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The next entry after this story will be it’s last, so I’ve started thinking about what will replace this one in my current story rotation. I’ve a couple other “in progress” She Was Too Low Level stories, but they both need to re-read through before I can pick them back up. I may end up starting a new one before I can get to that. And there’s a good chance Stray Cat won’t get a new post next, as it gets less votes then these and I’ll like to wait till at least a few more people vote before I start working on it.
Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: the entry is an average sized one, coming in at just a bit over 5,000 words. It leans HEAVY into non-con physical and mental transformation, with the main character suffering breast growth, forced lactation, and heavy mental stupefaction as she grows to love what she’s being transformed into.
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Thanks to there being no windows in her room time quickly became meaningless Airisu. She tried at first to track the passage of time but the changes her body was going through left Airisu physically exhausted after being awake for only a few hours. Each time she woke she was unsure how long she’d been sleeping and was left even more uncertain how much time had passed.
The first time Airisu woke her breasts felt tender and swollen, but upon sitting up and looking down at them she couldn’t see much difference. Still, she FELT it. They throbbed deep inside, an aching pain she convinced herself was both from them slowly growing AND from her breasts beginning to lactate.
She had nothing to do but lay in bed with her thoughts. Even getting up to pace around the room was something she couldn’t do as she would only be able to crawl on all fours like an animal. The captive Rogue couldn’t stomach doing anything intentionally she knew would lead her to feel more like a cow than a person.
So she just lay there trying not to think about all the horrible things running through her mind but unable to stop herself. To keep her mind from dwelling on the horror of her future she tried to find less horrible things to think of. What she settled on was how different the changes to her body were this time. The breast growth she’d suffered the terrible night she’d come to the Luthanda estate had come on much faster than what she was enduring now, and the evil toxin that terrible plant had injected her breasts with had caused instant lactation.
What was happening to her body now thanks to the Ring of Oohr felt more… real. Less temporary. It was happening more slowly, as though the blessing of the Bovine Goddess of Fertility in Women was making her breasts grow and lactate in an almost natural manner.
It was also FAR more draining. The breast growth she’d endured climbing over the estate walls and while running through the estate grounds had happened almost without her noticing. She’d felt some warmth, but if not for how the increased size had led to her clothing biting into her breasts who knows how long Airisu would have gone without noticing.
This, though, was incredibly physically draining. Just laying naked in bed left her feeling ready to fall back into an exhausted sleep after being awake for only a few hours. At first Airisu fought this, but as the physical exhaustion grew she quickly gave in and let sleep take her…
* * *
When next she woke up it was because the servants had returned. They once more treated her like a visiting noblewoman, clearly aware of her limitations but not mentioning them.
They helped her out of the bed, showing Airisu she could stand on two feet as long as someone was supporting her. They hand bathed her like they had before, pampering and prettying her up. They brought food but knew that thanks to her hands feeling like hooves they needed to feed it to her. They even helped her use a chamber pot that they quickly took from the room after she was done using it.
Airisu had always felt she deserved pampering like this so for a short time the spoiled, selfish Rogue was able to forget what had and was being done to her. But then the servants, having done their work, left. Once she was left naked and alone in the bed, aware that if she tried to get up she’d only be able to go about on all fours like an animal, the horror of her situation quickly returned to her.
After the relief of the pampering it all hit so much harder. She broke into body-shaking sobs which came out as pathetic moos, the sound of which only made her cry even harder. For a long time she lay, crying, aware of the aching throb in her breasts, until she once more passed out from emotional and physical exhaustion…
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It was the aching in her breasts that woke Airisu next. She woke with a half-moaned “moo”, shifting then sitting up and looking down at her chest. The captive Rogue let out a balked “moo” of dismay as she looked down and saw how her firm, perfectly shaped breasts had changed while she slept.
They’d gone from a perky, firm, barely-handfuls to full handfuls that had a slight natural sag that disgusted her. It made her unpleasantly aware that her breasts were just meat hanging off her chest, HEAVY meat that would almost certainly sag even more as they grew larger and heavier.
