Sara had been skinny her whole life. Stick figure, no boobs or butt to speak of, barely 5' tall, nothing to entice or titilate anyone. High school and college had zipped by without any hint of growth, and she'd long since given up hope.
She still managed to have a number of boyfriends, mostly because she'd gained a reputation for putting out early and often. Sara worked so hard with men because she knew she didn't have the squishy parts necessary to keep them around long any other way.
As she crossed the Rubicon of her mid 20s, she decided she HAD to do something! She tried stuffing herself full of food, tons of those supplements you see in ads online. Hell, she'd even looked into implants. Unfortunately, nothing worked, and her wallet was far too light for any more drastic measures.
Eventually, she just gave up. 30 was looming on the horizon. She had no curves, no man, and no money. All Sara could do was to flip through her favorite porn sites, watching the thicc women getting railed by meaty men with huge cocks. Sara wanted to be them so badly.
She'd recently discovered the hucow genre and had been entranced. Poor Sara came harder watching these girls getting milked and rutted than she'd ever thought possible. So far, that night had been no different.
Then she clicked on a video that caught her attention labeled One Little Moo. It had been labelled as ASMR, which was good because as hot as they could be, ASMRs were good to fall asleep to and were usually long enough to play until her brain finally shut off for the night.
The video started, and a gorgeous girl appeared on screen. Her neck was bound in leather and had a little bell attached at the front. She wore nothing else except various piercings including her nipples.
Gawd, her tits were amazing! Huge with those cute little veins visible and big, stiff, dark-pink nipples and areolas. Each nippled was pierced with a ring that had its own little bell attached.
The girl started speaking in a breathy alto voice that immediately relaxed the under endowed Sara. The cow whispered soothingly about imagining yourself lounging in the sun, enjoying the feel of soft grass on your skin. Your mind was so quiet, your head blissfully empty.
The model on screen squeezed and kneaded her massive bosoms in rhythm with her words, little jingles barely audible from her little bells.
She asked, "Do you want this?"
The whole effect had penetrated Sara's malaise, and her mind wandered on the sunny pasture. She barely perceived the question, but her lips moved, "Yesss..."
The cow girl on screen began describing how sexy it felt to be so empty, so free. She told the addled observer that true freedom lay in the blankness, and that the blankness gave pleasure beyond measure. It made her udders swell and her cunt gush when she felt the heat in her loins, the lusty gift given by mindlessness.
Sara's own wetness was squishing out between her langoriously masturbatory fingers. She felt blank, too. And blankness was pleasure. Pleasure that now dribbled down onto her bed.
The model again asked, "Do you want this?"
"Yessssss!!!" The oversexed Sara responded.
The model then bent down, letting her milkbags dangle, and raising her ass up. She bestowed the truth that blankness, lust, and heat were the proper state of being. And that with the heat came rewards.
A figure had quietly slipped behind the model as she spoke, and appeared to easily slide a massive cock into the bent over cow.
Through her animal moans, the now mounted beast told Sara that her heat would attract bulls and that her job as a cow was to drain their balls and sate their lusts. Cows were meant to be used and bred. It was their purpose.
Sara, on her knees, imitating the captivating cow and masturbating furiously, moaned loudly. She wanted to be mounted so badly. Wanted to feel cock fill the emptiness in her cunt and her mind.
Onscreen, the bull growled as he emptied himself into the cow, who then asked for the third time, "Do you want this?"
Sara screamed, "YESSSSSS!" as she came, squirting all over her sheets. The exhausted creature sagged down, feeling completely drained, her mind empty, ready to be filled.
"You know what it takes," said the filled up cow on screen. "All you have to do is say it. That one little thing."
Sara, her eyes closed, barely holding on to consciousness, finally answered softly, "..............moo."
Sara woke the next morning, stretched, and looked out her window at the rising sun. She smiled, remembering flashes of her dreams, flashes of warm sun, green grass, hanging udders, and rutting cocks.
She squeezed her own nipples and mooed at the feeling. Two questions suddenly entered her mind:
Second, did her chest feel bigger?
Curious, Sara rose naked from the bed, the smell of pussy still clining to the room, and padded to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror.
Sure enough, her normally flat chest looked bee stung instead of being practically concave. And, did she look a little curvier? Was her butt bigger, too?
Sara sat on her toilet to relieve herself and think. For a moment, she tried to think of what could have caused a change like that overnight? After a few minutes of failing to think, she mooed in mild frustration and started the shower.
Wait a sec, she thought to herself. Did I moo again just now?
The concerned girl entered the shower and began rinsing the sex off her from the night before. As her hands ran over her thighs and backside, she decided they WERE a little plumper than before.
And her teeny tiny titties were so sensitive! Just running the loofah over them sent a pleasurable shock down her spine. The nubbins were hard as diamonds.
She stepped out and patted herself dry before throwing on some loose shorts and a tank, not bothering with underwear on a Saturday morning. Sara walked to the kitchen, and only when her stomach growled did she realize how hungry she was.
