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Milk, milk, everywhere, and not a drop to drink.

Well, technically that's not true, I reminded myself as I chewed on my dry breakfast bar. I'm practically surrounded by milk, and there's nothing really stopping from drinking it. And heck, if I did, I wouldn't have to worry about running out of milk for my cereal ever again.

I sighed as I surveyed the street around me, wishing I had someone human to talk to. After leaving the delivery truck, I spent the early morning wandering around and figuring out how bad things really were. There were a couple of cowgirls sleeping peacefully on benches or in abandoned vehicles, often with a partner and surrounded by puddles of milk. None of them seemed bothered by the wet sleeping conditions; in fact, one girl who sleeping alone seemed to be making little swimming motions and smiling in her sleep as she rolled around in the little lake her leaking chest was forming. I was careful to keep my distance, not wanting to disturb them and alerting the whole neighborhood to the presence of possibly the only human left in the city.

When I reached a street that seemed totally devoid of cowgirls, I took a seat on the hood of an abandoned vehicle to grab some food and water. With no sign of either the police or military in sight yet, I figured I was pretty much on my own. I'd need to find and secure a permanent shelter somewhere, that much I was sure of. Where should I start looking, though? The pros and cons of various buildings were going through my head as I ate; office buildings, apartments, and grocery stores were all given some thought.

I was considering the viability of hiding out in a museum when the sound of a nearby door opening caught my attention. A hand covered in electric yellow fur pressed against the metal opening bar of the door, dashing any hopes that someone human would be coming out to greet me. With a sigh, I slid down off the car hood and glanced around, deciding where to go next while keeping an eye on the incoming visitor.

"Moo! Moo! MOO!"

That's odd, I thought as I listened to the desperate, almost angry voice coming from that doorway. I couldn't tell from the angle, but for some reason the cowgirl seemed unable to get through the door. Her hand kept tugging against the bar, and even when her other hand gripped the opposite doorway she still couldn't come through. Curiosity got the better of me as I moved to get a better view of what was happening, moving to the opposite side of the street across from the doorway as I investigated the strange sight.

The red-headed cowgirl ears perked up when she saw me, a big smile lighting up her bright yellow muzzle. She tried desperately to force herself through the doorway toward me, though it was quickly obvious she wasn't going to make it through anytime soon. Sparky, as I decided to nickname her, seemed unaware that she was her own worst enemy in this situation.

I'd already seen some pretty big breasts in the past twenty-four hours, but Sparky made them all seem microscopic by comparison. I couldn't even think of anything I could compare it to size-wise. The best way I could explain it... imagine your average sized watermelon at the supermarket. Now, imagine there were two of them on her chest, and covered in the same yellow fur that covered the rest of her body. Following so far? Good, now take that image and enhance the size of said breasts to somewhere between three and four times the size of said watermelon, and make them more spherical than oblong. If you can, then you have a rough idea of what I was looking at. My mind boggled at how Sparky could even stand up with breasts large enough that they blocked the view of the rest of her body from her chest down to her thighs.

Sparky continued to try and force her way through, but with each breast almost as wide as the doorway she was trying to pass through, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. A small stream slipped out onto the concrete sidewalk as her chest was squeezed against either side of the doorway. She tried to reach toward me when I took a slow step closer to her, immediately crashing to the ground when her hands were no longer supporting her. Her large breasts cushioned her fall, causing her to drop only drop a couple of inches onto her titanic teats. She let out a pleasured gasp as the pressure caused by landing on her chest sent a little more milk spraying out of her nipples. Strangely, from what I could tell the nipples had been spared the same inflation the rest of Sparky's chest had experienced.

"Moo..." Sparky gave me a helpless, pleading look as she struggled back to her feet. Leaning against the doorway, she slid an arm underneath one of her breasts and raised it up as best she could. She wobbled a little as she tried to offer me a drink, a small dribble of milk leaking from her nipple as her big brown eyes gave me the best puppy dog look they could manage. "Moo?"

"Sorry," I apologized as I shook my head, "but I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on your generous offer. You're clearly in some distress, and I do feel bad about your situation, but I also think you'll turn on me and try to convert me the second you're able to move freely."