The word “heavy” kept running through her mind. They LOOKED heavier. They FELT heavier. Not just denser, but FULL. She was certain they weren’t lactating yet, but she was convinced the strange pressure she now felt along with the aching soreness was her breasts beginning to make milk.
Although nearly certain she’d regret it, Airisu couldn’t help cupping her breasts and gently lifting them to test their weight. As she did this the captive Rogue let out a long, low moo of displeasure. They felt even heavier in her hands than they did hanging from her chest. She also discovered just how sensitive the aching sore flesh was. Just cupping and lifting them felt good enough to turn her distraught moo into more of a moan of pleasure.
Suddenly her mind filled with thoughts and desires she DIDN’T want to be having. She started to imagine how pleasing it would be to have a man pawing at her aching breasts. Although the thoughts were unwanted she found herself imagining strong hands groping and squeezing her breasts. The mental images left her panting from arousal. When the image of a man squeezing her breasts in a way that would make milk shoot from her nipples entered her mind she felt a huge burst of arousal that left her aching to masturbate, but the thought so shamed her she refused to acknowledge she’d had it.
Airisu let go of her breasts and dropped back into a lying position. The weight of her breasts resting on her chest, some of which she thought HAD to be imagined, was too much for her to bear. She rolled over onto her side, just as unhappy about the feel of their weight shifting. But once lying on her side she decided the position was better since once her breasts had settled into place they were easier to ignore.
Once she was ignoring her breasts something else came to the front of her mind. Heat. Arousal. Horniness. At first she tried to ignore that too, but it wasn’t long before boredom led to her giving in to how horny she was.
She remained on her side, simply shifting her legs slightly so she could slip a hand towards her womanhood. When her hand reached her pussy Airisu was startled to discover just how wet she was.
It felt like only moments passed before Airisu was panting and thrashing about as she furiously masturbated. With her hand feeling like a hoof she was only able to clumsily rub at her clit, making the ordeal as frustrating as it was slow going even as she built heat.
With as worked up as she was it FELT like getting off should have been easy, but it wasn’t. She mooed in frustration, afraid she’d need more than clitoral stimulation but knowing penetration was impossible with her hands feeling like hoofs. By the time she finally managed to get off she was covered in sweat and so exhausted that she passed out almost at once.
* * *
The servants woke her next. Were they coming multiple times a day or just once? If she figured that out she thought she could track the passage of time by their visits. Seeing that they were all in different outfits left her thinking it couldn’t be the same day. But had she really slept that much?
As they helped her up and started bathing her the questions running through her mind were quickly forgotten. The feel of the wet rags and soap on her naked skin felt so good she was barely aware of the other servants changing her bedding. Once more she was able to forget the horror of her imprisonment and simply indulge in the servants pampering her.
After cleaning her they helped her use a chamber pot, again removing it from the room as soon as she was done with it. Then they brought in food. They fed her after that, although she noticed they seemed less eager to give her the help she needed.
The servant spooning soup into her mouth groaned in frustration. “Are we really going to have to keep feeding her like this forever?”
One of the other servants shrugged. “Take care of her basic physical needs and keep her clean, that was our instructions.”
Airisu looked into the eyes of the one feeding her. They looked past her, seeming unwilling to recognize her as a person. “I say we find a way to provide the food in a manner that’s less work for us. We feed the cow, that’s all that’s important. Doesn’t matter how insulting or humiliating IT finds it.”
Cow. It. The words hit Airisu like she’d been physically struck. Suddenly the pampering didn’t feel so wonderful. Suddenly them having to wash, feed, and help her about felt not like pampering, it felt… dehumanizing. She WASN’T being treated like an honored guest, she was just a thing being taken care of for Lord Luthanda.
The servants picked up on her soured mood, chuckling at her displeasure. It also seemed that the servant questioning how to feed her had broken some seal. Everything would change after that, with their treatment of her growing gradually worse. Eventually Airisu would start to fear their visits, knowing it would be more humiliating than the last. They grew crueler, going from speaking as little as they could around her to verbally shaming and abusing her more with each visit.
