Bessica, Part 2 (Patreon)

Alex is an ordinary university student who wishes to expose the alpha-bitch on campus for the 'cow' she really is. She visits Tila the Wandering Witch to make this happen, but developements - bovine and otherwise - begin to spiral rapidly out of control.

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When Jessica got back to her room she went straight to the mirror. She’d spent a full half-hour freaking out in front of ot that very morning, but this time she beamed with pride at her newly grown womanhood. She rose on the balls of her feet, then dropped back down, feeling the faintest of jiggles upon her chest.

“So cool,” she said. She brushed a finger over the slightly-rounded flesh that had just yesterday felt flat. It was still a bit sensitive; there was a dull ache in both of them, and her nipples occasionally throbbed. ‘Growing pains,’ Alex had called them. That’s all they were, she reassured herself. She shivered with excitement at the notion that they could even grow a little bigger, but her stomach groaned before she could examine them any further.

God, I am starving, she thought. Lunch mustn’t have been enough. A brief thought excited her, that her body was craving food because she wasn’t done developing, and it needed energy to convert into more tissue and fat. She took out her phone, licked her lips,

“What the hell,” she said aloud to herself, and dialled out for a pizza delivery. “Hello, I’d like to place an order for a supreme pizza with a coke and garlic bread.” Her stomach groaned again as she called, the aching emptiness growing within her. “Um, actually, make that two pizzas.”

Half an hour later an absolutely ravenous Jessica answered the door. She practically swiped the food and drink from the delivery boy’s hand and shoved a tip into his face, not bothering to see if he caught it in time as she slammed the door. She consumed piece after piece, devouring slice after slice and downing it with soft drink. She’d never been a big eater, her small frame had never needed it, but now she was in the throes of hunger, and within twenty minutes both pizzas were devoured, and the garlic bread not too long after. She belched loudly, rubbed her full stomach, and with delight, her small breasts.

“Gods be good to me,” she said as she rested back on the couch. “Give me a bigger rack! Or just a rack, really.”

She drifted into a sleep that was only partly natural, her eyelids closing as the potion continued to do its work. Jessica had been fairly right; her body was craving food, using the resulting energy and fat to alter her body and increase her breastsize. But unknown to her, her body was being changed in other ways that were farther reaching, right down to the smallest level. Her DNA was just beginning to take on bovine attributes, and a lot more energy was needed to drive the change to reach the end-product. Jessica’s body was still far too bony and boy-like to accommodate the greater changes yet, particularly those related to lactation. The Wandering Witch’s magic was powerful, and Alex had wanted her bully to know what it was to be ‘like a cow’; and soon Jessica would be the unintended recipient of that change instead. Her body needed food to fuel these changes, to give her the required curves, and so it was that she awoke at 3am with cravings even worse than before. In a zombie-like state she opened up her fridge, barely awake except for the relentless, unending hunger in her core. She devoured salads, leftovers, uncooked pasta, even a stick of raw butter, licking her fingers to take in every needed calorie, every drip of fat for her changing body. When she was satisfied, at least for now, she returned to bed, still barely aware of what she had done, and fell back to sleep. She was in for a pleasant surprise when she woke.

It would not be pleasant for long.

At around the same time, across the college, Tiana was also helping herself to midnight snacks and sticks of butter. Despite Alex’s desires, Tiana had only drunk a fifth or so of the potion, and so her needs were not so extreme. To her delight, her already sizable chest had grown, and her ass had rounded out even further. The area of her forehead, at the top of her scalp was oddly a little tender. Two points in particular. And her jaw was starting to hurt a little. Too much chatter with those stupid bitches that other day. Somewhere on the road, a siren suddenly blared, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“MWAH!”

She stopped, unsure why she had been so affected, or what the strange sound she had just produced had been. She shook it off as tiredness, re-examining her perfect bust in the mirror. As far as she was concerned, she was the entire package. She took to sleep, having finished her unexpected snack, the magic continuing to alter her DNA as well. Neither woman had received the full potion, and so they would be recipients of quite different cow aspects. And while Tiana’s changes were likely not to be as extreme as Jessica’s, they too were just beginning, they would certainly be unique.

And they were just beginning.

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“B-cups!” Jessica pronounced, “B-cups Alex!”

