[Photo Manip + Story] Good Corp HuCow Type 5

Loosely continued from: https://www.patreon.com/posts/59746958 

Bonus alternate artworks uploaded for Everything Else tier.

This is a long story. Please read and tell me what you feel about it?

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Samantha had volunteered for new clinical research for Good Corp. Being a sales rep at one of their Enhancement Centers, she was given first priority for the trials.

She had seen several women get complete cosmetic, physiological, and even personality makeovers by the various treatments offered by Good Corp in these centers. Some procedures would cost up to millions of dollars and everyone the world over visited these centers to transform themselves.

Short or developmentally mediocre or petite framed young adult actresses would come to get the Tahsin treatment which turned them into heart-stoppingly beautiful and statuesque amazons. Some treatments, the cheaper ones, were simple genetic rewrites or tweaks like hair color, skin tone, eye color, or physical characteristics like musculature, curves, boobage, etc.

The most recent treatments offered were the HuCow project. It was exciting at first - her secret fantasy of ogling big-titted women leaking copious amounts of milk in Japanese adult videos. A growing obsession she gained from her then grad school boyfriend, after she had stumbled onto his folder titled, "Research". Let's just say it was not "research".

She'd ogle and stare at women coming in for HuCow treatment and going out with chesticles bursting out of their inadequate tops. She'd spot them at Milk Booths and Milking Stations. She once saw a college volleyball player hurridly step off of the bus she was traveling on still in her university uniform. She luckily got down at the same stop as her and coincidentally walked in the same direction her house was. 

She couldn't keep pace with the taller near amazonian eight feet tall athlete as she suddenly started sprinting towards the small secluded bushes between two buildings. There was a bench hidden between the two boundary walls of the buildings, properly screened from prying eyes with six-foot-tall potted plants around it to give privacy. 

Samantha's luck was still giving her more. One of the buildings, the one she lived in, had an upper-floor balcony that overlooked the secret bench between the two houses. The cool late February breeze in the air didn't bother her or this athlete. She had pulled off her tank top which was drenched, with what she had assumed was sweat, but turned out to be milk. Her inch and a half long nipples, four of them on each tit, sprung a near-continuous spray of milk. This athlete turned out to have really big jugs. Bigger than the volleyballs she'd handle four hours a day in the name of practice at the gymnasium. She had half slouched on the bench and suckled on each of her left nips one after the other without any breaks. She didn't even stop for air. As the athlete intently sucked to empty her teats each a near pink hue starkly different on her tan sandy skin tone, Samantha had already had her nip in her mouth too. She eyed her with an intense swirl of emotions; jealousy, envy, desire, lust, disgust, pleasure, and fear. Fear of being found lying by the metal railings of her balcony half-naked diddling herself silly. She shuddered and was in throwes of ecstasy within minutes, while her target would occasionally shudder from her own waves of pleasure with sportsmanlike focus on emptying her jugs. When the show was over the athlete dressed again in her drenched tank top, its color turning from deep blue to pale blue with all the white it had absorbed.

The next day, Samantha had signed the forms for the experimental treatment which would be free of cost for her at the very facility she worked in. Her hands shook and her mind was still fogged by the display of that statuesque 8 nippled athlete.

Within two weeks she'd found herself eating five to six times her ordinary diet. She'd packed on the pounds rapidly. Clothes clung to her like a second skin. Some of her clothes were now outmatched by her changing shape. She'd been given leave by Good corp and weekly checkups were scheduled at the same facility she had worked in.

By week 3 her breasts had become humongous. This stark change in cup sizes between week 2 and week 3 had men and women do a double-take when they looked at her. Her workmates looked jealous of her new boobs. The newly transferred redheaded amazonian sales rep gave her a knowing smile.

She had not yet started lactating though. The doc in charge of observing her was a junior freshly hired out of college. He was a very petite Asian barely a few inches taller than her modest 5'5". He struggled to heft even one of her teats with both of his hands. Thankfully he had warmed his hands with a little heated oil before touching her skin. She had become extremely sensitive. Her nipples were always hard nubs that poked through her clothes. She'd spill out of any undershirt and bras were a thing of the past for her. The doc stammered out meekly that she's still not showing signs of lactation. Her ongoing treatment meant that no other medication could be prescribed but, he suggested a few exercises and massages. He choked mid-way, having difficulty keeping his eyes away from those gigantic jugs. Samantha was on cloud nine watching her effect on this man just by her tits stuffed in her blouse. She wasn't even undressed!

