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“So, I live here now?”
Catherine’s tone was hesitant, but the tinge of excitement that sat on the tip of her tongue could be heard by a particularly discerning ear.
“Indeed you do! Worry not though, my human friend. Your every need will be catered to by the crew and many systems of our delightful vessel. Even something as wondrous as the translator that was given to you upon your arrival is provided free of any form of charge. The Seer is happy to have yet another happy passenger from yet another world.”
The being that spoke to her was still somewhat off putting to her. It’s eyeless face smiled down from an insectoid body which sat upon a form of hovering mobility device. As it spoke its antennae flicked and floated around her, gauging reactions and emotion via complex pheromone receptors.
“O-Okay, cool, gotcha.”
The alien frowned, “You are displeased?”
“No! N-No I’m not I promise! It’s just, a lot to take in. On the way up here you showed me the place with all the other people walking around and it was just, I didn’t know any of this was real? You picked me up a week ago and I’ve been, adjusting.”
The captain nodded, antennae retracting to respect personal space a bit better. “We understand, friend Catherine. But we were truly delighted to hear your response to the Director’s request! Though she visited earth many times before she had never managed to find a human willing to give up their entire life to live as part of the endless museum of life and culture!”
Catherine pushed some of her shaggy brown hair from her face, “I couldn’t believe that A: aliens were real and B: they ASK you if you want to be abducted before they do it.”
The captain chittered out a laugh, “Not much of an abduction then, is it?”
She smiled in response, casting her gaze through the porthole of the great vessel she now rode in across the endless night around them. “I guess not…” She fidgeted in her seat some. The captain had brought her up to the helm to give her some time away from her new quarters and neighbours, but there were still some things bothering her. Most of all was the fact that she had misunderstood the immediacy of her absconding to the Seer and hadn’t gotten to pack anything other than the clothes she’d been wearing when Director Hvel’draan made contact with her. It had been a week since she had worn anything other than the tank top and shorts she’d been picked up in, and washing them in the sink of her new apartment was beginning to lose its charm and effectiveness.
“Captain Xiel?”
“Yes, friend Catherine?”
Is there somewhere on the ship I could get uh, some new clothes? I’ll, fully admit I spent my first week here terrified and very afraid to go outside. So I haven’t really, talked to anyone or seen where to get anything.”
Xiel chirped a low chuckling tone before tapping a few buttons on a communications console nearby with their backmost limbs. “Worry not! A steward droid will be here momentarily to show you to an outfitter! They’re a personal favourite of mine, I think you will enjoy their company.” Before captain Xiel could nod a door opened at the far end of the room to reveal a small pod-shaped robot being carried by a set of digitigrade legs. It tapped across the smooth metal floor until the rounded screen met Catherine’s confused eyes.
“Hello resident: Catherine, a request has been submitted by Captain Xiel to show you to Oord’s Outfitting and tailoring. This unit is here to guide you.” Catherine gave the captain a look, who nodded in response before turning back to its work.
“Oh uh, okay then. Lead the way! I guess…”
The Seer was a monumentally titanic ship. According to Hvel’draan she’d consensually collected over fifty thousand members of dozens of different intelligent species, and nearly double that of flora and fauna from their native planets as well. She’d seen a few things from earth around with all the other unknown alien things that made up the ship’s sprawling habitat deck. A pine tree standing among a grove of trees from distant worlds, a dog being walked by its owner who just so happened to be a canine-esque person from the next galaxy over, a hamburger stand sitting in a park populated by frolicking bug-folk. It was a melting pot that her former home could only dream of being through all the thick smog of capitalism and doomsday politics. She tried not to dwell on Earth too much, but there were still so many unanswered questions. Could she get her hormones here? It had taken her months and then an arm and a leg to get estrogen injections on earth, did they even HAVE them here? And in the more immediate situation, what if the outfitter didn’t have anything that would fit her? The thought seemed ridiculous, the ship housed so many different types of people, but she’d been a fat girl all her life and finding clothes on her home planet had been nothing short of an ordeal every time she tried something on. And what if-
“Resident: Catherine, we have arrived at Oord’s outfitting. The proprietor will assist you inside. Should you need to summon another steward unit, simply use one of the assistance terminals located at every map nexus. Thank you for your cooperation, have a lovely cycle.” The steward trotted off, disappearing into an access hatch in the wall next to the shop that stood before her. A hologram sign overhead read “Oord’s Outfitting and tailoring services” in a font that seemed to connect to the translator she wore around her neck.
