The parking lot was dark, which I was very thankful for. Kate’s breasts were unbelievably huge. Bigger than any silicone stripper I had ever seen, and naked to boot.
“Wait here a sec.” I said, pulling my keys out of the ignition. Jumping out of the car, I hurried up to my door. I unlocked the deadbolt and turned to Kate, still in the car. Glancing around quickly, the coast was clear. I motioned for her to make a break for it.
Kate opened the car door and swung her coat-covered, beach ball-sized milk jugs out and pulled herself up to a standing position. Clutching the coat to her throat so it covered her mounds, she shut the car door and scurried across the parking lot and up the stairs to my apartment.
The both of us safely inside, I snapped the deadbolt in place and searched for the light switch.
“Welcome to my place.” I said, turning on the light. My single bedroom apartment was large, but spartan. Being a bachelor, I didn’t have a lot of use for decorations and knick-knacks. Thankfully the place was cleaned recently.
I spun around to show her the place with a quick tour, but she had dropped her coat onto one of my dining chairs and stood, bare-chested, glancing around at the place.
“Very nice!” she said. “This is kind of like my apartment that I stay at when I need a break from the farm.” She was completely unabashed about her prodigious and bare chest. She moved around the living room, checking out my DVDs, my computer desk, my aquarium.
I was entranced by her movements. I hadn’t really watched her walk before, but she seemed to saunter in the most remarkably feminine manner I could imagine. Her loose dress has fallen down so that it resembled only a short skirt, leaving her bosom free to bounce and shake as she moved about.
“Well,” she turned to me, breaking my trance, “I promised you a show. Come sit over her.” She grabbed the end of my futon couch and spun it about to face the center of the living room. Her strength was remarkable to move such a heavy object.
I plopped down on the edge of the couch, eager to see her ‘perform’.
She stripped quickly while standing there, wasting no time undressing. Apparently, that was not ‘the show’. She kicked off her high heels and turned back to face me.
“Now,” she began, “we should have enough room to do this. I don’t think I’ll break anything.” She glanced around quickly. “Okay, I was telling you about the various forms of the Tauros. Basically there are five forms. Form number one,” she gestured at herself, “is human. Or we call it Homid. It’s your basic, everyday, super-busty supermodel.” She broke out in a wide grin, winking at me. “If my breasts weren't in need of milking, I’d look pretty normal, anyway. Big, but believable.”
“The second form is called the Labrix. Basically it looks a lot like Homid in shape, but we become covered in fur and have tails and such, let me show you. But don’t freak out. This is going to be a bit weird.”
With that, she closed her eyes and concentrated. I saw her grow then. She must have gained over a foot in height to stand an impressive 7 feet tall. A pair of bulges appeared on her stomach, just above her bikini line, and began to swell. The bulges drooped and ballooned out, forming a pair of udders, roughly the same size as her inflated breasts. Her breasts changed as well. Three other nipples grew from each and elongated until she had 4 large teats on each boob. Each teat was almost as large as my cock. Her feet grew and became split hooves, resembling a large cow hoof, about the size of a salad plate. Her skin be came furry and spotted, much like a dairy cow, with a red/brown and white blotchy pattern. I adored it. Small black horns grew from her head, pointed backwards slightly. Her ears grew as well, becoming large and floppy, like great big cow ears. Swishing just above the floor behind her was a cow tail, with a large tuft of red fur on the end of it.
She stood there for a moment, allowing me to take it in. I sat there motionless, my mouth agape at the spectacle before me. She moved around a little bit, taking a ‘test walk’ like you do when you try on new shoes. She swished her tail up and ‘waved’ at me with it. After several long moments, I was still speechless.
“Well?” She asked, obviously wondering if I had had a stroke.
“Oh my God.” I said softly. “You’re the most... beautiful thing... I’ve ever seen!” I couldn’t believe my eyes. A ravishing beauty of a woman became a towering amazon with toned muscles and great balloons of flesh on her chest. The udders resting against her legs, matched the two on her chest perfectly. All four of her udders hung like great balloons on her chest.