The doctor just shoved a small nondescript cardboard box and a pamphlet. Then buzzed the next patient in. The pamphlet was for new mothers with instructions on how to induce lactation and the box had a small milking pump. The pamphlet also suggested getting the significant other involved in helping natural let down. It can be a very bonding and pleasurable experience for both people involved.- The pamphlet read.

By week 4 she had started lactating and her breasts had grown another cup size or two. She was elated. She'd regularly milk a cup of her own milk and make hot chocolate with it. The extra rich creamy flavor was great! She'd never tasted a hot chocolate or milk with such richness ever! As soon as she'd started self-sucking, her changes went into overdrive.

It was the 5th week when she started facing challenges to her changes. She felt two nubs press from under her breasts. She had started lactating the entire kettle full three times a day. She'd have mind-shattering toe-curling and even convulsive orgasmz while her hour-long self-suck sessions. Each of her boobs now was double the size of her head. The incapacitating orgasmz started hitting her mid-way or very early in her sucking sessions causing her to slumber off or give up on fully emptying her jugs. This became a hindrance for her. Her mams would inflate like overfilled balloons and her lower back would have a dull ache lugging them around.

By 6th week, she'd started leaking continuously. Her thoughts would return to the volleyball chick. She could now recall the delirious look on her face on the bus. Standing by the door as none of the seats would fit her. The buses of Moonvale were remodeled for the growing scale of women there but they maxed out at 8'6" tall ceilings and 7'6" tall legroom. She now suspected that the athlete's uniform was not drenched in sweat; her top was drenched in milk and her shorts were from her other juices. The excessive pressure build-up, lactation, and general horn-y-ness had put that athlete in a haze. She wondered what stage she'd have been in? Was she starting out her transformation? Maybe she'd had completed her change? What would happen to her? She didn't mind the pleasure or the milk or the hunger to feed twenty pounds of food every single meal.

She wondered what she'll look like when she'd complete her transformation? This was an experimental trial. Not even the lab coats knew the exact end result. Bollocks! What'd she gotten herself into? Free procedure? Yes, sir, please! Where do I sign? God help her.

It was Friday evening. Samantha sat in her half-open bathrobe staring out at the bus stop idly. She could feel hot itching below her breasts on her chest. She ignored it thinking it was just some rash from her sweating. She had not only outgrown her clothes but the extra padding of fat on her kept her hot.  Her breasts now sat on her lap completely filling it. Spiling over it, around it. (Check the third Image). Her nipples were wider than her irises. Her boobs and nipples pulsed with the rhythm of her heartbeat. Parts of her skin looked flushed pink.

There was a dull ache by her sides. She ignored it and absentmindedly stared at the passengers getting off the bus that stopped at the stop. 

There was this really... pear-shaped woman who nearly got stuck in the 5-foot wide doorway. She struggled to push herself out with both her hands clawing at the handles by the door on the exterior of the bus. Samantha saw with mild interest another woman, a petite brunette push the pear-shaped woman out the door. The bus lurched straight the moment this extra thicc woman got on the curb. She huffed and bent holding her knees while other passengers got down the bus and squeezed past her hips. She waddled towards the bench and completely covered it when she sat. This woman had average proportions on her upper half and wore a string top and really big jeans that failed to cover the entirety of her ass which stuck like two feet outwards.

Samantha sat up straight now looking at the other skinny woman who had help pushing out the pearshaped lady. She was in a Milk Maid uniform. The kind made for HuCow Type 4. She was essentially topless. Each of her 4 breasts was topped with small udders where her areolas should've been. She stood there eying her wristwatch. The pear-shaped woman looked at this hucow and licked her lips. She pulled up a large carrier bag and fished out a two-liter bottle of milk. She guzzled it down without breaking eye contact with the hucow's udder tits. She continued chugging down the milk without taking a break to breathe. The hucow tried distracting herself by looking around but there were nothing but empty streets, no pedestrians, and only residential houses along the stretch of the road.

