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Overflowing (Cow TF)
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 19:05:22 +0000 UTCHappy Wednesday my friends! Almost through with the week. Been feeling more of a “Feb-moo-ary” sort of vibe lately, so, why not more cows? Although I don’t think that’s the proper use of a bottle….
As always, thank you for your support and enjoy ^^ !
Story:
The dim glow of the bathroom light cast strange shadows as Olivia sat at the table, chair creaking under her growing weight, panting. Her hands trembled as she reached up, touching the soft black-and-white fur spreading over her skin. Her fingers-still human but thickening, nails dull and rough-brushed the short, velvety hairs covering her arms and chest. The changes had been gradual at first, little shifts she could ignore. Now, they were undeniable.
A heavy weight pulled at her chest, and she winced as she touched the engorged swell of her breasts-no, her udders. They were full, painfully so, swollen with an unfamiliar pressure that left her breathless. Her face, still mostly human, contorted in frustration. She didn't want this. She hadn't asked for it.
But the ache was unbearable.
With shaking hands, she grabbed the bottle she'd managed to clean out earlier, positioning it beneath one of the larger, more sensitive teats that had replaced what used to be normal flesh.
A shudder ran through her body as she pressed into herself, coaxing the thick, warm milk to flow. The first few squeezes sent a sharp mix of relief and shame through her. It shouldn't feel good-but gods, it did. The rhythmic squeeze and release lulled her into a strange, hypnotic state, her breaths deep and slow as the pressure ebbed. Her tail-when had it grown so long?-twitched behind her.
It took minutes, maybe longer, but eventually, exhaustion crept in, leaving her weak and trembling. The bottle was nearly full, its contents warm against her palm.
Then came the heat.
Her eyes flicked to the bottle in her hand.
Biting her lip, she slid to the floor, the tile cool against her overheated skin. Her fingers curled tighter around the warm glass as she slowly brought it lower, hesitating. She was still changing. Still losing pieces of herself to whatever this was.
But right now, she didn't care. Right now, she needed relief.
