Cowgirl Dreams

"Cowgirl Dreams" - by melonmusk29

(This is my newest story, a really long one compared to everything else so far. I'm probably taking a lot longer between stories to put them out consistently as finished products instead of chapters that I just make up as I go. Hopefully this means that they're better, and honestly, first chapters perform better than others, so hopefully this will work better for that.

Focusing on something I've toyed around with for a while, Cowgirl Dreams is my realization of what a lot of expansion content is focused on. I've mostly been just doing BE up until now, but I haven't done any milk or cowgirl content. That's changed, though, now. Sit back, unzip your pants if you must, read on, and comment your favorite parts or issues you had.

Unless you're under 18.)

--melonmusk29

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Chapter One

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DAY 1

Enter Wyatt. A twenty-two year old Chinese man straight out of college, working the night shift at a 24-hour convenience store located at a pitstop along Highway 10, wedged between Palm Springs and the greater L. A. area. He lived out on the eastern side of Beaumont, having dreams of getting out of there and actually living in L. A. Taking college at UCLA only fortified his dreams, where he started living full time in the city and experiencing all of its glory. But for now... while he was working off his college debt, he was stuck here.

Slumped over at about 2:00am at night, he was sitting in a chair behind the counter of the store. Short, feathered black hair and a very average-looking face, he wasn't the most prospective of partners. His acne had hit him hard during his teen years, and now he was left with scars. A baggy black t-shirt, dark-blue cargo pants. A signature gray hoodie draped over the chair under him, because California was just too hot now. It was his first autumn out of school, and it seemed like a hard one.

To try and find the one for him in college, he had happened to build up some good habits. Studying hard and committing. Good time management and planning. Working out. Although he had really only did it for attention and peer pressure, working out had rewarded him with a nice, toned and muscular body.

All of these great features of him, no matter how good they looked to anyone, were wasted behind this night shift. The job market was getting really bad. This was all he could get.

His hobbies: Video games. He enjoyed military settings and FPS shooters, and he also collected army surplus and armor. He loved how the tactical gear looked and how functional it was.

Anime. He had decided to pick up drawing, especially in the anime art style, but soon gave up because practically everyone else already could do it. So he worked on his writing, learning the art of the light novel.

And admittedly, he also liked anime because of the girls.

Jerking off to them wasn't a rare occurrence, so a large portion of his manga collection was pretty ecchi stuff. He also collected figurines, some of which... had obvious reasons why he bought them.

His preference: Big tits. Above all else, big tits. They were just so appealing to him... the way they bounced and sloshed. The way they were shaped. The way they were so soft and squishy. Like balloons, but made out of jelly. Pillows. It was just... well, his thing.

After getting into manga, he had found himself increasingly searching for manga with bigger tits. Bustier characters. Eventually, he had worked himself up to what was around the size of the character's heads. So, quite large.

He also quite enjoyed flamboyantly and non-conventionally dressed girls, too. In manga, usually gyaru and punk girls. The tan skin, bleached hair and gaudy makeup of gyaru just somehow got him aroused. Maybe it was the fact that they dressed revealingly. Or that they stood out.

When consuming non-manga media, he also liked his girls non-conventionally dressed, too. His social media feed was usually recommending him a lot of either goth girls or cosplay girls. The dominant part of goth girls didn't appeal to him; it was the cute and oddly innocent part of them that attracted him. Their gorgeous makeup and accessory style, especially the black lipstick and spiky chokers, were so damn sexy. With cosplay girls, their elaborate outfits and outstanding looks were gorgeous, and their usually anime-inspired makeup and exaggerated facial features, like extreme blush and an emphasis on large eyes, were too hot. One thing all of these types had in common, usually, were their personalities. Bubbly, cheerful and outgoing, plus a usual affectionate and encouraging side towards the viewer, him, attempted to satiate his need and desire for a cute and happy relationship.

Oh, and their boobs, of course. That also was attractive to Wyatt.

The tits satiated his lust and hunger for sex, beauty and carnal knowledge.

Wyatt Tang wouldn't know what was about to hit him that night, at 2:00am in the convenience store off of Highway 10.

Something that was able to satiate both his carnal lust and relationship desire.

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That night, at around 2:00am in the morning, Wyatt was kicking back in the chair by the counter at the store. Reading a Japanese import manga magazine featuring lewd stories. He had set it up so that he would receive, as part of a subscription, a few personalized magazines of his favorite kind every month. His boss had kind of given up on the fact that he was reading pretty lusty material. He basically did the same thing; after all, just Playboy magazines instead.

The bell rigged to the door ringed, signaling that someone had entered the store.

Wyatt sighed and put the magazine away before sitting and looking up.

He didn't have too good of a view from behind the counter, but someone was approaching him from behind one of the shelves.

"Do you need any help?" He weakly asked.

"Yes!" A high, feminine voice answered.

A young woman, maybe a year or two younger than him, came from around the corner holding a pack of instant noodles and her other hand out.

She was Asian, like him. Short, black hair just around neck length. She looked slightly disgruntled and disheveled, like she might have not gotten enough sleep recently. She was quite short, skinny, seeming not too mature physically. Not that attractive, but she also looked like a tourist. So Wyatt didn't bother trying to flirt with her. It was unprofessional of him, as a convenience store clerk on duty, to flirt on the job.

"Yeah, I really, really need help quick..." She said, seeming quite worried.

"Of course, what do you need? Is there something wrong?" Wyatt responded in his most professional voice, despite it being at such a late hour. He guessed that the more professional he sounded, the quicker he would be upgraded from a clerk at a convenience store.

"I need to make a phone call, can I borrow a phone? I'm stranded, and I need to call my insurance, and..." She seemed like she might have been panicking.

"It's alright, don't worry." Without missing a beat, Wyatt handed over his phone, already unlocked.

"Thanks so much! I can buy something, if you need, if the store's like that." She offered up the pack of noodles.

"You can just take the phone call, but okay... do you want... hmm..." Wyatt turned around, looking behind him. At this rate, at this hour, there might not be another customer for hours. Time to show some more hospitality.

"Do you... plan on eating these now?" He asked.

"Uh... yeah." She said, looking at his phone and tapping away.

"Do you want me to give you a paper bowl... and some hot water for them?" He continued.

"Sure, that would be great..." The woman was now turned away from him, concentrating on dialing her number.

She raised the phone to her ear, and started waiting.

Wyatt poured hot water from the hot water machine behind him into a paper bowl, along with the noodles and packet.

The woman mouthed the words gratefully, "Thank you" to him while he did so.

"Oh! Hi! Is this... uh... hold on--" She started walking to the other side of the store while talking on the phone. Wyatt made sure to keep his eyes on her, in case she tried to make off with his cheap smartphone.

Sighing, he twiddled his thumbs and considered taking back out his magazine. But he didn't want to judge him when she saw it.

Just in time, Wyatt looked back and stirred the noodles. They actually looked quite appealing the way he had done them, and it was hard to resist the temptation to take a bite. But of course, that would be unprofessional and unbecoming of him, as a convenience store clerk on duty, to consume the sold and paid for merchandise.

He heard her hang up the phone. For a moment, she was standing still, behind a shelf and out of sight, and he debated standing up. But then she started walking back to him.

"Thank you so much for letting you use my phone... I have a ride on the way. And this looks really good! I don't know if I've ever met a guy working at a place like here this good at his job before." She smiled, handing him a twenty dollar bill and his phone back before waving goodbye.

Sweet. Twenty dollars.

"Keep the change..." She murmured on her way out.

He looked down, seeing the hot and steamy noodles still on the counter.

"You forgot the noodles!" Wyatt cried out, just as she triggered the bell on the door. The woman turned around.

"Oh! Oh my god, thank you so much!" She rushed back and took the noodles before leaving.

A nice interaction.

Better than most of the people who came in this joint, the unapologetic and selfish jerks.

Kicking back, Wyatt settled once more into his chair and took out the magazine from under the counter. As he began flipping through the pages to find where he had left off, he could already feel an erection coming on.

Great.

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DAY 29

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Wyatt had all but forgotten about that interaction between him and that woman. She was but one of many people who came through the convenience store in the night. Although he missed the courtesy that she gave him, he couldn't think much of it.

That is, until about two weeks later.

Right after the beginning of his shift, 7:30pm, Wyatt kicked back and began monitoring the store. He started to count on that feeling that happens when one does something for too long, that feeling that compresses time and makes people lose track of how long they've been there. He hoped it would happen, because being this zoned in for eight hours was going to be exhausting.

Wyatt felt buzzing in his pocket.

He picked up the phone. It was an unknown caller.

Wyatt really hated taking phone calls. Sighing, he reluctantly decided to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" He asked.

On the other voice, a stern man's voice asked, "Hello. Is this Wyatt Tang speaking?"

Why would they be asking for him? "Yeah, that's me." He replied.

"This is the Riverside County Police Department. We're calling you because you've been put down as an owner of some property here, and we need you to come collect it. You're legally obligated to do this, and you may be charged with endangerment or mistreatment if you do not come."

Property? Owner?

The first thing Wyatt thought of was a plot of land, or a house. Maybe something valuable. But if it's something valuable, it might also be a scam.

