Prompt - LWA: Animal Husbandry with Sucy

Tags: Moderate cow TF (horns, udder, tail), weight gain, light height growth, lactation

Final prompt of the month! Hope you all enjoy! I love doing cow TF so much.

“Magical animal husbandry, what a stupid class.” Akko Kagari said as she entered one of the rich common rooms of Luna Nova. The textbook in her hand was soon kicked away, with further condemnation of the most recent class coming soon after. “I came here to learn magic, not to take care of smelly animals.” The young witch pouted, crossing her arms. Akko slumped into a richly upholstered leather chair. The furniture swallowed the small woman, making her look even more petulant. “For a whole semester we are going to have to take care of something dumb.” She crossed her arms and thrust her chin up in the air, shooting daggers at the partially destroyed textbook. 

“Not everything about being a witch is magic and fireworks, Akko.” Lotte Jansson was always there to remind her roommate about the realities of magical life. The bespectacled redhead folded her hands, always taking a submissive posture. “A lot of necessary ingredients for brewing potions come from mundane and magical creatures. Right, Sucy?” Lotte tossed the question to the third member of the trio and alchemical prodigy, Sucy Manbavaran. The gray skinned, slightly stooped woman had slithered her way into the common room. Unlike Akko, she had been reading her animal husbandry textbook and syllabus.

“No. Pretty much everything you need can be synthesized from mushrooms.” Sucy spoke in a flat, sardonic tone. She smiled to reveal pointed and shark-like teeth. “But Akko can’t do that either, so she needs to worry about studying.” Sucy’s grin widened and she snickered. Lotte often tried to appeal to Akko’s better angels, whilst Sucy existed to torment and prod her roommate. Her eyes were naturally sleepy looking and she wore a dress which flooded to the floor. If Akko was all pep and energy, then Sucy was comfy dreamtime. Her hips wiggled as she walked, shifting the belt which lay loosely around her long and conservative dress. One of Sucy’s half-lidded eyes looked down at the discarded textbook. “Am I going to have to carry you through another class, Akko?” Sucy teased.

“When have you ever carried me through a class?” Akko meant the question as an accusation. She looked to Lotte for support, but the shy woman looked down at the floor. “Divination was really hard! And you know that the charms professor has it out for me.” Akko, faced with her own lackluster record as a student, flailed for any lifeline. “What would you even do to make the class easy?”

“Most of the grade is just taking care of a chosen animal.” Sucy fumbled through her drooping sleeves. She produced a small vial. “I checked the rules of the project, it never says your animal has to start as an animal.” Sucy shrugged, her mauve hair falling over her shoulders in a loose curl. “Akko can barely take care of herself, I don’t know how she could handle an animal that couldn’t tell her what it wanted.” Sucy flicked the vial through her hands. 

“Hey!” Akko started to complain, but then thought better of it. Whether Sucy’s claims were true or not, a little transcript padding would be useful. “. . .That’s not a bad idea.” She grew quiet, afraid that she was going to be the one that had to become the animal. She had been the victim of many of Sucy’s tests and experiments. Perhaps the only reason she had passed her potions class was through the knowledge gained by being experimented on. 

“I don’t think we should. I mean, what if you can’t go back?” Lotte offered as helpful of advice as she could. “Or whoever takes the potion.” Lotte tried to amend her statement, realizing that she had already voted herself out of taking it. 

“Yeah, I don’t want to get stuck taking care of a Sucy-beast for the rest of my life!” Akko cast her vote. It was high time Sucy was the subject of one of her own schemes. 

Sucy rolled her eyes. “Fine. Since you are both so insistent.” Before Lotte could stop her, Sucy drank the potion. The other two girls were almost disappointed in the after effects. For a moment, Sucy glowed with a rainbow of light and swooned. She put her hand to her head, feeling the changes start. Akko and Lotte watched as her hands drew out two small, sharp horns. Sucy straightened, continuing to tap and poke at the horns. “The project starts now. Akko, go get me a mirror so I can see my horns.” Sucy snapped her fingers at her friend and lab rat. “Oh. . .I also never said that this would be easier.” Sucy winked. 

--- Leafy Greens ---

“Here is your lunch. . .Sucy.” Akko grumbled, handing over a serving bowl worth of salad. It had been painstakingly made to the other woman’s exacting standards. Vibrant greens of several different plants meshed well with dark red of beets and the crimson of radishes. Cheeses and different dressings had been slathered on top. Akko’s arms struggled under the weight of the great bowl. It was a meal fit for an entire house of witches, but it would all fall into the stomach of one witch in the midst of a burgeoning transformation. 

