She laughed at my reply. “Not that kind of catch, more of a... curse.” She bit her lower lip and looked up from her hands to my eyes.
I wasn’t sure how to answer. Was she the devil or something? Would I be trading my soul? I wasn’t a religious man, but hey, I guess anything is possible.
“Are you a vampire or something? Am I about to die and become a meal?” I jokingly asked, but really only half joking. “Because if so, I’d be a nice way to go. To become a meal for a beautiful inflatable-breasted woman. In fact, I can’t think of a better way, really.”
She blushed a bit and giggled. “No, not that kind of curse.” She smiled at me. “But I am supernatural.”
“That I already know for a fact.”
“I take it you enjoyed my display?” She asked.
“Are you kidding? That was the greatest moment of my life right back there. If I die right now, I will certainly consider myself to be the luckiest man ever.” I smiled broadly, like a little kid. Turing to face the windshield I stared through it, not really looking at anything.
I couldn’t believe my luck. I’ve never felt this comfortable and honest with anyone in my life. These were secrets I held for over 27 years, never admitting them to anyone. Yet here was the woman of my dreams. And not just figuratively. I felt I could tell her anything, anything at all, and it would be OK. I wondered if that was love? Sensual love, like between yourself and a spouse. It sure felt like it. I had known her only a few short minutes, and I was in love.
“I’ve never told anyone this...” I began, “but I have an extreme fetish.” I paused a moment. “I love... big boobs. But not just big boobs, I mean giant boobs. Boobs so big, the woman can’t even reach around them to touch her fingers together. Boobs so big she can barely reach her own nipples.” I held my arms out in front of me, above the steering wheel, pretending to be reaching around a giant set of breasts, as if carrying a humongous load of laundry.
“But it’s not just huge boobs.” I continued. “But the idea,” I said, “the idea of boobs growing bigger. Swelling, inflating, ballooning to obscene proportions. Like a pair of beach balls being blown up under a shirt.”
There... I had said it... Out loud... To another living human being.
“I think it’s called and inflation fetish, or inflationism, or something like that. But what’s even crazier, I sometimes fantasize about the idea of a woman’s belly inflating too. Much bigger than a beach ball though. More like a large tent. So large she can’t walk. All she can do is rest atop her bloated belly, like a giant air mattress.”
Suddenly she was a priest, and I was a death-row inmate, on my way to the chair, making final confessions to God. Still staring out the window, I continued. “And sometimes, I fantasize about multiple sets of boobs on the same woman. Like an animal or something. Three or four rows of giant breasts running the length of her torso, from neck to crotch... nothing but tits. And maybe even on her back too, as if she were a collection of boobs, all sprouting from her torso, like a bunch of grapes. Obscuring all but her arms, legs, and head poking out.” I couldn’t believe I had said that to her, but I no longer cared. It had been bottled up inside of me since I first started masturbating, and now another soul knew... and it felt wonderful.
“Wow.” She stated. “Anything else?” She asked in a half-joking tone, a smile on her face.
“Do you like werewolf movies?” I asked, throwing my head to the side to look at her.
“What?” She scoffed. “Where did that come from? Yes, I do, but why?”
“I love werewolf movies. And vampire movies. And any movie concerning a mortal human being becoming something supernatural. Something more than normal.” I continued gazing out the front window. “The animal transformation is particularly intriguing to me as well. Not like becoming a wolf.” I continued. “I mean like the mythical beast-man. A hulking, savage creature, with claws, fur, and fangs. Do you know of the old video game Altered Beast?”
“I guess not.” She replied. “I’ve never really played a video game.”
“I wouldn’t imagine that you have. It seems that most girls don’t care for such things. But anyway, the game was simple, you’re a human and you walk around beating up zombies and alien creatures, but as you do, you gain power-ups which transform you into savage beast-man creatures. Half man, half wolf. Or half man, half dragon. Etc. The execution of the game was horrible, but the idea stuck in my mind.”
I paused a moment. “The point of my story is, I sometimes fantasize about that as well; about being able to transform into those beast-like creatures. I guess that’s not really a sexual fantasy of mine, but just a fantasy I have.”
She paused, waiting for me to continue, perhaps, but I was done speaking. I had made an ass of myself in front of this wonderful, gorgeous woman, but it felt so good to have finally told someone.
“Interesting.” She answered.
“I guess I’m telling you all of this, because when you mentioned that it was possible... just merely possible... to become a living goddess such as yourself, it played into nearly every fantasy I have. I’d kill to fulfill that dream.” I turned to her again and looked her right in the eye. “So what insignificant curse are you talking about?”
She turned away from me and glanced around the parking lot, looking for something. Witnesses, perhaps. “I can’t tell you,” she started, “I have to show you.” She turned back and looked at me. “But I can’t show you here. Start up the car and lets drive.”
