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Himoomi Togo and the Amoogi Inn
🕑 Added 2024-10-19 05:02:08 +0000 UTC
WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Hifumi (Persona) Gassy, Fat Cowgirl TF
WORDS: 8000
After a strange, yet relaxing visit to the Amagi Inn, HIfumi takes notice of various changes going on with her body. As she bemoans her increasing weight, horrid digestion, and bovine features, the only way she'll be able to get through her changes is by taking full advantage of her heavy, constantly leaking mammaries.
This story was for an anonymous commissioner.
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Far away from the hustle and bustle of Shibuya, the quiet town of Inaba came with a charm that couldn’t be matched. This extended out to the humble shopkeepers who seemed eager to see each and every tourist that had come to town. The welcoming atmosphere had no doubt played a hand in the town’s booming success in drawing in people far and wide. It was because of this very reputation of being a one of a kind destination for enjoying a simple life that had forced a young woman there under the orders of her coach.
Stepping off of the train, Hifumi Togo fixed the bow made up of red string tied up in her long, straight black hair. Making double sure that her white dress with red and blue arrows was in proper order, she attempted to hail a cab. The young woman’s attention to her appearance was for the sake of keeping herself in a presentable state should anyone recognize her. After all, she had claimed the spot of one of the country’s greatest shogi players shortly after her 18th birthday.
Taking her spot in the back seat and telling the driver her destination, Hifumi made sure to take out her phone to message her coach that she had arrived. The response she got was an ecstatic one that wished her a relaxing vacation. She was sure to sound thankful in her response, but in reality she was eager to get it over with. Even after being declared the winner in multiple championships, there was still a feeling that she could improve. That was what led her to sneak a shogi board amongst her luggage in the hopes of getting some practice in. Even if she couldn’t fight anyone to play against, she would still try to make the most of her time away from her usual duties.
Thanking her driver for the ride, Hifumi found herself at the front entrance of the Amagi Inn. The establishment was said to be at the center of town’s recent success by drawing people in with their open air baths. Thee rise in popularity was owed to both its rustic nature and luxurious accommodations that could make anyone feel at ease. However, there were certain rumors swirling around that the current owner was odd to say the least.
Making her way to the front desk, Hifumi spotted a woman dressed in a kimono. “Hello,” she said, bringing her bags over to the counter. “I have room for the week listed under Hifumi Togo.”
“Ah, yes we’ve been waiting for you,” the woman said, referencing the check-in book. “You’ve been booked for one of our more luxurious packages. You’ll have plenty of meals and full access to the bath at any time. We want to ensure that your stay here is a pleasant one.”
“I greatly appreciate it,” Hifumi said with a polite bow. “I hope you don’t mind, but do you know if anyone around here plays shogi? I could always use a bit of extra practice.”
“Funny that you should mention that,” receptionist replied. “Our owner recently got into the game. It’s one of the many sedentary hobbies she’s taken up ever since her… lifestyle change.”
Hifumi raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Ah, nothing to worry about,” the receptionist answered, ducking behind the desk. “You’ll understand once you meet Ms. Amagi later. She wants to personally meet you.” Peeking her head back up, she placed a bottle of milk bearing the inn’s logo on the side featuring a cartoon cow. “For now, feel free to enjoy the Amagi Inn’s famous milk. It’s sure to help you ease your worries and refresh your body.”
The lingering thirst from her long trip helped Hifumi to overlook the odd behavior of the receptionist. Intending to take a small sip of politeness, the few drops of milk that graced her tongue sent a much needed sense of relief through her. Taking a much bigger gulp, she cleaned off her lips before addressing the receptionist once more.
“It is quite delicious,” Hifumi said before taking another gulp. “Where did you get it?”
“The owner makes it herself,” the receptionist replied. “Just ask and we can provide as much as you like.”
“Certainly. This is really BWOOOOOOORRRPPP!”
Hifumi paused for a moment as a red tint appeared on her cheeks. “Excuse me, I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to apologize for,” the receptionist said, handing over Hifumi’s room key. “After all, the reason you’re here is to relax. Feel free to do as you body requests in order to fully enjoy your time here.”
“Thank you,” Hifumi said, shuffling away to both get settled in her room and to avoid accidentally belching in the receptionist’s face.
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Outside the window of her room, Hifumi could only hear the gentle noise of crickets. The pleasant sounds of the evening mixed with the comfort of her robe to complete her sense of relaxation. Though there was still a part of her that wanted to rush back home to hone her skills, she was willing to take things slow for the moment at least. For now, she was content to continue playing shogi by herself as she nursed another bottle of the inn’s milk.
Hifumi’s peaceful moment became interrupted as another belch rolled up her throat. Though she was disgusted that she had created such an outburst, she took solace in knowing that she was alone. She had found out a little too late that the drink had some side effects on her digestion. Every so often, she had to step away to get rid of gas in another way. Each endurance session of dealing with wayward farts and impolite belching was offset by the taste of the milk.
