A Milky Presentation
I'm finally living up to my username and writing something! Hooray!
This isn't the first thing I've ever written, but it is in the last two years.
I'd like to give a thanks to ThatPersonYouKnow101 for reading the story and giving some minor edits, and an EXTRA BIG thanks to Xerox2 for giving me 3 hours worth of edits and an attention to dozens of things I had either missed or didn't know.
Here's to the goal of uploading more in the future!
Coming up on the end of his shift, Bradley stopped working on a presentation and left his desk.
"Hey Bradley, how'd your shift go?" asked his coworker John.
"Pretty dull today, I just finished up my part of the project and did some miscellaneous work, have you finished your part of it yet?"
"Nah, a bit left on my end, I'll finish it up before Friday no worries," said John. "I heard most of the supervisors will be out so we'll be presenting to our boss anyways."
"Yeah," said Bradley, "I'm not sure whether to be happy or stressed about it!"
"Thankfully we're mostly done, so it should be pretty smooth regardless," said John. "I'll see you then."
"You too," said Bradley. He left the office to head home.
The first thing Bradley did when he arrived home was head towards his kitchen. Drained from a day's work, he grabbed some cereal and a carton of milk. Instead of a regular carton of milk this one had large letters wrapped around it bragging about its long shelf life. He rarely used milk though, so his cautionary check showed him that it had gone well out of date. Written in the health information in bolded letters: "warning, do not consume if expired. Side effects likely, including . . ."
"Whatever, this stuff prides itself on its long shelf life anyways," Bradley said, shrugging. Pouring the milk into his cereal, he noticed that it had a somewhat candied smell but dismissed it. Otherwise, the milk looked and tasted mundane. Bradley finished his night a few hours later, although he did feel itchy after his shower. He was used to the occasional itchiness after his long, hot showers. This was worse than usual, but it certainly wasn't out of the ordinary.
Bradley woke up groggily the next morning and walked to his restroom. Absentmindedly washing his face, he realized that it felt off, and noticed that a short beard had grown in overnight. "What the fuck?" Bradley saw that his ears had a pointed and fuzzy appearance too. It was pretty discreet, so he figured that they had always been like that.
His hair growth wasn't limited to just his head; a thin film of brown hair covered his entire body. It wasn't anything that couldn't be easily missed without close inspection though, so he started getting dressed. Putting on his pants was quite a struggle however, deciding to forgo his belt having struggled to buckle a single hole in his belt.
Regardless of his bizarre morning, Bradley still had work. Behind schedule from his irregular dressing routine, he was forced to skip breakfast, despite his already rumbling stomach
Bradley rushed down the halls of his office, running past under watered plants and uninspired paintings that clashed with the paint that looked like it was applied in the 70s. A few sets of hallways and an elevator ride later, Bradley was greeted by a familiar face. "Nice beard man, how'd that grow in so fast?" asked John.
"Oh, uh, must be the vitamins I started taking the other day."
"Well, it looks nice, I'll see you 'round!"
Bradley's stomach growled. Lunch had arrived slowly today with how hungry he found himself getting. Bradley went to the cafeteria next door, and quickly finished off the slice of pizza he bought for his meal. Surprised by his increased appetite, he bought a second meal and headed back to work, eating it on the way.
Back at the office, Bradley ran into a unisex bathroom and locked the door behind him. What he saw made him think that he might have actually been seeing something new this morning. Hair covered a larger part of his head, his stomach was chubbier, his now highly-pointed ears had migrated a couple inches up his head, and, very strangely, his nipples formed bumps in his button-down shirt. Not only that, his pants stretched at the seams, a few threads already hanging loose from snapping. When he touched the button, his pants instantly came fully unzipped. and a new bulge above his pubic hair slumped free.
Worst of all, his struggle to rebutton his pants made him realize that the split between his ring and pinky fingers was becoming shorter, and that his nails were beginning to darken and grow. Thankfully he managed to just barely button his pants back up, and, with shaky hands, unlocked the door and returned to work.
Bradley spent the entire rest of his shift with a pit in his stomach. His new fingers were not suited to the act of typing. It was bad enough that he spelt every third word wrong, but he couldn't even reach the delete key properly. Unable to do the most basic act required of him, he snuck out of work, running by a bathroom right before leaving. One of his shirt buttons popped loose, his pants creaked and strained under the strain of his ever growing waist, and the reflection of his screen showed fur covering everything but the forehead of his face.
