears now as wide as her thighs used to be, and twice the length of her arms!

Her grunts of pain caused Avery to pause a moment in concern and helped clear Rael's own thoughts, allowing her to roll onto all fours and with a single hop- jumped clear to the other end of the barn. Turning Avery into a beast would almost be better at this point; but not at the cost of more of Rael's own humanity. If Rael goes down; everyone goes with her.

Avery looked at her hands in confusion. They keep twitching- flexing without meaning to, bones clicking and cracking. Something wrong but she does not know what- her mind too degraded to figure it out. She finally had boobs- she wanted to enjoy them in spite of the situation. She unintentionally invited the beast within to consume her mind first- so she could be blissful in her ignorance.

Her arms and legs crunched and clicked at the same time- but the effect was worse in her legs because her body weight is standing on them- and she weighs a lot more now than she is supposed to. Rael's thighs and ass are monumentally huge- but they are round with muscle. Avery's thighs and ass wobble like a bowl of jelly. Her swelling udders fatten slow and steady, wobbling around more and more with her stuttered movements, jiggling the teats on the front energetically. The muscle in her legs feels like it's trying to scrunch up- so her joints lock together harder without its support. Crunch, clack, CLUNK!

She FELL into her own legs, staggering back several paces, it feels like the bone fell through the meat- emerging from the end? Wait, no, she has cloven hooves now. Her legs partially collapsed in on themselves! They are only half as long as they were moments before. The bones in her big toe already gone- just a bubble of receding flesh now, the rest converted into the four sections of a porcine trotter. Unlike a bovine- all four sections of a pig's hooves touch the ground, and are the same peach/pink as their skin.

Avery's hooves clicked against the floor as she wobbles precariously- even doing a full spin on a single hoof as she tries to get her balance, but ultimately falls onto all fours! Not only are the hooves a smaller surface to stand on- her legs being so short feels very different, and her udders are still growing, causing them to zig when she zags; finally dragging her to the floor. Because her arms had also been changing- falling onto them caused a cacophony of cracks and pops in a sudden blast- and her arms were crushed to only three fours of their length... which now made them the exact same length her legs are. Her top tits cleared the floor- the nipples of the second set brush the floor, the fronts of her third set press lightly against the floor under her. Her limbs not long enough to lift herself high enough off the floor to give her assets room.

Her hands started to compress rapidly, the crunches and clicks of rapid-fire skeletal alterations going off as they devolve into cloven hooves- though for now the change seems to have awkwardly ignored her thumbs. A subconscious part of her mind likely set off alarm bells at losing her opposable thumbs, which temporarily saved them. She lets out several grunts and an oink in confusion, furrowing her brow. She is trying to understand what happened, and what is happening, but her brain is too devolved to get it. Pigs are quite smart- but cows are not, and right now she isn't really cow, pig, or human- just a jumbled mess of the three, so nothing is working quite right in her body.

Her cow udders slowly touch the floor under her with the teats, then bend to let the front of the udders themselves brush the floor. Slowly press into it, squish against it. Start to billow out behind her legs, trying to find room as they fatten up still bigger. She also now has a twitching nub over her fat butt- a proto-tail.

Rael awkwardly stomped her way halfway back to Avery. "Avery! Snap out of it!" She wanted Avery to turn, really- but still felt guilty about just letting it happen.

"*snirk* what? What... is...?" Her worry manifested as nothing more than a brief fluttering in her chest, her mind unable to hold the thought long enough to properly process it.

"You want human- go act human."

"Want *oink* milk... titties, ehehe- *snirk*."

"You wanted human first."

"Hu...man... first?" That sounds about right, she did want to be human before she wanted her titties to be even fatter. She cannot remember why she wanted it though... but, she just blindly obeyed for now. Own thoughts so cluttered, muddy and jumbled... might as well listen to Rael's thoughts. Too hard think- someone else can think instead.

Avery finally calms down a bit and after several attempts, managed to get back onto two legs and waddle off. The size of her tits is actually the only reason she got back onto two legs- they are so large they help anchor her in place, and even on two legs her udders still drag on the floor. Her torso seems even fatter now, and abnormally long- but it's just because her limbs are so disproportionally short. Her nose is snout-shaped, but still just a nose... for now.

Rael sighed, waddling her way back to her research, her buck teeth now slightly overlapping her lower lip, so she cannot fit them entirely into her mouth. A glance in the mirror also reveals the roots of her hair are now bleached snow white- the rabbit coloration is starting to take over. Her hands feel stiff too... more changes trying to happen. If she loses use of her hands- they all lose hope of a cure. No one else knows what her research was, so the odds of anyone else finding them and curing them are also slim- because if she turns into a beast; Rael won't be able to tell them what she did to be able to fix it.