Alex could barely believe her eyes as they stood in the gym changing room together, but her friend was right. In the span of only four days, Jessica’s chest had come out of non-existence and grown into being, and judging from the outline of her summer shirt, was now easily a grown woman’s size, equal to her own. She could tell Jessica was waiting for a reaction; her friend was half-excited and half in nervous shock.

“Wow,” Alex finally said, “they have sure come out of hiding Jess, I’m so happy for you!” She wrapped her friend in a hug, felt the squash of breasts where once it was simply her own against a flat board. “And you’re looking healthier too. Have you put on weight?”

Jessica fell back into herself, cheeks blushing red.

“I mean that in a good way, Jess. Look at you, your arms aren’t as skinny, and I swear you’ve actually got some curves girl.”

It was true; Jessica’s late-night binges were finally paying off with increased mass in all the right places. For now, it only added to her appearance, increasing her femininity as her hips widened slowly towards child-bearing proportions, and layers of fat rounded out her bottom and thighs. Even her hair was currently more thick than usual, going from a frizzy mane to a luscious one. Jessica regarded herself in the mirror and smiled, giving herself a twirl. For once in her life she was happy with her body, truly happy, not just having to make do with what she had and keeping her head high.

Her stomach gurgled loudly, a small ache of emptiness growing within her. She clutched her belly and cringed.

“You alright?” Alex asked.

“F-fine,” she answered, “j-just – oh! – just hungry. Starving in fact. Can we grab a bite to eat?” Another gurgle hit her, and hit hard.

“Damn, girl.”

Jessica grinned sheepishly. “Ugh . . . sorry, I haven’t eaten breakfast.”

That part was a lie, but she was hoping it worked. It would be embarrassing to admit she was simply eating like a pig lately. Or a cow.

Alex gave a look of concern, not sure what was going on with her friend. Then it hit her, it was so obvious! She’d gone to see the Wandering Witch as well! It all made sense as to why she was changing slowly. She decided to keep that thought to herself; if Jess didn’t want her to know she didn’t want her to know. Clearly food would keep the changes rolling, though she had to admit, she was slightly jealous she hadn’t just asked for a potion for better looks like her friend. It was paying off in a way that Tiana wasn’t. Maybe something had gone wrong with the potion?

“Let’s go to Burger Delite,” Alex suggested, and Jessica nodded, practically salivating. “I’ll, uh, drive. I think you might be a little too hungry to do so yourself.”

Another loud gurgle, and Jess clutched her stomach. “You might be right.”

Alex chuckled, and they began to walk to the parking lot, Alex casting the occasional glance to the side at her friend’s new curves, a slight feeling of jealousy coming over her. If her body wasn’t done changing, how good looking would she become? Jess didn’t seem the kind to pursue a supermodel look. In many ways, Alex had always admired the way her friend didn’t take shit from anyone over her appearance, though she knew Jess was affected inwardly by having a boyish body. It made Alex feel guilty for even feeling jealous; she herself had always been more self-conscious of such things, and her body was fine! She’d just lacked the strength to shrug off Tiana’s insults like Jess did. I’ve got to be happy for my friend, she thought.

Jessica herself just felt two things; the pangs of hunger, and a confused joy. Her new B-cup breasts bobbed slightly with each step, pushing just a little too tightly against her bra so that they spilled a little outward. Ugh, she thought. I’ll have to get a new bra, and fast, and hope I don’t grow another cup-size in the time it takes to find one.

Several male students looked her way as she passed, and she blushed under their gaze, feeling anxious yet confident that men were finally looking at her. It was like being under a microscope, but at the same time, she could tell they liked what they saw. She shifted her hips a little, exaggerated the motion so they swung slightly from side to side, her breasts bouncing in her top just a little more.

“Looking good, Jess,” one man called out, a fellow student from her history class.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” she said, and smiled widely, but froze as Derek approached her. He was blushing, trying to look anywhere but at her chest.

“Hey Jess, you look . . . wow, you look really good. I mean, you’ve always looked really good, but now. Wow.”

Jess raised an eyebrow. “Always looked good? C’mon Derek, let’s not lie.”

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Not every guy sees just what’s in front of him, Jess. Look, it’s taken me a long time to work up the courage, so . . .”

He passed her a note, but it was just a series of numbers. “In case you’re interested.”