Taking the last few sips of her beverage, Hifumi pondered ordering another batch. Her thought process was interrupted by another series of gas bubbles collecting in her throat. Rather than delay the inevitable, she opened her mouth and got ready to stifle the belch. While there was the suspected BWOOOOORRRRPPP, it eventually transitioned into what sounded like a MOO.
Confused by the strange, cow-like noise that she didn’t believe came from her own mouth, Hifumi was left unprepared for her room starting to shake. The tremors were caused by a series of lumbering footsteps coming down the hall. Seeing a massive shadow’s visage through the door, she was left stunned as to what to do. With her main form of escape blocked by the figure, she could only watch as it attempted to enter the room.
The stranger was clad in a pink, cherry blossom kimono that seemed just barely large enough to fit their 800 pound form. Struggling to keep the girthy belly in-check, the outfit didn’t even attempt to hide the vast amount of cleavage granted by the pair of swollen, heavy breasts. Unsure of where to look between the woman’s wide backside and the strange, wet spots on the front of the kimono, Hifumi moved her gaze upwards in the hopes that eye contact would help ease some of her shock.
What Hifumi found herself staring at was a seemingly normal, if a little chubby, face of a woman in her mid to late 20s. However, amidst her long, straight black hair was the bizarre addition of a pair of floppy cow ears and a set of nubby horns atop her scalp. As the woman waddled further into the room, Hifumi could see the flicker of a tail complete with a tuft of black fur that appeared behind her girth. It was only once the massive woman sat down across from her at the table did Hifumi manage to regain a semblance of normalcy.
“I’m, uh, sorry for staring,” Hifumi said, taking a quick bow to apologize for any rudeness.
“Don’t worry, I’m UUURPPP used to it,” the woman said, not trying to stifle her belch. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am the owner of the Inn. Yukiko A-MOOOOOO-gi.”
“What?”
“Apologies, I meant Amagi,” Yukiko replied with a soft smile on her face. “It’s a little verbal tic I acquired a MOOOOO, I mean, a few years back. Now, I’m assuming you have some obvious BWOOOORRRRRPPPPP questions.”
“No, I’m fine,” Hifumi said, her manners forbidding her from bringing up the obvious inquires about Yukiko’s bovine nature.
Moving aside her hair, Yukiko managed to show off a bell attached to a collar around her thick neck. “It all started when my family gave me UUUUUURRPPP this,” she said, giving the bell a little jingle. “It changed me and the MOOOOOO town around me into forms that would bring great BWOOOOOORRPPP prosperity.”
“And you’re okay with this?” Hifumi asked, giving up and gesturing towards the cow woman’s form.
Yukiko shrugged. “It’s something I got MOOO used to. There’s also quite a few UUUURRRRRPPP benefits to it. For example…”
Grabbing the edge of her kimono, Yukiko showed no remorse as she opened it up to let one of her tits plop out. Taking an empty bottle from a basket she had brought in, she held it up to the plump nipple. Though Hifumi wanted to look away, there was a certain, trance-like appeal created from the sight of milk leaking out of the heavy breast to pour into the bottle. Each press of Yukiko’s hands pushed out another surge of the white liquid, as well as causing her to let out mixes of MOOs and moans. Just before the bottle was about to overflow, the inn owner placed the container on the table.
“There we are, nice and fresh,” Yukiko said as she fixed her kimono. “Enjoy.”
In the wake of what she had just witnessed, Hifumi didn’t know what possessed her to pick up the bottle. Tantalized by the ability to drink the delicious beverage again, she went against her standard logic to take a swig. The milk’s freshness amplified its flavor tenfold and made her chug it down in no time flat. By the time she had finished her bottle and wiped her mouth clean, Yukiko was waiting with a pudgy hand outstretched to give her a refill.
“How was it?” Yukiko asked as she took out her other breast.
“Really BWOOOOOORRPPP good,” Hifumi belched out. “Excuse me.”
“Don’t MOOOOOO worry about it,” Yukiko replied, placing the bottle back on the table. “You’re my guest. Drink as much as you UUUUURRRPPPP like.”
“How very kind of you,” Hifumi said, starting to reach out for the milk.
Hifumi was stopped by an unsettling groan in her gut. Though her first thought was to the rush to the bathroom, she was certain that she couldn’t make it in time. The panic on her face was contrasted against the fascination gleaming in Yukiko’s eyes. Unable to take the pressure any longer, Hifumi relented in letting out a squeaky PHHHRRRRTTTT from her rear.
“I’m BWOOOORRRPPP sorry,” Hifumi replied. “Your milk is good, but it has some strange effects on my MOOOOOOOO belly!”