I started the car and quickly turned down the radio, which had been left blaring. It was a 80’s pop song playing. “Sorry.” I said, reaching over and turning the volume down.
“Ohh...” She said in a dejected manner, “I love 80s rock.” She sounded almost pouty.
Hope returning, I turned up the radio a bit, so it could be heard, but low enough to talk over. “Cool.” I pulled up to the exit of the parking lot, not having a clue where to go. “So where are we going?”
“Umm, let’s go to your place. My sisters are probably around at my place.” She said.
“Oh.” I wondered what her family life must be like. “How many sisters do you have?”
“Oh, they’re not really my sisters, exactly.” She said. “It’s more of a sorority.”
I eyed her speculatively. “Is it an inflatable breast sorority?” I had to ask.
Looking at me with bedroom eyes, she said “Why yes... it is.” She smiled broadly, her glossy lips shimmering in the gloom. “My name’s Kate, by the way.” She extended her hand to shake mine.”
“Wow,” I said, reaching over to shake. “Jumping into a stranger’s car, a perverted stranger’s car, without even knowing his name. Louis.” I said, with a smile. “Absolutely phenomenal to meet you, Kate.”
“Well,” she said, “I’m not exactly the defenseless girl you think I am.” She winked at me then.
“I can imagine.”
“How far away is your place?” She asked.
“Oh, about twenty minutes?”
“Plenty of time.” She said, adjusting the knobs of my car’s vents. “I guess I should tell you what I am.” She fell back into the passenger seat, apparently happy with the new fan settings.
“I am... for all intensive purposes... a werecow. It’s the simplest term I can give you. We call ourselves Tauros, but basically, that’s what I am... a werecow.”
“For real?” I asked, not truly believing her.
“For real.” She said. With that, she took a deep breath and bit down slightly on her bottom lip, apparently straining somehow. Then I saw it again, her chest moved.
Again it was happening, the greatest sight I had ever seen, and I got to see it again. Her already massive melons were swelling before my eyes. With a slight rubbery stretching sound, I saw her breasts push out her dress, spilling even further over the top of the latex fabric. The dress creaked and groaned under the strain, but she didn’t stop. Leaning forward slightly, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. The resulting slack in the fabric eased the strain on her breasts as they continued to fill and expand.
Soon they passed the size of basketballs, her rosy nipples peeking over the edge of her slack dress. She pulled her coat back a bit, allowing me to witness the beauty of her swelling chest. Even further they ballooned, reaching the size of beach balls before they stopped.
Suddenly the sound of the highway rumble-strip under my tires forced my concentration back to the road. I quickly corrected my course and continued to steal glances back at her massive rack.
They were massive. Completely filling her lap as they sat there. They jiggled slightly over the bumps in the road. Her pert nipples looked small on the ends of those zeppelins. She rubbed her small hands along the sides of them, gently caressing their bulk.
“Oh my God.” I said, my breath barely making a whisper.
“Yep,” she said, “for real... a werecow.” She relaxed back in the seat again, her breasts rolling back in her lap a bit. “Mmmm, sure feels good to have relieved that pressure.” I had not a clue what she was talking about, but I didn’t care.
“So,” she continued, “now that you believe me. I can tell you a bit about myself.” She said. “The sorority I belong to is a sisterhood of werecows. Actually it’s more of a dairy farm and we’re the livestock. We exist and make a living by producing milk to sell to vendors. Big names, like Borden’s and Kraft. There’s a ‘herd’ of us living there, enjoying life and making milk. In fact, that’s what I’m full of right now.”
“You see, throughout the day, a werecow, or Tauros, produces milk which she stores in her breasts. At the end of the day, we milk it out and sell it off.” She continued rubbing her breasts a bit, squeezing them slightly.
My mouth was completely dry. I licked my lips and asked with a rasp, “How big can you get?”
“Ahh,” she said with a smile, “very big. Very big indeed.” She paused, looking for a way to explain. “Basically our bodies produce milk at a steady rate, but if we don’t milk ourselves, we can blow up to obscene proportions. Some of us produce hundreds of gallons a day.”
“Can you... transform?” I asked.
“Oh, yep.” She nodded, sending waves of movement through her chest. “We can turn into a couple of different forms. I don’t dare try to show you here, but I think I can demonstrate once we reach your place. I just hope I can get inside without being seen.”
I realized her dilemma. “It should be dark enough, and my apartment has a door to the outside. I don’t think you’ll be noticed.”
“Good.” she breathed a sigh of relief. “I can use magic to compact the girls back down, but it takes a lot of effort to do it.” She leaned forward for a moment and struggled to shake off her coat. Pulling out from behind her, she laid it over her breasts, apparently intending to use it as a screen to conceal her assets.
