Cowgirl City 4- In the Milky Field of Dreams
Our protagonist has been able to dodge the furry fingers of cowgirls in the real world, but in his dreams, he's not so lucky...
"A DD delivery van, huh?" I smiled a little as I climbed into the abandoned Davis Delivery box van, quickly checking that there were no surprises waiting for me in the cab section of the truck before closing the metal shutter as quickly as I could from the inside and locking it behind me. "Fitting, since I think that's the average cup size of the girls I've run into."
Night had fallen on my first day of the cowgirl apocalypse (two words I never thought I'd use in conjunction), and most of the girls seemed to have turned in for the night. Some were content to just sleep on a bench or wherever they could outside, but most had gone inside to get their rest. The idea of exploring a building that could potentially be full of sleeping cowgirls didn't sound too tempting, especially since there was always a pleasured cry or frantic moo from somewhere within that told me not all of them were actually asleep. The delivery van wasn't exactly a four star hotel, but considering it was on a street that had no cowgirls in sight, I decided it would be a good place to get some rest before looking for a more permanent shelter.
Searching for permanent shelter or any sign of human life was what I had spent most of the day doing, and I'd come up empty on either count. Any place I looked into was either littered with cowgirls already or would be impossible to secure if they tried to get in. I was starting to have second thoughts about not getting some kind of weapon to defend myself, but it was a little late to worry about that now. Anything that could have been remotely useful as a weapon was impossible to access or being used by the girls to pleasure themselves or others in one way or another.
At least I hadn't really needed to defend myself from an attack since escaping the office. Most of the girls were already too occupied to notice me poking around, and I'd been careful enough so far to keep a fair bit of distance between me and them. A couple of lone girls were a little more determined and actively pursued me when they saw me. Thankfully cows aren't exactly known for their agility, and huge breasts and rears, while very attractive, aren't exactly aerodynamic or light. They would give up after a short chase when it became clear they weren't going to catch me.
"Still no cell phone coverage, no keys to use the van as a mobile shelter, and nothing but a couple of empty boxes that I could use for a mattress. Still, I'm still human and male, so I guess it's not the worst way to end the day." After flattening out the boxes for a makeshift mattress and setting the alarm on my phone, I grabbed a blanket from my bag and a couple of set of clothes to use as a makeshift pillow before settling down for the night. Despite the pathetic sleeping conditions, soon I was out like a light.
"No, no, no!"
I glanced back at the herd of cowgirls chasing after me. Thirty, forty; I couldn't tell an exact number. All I could see was that there was enough to fill the width of the street, and they were all eager to make me a part of their herd. It was the same story at the intersection directly in front of me. Any hopes of going down one of the other roads were quickly dashed when even more of them started closing in on me. I was trapped!
Once I was fully surrounded, the girls quickly swarmed over me. In desperation I took a swing at one of them, but the cowgirl with the soft blue fur ducked under my fist and tackled me to the ground. Soon all I could see was soft feminine flesh and fur as they all tried to get a grip on me.
They didn't even need any stimulation to start lactating; soon I could see and feel the white milk pouring from their nipples, starting to drench me from head to toe. Trying to push them off only made it worse, as my hands always seemed to find a breast and squeeze it, making that particular cowgirl's flow even stronger. It even started getting into my eyes and nose, the coolness of milk going down my throat soon replaced with a warming sensation in the pit of my stomach.
I knew that this was all just a nightmare, that I was really still asleep in the delivery truck. I tried to tell myself that as I felt my body beginning to change, that I needed to wake up. Just like how my dream self couldn't escape the mob of women atop me, my real self couldn't wake from this nightmare. It was going to play out, whether I wanted it to or not.
"No! No!" The warmth spread throughout my body, focusing largely on my hips and crotch. A feeling of tightness soon joined the warming sensation as my pants seemed to constrict around my hips, getting a brief and higher than normal pitched gasp as it dug into my flesh. It was almost a relief when one of the girls tore the strained khaki's off me, until I saw what was underneath. A thin coat of white fur was growing over my body, growing thicker and fuller with my expanding hips and rear. I could feel more hands running over and stripping off the remaining clothes, but my vision was soon obscured by a familiar face that emerged through the mob and straddled my stomach.
"C-Coco?" The first cowgirl I'd seen when this all started smiled down at me, mooing softly as she gently stroked my head. Her fingers ran through hair that didn't seem so long a moment ago, and I could feel her ropey tail rubbing against my now bare and thicker thighs. She leaned forward, her bulging brown breasts hanging just over my face as she mooed softly. More soft hands pinned my arms down as she lined up one of her nipples over my mouth, the nub glistening with white liquid that dribbled slowly down her breast as she slid one of her hands behind my head. Attempts to keep my mouth closed failed when one of the girls rubbing my shrinking cock made me gasp, and she bought my mouth up directly over her nipple.
I didn't want to drink the milk that flooded my mouth, but I'd drown if I didn't. I didn't want to become a cowgirl, but my body was changing the more and more I drank. I didn't want to lose my cock, but the feelings of pleasure that erupted from my member grew larger as it grew smaller. I didn't want to have a vagina, but the feeling of hands gently caressing the lips of my newly opening pussy made my juices flow like a river.
I really, really didn't want any of that. I knew all of this was wrong...
... but damn it; it felt so RIGHT.
I slipped free of the hands that were pinning me down, but escape wasn't on my mind anymore. On the contrary, they went right to the breast that was feeding me, my slimmer and now fur covered hands desperately grasping and squeezing the soft flesh in an attempt to increase the flow of milk. I closed my eyes as her milk came in a steadier stream, focusing only on the liquid treasure flowing down my throat and the mooing of the girls surrounding me. A part of me still fought desperately against everything that was happening, but that little voice was being drowned by the sounds of moos and the rich taste of creamy milk.
So lost in the feeling of milk flowing into my gut and warmth flowing through my body, that at first I hadn't even noticed when the flow had stopped. I opened my eyes slowly to see that Coco had moved behind me, resting my head gently on her chest as she smiled down at me. Her hands gently slid over my chest to my nipple, gently rubbing them through my white dress shirt. The moan that escaped me sounded more like a moo, and a warm wet feeling came over me as my shirt became soaked with my own milk.
You're going to love being a cow. You're going to love having big, milk filled breasts. You're going to love being with your fellow cows. You're going to love sharing it with others, and showing them how good it feels to be a cow. You're going to love being simple, sexy and happy.
I didn't know where those thoughts came from. They didn't seem like they were my thoughts, but it kept repeating over and over again. The girls around me seemed so happy the way they were, and they just wanted me to join in their happiness. The more those thoughts ran through my head, the more seductive and truthful they sounded.
Coco's slender hands traced over the growing bulges in my chest, giving them a firm squeeze and getting a very feminine gasp out of me. Milk continued to flow out of my nipples, pleasure radiating across my chest and outward from there, focusing largely on my pussy. It was similar to the feeling of a normal male orgasm in some ways, but there were a few key differences. A normal orgasm would have hit hard and send me into orbit with pleasure, but it would be over after a few seconds. The flowing milk was a smaller, steadier stream of pleasure, one that seemed to go on forever. It also didn't hurt that those feelings were coming from two very sensitive points on my body as well.
My growing breasts felt heavy on my chest, and soon they started to feel tight as well as they strained against my shirt. I started to fumble with the confining material, but Coco gently held my hands down. I should have been able to break her gentle grip with ease, but when I looked into her big brown eyes, any thoughts of resistance melted away as she gently shook her head. She leaned forward and gently sealed her lips over mine before I could ask any questions. The upside down kiss was awkward at first, but soon my face started to shift, pushing slowly into a short muzzle to match hers. More foreign, but wonderful sounding ideas entered my head as we gently made out.
Feel those big, beautiful breasts on your chest. Feel the way the milk fills them, making them grow fuller and fuller. Feel the way the fabric rubs against your growing nipples as they strain to be free. Feel it all, and then let them be free. Feel them tear through your shirt, and all your human worries and pains being torn apart with them.
"Yes..." Coco gently took my hands and guided them to my pulsing chest. Soaked with milk, the shirt clung to me like a second skin now. Breasts that had grown to the size of cantaloupes fought against their confines as gaps starting forming between the buttons of my shirt, quickly losing the battle against the massive milk makers. "I want to be a good cow. I want to be simple and happy. I want to make milk. I want to give milk to others."
As soon as the words left my mouth, the weight on my chest seemed to double, then triple an instant later. One button on my shirt finally lost the battle, popping off as it yielded to the expanding flesh underneath. That one button started a chain reaction of popping and tearing as my milky white furred breasts tore free of the useless fabric, revealing their full glory to the world. My hands immediately went to my erect nipples, my fingers growing damp and slick from the tide of milk washing over them as I stroked and grabbed them roughly.
"M-More!" They were so big already, but all I could think about was them getting bigger. The bigger they got, the more milk they could make, and the more milk they could make, the better they'd make me feel. Bigger, more, happy; those were the thoughts that kept running through my head again and again. Coco's hands slowly crawled over my swelling orbs, gently nodding as she seemed to approve of my progress.
There was some tiny voice in the back of my head screaming that this was wrong, that I wasn't a cow as I looked at what was happening around me. My vision was filled with cowgirls. Their moos filled my ears and my mind. I had breasts that were nearly the size of my head. Milk was spilling out of my chest onto the ground, mixing with the juices pouring out of my quivering pussy in a small lake in front of me. That tiny voice was akin to someone bailing out a sinking ship with a teaspoon, a ship that was sinking in a sea of milk.
"M-MOOO!" The last of the changes washed over me as my loud and proud moo joined the girls around me. The streams of milk coming from my chest turned into a geyser, soaking the girls in front of me as Coco massaged my numbing ears. She gently flattened and pulled on them until they matched the triangular ears of the girls around me. My moo also drowned out the sharp but brief pain of small horns pushing out from the sides of my head. I couldn't see them, but somehow I knew that they were just as white as my fur.
Coco's big brown eyes looked into mine as I mooed and squirmed atop her, continuing to stroke my full, soft hair. Cupping her hand, she collected some of my milk and bought it to her lips. She smiled and nodded in approval before bringing it to my own lips. It tasted sweet and thick like cream, and the girls around us tried to move themselves into a better position to get a taste themselves. They gently wrestled with one another as they tried to get themselves in a better position, an occasional hand reaching out to try and redirect or increase the flow.
Look at how happy these girls are, playing with and pleasing each other. They're simple, happy and beautiful cows, and you'll be joining them soon enough.
"M-Moo..." Yes, that sounded wonderful. Being a big breasted, simple cowgirl would be... wait; I WILL be joining them? Wasn't I a cowgirl already?
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Not yet. Soon, very soon...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
A backache and my cell phone's alarm welcomed me as I slowly woke from my dream. Rising slowly from my makeshift bed, I shut the alarm off and the phone itself a moment later after confirming that there was still no cell coverage.
The severe case of morning wood that greeted me as I sat up was a mixed blessing. Sure, it meant that I was still male and human, but the thought that I had it after a nightmare of being chased down and turned into a horny cowgirl was some cause for concern. If I don't get a grip on myself, I might end up joining them of my own free will.
I thought about all the girls that I'd seen so far as I changed into some fresh clothes. They did all seem pretty happy and content, and didn't seem stressed or concerned about much of anything except having fun and being milked. Would it be such a bad thing to join them and forget all my troubles and cares?
Yes, yes it would be, I told myself as I finished changing and checked to make sure the coast was clear. What will happen when the power runs out, and all the food in the city gets eaten? What happens when the military comes through and rounds them all up for experimentation, or just quarantines the city to keep this from spreading anywhere else? Everyone can't just give up a normal existence just because it's hard and resign themselves to being carefree cows. Someone has to think about the bigger picture, and that someone may have to be me.
Seeing no cowgirls in sight, I climbed out of the van and resumed my journey, determined not to give up and become a simple, mindless cowgirl.
I just wish it wasn't so damn tempting...