It was almost noon by the time Monica woke up. Heart racing, she woke with a gasp, sitting up immediately. She was having a nightmare that she was a regular cow, wandering the streets of the city, mooing at people to try and get them to help, but no one understood her. When she looked down at herself she was hit with mixed feelings. In her sleep, her changes progressed in the real world as a result of her dream.

In her dream she was a feral animal with a human mind- because she viewed herself as a beast in her dream the changes started to take hold in reality. But because she had otherwise remained in control of herself and slept for so long before having that nightmare- some of her changes actually regressed as well! The paler coloration of her nipples remained but the blushed coloration of her breasts mellowed out, and all four breasts appear to be back to E cups... although, they are also extremely full of milk, and the wetness of the bed under her tells her she has already been overflowing for a while. Her tongue does not feel too big for her mouth, so she can talk properly again too.

On the other hand is her lack of... well, hands. While she slept, her hands started crunching- hundreds of tiny bones growing into one another, creating larger but more simple joints. Her thumbs regressed as her middle two finger grew, and finally the outer two fingers fold back. Nails thicken and overtake their ends entirely, becoming pyramid shaped hoof segments. That means Monica can no longer hold or manipulate anything. All four limbs end in hooves now!

She awkwardly perched on the edge of the bed, then slid off onto her hooves but stumbled forward- caught herself against the wall but is not used to hooves there, either, and her hoof just slid down the wall till her horns smacked into it and stopped her. The tines of her horns lanced the drywall and held her still for a moment, to get her balance properly.

She groaned, shoving herself upright again. "Not a damn animal, these parts aren't meant for me..."

Monica walks with a bit of a forward lean, just because her full breasts weigh so damn much. She needs Avery to milk her, FAST. She is not in the bedroom though, not in the hall. Glance in the living room- TV has been left on but she isn't there, either. Monica freezes in the door into the kitchen, not sure what she is looking at, at first. Avery has the fridge door wide open and the floor around her is covered in wrappers, empty milk bags, empty jars and jugs and the peels of several different kinds of fruit- including the whole rind of a watermelon. Avery has hollowed out pretty much the entire fridge, devouring everything. She is also very different from the last time Monica seen her- this is her first time encountering the changes Avery experienced early in the morning.

Avery immediately licked her lips at Monica when she seen her and started to trot over. Her heavy mammaries acting as a weight, anchoring her center of gravity straight down, to keep her balanced in spite of her extremely awkward limbs. Monica was at a loss for words- wanting to be concerned but also needing to be milked badly; and knowing that is exactly what Avery is going to do. Monica slowly backed up into the living room to get comfortable on the touch- her back against the arm and Avery followed quickly, scrambling up with her stumpy limbs to latch onto a nipple immediately.

Monica's body attempted to moan in a pitch she isn't even capable of making- her throat so tight she moaned without actually producing a sound at all. Her leaf shaped ears fluttered and her face an expression of bliss. Her boobs were so full they felt HARD. Extremely heavy even for their size and so firm with pressure they are held freakishly round- as if they were implants. But no... that is all milk. You never fully realize just how full they are till someone opens the valve to let the floodgates go. The feeling of the skin finally being able to relax, the breasts slowly sinking back into a more natural shape, and the milk blasting out, tickling the stiff teats from the inside.

Monica's hips started to feel an outward pressure- not in the skin or muscle around it but a pressure in the bone itself. She tensed up for a moment, but the pleasure of being milked quickly distracted her again. She can't resist, it feels too good, too strong. She scolds herself mentally already knowing she is dooming herself.

She gently pet Avery's head with her dainty front hoof. "There's a lot o' it... huh?" Avery just hummed in response, not wanting to take her lips off the teat till it was empty. "But yuh-y-youUU like it. Drink up lots mo-ooUUr where that came from. Mmmmm-mm-muh." Her breasts started to actually grow in size again. "So goOOUd. So... productive. So fertile. LoooUUk how big I ammmm-m-m-mmMOO!"

Avery's eye widened as the breasts she is latched on to start to swell again. The skin tone once again turning pink slowly, but because her nipples and areola never reverted with the change last time- they became even lighter now... the two skin colors slowly trying to meet one another in the middle.

Monica jumped a bit on her seat in surprise when the building pressure in her hips finally let go with a loud, hollow crack! Her hips expanded much wider! Muscles built down toward the end of her spine, creating a bulge in the skin at first before the bone itself started to push longer- almost feeling like someone somehow trying to stretch her skin out with a finger from the inside. Her heart rate spiked, panicked but the pleasure keeping her thoughts on the milk flowing out of her and her swollen tits. She knows something is wrong and she needs to do something about it, but cannot actually think about it long enough to figure out what it is. Feels too good, she knows she can't resist anyway so why even try?

