Second Changes - Maggie

When one tit was done, Maggie started the other. A small, white puddle formed near her feet, so she took a break to toss some discarded laundry beneath her to catch her production. She stifled her moans as to not disturb Michael, but as her arousal built, she let a couple slip.

Finally, the spurts stopped. Maggie slowly crawled into her bed and reached down to give herself yet another orgasm. She fled the cold under her blanket, and curled up to sleep.

In her dreams, she was in the field again, crying out for her mate. It was then that Maggie realized she sounded like a cow.

* * *

Michael was woken by Maggie's grunts the next morning. She was sitting on her ass, weakly reaching towards her toes not too far from the couch, squeezed into a set of form fitting clothes two sizes too small for her.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Maggie looked at herself, confused, then at him vacantly.

"I'm not sure. I was..." she started before trailing off in a quiet whisper. "I usually do yoga right now. I was...oh!"

Maggie tried to lean forward, stretching her hands towards her feet again. She gasped and struggled, but didn't get her fingers too far past her knees. Finally, she gave up, then looked back to Michael.

"I'm obviously super flexible," she said, grinning. She sighed. Her eyes slowly became hungry as she gazed at him. Michael was nude, and sporting morning wood. She climbed to her feet, staring at his cock as if in a trance. He rose too, giving her some space beside him to sit. She reeked of exercise and arousal, but Michael couldn't resist her pressing against him when she leaned over for a kiss. In fact, he loved her smell.

So much that he pushed her over, wrestled her tight pants down, and dug his face into her pussy. She was hot and wet already. It wasn't until he was already drinking her that he noticed the dried cum still on her thighs. By that point he was too far into it to care if she hadn't washed. She tasted wonderful.

Meanwhile, Maggie clawed at her tits through the top, writhed, and moaned, practically howling with delight. She set off in a fit of bovine moans as she started gushing over his tongue.

Michael wrestled atop her and slid in. Maggie shivered; they began to move with each other. She moaned some more, just as loud and animalistic. She tried to get out of her shirt, but her body wasn't having it. Michael stopped thrusting for a moment to help.

Maggie slid out of the top like a butterfly exiting a cocoon. Even with a lust-fogged mind, it was hard for Michael not to notice how much thicker she looked. It was visible in her hips, thighs, even her tits...Michael ignored it and got back to fucking. He kissed her then grabbed one of her udders and pushed it into his mouth. Her long, meaty nipple pressed into his tongue, so he pushed back.

And was rewarded with an unexpected gush of warm, sweet dairy.

He recoiled, sliding out of Maggie and letting what he had sucked up dribble to the floor. Still, the sweet, electric flavor coated his tongue. He looked at her, eyes wide with surprise. Maggie looked scared, as if she had done something wrong. Small, white beads formed on her nipples, and the look slowly faded into emotionless vacancy.

"What is..." Michael started before the beads became small streams. "Are you pregnant?"

Maggie's eyes lit up, and she smiled eagerly.

"I hope so," she said, giving a weak chuckle. She squeezed a tit then, and sent a spurt onto him. "You came in me a lot of times last night. That's what happens, right?" She was touching herself now and panting. "Make my belly all big and..."

"No!" Michael exclaimed, frustrated. It wasn't that it wasn't hot, just... "I'm talking about now. Are you literally carrying a baby inside you?"

"No," Maggie said, laying back to enjoy her masturbation and milking. "I'm on the pill. I'm just hornyyyyyy."

She mooed to punctuate. Michael was about to ask about that too, but there was a knock at the door. Maggie didn't budge, even on the second knock.

"Do you want to get that?" Michael asked. Maggie stopped and looked at him, seemingly confused. The person at the door banged; Maggie's head snapped towards it. She lazily wobbled to her feet and stumbled towards the door, then surprisingly flipped both of her locks and swung the door open.