No moment would haunt her memories more than the one when they revealed the new way she’d be fed. The cart full of food and bathing supplies they’d brought into the room had a cloth over whatever was on top. They’d made a production of pulling it off quickly to reveal a strange bowl, one that looked disturbingly like the dish an animal would be fed out of.
From that point on they didn’t help feed her. Instead, after cleaning her and helping her use the chamber pot they “helped” her to the floor, putting her on her hands and knees. Then they put the bowl on the floor on the other side of the room, making her crawl on all fours to it. When she arrived she discovered what it was filled with. It was a disgusting gruel at best made to look like animal food and at worst intended to be eaten by livestock.
“Slop in a trough for the cow to gorge herself on,” they explained with cruel laughs. They’d then showered her with humiliating verbal abuse as she had no choice but to slurp up the slop like she was an animal at a trough. They also ensured she slurped up ALL of it, insisting if she refused to eat it she’d be brought worse food and that her torment at their hands would grow worse.
The ordeal of her feedings grew worse as her breasts continued to grow. Each time she woke they were larger, and the larger they got the heavier they grew. And the heavier they grew the more they sagged. Often she wouldn’t be fully aware of how much more their heavy weight sagged till she was made to “gorge herself at the cow trough”.
At first she tried to arch her back while eating to keep her dangling, ever-growing breasts off the ground. But as they kept growing this became harder to accomplish. Eventually she had to accept that her breasts had grown so large and heavy she’d have to endure the feeling of them resting on the floor as she knelt on all fours, feasting on her slop.
By then she was certain the ever-increasing weight was not just from the increased size but from lactation as well. Occasionally her nipples, the areolas grossly stretched out, would leak a trickle of milk. The need to have the milk expressed grew along with the aching full feeling that grew ever more intense as her breasts became fuller.
At first she’d tried to lessen the feeling but found she couldn’t express any meaningful amount of milk on her own. She could only clumsily press on her ever-growing breasts with her hoof-hands, and even when it led to some relief from a little milk being expressed she quickly decided it wasn’t worth how dehumanized it left her feeling.
She tried a few times rolling onto her sides in a way that caused her breasts to be pressed between her body and the bed. It worked a little, the weight of her body on her breasts squeezing out a little milk, but once more she found the act so humiliating and dehumanizing she only tried it a handful of times. It also left a large wet patch on the bed she’d then have to deal with, usually till the servants arrived next to change her bedding.
There was also the awful thing expressing any milk did to Airisu. As her breasts grew and the pressure from the lactation built up she became more easily aroused. Nearly any sensual stimulation left her panting and mooing with desire, while ANY physical contact with her breasts would leave her painfully turned on. Any time even a little of her milk was expressed she’d be left so turned on thinking would be hard for a time.
Each time she gave in to the maddening sexual heat that seemed to be constantly muddling her mind she vowed never to try masturbating again. Even if she managed to get off, which was far from guaranteed, using her hoof hands to jill off would take a frustratingly long time. And even when she DID get off she’d be left more empty and frustrated after only a brief time of relief. Getting herself off just wasn’t enough, she needed MORE.
Slowly the sexual needs she was feeling started to mix with the ever-growing longing to be milked. Airisu knew that the evil Ring of Oohr was causing her to feel a sexual thrill any time she managed to express some of her milk. As time went on her frustrated sexual fantasies mixed with the hated fantasies of being milked that seemed to pop into her head as if put there by some external force. Each time her mind filled with a perverse fantasy of being fucked while being milked like a cow she hated herself a little more, yet each time the fantasy played through her mind she was left longing more for the fantasy to become reality.
By the time each of her breasts had grown to be as large as her head the need to be milked was as much a sexual need as it was a physical need. By the time they had grown to be LARGER than her head she was lost in a sea of longing made of equal parts need to be milked and fucked.