"Is there anyway you can prove that this is not... like, you know... a scam, sir?" Wyatt asked. It did seem legit, but ominous and unknown.

"Yes. We have verified you with our files. Only the police force and the government knows this information. Wyatt Tang, date of birth September 18th, current legal residence 392 East 8th Street in Beaumont."

All the information was indeed correct.

"Alright, where do I have to meet you?" Wyatt asked, still unsure of what was going down. What was going on?

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It wasn't too long of a drive for Wyatt, in his old beat-up Toyota Corolla. Just down the highway a bit, and then he was in Riverside. The whole way there, he was trying to wrack in his brain how somehow, he had managed to acquire some sort of property that he had to "pick up". Did that mean it was something small enough for him to pick up? Or transport in a car? Or was it legal papers he had to sign for the deed to a house or something?

The Corolla arrived in the small parking lot outside of the Riverside station. Wyatt made sure not to park in a spot designated for the deputy or chief, then opened the car door.

A gruff, slightly overweight police officer walked out of the front door towards Wyatt. "You Wyatt Tang?"

Wyatt nodded.

"You seem pretty young to be an owner of much... come with me."

He turned around and started walking back inside, so Wyatt followed.

"If you don't mind telling me, uh, officer, can I know what property I'm picking up? The man on the phone didn't tell me..."

The officer looked at him and gave a sly grin before chuckling.

"Livestock."

Livestock? Like a chicken? Like a cow, or a horse? What in the actual hell was really going on here to warrant Wyatt driving out so far?

The two of them stepped inside. Wyatt began looking around, and he stopped in his tracks once he saw a familiar face sitting on one of the benches in the lobby.

That familiar face saw him too, and stood up to begin walking towards him

It was the woman from before, Wyatt recognized, from the convenience store late night at 2:00 am in the morning.

"Wyatt!" She greeted him with a smile, reaching him.

"Uh... what's going on here?" Wyatt turned to ask the police officer.

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Wyatt breathed in and out. There were four people in this small, private room. Kind of like an interrogation room. Wyatt was sitting on a chair facing a table while a comically stereotypical psychologist stood opposite him. On two chairs behind him, the woman and a police officer.

Wyatt, when asked, had chosen to say that he knew the woman well. When answering, she gave him a pleading look and it seemed like she had a plan to tell him after he complied with the police. So he stuck it out.

"So, since Mari took the pre-procedure pills, she began to undergo a life-threatening reaction and we had to go through with the procedure once she came to us. We don't know where the pills came from, and I'm sure Officer Sherman and his team are looking into it, but... Mari isn't human now. She decided to do this, ultimately, and put you down as her legal owner. She doesn't have any rights except what you give her, and feel free to treat her as livestock... just sign these papers that show that you checked her out of the station and you're free to go."

There were a lot of details that Wyatt felt were left out of the shrink's explanation. But after looking at Mari again and seeing those pleading eyes, he signed the papers.

"Thanks, Mr. Tang. Have a great day." Officer Sherman said, shaking Wyatt's hand as the psychologist opened the door.

Wyatt and Mari, the girl, began walking back towards the Toyota Corolla in silence.

"This your car?" Mari asked.

"Yeah." Wyatt replied.

"Cool, cool." She absentmindedly murmured, before opening the passenger shotgun seat and climbing in.

After Wyatt got in, he stared at the steering wheel for a second, in utter disbelief. Something was rising in him, like a powder keg ready to blow.

He turned on the ignition. Put the car into reverse. As he was about to back out of the parking lot, he turned to Mari.

"Alright, you better have a good fucking explanation for why I now own you." Wyatt tried not to raise his voice. He had enough going on in his life already.

Then he put the car into drive, slammed on the pedal, and peeled out of the lot.

"I-- I'm really sorry, Wyatt, I didn't think--"

"You don't even know me well enough to call me by my first name! Why the hell did you do that?!"

Wyatt turned onto the highway, so he wouldn't have to do too much turning and driving concentration now.

The small, skinny Asian woman finally turned to face him.

"I-- when you tried to help me the other night, I couldn't help but think..."

Wyatt was fuming inside, so much that Mari could see it and was actively trying to not come off aggressive or demanding.

"Well, you just were so polite, and nice, and I really wanted... well, you."

"What the fuck do you mean?" Wyatt said.

"... I like you, Wyatt." Mari admitted, finally letting the water out of the dam.

Wyatt sighed. This day just kept getting better, huh? Under any other circumstances, Wyatt might have been happy that someone wanted to be with him. But right now, he didn't want affection. He wanted the truth.

"I kind of guessed that I wasn't your type, and when I took your phone, at first, I looked for what really was your type."

"How? What do you mean, where on my phone?"

"I mean, you had a MangaDex account saved to your browser's reading list... and your social media recommendations were pretty telling too."

"Well, what did snooping through my phone tell you?" Wyatt asked, not even that angry that she had been looking and judging his tastes on his phone, when she was supposed to be calling for help.

"Uh... you know, cute, sincere, nicely dressed, and uh... big boobs."

Wyatt raised his eyebrows, then smirked. She was, in reality, dead on in his taste in women. "Fuck." He said, as he swerved an oncoming driver in the lane over. "But how does this tie in to everything else? That was over two weeks ago. Why am I your emergency contact?" Wyatt was still waiting for the ball to drop.

"Let me finish. That night, I guess, when I was at home, I was kind of going insane. I was so mad, so furious with myself over my worthless body and looks that no one wants..."

"Why would you think that? That's not what people think, not even me." Wyatt interrupted.

"I'm sorry, really, just let me... I was angry at myself. I was depressed and I felt worthless. Then the depression became desperation. I decided to buy some shady, boob-growing pills on the market..."

"You what?!" Wyatt was so confused.

"I know, I know. That kind of thing doesn't exist, but yeah. I fell for it. The problem is, I became really sick and everything after taking those pills. And I also took all of them, so..."

"What?! No one takes all of the pills in one go for any medicine, at all. That is so... why?!" Wyatt couldn't believe that Mari would fall for scams, or go against all possible judgement.

He moved away from the fast lane to make way for a passing police car, then fell into the medium lane.

"I got really sick. I had to go to the hospital, and it was there that I discovered that the pills were cow-human hybrid pills for preparation for hybrid affirmation surgery."

"Wait-- hold on. That shit makes no sense. You took pills, that were supposed to be taken right before a surgery-- to make you half cow, half human? That doesn't exist." Wyatt called her on her bull.

"No, Wyatt. It does. It does exist. I can google it right now and it'll show up. It's for... like, ethics over breeding and farming cows, and also for better baby formula, and... that's besides the point. The pill is supposed to contain all the DNA for the surgery, and the surgery just implants the necessary cells for the DNA to bind to. Essentially, the surgery makes the body able to read and create cells based off the DNA."

"Who told you this?"

"The doctor. Now, at the hospital, the DNA was overlapping with my own and causing really bad cell mutations super quickly. Like basically, super-cancer. So they gave me an ultimatum. Try and stop the spread with chemo, which probably wouldn't work, or undergo the surgery. Chemo would mean a quick death. Undergoing the surgery would mean a chance at life, albeit as a farm animal."

Wyatt sighed."So you chose the farm animal choice?"

"Yeah. I gave up my humanity. I'm not a human anymore. They made me sign papers recognizing that, as well as signing my name over to someone who was legally responsible for me. The reason why I did this... in the first place, was you. So I put you down. I thought that... maybe signing you on might just mean you would accept me, and take care of me. Maybe lead to something good. I guess I was wrong."

Wyatt sighed again. This was becoming harder to stay mad at. Her plight was too sad and guilt-inducing. It was, partially, his fault.

"I-- don't you have someone else, like a parent or something, who you can sign onto?" He tried to ask.

"I-- my mom died two years ago. My dad, I cut him off. He was the reason why she died. So they're not an option. I have no one, Wyatt."

Wyatt grimaced. What was he supposed to do, abandon her?

"Fuck. This-- okay. Okay. You can stay with me... I'll help you. For the time being! Don't get any ideas. This is just for now!" Wyatt pointed at her.

In the mirror above her, Wyatt could see Mari's face changing from sorrow and guilt, quickly, to joy and excitement. He already was starting to regret his decision.

"Really? You really mean it?" Mari asked.

"Yeah, yeah... just don't assume anything..." Wyatt sighed.

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Chapter Two

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DAY 38

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Wyatt woke up and sighed. After a long night at the supermarket, this was supposed to be his sleeping time. It was 1:29 pm, as seen by Wyatt's alarm clock.

So much had changed in those nine days since Mari came to stay with him. She was staying in his apartment, his low-rise four story apartment with 80s style architecture and outdated furnishings.

She was staying on Wyatt's couch in the living room, which also was adjacent to the kitchen. It was a small, one-bedroom one-bathroom apartment, but the two of them could get by.

Wyatt didn't want Mari to leave his side now, because if she did anything, legally, he was responsible as her owner. He researched it, seeing the legal papers he had signed and what was going on. Apparently, it was still a pretty rare thing for people to do, become farm animals. Most people didn't want to be farm animals, you see.

It was pretty late by the time Mari and Wyatt had arrived at his apartment, so Wyatt decided to just go to bed. Too much had happened that day. Maybe it was somehow a very vivid, lucid dream that was about to be over. Who knows?

