The Irish Moo's (Part 2) (Patreon)

The bovin standing a head taller than her pal gained a devious grin across those full lips. “Isn’t it wonderful my Mama.”

Those devilish words reached the canine’s ears, bringing a silly grin upon their own juicy lips as they dipped their head to the side seeing the other patrons begin to gawk. “Like what ya see fellas?”

The men of the joint suddenly catch themselves, trying their best to reorient back around the piano but Raug doesn't relent as she gives a mighty squeeze to one of Arc’s breasts causing them to howl out a heady groan of bliss.

“That’s my good busty Mama Moot,” she cooed, pulling at her shirt till one of her own milk jugs came tumbling out and bringing the canine’s own mouth towards it. “Now watch this fellas. My mama has all kinds of gifts.”

The patrons closest to the action had already succumbed to the euphoric display in front of them as some men had gotten half naked, working away at their manhoods.

“Puh, those are kind of pathetic,” jeered the heffer, shoving her swollen nipple into Arc’s mouth as they started to suck. “What do ya say Mama. Shouldn’t they be bigger?”

Arc sucking on that tit as her tongue got splashed by the wash of milk leaking from the bovine making her groan and press her muzzle gainst that puffy round.

Raug giggle groans that escaped her lips, as she reached back and smacked at her huge cake mound. The single act sent a ripple through her dense figure. “Oh Mama! Keep that up,” she cried out in hot bliss, arching her neck back. Her breast pressed even harder at the shorter ladies head. “Keep going Mama. Drink off your heffer…”

Arc feeling her horny friend work themselves heavier against her own body sent a thrill down her spine as the canine's tail flicked up and then wagged faster while she snogged on that wet tit. She tugged on that knob, letting her lips lock like a vice as she consumed more of the lactation having it work down their throat and dumping into her stomach.

“Oh baby,” moo’d out Raug, arching her back letting her huge mounds jut out even more. “K-K-Keep it up…”

As the Wuffamute continued to sate their lusting thirst, her tuft of pink with purple streaks head hair had grown longer, spilling past her shoulders, and backside into thick locks. She blew wafts of hot air out of that purple hued nose which had broadened into a thick snout of a cow; while a set of cute horns sprang on either side of their head.

The domineering bovine looked down, seeing the transformation happen, smirking at her efforts. “What did I tell you, boys? She is full of surprises.” She took one of those small horns in her hand, giving it a soft tug making the changing lass groan. “That feel good hun?”

Arc worked themselves ever closer, bringing those paws of theirs at Raugs huge thighs, and offering up some tender grabs. Her already impressive rack started to pull at her tied shirt, jiggling and bulging bigger. Her rear-end widened, stretching out those jean shorts with all that new expansion as each cheek hung out more and more. That fluffy tail morphed into a long and thick bovine tail as a puff of pink fur fluffed at the tip.

A couple of the men in the immediate area had made their way towards both heffers with leering eyes and greedy digits. One of them being a jet black bovine himself but on the beefier side of living. The massively built male lumbered closer, his clothing already tossed to the wayside as he grabbed at Arc’s mounting backside. “Look at all this prime real estate up for auction.”

Raug smirked, turning their sights on the large lad. “You think so? Think you can tackle all of us?”

The bull proudly snorted, puffing out his chest while he pulled at his lengthy manhood. “What do you think girlie?”

A scoff came from the bigger lady. “Girlie? We’ll see who’s a girlie soon.” She returned her attention back to Arc as she reached for her shirt, undoing its tie. When both of her tiddies came free, she let out a heady moo, pushing back on the free one. “Oh Mama,” she cried out, her tone gone more needy and submissive. “I wanna be bigger… I wanna be the biggest moo cow for you…”

The canine switched cow pulled off that milk drenched nipple as she leto ut a belch, having milk stream down the sides of his face. “I was waiting for you to finally start,” she giggled, looking herself over. “Not that you haven’t done your share already.”

The bull landed a firm smack against Arc’s bubbly ass mounds, making them shake and jiggle while they pulled at the shorts fabric until a stitch popped and that was enough to send the rest of it into a heap on the floor.

“Oh Mama,” groaned Raug, planting her hands over the shorter cow's juicy hips. “Look at how much fatter you got from me…”

Arc giggled again, wagging that booty before shoving at the bull, glancing back at them “Do it again and you’ll be in for a real treat.” She brought her gaze back to her whining gal. “Then I guess I need to make you even fatter then, right?”

“Oh yes! Yes,” she exclaimed, shaking her head feverishly. “M-M-Make me so much fatter! I need to be fatter to make you proud of me.”