Gorging on milk filled and weighed down Avery's stomach, but she loved the feeling, she wanted more. Even when her stomach aches from the weight she still wants more. The grey-pink of her big, floppy left ear darkens further to actual black. Her ears grow fur on them but it is so fine that you can still see her skin clearly past the hairs. The black spot on her left ear expands, covering her left eye and then part of her cheek too. One by one as she gains still more weight, more spots appear- the new skin not matching the old, creating spots that appear to wobble and then stretch into splotches. Her right arm, her left knee, her right lower leg, and several spots around her body including ones that completely cover her left breast in the second set and the right breast of the third set. Three of the four teats on her udder turn black but no spots on the udders themselves.

Monica's ears became even larger, though keep their leaf shape, they eventually flop over- unable to support their weight regularly, she can still lift them if the flexes the muscles in their base. Her tongue starting to feel a bit large and cumbersome in her mouth again, making it easier to make cow sounds without meaning to. Her feelings feel so confused- a clear contrast between cow and human. The cow aspect of her mind filled her with a strange sort of pride, at feeding her lover with so much rich milk. At being so large and productive. But the human portion stunlocked by the electrical buzz of uninterrupted pleasure and panicked knowing the consequences of indulging in it. The more proud she feels the more she has slipped and panics, but the more she slips and panics the bigger and more productive she is to be proud about!

She surprises herself making an oddly musical fluting sound from her nose! She made the sound in distress, seeing her lover bloating up fatter at an alarming rate! She leaned even further back over the arm of the couch in a half-assed effort to get her lover to ease off, but it of course did nothing of the sort. It did lift her butt off the couch though, and she felt a tail squirming its way around in her panties, nudging them down as far as they could go while she is still wearing her stretchy pants. She can control the tail... sort of. As a new limb her brain doesn't know how to operate it- but the muscle control is there.

Pleasure, milk, swelling, weight, pressure, transformations- too much to think about, brain overloaded, can't act, can only lactate! Too overloaded, instinctually freezes in place... like a deer caught in headlights. The reason her hooves are so dainty, and the tines on her horns- Monica doesn't just have cow genes, she is also deer.

Avery finally popped off the fat teat and gawked straight ahead- looking, but not seeing anything, completely zoned out. A gentle but all-encompassing pulse. Not just physical- the soft throbs numb her thoughts too, causing them to completely blank for a moment at a time. Something is coming. Something... giving out. A barrier she forgot was even there is breaking.

"So... *snort* *snort* so, f-fat! Heavier *snirk* fuller *oink*!" Her voice now lower and gravelly, she cannot help making pig sounds.

Avery's nostrils flare larger, which is what causes her to snuffle and snort unintentionally- her long nostrils vibrate. Snorts are stronger inhales while oinks are strong exhales. The bridge of her nose made another hollow *thunk* as it expands again trying to keep up with the nostrils, the end of her nose turns upward- but the bottom is a bit rounded, not completely flat like a pig; a little bit of bovine influence. The fine but coarse hairs of a pig hide quickly spreads from her ears down over her whole body, ignoring only her areola and udder.

Her body wobbles and makes deep gurgling sounds before she lets out a loud, deep grunt that echoes down her lengthening nose. The muscle structure of her body is shifting. Her stomach is getting larger... sideways. Her torso is rounding out WIDER now. Her chest rounding out into more of a barrel shape- ribs projecting further forward than on a human. Her hips are already very wide by default, but they too pop and expand still wider, but also much more angular- her pelvis now more of a V shape, and the upper two points jut out sharply... the angular hips of a cow. That also means she can no longer walk on two legs; she is stuck on all fours.

Avery puts a hoof on either side of Monica against the arm of the couch, unintentionally looming over her as she expands. The little proto-tail over her giant wobbling ass finally starts to grow out, pushing against her panties, then curling around before looping out and over the panties then looping again, and again and again. She continues to grow fatter and larger, finally rupturing her panties off entirely and freeing her tail! It is spiraled like a pig tail but much larger and longer than a pig's tail. It is a cow tail minus the tassel, but twisted like a pig's.

She rears her head up as her face starts to deform- letting out a loud almost-human groan before oinking several times unintentionally! There isn't enough of her human mind left to resist this even remotely. Pig and cow flood her system, overriding all humanity. Her mind temporarily blank- the human blinked out of existence and now a hybrid beast scans its memories to figure out what it is doing here and what is going on. She can't remember. Just blips of memories from the last few days, but the memories of pleasure make her horny and that causes the transformation to go even further and then even those more recent moments get scrambled out of her head, resetting her brain to day zero. The human memories are just confusing, but she has only just now turned into a full beast so she currently has no memories that match this body.