It was not.

At least when he woke up the next day, Mari was making food. Not just for herself, she was also making food for him, eggs and bacon. But still, unfortunately, he had a strange woman not only living with him but owned by him. It didn't sit right with him, owning someone. That shouldn't be possible.

"So, Mari-- what's going on with... you? Are you... like, going to change a lot?" A groggy Wyatt came out of his room wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt and briefs.

Mari turned to face him. "Oh! You-- you're awake already."

"Yeah, yeah... you woke up earlier than me, what were your expectations?"

Mari sighed, flipping the eggs over.

"Can you keep it on a little longer for me? I like my eggs on the firmer side." Wyatt asked.

"Sure. I was able to look into what happens to... well, cowgirls. It's gonna get pretty intense for me. Within a couple of months... I might even lose the ability to speak English."

"What do you mean, like... no languages? Only pointing and grunts?" Wyatt asked.

"... yeah." Mari shrugged.

"What else am I getting myself into?" Wyatt shrugged sarcastically.

"A lot, actually." Mari smiled, taking the egg off the pan. She walked around the kitchen table with two plates to the round table.

Wyatt buried his face in his hands.

"God..."

"Hey, look at the bright side. At least you have me now."

Mari passed the plate to Wyatt.

The eggs she made looked a lot more edible than the ones he often made. The ones he often was unfortunate enough to ruin.

"Yeah. You're right. Even though you tried to get to me by taking shady boob pills and then had to undergo a farm animal transformation surgery and make me your owner as a result, it came from a good place, huh?" Wyatt said, before digging in. "Good intentions... this looks great, Mari."

Mari sat across from him and started doing the same.

There was a moment of silence as the two of them awkwardly ate without saying anything.

Wyatt decided to break the silence. "So... uh... what's the weather like the next few days? More heat? Maybe colder?"

"I think it might rain..." Mari said.

More awkward silence.

It was unbearable.

Mari finally decided to ruin it.

"So, Wyatt-- I need to know, and legally, I'm yours, but... what are we?"

Wyatt looked up, oblivious. "We're dating, no?"

"We-- we are?"

"Yeah. I guess, I mean... maybe even closer than dating. You... belong to me." Wyatt shrugged.

Mari seemed surprised. "Woah... I didn't think... I mean, you were mad, and... this is-- I'm really dating... you." She was beaming.

"Yeah. I'm not mad, it's just... a lot to handle. And it was kind of... forced, you know? But it doesn't seem too bad. You don't seem too bad." Wyatt flashed a smile. "So... tell me. What else is gonna happen to you?"

Mari let out a chuckle. "Well, actually, not gonna lie, it's quite a bit intimidating, and I don't know if it's gonna be any fun, but... since I am a cowgirl, I will make milk."

Wyatt looked over at his fridge, secretly screaming inside. This was insane.

"Guess we won't have to buy any from the store then, hey?"

"It's really crazy. By the time my cow parts fully mature... I'll be capable of about double or triple what a cow can put out daily."

Wyatt nearly spat out his egg. "Wait, what? How does that make sense? Why would people make that work... where does it all come from?"

"Well... this is your benefit, Wyatt. My boobs."

"What do you mean?" Wyatt asked.

"My-- the milk, it... it comes from my boobs."

"Uh... I'm not sure they can..." Wyatt raised his eyebrows.

"They're gonna grow, Wyatt. Like, a lot. Enough to hold twice the amount of a cow's udders."

Wyatt's eyes became wide open.

"R--really?"

"Yeah, Wyatt. Like I said, this is your benefit, and-- are you hard right now?" Mari could see it on his face. Blushing, looking down, holding his hands in an awkward position. Mari looked under the table.

"Woah! Yeah, you're totally hard, man!"

"Geez, you really have no filler... huh..." Wyatt muttered. "Yeah, I'm hard from you saying that. I thought you knew that already, that that was what I liked. Sorry, okay?" He sighed.

"No, no-- Wyatt, I didn't mean it to make fun of you... I haven't told you the other part. Another genetically engineered thing about the specific pills I took... they're also engineered for peak breeding."

This time, Wyatt, who was now drinking water, actually spat out.

"What the fuck? I swear, this pill keeps getting crazier and crazier..."

"I'm going to have really long periods of heat, where I get so sex-crazed, for breeding purposes, apparently, and I'm going to basically go crazy until I get fucked." Mari shrugged.

"Fuck... this is insane, man..." Wyatt said.

"Don't sweat it, Wyatt. Couples have to fuck sometimes, and we're a couple now. It hasn't happened yet, don't worry."

"How sex-crazed are we... talking?" Wyatt looked up at Mari, worried.

"Like... the kind where I can't stand still without masturbating and I can't concentrate on anything else. It isn't intense at first, just regular heart fluttering, that kind of stuff, but eventually, if I don't have a dick inside of me... it becomes so bad that I'm either fucking myself or getting fucked by someone else. Nothing else matters to me at that point."

Wyatt could already tell this might be problematic. What if they were out in public, and she was in heat?

He sighed. "Geez... this is gonna take a while to solve this problem... how-- when does this start?"

"I should start feeling the effects in a couple days..."

"Okay... we're gonna have to get all the shit we need, like the milking equipment, maybe find somewhere for you to graze..." Wyatt started to mutter off out loud about what they would need to do. He was going overboard with preparation already.

Mari tried to stop him. "Wyatt-- Wyatt! Milking equipment? I can just milk myself, for now. Grazing? I'm, well technically I can now digest grass, but I can just stick to a normal human diet! It's not like I'm turning into a complete cow, I'm still mostly the same! Except, well... I am going to get much taller, stronger, thicker, like a cow..."

"You're going to get bigger and stronger? Like-- like as strong as a bull?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess."

"What if you... lose control? We might need... I don't know, some kind of restraining equipment... maybe a--" He was derailing again.

Mari really needed to shut down his nervous assumptions. "Wyatt! Don't worry about it. Really. Let's take it one step at a time. The first symptoms are just mild lactation, not even that much growth either. We'll be fine."

They were not going to be fine.

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So much had changed in the nine days since Mari came to move to Wyatt's place.

So damn much.

Two days after Mari and Wyatt had discussed their future plans, she first began lactating. She was excited, to say the least. It was a minuscule amount; after finessing and massaging her small, A-cup breasts, about 63 milliliters came out.

A small amount for small boobs.

Two days after that, Mari was ready for milking again. She made Wyatt do the milking this time to get over his fear and reluctance of groping her tits. This time, 93 milliliters came out. A little more. These first few days were exciting. Small baby steps. Infrequent. But Mari's transformation was an exponential one. The first few events are small and few and far between, but without much time everything was happening way too fast.

Over the course of the next day, Mari's breasts enlarged significantly. She had to throw out all her A-cup bras in favor of B-cups. They were bordering on C-cups, but those didn't quite fit her.

Mari could feel the milk being produced in her. It was a super weird feeling, a feeling inducing cravings, sex and mothering. It was quite good, in all reality. It got her a bit aroused.

By the next time her boobs were filled to the max, she could feel a small tingling pressure inside. Like when you fill up a balloon too much, you can tell that it will soon pop. It was the same with her.

Wyatt was starting to get good at milking her. He had practiced, gotten over the fact that it was crossing some boundaries, and even enjoyed it. It was... erotic, to say the least. Her small, tennis-ball sized breasts were soft like mochi and small enough for his hands to cup around them. The fact that liquid was leaking out of them didn't help with making it seem any less lewd.

Wyatt now had a bucket where he milked her over. He thought of it just like buying big clothes for when one is growing: Better start sooner.

This time, she had produced much more milk. "Woah, this is taking much longer..." is what Wyatt commented. To be exact, 692 mL of whole milk. Over half a liter, enough for some bowls of cereal. Wyatt tasted a bit of it. Sweeter than regular milk. Less fatty than dairy whole milk.

Better.

But things were only just getting started.

By the next time Mari needed to be milked, which was sooner than last time, things had really changed. A lot.

First of all, Mari had grown. She was now nearly as tall as Wyatt, which was a large difference compared to him having at least five inches on her before. Her hair also seemed to be rapidly growing, now reaching her shoulders. That would make things complicated if they just grew that fast.

Nearly overnight, Mari's breasts had ballooned to a DD-cup. Large than grapefruit sized, maybe a coconut. They were really large, at this point on par with the bustiest women Wyatt had ever seen in person. She could feel the milk flowing through her, filling up and becoming so full that it almost hurt. Her boobs were still perfectly round and quite perky, but her nipples were swollen and enlarged. In the days since she had started lactating, she had noticed that her nipples were becoming increasingly sensitive to the touch. Maybe to about half an inch in diameter, they seemed more like extra clits every day. Her boobs really bounced and sloshed around when Mari moved. If Wyatt concentrated and put his ear next to them, he might even hear milk moving around.

It was so hot for Wyatt.

At this point, she had become a walking fetish dream for him.

Not only had her height and breasts changed, her body had changed a lot as well. She wasn't as skinny as she used to be. She had more... meat on the bone. Definitely a lot more curvy. Her hourglass shape was really prominent now. Her ass/thighs had noticeably grown in size.