By the time he had arrived home, not only had the buttons on his pants snapped, revealing the now pink-hued bulge, his shirt had also began to look a size or two too small. Thankfully unseen, Bradley closed the door to his apartment, taking off his clothes and rushing to the bathroom. By this point there were few places left uncovered in hair. His nipples, now pushed out by a mound of fatty flesh , had grown to the size of a pencil eraser. His ears looked more animal than human, and he looked more curvy than the thin male he'd seen brushing his teeth yesterday..
During the short remainder of his shift, Bradley's stomach grumbled occasionally, and he found himself a bit turned on. His own anxiety drowned it out. Now back in the privacy of his own home, Horniness and hunger sprung forth, and he soon found himself in his kitchen.
Bradley ate 3 TV dinners and two leftover meals, all the while finding it harder and harder to ignore his rising libido. With a satisfied sigh, he threw his fork in the sink and walked to his bedroom, plopping down on his bed. The first thing he noticed-- beyond the feeling of a 3 fingered hand on his dick and the weird feeling of having to push down his lump just to reach his dick-- was how it took up a smaller portion of his palm and sent sharper arcs of pleasure up his spine . He never noticed his hand shrinking, so he reached down further and felt that his balls had shrunk too.
As Bradley felt around down below he instead started to stroke his dick, slowly jerking off at an increasingly fervent pace. Bradley accidentally ran a finger across his nipple, and was struck by a sharp pleasure that caught him off guard. A few intentional touches later and he found himself drawn there even more, quickly massaging his nipples. He soon ejaculated onto his stomach, sighing at the relaxing sensation that took his mind off his troubles for the day.
This didn't last for long. A ruler proved that his dick had indeed shrunk, and Bradley sighed in disappointment. When he got in the shower, his feet slipped. His toes had merged together into two, and his heel rose, making his stance unstable. He poked and prodded the notably larger and pinker lump. It had not small bumps, but small protrusions that sent a shiver up his spine when flicked. Bradley cried as the hot water fell over his now fully fuzzy body.
Sleep did not come easy that night. Bradley's thoughts filled with thoughts of how he would adapt to his changing body. "What will my coworkers think?" "Will I be the same person come the end of tomorrow?" "What will my friends and family think?" His shower left him feeling like he had done nothing but watch TV since he got home.
The sound of an alarm rose Bradley from his slumber, and flipping over to reach his alarm revealed a number of things to him. Firstly, that lump above his penis felt like he had a volleyball on his stomach, and second, that his nipples had grown to the size of large thimbles. Flipping back over left him releasing a prolonged moan, and left a streak of wetness on the bed that left him panicked.
Bradley dragged himself to the mirror to see what had changed this time and was stunned. His udder had grown to the size of two softballs, its protrusions as large as his nipples. Although yesterday he only had a slight fat beneath his nipples, it now could only be described as breasts, and sizable ones at that. His entire body looked covered in fur far more than hair. Most of his body sagged under the weight of gravity. His hands now had only 3 fingers, each nail almost covering the end of his fingers, and his digitigrade legs that made even the act of walking an endeavor. His misshapen face caught him off guard most. His mouth had pushed out, beginning a protomuzzle that when he dropped his jaw in shock was filled with a tongue both long and flat.
After the shock wore off, he realized that he hadn't eaten in 12 hours now and was faced with the most fierce hunger he'd ever experienced. A half empty kitchen later, Bradley sat down on his couch and his hand crept towards his crotch, a challenging endeavor with his udder in the way. Once reached, he felt not a dick, but a short nub that caused a loud moo when grasped, positioned above a flat piece of skin that was also satisfying when rubbed.
Bradley moved his hands brazenly, not used to his new hands, nor familiar with how to properly pleasure himself. Even his unrefined technique sent spikes of pleasure. Soon his hand migrated to his nipples, grasping and pulling at them, sending arcs of milk into the air and onto the carpet. His wild movements were also beginning to stimulate the teats on his udder, and those too released drops of milk onto his legs and the couch, further sending him to heights of excitement that blanked his mind.