She giggled at that and blushed a bit. “I was worried you might not like your fantasy when it was actually in front of you.” She spun around again, swinging her udders out to flop back down and jiggle.
“Like I said, this is the Labrix form. It’s a fairly comfortable form for Tauros. It allows us to carry more milk, without being too large to get into human sized spaces.”
“The next form is the Minos form. Now you have to promise me you won’t freak out, okay?” She looked me in the eye, and I nodded. “It can seem a little weird when you first see it, but I promise I won’t hurt you at all. Just don’t scream and make noise, otherwise your neighbors might grow suspicious.”
She closed her eyes again, concentrating. Again her body grew, this time close to another 2 feet in height. Her head brushed the 9 foot ceiling of my apartment. As I watched, her face began to elongate, stretching into a muzzle. Her head reshaped itself into a large, cow head, complete with full sized horns.
Her body mass must have tripled, she became a hulking beast with massive football shoulders and broad, muscled arms. Her fur became shaggier and thicker as well. Her legs gained definition, resembling an Olympic lifter’s legs. Her dainty waist, however, remained small, which accentuated her feminine curves even as a towering beast. Her udders shrunk down a bit, but two new pair of udders developed and grew to the same size. At the end of her growth, she had eight full blown udders in four rows of two running the length of her chest and abdomen. They were swollen and mostly obscured any view of her chest and feminine curves.
She waited for me to panic, but I didn’t. I just sat there, taking it all in, my jaw slack. Truth be told, I was in heaven. She did ‘the walk’ again, and even in this massive size as she tried to gently clomp around my living room, I could still see her provocative sway.
Her body was massive. It resembled nothing so much as a legendary minotaur... well, one with eight massive udders. The udders were sensational as well. Each one was like a rubbery beach ball, bouncing and colliding with its neighbors as they fought for space on her chest.
“This is the Minos form.” She said, this time in a deeper baritone voice. It was amazing to see a cow’s face form words and language. Her voice was indeed lower, but still remarkably soft and gentle.
“This form is seldom used by the Tauros. In the other shape-changing breeds, the Minos form might be considered the ‘combat’ form. But in our case, we don’t have much use for it. It helps when we need to move really heavy things, but mostly, it is too bulky to use much.”
She spun about again, shaking her udders at me, jumping slightly so they bounced seductively. I noticed her hands had changed as well. Her four slender fingers had merged into two large, fat ones. They looked like the Vulcan symbol that Spock does on Star Trek. They seemed a bit odd, but I didn’t mind, considering the rest of her body.
“I take it you like what you see so far?” She asked.
“Very... very... very much.” I couldn’t emphasis it enough.
“Oh, one other thing. This is perhaps the best part about the Minos form.” With no other explanation, she stuck her tongue out. The tongue poured out of her muzzle like thick syrup drooping down an impossible length. Fully 12 inches of tongue stuck out of her mouth and the tongue kept coming. Her pink tongue snaked between her udders, caressing the nipples slightly as it slid to impossible lengths. When the tongue finally stopped, it reached clear to the floor. Seeing over eight feet of supple, prehensile tongue dangle from her muzzled mouth was unbelievably erotic. I couldn’t imagine what I would do with a tongue like that, but it was the most erogenous thing I think I’ve ever seen next to a woman’s chest ballooning up.
She reached out with her long tongue to my face. I was staring at it intently, hovering inches away like a snake. She decided that I wasn’t going to panic and brought the tongue closer, gently stroking the side of my face with it. She rubbed it up to my forehead, gently tousling my hair.
Slowly the tongue retreated, and I was sad to watch it go. It spooled in reverse up onto her mouth, like a moray eel backing into its hiding spot. Soon enough it was gone, stowed away once more inside her mouth and throat.
“Well,” she said in her baritone. “I’m glad you enjoyed that.”
