Heffer II (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ioew.

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By the time classes were over that day, Paige was pouring sweat. She hobbled into her campus apartment. Tina was lounged on the couch with a book, her long, slim legs on display in the tiny shorts she was wearing. Tina flashed a smile as Paige gave a small wave and waddled toward her room. But something gave her pause, and she slowly turned to face Tina again. There was a pair of orange pompons lying on the coffee table.

Paige swallowed against the lump in her throat. “What…are those?” she managed out.

Raising her face from her book again, Tina gave a look of confusion. But as her eyes followed the line of Paige’s gaze, she smiled. “Oh, I joined the cheer squad. Apparently they had an opening.”

Paige choked.

“It’s not like me, I know. I always thought cheerleaders were so asinine,” Tina went on, raising a brow. “But, well—I surprise even myself sometimes.”

Paige felt her face incrementally growing redder. But her belly lurched harshly, and she didn’t think she could handle a shouting match with Tina at that moment. Instead she turned and waddled to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

She leaned heavily on the door, breathless and miserable. She couldn’t believe how hot she felt. She struggled out of the baggy sweater dress she was wearing, which brought her down to the confining support-wear she had been fruitlessly using to keep her changes at bay. Paige trudged over to the mirror.

Her belly was a massive round ball attached to her torso. Face twisted, Paige slowly unwrapped herself from the pregnancy girdle, causing her belly to only surge out more. She looked as though she was pregnant—more than pregnant. She looked as though she could pop out quads at any moment.

She didn’t think it was possible that she was pregnant, and even so—how could she have grown to be this far along in only a few weeks? But the lurching movements within her girth only seemed to corroborate this theory. Even then, her skin wiggled and protruded in places, gently tenting, as though something was pushing at it from within.

Paige panted quietly, her back straining. She undid her bra, allowing her swollen FF-cup breasts to wobble freely. Despite their largeness, they were almost uncomfortably round and perk, looking surgically augmented in their plumpness. Paige cupped then, shuddering as she glided her fingers over her large, sensitive nipples, which were extraordinarily distended and large. Hesitating briefly, she took a gulp, and raised her breasts slightly.

Beneath was a secondary pair. Another set of breasts! Paige stared at them in uneasiness, still at a loss of what was happening to her. This hardly seemed like a human development. What if she wasn’t human? What if she was just some sort of mutant freak?

There was a knock on the door. “Paige, I’m putting a movie in,” Tina called, almost too airily.

“I think I’m just going to rest,” said Paige tightly.

“Oh well…see you in the morning, I guess.” Tina’s footsteps padded off.

The thought of staying in her room until morning was almost unbearable for Paige. She had just eaten a full lasagna in the campus kitchens, but was already feeling hungry again. Her stomach gurgled at the mere thought of food. Maybe she could order in.

Paige pushed her supportive underwear low on her hips, low enough to let the round honeydew-sized udder spill out, nubs wobbling. Her tail popped free from her underwear in the back. They were the most drastic and bizarre of her changes. They truly weren’t nearly human. They were fucking—cow attributes. She was becoming a cow. Paige didn’t even know how all this was possible. She was scared to go to the hospital because she had no doubt that someone would call the media.

Her future was uncertain. She didn’t even know what she would do about the apparent pregnancy. Would she go into labor soon? What would she do? And how could she possibly give birth to something so huge? What would she do with the baby—or babies? Would her offspring be as freakish as she was? What would her own parents think when they saw what she had become?

There were so many questions, but none she wanted to think too long about in her stress and fear of what would happen to her. Her tail swished behind her in an automatic way that made her sick to her stomach. Trying her best to ignore it, Paige donned a T-shirt which could barely cover both pairs of her large breasts. She then pulled out some school books and eased her massive body down into her desk chair, which creaked correspondingly. She hissed and cupped the udder as she spread her legs and shifted her weight atop it. Her belly pressed into the edge of the desk and separated her from it a good deal, but she would have to manage.

Before burying herself in school work, Paige ordered several pizzas from the Italian restaurant around the block. She then put on her glasses, massaged her temple, and buried herself in her school work.

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