Although Bradley was in a deep lustful haze, the new hole that he felt was begging to be filled. Nothing nearby, he pushed his fingers inside it instead. The room was filled with the sounds of wet squishes. Both the sofa and his body drenched with a milk that left a familiar whiff in the air, a milk that was forced away under the weight of his body as he moved his fingers in and out of his aching hole.
Orgasm hit him quickly and continuously, Bradley riding on a high for what felt like hours. Eventually, his arm grew tired, his nipples sore, and he relaxed and sank into the soaked couch. The sound of a siren in the distance pulled him out of his stupor, his ability to get lost so easily in his own passions hitting him with a wall of shame. He looked at the clock, and realized that he had already been awake for over two hours.
Bradley remembered about that presentation. As quickly as possible, he hobbled into the shower, wanting to get the feeling of the now cold milk off his body. What faced him was dread; with a body like this how could he possibly present to his boss, let alone have John discover that this body contained the same person he had spoken to just two days prior. Should he even go into work? Could he even make it into his office without getting chased out? Even if he snuck in, would he even be able to present without slipping his hands in his pants right in front of them? Without grabbing his teats and spraying milk all over his boss? Without getting so hungry that he would eat the plants in the office.
Bradley thought it over in the shower, and, twenty minutes later, decided he would go in only for the meeting, to avoid disappointing John, and so his boss would be able to see first hand that he wasn't lying when he told her about his life altering circumstances.
Luckily, Bradley was one to sleep in very baggy clothes, so despite his growth, he was able to just barely fit into something. His nipples left a comical and damp bulge in his shirt, and his pants were pushed half a foot out by his udder, but there was nothing further he could do to make himself look less ridiculous other than wrap a towel around his head in the hopes that people wouldn't see him as he made his way to the office.
The loud clacks of Bradley's hooves rang out across his apartment parking lot, only stopping when he got in his car. When he sat down, a stab of pain shot up his back. "Of course I have a tail now..." Bradley sighed. Thankfully he was able to at least hold on to the steering wheel well enough to drive to work.
Bradley tried three different back-entrances until he was finally able to open one. Unfamiliar with a way to get to his elevator, he wandered apprehensively from hallway to hallway, which thankfully had carpet instead of tile. He even had to break out into a hobbled jog more than a couple times after running into people in the narrow corridors.
After reaching the elevator, Bradley peeked his head out the elevator door, making sure to exit when there wasn't anyone walking around that would see him. Bradley b-lined straight towards his boss' office, arriving just in time.
"What in the world?" stammered his boss Michelle, pushing her chair away from her desk. She stood and walked backwards towards the wall carefully, meanwhile John was turning around, and then jumping up in surprise himself. "Who and what the hell are you?!"
Bradley took off the towel covering his head, and showed his coworkers what sliver of his humanity remained. "Please don't panic too much! I know I look way different, but it's me, Bradley! ."
"What are you doing here? Why did you come to the office when you're like this?" asked Michelle.
"This seemed like the kind of thing you wouldn't believe via phone call, and I didn't want to let down John."
"Well if you're sane enough to be able to drive yourself over here, you should at least be able to present."
Aside from the fact that a cow was presenting, the meeting went mostly fine. As time progressed Bradley saw his coworkers becoming more restless, with more than a couple glances down at his breasts. What was a dampness when Bradley had left his apartment was now a dripping mess. He hadn't noticed it while sneaking into the office, but his nipples started regularly releasing milk, milk that had the same candied scent that Bradley had experienced when he poured some for his cereal just 2 days earlier.
Bradley's embarrassment and a rising libido lead to stammers and pauses in his speech that made his coworkers even more restless. He tried his best to speak past his own struggles, but the hunger he saw in the eyes of his boss kept bringing his thoughts full circle. Bradley and John did their best to continue presenting, until Michelle interrupted them. "Sorry about this, but it's getting pretty hot in here isn't it?" she said as she took her jacket off. "Yeah, it really is," John replied, loosening his necktie.
Bradley noticed their flushed cheeks, and afraid that he might be leaving a corruptive effect on his coworkers, decided to try to cop up an excuse to leave. "Guys I'm sorry but I think I have to leave. I really am not feeling good, and I think I left my oven on." "No no no, don't worry about it, you can stay and present as long as you want." Michelle said. "I think I'm gonna head out anyways, sorry about this."