"Wyatt, I really need you to milk me now, they're getting uncomfortable..." Wyatt was typing up something on his computer when Mari bounded out of the bathroom, boobs jiggling. They were so noticeable to him that he just had to look.

Mari's top came off quickly. She wasn't wearing bras anymore, and she was considering finding special tops that could reveal her bare breasts at any moment, lest she needed to milk herself.

Getting a look at Mari's boobs never got old. They were pretty perfect now, a great size and shape. Her nipples did seem especially swollen right now, sore and pink. They looked overripe for a milking.

"Okay, let me get the bucket." Wyatt rushed to the kitchen sink and revealed a metal bucket with the words MILK stamped in an industrial font. "Here.", he said, putting down the bucket in front of her.

It never ceased to arouse him, milking Mari. He started off slow, massaging and gently touching the nipple area.

Mari stirred. She could feel things starting to go, like a man knows when an ejaculation is on the way.

"Okay, this is going to be a big one..." She said. Right after, milk began spraying out.

Up to this point, milk had always just been dripping or gently pouring out. But now, it came out of Mari with such force and pressure that it was a spray.

Wyatt got blasted with some instantly.

"Agh!" He cried, putting his hands in the way. "Put them down!" He demanded.

Mari bent over and pointed her boobs towards the bucket.

He wiped some milk off his face and went back to groping. Still gently massaging them, he pinched and directed the milk at the bucket.

"God..." He muttered.

"I'm so sorry, Wyatt..." She apologized. But it was a whole different experience from Mari's side. Wyatt touching her nipples was already a lot, but her spraying milk was making her extremely hot and aroused. It felt so good, pouring it out, not unlike an orgasm. She was blushing hard.

The spray continued for at least two minutes before turning into a gentle pour, and then a dripping, and then finally... stopped.

Mari was breathing heavily.

"You okay, Mari?" Wyatt asked.

Mari nodded quickly.

They looked in the bucket's contents.

"Woah." They said together.

It was a lot of milk, more than either of them had anticipated. It seemed to be almost a liter and a half, judging from the markings on the bucket.

"Holy shit... you're gonna be producing more than... than that?!" Wyatt turned to Mari.

"A crap ton more, Wyatt. We may need that milking device after all, this could take a while if done by hand..."

They locked eyes.

Wyatt's heart fluttered. The way Mari was looking at him, a kind of slightly sly, but also affectionate and grateful expression, it warmed his heart so much it became a fiery flame of passion.

Wyatt's head got closer to Mari's, and closer, and closer... until their lips were touching.

Wyatt grabbed ahold of Mari and started gently lowering her onto the nearby couch.

While kissing.

Then Mari grabbed ahold of Wyatt with a strength and passion he didn't expect. Maybe this was the increase in strength she had told him about. Maybe soon she would be stronger than him.

She twisted her hold and moved until she was above him on the couch, then came in close for a hug. A hug where Wyatt's face was buried in Mari's soft, warm and wet tits. Before long, Wyatt held her and began sucking on her nipples. It was so erotic for her, the sensitivity and feeling.

Then they slept together in the same bed.

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Now, it was day nine since she started staying with him. In the two-and-a-half days since their first kiss, changes seemed to have reached their climax.

Mari's breasts had ballooned up to over a G-cup. A G-cup was just the biggest bra she could find, but she might have been more. They were, at this point, watermelon sized. True melons. Soft, pliable, and gigantic. Her nipples might even have become an inch in diameter at this point. Luckily, her milking cycle hadn't become ever more exponential and seemed to ease off after about a day, meaning she just had to be milked every other day.

Her hair seemed to have reached down to beyond her shoulders by now. It had curled out and become quite voluminous. Luckily for Wyatt, that was what he wanted. The rest of her body had also become quite appealing.

Her hips were out past her shoulders, giving her an impossible and near cartoonish hourglass figure. Her round, peachy ass engulfed everything around her and practically begged to be answered with how much it swayed and jiggled. Her thighs were thick as logs now.

It was hard not to be hard around her now.

Wyatt had to try really hard not to.

Now, over the course of the two days in between each milking, the pressure inside Mari's boobs grew immensely. The amount of milk she was starting to produce was astounding. Right now, with her G-cups, she was able to produce a milk carton's worth of milk with each tit. Her breasts had become extremely efficient at storing as much as possible, but there became a limit. Over the two days in between each milking, her boobs actually visibly grew as milk filled them up.

And each time she was milked, they grew a little bit. Not nearly as much as before, which was about a cup or two each time, but still. Judging by the rate they were at now, she would have to upgrade her bras every two or three weeks.

But now, today, something was different. Mari could feel it. Her body felt different. Her boobs felt different. Her pussy felt different. She could feel Wyatt differently. She couldn't yet put her finger on it for a while, but then when Wyatt kissed her on the forehead after she made breakfast for the two of them, she realized it.

She was in heat.

How was she supposed to tell Wyatt? They hadn't gotten that far in the relationship yet, and she thought she had more time before she started going in heat. It made her really nervous. She could practically smell the lust coming off Wyatt. She could smell his pheromones. They were so good. If only she could just take a bite... Every movement seemed to be more erotic. The way she shifted in her chair. She could feel it in her pussy. Jumping and walking while doing anything. She could feel it in her pussy. Reaching up for a plate on the highest shelf in the kitchen and then squishing her boobs on the wall. A shock in her nipples, sent down to her pussy.

She knew the research. Countless online articles, advice pages, forums. She knew it wouldn't stop until she got fucked. She hoped it might go away, get less intense if she became preoccupied. But no. It just got harder and harder to concentrate.

That night, before laying to rest on the couch, she took off her panties and took one hard look at her bare pussy. Being in heat seemed to visibly affect it.

It was tinged red, sore and swollen. Inside, she felt its throbbing, beckoning to be used. It was too much to handle. She didn't have to do this. But with the throbbing, the internal voice telling her, everything.

She needed to do this.

With her two fingers, she started slowly and carefully rubbing her clit. Instantly, a shockwave of intense adrenaline and sensitive feeling began washing all over. It was too much to handle. Mari felt overwhelmed.

So she started rubbing it more intensely. More rubbing. Then she dug her fingers inside more. It wasn't enough. She whipped around. There was a fruit bowl on the kitchen table behind her. She could pick her poison: Banana, eggplant, cucumber. The cucumber was the longest, but the eggplant had more girth and was still small enough for her. She made her decision quickly.

Mari let out a tiny, cute moan.

Aggressively. Up and down. Wiggling it around. It was insane. She was just laying there, butt naked now, masturbating intensely with a fruit. It was so good. Like scratching and itch that just can't be reached. But the more she did it, the longer she kept it inside, the less it satisfied. The eggplant lost its seemingly large size. The feeling got less intense. It stopped working.

Masturbation simply wouldn't work. But Mari wouldn't accept that.

Faster. Harder. More aggressive. She was thrashing it inside of her, as deep as it would go. It felt so good. So good. She couldn't keep still. And her moving about was also so erotic. Her bare, gigantic breasts sloshing around with milk inside of them. It was too much.

With her free hand, she decided to do something more to up the ante. In hindsight, it seemed like it wouldn't do anything. But in the moment, it was as helpful as anything could be. With her free hand, she grabbed the cucumber and shoved it up her asshole. Not her pussy. Her anus. She had no clitoris up there, but it made no difference. It was still hot as fuck.

Then she grabbed another cucumber and shoved it in her mouth. Again, no clitoris. But still hot as fuck.

With as many holes filled as she could manage, this was about as intense as masturbation got. The pleasure was making her crazy. She was losing her mind over the feeling of it.

Finally, from all the pleasure, she got what she wanted. What she thought would subside the heat.

A rush, like a rush of water escaping from a dam. She could feel it rising in her uterus, readying, growing.

And there was also something else.

In her boobs.

"Aaaghnnnnnnhhhh!!!!!" Mari cried out, moaning as loud and intense as it felt for her. A rush of cum came out of her pussy, dripping all over the eggplant. At the same time, a giant stream of milk spewed out of both of her tits, showering her in her own filth. It was glorious.

And Wyatt saw it all.

"M--Mari?!" He finally cried out, standing in the doorway to his bedroom.

Still with all of her holes filled with fruit, Mari sat up at once and turned towards Wyatt with wide eyes. She had been unmistakably been caught in the act.

Wyatt was speechless.

Mari quickly began taking out the cucumbers, the eggplants, everything. She was sweating hard, and she was also covered in a mix of pussy juice and sweet whole milk.

But after all of that, she could not be satiated.

Only a few seconds after the eggplant came out, her pussy began throbbing. Again. It started out minor, then gradually became as intense as it was before she started masturbating.

Wyatt visibly saw it go from a soft and worn out vagina to a puffy, swollen and inflamed pussy.

Tired, desperate and in need, Mari looked up at Wyatt with sad eyes.

"Wyatt... I think-- I think I'm in heat."

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Chapter Three

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The two of them, Mari and Wyatt, laid down on the now soaking wet bed looking up at the bare and non-descriptive ceiling. Both of them were panting extremely hard, they were extremely sweaty and wet, and they had just had the best night of their entire godforsaken lives.