The expansion of her torso to be even fatter caused her rows of tits to divide slightly around her own bulk. Her overall growth made her legs a bit longer to at least pull her tits off Monica long enough to expand still more to fill the gap, her udder absolutely gargantuan, and even bloating a good distance out from behind her rear legs! As her brief blips of human thought start to dissolve in more beast, her human hair finally starts to fall from her scalp. From the bottom up, the hair follicles fall in rows from her head, replaced by the fine coarse pelt of a pig. Her face clicks and stretches out, her jaws getting longer, pulling her face into a large snout! Her neck is actually wider than her head. Her limbs are cone-shaped and wobble wildly with any movement she makes.

Monica heard the ripping as the couch shifted a moment, and she had a split second to react. She rolled to the side just as Avery's immense weight tore the entire arm off the couch, causing the pig-cow to fall forward into the floor as Monica rolled out from under her and onto the floor beside the living room table just in time to not get crushed to death under her own lover. Avery had grown to a size greater than the couch itself- and weighs about thirty times as much. If this building had a basement, she likely would have just fallen straight through the floor. A domestic pig with the tits and size of a Holstein.

Her grunts are loud and have a deep reverberance . Avery snuffles at Monica, but in fear of becoming like her, Monica snaps out of her own downward spiral long enough to back away. Seeing she did not want to share her milk, the immense creature stomped off back to the kitchen to seek any traces of more food she can consume. Her udders drag along the floor under her, forcing her to waddle slowly. She pauses entirely in the doorway to the sound of creaking wood, and with a sudden yank forward she shatters the doorframe to break out- she was wider than the doorway.

By early afternoon, Rael was sweating and shuddering, trying to resist her own changes. She barely finished mixing a new potion and drank it AS she stopped tensing and let the changes happen. She could not hold it a second longer! She doubted this would work as a cure, but hopefully it at least mitigates some of the effects because if not- here goes their only chance.

It is like trying to hold in a sneeze. Sure, you CAN, but you don't WANT to. Your body is practically screaming at you to do it. The potion effects keep trying to introduce the new gene information which then puts the body into a confused state because it has two sets of cells that appear to do the same thing but one looks different from the other. They are following the roadmap for a different type of body, and as they both serve the same function the body doesn't know which one it's supposed to follow, because neither are viewed as an invader. But then slowly more and more convert, changing the shape of the system, and suddenly it's the original cells that seem like the lost and confused ones following the wrong 'map'.

Rael looked at herself, gently cradling her enormous hips. Pressure? She feels growth and change. Her body is sweaty and tired, she has been fighting it back too long, she can't do it anymore. But why here? Surely her hips cannot get any bigger than this or they would no longer support her upper body at all, because they would be too disproportionately large to serve their purpose. Her guts gurgle and she staggers back, back against the wall with a dazed look.

"W-what on earth is it...nnngh, squeezing..."

It felt like her hips were trying to grow, but at the same time all her privates inside her pelvic floor were getting compressed? Are her hip bones getting... THICKER? Suddenly the pressure erupted up her spine and she spun around, hands against the wall groaning loudly, arching her back. Her body started to tingle- bad blood flow. A loud pop and her entire lower body tingled intensely a moment in numbness before fading back- her vertebrae actually popped apart, and calcium jelly oozed from the existing segments to harden and force themselves further apart as a new segment was created! Her spine became more overly visible on the surface as all the existing vertebrae also enlarged!

But she isn't getting taller, so where are the new vertebrae? Her eyes clenched closed for the moment from the intense feelings so she did not see as her giant feet start to slide backwards, even though her body remains just as firmly pressed against the wall as it already was. Plump bubbles of meat form just over her hips, then start to distance themselves. The vertebrae start to grow long fang-like bones, lengthening quickly into new RIBS!

Rael opens her eyes and straightens her back in surprise- causing her upper body to slide further up the wall! There is more than one set of hips!! The new vertebrae are being shoved between two separate sets of hips- that is the inward pressure she felt, the new hips growing INSIDE of the existing giant ones!

"OooOOHh-kay. Th-that mea-aahns it worked. Sort of."

Her prototype repair potion did not force the changes back, nor did it stop them... but it did maintain her humanity. Which then forced her changes to manifest in a completely different way. If the invading genes were unable to convert her existing arms, but also not stopped- they are spawning new arms.

