Brahmim Milk can have some side effects
This was written for @mothgirlantennae as a favor What to expect: cow tf, multiboob , udder growth, a lot of milking, enjoy! It started with an underground bunker. Felt like life kept throwing Eli somewhere underground, like it was telling her something. But any thoughts about that were left at the entrance of this god-forsaken place. Super mutants littered the entrance, inside raiders coming out of the walls. Whatever could be worth fighting for inside there was leaving behind an ocean of blood, and in the middle of it was Eli, doing her experiment if curiosity really did kill the cat.
A door, a dumbass door was worth dying for to these monsters, and all it would cost Eli was a few bullet wounds, enough stimpacks to bring back a skeleton to life, and a couple hundred rounds of ammunition. If anything, at least the weapons salvaged from the skirmish would turn a profit. Removing whatever pile of meat covered the access panel, and some fiddling later, the familiar sound of hydraulics revealed the true prize of this blood bath.
"moooo", that was the prize, A couple of dozen Brahmim littered the large area, salvaged vault sunlights above, dozen of water throughs and hay bales, fruits, vegetables, anything an animal could ever want. Milking machines littered the area, pre-war ones, and a Mr. Handy roamed the area, caring for the cows, and cleaning up any messes. All Eli could do was lean to a wall, and laugh, that her life was almost lost for a room full of brahmim, that the sea of corpses died for some dumbass brahims. They slammed their first on the closet surface at the sheer absurdity of it all, a table, followed by the sound of glass clinking. A dozen or so empty glass bottles of milk, reminiscent of those pre-war ones, next to the table a dozen or so refrigerators. Rows and rows of milk, and corked and ready for transport, fresh and cold. Onhje fridge stood out, a nuka colo branded fridge, filled with milk bottles labeled "Grade R Mik". Grtabbing a bottle, and taking a seat, Eli thought how much all this milk could help with the settlement morale, and being fresh and cold, could sell for a good amount. But the bottle of Grade R, something was special about it. It's healing and was quadruple that of the rest of the milk, and it could satisfy the hunger and thirst better than most full meals. +10 to endurance and strength, 100 more carry weight, all at the cost of 100 rads. A practical super food, one bottle could help make anyone worth a hundred or so wastelanders, spicey settlers. Eli decided she grabbed every bottle, regular and R, and would figure out on the way back home permanent planes for this place. But life played a prank, 100 pounds over-encumbered as if it was telling her to drink the damn bottle of Grade R. She could, however, she could picture her companions scolding her after what happened the last time she ate something she found that was too good to be true. "Perfectly preserved pie my ass," she said out loud, remembering the pain and the criticism she received afterward. But fortune favors the brave! A cork pop later, Eli was on her way, leaving behind Brahmim, Mr. Handy, and a barrel of something leaking into one water throuf with a barrel, the letter f shown.
The hot summer sun-blasted Eli on her journey, that bastard, not to mention the effects of the Grade R ran out a minute or so ago. An abandoned house nearby gave shelter to the wasteland sun. She took off her pack, but it was still too damn hot. Checking around for anyone nearby, she stripped down, hoping it would help with the heat, nothing a cold glass of milk wouldn't fix. But in the heat, she failed to notice she grabbed a bottle of grade R milk and chugged it right away. It helped for a moment, a refreshing sigh as she sat down on the table, but the heat hit her again, even more unbearable. Except…this one was more concerted. She could feel the heat building up in her chest like something was trying to escape. She took a look at her pip-boy, seeing if maybe she caught something along the way, but all it read was "Brahmim effect".