They just laid there, catching their breath. Wyatt looked over at his alarm clock.

1:34am. It had been almost two hours since they started.

Two whole hours of fucking.

"Did-- did your boobs get bigger?" Wyatt decided to ask.

"Yeah... I think so. They feel like they have more mass to them." Mari replied, in between hard pants.

"I also think-- I also think you might be taller than me... just a bit. I think maybe at the end your size had gotten past my level. And you seemed a lot more strong and rough at the end... you're changing in real time."

"Wow." Mari replied, still looking up at the ceiling.

Milk, semen, it was all sprayed everywhere in the room. It didn't really matter which was which at this point. But a lot of it had gone around.

Wyatt was just going to throw out the sheets, there probably wasn't any hope for them.

He had had three long, amazing orgasms. He felt utterly drained, sucked dry after losing that much fluid.

Mari probably had around twenty or twenty-one orgasms.

Yeah.

Her transformation had made her a breeding beast. When she exploded, her tits almost always sprayed milk everywhere as well. There was a moment during the sex when Wyatt was just sucking and lapping up all the milk coming out of her. It was amazing, otherworldly. So much sensation that she had lost her mind.

And the craziest part: She didn't feel tired at all. Her physiology had been completely rewired to accept the constant breeding, the constant heat and sensation. She wasn't just a cow-human hybrid. She was an optimized and humanized version of a cow. More optimized than the most refined and bred milking cow, she had the most refined abilities for milking, breeding, and farming.

A breeding machine. She could most likely do this all day before having a glass of water.

"I'm really glad your dick was big enough, Wyatt..." Mari managed to say.

"Thanks, I guess."

His dick, erect, was about eight inches in length. So, quite long. He was proud of it. It didn't help with girls previously because he never got around to telling them his length. His relationships never lasted that long.

Eventually, Wyatt gained the strength to go and take a nice, hot and steamy shower. Mari stayed in bed, stretched out, energetic and content, and eventually fell asleep.

Wyatt came out of the shower later, steaming and cold. He looked at the bed. Mari had taken up the entire bed with her room. Wyatt debated making room for himself, but decided to just leave her there.

She was too damn cute to be disturbed.

When Wyatt woke up the next morning though, sleeping on the couch, Mari's body was wrapped around his. She had gotten up somehow in the middle of the night and came over to cuddle with him.

How nice.

Wyatt had never gotten this far with anyone else.

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DAY 40

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"Wyatt-- it's so tight, you have to milk me right now!" Mari's strained voice was heard from the bathroom.

"Why can't you try milking yourself this time?" Wyatt was getting worried that Mari was starting to rely too much on him for milking. Her excuse was always that he was gentler and better than she was, but there might have been other reasons too.

"No-- can you please just come in here?"

"What-- what if you're naked, though?" Wyatt asked, not wanting to intrude.

"Piss off, Wyatt! You've seen me naked so many times, just come in here!"

Wyatt sighed.

He got off the couch, looked at where she was at in the bathroom, then walked in calmly but slightly irritated.

When he walked in, he saw a very naked Mari with gigantic breasts and sore nipples. He had to look up to see her face. That would take some getting used to... looking up at her instead of looking down at her. Soon, he might only be boob-level height instead of head-level with her.

"C'mon, you can easily milk yourself..." Wyatt sighed.

"Why can't you just milk me?!" Mari pouted, turning to him and making an almost stomping motion on the ground that made her tits jiggle.

"Okay, Mari... I think we have a problem. It isn't much, but you've been relying on me to milk you. There's nothing wrong with me doing it, but you're going as far as to get mad and refuse to do it yourself. What if I'm away, huh? And I can't milk you?"

"What the fuck are you getting at, Wyatt? I don't have all day." Mari complained. She was definitely in quite the mood today, likely due to the pains of lactation.

"I'm just saying that it seems like... you're a bit addicted to my milking." Wyatt finally said.

"What? No-- why are you--"

Wyatt tried to backtrack, seeing as Mari was seeing things differently.

"No no, I don't mean it like that. The word I'm looking for... it's... it just seems like you're a bit... attached... to my milking."

"Why are you accusing me of being addicted to your milking? Are you fucking serious?!" Mari started yelling.

"Now, hold on--" Wyatt started.

But it was too late.

Mari grabbed ahold of Wyatt by his shoulders, nearly lifting him up in her anger, and shouted, "Just shut the fuck up and milk me already!"

Then she threw him against the wall.

A loud crack sound filled the bathroom.

"Agh!" Wyatt yelled, in pain.

Mari eased up, wide-eyed.

She started to lower Wyatt, suddenly realizing what she had unmistakably done.

There was a large, cracked crater of the wall behind Wyatt. A head shaped hole.

And there was a bloodstain on it.

Mari gasped.

Wyatt moaned quietly, slumped against the wall while carefully clutching his head. Before Mari's eyes, as she backed away with her hands still raised, a small amount of blood dripped down his forehead.

"Wyatt! I'm so--"

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"I'm sorry I have to do this, I really am, Mari. But this is what I'm forced to do..." Wyatt held a plain black leather leash and choker in his hands.

Mari was stunned.

After hurting Wyatt, he had to be taken to the hospital. He had a serious concussion from being slammed into a wall, as well as several other cuts and bruises. Fortunately, nothing broken or permanent. It wasn't that bad. But dramatically, Wyatt had to have gauze coverings over a part of his face and forehead to seal the damage and stop the bleeding.

After the doctors learned of how it was his livestock cowgirl who was responsible, the doctor brought in some authorities to question him. Even though he had a concussion, he still had a good memory of what happened.

It seemed really disorienting to both Wyatt and Mari about how everyone was treating her. Like an animal, like a pet who couldn't be talked to. Like Wyatt was solely responsible and her complete representative. But ultimately, on paper at least, it was true. She was his animal, and he was her owner. She wasn't human. She didn't have any rights. If she did anything wrong, it was his fault. And he could basically do whatever he wanted with her, as long as it didn't violate animal abuse regulations. But everything within that very, very wide net of ownership over an animal was fair game with who was basically a regular human.

Only with a few caveats.

Wyatt was reminded and reprimanded for not being able to restrain his livestock, and was heavily advised to move to a more open and more-farm like place. Otherwise, if he stayed in the city with her, some things needed to change.

Of course, he had to be supervising her at all times. He couldn't leave her side at all, or else get someone else to temporarily supervise her. The only time she would be able to roam free would be inside his own home, if and only if it was safe and strong enough to contain her when he wasn't there. So Wyatt was basically forced to put on a bunch of locks and reinforce the place.

Another thing that caught Wyatt completely off guard.

According to a certain amendment to a California law, any large animal weighing over 80 pounds had to be restrained at all times while outside the legal residence of the owner. At all times when out and about. At the grocery store. At the movies. The great thing about her being a cow-human hybrid is that she was mostly allowed to go to any place, even those shut off to dogs and other pets. The bad thing is that she was still tethered to Wyatt. Now, both physically and metaphorically. This meant anything ranging from a full-body restrainer to a leash. This was the first time Wyatt had heard of this.

He looked nervously at Mari.

She did the same to him.

From now on, if Mari needed to go out, Wyatt had to go with her. If she needed something, or to go somewhere, either Wyatt needed to do it for her or take her out on the street with a leash on capable of restraining her.

And as a now 6'1" giant and thick-as-muscle cowgirl, that meant something quite hardcore.

Now, Mari had always been open to putting on a leash. A kinky fetish, to say the least, but if it pleased the man who pleased her, who cared. But that was in the bedroom. In private.

This... was a really erotic situation in front of anyone and everyone else.

But then again, the more Mari thought about it, she was already a highly erotic situation wherever she went.

This was just the next level into her transformation as a true inhuman animal.

Back to the present...

"Really, Mari, we're not going out for long, but you need to put this on. For both of our sakes."

Wyatt, holding a strapped, very hardcore-looking leash, was standing by the doorway of the apartment while Mari pouted inside. He had had to special order it and couldn't go out at all until it arrived. Luckily, it didn't take long.

"No! I'm not wearing-- that! It's a freaking leash! I'm not..."

"Mari... I have to go back to the hospital for a check up, and then that's it... just put it on, please."

Wyatt sighed, taking off his shoes to approach Mari.

"Wyatt, come on... it's a fucking leash, how would you feel if you had to wear this?" Mari tried to reason with Wyatt.

"I'm sorry, Mari... but I'll get arrested if I don't. You belong to me, remember? You're responsible for making... me responsible for you. That sounded really weird when I said it aloud, but you know what I mean, right?" Wyatt asked, holding up his hands as to embrace her.

"But-- can't you just leave me here or something?"

"That's almost worse, Mari. What if there's a noise complaint, and then there's an investigation, I can't think about it, but my apartment is not equipped to restrain you. I'll find a better way, but this time, please just put it on, okay?"

Mari's face started to blush red as she pouted. She was so cute when she knew she was wrong, but her pride didn't want to admit it. It was great for Wyatt, seeing such a cute face combined with a body of pure and wild libido. 6'1", boobs the size of watermelons, thighs as thick as her thin, hourglass waist, long and flowing hair. She was perfect in every way, and he found comfort in the fact that she was only going to get more perfect.