“Hmmmm. . .could use more cheese I think.” Sucy said, though she snatched the bowl. Its curved girth landed upon the equally curved mass of Sucy’s stomach. A ripple spread through her body, showing what meals of equal or greater size had done to her. Sucy’s breasts, now a full cup size bigger, hugged the edges of the bowl as she leaned forward to being to enjoy it. “Ooooooh. . .mmmgghph. . .issccch schtill good. . .mmmgghph. . .thoooough.” Sucy stabbed a fork into the leafy greens and hauled them up to her mouth. A round face jiggled and bounced as she enjoyed the food. Her cheeks were dotted with salad dressing only marginally paler than her natural skin tone. As soon as one bite went into her mouth, Sucy was already forking another into her mouth. “Mmmgghph. . .go quick. . . mmmgghph. . .Akkooo!” Sucy moaned, her tongue doing flips as the different textures and tastes danced across. She chewed thoughtfully, trying to extract as much joy from the meal as she could. Even though there would be many, many meals after, Sucy approached each one as if it were her last. 

“Fine, but you have to make sure to tell the professor what a good job I’ve done on your meal plan.” Akko was always quick to steer Sucy back to the ultimate aim. While the horned, pudgy woman might have gotten lost in food and being catered to, Akko had not lost sight. After an exhausting discussion, they had gotten the professor to agree to making Sucy their magical creature for the semester. She would keep a log of all the things that Lotte and Akko did to care for her transformation. Based on the log, and the state of Sucy, Lotte and Akko would be graded. “You forgot to mention me polishing your horns the other day.

“Mmmmgghph. . . I’ll. . .blluuurruuup. . .consider it.” Sucy tapped her horns with a mischievous face. They had grown bigger. Rather than just short nubs, they were starting to become little ivory towers. The only thing that had grown more was Sucy’s waistline. She was well on her way to 300, having gained at least a hundred pounds since taking the potion. Sucy had grown evenly, her body expanding along the natural curves she had been blessed with. Rather than sitting loosely on one hip, her belt was now actually tight. The flow robe she wore was no longer quite as flowing. The outline of her breasts and butt in her dress caused heads to turn whenever she wiggled her way to class. “Make sure that. . .mmmgghph. .. the cheese. . .is good!” Sucy quickly returned to her food, fork moving even quicker than before. 

“Some project this is turning out to be.” Akko huffed, leaving their room. She passed Lotte, who was returning with a plate of cake for after Sucy finished her main meal. Akko knew that the cake would not last that long. Sucy was developing a sweet tooth.

--- Weight Check ---

Sucy waddled towards the scale, feeling her weight in a way that she had never felt before. For the vast majority of her life she had been undersized, a waifish wisp of smoke curled into a purple dress. Now, however, she had curves and bulges to spare. She was four times the weight she had been, so big that her body had to grow up as well as out to handle all the fat. Her hips, thick and doughy, knocked into Lotte and Akko as she was helped towards the scale. She could hardly handle the blubber that was springing onto her body. A butt that swallowed the panites she wore sprung out behind her, with two central dimples for aesthetics. She took heavy steps, not quite plodding but bereft of the grace she had before. It was undeniable that she moved like an animal, lumbering like the cow she had become. The newly grown tail only helped to confirm the change. It swished back and forth, dusting and playing across her immense backside.

“Sucy, you have to stop eating so much. The professor is going to be mad that you’re overweight.” Akko was uncomfortable as the voice of reason in the group. She hugged falling rolls of stomach blubber. Within churned several meals, made up of greens and excessive amounts of dairy. Sucy had a particular fondness for sugared cream. “I don’t want to be docked points because you want snacks.” Akko huffed. Her words were further touched with frustration as one of Sucy’s breasts knocked into her face. 500 pounds and 5’6, Sucy had fat to spare across her entire body, but her breasts were becoming particularly large and full. Akko could not help but be a little jealous. 

“Akko, I have at least two stomachs that need feeding.” Sucy grinned, very self-satisfied. She took a heavy arm and pushed against her gut. Within, more food than a human could eat in a day was busy digesting. She was almost ticklish to her own touch, her body becoming more sensitive as the transformation intensified. Her chubby hand traced upwards, finding her breasts. She stopped and shivered as her finger lightly grazed a nipple. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as electric pleasure flowed across her body. “OOOooooh. . . and livestock need to be well fed.” She put her arm around Akko again, pressing the smaller woman into one of her football sized breasts. Her tail smacked one her buttcheeks, creating extra jiggles across the couch filling bulk. “Especially prize winning ones.” Sucy stood just a hair straighter for a moment, rising out of her natural slump with a burst of pride. She would be the biggest, finest specimen in this semester’s animal husbandry class. Perhaps ever. 

“I just need to pass the class.” Akko mumbled. Having reached the scale, she pulled away to let Sucy waddle the rest of the way. 

