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Maloo the ECF in Buttermilk Cream Vanilla Bean

By Danath

Freebies Vol. 84: Themeless Edition 2, Round 2

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Maloo shifted her bulk from the front seat of her van, easing her considerable presence carefully onto the sidewalk. The delivery vehicle was modified with heavier springs and a reinforced suspension, giving the enormous ten foot tall cougar a little more ability when it came to getting around the city, but it made quite a racket as the springs rebounded, free of the weight of her immense hips. She still towered over it and had to scrunch in the seat to fit, but at least it was better than walking. Because it used to be a delivery van, the driver's side let her out onto the sidewalk, which was convenient and saved her having to pick up and move cars around to clear a path.

A golden bronze pelt covered Maloo's impressive arms, shoulders, and backside. It shifted and pulled across the wide and powerful muscles that stretched and bunched beneath the surface. The feline clearly wasn't just tall, but wide and heavyset with proportions that boggled. A threadbare shirt just managed to hook over the massive swells of her teardrop breasts. Supported by pectoral muscles strong enough to bend steel beams between them, the cougar's plump rack swelled far below the fluttering waist of the shirt, leaving the lower halves of both on full display. The pale cream fur ran down her breasts to her belly, and what little could be seen of the incredible twelve-pack clearly outlined in her pale fur impressed the eye. Between the low-hanging swells of her chest and the plumped-up outline of her sheath, though, barely more than a few inches of abdominal muscles were visible at any given moment.

The cougar's tail curled upwards and over like a shepherd's crook as she waited for a break in the traffic on the sidewalk. The denseness worried her as more than a few shoulders and elbows rubbed against the bulges distending her stretchy black yoga shorts. The pants pulled so tight around her plump sheath that individual cream-colored hairs were able to poke through the thin material. The shorts clung to her broad, muscular thighs and the upright cylinder of her sheath, which pushed up past the waistband. It was nearly as thick as one of her own thighs. Not only that, but a suitably full and heavy pair of nuts accompanied the eye-catching sheath. Shifting and sliding from one powerful thigh to the other as she finally found an opening in the flow of pedestrian traffic, the big cougar huffed to herself as she felt smaller bodies bumping into her from every direction.

The casual observer would probably see the overwhelmingly big cougar in such a clearly inadequate outfit and think the muscular fuckbeast was simply trying to show off. From Maloo's perspective, however, finding any clothes that could accommodate her massive figure at all was a success story no matter how little they actually disguised her intense curves. The swells of her plump sac pulled lower, outlined in full against the stretchy yoga shorts, and jiggled their way down past the hems of the legs and over the cougar's knees.

Maloo burst out both sleeves the moment she'd put it on and her chest tugged the neckline down into a sharp V-shape, leaving her upper arms and plenty of cleavage fur bare. The big cat reached up with her claws and absently scratched at her ears, revealing only partially the impressive girth of her bulging biceps. When she yawned and then stretched both arms up and out a few moments later, more than a few passing pedestrians shared a double-take at the impressively endowed giantess.

Maloo blinked and lowered her arms, then turned her head and tipped her ears upright. Was that a flash of orange in the corner of her eye? She scanned the milling crowd of people passing up and down the busy sidewalk, but despite her height advantage - or perhaps because of it - whatever she'd seen was long lost in the mass of bodies. The cougar returned her attention to the sign above the cafe, brushing off the nagging concern. She'd been months without incident. Surely she could enjoy an ice cream in peace.

The Good Moo-rning Ice Cream Cafe promised, on the signs in the windows, the freshest and coldest dairy treats in the city. Quite a bold claim for the cream-loving cougar, who'd terrified many an ice cream stand by appearing with demands for their best double fudge ripple. There was a black and white cow-themed paint job across the outer walls, reaching around the windows and right up to the neighboring building. Like the other nearby shops, the store had a small, narrow storefront that extended deep into the interior, with apartments or storage presumably in the floors above. A few people walking by squeezed around Maloo, with one momentarily ending up pinned beneath her bulging shorts against the glass doors.

"Whoops, sorry about that!" the feline said, drawing her tail in closer as the dazed fox staggered off to rejoin the crowds.

The doorway was, fortunately, large enough for Maloo to squeeze through, though she had to use both paws to shove her enormously plump tits through, and then awkwardly bent over to do the same for her immense nuts, which ended up behind her powerful thighs. Fortunately, the shorts and top held up to the abuse, though the cougar's fat, plump nips popped a bit more conspicuously against her shirt, especially considering the cool temperature inside the quiet establishment.

