Ever thought eating a bowl of corn flakes could fuck up your whole life? Well, for me, it most certainly has as of last week.
My roommate like to go to Dor-mart and get the cheapest food he can buy, no matter the quality. This included the milk he had sitting in the fridge for a few weeks. Mine had just run out and I figured I'd finish the milk he had off and buy some fresh stuff from my store to try and be a good roommate. It was expired for only a day, and it seemed to pass the smell test, although it did have an odd tinge to it. I shrugged it off, thinking this was just because it was the cheap stuff and was probably loaded with chemicals, instead of, you know, cows milk. I didn't see the harm with pour the stuff into my cereal. Besides, dry cereal always made me gassy.
It didn't taste any different, just like regular breakfast. But damn did the cramps hit me quick. Like five minutes after I finished the bowl, my guts were going apeshit. I started to feel really sick and bloated so I decided to try and puke the stuff up, but before I could make it to the bathroom, a gurgling down under my stomach alerted me to the rapidly swelling, balloon of flesh taking over my lower torso. A "what the fuck" came out little louder than a whisper as I watched it slowly take a pinkish hue and four little fleshy fingers push out of the front. It finally dawned on me what I was looking at: a big udder like a cow's. It finished expanding about the size of a melon, and was about as heavy. I poked at it to try and wrap my head around what the fuck was happening to me. But before I could probe any further I felt my chest get the same gurgle-y cramps my guts had. Within seconds, my formerly scrawny pecs inflated, at first into little cone-like man boobs, then fwoomping out into giant, heaving tits. For what I could only imagine as balance, my hips and ass followed suit, gaining mass at an incredible rate. I now owned a massive pair of knockers, a fat, bouncy ass and an inhuman udder. The ordeal was as strange as it was erotic, and my dick was harder than iron as it pressed into the bottom of the udder. This didn't last long, as even though I remained erect, I could feel my dick pulling away from the milky sack and up into my body, creating a new cavity. The only evidence of its existence sat as a new clit, engorged and buzzing with sensation.
My whole body felt tight and my bones were creaking as they shifting into smaller, more feminine shapes. My hands and feet became dainty and small, while my hips curved outward more, changing the way I stood. Eventually the tightness reached my face and neck, for a few moments I couldn't breathe, my throat felt choked by the new form it was taking. Once I got the ability to breathe again, a sharp pain slammed my temples, like imagine the worst migraine you've ever had and then add the fact the fucking bones are now growing from your head. Yeah, that's right, I grew horns too. They weren't even small either, they framed my head and felt huge on my smaller hands. The features on my face began shifting around painfully, my nose shrank and seemed to widen, which I guessed was probably a subtle cow feature (I took some solace in not having a full cow's head at least). My lips puffed out became visible in my peripheral, as well as the longer and darker eyelashes that grew and the long hair that fell into my face and on my back. After my face stopped twitching, I tested out my voice and heard a cute alto in place of my normal gruff male tenor, which for some reason freaked me out more than the damn udder hanging over my freakin lady parts I have now.
I hardly even noticed the thing brushing my leg after everything that had transpired, I only noticed it because it was starting to annoy me- a fucking tail, are you shitting me, I had a fucking cow's tail. I tried moving it but it seemed to do its own thing, brushing my leg or wagging whenever it wanted.
Awesome...
I felt exhausted after all that, so much my dumb brain actually considered getting breakfast again. As FUN as that would be I really needed to take a look at my whole body. I stared inti the mirror for a long time. I leaned in and saw every bit of my new body, looking down just wasn't going to happen anymore, between the huge boobs and udder, I had to probe with my hands to feel my new nether lips and inner things. I was wet by the time I heard the door close and I realized my roommate was back from class. "OH-ho-ho, I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch", I thought. But upon leaving the bathroom to intercept the milk-saboteur, I noticed my breasts feeling tighter, like they were filling with- no, no, no. A tiny dribble ran down my left nipple and hit the floor with a plink. My udder was getting the same feeling, before it sagged a bit and the teats hung a bit, but now everything felt full and stiff. My mind felt muddled and hot, like I needed to release all the pressure at once. I moaned my roommate's name and called him to come help. There wasn't time to explain to him why a busty half-cow woman was leaking milk all over his floor in his house. I just told him- no begged him to milk me.
I leaned over the sink and started on my breasts, he hesitantly got behind me and grabbed the teats on my udder gently and first, but then got into a rhythm and was pulling and kneading the milk out. The feeling was heaven, like I had four dicks that were being jerked off all at once, thats the only way I can describe it. In the haze, I turned and begged him to suck the milk from my breasts, not even thinking about what the milk would do to his body like it did mine. He began draining my breasts and when he looked up at me I could see he was already transforming.
It seemed the milk had a compounded effect on him, not only were all of his parts more exaggerated in size, but his hands had lost some fingers and were kind of half-hooved. He looked at his body and then back up at me and realized who I was. I tried telling him what happened about the bad milk and stuff but I could barely put words together. Everything I said took longer to say, especially if it had an "m" or "o" in the word. Syllables got stretched out and big words were harder to speak. I wasn't alone, my roommate was reduced to small words and short sentences like we were getting dumber, but I knew I could think just fine, it was talking that was a chore. It got worse over the next few hours, eventually all we could do was moo at each other. Luckily, I got to keep my hands and had the idea to call the number on the back of the milk bottle. When a woman's voice answered I moo-ed into it and could hear her call out to somebody else there, "we got another one, boss."