As Bradley began to turn around, he felt a hand grab his wrist. "I think you should stay Bradley," John said, "we need to finish the presentation anyways don't we?" Bradley tried to yank his arm away, but failed. Familiar with the hunger they were beginning to experience, he tried again to escape, but was pulled back. All the jostling did nothing to aid in the milk spilling out of his breasts, but being pulled back caused his clothes to rub straight across his nipples, sending a long arc of milk and a moo to escape his lips. The arc sprayed across the room, and on to both of his coworkers, which they eagerly licked clean.
"Oh what a mess you've made, guess I'll have to wring out my shirt" said Michelle. Bradley blushed through his fur, seeing his boss shirtless was making thoughts of anything but sex come with difficultly. He was even more caught off guard as he looked over and saw that John had taken off his shirt, and was wringing the milk into his mouth.
Both coworkers quickly finished off what slight bit of milk could be gathered from their shirts, and began to eye Bradley hungrily. Michelle began to wander over to him, as John reached over and began kneading Bradley's breasts. He hadn't realized it, but his breasts and udder had both enlarged, and were beginning to reach the limits of his clothing's capacity.
John reached into his pocket and keyed Bradleys shirt, relieving its pressure and causing his tits to pour out, sending another arc of milk into the air after they finally came free of their cloth prison. Soon after, Bradley felt a pair of hands on his waist, and seconds later, he was left fully exposed to the two humans in the room.
Both of them reached towards the nearest teat they could, all of which would look natural on a full sized cow. Bradley let out a long moo as he felt pressure he didn't know was there escape into the hungry mouths of the two beneath him. He felt his huge ass and chubby stomach pawed at, filling him with a lust that he could no longer possibly resist.
Bradley drew one of Michelle's hands towards his sopping pussy and one of John's towards the other breast. Bradley rubbed both of their heads as he began to notice their ears start growing fuzzy and pointed. He didn't even care at this point though, and after some time each of them began to move towards a different teat for more milk.
As John hungrily drank from the seemingly never ending flow of milk he began to feel a bulge develop on his chest and underneath his stomach. Somewhere in his mind he was screaming at himself to stop drinking, but it was covered underneath a tsunami of hunger that wreaked havoc to his cognisance.
As fur spread across his body, his pants were beginning to slowly stretch, both his ass and the growing udder displacing the cloth that surrounded him. Were it not for his belt, he would've found himself quickly without pants, but up above, his shirt did not have such luck. Every gulp of milk seemed to press his shirt out a little bit more, until soon he too began to start slowly leaking. The sound of tearing fabric spread through the room as John's shirt got stretched beyond its limits. John grabbed one of his nipples with unfamiliar hands, releasing a steady stream of milk onto Bradley's fat stomach.
Moaning between gulps, John found his other hand inexorably drawn down towards his crotch. He attempted to loosen his belt to free his growing udder, however his waist had grown too much too quickly. His pants tore to shreds, but the belt dug fiercely into his skin. Milk arced out, his udder squeezed like a stress toy by the increasingly too small accessory. It wasn't until he felt like he was going to pass out from pain until it finally burst apart, his udder comically bouncing free having being released from its prison.
By the time John was finally able to reach his cock, what he found instead was a small nub of highly sensitive flesh and a hole that was beginning to ache to be filled. John ran his fingers over his clit, eventually making his way down to his pussy and filling it with one of his thick three fingers. Mind white with pleasure, John removed what was now a protomuzzle from Bradley's teat, and let out a loud moo in bliss, spraying milk all over the floor and on everyone's fur.
Meanwhile down below, Michelle was gulping down the thick liquid. Although at first only a couple fingers could fit inside Bradley, as time went on she began fitting more and more of her hand into his muff. Unflattering sounds filled her ears as she pistoned her hand in and out of Bradley's growing muff.
The influence of the milk affected Michelle quite differently than John. Instead of the growth of breast, her ribs expanded, and her shoulders broadened, causing her bra to dig into her body. Her upper arms and thighs also gained mass, while her stomach enlarged, replacing her previously lithe form.