“Okay, just, go in and ask for new clothes! Its easy, Xiel said everything is free here, it’ll be okay.” A small but necessary pep talk that sent her through the sliding doors to the shop and over to the counter.
Inside rolls of fabric lined the walls along with spools of various typed of yarn and racks full of clothing both familiar and rather outlandish. The person behind the counter had their feet kicked up onto it and was relaxing while taking sips of what looked like a soda or similar carbonated beverage. They were a bit shorter than Catherine, around five-foot-ten, and had deep green skin that shimmered somewhat under the warm lights overhead. Beneath the wide brimmed hat they wore a cascade of thick black tendrils made up a pseudo head of hair, some of them adorned with gold rings. As she approached they sat up, lifting the hat to reveal a set of four sleek pink eyes and a wide grin made up of a singular wide beak-like set of “teeth” that made the outline of fangs, though one on the bottom only had a single point in the middle.
“No way!” A shrill voice resounded from their throat as they sat up to properly greet a new customer. “A human! You’re from earth! Hi! I love earth!” They bounced excitedly, shaking their tendrils and making their plump form jiggle in their rather scant choice of clothing.
Catherine did her best not to stare, but they reminded her of herself in a few ways save for a much larger chest, which she wasn’t sure if she felt more attracted to or envious of. “U-Uh yeah. I’m from earth! Haha… Got here a week ago, kinda, learning how everything works. Captain Xiel sent me here to uh, get some new clothes! Since I only have, this.” She gestured down to her increasingly ratty apparel, prompting the shop owner to gesture to their own.
“Well, you could have this!” Their hands slid over the semi-tight fitting tube top and set of chaps-like bottoms they wore on top of a simple type of bikini bottom. “Or that! Or that! You can have whateeeever you want, earthling!” They bounced again, this time coming out from behind the counter to shake Catherine’s hand. Their skin was surprisingly leathery for how slick it seemed.
“I-I’m uh, I’m Catherine. You’re, Oord? I’m guessing?”
“I am!” Oord fluted back, “Catherine is a pretty name! And you’re so soft! Just like my favourite earth animal!”
Catherine blushed a bit, and humoured the topic a bit trying to get more comfortable. “What’s your favourite animal?”
Oord dashed back behind the counter and retrieved a backpack that had been sitting next to their chair, it was shaped like a plus cow. Soft brown fleece made up the body, with the horns and hooves being a faded looking leather, eyes made of small black beads “I love them! I visited earth a long time ago and met them! We have some on the Seer! I visit them too!” Catherine blushed a bit deeper, this time with a smile she couldn’t help but let off at the overwhelming enthusiasm coming from the tailor.
“Cows are my favourite too! That’s really cool that you went and saw some. Do you remember how long ago it was?”
“Oh several of your solar cycles now. I was much smaller, my father took me to see them when I was still waddling around close to the ground. He got me this bag! They’ve been my favourite ever since!” Oord set the bag down, “But you’re not here to hear about my love of cows! You’re here to find clothes! Let’s get you some! What do you like, Catherine?”
That was a tougher question than she thought it would be. She’d always worn very neutral things, and had really only begun to explore more feminine clothing when her breasts began really developing. “Uh…I guess, maybe something like I’m wearing now? Maybe, uh, do you know what a crop top is?”
“I do!” Oord shook their tendrils with joy. “Paired with a pair of shorts I think would look very cute on you! Wait here!”
“I- Uh, alright.”
Oord had already dashed off before she could add anything else to the answer, but shorts were fine with her. Oord returned with a pile of various pairs of shorts and sleeveless tops of all kinds in their arms, tripping over their own feet and landing at Catherine’s.
“Oh, fuck, are you alright?” She knelt to help them up, taking their hand and gently tugging them up from the floor.
“I’m fine! Just getting used to this form still, is all.”
“This… form?” Catherine’s browns knit together in confusion.
“My species has the ability to lightly shift our forms! It’s usually very gradual, and happens because we’re genetically unstable. But I’ve been taking injections to give me what I want sooner!”
“So… Kind of like me? I guess?” Oord returned the look of confusion. “Oh, uh, I’m transgender. I was born as a man but a few years ago I went on hormones to change my body to the way I feel like, inside, you know?”