"Fuck... this is super embarrassing, you know?" Mari complained as she took the leash from him.

"Thanks, Mari... I know this is hard."

"Not as hard as you'll be while walking me on a leash, you perv..." Mari muttered, fitting the leash over her neck while wrapping the straps over her arms and legs.

"What was that?" Wyatt asked with a assertive tone, as he gripped the leash harder.

Mari got caught off guard. Even the slight change in slack from Wyatt's grip caused a shock that she could feel everywhere near the straps. She could feel the power of the leash, its dominance. With a good tug, Mari could be instantly be forced on all fours, despite her immense strength and size. This thing was engineered to distribute and maximize the force the user put in. It was engineered to make a very small creature hold complete power... over a much larger one. Wyatt was putting her in her place, and he didn't even know it.

"You okay, Mari?" Wyatt asked.

"Uh... yeah." She decided not to tell him what she had just learned. "Doesn't feel too bad, to be honest. If it were a bit more subtle... could be fun to wear, actually." Mari shrugged.

"Great, I guess. Maybe it has a place in our next breeding session?" Wyatt winked.

Mari was both intrigued and horrified by the idea. "Yeah, I guess."

"Alright then, we're off." Wyatt said, putting back on his shoes.

Before they left, Mari got a quick glance at Wyatt and her in the mirror by the door.

With what Mari was wearing, combined with a very menacing leash, her crazy physique and size, and her wild and long hair, it proved to be quite the picture. She didn't have any animalistic features, but the body she had. A mix of unbridled sexual tenacity, raging libido, and a daring and bold look made her look like a lust monster.

Wyatt, the unassuming and innocent "farmer", walking along his prized cash cow, the giant and hulking mass of milk and flesh.

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1.5 HOURS LATER

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Walking on the street, leashed and completely submissive to a much more inferior man was quite the eye-opening experience for Mari. She could catch so many eyes, some people even filming her. She was a rare site in a town that didn't even know animals like her even existed. She found herself seeming more animal like, too. Hunched over more, knees bent in order to keep more slack between the leash and her. Whenever the strap went taut, a strange huffing noise, like an slightly more human and feminine animalistic grunt, escaped her.

And Wyatt was perfect. He would always be watching her, making sure she was alright. Never too rough, never meant to make her uncomfortable. But even he was unaware of what he held over her.

The sheer power.

Finally, the two of them made it back to the apartment.

"Well, Mari, I've ordered some new locks and the officers sent me a link for some kind of 'restraining device', so it's unlikely you'll need to wear it much more." Wyatt said, walking through the doorway and leading her.

"Oh, really? That's it, huh..." She found herself almost disappointed. She was getting used to the thrill and adrenaline that came with being at someone's complete mercy. Especially because of her newfound strength, being the submissive one in a relationship was something getting more and more foreign to her every day. Being controlled was something new.

"Yeah." Wyatt agreed, taking off his shoes. "Now, let's get that leash off, huh?"

Mari nodded. She went on her knees so he was more at her level.

As he started unbuckling the choker, he tried to speak uplifting and calming words to her.

"You've done really good, Mari. That was great... I know this is hard, and... you're being such a good girl..."

Mari paused, snapped out of it.

"Good girl"? Did he just seriously call her a "Good girl"? Like... like a pet? A dog? That was the type of shit that people would say after you do what they ask. "Hey, can you put those papers over there, please?" "Yeah, sure." "Good boy..."

That was what he saw her as?!

"What the fuck, Wyatt?!" She yelled, right as the leash came off. His ear was right by her mouth.

A shocked, surprised Wyatt stepped back, his ear ringing. "What? What did I..."

"You called me a good fucking girl, you dipshit!" Mari stood up completely, dwarfing Wyatt in size and shape.

"But-- I didn't mean... I-- I mean, you're my good--"

Before Wyatt could fully explain himself, Mari shoved him backwards.

"Woah!" Wyatt cried out, falling backwards onto the floor. A hard slapping sound hit as he hit the marble floor of the kitchen.

Mari had done it again.

Used her strength against Wyatt.

Again.

So soon, Wyatt still had his head bandages on.

"Fuck, Mari, what was that for?" He asked, aching and holding his head on the floor.

Mari was speechless.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to make you seem... less than. You're an amazing, confident and independent person, and I..." Wyatt started to apologize, getting up.

No matter what he said, though, he was wrong.

She wasn't independent anymore, not by a long shot. The leash cemented that.

She was his animal.

And she had just bit the hand that feeds her. Not just food, but a roof over her head. Money. Compassion. Clothes. Love.

Love.

She was hurting the one that she loved.

The last time that happened... she was forced to wear a leash. And she was told that there would be more severe consequences if she did it again.

"Wyatt-- I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to, I don't know what came over me, and it's so--"

"It's okay, Mari, I just have to... agh, I think I tore something..." Wyatt clutched his midsection.

Fuck.

"Wyatt! I'm so, so sorry! Please, let me do anything, wear anything, be anything for you! I can't pay you back for everything you've done and I'm just hurting you, so let me be used by you! I can't--" She stopped.

She had just blurted it out out of nowhere. She didn't think about saying it, think she was going to say it. She just did it.

"M-Mari?" Wyatt asked, shocked,

Then she just broke down into tears, crying on her knees.

"You're too good for me, Wyatt," She tried to say within sobs, "... and you've done too much for me. All I've done for you was cause you pain and bring you my problems to fix..."

Wyatt got ahold of her and tried to calm her down. "Hey, hey... it's not like that..."

"It is! I was the one that forced you into taking me in, and milking me, and now I've hurt you so many times... please, just let me do something for you. Please." She looked up at Wyatt with her pleading eyes. Her face was streaked with tears.

"You don't have to do anything for me, I'm--"

"Please, Wyatt. Please. I need this, I'll never forgive myself if I don't even try to pay you back for everything you've done for me."

"But--"

"... please."

Wyatt sighed.

"... if it'll make you happy, I'll gladly take you up on your offer. But you don't owe me anything, Mari."

Mari started to stand up, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"You... you keep on saying that to yourself, Wyatt." She sniffled.

Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief. Things were starting to mend now. He would continue to take care of her, and Mari would--

"Okay, so what do you want me to do?"

"What?"

"... for you."

"I don't need--"

"... but you just said!" Mari whined. He had just gone back on his word less than a minute after he had made his promise.

"... ugh. Fine." Wyatt snapped.

He racked his brain for something quick. Something easy.

"Okay, do the dishes tonight."

Mari rolled her eyes. "Wyatt, that's not what I'm asking." A switch was flipped in her, from desperate to seductive.

"But..."

Mari approached Wyatt, trying to give him some ideas. "I know what you really want, if you catch my drift." There were too many manga magazines left in the apartment for her to forget that he wasn't the innocent man he made himself out to be. She put her hand on his shoulder and wrapped her thick leg around his.

"Uh..."

"Whatever you want, babe, it's yours..." She put on the seductive charm and changed up how her voice was sounding. To seem as sexual as possible. With a body and look like she had, it came quite natural.

"I mean..."

Mari stroked her hair, leaning in and flashing a sexy smile. "Make it a real... nice and big favor, huh? Nothing minor or insignificant. I want to remember doing this for you... if you know what I mean."

Wyatt sighed. He had had enough of Mari's attempts at convincing him, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Can you be my giant big-titty goth dommy-mommy?" Wyatt asked, as innocently and childlike as if he had been asking for a new toy instead of for a specific type of highly attractive and sexualized woman.

Mari paused, confused.

"What?"

Wyatt immediately knew that she didn't know what she was talking about.

"Wait, never mind. Forget what I said, it doesn't--"

"Wyatt, stop! What is a goth--"

"I said forget it, 'kay?!" Wyatt raised his voice, frustrated.

Mari stopped, worried that she had gone too far. Been too clingy and annoying.

"I'm going to take a shower." Wyatt said, turning and leaving. Mari was left speechless and standing still in the kitchen.

"A big-titty goth dommy-mommy..." Mari murmured.

She was going to make the most out of the tiny, breadcrumb sized clue Wyatt had left for her.

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Chapter Four

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DAY 60

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Wyatt could still barely believe his luck. A girl on his doorstep, begging to be let in after she mistakenly took a whole bottle's worth of cow-hormone drug that transformed her into a cowgirl. Now, since she was no longer human, she was essentially livestock, and legally, that meant she wasn't allowed to supervise herself. No, this meant that she had had to beg Wyatt to take her in and be her legal supervisor, milk her, escort her places, the whole lot. At first, it seemed easy. But it wasn't.

Day after day, on a two day cycle, Mari would produce copious amounts of milk. At first, it was small amounts, but production ramped up. Cowgirls were meant to produce about two times what a normal milking cow did. Cows normally had a milking cycle that allowed them to be milked twice a day. This changed with Mari, who was only milked every other day. But the drug, the transformation had a way of compensating for that. While a cow produced about four to five gallons each milking, Mari produced a whopping thirty gallons each time. More that a regular cow being milked over two days, that much was for sure. Her mammaries had grown accordingly; ballooning up to beyond what regular bras could hold, they were each about the size of watermelons by DAY 40.