Clasping her hand against her mouth, Hifumi was at a loss of what to do. Her initial panic was sated by a comforting pat on her shoulder by the cow woman’s pudgy hand.
“MOOOOOO You must be really stressed out,” Yukiko said as she removed her hand. “Please, enjoy your time here,” she said as she pushed the bottle a little closer to her guest. “I’m sure that by the time you UUUUUURRPPPP return, you’ll feel like a brand new woman.”
“I guess you’re right,” Hifumi said, wincing as another fart slipped out.
“In the meantime,” Yukiko said, gesturing towards the shogi board. “MOOOOOOOO mind if I join you for a game or two?”
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It had been one week since Hifumi had visited Inaba and the return to her usual routine had hit some snags. For one, she kept getting afflicted with a strange lethargy that meant some days it was a herculean effort just to leave her house. There were also the constant cravings she experienced that meant downing milk or any dairy product she ran into without fail. These factors had an expected outcome, albeit one that she was unwilling to fully accept as being real.
With a groan, Hifumi stripped down to her underwear and stood in front of her mirror. Pinching at the extra chub around her waist caused her to wince. A similar addition of fat was made evident by the way her bra was tightly wound around her enlarged bosom. Fixing her panties to keep the fabric from trying to sink between her bubble butt cheeks, she told herself she needed to exercise more before putting on the rest of her clothes.
Still lacking the energy needed for any physical activity, Hifumi sat down at her desk with a shogi program opened on her computer. Upon returning from her trip, her plan was to start streaming her matches to both reach out to new audiences and give her a chance to improve her skills. While she wasn’t in a rush to put herself on display due to her recent weight issues, she was at least determined to get acquainted with the system so that she would be ready when the time came.
Hopping on to a couple online matches using the guise of a fake username, Hifumi began to steamroll her way through each competitor that came her way. Though she was on a streak with her wins, she had to slow her pace from time to time to satisfy her milk obsession. As she drank through one glass after another, she couldn’t help thinking about what it was doing to her body. Both in terms of the extra weight and the less savory after effects.
Within moments of finishing off her first serving of milk, Hifumi began to let out a deluge of burps. As the night went on and she continued to indulge herself, the gassy outbursts became more frequent. When she wasn’t dealing with loud BWOOOOOORRRRPPPPPs rolling up her throat, she was having to contend with the discomfort coming from her belly. Grateful at least that she was alone, she braced herself for each occasional PHHHHHRRRRRTTTTT that managed to ripple out of her rear.
Amidst the sounds of various gassy expulsions, Hifumi couldn’t help hearing a strange, bovine cry mixed in. The MOO noise was something she was certain she was hallucinating. She was convinced that it was nothing more than an echo in her mind caused by seeing the strange state of the Amagi Inn’s owner. Picking up another MOO from nearby, she let her thoughts linger on the sight of Yukiko using her massive breasts to produce the delicious milk that her body couldn’t stop craving.
Slowly drifting her gaze down to her own boobs, Hifumi stopped what she was doing to address a pair of stains on the front of her shirt. With a groan, she reached for a napkin in an attempt to clean up what she assumed was a spill from her drinking. Before she could dab at her shirt, she watched as the stains grew larger. A closer examination revealed two white droplets seeping through the fabric to fall onto her legs.
Summoning up her courage, Hifumi pulled up her shirt. Fear becoming greater at the sight of splotches on the front of her bra, she removed that as well. Freed from the undergarment, her breasts’ jiggling managed to sprinkle out a collection of droplets that scattered across the ground. Able to tell that she was lactating just from the smell of milk alone, she tried to keep herself calm as she tried to figure out her next step.
Hifumi was broken out of her stupor by the sensation of the liquid dripping on her feet. Bringing the napkin over to her chest, she attempted to hold back her leaking nipples as she got away from her computer. Shuffling her way over to the bathroom and leaving a white trail in her wake, she desperately searched for a way to stop the lactation. An answer presented itself, but it wasn’t one she was eager to participate in.
Holding her leaking tits over the tub, Hifumi braced herself and squeezed. It didn’t take much to create a downpour of the milk from her nipples. Amidst the sound of droplets hitting the tub, the squeeze riled up the lingering gas bubbles inside of her. Through the process of releasing both milk and gas, she once more heard the MOO again. A second one coming from her lips was tinged with a strange ecstasy that she wanted to deny. Telling herself that it was all a delusion caused by her drinking too much milk, she came back to her senses once the last few droplets from her breasts poured out.
Watching the milk flow down the drain, Hifumi attempted to get the rest of it out by turning the showerhead on. Watching the water mix with the white droplets, there was a feeling in the back of her head that she was letting something precious go to waste. Before she could contend with the odd behavior of her mind and body, a squeaky PHHHHRRTTTT from her backside got her to quickly get out of the bathroom in search of some fresh air.
