Milk is Good for Growing Bodies! A Kotep-Survivor RP

[Kotep]

Rebecca pulled her sports car into the parking lot, letting out a soft sigh of relief as she straightened her legs and stood up for the first time in hours. She was driving to a big buisness conference, and she had gotten hungry as she was driving through the country, so she'd pulled off at the first exit that had food. She shut the door of her car and walked through the doors of the diner, finding a booth seat and sitting down.

Rebecca was a rather slender young with short brown hair, wearing a pair of eyeglasses and dressed in a skirt and buisness top. She stuck out a bit in a place like this, but she had to assume they were used to seeing travelers come through and visit the diner--it had been the only restaurant she'd seen for a couple of hours.

 

[Survivor00]

"The Big Bessy!" The worn sign on top of the diner called, featuring an image of a rather buxom bovine girl, dressed up in a tight farmgirl outfit. In one hand she held up a full bucket of milk, and in the other, an oversized hamburger. Below the strange image, another phrase quipped: "The best BEEF this side of the Mississippi!"

The soft chime of a bell sounded as she walked through the door. The diner was completely empty, the lunch 'rush' had already gone by. In that aspect, it also took a moment before a single waitress came rushing out from the kitchen, a pitcher of milk in her hand. She was dressed up in a similar farmgirl outfit to the one the bovine in the advertisement was wearing - a pair of tight overalls and a loose white top. A plaid bandanna covered the copper hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. Above her lightly freckled cheeks were a pair of aqua-toned eyes.

"Sorry!" She apologized for her tardiness. "We just don't get many customers at this hour." Setting the glass on the table, she filled it with the milk from the pitcher. "Mah name's Jessi." She smiled softly.

 

[Kotep]

"Oh, don't worry, it's fine. I wasn't waiting long," Rebecca said with a smile. She reached out and took the glass, lifting it to her lips and taking a few refreshing gulps of the milk to slake her thirst before she looked over the menu. "I'll, uh..." She paused for a moment, her eyes clouding over, before blinking again and seeming to come out of her trance. "Uh, right, I'll have a salad please," she said, smiling up at the waitress and pointing out the one she wanted.

 

[Survivor00]

Jessi smiled softly when the customer took a few sips of milk from the glass. Even she didn't know what was in the cool drink, but it...did...something to you if you drank it. She'd been lucky enough to not have to drink a glass. If she had, she wouldn't be waiting tables...

"Salad it is!" She chirped, taking the menu and returning to the kitchen. She was quite curious to see how this stranger would change. It was always different for different girls. And she'd never seen it happen to a businesswoman. Usually it was a troublemaking girl, or a cheatin' housewife. The men took things very seriously 'round here. It's why she was always on her best behavior. So when the manager said 'Give her the milk.', Jessi gave her the milk. Otherwise, it would be her drinking it.

Jessi knew why, too. Bessy needed a mascot. Something to draw more customers, or to help spread the diner chain.

She watched, quietly, through the serving window, as she made the woman her salad.

 

[Kotep]

"Mmmm...ooh," she groaned, putting a hand on her stomach as she began to feel suddenly rather hungry for that salad. She bit her lips lightly, looking around to distract herself from the time it took. Slowly, her ears were lengthening, growing pointed and starting to swivel as she looked around. Small white horns were poking from her hair, which was lightening as it grew longer and started to curl. Rebecca seemed entirely oblivious, even as he nose began to thicken and push forward, her skin darkening in patches. She was too busy distracting herself from her hunger to realize that she was changing.

 

[Survivor00]

Jessi had paused in her work, watching as the first changes began to take place. "Oooh my..." She whispered, placing her hand upon her breast. The changes were almost...graceful. She saw the woman's ears stretch and curl, and the small, blunt horns pushing up from beneath her hair. She could see a dark patch appearing along the curve of her jaw, as her nose began pushing out. And the customer seemed oblivious to it.

Jessi bit her lip, glancing around the kitchen. She knew that it wouldn't take too long to make a salad, but...she couldn't break her eyes from the scene. Blushing a little, she slid one of her overall straps off her shoulders, loosening the denim garment just enough so that she could slide her arm down the front of it, her fingers brushing lightly against her panties. "Mmm..." She sighed out, watching Rebecca.

 

[Kotep]

"Mmmmuhhh..." Rebecca moaned, her eyelids fluttering as she gripped the table. She winced as her feet began to transform into hooves, her fingers shifting so that they were tipped with thick, hooflike nails. She looked down at herself and let out a gasp of surprise, finally noticing the changes. She felt the fur growing on her arms, cupped her breasts straining against her bra, and reached down to feel her widening ass. "What's...I'm getting fatter...?" she asked, and in a way she was, putting on quite a bit of weight on her hips and on her chest. Her muzzle was slowly forming, the dark patches growing darker as they were covered with fur. "I've got to get out of here..." she said, starting to squeeze out of the booth.

