Wendy's Horny Place

Please, be as blunt as possible and remember to dumb it down for me the complex situations that you want to explain.

Growing tits should be an indicator of intellectual inferiority. All that nutrients and energy that was supposed to go to your brain is now wasted making milk jugs for men to grope.

At a party, some mean girls slip something into your drink that makes your tiddies start to expand in the middle of everything. As they see it taking effect, they come over and start bullying you about it, how big you’re getting, how their cute perky breasts are so much prettier than these udders you’re growing >.<

"Oh, my fucking god! Looking at her! The cow is actually fucking enjoying this!"

You want to deny it. You're desperate to deny it. All you can do, however, is bite your lip and whine. Between the alcohol and the hormones, you know that the moment you open your mouth, any words you could think to say would immediately be overpowered by either an uninhibited moan or, worse, a needy, desperate moo!

Every eye in the living room is focused on you. The bigger your breasts grow, the growth drug slipped into your drink clearly working wonders, the harder it is for anyone to look away. You try your best to focus on the slim girls standing above you, but the arousal surging through you makes your eyes flutter, threatening to cross. So you can't speak, you can't look at them, you can't do anything. All that's left is biting your lip and letting out a keening whine as you shake your head back and forth. The slender blonde looming over you just laughs.

"Who's going to want to play with those udders? They're so fucking gross; the way they sag is gonna make me sick!"

Your mouth is finally forced open by the blonde's hand reaching down and scooping underneath your breast. The soft, wobbling, still growing flesh overflows her palm and spills over the side. She lifts it up as high as she can, nearly mashing it against your face, before letting it drop and slap against your torso. The shifting weight jerks your shoulders forward, gasping and then letting out the breath in a long, low, cow-like moan. The perky brunette to her left makes a retching sound, pretending to gag.

"Ugh, such a greedy cow! We saw the way you looked at us!" The blonde to her right nods. The brunette continues. "It took us a while before we realized what you were actually looking at! You wanted boobs like ours, perky and perfect, the ideal C-cups to please anyone. We thought it was endearing, at first. But you just wouldn't... stop... staring!"

The brunette reaches down and, to punctuate each word, squeezes your breasts together, deepening the line of your cleavage and forcing their growing mass to bulge even more out of your increasingly inadequate top. As she does so, the blonde leans over you once more, grabbing her tits through her sheer top. Perfect handfuls, just like her friend said. While the brunette is busy teasing you, the blonde takes over the taunting.

"Like we'd ever let you be perfect like us! You're already bigger than both of us combined, but the night is young, don't you think?" From her purse, she pulls out a small bottle, twisting the cap and dumping out a handful of the pills into her hand. You do your best to say "No", but you really only get as far as "N....", pleasure making it impossible to go further. What's left of the rapidly dwindling, rational part of your brain tries to calm you down by saying that you can just refuse to swallow! You won't even open your mouth! You'll-

At that moment, the brunette pulls the straps together and your tits flop out. Your nipples, bigger and more sensitive than ever, quiver and twitch as cool air rushes in on them. They aren't left long on their own, though, and the brunette pinches one, lifting it and dragging your whole breast to her lips. As her tongue, warm and wet and lightly course, drags over your nipple, your brain shuts down. Behind your eyes, there's only white. Your jaw drops open, preparing to bellow out a moan to rattle the windows, but all of that gets interrupted as the blonde clamps her hand over your mouth, forcing the pills into it.

not the Regina George route but in reverse

Scenario-wise:

not that you don’t try. oh no, you try so hard. pen clutched in your little hand, brows furrowed, lips parted in concentration while you reread the same sentence for the fourth time. but it never sticks, does it ? poor thing. that pretty little brain of yours just isn’t wired for anything beyond being used

and that’s okay. because lucky for you, your private tutor is very hands-on

i give you assignments i know you can’t finish. problems just a little too hard. readings just a little too dense. and i watch the panic build when you realize you’ll have to face me with that blank page and that pitiful little “i’m sorry” stuck in your throat

but you’re not really sorry, are you ?

you like being corrected. disciplined. praised when you do well, punished when you fail. you like how my tone shifts from disappointed to cruel, how my hands grip your jaw and tilt your head back when i remind you what a slow, silly, useless thing you are

you like it best when i tell you the lesson’s changed

when i push your books aside, slide my chair close, and whisper that we’re doing a different kind of oral exam today. one where the only thing you need to remember is how to breathe through your nose and keep your eyes on me

you don’t get grades with me : you get ruined. you get used. you get called a good girl when you make a mess on my lap and a dumb slut when you ask if you can cum without permission

you try so hard to be good. to please. to serve

and in the end, that’s all i really want from you

just obedience

just that blank, needy stare you get after i fuck the focus out of you

but how could you ? how could you possibly concentrate when i’ve got my hand buried between your glistening thighs, fingers idly circling your swollen clit, keeping you just at the edge, just close enough to taste it yet just far enough that it drives you insane ?