“I’ve heard of the concept! Yes! No shortage of people like that on the Seer. Director Hvel’draan herself is a great transcender of gender!” Catherine giggled at the term.
“I kinda guessed, but its good to know I’m not like, the only trans woman on the ship I guess.”
After some time spent trying on a few of the outfits Oord offered, Catherine humorously decided on a cow print crop top and a pair of black shorts. “Simple but adorable! You really can’t go wrong with it!” Oord gave an approving thumbs up before shoving the rest of the clothes back into a storage bin.
“Yeah! I like it a lot, thank you, Oord. I never got to try out crop tops before the Seer picked me up, I’ll have to take a look at your catalogue and order some more stuff sometime soon… Or maybe really soon. I uh, don’t have clothes.”
“You may order all you like! Everything I need to make them is provided by the Seer itself! The Seer provides a great many things and services! I meant to mention that, if you are in need of your hormones, I could show you to my physician near the Gold District if you’d like.”
“Gold district?” Catherine answered absentmindedly while admiring how the top made her chest look in the mirror.
“Pleasure district, the augmentations I sought were above standard grade and could only be given by someone with an advanced understanding of mutagenic substances. Many doctors work nearby to the Gold District. A myriad of people means a myriad of ways one might injure themselves while having intercourse!” Catherine coughed a bit, fixing her glasses as she looked back to Oord.
“Pleasure… Mutagenic…? You mean like… stuff that, mutates you? Like for sex?”
“Among other reasons, but yes. Due to my species genetic instability the mutagenic compound needed to retain my current shape is considered “pleasure grade”, or, very strong but impermanent. A gift from the many shapeshifters aboard! The science of it is quite sophisticated-” Oord was cut off by Catherine nervously laughing to herself.
“Th-that’s cool, yeah, that’s, uh, so cool I’ll have to uh, uh, u-uh see that sometime soon a-and uh-” “I can show you!” Catherine’s eyes went wide, her cheeks flushed a deep red. “Show, me? Like, show me where they, uh, have, that stuff?”
Oord smirked a bit, their beak fangs glinting in the light. “Don’t you think you should start having a little fun, human?” They poked her right breast playfully, prompting Catherine to sputter and stammer over her words.
“WellyeahwhenyouputitthatwayIguessleadthewayyeahIalwayslikedthatstuffuhyeahgoaheadyeah.”
Oord laughed in a squeaking set of trills and took her hand. “Follow me!” Walking around the ship was certainly still something Catherine was getting used to. The habitation deck was divided into colour-coded districts as to be easy to navigate, Blue for medical, orange for mercantile, green for outdoor/natural environments, and yellow or “gold” for recreation and pleasure. On the way Oord explained that it got the “gold district” moniker from the myriad of arcade and gambling houses that dotted the sleek metal streets. One could find any form of pleasure imaginable in the gold district, be it of the flesh or of the mind. The neon lights and hologram advertisements for dozens of free-to-play arcades and fake buy in casinos kept Catherine hypnotized as the two made their way to a corner of the district affectionately known as the “promenade of pleasure”. The name gave her a bit of a shiver but she soon got over it when imagining all the impossible ways that aliens might have sex with each other. With so many different body types and physiologies surely there was bound to be more to it than just what was considered “out there” on earth. If what Oord was telling her was true, she may get to witness what she thought was just a dirty fantasy before.
“Here we are!” Oord exclaimed, stopping in front of a medical office labelled “Intensive and advanced mutagenics”. Catherine looked around a bit, nervously tapping her thumbs together as beings of a dozen different species walked about in outfits that each showed more skin than the last.
“So this doctor’s office is just, in the middle of a place like this?”
Oord snickered, “Since the Seer is made for habitation, residents are allowed to pick where they want to live and/or set up business! Not only do people work around here, people also live around here! See!” They cast a finger up towards a row of apartments that sat above what looked to be a set of brothels and a game parlour.
“Oh, huh, I guess I didn’t think about that…” The remembrance of why they were there suddenly crept back up on her. “S-s-so this is where you uh, get your HRT?”
“Aech-aahr-tee?” Oord repeated.
“Oh uh, hormones. The stuff you said you use to like, keep your uh, form?”
“Oh yes! Doctor Fel is an expert in mutagenics of all kinds! I’m sure we can find you something that would assist in your own changes!”
With that Oord pushed through the doors dragging Catherine along by the hand. “Doctor Fel! Hello! It’s Oord!”