As her breasts grew larger, heavier, and more full of milk it also felt like the weight and internal pressure were melting her mind. Thinking clearly about anything other than being fucked and milked grew harder till it was nearly impossible. By the point her breasts were each larger than her head Airisu’s inner monologue wasn’t being spoken in full sentences. It was visual impressions, or maybe a word or two that shifted in her mind as it became a disturbing language made of moos. Eventually there were no actual words, she thought only in moos.
Pathetic moos expressing a longing to be milked, to have her huge heavy sagging udders squeezed dry.
Desperate moos of longing expressing her aching need to be fucked by a man. To feel his hard member inside her. Painful longing moos attempting to verbalize her desire to have the chance to milk a man’s cock of his precious cum!
Increasingly needy moos sounding not just in her mind but from her lips expressing the want then the need to be milked while she was being fucked. Eventually the moos were all dreamy moos of longing as she fantasized about being impregnated from being fucked while being milked.
Finally they became impatient moos as the young woman who had once been the selfish Rogue Airisu awaited Lord Luthanda’s return so the man could milk, fuck, and impregnate her.
* * *
By the time Lord Luthanda returned Airisu was a horny bovine mess. As soon as she saw him enter the room she began mooing in pathetic, excited longing at the sight of a man that could milk, fuck, and impregnate her.
Lord Luthanda smirked as he began undressing. “It seems the long wait has been worth it,” he said to himself. He knew there was no point in talking to her, there wouldn’t be enough of “her” left in there for it to matter. Oh, she’d respond to direct commands, especially sexual ones, but he knew the Vulpenite Rogue the Guildmaster had sent him was either gone or buried so deep thanks to everything that had happened to her she essentially no longer existed.
And she’ll stay that way as long as I keep the Ring of Oohr on her, he thought as he stripped out of the last of his clothing. He took a moment to stand, looking at the mooing, drooling thing on the bed. More cow than woman now! No, not a ‘cow’. A ‘fuck-cow’. The way she’s mooing. The look in her eyes. The way those eyes keep darting to my cock. Yes… She’s just a fuck-cow now, longing to have her udders milked and her dripping cunt fucked and impregnated.
He’d planned on taking his time, so that’s what he tried to do. After confirming she had enough mind left to follow his orders he had her sit on the edge of the bed then got behind her. From the back she looked nearly like the woman she’d been before she became his thing. A lithe, young Vulpenite. He enjoyed the illusion as he got into position, sitting close behind her so his cock was pressed into the soft fur of her bushy fox tail.
Once comfortable he reached around her body, ready for the illusion of her being WHO she had been to be ruined by feeling WHAT she was now. He easily found her massive breasts. He would have struggled NOT to have his hands bump into them. He’d planned on cupping them to test their weight but by this point they’d grown so large they rested in her lap. He had to force his hands between their bulky, sagging weight and the skin of her legs to get his hands under them.
That this caused his lovely fuck-cow to moo in delight brought him great pleasure. Once more he thought about how waiting had been the right decision. And now, after such a long weight, it’s time to begin enjoying my fuck-cow that will birth my heirs. I’ll start by feeling just how big and heavy her milk-leaking udders have grown.
He began by slowly lifting them up, shivering in delight at the feel of their immense weight in his hands. He lifted them a bit higher, reveling in his fuck-cow’s soft moos of delight.
Then he shifted his hands, getting a better hold of the bulkiest parts of his fuck-cow’s udders. Once he had a firm grab he squeezed, softly at first then harder. The cow mooed out in ecstatic delight as he milked her, neither of them caring about the mess the milk shooting from her engorged nipples was making.
As she mooed she wiggled and gyrated her body, repositioning herself leaned forward slightly to raise her backend. Soon his cock had fallen away from her tail and become wedged in between her ass cheeks. Her moos of delight as he kept milking her shifted, becoming desperate moos of need to feel his cock inside her.
Lord Luthanda had planned on enjoying milking her for longer but the fuck-cows eagerness to have him inside her was too much for him. He had the rest of his life to enjoy using her as he pleased, especially knowing she’d remain young to his eyes long into his elder years thanks to her race’s longer lifespan. Knowing that he abandoned all attempts to take things slow.