Milk, she wanted milk. She poured herself a tall glass, raised it to her lips, and drained it. Quickly pouring another glass, she decided oatmeal sounded good, too, mixed with milk and butter. She added some cinnamon, too, just for flavor and ravenously emptied the bowl, and drank her second glass of milk.
Without thinking, she made another bowl of oatmeal and poured another glass of milk. As she finished it off, she realized how bizarre it was that she'd eaten and drunk so much, but it just didn't feel like a big deal right then. She shrugged and mooed, then cleared her bowl and poured herself a fourth glass of milk, finishing the bottle and noting she needed to go to the grocery store.
Rubbing her food baby, obviously showing on her tiny frame, she decided to go outside and enjoy the morning sun. It felt so good on her skin.
Sara sat down in the chair and finished her milk, setting the empty glass down in the patio table. Her little townhouse didn't have much of a yard, but she had a nice little porch area and a small but thickly grassed lawn. She laid back and looked out over the fence to the forested area nearby that the sun was quickly rising above.
After a moment, though, she felt uncomfortable in the chair. Sara decided to move onto the grass and sit there. The lushy blades felt amazing on her skin. She wanted to feel it all over.
Sara stripped her tank off her As, followed with the shorts and rolled in the soft verdancy. It felt absolutely heavenly. Freeing. Blissfully empty.
The woman mooed contendly and began running her hands across her body. The shivers she was rewarded with blew through the discovery that her boobs felt even bigger, and her ass felt practically padded on the ground.
Her fingers reached her folds, and she began lazily rubbing her moist lips. The other hand strayed back up to her chest and played with her enhanced nipples. The heat quickly rose in her body, and she felt her release coming.
Again, though, through her arousal, something felt off. Oh! She was on her back, she should be on all four to cum!
She quickly changed positions, and her fingers quickly found her wet pussy again, and she played with herself to a long, satisfying orgasm, mooing all along.
Sara dozed for a short time before the sun got a little higher, and she realized she didn't want to crisp. She rose, gathering up her shed clothing, and entered her home again. It never occurred to her how odd it was for her to be rolling in the grass, naked, and frigging herself.
The quickly plumping girl took another short shower, throwing her tank back on and switching to yoga pants. She was feeling hungry again and needed to hit the store.
Sara drove her little hybrid to the nearby grocery store and began walking down the aisles. She loaded up on fruits and vegetables. The greens looked crisp and delicious, so she snapped off a piece of sweet romaine and took a bite. It tasted wonderful, and she mooed happily.
She also loaded up on oats. Breakfast oatmeal, oatmeal raisin cookies, muesli cereals, and whole grain bread all ended up in her cart. They'd go perfectly with the three gallons of whole milk and slabs of sweet cream butter. And mooooo, yummy ice cream! One gallon each of vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate.
As she passed the meat aisle, though, she caught sight of the butchered beef and gagged. Oh, those poor cows! How could anyone do that to them? The fact that her favorite restaurant was a steakhouse had dropped out of her blissfully blank mind conpletely.
She huffed a short moo and took her full cart to check out.
Arriving at home, she immediately shed her clothes before she even put the food away. Ugh. They felt so tight and wrong on her skin. She felt suffocated with them on. The cool air hitting her exposed B cups and plump bottom drew a satisfied moo from her.
Sara set about putting up the groceries, getting everything in its proper place. Then, she threw four slices of bread into the toaster and poured a glass of fresh milk. The tightly curved young woman slathered butter on her toast and finished it all with two glasses of milk.
After lunch, she opened the blinds and put the windows up so the sun and fresh air could get in. She felt so free and energized, she bounced along cleaning from room to room, wiping out all her to dos, her perky Cs and bubble butt jiggling away.
By late afternoon, she'd finished all her housework for the entire weekend. With a contented moo, Sara decided to reward herself with a glass of milk and another sunbath.
Still completely naked, milk and suntan oil in hand, she sasheed her increasingly generous hips out the door and sat in the chair to apply the lotion. Her thick thighs, soft tummy, and D cups felt so good as she massaged the protective oil into them.
She finished off her milk and crawled over to the grass. Sara lay sprawled in the sun, happy and empty, for nearly an hour before her tummy growled. She stretched, performing some yoga poses to work out the tension from her lazing.
She had some trouble keeping her balance. Sara thought that odd, she'd never had trouble before. But her bovinesque brain couldn't capture anything, so she just voiced a mystified moo and finished up.
Dinner was a multi green salad with multiple fruits and veggies and a large portion of buttermilk ranch. She decided to drink water with this meal. She needed to stay hydrated after all and praisefully mooed to herself for remembering the importance of self care.
Sara sat on the couch, munching out of her big salad bowl and watching TV. Ocassipnally, she dripped some dressing down onto her DDs, but it was so easy to lift up jer jugs and lick them clean that it was no big deal.
