Chapter 1 - The First Moo

This story is the Part 2 of:
The Backward Leggings Girl

You can find the Part 1 of this story on my profile.

Good Reading to all!

READER NOTES: Elena is the cover of this part 2, the PArt 1 had Nicole in the cover.

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The public restroom in the park early that morning was a grimy cubicle of dirty tiles, the stale smell of old disinfectant, and harsh fluorescent light. The door slammed shut with a sharp thud, sealing Elena and Matteo off from the outside world. Elena, her belly still bloated from the oversized portion of ice cream at the patisserie, leaned against the sink, breathing heavily, her backwards leggings squeezing her thighs like a tight rubber vise. Matteo, eyes predatory, pulled out the pack of lactation stimulants, white pills, seemingly harmless, and poured a generous handful into his palm. He grinned at the thought that he'd lost them, only for the girl in the backwards leggings to hand them back. Ironic. Almost like that girl was yeast for Elena's waistline... and now for her breasts too. Matteo reflected on how his girlfriend had changed since meeting her, but now it was Elena who was the fat one.

"Open," he ordered, his voice low, a growl that left no room for argument.
Elena obeyed, even though she wasn't used to being treated this roughly. Her mouth parted like a plump flower. He shoved a bunch of pills down her throat, then more, pushing them in with his thumb until she swallowed them dry. "Good cow. Swallow it all." Both of them knew this was an excessive dose, but neither said a word about it.

The shift was instant. Matteo was no longer the boyfriend who gently massaged her belly. He was a goddamn breeder, and Elena was his cow. He grabbed her hair, yanking it back until her back arched, and with his other hand ripped her leggings open at the crotch with a sharp tear, the fabric giving way like tissue paper. His cock, swollen from the pills he'd swallowed before coming in, sprang free from his jeans, rock-hard, veiny, thicker than Elena remembered. He'd made it that big with Viagra, because a cow needed to be fucked by a proper breeding bull. Elena had no idea he'd taken them and got excited like a mare in heat. He seized her hips, his fingers sinking into her soft fat, and slammed her hard against the wall, her big ass bouncing with every impact, turning them both on.

"Move, cow, bend over," he growled, thrusting into her with one brutal stroke. Elena screamed, an animal sound that echoed off the tiles. He fucked her mercilessly, his hips slapping against her fat ass, sending ripples through her flesh in concentric waves. The pills were already burning in her stomach, a heat rising to her breasts, her nipples hardening, swelling. Matteo grabbed one tit, squeezing it like he was trying to milk her, and shoved two more pills into her mouth, smothering her with his hand as he pounded harder.

"Moo, cow! Moo for me!"
Elena, throat stuffed with pills and his cock hammering inside her, let out a guttural sound, a choked moo that escaped her embarrassed lips. Her body shook, her fat jiggling, the rolls on her back slapping against the wall with every thrust, making a sweaty, suction-like smack that humiliated her, reducing her to nothing more than his pleasure object. Matteo spun her around, put her on all fours on the filthy floor, ass in the air, and entered her again from behind, gripping her fat hips like handles and shoving her back and forth like a dumb flesh doll. He tore off her shirt, exposing her swollen breasts, nipples already leaking a milky fluid. "Look, cow. You're already producing milk." