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Preview - Library Moos

By Zmeydros

(Co-written by Secretskunk)

(Edited by WolfLeah and Sarahvixen)

Outside, it was hot enough to make highways buckle, airports consider closing the runways, and campus-wide dorm AC outages. On the other side of the window to Sam's right, the grass outside The Bioinformatics Library was being roasted to death. If Sam had stayed in his dorm and not sought refuge in the library, he would've shared the grass's fate. If anything, the air in the library was a bit too chilly for his loose, blue-gray synthetic shorts and muted green T-shirt.

Other than the students hiding from the heat, the rest were scrambling to work on papers and studying for quizzes and tests that just didn't seem to quit. The accelerated pace turned summer session into a gauntlet and finding time to just relax and enjoy some quality porn was difficult.

The little study pods that lined the balcony, overlooking the all-glass entrance area, were full of students. The study tables between the rows of book stacks had two corners cut out of them to make them look interesting, but the practicality of this was very questionable. White stripes of marble streaked through the sage green walls, limestone floor, and even through the wood of the bookstacks that faced the common areas. Who knew how much all this decor cost, but colleges couldn't resist showing off their ability to waste their students' money.

This morning, just before he went to class, someone posted a stream of hot cow TF porn to a Telegram group he followed. After three hours of class, and finding his dorm was now an AC-less deathtrap, he couldn't wait any longer. Middle of a library or not, his curiosity needed to be sated.

Looking to make sure no one was paying attention to him, he scooted closer to the study table and unlocked his phone. He kept it directly in front of him as he scrolled through image after image of shiveringly good porn.

He paused on a sequence that started with a woman reading an incantation from a spellbook while a guy and a girl in front of her were both transforming into anthro female cows. Then this brown-haired woman milked their teat-like nipples and ended up drinking some of the milk. After an "uh-oh" moment where she felt tingling all over, she turned into a herm cow, completely destroying her clothes.

"I've never met anyone else who's into that. Well, no one that I've known is into it." A voice came from behind him. It was feminine and high, but with an assertive edge to it.

"WHAT?!" He slammed his phone down on the tabletop hard enough to worry he damaged the screen and whipped his head around.

Behind him was a woman with a petite-but-fit physique and honey-colored skin. The purple streaks in her wavy dark-brown hair beautifully framed the pristine arches of her eyebrows and her dark brown eyes. Her modest tits were contained by a fishnet top and a too-thin white sports bra that showed the darker color of her areolas and nipples. Her fishnet pants covered shorts that looked a lot like dark gray female boxers. She'd found the absolute limit of the College's dress code.

As he sat stunned, she turned her phone toward him and said, "This is my favorite cow TF image. I love it when they're a herm at the end, don't you?"

The image had a four-part sequence of an olive-skinned woman with some nice curves drinking a boba tea and then busting out of her clothes as she turned into a cow herm. By the end of the TF, she was extremely voluptuous including big tits, a nice full udder, and a huge horsecock and balls. In the last image in the sequence, she was cumming from her cock as milk was squirted from her nipples and teats.

"Uhh, hello? Do you need this seat?" Making the mistake of actually looking at the flaming hot sequence on her phone, he became mesmerized. "I don't know what you're..." He'd never seen this sequence and it was pressing all of his buttons. His face turned red as he bit his lip and his cock twitched in his boxers.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Pulling out the chair next to him and plopping down, she unlocked her phone and opened the same lewd Telegram group he'd been scrolling through. "I really like this Angrboda one you had on your phone."

She swiped to another image where a guy was transforming into an anthro cow while being fucked in her new pussy by a huge anthro bull. Her right leg was hooked over a humongous horsecock sported by a gigantic, buff, herm anthro cow. Her belly was full-to-looking-pregnant with cum while her udder teats and nipples were squirting milk.

"It's a shame Fasttrack has done only one cow herm piece. I think he does a great job with milk squirts and udders."

As his blush worsened to a bright tomato red, he looked away. "Oh... Ah, I... uh... heh..." His cock was pounding hard against the underside of the table, pre wetting his boxers. He was speaking quietly, hoping only she could hear him. "Honestly though, I really enjoy the sort of teasing angle that some other artists do. The 'you are turned on by this, clearly you want more' kinda teasing... Wh-what's your name? I'm Sam."

"The teasing angle, huh?" She grinned for a moment. "My name's Fayth."

He lifted an eyebrow at her name, but . "Hi, Fayth, nice to meet you." This was starting to feel more like a normal conversation, easing his nerves a bit.

"You ever thought about what it would feel like to have such a voluptuous feminine form while sporting a nice big horsedick?" She leaned in closer. "Because I can tell you from experience, having your dick rub against the satiny smooth flesh of your udder is divine."

"N-No!" he said a little too loud. Uncertain whether he was asking her to stop teasing him or trying to convince her he wasn't as kinky as she thought, he just sat there stewing in arousal and embarrassment.

It felt like she was starting a verbal RP with him or something. She was really hot, fascinating, and had amazing taste in artists too. He really didn't want to blow it by making her think he was some kinda slut or something. But he also didn't want to be dishonest. His face scrunched up as if he was trying to solve differential equations in his head while looking at her. He had no idea what his next move was.

Sitting there like she had all the time in the world, she just met his gaze, a little knowing smirk at the corner of her mouth.

Finally, he put up a verbal smoke screen. "I mean, I like the art a lot, but I'm not a freak and I don't actually wanna like--"

"You don't want to have huge balls tugging on the front of your pussy so that when your clit gets hard, it gets trapped between your sac and your huge equine pussy lips?" She leaned back and stretched, her abdomen looking oddly pink just below her belly button.