“So you said you could turn me into a woman. I take it you use magic to do that?” I asked.
“Oh, no...” she said. “And actually I only stated that it was possible to change you into a woman, not that I could.” My heart sunk a bit. “Magic is less permanent than that. I could only make you look like a girl or something, and only for a short while. But what I meant by being possible is rather more complicated.”
“You see, at the farm where I live, we have Tauros, and non-Tauros. The non-Tauros are called kinfolk. Basically, they’re humans who share our genes, but don’t have the trait of being a full-blooded werecow. When a Tauros mates with a human, or a cow since we can change into cows too, we can become pregnant. Babies that are born Tauros usually end up joining the herd, but babies that are not Tauros become kinfolk.”
“Kinfolk are basically humans, or even cows, who are for all purposes normal, but still carry the Tauros genes. I revealed to you all of this because I believe that you are a kinfolk... at least. All Tauros share the same passions that you described, especially the swelling breasts, as well as all kinfolk. Now my hope is, that you are actually an unawakened Tauros.”
“Unawakened?” I asked.
“Yes, undeveloped.” She continued. “Basically, all Tauros require a sensual experience in order to trigger their first change. Generally this experience is losing their virginity, which, I’m guessing, you’ve never done.”
I felt my face go flush with heat. I was blushing, big time. “You would be correct.” Oh well, she knew every other aspect of my sexuality, why not that?
“Good.” She said. “So what I propose we do, is finally expose you to the world of sexual intercourse. You aren’t impotent, are you?”
“No!” I said in a hurry. “No, the boys work just fine. But... what if you get pregnant?” I asked, worry creeping into my voice.
“Don’t worry about that, I can guarantee you won’t get me pregnant.”
“So what happens if I am a Tauros?”
“Well, what usually happens is the budding Tauros undergoes her first change. Your body would react and transform into one of the various forms, most likely the Labrix. I’ll show you what that is in a little bit.”
“So I’ll turn into a girl?”
“No... well, probably not, but maybe.” She said. “My hope is that you’ll transform into a Tauros. There is a slight possibility that you’ll also turn female. It’s common for the First Change to alter the sex of the new Tauros, but it’s not guaranteed.”
I was a bit disappointed. I wanted more than anything to be a woman, or at least female. I hated being a man.
“Assuming it happens.” I said.
“Yes,” her expression dropped. “Assuming it happens. If it doesn’t happen, you’ll still have a very good time... I promise. From what you’re describing as a fantasy, though, I have every inclination to believe that it will happen.” She reached over and rubbed my leg then. God I had never been so hard in my life as I was right then.
“So... If it doesn’t happen, can I come visit your farm anyway and be a kinfolk? I can’t think of a more accurate description of heaven than what you’re talking about with the dairy and sorority of balloon breasted women.”
“Well...” she pandered, “what I’m doing now isn’t exactly legal.” I looked over at her quizzically. “The ‘sorority’ doesn’t really know that I’m doing this. In fact, if they found out what I told you, they’d most likely want you dead... and I’d most certainly be in a lot of trouble.”
“So why did you get involved? Why me? Why did you do it?” I almost panicked. I certainly didn’t want to be killed. Now that I was marked for death by a society I had never heard of before, I was definitely worried.
“I read your aura. I saw your inner most fantasies laid bare. I saw everything you desired and recognized you for what you are.” She said. “Basically, I knew it the moment I looked at you.”
“What? You knew it?” I asked. “How? I’ve never told anyone. Ever.”
“It doesn’t matter right now.” She said simply. “Tauros are magical creatures. They’re tied to the spirit world, and being so, they can perform magic.”
I sat in silence, digesting what she had just said.
She giggled, slightly and smiled. “Besides... I thought you were cute. Hehe. I just wanted a good night of action, but after your interesting tale of sexual frustration and fantasy, I knew you were the real deal. You sounded just as if I were talking to another Tauros, or a kinfolk.”
“Knowing what I know about the society, if I had brought you to them, they would have debated and ultimately decided that it wasn’t worth the risk to try and induct you into the herd. Basically I took a chance, but you have to know that it’s not on a whim that I endanger your life. You see, the Tauros are a secretive race... even from each other. Beyond our herd, we’re not sure if any more of us exist. We live in almost total isolation. Finding you was like... finding a living dinosaur. If you truly are a Tauros, you’ll be the first Tauros to be known to exist outside of our tribe in over 200 years.”
“I see.”
I was worried. What if I wasn’t a Tauros? What if I was just some perverted dude and she endangered my life, and probably her own, for nothing. Oh well, it was too late. Just had to proceed and hope for the best. I pulled up to my apartment and parked the car.
“Well... here we are.”