Brahmim effect? What the hell was that, but before she could even yell at the damn thing for its nonsense, the heat came full force. She grabbed her chest, the sensitivity out of this world. She massaged her tits, trying to give them some relief, but something was wrong. It felt, as if the more she massaged, the bigger they got, but the heat became weaker. She could feel it in her hands, they grew and grew in them, going from her one modest bust to more the size of small melons, and it wasn't stopping. She tried to stop, but it just made the heat come back. She could only watch as they grew and grew, and she had to admit, it was pretty hot. But the feeling of something fuzzy started to touch and grow, her hands growing a layer of red fur, spreading down from her hands, up her arms, but it didn't matter, her breasts needed attending. She could feel them as they grew more and more, her fingers even played with her nipples, almost like clay in her hands as she made them bigger and bigger, almost like teats. The heat died down as they grew to their final size, the size of pumpkins her best guess, stretching her top to its limits before a loud rip launched it away. She finally was able to rest, but the fur had spread to her torso by then.
After such an intense massage, she needed more, more pleasure, more of this, change. She took her hands and slid them down her chest, hoping to feel whatever was new about her, and she was met with two new nipples, below her enlarged breasts. She touched them, and though small, they were sensitive. She bit her lip, was she really going to embrace the changes, to give in to the pleasure? Something told her to stop and find a doctor or something, maybe this was reversible. But something else told her to embrace it, whats the worst that could happen? The pleasure called for help, and she answered the call. She squeezed the nipples, toyed with them, and just like before two small lumps started to grow, another set of udders, no breasts, of course. She squeezed and toyed and massaged her new growing pair of breasts, sometimes brushing the fur that had started to cover her torso, as it started to spread bellow and above. The only words coming out of her were "more" as she changed more and more. She could feel as she grew taller, stronger, bigger, a side effect of the bovine nature of this. The chair creaked as the weight added on, her underwear started to give out and her ass started to grow. But all it did was add to the pleasure, making her knead and mold her breasts even more, growing and growing as she did, the pleasure even going to her head, the front of her face growing out, a small muzzle, the first words to escape?
"mooooo!" as Eli came, 4 pumpkin sized breasts on her, the chair gave out, and she fell to the ground, but her massive behind cushioned her fall, and anything else softened by the layer of fur that covered her body, as her cow ears flopped to the floor. ELi lay there, taking deep breaths at such an intense session. She looked down to see her feet had been replaced by hooves, big ones, and she had just bought those new shoes. After some rest, she finally got up, her new form taking some time to get used to. She looked at herself, was this really her, a red Brahmin human thing, an ass big enough to count as a mooooon, and her chest looking like a pumpkin patch of boobs. But even with all the weight, it didn't feel that bad. But one thought ran through her head, "Where's the milk?"
She went to look more, finding 4 teats right above her crotch, closer to her stomach area. Another side effect, but she knew the drill. She chose something more solid this time to sit on as she started to milk away her teats. Thankfully, instead of another 4 pairs of boobs, she was met with one big pink one, with all 4 teats attached to it. But as it grew, it got heavier and heavier, and the more she tried to milk it, to get whatever was inside out of there. She tried and tried, it got bigger and bigger, close to watermelon-sized, and when it couldn't grow anymore, with one more motion, milk spurted out of her udder, each tug made another stream of milk spurt, one by one she tugged each one, letting stream after stream spur out, all while her mind melted from pleasure, and a loud mooo came out of her.
She doesn't remember how long she was in that place, or how much milk she drank, thankfully this time no Grade R, but a good amount of regular milk. Using whatever scraps of clothes she had on hand, she constructed something to cover herself up, grabbed her pack, which felt considerably lighter now, and went on her merry way back home. A quick explanation to the guards, a long lecture by friends, and a couple of new refrigerators later, Eli finally lay in her room, in a bed that could barely fit her. She thought about what this milk could do, make people like her, super hucow beings, but maybe that was too much for the world to handle, but she had to think about it, the sounds of joy from fresh milk filling her new cow ears as people drank the regular cold milk. She thought back to when she transformed, and how good it felt, how much pleasure it was, how good it felt to be milked, she could feel herself getting turned on by the thoughts, but being back home, she didn't need to go it alone. She just hoped whoever helped her had the stamina to help, if not, well, she's got plenty of milk to restore that stamina~~~