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Freebies are short stories written live during a stream. People are chosen at random to get a story based on their ideas and characters.

Freebies #57: Muscles Edition This stream was all about getting some nice, big muscles!

Iola is (C) RayO_ElGatoBelo

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Iola rolled her eyes as she waited for the director to begin the shoot. She normally didn't do advertisements, but the Hollywood starlet was tempted by this one. A free trip to Holland, or the Netherlands, or whatever it was called, she still wasn't sure, as well as a lot of money. Plus, the commercial wouldn't be played back in the states, so her Hollywood career was safe.

Iola Kay was a rising star. Blonde, skinny, with a wholesome outwards appearance, she appealed to both the conservative Midwest states and the more liberal coasts. Audiences liked her in comedy, action, and romantic films, though she had yet to score a really huge blockbuster.

The day was nice, at least. A perfect blue sky overhead, a quaint, bustling street next to the small park where they were going to shoot the commercial. All she had to do was stand there, take a sip, and smile. There were a few lines she was supposed to say, but she mangled the phonetic transcript of whatever language they spoke here that she asked for, and got, someone else to do the voiceover later in post.

One of the half-dozen or so production assistants came up and handed her a fresh can of "Minotaur Energy" drink. It was new and unpopular. The commercial was supposed to help change that. Next to Iola was a stack of cans shaped like a bull's head.

"Okay! We are ready to begin!" someone shouted. The bustling activity ceased and Iola straightened her shoulders back, put on a big, sincere Hollywood smile, and faced the camera. To her left, someone turned on a large fan, causing her hair to dramatically blow across her face.

"Cue lights! Cue sound!" the director shouted. "Action!"

"Hi. I'm Iola Kay. When I need some quick energy, I grab the bull by the horns!"

Such a cheesy line. Thank God nobody back home would see this, Iola thought.

She cracked open the can and, per the instructions, took several large gulps, turning to the side for the cameras.

"Cut! Great, let's do another!"

Iola sighed. The stuff didn't taste bad, at least. Kind of salty. She'd already been through two cans earlier and was definitely feeling a buzz. It was kind of like the vodka and Red Bull she liked at the bars, but with more flavor and less carbonation.

"Hi. I'm Iola Kay, and when I need quick energy, I grab the bull by the horns!"

Iola took a few gulps from a fresh can and grinned at the camera.

"Let's do one more! Action!"

"Hi. I'm Iola Kay..."

How many shots were they going to need? Iola smacked her lips. She was definitely drinking too much of this stuff. Her lips were tingling and her stomach felt a little funny. She waited for the "Cut!" before tugging her light blue summer dress back into place. She took a deep breath and winced as her toes cracked. The small pink heels they'd put her in felt uncomfortable after standing in one place so long.

"Okay, last one. Let's get it perfect!"

Iola took a fresh can from the assistant and managed not to grimace. She wasn't sure if it was healthy to drink so much of the stuff. She wanted to put water in the cans, but the director said the "snap" of the tab popping it open was too important to lose.

"Hi. I'm Iola Kay, and when I need some quick energy, I grab the bull by the horns!"

Snap, hiss, glug, glug, glug...

Iola's eyes popped open as her toes cracked again. The can fell from her fingers and a low gasp ran over her lips. Something was definitely wrong. She didn't feel ill, but just... strange.

"Keep rolling! This is the shot!"

Iola barely heard the director as she leaned over, clutching her stomach. Something twinged at the base of her spine and she gasped again. It wasn't painful, but definitely uncomfortable. What was going on? Where was her cell phone? She had to call her manager... this was ridiculous... she had to go to the hospital... too many energy drinks...

The skinny young blonde lurched backwards, tumbling into the stack of Minotaur Energy cans, knocking them over. A loud, deep bovine "Moo!" erupted from her throat as she clasped her hands over her breasts. Having stood up straight, it was obvious now how much larger they'd grown in just a few short moments. The thin fabric clung to each large orb, each several cup sizes bigger. Something twitched under her dress in the back, above her ass, lifting her skirt up and exposing her white cotton panties.