The rest of her had grown too. By DAY 40, she was 6'1", and her growing would not be over. Her body had been utterly transformed from a small and skinny Asian girl to a gigantic animal with superhuman strength. Her thighs: The size of tree logs, able to crush skulls. She was capable of feats only matched by that of a bull in peak physique.

There were multiple incidents where Mari, the cowgirl, lashed out at Wyatt due to her now superhuman levels of both strength and emotion. Being unable to control herself, Wyatt would be forced to impose more restrictions on her. As time passed, Mari lost more and more humanity. At first, it was just that Wyatt needed to be by her side at all times. If you wouldn't let a bull roam free around the streets, you wouldn't be allowed to let Mari roam the streets. But as more incidents happened, more restrictions happened as well.

Eventually, Wyatt was thrusted into an apartment wall, cracking it and causing a concussion. After that, Wyatt was forced to install multiple new restrictions in the household.

Firstly, the leash. Whenever Mari needed to leave the apartment or Wyatt needed to bring her somewhere, he was legally obligated to have Mari on a tight, black leather leash that restrained her. Specifically engineered to have a much bigger animal being restrained by a weak human, at the slightest jerk Mari was at Wyatt's complete mercy. The leash became Wyatt's dominance over her. In an instant, if he desired, he could tug on it and she would be forced on all fours, despite her much greater size and strength.

Secondly, if Wyatt needed to go somewhere and didn't or couldn't bring Mari, he had fortified his house extensively. Doors with four or even five locks on them. Everything bolted down.

Thirdly, the special order Multi-Purpose Cowgirl Restraining Device. A gigantic, metal construction resembling a weight-lifting power rack, it was bolted to the ground and had multiple uses. One, it was outfitted with an extensive auto-milking machine. Two cupped tubes connected to a vat sat ready to be attached to Mari's udders. Eventually, both of them had known that milking by hand might not even be enough. This machine sped up the milking process by quite a lot, even being more efficient than any other method. The speed and force, though, at which the machine milked Mari, was too much. As a consequence of being a cowgirl, many non-erotic things were now very, very erotic. Her nipples had become so sensitive to the point of acting almost like secondary clits at times. Sometimes, when she was in heat, even touching them would result in a glorious orgasm spraying fluid from not just her nipples but also from her pussy.

So the Multi-Purpose Cowgirl Restraining Device had other parts to it other than the milking module. Chained cuffs and a choker chain restrained Mari and held her in place, making sure she wouldn't thrash around too much. That sometimes was needed...

And in the rare circumstance that Mari was too rowdy when Wyatt was leaving and didn't have time to deal with her, he would just leave her there. The chains were able to be extended to a great amount, even letting her roam around the apartment with them on. But if she tried to get too far away or make a sudden motion... she was at the mercy of the machine. A true livestock animal.

But all of this punishing... all of this restraining and forceful reduction to a farm animal, it was quite rare. Wyatt was a benevolent owner. He treated her like a human being. It was just when she was acting like an animal that she was treated like one. With her rabid instincts, sometimes it just was necessary.

Wyatt loved her.

In the twenty days since DAY 40, the changes that Wyatt had seen coming were now here. Everything that had been so prominent about Mari: Now, even more prominent.

Her height: Now 6'6". She towered over Wyatt, and he could completely disappear behind her body if he went behind her. She was that big. Her strength had increased by quite a lot, too. Mari's routine of waking up before Wyatt to make him food was over. She kept breaking the plates when ever she applied too much force to them.

The biggest indicators of her strength were the pure statistics. On the weight measurer that Wyatt had, her last known weight was around 389 pounds before the weight stopped working. That had been ten days ago. She likely weighed around 450 pounds now.

Mari was barely able to fit in Wyatt's old Corolla now. On a trip to the gas station, Wyatt and Mari had found themselves in a pickle. Wyatt had forgot to put the car in parking. The Corolla had, being in neutral, rolled away from their parking spot and gotten wedged on a yellow barrier in the ground, to the point where the car's wheels were off the ground and unable to drive.

Wyatt was about to call his insurance when Mari rolled her eyes, walked up to the rear of the car, and started grabbing the bottom of it. Slowly, before Wyatt's very wide eyes, Mari lifted the car up almost to her chest and put it over the barrier. Panting, flush and sweaty, an absolutely savage looking Mari glared at Wyatt. She looked inhuman with how much her body bulged, convulsed, and moved. She was like an ox.

Fortunately, Wyatt still had the leash, so Mari wasn't able to cause him any harm.

The other changes... after an accidental shove by Mari, Wyatt was forced to divulge some secrets. Mari's guilt from repeatedly hurting him and taking advantage of him turned to an overwhelming urge for her to do something for him. She forced him to tell her his desires, his wants.

Be what he needs, after all of the times Wyatt had been what she needed.

So, to Wyatt's surprise, when he arrived home from his night shift in the morning, a stark-looking Mari was waiting for him.

Wyatt had mentioned to Mari quietly, before taking it back and changing the conversation, that he liked "big-tittied goth dommy-mommies".

And now, Mari had taken some cues.

After staying up that night, researching, watching and consuming endless amounts of videos related to goth girls, Mari had decided to adopt some fashion choices. Wyatt wasn't actually into true goth girls, per se, more into a dark and edgy e-girl look, punctuated especially by the black lipstick.

That seemed essential.

"Uh... Mari, what... are you wearing?" Wyatt stood in the doorway, looking at Mari who was on the couch.

Mari stood up.

"Oh, hey, Wyatt. You're back already?"

"Uh, yeah..."

It seemed she had given herself a haircut. It was still as long and voluminous as ever, seeming straight out of the eighties, but her bangs had been shaped in a way as to cover her eyes. A very, very emo look.

Black lipstick, applied well and making her lips large and contrasty on her face, which was very pale.

Heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow.

Black nails.

Spiky choker.

Wyatt liked the new look. Pretty sexy.

"So... uh... Wyatt, I hope you aren't too tired yet."

Wyatt turned around, still confused.

"Why's that?"

"Well, I do have some plans... for the two of us."

Still ignorant, Wyatt asked, "When are these... uh... plans? In the afternoon? Then I can nap for a bit."

Mari's voice tried to be more seductive. "I was more thinking... as soon as possible, ya know?"

She stood up, towering over Wyatt. Her goth look, no matter how she tried to make it look, came off very raw and feral due to her exaggerated features. Gigantic breasts, very muscular physique, the works. He was able to see her new fishnet leggings, which were showing off her very, very thick thighs.

"Well, what's to do?" Wyatt looked up.

Mari began to take off her top to show Wyatt her bare bosom. Hopefully that would help.

"Oh!" Wyatt facepalmed. "Of course, you want me to milk you! How could I of--"

Mari rolled her eyes, unzipping her pants.

She wasn't wearing any underwear underneath.

"Oh." Wyatt said, finally understanding.

Mari smiled at him.

Wyatt weakly smiled back.

The next words spoken were in the next room over, a minute later. A surprising amount of shit had gone down in that minute.

"FUCK ME!" Mari yelled at the top of her lungs.

Wyatt was on top of Mari, his dick inside her. She was so much bigger than her, with her legs splayed out, it was clear to him that he was on her, not on the bed. She was all-encompassing. Her breasts sloshed around as he thrusted inwards, Mari moaning. This was so hot. Mari, with her black choker, thick eyeliner, and black lipstick, was a real dream come true. Her gigantic, basketball-sized breasts slung about her, Wyatt leaned in and started kissing her.

Mari, it seemed, had lost all reason. Her eyes were glazed over as she helplessly laid there, blushing and wet.

Her mouth was even drooling.

"You okay, Mari?"

Mari didn't answer, too out of it and in a daze.

"Mari! Are you okay?!" Wyatt yelled louder.

This time, Mari let out a weak and garbled, "Gwaah... yessshh..."

Her tongue, stuck out, made it hard for her to speak. She wasn't concentrating, not fighting to stay conscious. She was fucked senseless already.

This was how cowgirls were.

When they were overcome with lust, they lost complete control. Succumbed to the intense, overpowering feeling of being fucked. Wyatt couldn't even begin to imagine how it felt for Mari, no matter how good she was to him.

Every fuck made Mari get fucked senseless. That's how the drug worked.

Mari lay there, her arms outstretched, recoiling as Wyatt moved up and down his shaft.

"Uhhh..... unnngh......" Mari continued.

Her pussy was so tight, so wet and constricting. It had an actual grip on Wyatt, if that made any sense. Was her pussy different now that she was a proper cowgirl? Did it work differently? It seemed to be gripping and holding his dick in place with how tight it was.

Wyatt moved his hands down from her shoulders to her tits, still inside her and moving back and forth. Gigantic, sloshing bags of meat, they felt like thick and fleshy balloons when Wyatt massaged and held them. Flesh mounds the size of basketballs, they felt liquid on the inside, like mochi, able to be molded and shaped. Wyatt could feel Mari's milk inside her breasts. Slowly, he moved his hands along them, feeling them and taking in all of their mighty glory. These were barely tits... no, these were udders. Mammaries.

Wyatt moved his hands downwards, coming up to the deep crevice between the two calcium cannons before him.

So fucking hot.

Wyatt lifted one of them up. Their immense weight, like holding up an overfilled water balloon ready to pop, shifted and sagged over his hands. They were so massive and heavy.