The cougar padded up to the counter slowly, taking her time so as not to knock over any furniture by accident. She'd broken more than one chair with her tail alone in other businesses. The slow journey also allowed her extra time to examine the employee behind the till. Said employee stood behind the counter and gave the cougar a bright, cheerful grin. The bright white lights in the ceiling glinted off her glossy, pale tan horns.

"Welcome to Good Moooooooooooo-rning!" she said, releasing an impressive bellow to accent the name. The cow's grin expanded as Maloo's eyes dropped from her sparkling blue eyes and patchwork black and white skin to the impressive rack barely contained inside a straining white apron. The name of the cafe was spelled out across the front, but distorted by the sheer size of the bovine's jugs. Proportionally, at least, she outdid even the cougar. "What would you like to order today?"

Maloo eventually tore her eyes away from the voluptuous bovine's immaculate chest, which was presenting ungodly amounts of cleavage through the shoulder straps. Though the bulge in her skirt tried to convince her otherwise, the cougar directed her gaze instead to the short, simple menu board. There were just three flavors, vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, as well as the special - a scoop of all three. No fudge ripple, especially not a double.

"I'll have the special, please. Make it a triple - no, quadruple."

The cougar's shorts swelled outwards. The outline of the sheath gave way to a broad, thick maleness instead, which first pushed out and then, trapped by the fabric, dropped down low, shoving its way past the cougar's fat sac, until the huge, warm brown tip twitched between Maloo's ankles. The inadequate stretched thong-style underwear kept the immense schlong curled over the titanic balls beneath, leaving her shorts looking like she was waddling around with a couple of jumbo watermelons in them. The cheery grin on the bovine employee's muzzle didn't fade a bit and, in fact, her bright blue eyes sparkled even more, though they remained steadfastly fixed on the cougar's face. Maloo was impressed - most people wouldn't be able to resist a closer look at the shenanigans going on down beneath her oversized chest.

There were a few noises from the back of the restaurant and Maloo caught a few inquisitive cow faces peering around the corner at her from time to time as the cashier rang up the total.

"Thank you! Also, we'll be including a complementary serving - well, four servings - of our brand new and improved flavor! We're testing it in this market to see if our customers will enjoy it," the cow said as she handed Maloo back her card. "Be sure to let us know! Your order will be right out!"

The black and white bovine turned and treated Maloo to quite the show as she strutted into the back of the restaurant. While the apron in the front wrapped all the way around her sides, there was only the single white cord holding it together in the back. And instead of pants, the cow wore a pair of tight black booty shorts that made her thick hips swing delightfully side to side. And when she turned the corner, Maloo noticed, there was a firm, well-packed bulge between her thighs.

The cougar grinned and licked her lips as she watched the tufted tail tip disappear around the corner, intrigued by the employees but more intrigued by the prospect of a delicious dessert. Her belly rumbled as she glanced around the restaurant, but there was no furniture or bench that looked up to taking her significan weight.

A few more bovine faces peeked at the cougar during the few minutes it took for Maloo to receive her order. Holding the large bowl gingerly in a pair of fingers, the feline pinched a large serving spoon provided by the cow, who resumed her position behind the till, and tucked in. The serving size was generous, and the vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry all tasted deliciously cold and creamy. Maloo had to admit they may have a claim on the title after all. The big cougar kept half an eye on the attractive bovine's alluring, thick-hipped figure as she ate, while attempting to also keep the twitching of her enormous tail to a minimum. She was tired of paying for broken chairs.

A second bowl appeared in front of her, served by another of the employees, this one wearing the same apron and shorts getup, though her horns were slightly wider-set and her eyes were brown, not blue.

"Here's your free bowl of our newest flavor - Buttermilk Cream Vanilla Bean! We think it's our most delicious yet, and it's made specially fresh every day!"

The infectious grin passed to Maloo, who took the bowl gratefully and dug in. The Buttermilk Cream Vanilla Bean was, despite being a mouthful to say, an enjoyable mouthful to eat. Heavenly, even, and the cougar's feline muzzle curled at the corners as the cat did, indeed, get her cream. Maloo closed her eyes and purred, a deep and resounding rumble, as she savored the sticky goodness sliding down her throat. A tremble ran up her spine as she smacked her plump lips a few times, then looked down at the bowl as her spoon clinked against the edges. The lovely Buttermilk Cream Vanilla Bean was, unfortunately, all gone, in what felt like an instant.