She let out another uncontrollable "Moooooo!" as she tipped over, no longer able to keep her balance in the petite high heels on her feet. Her toes had cracked again, turning black and hardening, drawing in to form a set of hooves instead of human feet. Iola rolled to her side and got back up, hands going to her stomach as thick brown and white fur sprouted across her entire body.

Within moments, every square inch of Iola's perfect, pale skin had been covered in a unique, blotchy pattern of chestnut brown and pure white. She stared at her arms in dismay as she tried to speak, but found the words stuck in her throat.

"Keep rolling! This is it!"

Was she... was she turning into a... a cow? Iola's head spun as the excessive energy she felt from all those drinks coursed through her. Her breasts continued to swell, soon stretching her blue summer dress out and pulling it up, over her waist and stomach. At the same time, she felt incredible pressure and power grow inside her, as though her skin wasn't big enough to hold all her insides. She hunched over again, new hooves digging into the grass, and clutched at her stomach with both arms.

When she pulled them away, her perfectly toned, smooth stomach had been replaced with a large, and growing, udder. It hung off her lower stomach, just below her bellybutton, and quickly swelled outwards. Her hands went to it, pressing against the smooth new skin. Four thick teats protruded from the swollen center, which felt firm against her palms. The whole thing sloshed as she pushed on it.

"What... mmmffff..."

Iola finally found her voice, but it quickly degenerated into a groan as her lips thickened and turned black. Her nostrils flared, spreading outwards, as the bridge of her nose lifted and spread as well, flattening out. Her teeth flattened in front and she pressed her fingers to her face, feeling the changes. At the same time, her body began to grow larger and thicker, filling out her formerly skinny and lithe frame with new muscles.

Another loud "Moo!" echoed across the public park as she twitched her brown ears, now positioned to the sides of her head. Atop her head, a pair of petite gray horns pushed out from her skull. Her eyes, once blue but now brown and watery, opened wide in shock as she flexed her arms and legs, gasping at the feeling of power in every limb. Her biceps curled, bulging outwards into taut balls of pure muscle. Under her heavy breasts, DD-cups and still growing fast, her stomach tightened, sucking in with every breath, causing her udder to wobble. The ridges of a six-pack came into view, deep enough to be easily visible even under her thick new pelt of splotchy white and brown.

Iola grunted as she continued to grow. One hand went to her udder, wrapping around one of her teats. It felt so warm and large in her hand and, when she squeezed, a stream of thick cream shot out of the tip, alleviating some of the growing pressure. It felt incredible. She squeezed again, and again, while her other hand roamed her breasts, massaging her aching nipples, until they, too, began to leak milk.

More cow-like than human at this point, Iola was unrecognizable from before. The director and crew continued to film as she grew larger and larger, past six feet, past seven. She flexed her body again, demonstrating the size and power of her new muscles, which were very necessary to carry around the massive weight of her breasts and udder.

Her dress stretched across the upper part of her chest, above her breasts. The hems and seams frayed as she kept growing. Around her waist, her white panties finally gave out, ripping into two halves and freeing the bovine's round, thick rump. A long, tufted tail swung behind her as she mooed again, gasping for breath as a mix of pleasure and power ran through her.

Iola forgot all about the commercial, all about the passing pedestrians, all about anything else as she milked her teats and massaged her breasts. Milk poured down her thighs and belly, forming a puddle around her black hooves. Her thighs swelled as a heat grew in between her legs, making her gasp anew. The dress finally went as she surged past eight feet in height and fell to the ground in tatters, ripped in half by the sheer size of her chest.

The lust in her loins continued to grow. She panted heavily, thick lips pouting, broad tongue licking across them eagerly. She'd never felt anything close to this kind of heat before... her pussy felt like it was on fire. She mooed again, frantically, and stumbled through the spilled cans of Minotaur Energy towards a nearby park bench and lamppost. The camera followed her as her thick cowhide stretched taut across her massive new body, four feet taller than before, three times as wide. Her udder swayed heavily back and forth, sloshing from all the milk inside, while the four fat teats dribbled constantly. Her breasts topped out, finally, somewhere off the scale. They hung out from her incredibly strong pectoral muscles, firm and huge, hardly sagging at all despite their size thanks to the strength in her upper chest.