A plump woman with a lab safety coat draped over her turned in her chair to view her new visitors. She had a set of horns adorning her head, they were pink like the rest of her skin, and blue hair that fell around her round cheeks in thick delicate curls almost like wool. “Oord!” She stood to greet them, the tight purple dress she wore beneath the coat stressing against her stomach. “And I see you’ve brought a friend, hello to you too, dear. I’m Doctor Fel.”
Oord nodded happily, “This is Catherine! She is changing her form like me! We came to see if you had any mutagens that would assist her in continuing her transition! And perhaps to browse for some pleasure mutagens as well.~” Oord winked and nudged Catherine’s shoulder a bit. Catherine flustered instantly and went tripping over her words yet again.
“Y-Yeah the first part more so than the second. I-I just, wanted to see if you had a-any hormones that would let me keep transitioning… Oord, uh, also mentioned the uh, the other stuff. Yeah.”
Fel nodded, giving a playful salute that made her body wobble in a pleasing way. “I’m sure I can help you, dear. Just need to run a few tests to know what I’m workin’ with so I don’t turn you into slime. Unless you want that.” She gave a low throaty giggle that Oord fluted along with.
“I-I-I uh…”
“Catherine! Let me show you some of my favourite mutagens!” Catherine stared wide eyed at her new excitable friend.
“You...do this a lot?”
Oord bounced happily, “Quite often! I have a few friends that enjoy mutagen play! Particularly my favourite.~”
“Which is…?”
Oord didn’t say anything in response, but instead giggled quietly while stepping behind a curtain marked “Adult Play” in the same shifting text the outfitting sign was made of.
“U-Uh, should I…?” She looked to Fel for an answer, who had collected a small array of medical tools on a sterile metal tray.
“Just let me take a sample so I can analyse you, dear. Then you can run off and have all the fun you want.”
“O-Oh, yeah of course, uh, thank you. I-It’s really cool that I uh, can just, get this.”
Fel giggled again, walking Catherine behind a white curtain and sitting her down on a small observation bench before pricking her arm with a small electronic syringe. “Of course, dear! Lots of folks like us on the Seer. Born one way, felt another, made some changes and now we’re ourselves! I didn’t always look this gorgeous you know.~”
Catherine winced a bit at the small pinch to her arm, but blinked a few times at the words. “You were, born a different gender?”
Fel laughed yet again, pulling out a small phone-shaped communication device and holding up a flickering hologram photo of a more masculine version of her, complete with a wool-like beard and thinner build. “I made my changes a long time ago, never been happier! Especially when these came in.~” She winked and grabbed at her breasts, her fingers sank into the fat at least an inch as she grabbed and wobbled them back and forth a few times. She then patted her stomach, an action which made small ripples appear in her dress as it jiggled from the impacts, “The rest was just a pleasant surprise!”
Blatantly flustered and obviously blushing Catherine nodded, looking down at her own body with a sort of erotic euphoria. “This woman could do whatever she wanted to me.” She thought, and stepped back into the main lobby of the office.
“I’ll go ahead and run my tests, you go off and have fun, okay? I’ll let you know what I can do for you when you’re all done.” Fel patted her shoulder and gave a smile full of warmth and sincerity.
“Y-Yeah! Uh, thank you, again, Doctor Fel. This, this means a lot to me.”
“Of course, dear. Now go!” She waved her off towards the other curtain and went off into a back room filled with machines and monitors.
“R-Right, go have fun! Maybe they can actually...like...no that’s impossible...right?” Her thoughts swam as she gently pushed the purple velvet drapery aside to reveal the rest of the building beyond. The medical office was seemingly attached to an adult play centre next door, with the office serving as an official service of the centre.
Oord was waiting by a glass case counter lined with labels of shifting text. “Catherine! Here! This is my favourite!” They were excitedly pointing to a few vials of swirling blue liquid marked “Bovine” in shifting text.
“B...Bovine…?” Catherine could have guessed what it meant, but a large part of her still didn’t believe it.
“Didn’t I tell you I liked cows?” Oord said, poking her chest again.
“But what does it...does it make you...no that can’t be right.”
Oord nodded sagely, “You’re correct! Much like my current mutagen allows me to maintain this form, this one lets you be a cow!”
