We tore into the pizzas like ravenous animals. Within a couple minutes, the first was gone and we were starting into the second. I couldn’t believe how hungry I was. I had devoured half a pizza and I didn’t even feel full. In fact, I still felt hungry.
We both hardly said anything as we ate. Before I knew it, we had piled up eleven empty pizza boxes and began working on the last one. I half expected my belly to explode at any moment. I had eaten six large pizzas by my self, a task I didn’t know was possible. By the fourth piece of the last pizza, I still felt no more full than when I had started eating. We sat in silence, chewing our last pieces of pizza and glancing at each other. Kate cracked a wicked grin at me as we enjoyed the last of our meal.
“Wow!” I said. “I’ve never been that hungry in my life.”
“That’s a Tauros metabolism for you.” Kate said, taking another bite. She continued speaking with her mouth full, “We need to eat in order to produce milk. I usually eat about ten pounds a day. But if you don’t want to make milk, you can usually get away with about two.” She paused and swallowed. “It varies with each of us, however, and how good our bodies are at producing milk. Most of us eat between 2 and 20 pounds of food a day. Usually we just kind of cram it all in one go, like we did just now. That way we don’t have to eat every hour on the hour.”
Twenty pounds a day! I couldn’t believe what I had heard. I had always been one to eat only twice, maybe three times a day. I wasn’t much of a breakfast person, but I had a feeling that was going to change. I still didn’t feel full, though. I knew my stomach was full, but every time I ate another piece, it seemed to go somewhere else.
“What’s more,” Kate said licking her fingers, “Tauros have what’s called a larder. Well, the girls do anyway. Basically, we can store food in our bodies to be digested throughout the day. You've heard how cow’s have 4 stomachs, right?”
“Umm, yeah, I think I heard that somewhere.” I said.
“Well, actually... they don’t. They’re ruminants, which is basically a fancy word for a creature with multiple compartments to their stomachs. Deer, elk, camels... pretty much any hoofed animal like that has these special multiple compartments to their stomachs. This allows them to eat hard to digest foods like grass.”
“When a ruminant eats something, it goes to the first stomach and begins to churn into cud. Tauros are ruminants too, but not in the traditional way. We have the larder. It’s pretty much a big storage place in our butts. When we eat, all of our food can cram into our larders and churn into cud. Later, our cud regurgitates to the stomach to be digested. That way we don’t have to pig out at every meal. We can store up our food for several days.”
“We store food in our butts?” I asked. My hands rubbed over the soft curves of my ass. It indeed felt a bit larger than it did before. Slightly swollen by something.
“Exactly. How much, depends on the Tauros and how well our bodies are adapted to it. You, for instance, might not be able to store as much until your body learns to adapt. You might only be able to hold about 50 pounds or so in your larder. You’re pretty big, even for a new Tauros, so maybe more.”
“Fifty pounds?!” I said. “I can hold fifty pounds of food in my ass?!”
“Well... yep.” She said with a smile. “I can hold about one hundred and fifty.”
“But with 50 pounds of... cud... in my butt, won’t I appear really weird? That can’t look natural, can it? My butt would be huge with another 50 pounds!” I said.
“You’re right. It would indeed look unnatural.” Kate said. “That’s why I didn’t get you more to eat. That should hold you for the day, until I can teach you a trick about holding your cud in. There are tricks that we Tauros can use to blend in with humans. One of them is called ‘Hiding Cud’. I’ll teach you that later.”
We finished our pizza and tossed the last box on the pile. “I need something to drink.” I said, standing to head to the fridge. My butt indeed felt large and round behind me, knocking me off balance slightly. I wasn’t yet used to my feminine body with my swaying hips and jiggling chest. I looked down at my waist and noticed my hips flared out further than I remembered. I had just the tiniest amount of ghetto booty going on. Never having been one for butts, I found that I loved it.