“Umm, what is this?” Jess said. Alex’s eyes were simply wide. She snatched the note.

“It’s a number, Jess.”

“My number,” Derek said, “specifically. I’d like you to have it.”

Jess looked at it again. “Umm, why would I like to have it?”

“Well, way I figure, it’ll be easier to keep in touch with you in case we have to change plans for our first date.”

Jess froze. “Is this some trick set up by Tiana or something? Tiana, you out there? This totally smells like a trap.”

Derek laughed. “No trick, honest. I’m not even with that group any more. Truth be told, I’ve been wanting to go out with you for some time. You speak your mind and you’re always strong. I find that . . . well I find that attractive in a woman. Look, just consider it, okay? Give me a call if you’re interested.”

He made his way past, blushing a little but otherwise glad to have made his feelings clear.

“Oh my God,” Alex said, clutching her friend, “it finally happened!”

Realisation dawned on Jess. She stared down at her own top, at the line of cleavage she’d never had just four days before. Things were looking up.

◊◊◊

The next morning she woke up to feel something heavy wobble on her chest. It took her a moment to realise it was her chest. As with previous nights, she’d gone on an eating binge, devouring her fridge’s contents and having to order takeaway just to sustain her. Butter, ham, uncooked bacon and other goods, it was all the same, so long as it went to her stomach. She scratched at her chest, at the continual tightening feeling that gripped her skin, almost as if there was a pressure behind her breasts. They were hot, flushed, weighty, and as she came to her senses she was shocked to see they had grown even larger during the night, enough so that they filled and overflowed her palms. Her nipples even looked larger, and her areola too, and she shuddered as her fingers traced over them. They tightened in response.

“So sensitive,” she gasped. The feeling ran like lightning down into her groin. “They must be C-cups by now.”

She let them go, felt the alien sensation of her new-grown chest wobbling until they settled.

“No bra of mine will be big enough now.”

A serious worrying thought ran over her. What if this wasn’t the end? What if her growth spurt kept on going for several more days? I’m happy now, but how big is too big? Big-chested woman can’t be as active as I am at the moment, and I’ll get back pain even as it is.

She ran a hand over her chest. She was so damn overheated. Her skin was flushed, almost like her core was radiating the heat outwards. Then suddenly, a pressure started building. It was small at first, just a tingle behind her skin, but it continued to build, a constant and increasing tightness.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned as she sat up in bed, her hands resting over her tender breasts. “ah-ah-ooohhhhhhhh.”

The feeling was growing, and it was becoming too much to ignore. The pressure was unbearable, yet also . . . arousing? She kneaded her breasts, a small primal part of her urging them to get bigger. To grow in size and weight. She stood in front of the tall mirror in her bedroom, and was surprised at how she looked. She had been so caught up in the general shape of her body changing, not just the breasts but also her widening hips and increase of curves, that she hadn’t even noticed her hair. It seemed fuller, thicker. It was certainly darker. She had always had what she considered to be mousy-brown hair. Now it was several shades further than that, something on the other side of chestnut brown. She turned her head, and gasped. It was darker at the front, and particularly on her right-hand side, but to her left and to the back had become lighter, moving more towards an almost-blonde sort of colour.

“What the fuck – oooohhhh . . .” she moaned. The twin points of pressure within her chest renewed themselves. It was like being pumped into, her skin straining at an increasing sense of fullness. Her nipples hardened, pushing themselves outwards, sending waves of intense arousal and discomfort as her fingers accidentally brushed them.

“Hah – ooh – hee – nngghnn,” she panted, “what’s happening to meeeuuugggghhhnnn . . .”

To her astonishment, her breasts began to expand, her chest slowly filling out in her palms, overflowing them, the pressure mounting more and more behind. Something was rapidly pumping into her C-cups, and they expanded, going from Cs to D-cups. She was red in the cheeks, sweating with arousal and strain, but still her changes continued, the pressure dimming and dying only when her breasts had increased to what had to have been Double-D cups, far larger than just about any other woman on campus. Jessica stood there, panting and puffing, eyes wide and disbelieving at what had just occurred. My breasts just grew visibly. This isn’t natural. Fear came over her. Why is this happening?