The diminutive hucow shuddered a little, started rubbing her knees, and, grabbed at her lower teats. The bottom-heavy woman struggled to get up onto her feet. She had put her bottle back in her bag and rocked back and forth. The metal frame visibly swung with her heaves. Finally getting on her feet in time for the next bus. The two women boarded the bus with similar struggles but uneventfully.

Just when the sun was turning the dying shade of purple over the horizon, peeking through the gaps between the glass skyscrapers which were far towards the ocean beach, she saw that volleyball player again.

She found her struggle out of the shorter doorway with another girl in tow. They both were in their casual clothes. The athlete wore ripped denim capris and a large red sports bra stuffed to the max. She had huge portions of her huge breasts bunch up to make quite the cleavage and under boobs. There were visible dark maroon patches on her sports bra showing everyone her areolas that clung to the material. The other girl in two with this amazon was a rather average or less than average, flat chested girl who wore a bleached yellow cap turned backward, with long flowing dark hair, a deep necked tank top, extra large baggy denim jacket, and shiny leather leggings.

Samantha saw the amazon take the other girl's hand in her hand, and led her briskly to the secret bench. The shorter girl was barely the athlete's hip height. She had to run to keep up her pace with the amazon. Samantha quickly crouched down in anticipation looking at the amazon. She did not pay mind to her milk let down in full force. She'd started making a pool on the floor now on her kneeling, one hand between her legs while she held her boob to her lips with some difficulty due to its size being wider than her palm.

She watched them without batting an eye. The athlete sat in the center of the metal bench, spreading her long legs apart. The small girl now looked clearer to Samantha, when she was this close. The smaller woman had pretty makeup put on and a leather choker. She stepped closer between the amazon's opened legs, still shorter than the amazon while seated. They started to passionately kiss and make out.  The amazon sat the little woman on her lap and let her suckle on one of her tits while she suckled on the other one.

Minutes flew by into the night and stifled grunts and moans were audible faintly over the wind and the dull hum of the city. Samantha still in her bathrobe had made her way down and by the bushes screening the lovers' bench. She stood for a minute hesitant by the bushes and spoke out loudly, but discreetly, "Uh. Um. Excuse me.".

"Sh!t! Someone's there!", whispered the petite woman to the amazon. "Get dressed.", instructed the amazon to her friend. "Sorry, ma'am. I... We didn't know anyone was there.", amazon responded. She loomed over from behind the six-foot-planted bushes. Samantha had to bend her neck way, way back to look at this amazon. Yikes! She's grown taller!

"Is there a problem?", she asked sweetly peering into Samantha's eyes with her bright blue ones while flicking her golden blonde locks out of her eye. "Maybe we should discuss this in private.", offered Samantha. Samantha offered the two women, Abby (the tall toned and buxom athlete) and May (the astonishingly pretty petite woman) her flat for their make-out sessions if they ever need to release some tension. It's comfier than the cold metal bench out there. Samantha and Abby discussed at length their treatments and physiological changes. Abby was undergoing enhancement to HuCow Type 1. It was a stable and tried and tested enhancement. Her reason to undergo this enhancement was to fill out a bit with curves which her lean lanky build did not allow for at 6'4". Sure she did fill out and more but she too had gotten a wilder sex drive and needed frequent milking.

Finding the opportunity Samantha struck a deal with Abby to help relieve her engorged tits while she offered the same to her. They'd take turns one at a time to avoid pleasure overdrive and passing out.

That was week 6. On the evening of Week 7's Monday the two young women came for their scheduled tryst.  Samanthashyly held her arms together, head tilted a little sideways, and looked straight into Abby's eyes while she stood at her kitchen door. One arm rubbed away the soreness of the lower back or was it middle back? The other arm gave her support holding the sliding door frame. "I wouldn't want little May here to go empty stomach now, would I? But one of you will have to give me backrubs.", Samantha said with a sly smile. Her four nipples start leaking on cue.

 she had found another woman who was willing to be involved with her online. She didn't really have any relationships in Moonvale, since she had moved here as a sales rep from Britannia. It was against the rules of her trial to involve anyone else in an exchange of bodily fluids until the experiment has been concluded.

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