#hucowification

Woah, hey, easy there! It's okay, just take a deep breath. Raising your heart rate is just going to make the serum work faster. It's best to just relax, as much as you can, and let the changes go.

Your breasts are swelling. It's simple. It's obvious. You can feel how warm they are. You can feel how heavy they are. You can feel yourself being weighed down by them, shifting and wobbling from every little motion you make. It's happening. Slowly, steadily, unstoppably. You can accept it. Just nod. Your breasts are growing. Just nod.

There you go! Doesn't that feel better? Don't fight it, just let it happen.

You're starting to make milk. That's what that pressure is. Not just growing bigger and rounder and heavier but fuller. Milkier. Your nipples are darkening, thickening, lengthening. Soft mounds push out behind them, larger than your breasts where when the serum started working but now just a tiny portion of your immense and growing size. It won't be long before the pressure and the swelling get to be so great that the milk has no choice but to spray from your huge nipples in messy, white arcs.

You're making milk.

Take a deep breath and accept.

Your breasts are growing.

Take a deep breath and accept.

You're becoming a cow.

Take a deep breath and accept.

That's it! That's better, isn't it? No need to fight it. Just let it happen. Embrace it. Being a cow feels good. Being a cow feels good.

Being a cow feels so fucking good.

You're so close to accepting it. The last little bit of your humanity is clinging on as hard as it can. It's okay. It's okay. You can let it go. Take a deep breath. Feel how your chest pushes your breasts, your udders forward.

Accept what you've become.

You're a cow.

Moo.

Moo and let go.

Moo and accept.

Moo.

Again.

Louder

MOO!

Perhaps u may write something milky (when will have time, no pressure)

Have a nice day :D

Thank you very much for sharing your artwork with me! That means a lot to be entrusted with it! And that's a great animation, too! Leaking through and growing out of a little black dress is a fantastic premise.

The door to the bathroom burst open and Marcia staggered inside, hurrying over to the sink. Warm blush reddened her face and deep breaths did little to calm her down. Each one only seemed to make her black dress tighter, her breasts bulging over the neckline. A groan echoed off the tile walls as she stood over the sink, frantically trying to splash water on her face. Fuck. She was supposed to be hosting the gala. This was her chance to prove herself, to earn her promotion, to-

"Oouuughhnn~"

Marcia bellowed out a moan as she arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. The seams on her dress strained as her breasts grew yet again. The black fabric did a good job of hiding the growing damp patches spreading on the fabric, but they caught in the florescent light over the mirror. The light also glinted off the brass bell hanging off her neck. It had struck her at the time as an odd gift, even if Roy had seemed earnest when he gave it to her. He said that he knew that she'd get the promotion after the gala, so he was simply congratulating her early. Rat bastard was probably gunning for the same position! He probably gave this to her to sabotage her! Marcia reached up to tug the bell off, but as soon as she touched it, another wave passed over her. Her whole body slumped forward, gritting her teeth. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the sink, just trying to keep standing.

The pressure inside her chest grew even stronger and, looking at her reflection through the curtain of her dark hair, she watched her breasts visibly swell. Her bra dug into the expanding flesh, tightening her jaw further to fight through the pain. The snapping of the clasp behind her back brought her little relief as the zipper on the back of her dress still held her tight. She tried to reach for it, but all that did was increase the pressure, little white droplets visibly bubbling through her dress. She couldn't pull the dress down. She couldn't undo the zipper. Oh, God... There was only one way out of this.

Slow deep breaths helped steel Marcia's resolve as, this time, she intentionally tried to push the growth through her breasts. Another moan bellowed out of her as they grew and grew. The fabric stretched as far as it could, creaking and straining until, finally, it gave way. The bathroom filled with the sound of ripping fabric as Marcia's leaking tits surged forward and flopped out of the now ruined dress. The sudden lack of support pulled hard on Marcia's shoulders, forcing her to bend at the waist, her massive, leaking udders filling up the sink underneath her. The cool porcelain sent a shudder up her spine and she let out another moan, this time coming out a lot closer to a moo. Hesitantly, Marcia reached down and took one of her swollen, leaking nipples in her hand, her whole body tensing at the sudden jolt of pleasure, and gave it a tug.

Her mind went blank.

Everything, from the gala to her anger towards Roy to her own name, was blasted away.

Milk splattered against the wall of the sink.

Her knees nearly buckled underneath her.

She couldn't think.

She couldn't do anything.

All she could do was...

It does sound nice, doesn't it? To be big and brainless? You don't have to think at all. You already did the hard part, taking an entire bottle's worth of growth pills and washing it down with milk. Now all you have to do is lay back and feel yourself grow. It doesn't take long. That many pills taken all at once floods your body and the pressure almost immediately starts building up inside your chest. God, it feels good. It feels like something you've always wanted, something you've waited your whole life for!

Your hips writhe and squirm. They ache, ever so slightly, as the growth is so intense that it has no choice but to spill out beyond your breasts. Your hands slide upward from your hips, gliding over your waist, as you move towards the expanding mounds on your chest. The anticipation is tantalizing and you bite your lip, bracing yourself. A bolt of pleasure shoots through you. Your back arches, shoving your tits upward into the air. A gasp drags air into your lungs and pushes your ribs outward, lifting your breasts that much higher. Your mind is blank. All thoughts have been blasted away. All it took was a little touch, the grazing of your finger against the side of your breast and the pleasure was immediately overwhelming. Your thoughts are scrambled as you settle back down and they stay scrambled as you start kneading and massaging your growing tits.

With eyelids half-closed, all you can do is moan and writhe. Your fingers spread apart as your breasts grow underneath them. Soft flesh bulges out from between your fingers as you squeeze them. Your clothes are getting tight. You had wanted to keep wearing them for the delectable moment of pretending like you didn't want them to be ripped apart by your swelling udders, but you're too overwhelmed by your own growth to enjoy it on that level. All you can do is claw at your clothes as they get tighter and tighter over your bust. The clasp of your bra breaks, sending ripples through your breasts, and your shirt doesn't last much longer. Relief washes over you as seams split and fabric tears and your breasts push their way out into the open.

Whatever thoughts you had left are completely obliterated as you start groping your breasts directly, pinching your nipples and tugging on them. Your eyes roll back. Your tongue hangs loosely from your lips. The deep, gutteral, lewd moans that rise from your chest are sounding less and less human and more and more primal. Your breasts won't stop growing and you're turning into a brainless, mindless, thoughtless cow!