There was a small, dark skinned woman at the door. Next to Maggie, she looked like a dwarf; he hadn't realized what an amazon Maggie was. Her eyes quickly moved up and down Maggie's body, growing wider as they reached the bottom and bounced back up; her mouth dropped open.

"Maggie?" she said.

"Hey, what's up?" Maggie asked lazily. She leaned against the doorframe and pushed her ass towards Michael. He appreciated it. The other woman looked past the larger blonde at him, frowned, then turned her attention back to Maggie.

She stared at Maggie's tits, then moved her eyes up to Maggie's face as she tried to continue, "You're making a lot of...uh...noise...so could you please..." She snuck a brief peak down. "Could you put some clothes on?"

"Sorry," Maggie said, looking down at herself. She looked back at Michael, smiled, then turned back to the woman at the door. "Just having some fun with my buff boyfriend." Maggie giggled, and looked at him again. "His name is Michael.

"Hi," the unknown woman said, a little thrown off. She exchanged a wave with Michael. "I'm...uh...Abbey."

Maggie nonchalantly pushed one of her big nipples to her mouth and sucked as Abbey watched, mouth agape. The blonde lifted her head after a moment and swallowed. Michael's mouth watered; he could still taste the milk in his mouth. Maggie squeezed and sent a spurt at Abbey's face. She giggled as her neighbor retreated from the door into the hallway.

"The fuck?!" Michael heard Abbey shout from in the hallway. Maggie watched her go, then literally mooed. She frowned and looked at Michael.

"Did I just moo?" she asked. Michael nodded. He was staring at her dribbling tit. Maggie followed his eyes, then grabbed her nipple and rolled it between her fingers. She shivered, and mooed again. Her eyes widened, and she quickly closed the door. Her nipples were leaking heavily as she lowered herself to the floor. She sighed as gravity pulled her leaking tits towards the ground. She mooed again as she looked up at Michael. She was chewing on a lip. "Is this weird?"

"It's kinda sexy," he said, reaching down to touch himself. He didn't know why this was so hot, but it was. She quivered and gave a soft groan, then smiled.

"Yeah?" Drool dripped from her mouth. She mooed again. Her eyes were drifting off. "Hey, would you help me?" She waved at her udders. Her eyes were desperate.

"Of course," he said, entranced. He helped her to her feet, then over to the couch. She flopped back, then pushed an udder into her mouth; Michael took the other, hungrily. Before he faded out of space and time, lost in her flavor, he pressed his fingers into her slit.

* * *

She felt like a pillow person: her heavy, sagging tits with their huge, elongated nipples; her growing paunch; especially her wide ass. She didn't feel fat, just soft and silky. In fact, if there was a perfect way to feel, Maggie was there. Which was weird considering every other thought seemed to be about draining her full tits, getting Michael's cum inside her, or eating.

I should be more distressed about that, right? Mental crickets answered.

Their breakfast went straight to her tits. They swelled and tingled, growing ripe with creamy production. When she let down into Michael's mouth, she knew the flow had become her religion.

Moos became her language:

She needed milking. Moo.

She was horny. Moo.

She was hungry. Moo. Moo. Moo!

So it seemed she was a cow. Maggie pieced together that whatever part of her brain that did words was probably now fully cow, as was whatever sent the tingles into her slit. The thick, bovinity snuck into the rest of her brain unopposed; she didn't have the energy to resist.

Michael left at some point, came back with food, then fucked her until he came. She licked his cock clean like it was a treat while she did herself. Afterwards, they feasted on the things he had brought back with him. So many easy to make, warm, tasty foods. Maggie tried not to zone while she ate, but she did anyway. Cows didn't seem to think much.

After eating, they both rested on the couch. Michael was soon insisting she get him off again. He didn't say much to her, just fucked, ate, or moved around. Lazily, she jerked him off, then stuffed the resulting cum into her pussy with her fingers automatically; cows did not waste cum. He lavished in the sensation briefly before he was on feet, moving again. She fell asleep to him doing push-ups.