 

[Survivor00]

The woman's voice was already lowering into a more bovine sound, even though she would still be able to speak. Jessi had leaned up close to the counter, using the added pressure to rub herself harder. She could see Rebecca's breasts growing larger, the swell of dark fabric growing larger. Her hips also seemed were filling out, becoming wide and more childbearing. Even her feet were changing, distorting those expensive shoes of hers. Jessi let out a gasp as she climaxed a little, but noticed that her customer had become aware of what was happening to her.

The woman - as would be expected of someone turning partly into a cow - was panicking, trying to ease herself out of the booth. Luckily for the customer, she wasn't big enough to get stuck, but at the same time, learning to carry that new weight, especially on her changing feet, would be incredibly difficult. Not to mention, other changes were starting that would make it even harder for her to leave - if she would even want to.

Still, Jessi quickly slipped the overall strap up over her shoulder and rushed from the kitchen, blocking Rebecca's path. "Ah'm afraid you're going to have to stay here, ma'am..."

 

[Kotep]

Rebecca stumbled as her shoes tore open and she now stood on black hooves, leaning back and forth a little as her ass and breasts made it hard for her to find her center of gravity. She grabbed her clothes tightly and glared at Jessi. "Let me go, you bitch!" she yelled, panicking and terrified of what was happening to her. She was beginning to understand what was going on, even as her muzzle gradually took its final form, and the beginnings of a tail began to stick out over her waist line. "I'm not going to-ooh-moooh!" she groaned, a loud moo escaping her mouth involuntarily, her voice starting to be tinged with a country accent she was fighting to keep away. The seams of her top and her dress were slowly creaking underneath the pressure from her changing body.

 

[Survivor00]

With the sharp clap of hooves on tile, the customer's fancy shoes burst open, dropping her new, cow-like feet to the ground. Her muzzle pushed forward more, and Jessi spotted the beginnings of a tail trying to escape the confines of business skirt. "Ah can't let you go, ma'am. Even if I did, how d'you expect to drive the way you are?" She asked, her lips curled into a smirk. Sliding herself closer to the changing woman, she reached up and rubbed Rebecca's sensitive, swelling breasts through her tearing business suit.

"See now...doesn't this feel...good?" She asked, giving those swelling orbs a soft squeeze.

 

[Kotep]

"Nuh...no!" she whined, arching her back as her skirt tore open, her rounded ass surging outward now that it was freed. "Ah'm not gonna...not gonna be some dumb cow..." she whimpered. Jessi had heard that the best thing for cranky cows was to give them a good milking, and the hand on Rebecca's breast was definitely wearing down her will. "Yuh--ooohmmph," she groaned, biting her mouth shut as she began to moo again. Her top burst open, and the cow's breasts bounced free.

 

[Survivor00]

With the satisfying sound of popping seams and rending fabric, Rebecca's skirt tore apart from her hips down, the dark fabric pooling around her new hooves. Her full, womanly body was now covered with a layer of blotchy, white and black fur. Her tail sprouted a thick tuft of black hair as it swept behind her. Jessi smiled, a little envious at the cowgirl's full breasts and hips, continuing to touch and squeeze those full, milk-filled breasts. Already, it seemed to be sapping Rebecca's will to escape. Soon, the only sounds coming from her mouth were low moos. The top of her business suit finally burst open, those heavy breasts exposed.

Jessi rubbed the cowgirl's nose. "It's okay, girl." She cooed, reaching down to clear away the torn fabric. Tossing it in the trash bin by the door, she snatched an empty pitcher from the bar. "Ah know what'll make you feel better." She eased Rebecca down to her knees, kissing her on her full, soft lips. She placed the pitcher on the floor beneath Rebecca's teats, her fingers reaching down to grip the cowgirl's thick nipple. With a soft tug and a squeeze, a warm stream of fresh milk squirted into the pitcher.

"You just need a good milking..."

 

[Kotep]

Bessy groaned as her knees hit the ground, her eyelids fluttering as her mouth hung open in pleasure, unable to make any noise but a happy groan as the milk splashed down into the jug, seeming to take her troubles away with it. This was nice, this place was a good place to stay and she'd be happy here. She'd never want to leave--why not? As long as she got milked she was a happy cow.

 

[Survivor00]

"Atta girl..." Jessi smiled, continuing to milk the cowgirl's breast, the soft splashing of liquid in the pitcher hidden under Bessy's pleased lowing. She leaned in to kiss her again, shifting her position so that she was beside Bessy. "Doesn't this feel good?" She asked her, even though she knew what the answer would be. Using the hand that was not milking, she reached down and squeezed Bessy's new hips and rump, sliding her fingers around her thigh, caressing it.

"You'll be happy here. No more cares, just someone to milk you, and all the greens you can eat..." She blushed a little. "Would you like me to be your milker?" She asked, easing her fingers up to rub close to the cowgirl's sex.

 

[Kotep]

"Mooooh..." Bessy moaned softly, shuddering and leaning gently against Jessi while the girl relieved the pressure in her breasts. "Oooh...yeah that sounds real nice. Yer a good milker," she said, smiling and giving the girl a kiss on the cheek. She shuddered and moaned hotly as she felt the fingers slipping near her folds...