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“Come on,” Hifumi said to herself as she struggled to get the pads in place. “Give me a MOOO break.”
Try as Hifumi might to get her engorged bosom to listen, her breasts continued to defy her with their heft. Squeezing in as much of the meaty tits as possible, she just barely managed to secure the pads around her nipples. It wasn’t the most elegant of solutions, but it would have to do if she wanted to get her stream going. She had already delayed her debut long enough and she wanted to avoid letting her coach know about her body’s peculiar state.
With utmost care, Hifumi squeezed a sweater over her torso to try and keep the pads in place. Though she did manage to cover her chest, she hit the hurdle of trying to get the fabric over her swollen gut. Sucking in her belly, she managed to get the sweater in place in exchange for letting a BWOOOOOORRRPPP roll up her throat.
Taking hold of a pair of sweatpants, Hifumi hoped that they would go on much easier. Things were promising at first as the fabric made its way up her chubby legs. However, she found resistance in the form of her wide hips and thick thighs. In the process of forcing the waistband to match her proportions, she accidentally let slip more than a few farts from her chubby backside. Rather than focus in on the smell, she was more concerned with getting past the small bump that had sprouted up above her butt crack a few days prior. Trying not to think about what the little nub could be, she got the pants into place and tried to get in the proper mindset to play for an audience.
Once she was certain that she was decent enough to appear on camera, Hifumi made her way back to her desk. As much as she wanted to avoid the public eye while she was dealing with her various issues, there was a fear that not showing up at all would cause worse damage to her reputation. Hoping that her precautions would allow her to at least last a few hours of streaming, she took her seat and went live.
“Hello everyone,” Hifumi greeted with a small grin. “I’m playing a few MOOOO, I mean, matches of shogi today in preparation for my next tournament. Please support MOOOOO, er, me, as I try my best.”
Hifumi’s attempts to play shogi were hindered as she had to continuously deal with her condition. Every so often, she had to stop what she was doing to mute her microphone to avoid anyone hearing her rude expulsions. She was able to hide her belches by covering up her mouth as if she were thinking, but she was wary that people were catching on that something was off. Even if it was impossible for people to physically see her gas, she couldn’t help feeling like they were very much aware of each fart that came rumbling out to agitate the strange growth on her lower back.
The young woman’s fears became stronger as the number of viewers continued to rise. Though she tried to keep her mind on the games and not her chat, she couldn’t help peeking over every once in a while. What she ended up glimpsing were people mentioning some kind of spots. The word stuck in her head as well as the overall conversation throughout the duration of the stream. Every time she saw it pop up again, it seemed to be in greater numbers. Between juggling her gameplay, hiding her gas, and trying to figure out the meaning of the word, she failed to notice the true cause of her distress up until she felt something slide down her belly.
Turning her gaze away from the screen, Hifumi froze as she noticed the spots the viewers had been talking about. Two splotches on the front of her sweater had been taking on the brunt of her lactation ever since her pads had started to slip away. Unsure of when her protection had come loose, it was only now that she could sense the rivulets of milk beading down her body. Horrified at the notion of how long she had been exposing herself like this to her viewers, she ended her game prematurely and cut off the feed.
“BWOOOORRRPPP why?” Hifumi called aloud to herself as she hastily waddled over to the bathroom. “Why does this have to happen to MOOOOOOO me?”
Stripping off her clothes and tossing aside the useless pads, Hifumi hung her melon-sized breasts over the tub. Grabbing hold of a teat, she squeezed down to begin the arduous process of milking herself. So caught up in her self-loathing, she glossed over the pleasure that radiated out from her leaking nipple. Even as she was forced to unleash waves of flatulence to go alongside her humiliating state, she kept pushing herself to keep going until she saw some sign of her bosom going back to normal.
Just as tears began to well up around Hifumi’s eyes, she subconsciously smacked her lips. The sudden dryness affecting her tongue came from the fact that had failed to drink or eat anything over the course of the stream. This was partially due to her not wanting to add more fuel to her outbursts, but she had failed to sip even a drop of water over the course of her stressful stream. Going to the kitchen to get something to drink was out of the question unless she wanted to spill gallons of milk on her floor. Stuck in place, she was left to deal with the aroma of her gas mixing with a familiar hint of something she had drank a few weeks prior.
Hifumi’s pondering about the cause of her condition being the inn keeper’s milk was put on hold thanks to her thoughts lingering on the idea that she was producing the same, delicious beverage. Hating herself for even considering it, her own parched mouth seemed to move her fingers towards the unthinkable. Collecting a few droplets from her breasts, she dared to bring it to her lips and have a taste.