The fat bubbles wobbling at the sides of the new hips are not fat at all- they are wads of shoulder muscle! The bone formed inside of them, then branched into shoulder blades! The second set of 'hips' that have formed are a strange mix of hip and collar bones, so the newly forming limbs do not socket into them, but still use them as a frame to brace against. More vertebrae and more ribs push the lower body further and further down. Supernumerary organs start to form inside the second torso, effectively acting as backups for the existing set in most cases- though in the case of the second set of heart and lungs; they take care of the lower body, since the original set isn't built to maintain a body of this size on its own.

Rael slowly watches her hands slipping UP the wall as her feet remain anchored against the floor but a whole new torso wedges itself between the two sets of limbs. The bubbles of muscle start to look like plucked chicken wings as the bone inside evolves to give them more structure and stretch the muscle into a shape that isn't just an amorphous wad. Rael bows forward, looking down herself with the top of her head against the wall. Between her gigantic dangling ears she can see her hanging hair turning the rest of the way. The snow white of the roots fires down the length, bleaching it all. Her latest potion prohibits the changes from actually altering her hair structure though, so it remains her wild human hair.

The lower chest projects further forward than it does to the sides- cow then, not rabbit. The very large but also very short digits that form on the ends of the forming forelegs also confirm this as the still-soft proto-hooves start to form on their ends. The forelegs of a highland cow. Her udders feel tight and the fat veins throb a bit now that her second heart starts to beat. Little beads of white form on the ends of the fat, wobbling teats and flick to the floor from the movement of all her changes. Well... Avery got her wish- she is lactating now.

The forelegs finally get long enough to touch the floor and Rael very slowly tries to ease her upper body weight down. Her lower body is still clicking and clacking with some finishing touches, and her hooves are only just now hardening properly. Since she has not used them yet- they are probably also quite sharp so she will have to be careful with them; their edges haven't been worn smooth yet. The same shaggy snow-white fur that covered her rump spreads up over the cow portion. Highland cow fur, but bleached with rabbit coloring. The fur actually seems to get longer at the cut-off point is, creating a bushy mane-like plume to frame where her human half ends. Which only serve to accentuate how enormously giant her lower half is compared to her still petite little human body above it.

Rather than turn into a beast it looks more like a tiny woman was somehow sunken in and fused with an existing beast. She plods around in circles for a minute, trying to get used to how this body works. The existing potion seems to have burned itself out. It created the beast it was trying to make, it just did so AROUND an existing creature rather than FROM it. That means there is no risk of further change... of course- that doesn't fix what already changed.

It was dinner that evening that Rael made her way back to the house, not quite sure what to report. She was leery of telling the others of her latest discovery and give them false hope. Not only would she need more materials to produce another of those potions- it also is sort of its own thing, and not the cure they are actually waiting on. She is still no closer to making that. She just removed their time limit, basically.

When she seen the state the inside of the house was in though, it was a bit of a relief. She doesn't have to tell them anything if they are animals who aren't going to understand what she is telling them anyway. The kitchen was absolutely trashed- the table had one of its legs broken off and was overturned to the side. One of the chairs crumpled against the floor- Avery probably attempted to sit in it and utterly crushed it under her fat ass.

Rael peeks in through the smashed doorway to see Avery laying over the flattened ruins of the touch- the back and both arms lying flat against the floor, partially ripped away from the body of it. Avery was watching TV- though her brain could not process what any of it meant, she was still amused by the flashing colors and sounds. She snuffles softly and occasionally lets out a gravelly sounding lowing at a sound she really likes on the TV, then snorts several times as she inhales again afterwards. Her head and the bone structure of her body seems bovine, but bloated unusually round for a cow by pig traits. Resting on her side- her udders flop out under her as well as her collection of boobs, and resting beside her appear longer than her limbs are, so Rael is pretty sure she isn't even able to walk. Not properly anyway- she would be dragging her tits against the ground perpetually, leaving a wet trail of milk behind her like a slug trail.

Good thing Avery already smashed all the doorways wider- because Rael's giant muscular rump barely fits too. Her head is awful close to the roof too, but luckily her human half is still quite petite, and her ears droop down instead of up, so her head isn't scraping the roof. She wandered into the still relatively intact portion of the house to see Monica sitting up on the edge of the bed staring at the wall. There is three books open on the bed, but she is looking at the wall instead.

"Uh, Monica?"

"Ah- OH!" She forgot she was only a few inches off from the wall, and when Rael startled her- she instinctively darted forward, smashing her head into the wall and her horns right through it! She had to pull back a few times before she managed to yank her horns out of the wall. "S..sorry I was just... uhm? I was... fuck..."

"Reading?"

"Yea!" She motioned with a hoof to the book but then realized there was three open books. "Er... I guess I forgot what I m-moooou... I mean, what I was reading and I grabbed another one. Twice."

"Well, you're still doing better than Avery. Kinda... pigged out, I see."

