Joshman88

An empty-headed bimbo becomes the muse for a man who has big plan for her. BBW, WG, Lactation You take the office slut on as your project. The one that everyone thinks could be cute, but wears way too much make-up and slacks that don’t flatter her chubby thighs. She’s always eager for attention and most importantly is a ditz to the enth degree. A little small talk in the break room and you have her asking you out. “I never do this, but I just feel such a strong connection,” she says squeezing you arm. Your first date is to the pizza place. You listen to her ramble on about how the other women at work are jealous and intimidated her her looks. That’s all you do, but that’s all it takes. Before they even clear away the cheese bread she has her hand on you thigh and tells you she has stuff to make desert if you come back to her place. An hour later you’re rolling around her bed naked. She’s got some cellulite on those thighs and a little belly. Plus she stuffs her bra, but she’s good between the sheets. Almost wearing you out. Typically you wait until the second date, so you can think on it, but watching her sleep so soundly with a smile on her face you decide right there she’ll do. You stroke her back until she’s practically purring and whisper into her ear. “During sex the only sound you can make is moo.” You wait and not long after she parrots it right back to you in a groggy drawl. Just like your mentor had told you she would. On the next date you take her from behind on the couch. Slapping her flabby pale cheeks before spearing her. And instead of the “oh god. You’re so good. Deeper. Don’t stop,” that she screamed last time, it’s just, “moo! Moooo! Moo! Moo! Mooooooo!” Once she’s collapsed in the cushions snoring. Then you’re back in her ear. “You’re looking so thin. You should eat up and put some meat on those bones. No one likes a skinny cow.” You also start the breast massages. Her little A cups are red and her nipples engorged when you’re done. The groundwork has been laid. Now it’s time to enjoy the transformation. It doesn’t take long. In a matter of weeks she can barely button her pants and complains to you how sore her breasts are as she rubs them and nibbles on one of her ever present snacks. You work other suggestions into that empty head of hers. The word cow gets her wet. All her shoes are uncomfortable. She goes barefoot every chance she gets. Soon she’s nice and thick with a muffin top you can grab with both hands and an ass that barely fits in her desk chair at work. Her breasts are slower to develop. She was an A cup after all. More importantly she’s trained to near perfection. “How’s my fat cow?” You ask as you come up behind her in her cubicle and nuzzle her neck. “Ummm…I warned you about calling me that at work. It gets me so hot I can’t concentrate.” “What am I supposed to say when I see you sitting there eating a cupcake with your ass hanging over your chair.” You can feel her shudder. Her back arched instinctively. Her swollen C cups strain the buttons on her blouse. “Ungh…well you know what they say: no one likes a skinny cow.” You take her in the bathroom and chuckle when she can barely get her pants back up over her thighs. You continue on with the suggestions as your project continues to blossom. “You get very itchy if you wear anything else other than cow print panties and black and white clothes.” “That leather choker with the little bell you saw today at the mall would look so cute around your neck. You can pick it up when you get your hair colored black.” Her butt gets big enough to bump into things. Her puss bulges from beneath her lower belly. At home she lounges around barefoot, eating and asking you to massage her feet, back or breasts. “Mooooooooo!” She whines when her tickle her nipples into stiff nubs. Droplets of clear liquid form on the very end. She’s so close. But you hold off. Letting her eat herself nice and big before you let the milk start to come. You like your cows fat and waddling. And she’s nice and tubby. Wider than her fridge with a belly that slaps against her thighs when you take her from behind. “Mooooooo!” Her back rolls glisten with sweat before you even grab hold and start pounding. She tries to cradle her sore, swollen yet small for her frame udders. They wobble free and your cow winces in pain and pleasure. “Mooooooooooo!” She collapses in a jiggling heap on the pillows. “What have you turned me into?” She pants in a rare moment of clarity.” “A fat, dumb cow,” you say. Your fingers run along the drastic curve of her hip, over the ridges of flesh formed as she lays on her side. Once you get up under her arm your fingers jab deep into her flesh toward the glands at the base of her breasts. She yelps and almost instantly her engorged nipples start dribbling like a water balloon with a pin prick. She’s moaning, mooing, writhing as the sensation overcomes her. Her chubby fingers intertwine with your hair and pulls you into her bosom. You suckle long and hard. You feel her skin dampen with sweat and and shake gently with mini orgasms. The transformation is complete.