Maloo immediately considered ordering a second helping until a peculiar and warm sensation swept down her belly and hips. The cougar's ears flattened to her skull as she leaned forward. The bowl in her paw clattered onto the counter as she transferred her grip and let out a gasp. The black and white cow behind the counter nabbed the bowl before it could hit the floor and glanced towards the sides, where a small crowd of curvy, overly buxom bovines were gathered to watch. Their wide hips and chests squeezed together for space as they crowded forward to get a clearer view, and many a hoof was trampled in the process. A few low, excited "moos" echoed through the otherwise silent cafe as Maloo's arms tensed.

"Nnnngggghhhh... of course it was... in the best... flavor!" she gasped, thinking back to the flash of orange she'd spotted earlier.

Maloo's dark bronze pelt shifted and pulled, stretching along her backside as her spine curved slowly. A pair of bumps formed at her hips, which stretched outwards under the splaying pale fur covering her torso. The bulge of flesh and bone extended outwards, then down, forming a pair of forelegs, while in the rear, her spine elongated and turned at her hips, leading to the formation of wideset haunches stretching behind. Her glossy golden pelt shone throughout the sudden shift in posture from two-legged to four except for where her black yoga shorts gamely held on, squeezed awkwardly around her new taurish backside, still holding her enormous package. The shorts distended lewdly outwards as the curled over cock fleshed out and fattened. Even more pale fur poked through the stretched out shorts.

"Ooooh, oooohhhh!" Maloo moaned, shuddering as she spread her hind legs as far as the tense shorts allowed. There was just not enough room and her new forelegs pawed at the floor, leaving scratches in the fresh linoleum. The enormous golden balls between her hind legs creaked and sloshed as they filled out, shoving the new taur's digitigrade paws to the sides. The bulging sac flatted across the floor as she struggled to keep her footing by hitching her hind legs higher up to either side of her sheath.

There was a snap, then a loud rush of air as the cougartaur's shorts gave out. Maloo's fingers dug into the counter in front of her as her huge balls spread further, sloshing and heavy and churning with need. Her massive cock unfurled, dragging itself out from underneath the heavy sac, and flung itself forward. The tip landed well past her forelegs, though she still couldn't see it beneath the swells of her chest.

Maloo's free arm clutched at the counter for support next to the first, causing her breasts to squeeze together in a visual that quite excited the crowd of bovine onlookers, several of whom ventured out from the back of the restaurant to get a closer look as the seams on the cougar's shirt failed all at once, spilling mountains of feline boobflesh over the counter. The cash register tipped onto the floor as Maloo's hind legs stomped down flat to either side of her growing balls. The tip of her massive erection shoved flat against the front of the counter as the cougartaur leaned over, her face nearly disappearing into her own cleavage in the process. Maloo pressed her palms flat to the sides of her head, then gasped and yanked them away as something sharp and hard pricked the palms on either side.

The feeling of the hard, compact horns sprouting from her skull was strange, but even as she slid her fingers along the smooth and polished bronze and off-white speckled horns, she could feel additional changes welling up inside of her. The cougartaur's thick maleness bounced off the floor several times before releasing a musky blast of pre-cum that painted the front of the counter white and caused a general flaring of nostrils from the wiggling cow employees, who were gaping with outright lust in their eyes at the transforming ECF.

Maloo's flanks twitched as even more muscles than what the all-powerful feline possessed before filled out her enlarged taur body, flexing outwards against her taut golden pelt with every move. Strands of thick fibers pulled and stretched beneath her glossy fur until her four-legged figure looked more like a massive bull's body than that of a cougar's, with powerful and stocky muscles replacing the sinuous feline form from before. Maloo retained her fur, yes, and her tail, sure, but this new taur body was straightforward and strong, lacking the grace typical of a feline. Maloo wasn't sure she minded, considering how she could still feel her thick maleness hardening, and the rush of fresh urges and hormones made it so hard to think properly anyways...

The cougartaur's bovine-influence body tensed and flexed at the touch of the black and white hands. The crowd of employees, eight or nine in total, giggled and mooed around Maloo. She gasped, and tried to speak, to warn them off, but the insistent rubbing and stroking choked off her words. And those fingers were getting everywhere. At least two pairs hugged her massive balls from behind, causing her rear left leg to lift and twitch in midair as a spasm of pleasure sent a jolt up her long, long spine. By the time it reached her brain, Maloo's cock was already heaving in the arms of several more of the top-heavy dairy queens.