"Oh! Avery! I was... it was something... I needed t-toOOUuu... get my brain off...MILKING!" She crawled onto all fours on the bed to thrust her chest forward, four giant breasts managing to stay almost perfectly round in spite of their weight. Even that little movement caused several droplets of milk to rain off her nipple and areola. Though at this point both her areola and breasts themselves blush the same color of pink, making it almost impossible to see the border between them. "I needed m-m-mmmm-" She scrunched her face up, pinching her lips closed a moment like she was trying to swallow something. "Need milking. But if I let Avery drink I m-mMM- mhhuh... MOO!" She grunts in frustration from letting one out in spite her effort. "I change m-mmore."

"Oh, well, I could help milk you instead."

"Oh... that... okay? I won't change if yo-you-ouuuUUU do it?"

She never actually said that. "It will be fine!"

At this point Rael's objective was to deliberately change her. Rael blushed as Monica trot around on the bed, circling to the bottom and then faced away, standing alert with her rump to Rael. Did she expect to be milked around her sides like a cow? Though at this point Rael probably should have expected as much. Works for her objective anyway. Rael puts her hooves up on the bottom frame of the bed and that alone puts her already higher than Monica standing on the bed on all fours.

Monica's legs are longer by a bit, and her arms are actually a good bit longer now- making all four limbs the same length, and rather spindly looking; cervine in shape. Rael leaned over her, around her sides and cupped the sides of the lower two boobs first, petting them forward, only pushing in gently on the surface but even that firm petting was enough to cause the nipple to erupt a pencil-thick stream of milk and four or five hair-thick streams of milk from her areola. Her tits are actually tight as a drum- she has been holding back for a while. Eating and producing so much while she is transforming caused her body to settle into a permanently over-productive state. Normally a body will only lean this way when pregnant and not long enough to permanently adapt to it. But the potions cause rapid cellular growth and reconstruction... so what would have naturally taken years for the body to adjust to- ended up happening in a couple of hours.

The milk quickly soaked the bed, and then started to overwhelm the saturation threshold of the material and actually pool on the fabric. And she was still only working the first of two pairs. As she is milked the breasts start to droop into a more oblong shape, hanging lower than the top two but not bloated as wide. The teats are so large it's like grabbing large, soft, rubbery fingers. Light grip, massage the boob forward, then lightly grip the teat as your hand transitions from boob to teat and then tug forward to open up the ducts and let them blast. Don't want to grip them too tightly or you'll block the path out.

Rael rest her own comparatively tiny breasts on Monica's back causing her to make another deer-like fluting sound in place of a gasp. Rael rest her own head on Monica's left shoulder while she milked her. She can hear her breathing increase. The soft undertone of a hum building. Then quiet, breath 'muh's as she becomes absentminded in the pleasure. So heavy. Her breasts are tremendous and heavy. Her body is in an awkward half-transformed state and thus her movements are also heavy. But her thoughts too. Her thoughts become so heavy, so hard to push them forward and complete a full train of thought. It makes it so easy to just give up mid-thought. She is becoming slow and overly relaxed, like a cow among its herd. Good, the more relaxed she is, the easier Rael can turn her without raising suspicion.

Still nowhere near empty- Rael switches to the top breasts just so all four can relax a little, and return to a plump and wobbly state, rather than be bunched up like a cluster of overfilled balloons. Her breathing gets heavier, her nostrils start to flare larger. Her soft 'muh's start to trail into one another, her hum of pleasure degrading further into mooing under her breath. Her huge leaf shaped ears lazily flick on the sides of her head, while remaining pointing straight down. Rael blushes and smiles as she feels the tail flicking around under her pants.

Rael sits upright a bit, taking her hands of the wet boobs for a moment to grab and gently tug the pants down. She went slowly to see if Monica would actually protest, but she remained spaced out and breathing heavily. Rael pulled the pants off, the panties were already pulled down by the tail though still trapped inside the pants. Long fleshy tube with a tasseled end- cow tail. Hm, doesn't match her hair color though, it's a red-brown.

Leaf shaped vulva too, coming to a bit of a point at the top and bottom, rather than the more peach-shaped human mound. Her anus sits in a bit of a forming pocket under her tail and between her increasingly angular hip bones- her hips starting to take a bovine shape as well, even though the limbs are cervine.

"Wh...what... did..? No sto-oOUu-p."

"I was just thinking..." Rael gently pet an index finger down the length of the candy pink slit. "You seem too stressed."

"Mmmmm-muh... me, I... something happens when I to-too-oooOUU gooOOod feel."

"Hm? What happens? Only good things can happen from feeling good, right?"