Catherine stared down at the hypnotic swirling of the blue mutagen. “What, what do you mean, be a cow?” Oord puzzled a bit, “It changes your body to be more, cow like?” Catherine turned her wide eyes and red cheeks to face Oord, hoping they wouldn’t notice the bulge forming in her shorts. “You’re serious?”
Oord rolled their eyes. “Do you want to try?”
Catherine stammered, “T-T-Try? Like, be a...use it to…” She felt Oord’s leathery hand lightly grab hers, they pink eyes narrowing with a wide fanged grin beneath.
“Try it, I can see you want to. Have a little fun.~ I’ll be riiiight here to help...~” She felt their hand drag down her arm and come to rest on her thigh, a finger gently caressing its way inward before she finally broke through the last mental barrier of her earthly anxiety. Taking Oord’s hand she bit her lip and moved a bit closer, her voice more steady but still low.
“I-I always wanted t-to do something like that. It’s not, possible, on earth. Would you uh… help me with it?”
Oord giggled and pressed themselves against Catherine, their breasts squishing against hers as she was forced back against the wall next to the counter. “Didn’t I already say that?”
Their lips were much softer than their hands, and ever so often between short moans and gasps one of their fangs would catch on her lips and make her knees just that much weaker. A few minutes passed and they were quickly reminded that the space they were in was not in fact a private one.
“Ah, hello there, looking for a room?” Catherine straightened up immediately while Oord very casually spun around to greet the attendant that had made his way from the other end of the counter.
“Yes! And a vial of the azure mutagen as well.”
The avian man nodded, slicking his crest of feathers back before ducking down to pick out the vial and fasten a capped injector lid to it. “There you are, rooms twelve through nineteen are currently free. Please make use of the locks to let others know the room is in use. Be safe and have fun!” He flicked a grin to the pair and sent them on their way, Catherine giggling all the way while holding on tight to vial.
The room was dim and well maintained. A large comfortable bed and a set of drawers filled with standard arrays of toys and restraints with more available upon request, soft furniture and bars mounted to the walls for things to be attached to. If one wasn’t sure what they were looking at, and didn’t open the drawers, it would look very much like a simple hotel room. Oord plopped down onto a chair, their thighs spreading out as the weight compressed downward, and they leaned over to take Catherine’s hand.
“Want some help injecting?”
Catherine hesitated for just a moment, “W-What should I expect? Does it, does it hurt? Is there a chance it’s permanent? I-I don’t think I wanna be a cow forever b-but uh…”
Oord pulled her onto their lap, a clear bulge in their bottoms pressing up against the one in Catherine’s shorts. “It’s perfectly safe, trust me.” They kissed her again, gently taking the vial from her and pressing the injector cap to her thigh. “Just relax…” Their fangs sunk into her neck just enough not to break skin as they pressed the button on the injector. In an instant the fluid went flowing into Catherine, who let out a long whimpering moan.
“H-How long d-d-does it...nngghhaaa...aa…” Her body felt hot and heavy. Oord put her on her knees in front of them as gently as they could and simply watched with an amused and aroused look on their face.
“Whats...o...oh...a..aaahhngg...mmnnnggff…” Her words slurred together and became incoherent moans as the pressure in her chest began to swell. Oord leaned down and planted another kiss on her lips before tugging her top up to let her tits flop out. She was beginning to sweat, and with each breath she swore she could feel them getting heavier. “A..hh..hhhaaa~.” In what felt like an instant her tits swelled and sloshed forward, heavy with milk and a heat that crawled its way back and down her spine. The pressure reemerged around her stomach, where it had already begun to swell and bulge out over her shorts. She pushed them down in a desperate attempt to position herself better and ended up simply falling to her hands and knees as a set of heavy udders jiggled and wobbled with each shudder of her body. “O..Oord I-I..I feel...nnggh…” Then came a cacophony of small but painless cracks as her bones were rearranged by the mutagen. Her hands reformed into three-fingered hoof-like appendages along with her feet in a similar manner. A tail sprouted from just above her ass and grew a thick tuft of brown fur on the end as it swished back and forth in unfettered ecstasy. Her tits felt heavier and heavier, almost touching the floor as her nipples became enlarged and more udder like. Along with the actual udders now hanging just above her twitching cock they began to lightly leak droplets of milk onto the sleek floor of the room.