“It was... beautiful, Kate.” I told her. “I’m so glad you’ve shown me these things. Even if it means I might be marked for death.” I was serious. If assassins broke in at that point and killed me for seeing all of this, I would have died happy.
“Like I said, the Minos form isn’t much use to us... but the tongue sure is fun to play with.” She smiled in an odd fashion, winking at me. It was strange to see her cow-like face smile, but I could still somehow recognize her features enough to see her beautiful face. “Thankfully we have it, though. When you’re a big nine foot cow, your hands aren’t as useful as they are when they’re smaller. The tongue helps us to maneuver things, like doorknobs or things like that. Some of us are so good at using it, they can pick up coins off a floor.” I smiled at that, imagining a fleshy snake of a tongue picking things up and wondering if I’d ever get to see that happen.
“The next form is Taurid. Basically, this form is like a cow version of a centaur. You know what those are, right?”
“Of course, how can you not know what a centaur is?” I asked.
“Just checking.” She waived her giant arms up defensively and shrugged slightly. It was almost comical to see her do it. A giant beast towering 9 feet tall and outweighing me by god knows how many times, getting defensive. I smiled at the gesture.
“Anyway, this cow-taur is called the Taurid and we use it when we’re really full of milk. As you will see, the Taurid has a few more... attachments... than your typical centaur.”
With that, she stepped back a couple paces and gently dropped down to her hands and knees. Closing her eyes, she changed again. This time her upper body shrunk while her butt widened and grew. Her torso lengthened and stretched until it was twice as long as it once was. Nudging the pairs of udders aside, I saw two stout legs form and extend from the middle of her torso. Soon they reached the floor and began to lengthen, pushing her back upwards. Her hands left the floor as she flexed her back upwards and suddenly she was standing on four, cloven-hoofed legs.
Her body continued to gain mass, filling out substantially in the cow portion, while her upper torso remained a minotaur-looking muscle mass. Her lower body had become a full blown cow, and her upper body joined at the waist to the neckline of the cow-like lower portion. The udders on her chest shifted as yet another pair grew in underneath them, resting atop her forelegs. Another pair grew in between her hind legs, shoving her four dangling udders forwards under the weight. Her face had retained its muzzle, looking like it did in Minos form.
She stood there, gently patting her massive orbs, as I took it all in. There were a dozen in all. Three pair graced her torso and front, and another three pair swung and bounced below her, between her fore and hind legs.
She turned about slowly, shuffling with her four hooves, being careful not to make too much noise for the apartment dwellers below. I drank in the sight. Her body was absolutely burgeoning with breasts, like the secret desire I had described. She was laden with them everywhere, it was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
“Well, what do you think?” She asked in her deep voice, throwing her hands up and shrugging slightly.
“I think... you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever imagined.” I replied honestly.
“Thank you.” She said, with a slight blush. “This is the Taurid form. It’s basically what we call the milk tank. When our bodies produce milk, our udders stretch to contain it, but sometimes we produce too much milk. When this happens we lactate involuntarily, until the pressure in our breasts is relieved enough. To avoid losing this precious milk, we often take the Taurid form, which has, as you can see, lots and lots of storage.” She patted the sides of her upper udders.
The beauty of them still astonished me. They quivered there, so full-looking and jiggly. Each of them covered with four long teats, much like a cow’s normal udder. I was totally, madly, deeply in love with this creature.
“The fifth form is the Bovine. It’s really quite simple. It’s a cow. Just like Homid is a human form, Bovine looks like a cow. Not much to it, really. I won’t show you that form, I’m sure you know a cow when you see one.” She giggled. “Plus I’m not able to speak while in Bovine form.”
She stood there a few more moments, allowing me to inspect her body.
“So!” She said quickly, like an announcer calling the end of the match. “That’s what a werecow looks like.” She said, again throwing her hands up like a model on The Price is Right. “Any questions?”
“Just one.” I replied. “Can you get bigger for me?”
“For that,” she said, “I need your help.”