Chapter #6Cow Traits by: LGV  For some reason, the serum labeled "COW" catches you attention. You're still not sure what exactly this is going to do, but you shrug off those worries and take it from the rack. The tube feels warm in your hand; it seems to be radiating some sort of energy. It's like nothing you've felt before. Something alien, perhaps?
Your attempts to understand it are thwarted as you spin back towards your teacher and catch and even more bewildering sight. Ms. Horwan is bent over, her pencil skirt in a pile on the floor. Her perfect ass is on display, nude save for the needle-thin strip of a lacy black thong. You gaze at the deliciously plump rump, admiring its godly shape. Chubby and bulbous enough to give it a perfect roundness, yet firm and toned enough to keep it from sagging.
"James, dear, would you mind injecting the serum? There'll be time for ogling later, my dear," she explains casually.
"S-sorry!" you stammer. "Where do I inject it?"
"Right here," she says, slapping her left buttock. It jiggles like gelatin in an earthquake. "Injecting in the buttocks allows the medicine to travel through the bloodstream faster."
Taking a deep breath, you step forward. You hesitate briefly before driving the syringe into her skin. Jamming the plunger down, you observe as the serum disappears into her bum.
"Ah, here it comes," she says, "I-I can feel it spreading through me. It's changing me! It's, it's, it's working!"
Ms. Horwan's entire body begins to shiver. Pants and moans escape from her mouth as her face turns a shade of cherry. Worry overtakes you and you almost go to get help when you notice a thin, translucent trail dripping from her inner thigh. She's not in any pain; she's aroused to hell and back.
That is when the changes finally begin. They start with her body fat content. Before the injection, Ms. Horwan was a relatively fit person, aside from all the junk in her truck. But you watch in bewilderment and she fattens up before your very eyes. Her thighs, once toned, become rounder as the swell up, bulging into each other. Her stomach follows, compounding with pounds and pounds of blubber. She must have gained about twenty pounds of fat in her midsection alone. Her new gut and squeezable love-handles are popping out of the bottom of her strained blouse.
The change that grabs your attention the most, however, occurs in her bosom. Like the rest of pre-injection Ms. Horwan, her chest was a lean; a pair of measly A-cups. They two are blessed with growth, thickening up with inches of new breast meat. By the time those bad boys are done swelling they are the size of large watermelons. They are bursting through her top, having torn through the buttons and having eviscerated the bra underneath. Her swollen, fat nipples are hanging out. White droplets of what seem to be milk drip from them.
Finally, Horwan under goes a change unrelated to the fattening. At the base of her forehead, just above her eyes, erupt a pair of tiny horns. Dull as a pebble, they couldn't hurt a fly.
Horwan falls to her knees, overwhelmed by the transformation. Her moans have evolved to those of pure ecstasy.
You stand in awe. Though you find yourself aroused, you are unsure of what to do, so you wait for the time being. A few moments pass as...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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