Jacob:
A 17 year old guy living in a small apartment in London, though he used to live in the US and still has an american accent. He's short (5'2) with some muscle from his job as a U-Haul employee. Jacob has curly blond hair grown with a messy bedhead style.
Catrina:
A 20 year old cat-human hybrid who is very intelligent, and acts rather regally and quiet, though she's never a snob. She's very thin, with dark blue hair that's grown down to her bellybutton. Catrina has cat ears that had replaced her human ones, and a cat tail (both are also dark blue in color). She has a small human nose and lips, and her height is around 5'4. Catrina has a small butt and breasts around the B-C cup category, and cat teats below her waist. Her hips are wide and noticeable. Catrina has a british accent.
Daracha:
A rather grumpy 18 year old dragon-human hybrid. Her height towers at 7'1, and she has long red wings. Her skin is covered with polished green scales from her waist up, the rest is human skin. Her face is slightly shaped like that of a dragon, but still retains long, hazelnut brown hair. Daracha's breasts are also plated with scales, and has nipples that are a dark green color. Her butt is humongous, looking disproportionate to the rest of her body. Daracha prefers to walk around with no clothes on, even in public.
Sharqeh:
A hot-tempered, rebellious 19 year old shark-human hybrid. Her height stands at around 5'1. What makes Sharqeh stand out from the others is her well-toned, slightly muscular body she gained from surfing. She has caramel coloured skin and pitch black hair cut short. Sharqeh has a long, grey shark tail below her hips that replaced her legs, sort of like a mermaid. She still has an ass, and a nice one too. Her hips and everything above them is genuine human skin. Sharqeh has razor sharp teeth and gills on her neck that ressemble bloody cuts. Her breasts are B-Cup.
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(Malk's point of view)
I loved my life at the farm. I reckon it was the simple way of living that always appealed to me. Ever since I was a little girl, I took all kinds of jobs so that when I got older, I'd have my very own farm. Now I'm 23 years old, and that wish had come true. I owned and operated a dairy farm single-handedly.
Name's Malk. I reckon my parents were crazy, giving me a name like that. I'm as blond as blond can get, with hair so long and wavy that some people had even taken pictures. But what stands out to most are my breasts, they're just so massive. I can barely find a bra that can fit them, so I usually go out without one. My ass isn't too bad either, being wide and noticeable.
Since I'm more of the ''cheerleader'' type, it shouldn't surprise you when I say that I was part of the cheerleading squad, even at the age of 23. That day, I was wearing my cheerleader uniform: basically, a white bra and skirt with the town logo on the backside. My tits looked darn huge with the bra on. And of course, they were.
We had just finished the day's training, and most of the cheerleaders had headed home already. I had just taken off my bra in the changing room, but then I noticed something mighty strange. My breasts felt real sensitive. I wanted to touch them some more, but I would be getting weird looks from the other cheerleaders. I changed into my regular clothes and left the room.
When I went outside, I was met by one of my ''fans''. The guy was tall, handsome, and had lots of muscles. I guessed he would do nicely for a night of sex. I brought him to my house out at my farm, and we proceeded to fuck all night long. It was good, but I won't fill in the details. Gotta keep my privacy, you know?
After the guy left, I went to my washroom in the nude to wash up. What I saw in the mirror made me jump higher than a rabbit on a pogo stick. My breasts were leaking out milk! I tried squeezing my nipples, as to stop the flow, but it only seemed to squirt out some more... And it felt real nice. Panicking, I tried putting on a shirt so I could hide it. However, the milk that was leaking out soaked it completely, so I had to remove it.
Then I done got an idea. I put on my shoes (only my shoes) and headed for the cow stables. My milky tits were jiggling as I ran. The cows around gave me no sign of interest. Fine by me. I went to one of the milking machines. Was I really going to do this? This was mighty degrating. But I knew I wasn't able to bare the pressure that came from my breasts.
I took the milking tubes, then put them on my boobs, one for each. They fit snugly, and I could feel the machine draining the milk. There was no better feeling than this, so I began to moan. But as if the heavens were playing some kind of joke, my moans slowly changed into ''moooooo!''
That's when I reckon my other changes happened. I was completely unaware of this, but I was gaining some more cow attributes while being milked. Two small horns grew from my forehead. Thin black spots appeared all over my body. Little was I prepared for my tits to expand. That increased my pleasure ten-fold, and I yelled out a seductive moo. My tits grew so out of proportion that even my old breast size would be shamed.
A cow tail sprouted from my rump. I could feel a second source of pressure coming from below my stomach. I watched in horror as a full-sized udder took form, milk included. I grabbed for a third milking machine tube and stuck it down there.
My transformation completed when my mouth extended into a cow muzzle, nose and all. At least, a half human, half cow muzzle.
I had become some kind of cow-human hybrid. First of all, my breasts had grown to a staggering 38KKK. Heck, standing up was gonna be a real pain.
I couldn't believe this had happened to me. I dropped to my knees and started to cry. A freak. I was nothing but a darn freak, now. Where was I supposed to go?
As if on cue, a woman seemed to emerge from nowhere. She was tall, with red hair. Her military uniform and her expression gave the woman an air of professionalism... and boredom.
''Sup?'' she asked, clearly bored. ''I'm gonna need you to come with me''.