“I think we will.” Lotte was quick to join in. The tiny redhead helped Sucy onto the metal plate. Sucy’s momentous growth had required actual livestock equipment to handle. Any scale meant for a human would be outgrown in a number of months, if not weeks. Both Sucy’s tail and butt happily slapped against Lotte’s tiny frame, rewarding her for services rendered. “We’ve done a good job of making sure she gets all the treatment she needs!” Lotte rubbed Sucy’s upper shoulders. Having spent her life in the rural parts of Finland, Lotte was more than familiar with dairy cows. “She makes a wonderful Finncattle.” The redhead said, proud as only an owner could be. 

“See Akko, Lotte’s an expert too.” The heavy bovine said, stepping onto the scale. Sucy watched as the number rose, ticking up at a wild pace. Her hands massaged her stomach, feeling her wide belly and the stomachs contained therein. Already, they were emptying in time for more food. Her new biology worked so quickly. Even the biggest meals could be digested in a span of hours. Sucy was becoming ever more of an eating machine. Though, by the size and tenderness of her breasts, she might be a machine for something else soon. The intake of dairy had gone up drastically as her body studied it, perhaps understanding production on a level deeper than a human would. Her thoughts lazily drifted between the present and the cozy future she envisioned. She would be coddled for the rest of the semester, given a cushy grade as Akko and Lotte made sure her every whim was accounted for. 

“570! Oooooh, I’m going to fail for sure.” Akko slumped to the floor. She watched as a thoroughly proud Sucy put thumbs through her purple panties and hoisted them upwards, catching the bottom folds of her gut. Her belly bounced, spreading tension through the magically enhanced elastic of her underwear. Her breasts looked all the fuller as they moved with indolent joy, taking ever more of the calories given to Sucy’s body. Akko looked at her hands, knowing that they had contributed to this, having delivered many meals to Sucy in exchange for positive reports. “What have I done. . .” Akko cradled her head. A grim future of repeating her class and having to take care of Sucy loomed in front of her. Akko only broke from the doom visions when she heard the sound of slurping. “Lotte! You’re spoiling her again!” 

“Come on, Akko, she needed milk.” A bottle of sugared cream had somehow appeared in the Finnish woman’s hand. Sucy was bent over, her long tongue lapping at the milk. Her breasts dangled down, ever more engorged as milk was pumped into her. Akko’s eyes widened as she looked up to see Sucy’s cheeks spreading. The hefty woman thumped down onto the scale, never once stopping her suckling. Lotte rubbed Sucy’s chins and the hair between her horns, making sure the cow woman was both docile and fed. Moans as deep as thunder rolled through Sucy’s heavy bulk. “Just a little food to make sure she’s at her target weight.” Lotte squeezed the fat woman’s chins. The bottle was pulled away as the last of the cream was drained away, though Sucy might have continued to suck in the hope of more sustenance. Instead, she sighed and thrust a hand under her gut to scratch a little nubs which had begun to appear. She smiled sleepily, wondering how Akko would deal with the newest developments. 

--- Milking ---

Akko was furiously scribbling out notes when Sucy began to lean on her. Akko’s pretty but intellectually devoid notes were made into a scribble as fat pushed onto her. “Ugh. . .Sucy. . .you’re heavy.” Akko whispered, trying to get the massive cow woman back up. Blankets of fat covered Akko’s small and defenseless body, crushing her further onto the desk. Akko’s could only keep a bit of her face from being covered. She looked around the room, seeing students with their magical animals in little cages or enclosures. While she had arrived at class with hers, there was little chance of keeping Sucy subdued and in a cage. “Please. . .you’re crushing. . .me.” Akko’s voice was strained. She put a hand out reaching for help that would not come. Robes which only barely covered hundreds of pounds of blubber continued to ooze outwards. 

“Akk-oooooooo. . .I need. . .aaaah. . .help.” Sucy whispered, though her voice did nothing to suggest any urgency. She sounded distant and sleepy, key words extended to sound like little moos. From atop the piling of her own fat, Sucy looked at the other projects, just as Akko did. She saw small and insignificant projects, all of which paled before her award winning fat. Now over 6 feet and 800 pounds, she was truly a contest winning cowgirl, with an udder to match. The milk organ sloshed between her legs, pressing into the painfully tight dress. Her tree trunk legs were wide open, trying to give the sensitive udder as much room as possible. “I need to be. . .rrrrroooooooo. . .milked!” Sucy whispered, eager to be touched once more. Even better if it was by Akko. Complementing her request, Sucy’s breasts began to run with milk. “I’m s-oooooo tight.” Sucy tugged at her dress’ bustline. Heat from her fat and the tension of being milk-swollen was getting to her. She fidgeted, shaking her head in lusty frustration. Mauve hair swirled about horns that were almost the length of a forearm. 