“Hold up.” Kate said. She licked her fingers and wiped her hands on a paper towel, swallowing her last bite. She stood up then, her gargantuan breasts wobbling on her chest. Her rear looked bigger as well, as if plumped up a bit. I wondered just how much food we had eaten. Perhaps 10 pounds each? She smiled coyly at me and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom.
She spun around and slid back onto the bed in a sexy manner. Propping herself up on her elbows she said, “Come up here. I have an experiment to try.”
I climbed up on the bed, stalking over her like a cat as I slid on top of her. My inner thighs rubbed on her smooth legs as I crept up. She lay down as I progressed, and I climbed up over top of her. I rested there, on her massive balloons, my own seemingly tiny breasts pressing into hers, and our crotches rubbing together lightly as I straddled her. I looked into her eyes and smiled.
I kissed her flesh and we rubbed against each other for a moment. My hands exploring her massive milk-laden balloons. Her hands smoothed across my back and hips. I felt a pull in my crotch. My penis was slowly inflating, drawing itself out of my feminine folds, unfurling itself like a wind-sock in a stiff breeze. In a few moments, it was at full mast, rubbing against Kate’s smooth belly.
“Drink from me.” She said, smiling back.
I understood immediately what she meant and felt eager to oblige. I slid downwards a bit, taking her nipple into my mouth and gently suckling from her. Instantly I was rewarded with a spurt of warm, sweet milk. Again the sensual feeling of bliss ran through me, making me feel almost drunk on her nectar. The liquid splashed down my throat in wonderful gulps. I drank for many long moments, feeling her milk flow into me, until finally my thirst felt quenched.
“Don’t stop.” Kate told me. “Keep going until I’m empty.”
I kept drinking from engorged breasts, gently suckling her pink, button-like nipples. I felt a strange tightness in my chest as I did. Not being able to see while my face was pressed into her massive tit, I brought my hand up to discover my breasts were swelling now. I was somehow transferring her milk to me and pumping it straight into my breasts.
Kate seemed to sense my question. “When a Tauros drinks from another Tauros, she bottles all the milk up into her breasts, just as if she had produced it herself.” Kate gently stroked my hair as I drank. “I wanted to see how big you could get, so I kept most of my milk for you to drink.”
I felt thankful, the milk was exquisite to taste, and the tight fullness in my expanding chest felt sensational. I continued to drink and suckle her, transferring all of her milk to me. I must have drank close to forty gallons already. I pulled my lips away and looked down at myself.
I was absolutely massive. Not as massive as Kate had been, but my breasts were each easily the size of great beach balls, filling my arms as I hugged them. They supported my weight as I lounged on top of Kate. It was a dream come true. My monstrous orbs were swollen in my arms as I cuddled their soft flesh.
“That’s pretty good.” Kate said, looking at my chest. “You’ll stretch and grow as you start producing, becoming able to hold more and more milk in your breasts.” Kate paused, watching me play. “We Tauros have what we call a ‘flood point’. Basically, it’s the point at which your breasts or udders can’t hold anymore milk. When you’re swelling up with milk (either yours or drinking it from another) you eventually reach your flood point based on how many udders your carrying.” I continued to suckle her, listening to her explain. “If you’re in Homid, you can carry twice your flood point... since you have 2 breasts. But in Minos form, you can carry eight times your flood point... since you have eight udders. Get it?”
I pulled my lips away from her tender nipple, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I think so.” I said. “It’s basically the amount of milk I can hold before I explode?”
“Oh, ha ha, no. You won’t explode.” She laughed. “If you have more milk in your system than your flood point will allow, you still swell up to hold it, but you lactate involuntarily, and spray milk out of your nipples.” She smiled at me. “That’s what happened to me earlier. When that happens, we Tauros call it ballooning. It stretches our udders allowing them to slowly grow and hold more milk.” She paused. “Plus it’s really a fun feeling. You can hold it in by concentrating, but it’s kind of uncomfortable after a while. Depending on how much you hold in, it can get strenuous. Kind of like having to go pee.”