Sparky looked shocked that I would even suggest such a thing, gasping and covering her muzzle with her hand. Unfortunately, that was the same hand she was supporting herself with, and she was sent dropping to the ground again. Seeing that she was on her own, she tried desperately to milk herself. Her slight hands were unable to reach the small nubs sitting atop her beanbag chair sized breasts. After a bit of pathetic struggling, she had to settle for pumping and pushing the top of her breasts to create any kind of pressure. The small trickle seemed more frustrating than pleasurable to her, and it would definitely take some time for her to drain herself, especially without any help. I decided to take off before said help decided to show up.

I continued down the abandoned city streets, keeping an eye out for any sign of human life as I skirted around the various sleeping cowgirls. The fur colors and patterns varied for all of them, and while all of them were well developed in the chest area, it seemed that Sparky was something of an anomaly. She could barely even move with them, much less milk herself or her fellow cowgirls, and share in the mindless pleasure of being a simple, happy cowgirl...

I tried to shake myself back to reality as those thoughts entered my head a little too easily. Being surrounded by all these cowgirls was definitely having an effect on me. I wasn't about to throw myself into their arms, but being surrounded by busty, horny women constantly pleasuring themselves and others had been grinding away at my willpower. I was almost thankful for running across Sparky in her stuck and nearly helpless state. If nothing else, that made me feel a little better about resisting what seemed like such a pleasurable condition to its victims.

My resolve slightly reinforced, I continued to search and scavenge whatever I safely could. I did notice a couple of cowgirls who were sleeping off the nights activities in abandoned vehicles, so I was cautious when I found the police cruiser sitting in the middle of an intersection with its door half open. Peering inside revealed it was empty, and judging from the police uniform that lay nearby, it was a safe bet the original driver was not in a position to complain about a civilian going through his vehicle for anything useful.

Remembering that police officers carried a small arsenal of weapons on them, I checked the belt of the uniform first anything useful. I wasn't surprised to find the gun was missing; though they seemed to focus almost purely on pleasure and milking, it seemed like some of the cowgirls had some sense of self-preservation as well. There were several other empty holsters, suggesting that pepper spray, a stun gun and a baton were also missing. There was almost nothing of any sort of value on the clothes, except...

"Is this a video camera?" A thin wire connected what looked like a battery attached to the belt to a small ear piece that had a video camera attached to it. I knew that police vehicles have camera's mounted on them to record traffic stops, so this must have been the human equivalent. Flipping open a cover on the battery showed an SD card inside; maybe this could explain how the police had been so useless at preventing the outbreak. I stuck the camera and battery into a pocket of my backpack, deciding to watch it later when I was somewhere a little more secure. I also took the radio as well, hoping that I could make contact with someone human later.

A search of the inside of the car itself turned up nothing useful. A rack that might have held a shotgun was empty, and none of the self-defense weapons that were missing from the officer's belt were inside. Finding the release for the trunk, I popped it open and searched there as well. The spare tire wouldn't be much use, and neither would most of what looked like an evidence collection kit. One piece of it, however, did catch my attention.

"Well, I did want to be a crime scene investigator when I was a kid..." I said to myself as I pulled out an expensive looking camera and slipped the strap around my neck, "...but I guess I'll have to settle for being an investigative reporter."

I played around with the camera for a little while, figuring out how it worked. I didn't want to use the video camera for fear of erasing what might have been on there already, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to take a couple of pictures every now and then. If the outbreak had been limited to the city, I would at least have some proof about what had happened in case whoever was behind all this tried to cover it up. And if nothing else, maybe I could use the pictures to make a little cash after this is all over. I'm sure someone out there would pay good money for pictures of naked, horny and lesbian(or bi-sexual) cowgirls.

As I practiced with the zoom function, I spotted a familiar face starting to head in my direction a good three blocks away. It seemed like Sparky had managed to release enough milk to become mobile, though her breasts were still probably about three times the size of a basketball. Each step was long and slow, and it seemed like she might tip over at any moment, but I could make out a look of determination on her face that I hadn't seen on any of the other cowgirls who'd given chase to me so far.

I smirked a little as I took a couple of practice shots of Sparky with the camera. I would need to get moving soon, but I could walk about as fast as she was running at this point. What should I call a series of pictures about a cowgirl attempting to run? Moving Milk? Cow Chase? Mammaries in Motion?