It didn't take long for the constricting presence of Michelle's bra to send harsh pain across her chest. Her growing body was not to be stopped by a simple piece of clothing though, and the strap soon broke loose and sent a snap into the air that was accompanied by a tearing sound above her. Instead of a pair of tits flying out, the room was greeted with a pair of moobs that was slowly being covered by a wave of thick fur that had already covered her stomach.
As Michelle found herself growing increasingly turned on, it became harder to ignore her own sex. After tearing off the pants that were already almost in tatters, she ran her morphing hand along her muff. What was usually something that easily got her off though instead felt almost uncomfortable; It was only when she accidentally hit her clit that she felt the first intense feeling of pleasure. Already enlarged, Michelle found herself able to somewhat hold her clit, and began using the ample milk in the room as lubricant to stroke her growing sexual organ
Michelle's clit quickly became large enough to outgrow the width of her hand, stretching out in both length and girth. With it becoming easier to manage, she found herself beginning to pump instead of stroke her clit, soon leading her to reach an intense climax. A small pair of balls pushed out of her vagina, followed by drops of a heady white liquid out of the tip of what used to be her clit.
Although she was able to find a quick release, Michelle found herself just as ready to go as she did a minute ago. One might think that her own masturbation was what fueled the expanding length of her dick, as it seemed like every pump lead it to expand a bit further. It was no time at all until one hand wasn't enough to satisfy her, and Michelle found herself reluctantly pulling her fist out of Bradley and instead wrapping it around her shaft just so she could surround her whole girth.
Her balls continued to expand too, expanding from marbles to golf balls, from golf balls to peaches, and from peaches to melons. Even with Michelle's notably larger body, her furry balls dragged across the floor as her own dick pumping lead her body to subtly rock back and forth.
Fat and fur continued to expand across her body as she continued to drink from Bradley with a slowly expanding mouth, fully trapped in a lustful haze of self pleasure. It wasn't until a loud moo and large spray of milk rained down from above that Michelle was pulled back into reality, causing her to bite down in surprise and send a geyser of milk into her protomuzzle. With a rush, she reached her own climax, bellowing and releasing a thick stream of cum across the floor.
Between the euphoria of his teats getting drained and the body worship he was receiving from his two coworkers, Bradley was kept in a state of intense pleasure. It was only two loud moos and the rise of an intense scent that pulled him from his trance, shocking him from the intense speed of their complete transformation.
Michelle rose, joining the other two by standing. "One of you two need to do something with my dick, right now." Bradley and John looked down at Michelle, noticing her massive new member. Both of them found themselves naturally leaning down, both wrapping their hands around her tool, beginning to earnestly service her.
John found himself drawn to her balls, hefting them as he began to take in the musky scent. He tenatatively ran his tongue across their surface, filling his mouth with the flavor of his sweat, and already refreshing his ravenous sexual appetite. Bradley found his mouth drawn towards the closest source of the strong odor that had just entered the room: the tip of Michelle's dick. As he ran his tongue across the end of her tool, He felt a hand grope his udder.
Bradley gladly returned the favor, moving a hand from Michelle's dick to knead John's breast, sending yet more milk onto the already drenched floor. Michelle grasped the back of Bradley's head and began as she forced her dick down Bradley's muzzle, unsatisfied that he wasn't using both hands on her anymore. He gladly took Michelle's cock into his mouth, even finding himself able to take the thing down his throat, leaving a large bulge in his neck.
John's face was forced away from Michelle's balls as Bradley began nearing the base of her cock, so he instead worked his way towards her ass. With Bradley's hands using Michelle's thighs for support, John used his hands to start handling her ass. The flesh felt like soft cookie dough as he dug his fingers in and fondled her ass. Momentarily removing a hand off one of the furred cheeks, he slammed an open palm against it, sending a muffled thud through the room, and a ripple across Michelle's chubby body
Michelle jumped forwards in shock, fully hilting her cock down Bradley's throat, whose surprised "OH" instead sent vibrations across her dick. Michelle began to slowly pull out, leaving just the tip in until she slammed back in again. She repeating that actions multiple times over, slowly getting into a rhythm until she soon found herself in a furious rhythm that sent saliva and precum flying out of Bradley's mouth.