Experiencing a flavor similar to the one she had experienced back in Inaba, Hifumi’s self-loathing was replaced with a sudden surge of desires. Leaving one breast to continue pouring into the tub, she took the other one and hoisted it up to her face. Wrapping her mouth around the teat, she began to take deep swigs. As she suckled, she felt her restraint over her gas and strange desires loosening. When she finally stopped suckling, it was only to let out a string of belches. Releasing a loud MOOOOOO, she ducked her head back down to drink from her other teat until she had had her fill.
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Covered up with several layers of clothing, Hifumi hoped that it would be enough to hide her "features." The obvious trade off was that the thick clothing emphasized her already chubby form's over 250 pounds of fat. Every few steps, she had to pause and pull up her pants to obscure the nubby tail she had developed and to get rid of any uncomfortable wedgies created by her pants. Hoping that the numerous tops she had forced around her torso would be enough to prevent any accidental leaks from her head-sized breasts, she waddled her way into Café Leblanc.
Hifumi was relieved to see that the place had been cleared out per her instructions. The only person there was a close friend by the name of Ren. Ever since she had learned of his true identity as the leader of the Phantom Thieves, Joker, the two of them had become good friends. Considering how comfortable he looked with his fluffy, black hair and loose clothes, it was understandable why his bespectacled eyes looked so worried as he surveyed her form.
“I BWOOOOORRPPP know,” Hifumi commented, fiddling with her pudgy fingers. “I must look like a freak.”
Shaking his head, Joker insisted that Hifumi show him what was wrong. Though he could see the fear in her eyes, he insisted that he was her friend. If she wanted any chance of getting help, he needed to know every last detail of her predicament.
Hifumi was hesitant, but she reminded herself that she was the one who had asked for the meeting in the first place. Begrudgingly taking off a few layers of clothes allowed Joker to see the sheer girth of her pudgy gut. Sliding down her pants just enough, she winced as she heard him gasp at the sight of her small tail. Taking off the baseball cap that was snugly placed on her head, she managed to show off her elongated ears as well as the pair of small bumps peeking out from the top of her scalp.
“Unfortunately, that’s not all,” Hifumi said, pushing herself to move on to showing off her biggest problem.
Hifumi only needed to get down to two sets of shirts, to reveal the pair of wet spots on the front of her chest. Slowly sliding up the last layers of protection, she had to wait until after she got them past her chubby cheeks to see Joker’s reaction. What she saw was the expected, awestruck gaze as he stared at the white droplets leaking from her plump teats. However, if she really wanted to get her point across, she knew that she had to take it a step further.
Grabbing an empty glass from the table, Hifumi held it up to one of her leaking breasts. Even a gentle squeeze was enough to produce a gush of milk and a slight moan from her lips. Preventing herself from succumbing to her usual temptations, she managed to stop just before the glass overflowed.
“I’ve been like this for a couple of MOOOO weeks,” Hifumi commented, trying to clean herself up a bit with a napkin. “Every BWOOOOORRRPPP day I try to milk myself in the hopes that the swelling will go down. But no matter how MOOOOOO much I do it, I just can’t stop lactating.”
Chewing on her lips, Hifumi lowered her gaze. “My ears and UUURRRPP horns started showing up after I… sampled my own milk. Every time I take a sip, I get his rush that makes me ignore the BWOOOOORPPP gas and fat that is sure to follow. I want to MOOOOO stop, but I don’t know how. You’re used to strange stuff since you explored that MOOOOO Mementos place. Is there anything you can think of to-“
The fart Hifumi had been holding in squeaked out as she watched Joker chug down the glass of milk. Too busy staring at the strange act, she didn’t pay any mind to the foul fumes that enveloped her. The aroma appeared to have no affect on him either as he finished drinking the glass and held it out towards her.
“You want BWOOOORRRPPP more?” Hifumi asked, receiving a nod in reply. “Well then… could you get me a glass too? I’m a little thirsty.”
Unsure of what had possessed her, Hifumi became a human drink dispenser as she began to pour her milk into the glasses. The strange sampling session was made bearable by Joker’s presence and the pleased hums he made after every sip. Perhaps getting a bit too comfortable, she took the opportunity to once more latch on to her own teat to drink from the source. His reassurance helped her to feel comfortable with the pleasure she experienced from her self-suckling, as well as the gas she held less control over as time passed. As the evening drew on and the café became filled with her moans, MOOs, and gas, that was when Joker suggested how she could take advantage of her unique “gift”.
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“What am I MOOOOOOO doing?” Hifumi asked herself as she was getting everything set up. After streaming for several months, she had gotten used to the technical aspect of it. However, she was less than willing to go about her usual activities while exposing to everyone the very things she had been trying to hide. Not that she had much choice considering she was running out of clothes that could conceal her added features.