"Mmmm. Moo-oooh~ No! No, mean... I..." Rael leaned forward and kissed the blushing vulva. "Ooooh. Something... moo. Mo-oou. Muh! Muh-mm-mum..?" She furrowed her brows, forgetting how to talk for a moment.

Rael licked her pussy and Monica bellows like a cow, her legs all straighten rigid from the sensation then her front legs buckle entirely, collapsing her giant boobs into the bed with her chin resting in her own massive cleavage. Her rump remained raised as Rael delves her face in- hands on either side of the hips as she dips her tongue into the plush slit, tasting the mildly salty lube it starts to drool as it heats up and fattens even more with pleasure. Rael finds the stiff clit, hidden just inside like a pearl in a clam. So much pleasure and so powerful, for originating from such a small little marble of flesh. A quiet stretching sound, a few joints click and clack as her entire body starts to grow in size a bit.

Monica groans, trying to get herself upright but her hooves only lightly press into the bed and then bend rather than pick her up, her pleasure stealing all her strength away.

"SoOOUuh m-much annniMOOol. Bigger. Bigger than m-moonica!!"

"Well yea, we are all animals. What else would you be? A plant?"

Monica froze up a moment in confusion. "Me, I... I are... myself?"

"But, what is 'myself'?" She grinned, resuming her licking, nudging forward with her nose, lifting her hips forward to shove her face in deeper, digging into the pussy to coil her tongue around the pleasure pearl.

"Moo! Oooouuh, mmMm-me hoh... s-so... getting...!" Her body creaked a bit, her ribs starting to pop into a deeper but narrower proportion. "Too much! I... I... oooOOUH! Can't...brain... properly..." Rael had her face pushed into her twat so hard her back hooves were hovering over the bed instead of actually resting on it.

Her nostrils flared wider, her jaws starting to push longer, stretching her face, making it physically harder for her to talk on top of her mental difficulties. Monica's mental struggles from what little remains of her humanity only created brief, confused lapses in the beast aspect at this point. Thoughts too heavy to pick up, so she never grasps them long enough to actually become worried about it, just come to a stuttered pause before fading back into the bliss. A pleasurable tickling fading up her body as she changes as if to encourage her she wants it. Cow easy, human hard.

The high reverberance fluting sounds starting to fire off rapidly as her face cracks and draws longer- like someone practicing an actual flute. Her nose starting to turn black and textured on the end, and her lips turn from red to purple to black to match! Her eyes roll back in her head, letting out a long bellow as her iris shiver and suddenly her pupils stretch into horizontal rectangles and her iris expand to hide the sclera.

Rael let her hips drop and coughed a moment in surprise- her fluttering pussy actually got some of its juices in her nose, choking her a bit. That is okay, can switch positions. Rael put her middle two fingers on her right hand into the pussy, petting the lower end so she can run past the clit inside, and her outer two fingers grip the labia. She placed her head to the left of Monica's hip so she could reach up under her and resume milking the bottom left boob, like she were milking an actual cow.

*I shouldn't- need to- to, to...what? Not- worry, tense to fight... something? Why fight? Monica not want... that. What? What was I..? Milk so gooood oooh, I shouldn't... Avery need to- to, wait no, not Avery because... reason? Every... one... should milk. Milk for every! Soo good, oooh. I should s-stop... good? Why would mmmmilk.... why would, should more, milk! Good, milk. Milk good more, but... stop... cow? Deer? What... what is me? Good is me-ilk. Moo. Good me, milk go... good... more... milk? Moo? No, moo. NO, M-m-moo? Moo. Oh moo, moo is good... milk. Think... milk can't... good, more...*

Like someone putting an ancient cloth into a modern washing machine- her thoughts were caught doing laps and each rotation caused them to tatter and come apart a little more, till it was just a cloud of loose threads that lead nowhere. Her human thoughts kept trying to tell her to resist but the pleasure told her to dive in. It had been brief moments of bovine thoughts invading her human mind, but eventually the two confused each other. Then it was brief moments of human thought invading her bovine mind. Then just confusing blips that get interrupted by more cow thoughts before they can finish, causing them to repeat without ever completing. Getting a little more broken up and incomprehensible each time, till the words are forgotten entirely. Then all that is left is a fleeting feeling, but that too starts to fade.

Her neck clicks, then pops, then clicks again on repeat. Expanding, dislocating, and then snapping back into place at a new proportion- her neck gets longer, bigger. The skin on it grows at almost twice the speed, creating a very bulky looking neck before it starts to droop, then it's a very wrinkly neck, then still longer the skin droops off in thick sheets, forming fat, folded dewlaps! Every little movement Monica makes causes her dewlaps to wobble around under her neck- they are just folds of empty skin, no fat or anything else in them, literally just skin.

