Lover of Large

Being an independent cow can be an empowering thing. Listening to the independent hucows talk about it makes it seem like anyone, with the right kind of will and determination, can achieve great success as an independent hucow. Unfortunately, for many cows that choose the route of independence, there are a significant number of them that fail to tell their side of the story.

Such was the case for Kaia. She was a sweet girl, a trusting girl, even before starting her journey as a hucow and that sweetness stayed as her body transformed. She had looked up to Daisy Sheffield, a prominent hucow running her own dairy, for as long as she could remember. Daisy's inspiration had led Kaia to believe that she could be one of the great success stories along with her hero.

The changes to Kaia's bust were obvious. As the hucowification serums took hold, her breasts started to swell and expand, her milk ducts activating and going into overdrive along with them. Anyone who saw her would know what was happening to her, Kaia's udders bulging out of bras and stretching shirts and destroying necklines beyond the point of usefulness.

Less obvious, however, was the was the transformation regarding her docility and naivete. Kaia's trusting nature only grew more compliant as her hucow transformation took hold. Her friends needed her milk! They were so thirsty and they promised they would pay her back, so why would she not believe them? They were her friends, after all! Even if she had just met them, Kaia had no doubts that she would be proper friends with them soon. She'd look up at these people, these strangers, with her big, cow-like eyes and absorbed every word they said without question or contradiction.

For a while, this was okay. Danger was ever-present, certainly, but most of them just wanted the chance to observe her impressive udders, to run their hands over her soft skin, to taste the sweet milk that gushed from her nipples. Between the pleasure she felt as their lips tugged on her teats and the constant arousal at being obedient, Kaia never thought to question their motives. Sometimes, they got a little rough with her swelling udders, but she didn't mind! She told herself they were just appreciating their size, their heft, their productivity. They must be impressed by her independence!

By the time the first one pressed his cock against her nipple, Kaia was too far gone to question it. She simply took it. Deep inside her, a sense of pride welled up, knowing that her body could inspire such stiff arousal in her friends, such as they claimed to be. She would moan and chuckle as her milk sprayed all over their thick cock, forced out of her udders as they tried to push against her tits. She thought it was silly, but she trusted them; clearly they must be enjoying what they were doing otherwise they wouldn't do it.

And then, one day, one of their cocks slipped inside.

The sensations that wracked Kaia felt... wrong. Her body wasn't meant to do that. Yes, milk gushed from her swollen teats, but surely that was a one-way sort of thing. Milk came out of her nipples; things weren't supposed to go in. For a brief, flickering moment, Kaia thought to question this whole arrangement. Then she saw the look on their faces, the lust and pleasure that accompanied their frantic thrusting and the strange sensation in her udders and her protests withered in her throats. She trusted them. They said they were her friends. If a little bit of discomfort afforded her new friends that much pleasure, as evidenced by the look on their faces and the frantic energy with which they shoved their cocks deep inside her teats and udders, well, maybe that was worth it. She thought back to her idol, Daisy, and imagined that she would be strong and independent and that she would do whatever it took to keep that independence.

In some ways, letting her 'friends' push their cocks into her nipples seemed to be a net positive. While having them cum inside her udders was an odd sensation, one that was not wholly pleasant, it did encourage her udders to grow bigger, swelling through a half dozen extra cup sizes, even beyond what her transformation had given her. The only problem is that their cum seemed to impact her milk. Through her stretched nipples, the milk that Kaia expressed became thick and vaguely salty. But her friends seemed to enjoy thrusting their cocks deep within the tightness and milk-lubed warmth of her nipples and the growth that they afforded seemed in line with Kaia's goal of independence, so she continued to let them.

A scientist who obsessed with growth tricks her assistant into drinking a formula that truns her into a Hcow 

The newly swollen udders that bounced on Gabby's chest made her escape attempt completely futile. She barely made it halfway down the hall, flopping and bouncing, milk spraying from her nipples, before Dr. Gellar caught up to the fleeing cow. Her strong arms wrapped around Gabby's swollen tits. Immediately, the pressure forced a torrent of milk out of her and the sterile walls carried the echoes Gabby's mooing and moaning for ages. Every struggle, every kick, every flail made Gabby's udders bounce and slosh, but Dr. Gellar's grip was too strong. Between pinching and rolling Gabby's nipple between her fingers and rubbing the frightened cow's back, Gabby's attempts at escape weaken. Finally, she surrenders with a weak "Moo..." and melts into the doctor's embrace.

Dr. Gellar coos softly. "Oh, I know, Gabby. I know. I'm so bad for betraying your trust like that. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. You just wanted to impress me. Of course, you did. How could you not look up to one of the most eminent scientists in our field. And I used that against you, made you into my guinea pig."

If Gabby weren't so mercilessly turned on by having her huge, sensitive tits groped, she'd be tearing up. All of it was true. She had leapt at the opportunity to work with Dr. Gellar, had done everything she could to position herself as the doctor's protege. And now look where it got her, with tits too big to ever be taken seriously, too sensitive to focus on work, and too milky to do anything but spend all day being pumped. Even now, the serum was still coursing through her. Her tits swelled in Dr. Gellar's grip, bulging over her arms, raining even more milk onto the cold, linoleum floor. All it took was one last tug on her nipple to break Gabby's resistance, a desperate half-moan-half-moo ripping out of her. Dr. Gellar tried not to smile too proudly.

"I can't get enough of you, my darling thrall. I've been out in the world, corrupting people and seducing them and absorbing their lustful energy for centuries and no one, not one person, has fed me like you have. You wanna know what the best part is? I barely had to do a thing, didn't I? You were already a porn-obsessed, brain-broken gooner when I found you. So twisted, so perverse, so— Oop, someone liked that, huh? You like being Mommy's good gooner, huh? You like rubbing and touching and feeding me all of your precious lust, don't you? I know you love what it's done to me. Every dro of your essence has made my titties grow, made my hips widen, made my ass expand. Just look at my fishnets! They couldn't contain this gigantic fucking ass your pathetic gooning has given me. I'm not even sure you see me as a real person, do you? Or a real monster, at any rate. I'm just moving, jiggling, bouncing porn for you and you so willingly give up everything to make me bigger. Make me bigger, my precious gooner pet. Give me everything and make me fucking enormous.

"Oh, you think I can't tell? I could feel your jealousy the moment you laid eyes on me. That burning envy is what drew me to you in the first place, cutie. I know how badly you want tits like these, tits like mine. You're just seething with it, aren't you? It's okay, cutie! You can admit it! If you don't admit to being jealous of my huge, bouncy, shirt-destroying udders, then I won't be able to thank you properly!

"Of course, I'd want to thank you, silly! It's your jealousy that's made my boobs grow so much bigger! This shirt fit when I came in. Well, mostly fit, anyway. Go ahead, take a look. Take a big, long look at my colossal udders. It won't be rude! I want you to look! I want you to—

"Look at you all down there," the Goddesslike woman's voice rumbled from above, "so small, so insignificant. Buildings that used to be hundreds of feet tall now no bigger than my finger. An entire city shrunk and now held inside a bedroom. I could probably wipe out an entire block with just one boob..."

She paused after this, the shrunken city impossibly silent as her words hung heavy in the air, the only thing that could be heard was the monolithic rising and falling of her chest as she breathed calmly. Everyone paused with bated breath, waiting to see what she would do after such an ominous speech.