Waddling her way towards her desk, Hifumi paused for a moment to look at herself in the mirror. No matter how many times she looked at it, she couldn’t help grimacing at the sight of her flabby gut sticking out from beneath the hem of her loose fitting shirt. Similarly, there was the extra wide skirt that managed to cover up most of her chunky lower body but failed to hide the tuft of black hair at the tip of her tail. Bemoaning her blubbery legs and similarly thick arms, she only let her gaze linger on her extra chins and nubby horns for a moment. With a flick of her flattened ears, she forced her over 300 pound self to take a seat in her chair and start the stream.
“H-hello, everyone,” Hifumi began, her flab quaking as more and more viewers began to appear. “As I said on MOOOO, my post, this is going to be a special stream. Today, I want to reveal something that I’ve been hiding for a long time. I just ask that you keep an open BWOOOOORRRPPP mind.”
Chewing on her lips, Hifumi pressed the button to turn on her camera. Through the small window on her screen, she was able to see everything that the viewers saw. The slightest of movements sent her body into a jiggling fit that showed off her heft. Trying to stay still let the viewers linger on the sight of her bovine ears and horns. Her attempt to seem normal were foiled as her overactive digestive tract released a PHHHHHHHRRRRRTTT that flickered about her tail for the audience to get a good look at it.
“I-I’ve been dealing with these BWOOOOOOORPPPP changes for weeks now,” Hifumi explained. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to ignore the taste of her lingering fumes in order to keep pushing forward. “However, that’s not the end of my UUUUUUURRRPP changes. You know those bottles of milk I’ve been drinking during every BOOUUUUURRRRPPP stream lately? Well, I need to come clean about something. It’s the reason why I had to use such an… adult site to host tonight’s stream.”
Settling down in her chair, Hifumi gingerly grasped the hem of her shirt. Pulling the garment past her chins and pudgy face, she moved on to the pads tightly wound around her nipples. No sooner did she remove absorbers that her teats began to pour out their usual trickle of milk. Ignoring the various comments on the chat stream, she moved to further demonstrate her bizarre bosom.
Holding an empty container up to her tits, Hifumi gave them a gentle press. The soft provocation nonetheless created a steady stream that rapidly filled up the glass. Though she had tried to be gentle, her restraints gave out towards the end. Just before the container overflowed, she gave her viewers a show in the form of moaning MOOOOO that left her lips.
“Now MOOOOOOO, I mean, you know my secret,” Hifumi said, putting the milk to the side. Dabbing her breasts dry with a towel, she continued. “Because of my UUUUURRRPPPP condition, I’ll be taking a leave of absence. I’ll come back to streaming once I find a way to change back to-“
Hifumi was forced to stop as another BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP blasted out of her backside. Waiting for the fart to peter off, she waved away the lingering gas cloud to try and get back on topic. When she turned back to the stream, she was left in awe at the sizable amount of people who were tuning in. More importantly were the various comments praising her bizarre, bovine body. Instead of the shame she had felt about herself for so long, a strange hint of pride wormed its way into her. Riding off of a high brought about by her adoring audience and a sizable amount of donations, one glance at a repeated suggestion gave her an idea of what to do next.
Grasping the glass within her fingers, Hifumi chugged down the milk in a few gulps. Stopping just long enough to let out a blech towards the camera, she moved on to grabbing one of her breasts. Hoisting a tit into the proper position, she began to drink deeply from her nipple. With each glug of the addictive drink, more of her body seemed to relax. Gas began to pour out of her backside to coincide with her hums of pleasure. Each time she had to swap breasts, it was to the tune of either a moan or a belch parting her lips. Reaching the apex of what she could take, she let a breast pop out of her mouth to let out a loud MOOOOOOOOO.
Slumping in her seat, Hifumi’s eyes lazily glanced across the rivulets of milk cascading down her body. Turning her attention back to the stream, she was met with more praise as well as a steadily increasing number of viewers sending in more money for her “show”. Putting on a slight grin, she got back into position to properly please her adoring fans.
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“Good MOOOOOOOO evening everyone,” Hifumi said, greeting her audience with a wide smile on her chubby face. “This is Hi-MOOOOO-mi coming at you for another session of shogi and BWOOOOOOOORRRPPPP pudgy cow girl antics. Before we start, let me show you all a special UUUUURRPPP surprise.”
Wheeling back in her custom made, cow print chair, Hifumi made sure that the camera had a good view of the rolls making up her 400 pound gut. The angle also let people see the very edges of her backside creeping over the edges of her seat, while her tail was able to freely swing around thanks to the opening in the back. A bit disheartened that the pair of undergarments stretched around her hips was covered up by her belly, she had to settle on gesturing towards her most popular feature.
The same, black and white, splotchy pattern adorning Hifumi’s arm warmers could be found in the skimpy bikini she was wearing. Thanks to the sheer heft of her bulk, the garment appeared painted on to her flesh with it strained against it. It was only through careful movement and planning that he small bikini was able to properly obscure her udder-like breasts’ plump nipples. This was less about being modest and more so that she could entice her viewers with the promise of what they all came for in the first place.
