My entry for 31st King of Perverts jam

the theme is: Lactation -
more information here:

31st King of Perverts ContestEntries!!!
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The deadline for the contest is July 26, 2012 :D

The next topic will be Lactation.  Of course, the submissions must be adhere to the PWFA submission rules.

Remember:.
-Your deviation must contain lactation or lactation references :)
-You submission may not conta

the deadline for the contest is July 26, 2012

Original character, huge text and Flat colors by:

Naiara searches through her pantry one day looking for a sauce to include with her meal. She pushes some aside, not wanting soya sauce, barbecue sauce or anything like that with it until eventually, all the way in the back, she sees an oddly shaped bottle of pink liquid. Curious about whatever this sauce might be, especially since she does not remember having bought it, she pulls it out and pops the cork, taking a sniff of it.

It smells oddly sweet and enticing.


Not wishing to experiment with a sauce she has not even had a taste of before, she decides to take a small sip. The rush of amazing taste she experiences when she does pushes her to subconciously down another couple of mouthfuls of the potent but delicious concoction.


She stops partway through, though, when she realizes she has nearly drunk the entire thing and, not wanting waste the rest of the sauce, she moves to put the cork back.

But when she does, she gasps when she runs into boob flesh earlier than expected.


Going braless as she is in the comfort of her own home, the imprint of her breasts against her shirt is obvious, especially as she watches them swell. It is amazing enough that she does not even notice as her ears start to poke out from hair.


She even feels an itchiness at the base of her spine, causing her to reach back and scratch it subconciously, until she suddenly discovers a bump growing back there. Unable to contain her shock, she accidentally drops the bottle and cork and just tries to take her situation in as her belly starts to swell as well.


Pulling up her shirt to get a better look at herself, she is even more amazed to discover that the front of her shirt is a little damp, her nipples stiff and engorged, with small, white droplets formed at the tips.

It is then that all hell seems to break loose.


For small bumps form on her growing belly as the skin starts to redden. Her pants begin to smoothe out and grow tight as she feels an extra plumpness in her backside. Her shoes no longer fit quite like they are supposed to as her toes retract inward but her ankles bulge outward.


Her hands run across her transforming body as they, too, change. Her fingers begin to melt together as the skin starts to darken and harden, her hands extending a bit longer as her wrists grow stronger.

Her jeans start to rip, threads popping from the pressure within as her increasingly plumper ass forces its way through the holes. Her taut, black thong slips between the cheeks, forced down a bit by a newly forming tail topped off with a tuft of brown fur, the same colour as her own hair.


By the time her belly and breasts halt in their bloating, she is left with a pair of volleyball-sized boobs resting comfortably on top of a beachball-sized udder now protruding from her middle. Both nipples and all four teats leak a constant flow of milk down her front, pooling in an ever increasing puddle on the floor.


Her shoes fall off uselessly as her toes disappear, her feet becoming round, black and hard like hooves.


The last to change as the weight and the amazing feelings force her down onto all fours is her face, her nose bulging outward and her mouth puffing up a bit. She watches her nose widen and push out a short couple of inches, the skin darkening into a deeper, reddish hue as she soon finds herself sporting the snout of the cowgirl she has suddenly wound up becoming.


All in all, though, with the amazing feeling of dispensing so much milk and experiencing the oddity of becoming such a hybrid, she winds up unable to help but kind of enjoy the whole situation. It is certainly not something someone experiences every day, and best of all, there is still a good amount of this "sauce" left in the bottle.