“That’s a good girl.~” Oord said, reaching down to pat her head which she now realized had sprouted a set of dark brown horns through her thick curly hair. “M..mm..hh..mmnnhggff…” She looked off the side where a mirror stood across from her. She didn’t recognize the form she saw. Where once was a simple fat trans woman now knelt a perverted hybrid of a cow and a woman that desperately wanted to be fucked. She looked up to Oord, tongue hanging out of her mouth, “P...Please...I-I...d..do something to m-me...please...u-use me...M-Milk me...please Oord a..aahhnn..~” She sat back a bit and raised her eyes to look up at them, tits hanging and sloshing as she did. “Th-This f..feels a..amazing I..I need it so bad...please...~” She begged again and again, watching the grin on their face grow wider and wider. “As long as you moo for me like a good cow.~” Oord snickered, and pushed off their bottoms to reveal a curled tendril-like appendage that unfurled as the fabric slid off of it. They aimed it at Catherine’s salivating lips, stroking it a few times and letting the four testicle-like things that hung to either side breath a bit from where they had been tucked to fit within the tight clothing. “Go on, be a good girl.~” They took hold of one of Catherine’s horns and pressed the tip to her tongue. The taste was unlike anything she could describe. As she brought the writhing length further and further into her mouth and throat she could feel it twist and wriggle to get further down.
Oord moaned, a deep guttural sound that emanated from deep in their throat. “There you go...~” They stroked her hair and began to thrust back and forth as Catherine’s heavy tits swayed back and forth, sloshing with milk and begging to be touched. Her words melted into moans as Oord’s cock writhed and bulged in her throat. She could feel it expand and contract in pleasured pulses as her tongue intermingled with it. The heat in her body intensified, the milk from her udders streaming for a moment before reducing back to a trickle. She tried to beg, but no words could be formed while Oord’s waist sat firmly pressed against her nose. “M..Mmggnnff...Mmmmm...Mmmmph!...~” “Shhh… Cows don’t talk.~ Just be a good girl for me, okay?~” Oord crooned and continued fucking her throat to their heart’s desire. Her eyes rolled back a bit, she wanted more. She wanted them to milk her, to release the pressure somehow, to fuck her until she mooed loud enough for the attendant to hear outside, but her duty was to let Oord use her how they saw fit. And she was set on being a good cow.
After some time Oord let out a hissing moan and pulled out, a thin string of pinkish liquid trailing from their cock to Catherine’s lips. “That’s a good girl.~ I think you’ve earned some relief. Let me see what I can do about these...~” Oord knelt down with a snicker and grabbed onto her nipples. They were oversized and matched the udders she had below now, dripping with small white droplets of milk. “Be a good girl and sit up for me.” Oord commanded gently, and Catherine obeyed. Sitting back and taking care not to crush her new tail, she let her udders slosh onto the floor as they hung off of her, her tits hanging clear down to her stomach now. Oord grabbed her right nipple firmly and squeezed lightly. As she did a stream of milk trickled down onto Catherine’s thighs and she moaned in a lowing tone. “Good cow.~” They crooned again, beginning to stroke and squeeze more of the thick white milk out onto the floor. Before long they latched onto her left nipple with their mouth, sucking harshly to tease out as much milk as they could while Catherine’s head fell back in disbelief. “M..Mmmm..mm!…” Oord pulled away, moving their left hand down to grab onto one of the udders and milk it from below. “Go ahead.~ Moo for me.~” Catherine’s face flustered, but the overwhelming pleasure she felt in her new body overtook any desire she may have had to fight the command.
“M-M...Moooo.~” She let out a lowing moan that sounded much more intensely like an actual cow than she expected. Her mind swam in thoughts of pure and heightened pleasure mixed with the sheer impossibility of what was happening. Oord’s grips on her udders tightened and sent a vast amount of milk sloshing out onto the floor. “Good girl!~ Again!~” “M-Moooo!~” Catherine lowed, unable to stop herself from complying. Oord tugged and sucked faster and harder as she did, drinking down whatever came out into their mouth and letting their stomach expand with each gulping swallow. When they finally pulled away their belly was swollen and wobbled as they stood in the shallow puddle of fresh milk that the two now sat and stood in. “What a good cow you are!~ Why don’t you get up onto the bed so I can give you something else?~” They grabbed one of her horns and forcefully aimed her at face at the bed. Catherine struggled to stand, her body had become too plump and weak from the tensing to walk, so she simply crawled over and hauled herself up onto the mattress. Once on position again she looked at Oord with the docile and lustful eyes of livestock ready to be bred.