“How can I learn to do that?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s easy. You just concentrate on your nipples. Basically it’s like pinching them off in your mind. Your body will to know what to do and will keep your nipples from lactating.” Kate said. She stroked the sides of my bloated breasts.
I patted and shook my swollen breasts, watching their liquid moments as they sloshed and rippled back and forth. The weight wasn’t very heavy on my chest, and I didn’t feel any discomfort. In fact, they felt strangely buoyant, as if they had no weight at all. They jiggled spectacularly, though. “How big do you think I am?” I asked. “Gallon-wise.”
“Oh...” Kate examined my chest for a moment. “I’d say you’re holding about forty gallons right now. I think I only have about 10 gallons left. Here, keep drinking from me until you start leaking, then we’ll know for sure.”
I pushed my breasts down under hers once more and took her nipple into my mouth once more, suckling her milk. I drank and swelled slightly, my breasts growing more spherical as they filled. They started to stiffen, becoming less squishy. My nipples stood on end, swelling up and sticking out slightly. I continued to suckle Kate, drinking in her sweet milk; but before long, her breasts had collapsed back down to their empty size, and the nipple I was suckling ran dry. I rubbed my own, stiff nipples. They seemed ready to burst forth with milk.
“Good.” Kate said, pulling her self up to a kneeling position on the bed next to me. She cradled my breasts in her arms, hefting them and hugging them gently. “Looks like you’re very close to your flood point. You sure are big for a freshly changed Tauros. I'd bet you’re an Ahroun.”
I stopped jiggling my breasts in my hands and looked at her in confusion. “What’s that?”
“An Ahroun is a Tauros who was born under a full moon.” She said. “Shape-changers are very much influenced by the phases of the moon. Our bodies even react to the moon in various ways. One important impact the moon places on us is the phase during our birth. Depending on what the phase of the moon is, a Tauros body will develop in different ways. I’m guessing that you’re an Ahroun, a full moon Tauros, because you’re able to hold so much milk. Ahrouns are usually able to get the biggest.” She reached up and patted the sides of my udders. “That’s probably why you like ballooning up so much, too. They tend to enjoy that the most.”
My chest wobbled and shook, waves of flesh rippling from her pats.
“I can’t believe I’m carrying this much milk around without any discomfort.” I said. I bounced my mighty chest, watching it jiggle. Placing my hands underneath, I hefted them, watching them stretch and morph like rubber.
I loved the feeling of being big. I wanted to be even bigger. I wanted to be so big I couldn’t move.
“How big is the biggest Tauros?” I asked. Kate had been carrying 50 gallons of milk, all of which I was now holding. I couldn’t wait to see what was bigger. I remember Kate stretching up to over 100 gallons, and that was just obscenely huge. She wasn’t able to fit through the doors without help.
“Well, the biggest one I know of is kind of an anomaly and she can grow to pretty much any size she wants. Kind of a magic trick she knows. But the older we get, the bigger we get. Some of the ancients have flood points close to 1000 gallons.” Kate said.
1000 gallons?! It seemed almost unbelievable. I couldn’t imagine one boob being over 1000 gallons. But what had she meant?
“What’s an ancient?” I asked.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you that part.” Kate smiled. “How old do you think I am?”
I studied her features carefully, trying to guess her age. She seemed just perfect, as if in the prime of her life. I figured that to be early twenties or so. “Twenty three?” I asked.
“I’m 65 as of...” She glanced at the clock reading 12:13 AM, “yesterday.” She said.
“What!?”
“Yep. I went out to the bar for my birthday with some kinfolk friends.” She smiled at me playfully. “That’s when I met you.”
“Wow!” I said. “You look really good.”
“Well, our bodies have magical regenerative properties. Females, especially, have very good health all their lives, since their milk has magical healing properties to it. Some of the ancients are over a thousand years old, but no one’s really sure how old we get before we die. It’s never happened naturally, we’ve always been killed off instead.” She read the confusion on my face. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to all of this at another time. Right now we need to teach you how to transform.”