As the bovine beats began to reverberate throughout the car, Mark struggled to turn the radio off as Manuela resolutely kept her eyes on the road.
Joey, sitting in the back row, had no clue anything was amiss - and therefore was completely defenseless against the music’s transformative powers.
As he happily listened to the singer’s ultra-processed voice, none the wiser as to what it meant by ‘fecundity’ or ‘sloshbags’, he began to feel… itchy.
The gentle swaying of the car suddenly felt more intense. As Joey felt a strange weight in his chest pulling him back and forth, he started to hear a strange sound, even over the powerful music.
It was the sound of sloshing.
With each bump of the road, each bassy beat, Joey felt himself sway back and forth in time with the music, his chest somehow swaying even further.
Within moments, Joey looked down to see his shirt stretched to the limit, like someone had stuffed water balloons underneath it. The strange, large orbs sloshed and swung, pulling at Joey’s pectorals in ways that felt funny, but… good.
Carmen was busy with her book. Joey’s parents were trying to turn the song off.
Nobody was looking at Joey save for Joey himself.
The curious boy put a hand to one of the strange spheres, shivering with pleasure as he did so. They felt… hot? Tingly?
Dairy girl got big fat boobs
Titties make you wanna move
Sloshbags swayin’ in the breeze
T-I-T-T-I-E-Z
“Mark, this is not an appropriate thing for a ch1ld to be listening to-” Manuela said from the driver’s seat.
“You think I don’t know that? I’m trying to turn it off, but nothing’s working!”
Was that what these were called? Titties? As Joey palmed his titties, another pleasurable wave shot through his body, the few vestiges of masculinity in his boyish face and arms turning into pleasing, soft feminine curves.
Joey’s fingers were tingling with pleasure as the milky music permeated his body and brain. The strange, fun itchiness moved upwards, as he giggled with how good everything felt.
Joey’s hair began to grow wildly, dusty brown locks traveling down the back of her head and resting on her shoulders as her bangs tried to catch up.
For a split second, Joey’s eyes flashed pink before being shaded by soft brown hair. Despite the seemingly blinding bangs, she could still see just fine. The real problem was that the thick hair muffled the fun music- at least for a moment, before two big floppy ears poked out of the side of her head and she could hear it even better than before.
H-O-R, N-I-E
A slut is what I wanna be
M-I-L, K-I-E
Cowgirl slut’s the job for me
“Cowgirl slut…” Joey mumbled under her breath. She didn’t know what it meant, but she was pretty sure she was one! She had the horns - she could feel them growing now, cute little points poking from the sides of her head. And as for the milk…
For a while now, ever since her titties had started growing, Joey had felt a weird wetness on her chest, damp spots on her shirt growing and growing. Now, she understood. The sloshy stuff in her titties was milk! The stuff soaking her shirt was milk! And it felt…
“So good…” As Joey mumble-moaned and the song picked up, the milk intensified, with constant streams now coming from Joey’s erect nipples and soaking through the shirt fully. She had no idea what was going on, but she loved it! She loved the song, she loved her titties, she loved her new body, and she loved being a cowgirl slut!
But now, a new singer joined in, the sloshing and bouncing getting even more constant.
Bein’ a bull’s the way to go
Full up top and down below
Milk from your tits and cum from your cock
Hot and hard and ready to rock!
Joey’s shorts, formerly comfy and easy to wear, had tightened up quite a bit- first with thick thighs, then the beginnings of a jiggly ass, until the tail poking out the top had started to make them uncomfortable.
With the new verses, they had become downright strangling, as Joey felt her pee-pee start to swell and grow, pushing against their fabric prison.
Fat balls churnin’
Fat tits burnin’
Feelin’ a yearnin’
To do some earnin’
And make mo’ money by makin’ mo’ mommies
A virile breedin’ bull with cumshots like tsunamis
Churning was right. As Joey’s shorts bulged with her awesome new endowment, she could feel - and hear - something within her churning, as her shorts were stretched to the limit, and beyond, until finally-
Mark and Manuela had spent the last however long trying to turn off the radio, keep their eyes on the road, and generally ignore the itchiness in their chests. Neither had seen what was happening to their son -
Until a loud, ripping noise overpowered the music, and Mark turned back to see what had become of Joey.
The bull’s short brown hair had grown wildly, now thick and tufted as it covered Joey’s eyes and spilled over her shoulders. Large, pointed horns sprouted from the side of her head, with floppy ears just below. Joey’s mouth was open, tongue lolling out as she played with herself.
Her shirt had been stretched and torn open by her new, head-sized breasts, looking all the larger on her small frame as streams of milk dripped from each long, erect nipple. One hand was gleefully squeezing the soft, yet dense boob, making the milk squirt out with even more force.
Her other hand, meanwhile, was instinctually stroking her engorged cock, which had been the source of the ripping, tearing through her pants through sheer force and now standing tall enough that Joey could probably suck herself off.
But it was no human cock Joey was packing - no, this was the penis of a stud. A bull. Thick enough that Joey couldn’t wrap her hand around it, with a thick medial ring and flat head bubbling with gooey, virile precum. The mottled, pink shaft was poking out of a large sheath, the dark, thick skin stretched smooth with a pair of balls so large they forced Joey to spread her legs apart, churning as they worked to make the steady flow of pre currently dripping from Joey’s fat fucking breedsti-
Mark shook his head, noticing that some drool had started to pool in his mouth. What was he thinking? Sure, Joey looked… hot, studly, virile, milky, hot, sexy, irresistible, hot …different, but that was still Mark’s son! He shouldn’t be thinking like this…
“Dad…” Joey moaned. “Moommy… this feels so good...”
What was going on? It was the music, it had to be. That stupid DJ had turned his son into this… whatever Joey was now!
Manuela’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, where she got her first glimpse of Joey’s new form. “Madre de dios... Mark, what the hell is going on?!”
“Hey, language-”
“This is the kind of situation that warrants swear words, Mark!”
“That doesn’t mean I want Joey hearing them-”
“Oh, she’s been hearing much worse things on this stupid radio station,” Manuela grumbled, not even noticing the use of ‘she’.
”And that was the Texas Longhorns with their latest single, ‘T-I-T-T-I-E-Z’! Next up, a new spin on an old classic - Enjoy the milky musical samplings of Amy and the Purebreds, and their cover of ‘Rump Roast’!”
Thu May 15 14:48:36 2025
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