“Sucy, we can’t during class.” Akko, at great difficulty, slid out from under her bulky companion. Sucy pawed at her as she tried to escape. She was so much more tactile now. Sucy wanted to be petted and caressed almost as much as she wanted to be fed. Even with Akko freed from Sucy’s folds, the cow woman constantly tried to pull Akko’s hand over onto her lap or bulging udder. 

“Akko, we probably should take care of it.” Lotte was quick to chime in. She appeared around the side of Sucy’s giant frame, only her head visible. Her glasses were fogged and shining. “It can be bad not to milk cows regularly.” She put a comforting hand on Sucy’s stomach. In return, Sucy leaned over and kissed Lotte’s cheek. A breast bigger than Lotte’s head slid over and onto the small woman. “The two of us can make it quick.” Lotte’s eyes gleamed as she started to roll up Sucy’s dress. Thick calves and cankles were exposed. They banged together as Sucy grew more excited for the impending milking. She squashed her legs together, massaging her udder. Gallons of milk within ready to be brought out. Lotte continued to roll up the dress until the pink udder was exposed. Sucy had grown into it quickly, letting it expand just as her body had. Fat and puffy teats, ready to be pulled, waited for the soft hands of Akko and Lotte. “One for either side?” Lotte asked, though she sounded ready to take the entire work herself. She magicked a bucket into reality, conjuring it right at the feet of Sucy. 

“Cooooooooo-me on, Akkooooooo!” Sucy mooed louder, heart beating. Whispers and giggles filled the classroom. A blush spread across all three of their faces, though only Akko’s was because of embarrassment. The bovine ball tugged at her dress and shimmied on the bench, itching to be milked. The pressure was becoming unbearable, only exacerbated by the lust she was feeling in her heart. It took a lot of restraint for Sucy not to crush her friends into her fat and swaddle them with her blubber until they passed out. Instead, she played with her dress and gut until the two knelt down. “Akko. . .make sure you are gentle.” Sucy could never totally give up toying with Akko. However, her teasing had started to take on a slightly different tone. “You can’t be rough with my soft udder.” Sucy all but purred the words out, her finger tickling the underside of Akko’s chin. 

“Of. . .of course.” Akko was too taken aback to say more. She slowly shifted under the table, meeting Lotte halfway. The pair were under Sucy’s heaving stomach and next to her bloated udder. Looking up, they were able to see where one of her stomach folds rested upon the table. Moreso, they were able to see how the table was struggling to hold her weight. Every day Luna Nova grew a little less fit for Sucy. Being milked in class was only the first in a long string of concessions that would have to be made for the transformed woman. That would all come later, though, far after Sucy’s current and milky problem was taken care of. “Ok, let’s get going.” Akko talked herself up, readying her hands to grab Sucy’s teats. Heat radiated off of the swinging organ, now bigger than a bowling ball. Akko, Lotte, and Sucy shivered as they connect at the center of the fleshy milk container. Sucy and Lotte gently began to tug, summoning streams of milk. 

“Rrrrrroooooooooo.” Sucy made a noise that was part sigh and part moo. She started to melt. Fat traveled in all directions, reaching to claim as much space as it could. Sucy sat in the center, covered and coated in the most plush and comfortable coating of fat in the world. Lotte and Akko worked at her udder, tenderly coaxing milk out with little tugs. She stamped her foot, almost surprised that it was not a hoof. She had a cow’s instincts and a human’s way of enjoying life. “Oooooorrrroooooooo. . .keep. . .goooOOOOOOooing.” Sucy could not break through the wall of pleasure enough to summon her usual sarcasm. The flat tone in which she spoke had evolved into a rosy purr, throaty and sensual. Her chins and neck rolls danced with each moo, as her gut sloshed with the milking. The sounds of milk hitting the bucket became unmistakeable. It was only years of professionalism that kept the professor teaching. The rest of the classroom was filled with little snickers or giggles. “Thattsssscch. sssooooOOOOOooo good. . .Lotte.” The bench creaked as Sucy worked a hand down to fluff her orange haired friend’s head. Lotte leaned into the petting. 

“You just relax.” She stopped only to rub Sucy’s belly. The low, couch cushion fold shifted back and forth under the Finnish woman’s touch. A shudder of deepest pleasure rolled through Sucy. Akko continued to milk, the creamy gold running in huge streams now. Sucy’s breasts were wet, doused in flowing milk. She licked her lips, hungry for food and all manner of other things. Her tail swished back and forth, smacking either buttcheek. Sucy’s hand slowly retracted, the bench sagged lower as the full weight of the heavy cow woman was placed upon it again. Lotte returned to her milking, putting her head on Sucy’s knee. The sounds of the classroom were drowned in a torrent of pouring milk and excited moos. Once, just for fun, Lotte dipped her hand into the bucket and drew a handful of the warm liquid. She sipped the raw and unfiltered milk, excited to try it. It was more delicious than she ever could imagine.