The sun was setting outside, and her small living room was filled with golden light. She spent a moment gazing outside, wistfully mooing to herself, enjoying the twilight. It had been a great day.
A short time later, she filled another bowl with two scoops of each ice cream and put on one of her favorite animes. It was one of those funny ecchi ones where some poor dummy got saddled with a harem of hot girls and had oddly lusty misadventures. She mooed and giggled to herself, enjoying the sexy antics and getting all worked up herself.
Just as she swallowed the final spoonful, the doorbell rang. She mooed inquisitively. Who could that be at this hour?
She arose and bounced to the door. Opening up, she saw Geoff, her hunky next-door neighbor. In his early 30s, tall, bearded, and recently single, he had been the subject of a number of her fantasies since he'd moved in a few months back, and she'd flirted with him hard several times. Sadly, he'd never taken the bait before. As the doors swung open, Geoff's eyes widened at the vision of fertility, standing gloriously sky clad before him.
"Hiiiiii. Geoff, it's so nice to see you!" She jumped to hug him. Her expansive Es pressed into his abdomen. "Would you like to come in?"
Geoff looked both ways to see if anyone else was watching and then ducked in quickly, closing the door behind him. Finally returning his gaze to the transformed woman before him, he was struck at how different, and fuckimg gorgeous, she looked.
"What are you doing? Why have you been running g around naked all day?" The bewildered neighbor asked.
Sara tilted her head dumbly, wondering what the problem was. "Moo? Is that bad?" She asked curiously.
Geoff's mouth hung open as he struggled to respond. "Well," he started, "I guess, not technically, not in your own home, but other people can see you through the windows. You might get in trouble with some less friendly neighbors."
"Oh no, moo, I don't want to get in trouble?" She responded, suddenly frightened.
He stopped for a moment, his eyes ravishing her body again, his pants getting noticeably tighter. Sara noticed his eyes on her curves, and she flushed at the attention.
Eventually, Geoff shook himself from his reverie and moved to close the blinds. While he moved through the small home, working to shut out the eyes of the world, he asked, "What happened to you? I just saw you the other day, and you looked... well, not like this!"
He gestured at her voluptuous body, and she looked down at herself, curiously following the direction of his hand. She didn't know what was wrong. "Moo? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Uh, well, not wrong, but it can't be normal to change like that," he tried to explain. The gorgeous, dumb girl clearly had no idea what he was talking about.
"And what's with the mooing?" He followed up.
"Moo? I'm a cow, silly. Cows moo," she stated as if it was the most normal thing ever.
His jaw hung open while he tried to logic his way through her statement, but he could latch onto nothing. The blood had already left for the other head, and he didn't have enough left to power his brain. Sara hadn't forgotten either.
"It's okay, Geoffy," said the happy cow. "I know what will help. You need your cock drained! Cows drain bull cocks!"
Mooing happily, she fell to her knees, undid his belt, and took out his cock. Geoff's higher brain functions tried to get him to stop her, but with them set on low power mode, the order never made it to his hands.
Sara took out his cock, and mooed in amazement. She knew he was really a bull! Only a bull had a cock that big! She licked from balls to tip before sliding the first few inches into her mouth and sucking.
Geoffs voice came back for a moment, but only to growl in pleasure at the exhibition of fellatio by the skilled cow girl. His hands found hair hair and pulled her throat down onto his cock. The gugging sounds emerging from her mouth spurred him on further.
After a few minutes, he roared and came down her throat. Sara caught it all, savored it for a moment, before swallowing it down. She loved bull milk. Mooing a happy sigh, she worshipfully cuddled the still hard member against her cheek.
Geoff, the bull, was not finished, though. He bent down and lifted the cow in his arms, who giggled and mooed in surprise. He then carried her to her bedroom on the other side of the little house. Helpfully, little Sara-cow got his buttons undone so he could get his shirt off.
The lust-hazed man tossed the little cow lightly onto the bed and finished stripping. Sara-cow got into position, presenting her fat ass to her mate. Unexpectedly, but not unwelcome, Geoff buried his face into her buttery folds, desperately licking her insides, already addicted to her taste and scent.
Sara-cow brayed in pleasure, her face mashed into the bed. Her hands found her expansive udders and began squeezing her swollen nubs. Her blank mind was filled with her bull's passion.
Finally, her pussy clenched and her juices flowed down as she came on Geoffs face. She screamed in ecstasy and began begging him to mount her, to breed her, desperately mooing for him.
He obliged and pushed his cock inside of her in one, slow, glorious movement. Sara-cow's mind and pussy were filled with cock all at once, just like she knew it should be. Geoff grabs her birthing hips and slammed his cock into her again and again.
He fucked her for what seemed like an eternity of passion, one orgasm of hers chaining to the mext, before finally filling her with long ropes of cum. His bellows elicited more lustful mooes from his little cow, and soon, he fell to the bed, pulling her on top of him to kiss her.
"You belong to me now, little cow," he told her.
She mooed. That's all it took. One little moo.