Her skull expands a bit as her face pushes out. It soon starts to become physically impossible for her to hold human thoughts, even though it was already almost impossible to do it mentally. The expansion of her jaws put her forehead at an increasingly severe slope- tilting it back to the top of her head, compressing the compartment of the skull that houses her brain, making it physically smaller and simpler in design.

Rael is forced to let go of the teat and starts to just pet the side of the boob- it presses too firmly into the bed! Monica's upper half starts to wobble up, higher off the bed, held up by her own boobs as they expand again! Both species she was mixed with have a four segment udder, causing them to overlap and super-charge one another. As her entire body starts to grow bigger in surges, the new flesh grows on her back causing the old flesh to compress toward her front and lower on her torso. Her breasts get shuffled down her underside, lower and lower on her body, once again rolling her onto her face against the bed with her ass almost straight up in the air.

Monica started to make her fluting cries and moos almost frantically one after the other, she is already having an orgasm but Rael isn't letting up her heavy petting. The tail flicks around erratically over her butt. A shadow passes over her body as fur starts to develop fairly evenly across her- though grows thicker toward her spine before wrapping around. Red brown like the tassel on her tail except for a few white patches. A white diamond on her back, another on her face, and a spot on her tail that looks more like a band on the narrow extremity. Her nose turned black from deer traits, but the shape of her head is that of cow.

As Monica's giant boobs arrive at her crotch- they have bloated against one another fighting for space so tightly that they fuse together! Finger-thick, fat veins throb into existence on the surface as milk veins and her boobs make several muffled gurgling sounds as they fused into a gigantic udder! Her human hair is pushed out from the roots by the spreading cow pelt, starting at the sides up to the center of her scalp it falls away to the bed like leaves off autumn trees.

"Mrrooough! MMMM-MUH!" She scrambled up onto all fours looking shocked suddenly.

Monica teetered a moment, her entire body shuddering and she plopped down onto her butt- her hind legs sticking straight forward and her forelegs keeping herself propped up. She started to low rapidly with her mouth hanging open- a thin line of drool in the corner from her glossy black lips. Her body started shuddering more violently. Rael backed up a bit, uncertain. She bellowed incredibly loud and deep and her udders clenched! Their surface pulled taut and shiny a moment before the veins thickened even bigger, her teats flicked unnaturally erect and she absolutely exploded milk! Like four garden hoses turned on- her milk arched several inches out from her teats before falling off the end of the bed and to the floor with a strong enough and continuous enough stream to make a loud splashing sound as it falls! She held the loud moo the entire time, till it finally tapered off to a trickle!

Monica collapses sideways onto the bed, and Rael quickly darts back up to her to check her vitals. Oh good- she is fine. She just moo'd so hard she knocked herself unconscious from lack of oxygen.

"Heh, well... sorry, but, not sorry."

Rael shrugged. Now she can return to her research uninterrupted. There is no way in hell Rael could have discovered the reversal serum before Monica completely transformed anyway. So rather than let Monica worry about it more and waste energy struggling against it- she fully transformed her. As a deer-cow, Monica doesn't have enough brain cells to even realize she should be worried about anything in the first place, and thus does not care. So Rael can take her time and actually do her research correctly, and fully this time. Her own transformation is already as far as it can go, and the other two are too dumb to know anything is amiss in the first place.

Monica has a frame mostly like that of a deer, though the overall size of a cow. This means aside from her gigantic udder- her form is actually rather lithe and narrow for a bovine, making her rather nimble. Although- going fast may cause that wrecking ball of an udder to swing around a little too violently. Her wobbly long neck skin and huge droopy ears come from her bovine traits. Monica is specifically a mix of a Brahman cow and a hind; a Red Deer doe. Red deer was chosen as the largest of the standard deerkin because of their agile body shape, trying to counter-balance the slothful movement bovine normally possess.

Avery was taking a nap, but woke up as Rael left the house back to the barn. She managed to compress her collection of tits enough to roll onto her hooves and start dragging herself to the bedroom- allured by the scent of fresh milk in the air. She is going to feast on Monica, and likely turn her dreams real sweet, real fast from the feeling of relieving the pressure fully. Avery is a mix of a spotted domestic pig and a Holstein. Why pig? Well... some cows are bred for their meat. And well; pigs are very meaty.

Rabbit was chosen to mix because of their ability to reproduce obscenely fast. Rael's ended up mixed with Highland Cow, which caused the fur to be extra floof.

For now, Rael only needs to worry about feeding herself and Monica, and doing her research at her own pace. Monica will convert her meal into milk and feed Avery on her own. Those two will keep one another plenty entertained while Rael does what she likes best too- research!