Without thinking - at this point, rational thought was a scarce commodity for the Hollywood starlet - Iola wrapped one brown-furred hand around the midsection of the lamppost and yanked on it. She ripped it from the concrete with surprising ease. What she did next, however, surprised even the director.

"If you miss this shot, I'll kill you!"

Iola dropped onto her heavy hindquarters, which flatted against the dark green grass. Spreading her legs, she maneuvered the top of the lamppost into a familiar position. The post was topped with a large, smooth plastic ball, followed by a decorative post with many round ridges and bumps, and finally the main length. Dirt and concreted drifted off the uprooted base as she swung it into the air, aiming the top between her legs.

The cameras didn't miss a single frame as Iola pushed the lamppost against her thick pussy lips, spreading them apart. Her head tipped back as her biceps bulged, shoving the plastic and metal post deeper, spreading herself open. Her pussy tingled unbearably as she climaxed immediately; a river of feminine juices pooled into the grass and ran down to the street, spilling over onto the sidewalk.

The amount she produced was quite surprising and the production assistants quickly began picking up electric cables as the flood approached them. The heifer was over nine feet tall now, furiously masturbating herself with a lamppost, and mooing constantly. Milk shot out of all four teats and both nipples as she kept growing stronger and thicker, more powerful by the moment. Her skin shifted as more muscles grew in underneath, fattening up and flexing.

Her long blonde hair fell around the sides of her broad muzzle as she leaned forward. One hand kept a firm grip on the lamppost, working the round plastic at the top in and out of her aching pussy, while the other hefted a massive breast towards her lips. She closed her blunt teeth around the thick nipple and pursed her lips, kissing and suckling on the pink flesh, urging a stronger flow of milk over her tongue. Her constant mooing grew fainter as her mouth filled with her own cream and she came again, this time even more strongly, sending a near wave of honey through the grass.

Iola flopped onto her backside, writhing and gasping, legs spreading and closing, clenching around the pole, breasts jiggling. Milk poured from her udder, swamping the grass further as her hips lifted into the air. Her hand forced the lamppost in deeper, until barely half of it was left sticking out of engorged pussy. She came again, and again, each time sending out a flood of sticky, musky feminine honey. It smelled, coincidentally, much like the Minotaur Energy drink.

Iola squirmed and rolled over, pinning her incredibly round breasts under her chest, flattening them against the smooth grass, which tickled her sensitive nipples. She lifted her hips into the air, tail lifting, making the lamppost swing back and forth in mid-air. She mooed again, loudly, and grasped her fingers at the ground as she came one more time. Her udder swung beneath her as she climaxed, flooding the street completely, sending pedestrians scurrying to the other side of the road as though this were a normal occurrence for them.

Exhausted at long last, with the fire in her pussy sated, Iola moaned reached back, gradually working the lamppost out of her thick pussy lips. The action sent thrills of pleasure up her spin, which arched, causing the blotchy brown and white patterns to shift across her supremely muscular backside and shoulders. Her long tongue lolled out of her broad muzzle as the smell of sex and grass drifted through her nostrils.

"Okay, great! Cut! Perfect shot, Iola! Good work!"

The director and production assistants shook hands, trading congratulations for the good work. Iola grunted, opened her mouth, and took a bite of grass. She was a vegetarian, after all.

The director approached and smiled down at her. "Oh, before I forget... Minotaur Energy wants me to offer you this."

He dropped a sheaf of papers onto a dry bit of ground near her head.

"It's a contract to become the face of Minotaur Energy! Exciting, yes? Well, we've called you a car to take you to your hotel. I'll send you a copy of the ad once we've got it finished!"

The director walked off, leaving Iola laying in a deep puddle of her own milk and juices, while, in the street, shopkeepers washed off the sidewalk with hoses. The heifer stared at the contract, which, she noticed, included on the front page a line about "free cans of Minotaur Energy for life..."

Where was a pen when you needed one?

The end.