Hormone-driven urges flared within Maloo's enlarged loins as plump, full lips spread across her bulging nipples, licking and nibbling at the fat teats right through the thin-stretched fabric of her shirt. The cougar's paws wrapped around their horns, pulling them even closer, as she took a deep breath, inhaling until her mammoth bosom overwhelmed the amorous cows...

And let out a bellowing moo that shook the glass panes at the front of the shop.

The cougartaur's horns glinted as the two employees suckling at her nipples got a flood of thick, rich cream, just as fresh and flavorful as any buttermilk vanilla bean could be. Their expressions quickly relaxed into a greedy rush for more as dribbles of milk rolled down their chins and saturated their heaving chests. Maloo's eyes closed as she felt their fingers pulling at her shirt, pressuring her heavy breasts which seemed to swell right out of the tight fabric, which pulled up around her neck and shoulders. The two hungry cows in front reattached themselves roughly, tongue splaying and teasing as their cheeks hollowed. Maloo's tail swished side to side, thrashing several tables' worth of chairs as the teasing of the rest of her growing bull-like body continued.

Maloo tensed up, flexing again as she watched the blue-eyed employee who originally took her order line her thick, plump, and now-bare rump cheeks against the throbbing, spraying tip of her massive shaft. The two at her breasts stood to the sides as Maloo's heavy balls churned with need. They were so full and heavy that they spread around the sides of her broad flanks, occupying even more space, and forcing her inner legs to squeeze and rub against them with every step.

Maloo turned her head, looking back, as she felt something different - something else new. Her heavy balls had always hung a bit low, a bit on the heavy side, sure, but now they positively reeked of potential. Two more of the sultry cows were paying them heed now, and with eight busy hands stroking and pulling and squeezing on her massive, oval balls, the cougartaur shuddered and bellowed again.

A second set of immense nuts formed alongside the first. Four low hanging fruit all in one fat package, gravity pulled them downwards into oblong shapes with thick, roughly furred tufts scraping the floor. Maloo's left leg twitched and spasmed in mid-air again as she ground her entire lower body forward in response. The way those huge, fat nuts swung forward before jerking to a stop, smacking against the base of her shaft, and then falling back to squeeze through her hind legs... well, it was fantastic, and as the cow in front of the immense tip opened her bright blue eyes wide and joined in with a desperate, lustful moo of her own, Maloo decided to try that again, and again, and again, and found the swinging of her exceptionally full sac something she'd not soon be tired of.

Of course, the cows could be worn out quite quickly. The blue-eyed one who went first took on a funny expression before her belly rounded outwards, followed by an impressive gain of cup sizes. Her legs splayed as the cougartaur's breeding instincts took hold, and foot after foot of hyperhard bull-powered feline shaft plowed deep into the squirming and moaning cow's backside. Maloo trembled and moaned as the eruption flowed through her. It actually took five or six heavy, pulsing throbs of her massively long arousal to get the thick spunk from her achingly heavy quadrupled-up balls to the gasping, writhing figure of the thick-rumped cow impaled on the tip, but when it hit, the wait was worth it. Maloo closed her eyes and leaned her upper torso back as her hind end dropped, slamming her huge balls down and flattening several of the cow girls underneath. Her massive stalk drove deep, plunging hard into the mooing blue-eyed bovine beneath until the lustful bellows turned into a quiet symphony of satisfied gurgles.

Much like ice cream, just one scoop wouldn't do for Maloo. Dragging her still hard, throbbing monstercock free of the dazed and delightfully dicked-down cow sprawled across the floor and leaking from every hole, Maloo turned her ravenous attention to the next in line, charging through like a true bull would. Her haunches worked overtime to keep her massive balls swinging as gallons of cream filled every employee two or three times over. At several points during the rampage, customers attempted to enter the shop, though they were either shut out by the swinging of the cougartaur's enormous tail or pulled into the fun and sandwiched between the cow employees and cougar.

It was long past closing before Maloo was sated, and from the burning ache in her sac, the reprieve was only temporary. The cow girls impressed her - they were still pleading for more with their big soulful stares and twisting, writhing hips. But Maloo was spent, and dropped to the floor on her side, allowing the cows full access to all the fun parts as she drifted off into a deep, exhausted slumber...