“Now that’s an eager face if I’ve ever seen one.~” Oord mused, running a finger under her chin. “How about I put a calf or two in you?~” Catherine regained some of her impulse, eyes widening and mouth drooling at the comment. Her fat perverted body quaked and wobbled with delight at the notion, answering with a happy and affirmative: “M-Mooooooo!~” Oord took their position behind Catherine, grabbing onto her ass and giving it a few smacks for good measure. Each time their hand made contact it sent ripples up the delicious fat of her thighs and back, shaking her tits and udders with each application of force. “I never thought it would be this fun to be on the other end of all this.~ You make suuuch a cute cow, Catherine.~” Catherine blushed and pushed herself back some to grind against Oord’s cock. Biting their lip they laughed some, retrieving a small tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer. “Easy girl! Let me lube you up first...~” They let the lube drip down around the base of her tail and in between the eagerly quivering cheeks of her ass, using their thumb to rub it in a little bit before applying some to their own cock and stroking it to coat it evenly.
“There we go.~ Now lets breed you niiiiice and hard.~” They tightened their grip on her ass, moving one hand to the base of her tail and firmly pushing into her as easy as they could. “S-Starscrap you’re t-tight…” When they’d pushed all the way to the base Catherine was whimpering and trying to push herself back more. She let out a pleased and begging “Moooo!~” Oord, drooling a bit themself now, gave her ass another smack before using her tail as a handle to thrust back and forth while letting their cock writhe and expand inside of her. Her moans and lowing grew louder and louder until her arms collapsed from pleasured tensing and she bit down on the mattress itself to exert more of the energy she could feel pulsing throughout her perverted form. “M-Mooo-re!~ M-M-Mooooooo-re O-Ooooord p-please!~” She begged and whined as Oord slammed into her again and again filling her ass with pump after pump of thick alien cum. Eventually Oord reached down past her now further distended and swollen belly to grab one of her udders and milk her further as they continued to plow into her. After nearly an hour of continued breeding and milking the two collapsed onto the partially soaked mattress, Catherine quivering and whimpering under her strained breaths and Oord panting and utterly dehydrated.
A knock at the door got Oord’s attention, and they stood, cock stull dripping and top covered in milk and cum, and opened the door to see who it was. Doctor Fel let out a slight “Oh, dear!” before looking off to the side. “I see you two are finished! Is she, well, able to speak?” Oord looked back at the exhausted cow woman, still quivering and mooing softly as she sat back against the wall the bed was placed along, tits still leaking and udders wobbling as she lightly milked herself in a pleasure addled state. “She’ll be back to normal in another block unit, everything alright with her tests?” Fel looked a bit jealous staring at Catherine’s hybrid cow state of constant pleasure and arousal, but shook her woolly head a bit and returned to the conversation at hand. “Yes! And I believe I’ve found the correct strength and mixture of mutagen to give her. When she’s, back to herself, of course.” Oord snickered. “I have a feeling she’ll want more of the azure stuff too, mind sending an order to her dwelling unit whenever you find out where it is? I definitely plan on playing cow with her again.~” Fel chuckled. “Sure thing, dear.”
Later the next day, Catherine stopped in to visit Oord and pick up some specially ordered items she’d put in for after their little bout of play, along with an entire new wardrobe. “Catherine! I have your garments here!” Oord patted a sleek looking container that read “order: Catherine B.” in shifting text. Catherine grinned and nodded. “Thanks a ton, Oord. And uh...did you have the uh...the other things?” “Of cooourse I do!” Oord retorted with a snide grin. They slid a smaller container across the counter, it contained a clip-on septum ring and a leather choker with a small cowbell affixed to the front. Catherine’s tail, a leftover effect along with the horns, swayed happily behind her. “Th-Thank you.” She said, plucking them up and putting them on immediately. “Wanna go grab lunch? I wanna see what kind of food they have over in the green district.” Oord bounced, their breasts wobbling in the set of overalls they had on that day. “Yes! Let me send these ahead to your residence along with a little shipment of your aych-ahr-tie that Doctor Fel sent me!.” Oor’d slid the box onto a small awaiting carrier droid and sent on on its way. Catherine, knowing full well what else was in the container, flustered a bit as she pictured how she would look in her new bell and ring out in a pasture somewhere, Oord leading her around like a ranch hand.