So fucking hot.

His fingers brushed against Mari's nipples. They were firm, hard and supple unlike the rest of her boobs. Instantly, Mari felt his touch.

"Ahhnnn!!!" Mari moaned, Wyatt actually feeling her body temperature increase before him. Within a second of touching her soft spot, a jet stream of hot and sweet milk sprayed into Wyatt's face.

"Gah!" Wyatt cried, spitting out milk that was now dripping from his face. Mari didn't seem to even notice.

So fucking hot.

As Wyatt recovered from Mari's milky orgasm, he decided to up the ante. His thrashing became harder, faster. Mari began moaning with every back-and-forth motion Wyatt did. It was intense.

This goth cowgirl in front of him was really egging him on. Her body was made for breeding. She was engineered to be as good at fucking as possible. And it was working, Wyatt was still at it and still going.

After a bit longer of the frenetic, rough fucking that Wyatt was giving Mari, he started to feel the inevitable feeling that all men who had made love felt eventually.

Wyatt sighed. He had just gotten started.

"Mari, I think I'm going to cum."

No response. Mari kept on moaning, not paying Wyatt's words any mind.

"Mari! I'm going to cum! I need to pull out now!" If he had the choice, Wyatt would just pull out, but her pussy was so tight to the point where it was clear she wanted him to stay in.

Suddenly, as Wyatt stopped moving, something in Mari awakened. Her eyes fluttered back to life as she looked wide at Wyatt.

But it wasn't Mari's eyes peering at him.

It was an animal's.

With all of the might of a gigantic, muscular bovine, she suddenly grabbed ahold of Wyatt and began forcing him in and out of her. Wyatt couldn't move, his arms flailed about while his dick was shoved around inside of Mari.

Mari's screams became louder and louder as Wyatt helplessly thrashed about, being forced to fuck her as hard as possible.

"Mari! Stop!" He yelled, being flung around like on a seesaw.

Mari's feral alter ego didn't listen at all.

Wyatt could feel the pressure of an orgasm building up, and he tried to pry Mari off her, but her grip was too strong. She was much more powerful than he was.

"Mari! I'm gonna cum!"

All of a sudden, Mari instantly plunged Wyatt as deep as he could go inside of her, smothering him in her bosom as a stream of hot semen pumped out of him.

Mari screamed, while Wyatt's noises were too muffled by her boobs to be noticed.

"Aaannngghhhh!!! Ahhhnnnn! Mwaaaahhhhh!"

And then Wyatt saw the final reminder of who he was dealing with. What he had signed up for. Who Mari was now.

"Mooooooo!!!!" A feral Mari bellowed.

Wyatt was stunned. Never before had she mooed. Until now.

The orgasm continued. Still buried in Mari's bosom, her free-flowing nipples dripped milk down onto Wyatt's face and body. He could only guess what was happening to the rest of the room.

Mari did it again. "MOOOOOooooohhhh!!!!"

Finally, it stopped. Wyatt's pumping subsided, and eventually, so did Mari's outburst.

Wyatt had one thought in his mind.

Oh my god.

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DAY 83

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Wyatt sighed. More than 80 days in. It seemed like no week was like the last one when Mari was around.

Now, whenever anything surprising or intense happened, Mari had a trademark answer. It surprised Wyatt and made him jolt still with how unexpected it was. The now 6'8", 498 pound-heavy Mari, who was about to touch the ceiling with how tall she was, had continued her endless growth journey.

The moo Mari had let out during the climactic orgasm on DAY 60 was not the last one. Wyatt heard it all the time, like it just was a part of her regular vocabulary. If she stubbed her toe? A loud moo. If her nipples brushed too much against her top? Moo. If she got too angry and wanted to yell? You get it.

Fortunately, Mari still thought of Wyatt. She still kept up with wearing sexy goth e-girl outfits, if she could find something that fit her, and her makeup was always great to see. The big-tiddy goth dommy-mommy was more of a huge-milker goth muscle-mommy at this point, though.

Wyatt woke up with a start. A loud, familiar but especially sharp sounding "MOOOOO!" broke through the peaceful silence that filled his dreams. Wyatt rushed outside, butt-naked, seeing a pouting Mari moved to tears by the kitchen while a sizzling pan in front of her had burning eggs. Even with all of this sexy, gigantic appeal, Wyatt still saw a certain cuteness in her.

He took the pan off the burner for her. "Everything all right?" He asked Mari.

Mari had glistening, tearing eyes. "I-- I just... wanted to make breakfast for you."

Wyatt looked down. He caught a glimpse of her left hand, which was red from a burn. She had tried to take off the egg and burned herself in the process.

"Oh, Mari... you don't have to do that. It's okay, you don't have to make me food anymore. It's totally fine."

"But... what am I even doing for you if not... anything?"

"You're not doing nothing. I mean, look at you, you're just... perfect. Come on, let's put some ice on that hand, huh?"

Wyatt made her eggs in the end. Mari felt so bad about not even being able to maintain her breakfast routine because of her bulkiness and sheer size, and it took him a while to calm her down. Eventually, Wyatt just let her be, after she had mellowed out a bit, while he ran some errands. Chained up so she couldn't leave the apartment, Mari soon became overcome by emotion.

She had never been in heat this bad.

Mari needed to be fucked, badly. She didn't know what would happen if she didn't anytime soon. She might go crazy.

But if she was to continue demanding more from Wyatt, after what had happened in the morning, Wyatt would be pushed away. Seeing her more as a liability. Mari's anxiety over being enough for Wyatt was enough to momentarily overpower her lust. Momentarily.

The time at which Wyatt came back: 5:30pm. It had been three hours since Mari had first gone into heat.

Could she hold out until the end of the night?

"Hey, Mari. You okay? You look kind of... I don't know, kind of like you've been exerting something. You been working out?" Wyatt laughed at his own joke while releasing Mari from her confines. Then he asked again, sober this time. "No, really, Mari. Are you okay?"

Mari looked at him, sweaty, flush and panting slightly. "... yeah." She responded.

"Alrighty, then. Tonight is some of my side of Asia, we're having some good Chinese for dinner. How about it? I'm making steamed dumplings, some Lo Mein... maybe fish balls."

When Mari heard "fish balls", she unironically first thought of Wyatt's testicles. The image flashed in her mind, giving her a craving.

She had to resist the temptation.

The pot sizzled as Wyatt stirred the broth "Do you mind bringing that grocery bag over here? It's pretty heavy, but it should be within your... tolerance level."

Mari grunted, bringing it over. He thanked her when she put it down.

Wyatt was catching on to the fact that she was being... awfully quiet. Like she was straining herself and it was hard to talk, so she was hiding herself.

Whatever was going on, she didn't want him to know.

Wyatt had to figure this out on his own.

"So... uh... Mari, you get up to anything special while I was gone?"

Mari shook her head violently. At this point, she was definitely not going to speak unless spoken to.

Wyatt took a jar of peanut butter out of the grocery bag.

"Say, Mari, I've always wanted to test something. I can't really read the ingredients on this jar, can you read it to me? I've always wondered if cows... or cowgirls, I guess... have better vision that humans. For me, though... my eyesight hasn't always been definitive of what humans can see..."

Checkmate. Of course, Wyatt could actually read the ingredients. But Mari was now forced to read it out, or refuse and spill the beans.

Mari looked at it for a second, puzzled. It seemed she was having a hard time reading it. Was it a cognitive issue? Or were cowgirls just worse at seeing?

She looked up at him. "I can read it." Mari said in a husky, slow voice.

Wyatt laughed. "Well... I won't know if you really can until you actually read it out, silly."

Mari scowled, then looked at it again.

"Nu... trition facts... zee-- zero grraaams Trans Fat, three... grams pro... tein."

Wyatt dropped the facade now that he had her. "Okay, Mari, why don't you tell me what's really going on her?"

Mari seemed stressed out, blushing a lot and panting hard now.

Wyatt asked again. "Look, Mari, I want to help you, but I need to know what is wrong."

Finally, Mari spoke. "Heat... I'm... in heat. Need... you... please-- please fuck... me."

Mari was barely capable of speaking. Reduced to rudimentary language, she couldn't even talk straight. Things were bad.

"Well why didn't you tell me?!" Wyatt laughed, taking his pants off. "Mari, I'm almost always able to milk you, or fuck you, or... just, you don't have to assume whether I'm going to like it or not. If you need it, I'll gladly help you."

Mari started drooling, losing her strength as her arms gave out. She slumped onto the kitchen table, her breasts flattened and bulging out from beneath her.

"Shit, it's really that bad, huh?" Wyatt's cock was already hard. Mari's mammaries were slowly leaking a little milk, as was her pussy with her fluid, even before she was getting fucked. Her heat was that bad. She was just immobilized.

"Okay, Mari, coming in hot!" Wyatt warned her.

Mari jerked to life as Wyatt got inside her, raising and bellowing a loud, low moo.

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(Thanks for reading this story! It's been a long one, and I worked extensively for about two weeks on it. It's hopefully going to continue, but I might just move on to the next original story, I'm not sure. Let me know if you want this one to continue in the comments, and definitely rate it too. I love hearing feedback.) -- melonmusk29