Only to wake with a jolt as she felt a tightness envelope her maleness. It was morning, and the light filtered into the room through windows set high up on the wall. She was standing, though assisted by an enormous sling that kept her haunches high in the air, along with another set of wide bands for her upper body and arms to rest on. A raised platform allowed several of the bovine employees to fondle and rub her thick teats until, rewarded with sprays of rich cream, they replaced their fingers with their muzzles. The cow girl wrapped around the tip of the cougartaur's hard, throbbing erection mooed with ecstacy as she was forcefully propelled forward by the shuddering of Maloo's hindquarters. When her fat nipples weren't being suckled by eager bovine lips, Maloo realized they attached large, heavy duty suction cups that milked her with a powerful rhythm. The cougar's eyes lidded over as her huge arousal bounced off the floor as the moaning cow girl impaled on the thick tip tried to hang on to her forelegs.

The cougartaur was in the back of the ice cream store. The two-story room featured clean white walls, several large windows on the second level, and banks of freezers, coolers, and mixing machines. The ice cream bar's employees bustled around in their skimpy uniforms, many still leaking thick streams of Essence of Maloo down the insides of their plump, well-used thighs, as they prepared to open for lunch. A digital countdown clock with bright red letters on a black background hung on the wall opposite. Maloo bit her lower lip and stamped her four large footpaws, which were kept just a little too far away from the floor to really get any purchase. She twisted in the sling as a steady stream of cow girl employees constantly tended to her throbbing arousal. A little sign above the countdown clock held a few words that made Maloo at once thrilled and unhappy - unhappy because she was likely to receive several parking tickets, but happy because it showed that she'd need to be constantly administered by the crowd of curvy cows for at least another three weeks until whatever they'd put into that new flavor wore off and she went back to... well, not normal, but the usual number of legs.

The blue-eyed bovine Maloo met originally appeared on the raised platform and held out a bowl of ice cream. Maloo's broad muzzle hung as slack as her oversexed body as she felt the cow girl down clench, making the hindquarters slung up in the back seize. Her huge balls flopped against the pair of worshipping bovines behind as a satisfied bellow rumbled into her underbelly. The cougar's muzzle sagged open as her eyes closed with contentment before snapping open when the blue-eyed cow girl stuffed a full spoon of Buttercream Cream Vanilla Bean with a distinctive cougarish flavor between her plump lips. The delicious iced treat was already melting down her throat when the busty bovine winked conspiratorially and leaned forward.

"Good mooooooo-rning!" she said, grinning as she leaned forward with the bowl. "Care for a second helping? You're our most popular flavor yet, and we don't want to disappoint all those hungry customers!"

Maloo's quivering flanks twitched again as she felt one of the cow girls slide under her tail, diving deep into the warm folds of the cougartaur's feminine bits. Her huge balls sloshed, swelling larger yet, as Maloo's huge shaft stretched the cow girl still wriggling around the tip.

The cougartaur turned her head. She had to shift her neck to avoid having the enormous longhorns jutting from beneath her ears on either side of her head catch on the straps. To both her left and right, a pair of large taurus - though nowhere near her own size - underwent the same attentions as she. To her left, a shaggy black and white dalmatian with a pair of black steer horns humped away at one of the groaning cow girls beneath her. Her oversized jugs bounced as she rocked front to back in her harness, using her legs to get her whole enormous figure swinging. The countdown clock in front of the dalmatian-taur read several months.

On her right, Maloo saw a foxtaur who was much smaller than either of the other two taurs. The fox's breasts were, proportionally, incredibly oversized, however, and required several additional straps to keep them aloft and connected to the massive pumping machines. Maloo felt a slight twinge of jealousy - or was that just another buxom cow mounting her shaft? The fox's knot, currently buried in the bloated figure of a gurgling, happy, very full employee, throbbed and jerked as the foxtaur's muscular haunches reared back and thrust forward again and again. The timer in front of the red- and white-furred vulpine read even longer than Maloo's.

"Gosh, you've already filled your first tank!" the blue-eyed cow girl crooned, spooning another muzzleful of rich, delicious ice cream between the groaning cougartaur's lips. Maloo groaned as her huge shaft sunk deeper yet into the wriggling cow girl pinned between her forelegs, while shuddering at the rapid stroking that made her huge balls wobble and slosh. The hours remaining on the digital timer ticked upwards. "Flavor of the month - or maybe the year!"

The End