His eyes dawdled just a bit too long on her belly. "No, of course not. I'm a boring straight guy and I don't want to be a cow girl, let alone a herm!" The pre soaking his boxers was likely causing a dark spot on his shorts now.

"What if you only got an udder? Just to try it out? The flesh is the smoothest there is and when someone milks one of your teats? Heaven." She ran her hands over that pink area and he swore to God it was plumper than before.

He made a fist, sure she was testing him somehow. He had to really sell not being a freak. "No, I don't want a giant swollen udder, even if it feels nice. That would be weird!"

"I can smell how hard you are." Her nose flattened into her face, making her look animalistic. "I don't like being lied to." Reaching under the table, she grabbed his dick and squeezed. "Only way you can make it up to me is if you moo for me. Just a little, tiny moo will do." She stroked his dick through the fabric, rubbing her thumb on the wet spot.

As she reached for his cock, he tried to push his seat back, but the legs were caught in the decorative rug that ran under the table and his seat didn't even budge. Her firm grip got a moan out of him, one he stifled as best he could. The result was an odd croak.

"What the hell? What the fuck are you?" His throat felt odd, like some sort of sound was trying to get out as he spoke. Shivering at her continued slow stroking of his cock, his reeling mind tried to understand what was going on. "You think you can just command people to moo-ooh--" He covered his mouth with a hand.

Stroking his dick faster, she said, "That's it, moo for me you dumb, horny cow."

His eyes bulged as the urge to moo overwhelmed him. He threw his head back and bellowed. "MOOOooooOOOOO!"

Shivering and thrusting into her hand, his cum spurted right through his shorts, splattering on the underside of the table. His cum started dripping to the floor as he let loose the biggest load of his life. Cum was all over his boxers, his balls, and was even streaming down the inside of his thighs. With each spurt, his cock and balls enlarged, putting strain on the seams of his boxers and baggy shorts. Along with this, his cock head flattened against the underside of the table, taking on a bestial shape.

A skinny guy with a long nose dropped his phone, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. Next to him, a woman with curly hair had her hands clasped tightly together as she surveyed the still-expanding puddle of cum under his chair. Two other onlookers swiftly walked away, horrified looks on their faces. At least five more heads had been turned in the general vicinity and Sam thought he was going to die of embarrassment as he panted.

"Good girl!" Fayth said with all the enthusiasm of a cheerleader calling out her team's name.

Being called a "good girl" made him indescribably euphoric. Sam's dick was nearly too big for her hand now and his cum was all over it. As he noticed a tingle below his belly button, she pulled up his shirt and rubbed her cum-soaked hand on his belly. He moaned and shivered, the area she was rubbing got more tender, smoother, and quite erogenous.

He thrust his prick against the tabletop, suppressing a sound deep in his throat which he suspected was an alarmingly loud moo.

"OOOH YES!" She squirmed as her pants tore, exposing her black-cow-fur-covered thighs.

Her ass and hips kept expanding and hanging just above the waist of her pants was a growing udder with four teats. She let loose a long moo as her pants and panties ripped to shreds, falling to the floor. Between her legs was a two-inch, very thick clit. She stroked that clit openly in the middle of the library, using his cum as lube. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as her udder got heavier and heavier, swiftly approaching the size of the ones in the images they'd bonded over.

With a gasp and a squeak, she had a small orgasm, her clit throbbing visibly as milk beaded on her teats. Two of the onlookers were recording video of her transformation while others were in various stages of shock and/or arousal.

The moment her orgasm was over, she licked her hand clean of his cum and dried it on his shirt. Then she moved her hand through the air like a magician producing a rose during their act, but instead of a rose, she prestidigitated a six-inch-wide mauve box, tied up with a pretty dark purple bow. She untied the bow and opened the box to reveal a dark purple collar with a copper cowbell hanging from it.

Snapping the collar around his neck, she pulled out a layer of tissue paper and grabbed the matching purple leash underneath. Once she clipped the leash to the collar, she tossed the box onto the tabletop. "Get on your knees and drink some milk." She tugged him down toward the ground.

The collar suddenly being around his neck and her tugging on the leash broke him out of his aroused stupor. There were so many people watching! He stood up, his dick barely restrained by his pants. "N-No. Listen, Whatever the fuck you are, I am not--OH FUCK!" He shivered as his cock finally burst through his pants and exposed a large, pink area on his belly.

She chuckled.

After a couple deep breaths, he collected himself and put on his best serious face. He didn't know whether it was drugs, a dream, or what, but something was off. "I'm not into this. You can't just put me on a leash and expect me to obey."

"Oh, you're loving this. Just look at how hard your cock is throbbing while you show it off. Remember when I asked you if you wanted to feel your dick rub against your udder?"

"My what?" He looked down as she pressed his dick up against his burgeoning udder and moved it slowly side to side. Just feeling the warmth of his rock hard dick against that soft, sensitive flesh was enough to make him pre all over himself. But there was texture too, the pre-and-cum soaked slickness of his dick against the satin of his udder. That sound he'd been suppressing, his whole body was shaking as he tried to hold it in. For a moment he thought he was going to make it, but then his cock pulsed from base to tip as the head flared. "HAAAH, I'm gonna--CUH--MOOoooOOOO!" He clenched his legs together as he came.

She leaned down and drank his cum like his dick was a water fountain. More and more of his shaft fit in her mouth as her...To read the part where they both finish their herm cow TFs and Fayth fucks Sam's brand new pussy atop a table, subscribe and read the rest on my PATREON! OR my SUBSCRIBESTAR!

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