He gave the fuck-cow exactly what it wanted. He grabbed her, pulling her onto the bed and flipping her over onto all fours like the animal he’d turned her into. A moment after she was in position he had rammed his throbbing member into her sopping wet hole. As she mooed out in joy he grabbed her hips and started fucking her, hard and fast.
There had been so much waiting for this moment that he didn’t last long. Both he and his fuck-cow had grunted in delight when he’d cum. Then, as the moment passed, she’d let out a moo of disappointment that it was over so soon.
“Don’t sound so sad, my precious fuck-cow,” he told her with an almost loving pat on her ass. “I’ve been waiting too long for this moment to be over. Notice I’m still hard in you.”
When she felt the truth of his words the fuck-cow’s eyes opened wide and she mooed in excitement. Then, when he started to pull out, she mooed in panic. She pressed her backend into him to keep his cock inside her.
“We’ll keep going,” he promised her, “I just want to change positions. I want to be able to see those huge, milk-filled udders bouncing as I fuck you. I want to be able to SUCK on them as they flop about.”
The fuck-cow happily rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs and mooing invitingly for him to enter her again. His seed was trickling out of her but she wanted to milk more of it out of him. She’d thought she’d felt Oohr’s blessing ensure she was impregnated, but she wanted to be sure it happened. She intended to do all she could to milk him dry while trying to get HIM to milk her tits dry while he fucked her.
She did everything she could to make it happen. She mooed out her desires. She thrust her chest up and shifted it from side to side to make her udders flop and bounce about more pleasingly to him. When he started sucking on one of them she used her hoof-hands to better press the bulk of her tits into his face to encourage him to continue.
Near the end of the encounter, when she was starting to feel the man was close to being spent, the fuck-cow discovered something wonderful that made their last few moments fucking spectacular. When she was touching his dick or balls she could use her fingers!
Feeling that he’d soon cum again and that once he did he’d be too spent to continue she was desperate to make the most of their last few moments. She reached between them and managed to get hold of the lower half of his shaft as he thrust out of her. Once she’d grabbed, and thankful his cock was as pleasingly long as it was, she stroked him off as he pumped in and out of her cunt. She’d milk his cock dry of every drop of semen he had!
He’d cum at least twice since they’d begun, although everything had been such an intense wet mess it might have been more. Her cunt and his cock were a frothy mess of sexual fluids that had been churned up inside of her. The feel of the mess on his shaft delighted her. She grabbed hold, mooing as it slid in her grip while he picked up speed to fuck her fast. She squeezed and stroked, knowing it would push him over the edge.
She was ready, she needed him to cum so hard it would hurt him. That’s what it would take to milk him dry, it was what she NEEDED, it was what the goddess Oohr wanted her to do! She felt it, divine guidance that she knew would return every time she was a good cow who eagerly served her master.
Lord Luthanda grunted and groaned, no longer feeling like he was fucking the thing under him. She was milking him of every drop he had left, working his member with hand and cunt. He came harder than he’d imagined possible, cumming so hard it HURT. The moment it was done he collapsed with a drained, happy sight onto the fuck-cow under him.
For a long time he lay on her, face resting on one of her overlarge udders, enjoying the dampness of the milk leaking from it thanks to the pressure of his head on the teat. He savored the gross feeling of his manhood slowly losing its erection and the way it eventually slipped out of his fuck-cow’s cum-soiled cunt.
Sated and drained both Lord Luthanda and his fuck-cow started to drift into peaceful sleep. His waiting had been worth it. She was the perfect fuck toy and would hopefully be the perfect broodmare for his heirs. He’d find out in time. He was CERTAIN she’d be impregnated after this thanks to the Ring of Oohr. But to be safe he’d need to keep fucking her till she showed signs of being pregnant.
And I’ll probably keep having my fun with her, he thought happily as he drifted off. The thing laying under me isn’t a Rogue Adventurer, it’s just my fuck-cow, now and forever…
Airisu’s story has just about come to an end, and now only needs an epilogue. How will it play out? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
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