"tell me, darling doll, what’s the answer ? get it right, and maybe i’ll let you have a little more."

but you can’t. not when your mind is slipping through your fingers like sand, not when all you can think about is the unbearable need pooling low in your belly. you stammer, try, fail

"oh ? wrong again ?" my blissful touch disappears in an instant, leaving you aching, needy, desperate. "such a shame. you were so close."

you whine, shifting, trying to chase the pleasure i’ve stolen from you

"behave. be good for me. try again."

"you're struggling with this concept," i'll say, tapping her nose with my pen. "let's try a different approach. let's empty that busy little brain of yours. it's clearly getting in the way."

i'll make her repeat simple phrases after me, not academic terms, but mantras of submission

"i am a good girl."

"you know best."

"thinking is hard."

yes, you can keep grinding on my thigh like a desperate little puppy

but only if you keep your eyes on the textbook and get the answer right

every wrong answer ? i pull your hips back

every right one ? you get to hump a little harder

see ? i’m helping you study and stay focused.

"there you go, darling doll. just let it happen. let yourself melt for me."

again. and again. and again

each orgasm pulling you deeper, making you softer, making you sweeter. thoughts slipping away, replaced with nothing but pleasure, nothing but me

let me use you, let me ruin you until words don’t make sense and all you can do is whimper and beg for more

No change in the subjects personality...

What little doubts I had left about the trial vanished after seeing the financial bonus as well as the long list of benefits I'd be provided while on campus. I mean, they were offering everything they possibly could! A paid personal tutor, free textbooks, they outright promised that I would be guaranteed to pass all my classes! Plus, I'd finally grow a real pair of boobs and not be so flat. Not that I'm insecure about that...

No change in the subjects personality...

Of course, no change in personality doesn't mean there's no mental changes at all. There was no mention of the continued and sometimes even worsened cognitive decline in test subjects. A little lie by omission. After all, one can continue to act like a studious, know-it-all bookworm even while being dumb as bricks and wholly oblivious to the fact. At least I was still guaranteed to pass all my classes, even if they aren't exactly college level anymore...

Had you any presence of mind at all after the drug had run its course, you might have been able to figure out that the trial wasn't really for the drug at all. Hucow drugs were fairly established medical fact by that point; the science on the drug itself was considered finished. The true nature of the trial, buried in fine print, was to test something they referred to as "Lactoferric Bovid Anxiety-Related Production Modifiers." The old adage, of course, is that happy cows make better milk and more of it. The question now on the scientists' mind is if that extends to hucows as well. You had read something online years ago about a dairy in Europe using virtual reality to reduce the anxiety of cows trapped inside during the long, cold winters. This was, at its core, a test of the same thing. The transition from human to hucow can be... distressing. Even for those that lose nearly all their intelligence, the pure, hucow lifestyle can be such a jarring change that those hucows can become anxious and resist their transformation. These scientists had, what they thought, a way to combat that.

A few months into the trial and you had yet to realize anything was amiss. You were getting everything you wanted and more. Your breasts had swollen into their gigantic size (your breasts were measured once a week and, despite being told their exact measurements, you could never quite seem to remember what it was) and your academics had never been better! Schoolwork had come easy for a bookworm like you but this was on another level. You couldn't believe how easy the tests seemed now, which only bolstered your confidence. Even questions that, during the exam, had left you scratching your head and resting your udders on the desk to get a better look at the text always came back with near perfect scores. You couldn't even really remember who this Julia Cece person was (though they had misspelled her name terribly on the test sheet) or what happened when you put two numbers on top of each other, your raw talent and instinct carried you through, scoring in the top of your class. The lecture hall, such as it was, didn't look like your old ones and the teacher rarely, if ever, used the chalkboard, but you clearly must be learning something.

Your milk was a second source of pride for you. You were so relaxed, so confident, that the milk flowed freely and easily. Every day, you seemed to set new records for how much milk you were making, and the scientists collecting it really did seem surprised. Just another thing to boost your confidence. You never had many friends which did leave you a bit sad you didn't have anyone to share your triumphs with, but it was okay! Everyone was soooo friendly and they just let you talk and moo all day long, even while they were measuring you and milking you and examining your body. You were funny, too. Clearly, since you'd say something and the scientists would laugh and that'd make you laugh, too.

"keep reading out loud, angel. don’t stop just because i’m inside you."

"that’s my good girl… stay focused on the textbook while i slowly fuck this pretty cunt. you can do both for me, can’t you ?"

"mm, you clenched when you got to that sentence. did my hard cock hitting that spot make it hard to concentrate, darling ?"

"no, no. eyes on the page. i’m just going to use you gently while you study. you’re allowed to whimper, but you have to keep reading."

"such a smart girl and such a perfect little toy at the same time. i love how wet you get when i’m helping you study like this."

"repeat that definition back to me, sweetheart… fuck, you feel so good. that's my good girl. now read the next paragraph while i fill you up nice and deep."