“Isn’t it MOOOOOOOO cute?” Hifumi asked, jiggling around her bosom for the camera to see. “It’s all thanks to your support that I can BWOOOOOOOORRRPPP keep getting things likes this to- hang on.”
Leaning over in her chair, Hifumi allowed a thunderous BRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPP to burst out.
“Excuse MOOOOOO me,” Hifumi said, waving away her noxious fumes. “Just another one of this chubby cow girls’ unique UUUUURPPPP quirks.”
Settling back into her seat, Hifumi felt droplets start to slip out from beneath the bikini. Already knowing what was happening thanks to the many comments on her stream, she scrunched up her chins to see the pair of wet spots forming on the front of her bikini. Rather than bemoan the spill, she saw it as her body giving her a helpful sign to move onto the next part of her stream.
“Guess the UUUUURPPPPPP girlies couldn’t hold it in much longer,” Hifumi commented as she groped at her chest. “Well, I hope you’re all ready for the MOOOOOOO main event.”
Slipping the bikini down to let her tits expose themselves, Hifumi grabbed one of the many bottles from the boxes surrounding her desk. Putting a container up to one of her breasts, she used her usual technique to fill it up in a matter of seconds. Using the expertise she had gained through multiple milking sessions, she managed to take advantage of her leaking teats to fill up a dozen bottles.
“Mmm MOOOOOOO, nothing like a fresh BWOOOOOORRRPP batch,” Hifumi said, holding up one of the bottles to the camera. “I’ll be sending these babies right over to UUUUUURRRPP Café Leblanc as soon as the stream is over. I just can’t keep up with the demand. Makes me wonder if I should start offering to do MOOOOOO milking sessions at the café itself. Nothing really beats drinking from the source.”
Hoisting a breast up to her face, Hifumi began to suckle with reckless abandon. While she contently drank, her eyes kept glancing at the screen to see words of encouragement along with notifications of people pre-ordering cases of her milk. Upon switching to her other tit, her attention became focused on merely enjoying the euphoric sensations she felt with each swallow. Uncaring of the PHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT that flicked about her tail, she only stopped drinking once she had gotten her fill and needed to relieve further pressure with an echoing BWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPP.
“That was MOOOOOOOO too good,” Hifumi commented, wiping her face clean. “I ended up making a bit of a UUUUUURPPP mess too,” she added, gesturing towards the many droplets that had managed to fall to the floor. “Going on standby for a moment while I look for a BWOOOOORRPPPP towel to mop this up. Don’t MOOOOOOVE a muscle.”
Heaving her body out of her chair, Hifumi waddled her way out of her room. Entering the kitchen in search of towels and maybe a snack or two, her pointed ears flickered at the sound of her cell going off. Having learned her lesson during a prior session, she had deliberately left her phone out of the splash zone to avoid damaging it with her lactation.
Figuring she had some time before she needed to go back, Hifumi took a second to check her messages. Her eyes went wide as she opened up an email talking about a business opportunity. It was an invitation for an all expenses paid vacation to a quaint little inn in Inaba. Signed at the bottom was the name, Yukiko Amagi.
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Making her way through the halls of the Amagi Inn, it was inevitable that Hifumi would run into people. Despite her bizarre appearance, everyone she met greeted her with pleasant smiles. Even in the wake of her getting a whiff of her gas or splashing through a puddle of her milk, all of the guests treated their meeting like a divine blessing. Stopping one last time to sign the autographs of one of her fans, the obese cow woman strode out into the open air.
The warmth that encompassed Hifumi as she waddled into the private bathing area made it easy for her to leave her robe behind. With nothing covering her up, she was free to air out her many stomach rolls as she made her way over to the water. Dipping a plump toe into the bath resulted in an initial shock that made her tail stand on end and a squeaky fart slip out. Waiting just long enough to get used to the warmth, she eased herself in to avoid splashing out too much in the process.
As Hifumi’s chunky rear settled down on the submerged seat, she wobbled the double-wide rear back and forth to make herself comfortable. Achieving her goal by sending a flurry of bubbles to the surface with another BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPP, she leaned back to enjoy herself. Sinking deep enough to dunk her engorged, udder-like breasts below the water, she held onto the sides with her blubbery arms as she took in the luxurious bath.
Left to soak, Hifumi gave her beloved body as much attention as it needed by running her fingers along her flesh. Rubbing her belly helped her digest her indulgent feast and produce a collection of belches that allowed her to re-experience each delectable bite. Though her provocation did leave her always active teats to begin lactating into the water, she shrugged it off. Mindlessly bringing her touch to graze against her chins and press against her nubby horns, she closed her eyes as she savored the benefits of her bovine form.