When Maggie woke, she was leaking. She mooed instinctively to call Michael. He was near soon, sucking on a tit...udder; she supposed she should call them what they were. She mooed along, trying to express her pleasure. She embraced the lazy calm and simple urges as she marveled at the flow once more, at the sensation of producing.

Someone knocked at the front door. Michael had to get it. She felt too lazy to get up. Too soft.

It was Abbey. Sweating, shaking Abbey. In a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, perky nipples stiff and inviting, Abbey. Her eyes found Maggie right away. She strolled past Michael into the apartment, then headed straight for the cow. Instinctively, Maggie pushed her dribbling tits...udders up towards Abbey and mooed, offering her production to her neighbor. Abbey immediately latched her mouth on and started sucking.

Michael stood and stroked himself as he watched. Abbey pushed her firm ass up towards him and mashed her clit with her fingers through her panties. When Maggie dried up on that side, Abbey latched onto the other tit...udder hungrily.

Abbey lifted up, licked at her lips, enjoying the taste, then kissed Maggie. It was unexpected and soft, but sweet with milk. Maggie kissed back. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Michael cum. Instinctively, Maggie pushed Abbey to the side. She mooed desperately, watching him shooting nowhere.

"Me..." she managed, English firing up for just a moment before disappearing back under Cowinese. She mooed and mooed. He didn't listen; Maggie fumed with frustration. Abbey resumed her suckling. The calm swept back up into Maggie's brain, and she relaxed.

Michael grabbed tiny by the hips and pulled her away from Maggie. The cow watched as her neighbor let him jerk her underpants down and push a couple cum-coated fingers into her pussy. As he started to kiss her neck, Abbey looked lustfully into Maggie's eyes and smiled. She licked the small drop of milk from her lip.

"You taste so good," Abbey said, impassioned and amazed. She moaned and panted, pushing Michael's hand against her pussy. "You better pleasure that pussy. You hear me? Love it," she growled aggressively into Michael's ear. She moaned again, and softened. "Your hand feels so fucking good."

It felt hot to watch Michael going at her neighbor; it felt hot to be sitting here naked and horny in front of them; it felt hot to plunge her four fingers into her slit and moo like the cow she was. Especially when Michael pinned Abbey over the coffee table and pushed himself down into her pussy. The woman's face was contorted in pleasure. Michael's hand slipped up her side, pushing t-shirt up. The few stretch marks along her tummy showed, her only imperfections. His hand grabbed ahold of her small, pointed breast, then pulled on a dark nipple. Abbey moaned in pleasure.

"Moo," he said, roughly. He bellowed himself as his pace quickened. "Moo like a cow."

Abbey complied, doing her best impression. It was terrible. Maggie mooed back, playfully mocking her neighbor.

"Keep going," he grunted. Abbey playfully mooed, half-heartedly. She laughed too. Michael squeezed at her soft flesh. "No, do it like Maggie," he panted. Maggie mooed eagerly. He smiled at her, causing her to cum with a small whimper. "Like that."

Abbey nodded and tried again.

* * *

They wound up in a pile of flesh on the bedroom floor. Maggie dimly registered Abbey feeding on her again. More of her was flowing out her udder. Memories, wants, dreams floated away, seemingly lost forever as her thoughts became lazy and perfect. The cow didn't just want control; it wanted her soul. She couldn't help feeding it what it wanted, no more than she could pull her udder away from Abbey.

Slurp...slurp...slurp...slurp...

Gush...gush...gush...gush...

She did feel slight trepidation about it, some part of her brain giving alarm at such a sea change occurring. Any objection she could still raise flooded into the forefront of her mind, only to be swiftly smothered by her slow, dull brain. She forgot how to sing, how to dance, how to tie her shoes, what a friend was, her name...there were just the warm, lazy thrum of her body and the urges left. She was just sympathetic flesh.

The lustful cow left behind mooed, mooed, mooed, mooed.