"Hmm?" I was almost too caught up in picture taking and making a title to notice it at first, but something seemed off. Quickly flipping back through the series of photos I had taken confirmed my suspicions that Sparky was slowly changing as she approached. Her breasts were getting smaller as she ran toward me, and she was slowly starting to pick up speed. Another quick picture confirmed that the milk wasn't just being burned off; it was being converted into something else. She seemed a little taller than where I'd guessed her height to be at when I first saw her, and were strangely thick compared to the rest of her body, which besides from her chest was very thin and feminine.

I wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but Sparky was quickly closing what had seemed like a fairly safe gap between us a few moments ago. The camera jostled and bounced on my chest as I ran, but I had no time to ditch it or my pack at this point. Trying to do that while running could throw off my balance, and judging from the sound of footsteps that seemed to be slowly getting closer, anything that slowed me down at this point would be the end of my humanity.

"Look, I'm sorry about not helping you before!" I apologized to my pursuer as I searched desperately for somewhere to hide or something to shake her off me. "In my defense, though, by chasing me like this you're also proving my point about being you trying to covert me the second you got a chance!"

That didn't seem to do anything to dissuade Sparky. Her footfalls sounded closer than ever, and though I dare not look back for fear of losing more speed checking on her, I was certain she was no more than a few steps behind. While I was in fairly good health for an office worker, I definitely wasn't a marathon runner, either. My legs were starting to burn, and my breath was coming in short, rapid bursts as I felt myself beginning to tire. At an upcoming intersection, I turned off the main road toward a side street, hoping maybe cowgirls couldn't corner very well.

BAM!

"Oof! Ow!" I turned a little too tightly and smashed against a trash can that had been lying on the sidewalk. That sent the contents of the can spewing out onto the street and sent me sprawling to the sidewalk. The camera clattered against the ground next to my head as I managed to push it away just enough so I didn't land directly on it.

I'd barely had time to register the pain of my fall when I remembered Sparky was still right behind me. I turned as best I could onto my back, preparing myself for a wrestling match that I would probably lose. I was hurt and exhausted against a determined opponent who'd been pursing me throughout the city. There was no way I could escape...

...except that Sparky hadn't even seemed to notice I'd fallen. Her eyes seemed locked on something ahead of us and allowed me to see that what had been a subtle change in her at first was now drastically obvious. Her breasts were practically non-existent now compared to the rest of the cowgirls I'd seen, roughly the size of pair of baseballs. It was also very clear that some of the mass she'd lost from her chest went to her legs. They were incredibly muscular and overdeveloped, to the point that even a few feet away and with the fur I could make out massive veins pulsing under the skin. It wasn't a straight mass to mass conversion; otherwise Sparky would've had thighs thicker than the trash can I'd just tripped over. Still, while some of the cowgirls had seemed a little muscular, this was a new extreme. Was this some kind of mutation that allowed Sparky to convert her milk to muscle in a certain part of her body? Maybe it centralized in her legs because she was running so much? I mean, I'd heard about food going right to your thighs, but milk?

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Sparky's moo bought me back to the reality of my situation, and I prepared myself for a fight. I was surprised when Sparky chose flight, however, and used her powerful legs to carry her quickly around the corner of the block we'd just come from. Within moments, she was gone.

I blinked and sat up slowly, my brain still trying to catch up with the weirdness of what had just happened. Sparky had only spoken in moos, but I could still make out the tone of her voice. Judging by that last moo, and how shocked she looked, she must have seen something that scared her. Forget scared; she was downright terrified of whatever she had just seen.

I quickly rose and scanned the street, not sure if what had scared a cowgirl would be good or bad for me. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary at first. A couple of cars, the trash can I'd tripped over, a few apartment buildings, a gym and... wait, was THAT what scared her? It didn't make much sense at first, but neither did a lot of what was happening right now. There were no cowgirls in sight of the building, and as I opened the surprisingly unlocked door and searched inside, I could find no sign of life anywhere inside, either.

Do you remember when you were a kid on your birthday, and your parents took you to your favorite restaurant? You'd go and get the kids meal with a toy, and you were the happiest kid in the world. My favorite place was Beef Kingdom, and when I was a kid it was the greatest place on Earth to me. Whenever I went there, I felt like I could stay there forever.

As I looked at the picture of the giant cartoon knight Sir Grillihad that served at the mascot for the company above the counter, with the hamburger emblazoned on his shield and a spatula in place of a sword in his hand, I started to think maybe I would have to make that childhood idea come true.