Hifumi’s isolated relaxation was put on hold as her flattened ears heard someone open up the entrance door. Though she assumed it was just a staff member checking in on her, she was proven wrong as her body was sent into a jiggling spell thanks to a series of heavy stomps. Forced to open her eyes as the heavy gait grew nearer, she turned her head around to spot a familiar blob that still managed to outsize her by a few hundred pounds.
“MOOOOOOOO mind if I join you?” Yukiko asked.
“Go right BWOOOOOOORRRRPPP ahead,” Hifumi replied, shuffling over to give the inn’s owner a spot to sit down.
Settling into the water, Yukiko went through the same routine of using her gas to make herself comfortable. “I’ve been watching your UUUUUURRRRRPPPP progress,” she said, doing the same routine of massaging her body.
“MOOOOOOOOO impressed?” Hifumi asked.
“Not at first,” Yukiko answered, pausing to let rip another billowing BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP. “Initially, I was worried that I had made a grave MOOOOOOOO mistake.”
Hifumi tilted her head as scratched her chins. “Didn’t you MOOOOOOOO do this on purpose?”
“No, not at all,” Yukiko replied, letting her bosom splash down as she grasped the bell around her neck. “My transformation was UUUUUURRRPP triggered when my MOOOOOOOO mother gave me this.” Releasing her belly, she stopped again to let loose with another fart. “I’ve been giving out milk for years and no one has had this kind of BWOOOOOOORRRPPP reaction.”
“I’d say that’s weird,” Hifumi began, pausing to let her own gas billow out of her rear and mix its bubbles with Yukiko’s. “But the two of us are far beyond MOOOOOOOOO normal as it is. Not that anyone seems to mind. It’s actually pretty BWOOOOOORRRPPP strange how accepting people are.”
“I think it might have to do with the bell’s UUUUURRRPPP secondary effects,” Yukiko explained, giving the bell another jingle. “Before I put it on, Inaba was going through a bit of a BWOOOOOOOOORRRPPPP decline. The more and MOOOOOOOOO more I transformed, everything around me seemed to thrive. That isn’t even considering my other BOOOUUUUURRRPPPP feature.”
Pulling herself up over the edge of the bath, Yukiko allowed Hifumi to watch her tail sway against her meaty rear as she grabbed something from a box. Before plunging herself fully back into the water, she hoisted up a teat to an empty bottle. Thanks to having done it countless times herself, Hifumi didn’t even flinch at the sight and sounds of the inn owner massaging her breasts to fill up the container.
“Once I started selling UUUUURRRPPP these,” Yukiko began, handing over the bottle, “the town was set. Tourism skyrocketed and everyone was saved from MOOOOOOOO mortal financial danger.”
“It’s kind of a similar BWOOOOOOORRRPPP story for me,” Hifumi said as she swished around Yukiko’s milk. “Once my friends got MOOOOOOO me to show my true self on stream, my popularity skyrocketed.”
Putting down the bottle, Hifumi helped herself to one of the empty containers from Yukiko’s basket. Hoisting her own, milk-laden mammaries out of the bath, she proceeded to show her skill by getting her teats to lactate after just a few seconds of groping. Unashamedly letting out a moaning MOOOOOOOOO she filled up her bottle and placed it to the side. Cutting off the flow just after dipping down to get a mouthful of the milk for herself, she wiped her lips clean and held her self-made beverage towards the inn owner.
“After I started selling my MOOOOOOOO milk, things didn’t stop growing,” Hifumi replied as Yukiko accepted the bottle. “I’ve actually turned BOOUUUUUURRRPPP shogi into more of a side thing at this point.”
Taking an experimental gulp of Hifumi’s beverage, Yukiko paused for a moment. Mulling over the flavor, she flicked about her ears and swished her tail through the water. When she finally decided to swallow, she voiced her approval with a hum and adding a bevy of bubbles to the bath with another PHHHHHHHRRRRRRRTTTTTT.
“An excellent BWOOOOOORRRRPPP batch,” Yukiko commented before taking another gulp.
“Yours isn’t half bad UUUUUURRRPPPPP either,” Hifumi replied, knocking back her serving of the inn keeper’s milk. Finishing off the drink, she kept the bath active with another fart before holding the bottle out towards Yukiko. “MOOOOOOOO mind giving me another?”
“MOOOOOOOOO maybe,” Yukiko answered, taking the container. “IF you consider selling some of your UUUUUURRRPPPP milk to the inn.”
“Only if you don’t MOOOOOOOO mind me taking some of yours in return.”
Yukiko let out a chuckle. “You have a BOOOOUUUURRRRRPP deal,” she answered, graciously filling up the bottle with her teat.
Accepting the bottle, Hifumi returned the favor by topping off Yukiko’s drink. Settling into the embrace of warm water and fart bubbles, the two cow women continued to converse about how they could support one another’s businesses. With each belch released and swig of milk drunk, they became more enamored by the possibilities that their bovine natures brought to their future success.
