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Chronivac Version 4.0

Watch Jeff become a real cow-boy

added by Anonymous 13 years ago A BM TG O

"Yeah, Code-man, I'll be waiting. Now hurry up and get your ass over
here," Jeff was saying, as Richie re-entered the kitchen.

Richie grinned. Jeff's shirt was pushed outward by something swelling
from his chest. As Richie watched it started to descend down his
torso. Jeff started to scratch his head madly, and Richie saw the
cause, there were two horns growing out of Jeff's head, and his ears
were getting bigger and more pointed too. Coarse hairs were sprouting
all over Jeff's body. He was soon covered in white cow hair with black
spots. His t-shirt slid up and over his descending swollen udder with
its four swollen tits. Richie shook his head in disbelief, as Jeff
pulled the waistband on his boxers forward to allow the udder to
descend to his crotch. The udders pushed their way out the boxers'
fly.

Richie couldn't hear Cody's side of the conversation, but he must have
been making excuses as to why he couldn't come right over. Jeff moaned
and reached down to scratch himself.

Jeff sighed, "Okay, Code-man, get over here as soon as you can. My
udder's full again, so I'll have Richie milk me. We should be done by
the time you get here. Bye."

Cody stared at the phone. He said to the buzzing dial tone, "Your
udder's full? Richie will milk you? WTF? I've got to get right over
there!" He hung up the phone, then picked it up and speed dialed
Sarah. He got voicemail, "Sorry, Sarah, something's come up. I won't
be able to keep our date. I'll call you later to reschedule."

Then he dashed down to his car, and drove straight over to Jeff's
house. When he got there, he stopped and questioned whether this was
just a ruse to get him to cancel his date with Sarah and come over. So
instead of bursting in, he crept over to peer in the window. What he
saw made his jaw drop.

There was Jeff - or at least a cow-i-fied version of Jeff - bent over
with his arms and head resting on the kitchen table, his torso
parallel with the floor, his shorts were around his ankles,and his kid
brother Richie on a stool with a pail milking the four udders hanging
from Jeff's crotch.


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