Later that day, a man came to the house and told us what was wrong, and that the formula for the batch of milk we got was tainted and that they were working on a cure but it wasn't looking good. Except the milk we produce shouldn't be contagious after a few days when the tainted milk works its way out of our systems. They promised to compensate us in lieu of a lawsuit, which meant a-lot of money for the two of us to live comfortably, including some industrial grade milk machines to take care of our little problems. Even though it feels awesome, its a huge hassle. I guess it could be worse for me, I could have weird hands like my roommate. Goddam they're wierd lookin.
Pictures owned by TF-Warlock, not me.
It didn't taste any different, just like regular breakfast. But damn did the cramps hit me quick. Like five minutes after I finished the bowl, my guts were going apeshit. I started to feel really sick and bloated so I decided to try and puke the stuff up, but before I could make it to the bathroom, a gurgling down under my stomach alerted me to the rapidly swelling, balloon of flesh taking over my lower torso. A "what the fuck" came out little louder than a whisper as I watched it slowly take a pinkish hue and four little fleshy fingers push out of the front. It finally dawned on me what I was looking at: a big udder like a cow's. It finished expanding about the size of a melon, and was about as heavy. I poked at it to try and wrap my head around what the fuck was happening to me. But before I could probe any further I felt my chest get the same gurgle-y cramps my guts had. Within seconds, my formerly scrawny pecs inflated, at first into little cone-like man boobs, then fwoomping out into giant, heaving tits. For what I could only imagine as balance, my hips and ass followed suit, gaining mass at an incredible rate. I now owned a massive pair of knockers, a fat, bouncy ass and an inhuman udder. The ordeal was as strange as it was erotic, and my dick was harder than iron as it pressed into the bottom of the udder. This didn't last long, as even though I remained erect, I could feel my dick pulling away from the milky sack and up into my body, creating a new cavity. The only evidence of its existence sat as a new clit, engorged and buzzing with sensation.
My whole body felt tight and my bones were creaking as they shifting into smaller, more feminine shapes. My hands and feet became dainty and small, while my hips curved outward more, changing the way I stood. Eventually the tightness reached my face and neck, for a few moments I couldn't breathe, my throat felt choked by the new form it was taking. Once I got the ability to breathe again, a sharp pain slammed my temples, like imagine the worst migraine you've ever had and then add the fact the fucking bones are now growing from your head. Yeah, that's right, I grew horns too. They weren't even small either, they framed my head and felt huge on my smaller hands. The features on my face began shifting around painfully, my nose shrank and seemed to widen, which I guessed was probably a subtle cow feature (I took some solace in not having a full cow's head at least). My lips puffed out became visible in my peripheral, as well as the longer and darker eyelashes that grew and the long hair that fell into my face and on my back. After my face stopped twitching, I tested out my voice and heard a cute alto in place of my normal gruff male tenor, which for some reason freaked me out more than the damn udder hanging over my freakin lady parts I have now.
I hardly even noticed the thing brushing my leg after everything that had transpired, I only noticed it because it was starting to annoy me- a fucking tail, are you shitting me, I had a fucking cow's tail. I tried moving it but it seemed to do its own thing, brushing my leg or wagging whenever it wanted.
Awesome...
I leaned over the sink and started on my breasts, he hesitantly got behind me and grabbed the teats on my udder gently and first, but then got into a rhythm and was pulling and kneading the milk out. The feeling was heaven, like I had four dicks that were being jerked off all at once, thats the only way I can describe it. In the haze, I turned and begged him to suck the milk from my breasts, not even thinking about what the milk would do to his body like it did mine. He began draining my breasts and when he looked up at me I could see he was already transforming.
It seemed the milk had a compounded effect on him, not only were all of his parts more exaggerated in size, but his hands had lost some fingers and were kind of half-hooved. He looked at his body and then back up at me and realized who I was. I tried telling him what happened about the bad milk and stuff but I could barely put words together. Everything I said took longer to say, especially if it had an "m" or "o" in the word. Syllables got stretched out and big words were harder to speak. I wasn't alone, my roommate was reduced to small words and short sentences like we were getting dumber, but I knew I could think just fine, it was talking that was a chore. It got worse over the next few hours, eventually all we could do was moo at each other. Luckily, I got to keep my hands and had the idea to call the number on the back of the milk bottle. When a woman's voice answered I moo-ed into it and could hear her call out to somebody else there, "we got another one, boss."
Later that day, a man came to the house and told us what was wrong, and that the formula for the batch of milk we got was tainted and that they were working on a cure but it wasn't looking good. Except the milk we produce shouldn't be contagious after a few days when the tainted milk works its way out of our systems. They promised to compensate us in lieu of a lawsuit, which meant a-lot of money for the two of us to live comfortably, including some industrial grade milk machines to take care of our little problems. Even though it feels awesome, its a huge hassle. I guess it could be worse for me, I could have weird hands like my roommate. Goddam they're wierd lookin.
Pictures owned by TF-Warlock, not me.