John was no slouch either, slap after slap went through the room, until eventually he let his palms plush into Michelle's ass. John spread apart Michelle's cheeks, revealing her asshole, winking from her wild thrusting. Moist from the abundance of milk in her fur, John began using one of his thick fingers to rim around her hole.
The added sensation of anal stimulation in addition to the ridges of the mouth rubbing against her shaft sent Michelle into sensory overdrive. It didn't take but a few seconds for her to hilt her dick in Bradley's mouth and release a loud bellow and the start of her load. Quart after quart of cum ejected down his throat into his welcoming stomach, stretching it and sending his milk production into overdrive.
Meanwhile, with Michelle still, John got the opportunity to put his face against her asshole without getting slammed in the face, and quickly moved his muzzle directly above it. John rolled his eyes in pleasure as he filled his nose with the alluring scent of her ass, sticking his tongue out and beginning to playfully rim it. Eventually, after a long taint to waist lick, he probed his tongue into her anus, and began tongue blasting her, relishing in the flavor of Michelle's pheromones.
Loosening her grasp on Bradley's head, Michelle slowly pulled her cock out of his muzzle, and ran it across his face. Bradley pulled John back, and roughly kissed him to the best of his ability, sharing between them the flavor of cum and Michelle's scent. Michelle moved behind John, rubbing the length of her dick against his quivering pussy to return his earlier favor.
John giddily took this opportunity, jiggling his body back and forth as he antsily tried to line up the end of her cock with his needy vagina. Michelle dodged his attempts for a bit, until eventually the sheer need to have something on her dick overpowered her desire to tease the needy cow underneath her. John moaned into Bradley's mouth as the cock entered him, wrapping his arms around Bradley and bringing him into a tight embrace.
Bradley welcomed the embrace until his own desires overcame him, pulling away and drawing John towards his meaty pussy. John picked up on the hint, and began eagerly lapping away as Michelle slowly began to get into a thrusting rhythm. Michelle's let out low grunts as a constant stream of euphoria was running through her head.
As pleasurable as John's tongue was, Bradley still wasn't fully satisfied. Bradley sat up and grabbed both of John's wrists, pulling them straight towards her pussy. Right after, he grabbed the back of Michelle's head, and pulled her towards his breasts. Both of them eagerly responded to his suggestions, as John began fisting Bradley while kneading the udder above to release arcs of milk onto all three, and Michelle gladly drank from Bradley's teats while massaging his tits and ass.
Michelle vigorously pumped her cock in and out of John's deep hole, juices falling onto the floor each time she pulled back to slam in once again. John was letting out mewls of pleasure, Michelle's thrusts causing his own milk to spill on the floor as his teats were shoved back and forth from them. Bradley's was letting out mewls of his own from the body worship he was receiving, squeezing Michelle's chubby upper arms just for something to hold on to.
Three moos rang through the air as each reached their own climax at the same time. Michelle dumped just as large a load, this time into John's needy pussy, the pressure of cum soon being forced around Michelle's dick. John's fist got stuck in Bradley's muff as her orgasm lead her to clench hungrily on the invading object, while both of them released another pool of milk into their surroundings.
All of them slowly found themselves receding from their ravenous state of libido having experienced their third wave of post orgasmic bliss. All three avoided looking at each other, not wanting to be the first to talk. They looked around the drenched room. It looked like one of them had cannon balled into a pool milk. Not a single surface untinged by the white liquid.
"I can't say I would've believed you had you told me, but I really think that maybe you should've stayed home," Michelle said sheepishly.
"Yeah..." Bradley said, ashamed at himself.
"I think I'm gonna go home and cry in the shower" said John as he hobbled over towards the door, not even caring about the fact that he was drenched in milk and completely naked.
Instead of seeing the dumbfounded gaze of his coworkers, John saw an office full of workers in various states of transformation. The squelch of carpet as he stepped into the hallway pulled him to the realization that their mess wasn't limited purely to the room they had spent the last couple of hours.
"Bradley, I REALLY think that you should've stayed home today," John said.
Bradley and Michelle soon followed out of the office and were hit five times over with the sight of what had just happened to them only an hour ago. Bradley fell to the floor, covering his eyes with his palms while he rested his elbows on his knees. "Yeah, I really fucking should have."