She lay on her back in her bed, still breathing in hard, her enormous bosom rising and falling before her, each breast now large enough to spread out to her sides while unconstrained by a bra. She traced her fingers over them, shuddered as her nipples hardened again, though at least not so much as before. So . . . damn . . . sensitive. The same could be said for the skin above her crotch. It was sorer than the previous day, the skin feeling slightly cracked, or at least certainly harder than the rest of her. Two small points beneath her heavy breasts also felt a little sore. After what had just happened, these points of interest held a darker import for her.

Once she was calmed, she took a shower, marvelling at the increased sensitivity of her body. True enough, the skin just above her groin was looking reddish and slightly mottled, and the pubic hair had thinned around that area as well. Worse still there seemed to be two small round moles just below her chest, parallel to each nipple. It worried her. She had to find Alex. Alex would help her with . . . whatever this was.

She was soon dressed and ready to go, or at least as ready as she would ever be. She was now positively stacked; far too buxom to fit into any of her usual bras or shirts. She opted for a sweater in the end, her breasts outlining clearly against them, barely held in place by an overly-stretched undershirt. The getup managed to hide her throbbing nipples well enough, though her assets still bulged against the material. She was about to walk out the door when her hunger pangs started.

“Uhgh, not now,” she said aloud to herself, “please.”

Her stomach growled louder, and that empty feeling increased, wanting to be filled with any and all kinds of food; anything to increase her calorie intake. Little did Jessica know that her body had finally deemed itself filled out enough to begin the next set of changes. Her curves and expanded bosom, her increased weight that had given her a bombshell quality would not last for much longer. Now her body was preparing for far more radical changes, ones that would make her a different species entirely. As she feasted on sticks of butter, on vegetables and fruit - but oddly not the meat -  the fat was being redistributed, the energy consumed to fuel these changes. Other, more primal instincts were also stirring within her mind, just beginning to take precedence. The ongoing changes were leaving her flushed, somewhat exhausted, her skin increasingly sensitive. She was becoming horny, and her body had entered into heat.

She was entering the point of no return.

◊◊◊

Jessica continued to turn heads as she entered the campus, many of the boys not even recognising poor stick-thin Jessica as the curvaceous bombshell with wide, child-bearing hips that swayed sexily from side to side as she passed them. Her larger chest jiggled as she walked, her nipples pronounced against her sweater with the lack of a decent bra. She revelled in their glances, their stares, even the slack-jawed gawkers that accompanied her passing. A few even wolf-whistled her, and while part of her was creeped out, that growing primal part was considering approaching them, considering using this new body in the way it was clearly intended to. In just the span of a week she had gone from a rake-thin girl barely distinguishable from a boy, to every man’s walking wet dream. The words washed over her like a summer’s day swim.

“Have you seen Jessica lately? Talk about a late puberty!”

“God, she’s gone from like a 2 to 10 in a week!”

“Hit the genetic lottery!”

“Built like a brick shithouse!”

“Donnie, I can see you looking at her. I’m supposed to be your girl!”

“Nice rack!”

As much as she needed to see Alex, a part of her glowed with their comments, and she couldn’t help but put on a swaying show for them. A man approached. It was Derek, fresh from his psychology lecture, his gaze fixed on her chest before rising to her eyes.

“Hey,” he said, “I’m Derek. Have we met before, miss?”

“Oh, god, are you really doing that?” she laughed. “Well, I’m Jessica, Mr Derek. Nice to meet you for the first time ever.”

He looked her up and down. “Jessica Rabbit?”

She chuckled. “That’s terrible.”

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug, “but it’s got us talking, right? Have you thought a little about what I said? I’m kinda keen to scoop you up before the line starts forming.”

He was handsome, more handsome than anyone she ever thought she’d up with. Almost too handsome for her, were it not for her mirror reflection from the morning. For the first time in her life she realised she could be outside someone else’s league, even Derek’s. She remembered a saucy scene from an old movie, and stepped closer toward him, stuck her sizeable chest out slightly so he could see the curvature of her breasts more clearly. It was a clumsy move, and made all the more embarrassing when she realised her nipples were still on display. But Derek didn’t back down, only blinked twice, eyes straining not to look down. She realised she could be the clumsiest person on Earth and still draw his eye.

Not bad at all, not bad at all. Maybe I’ll see Alex a little later.

To Be Continued . . .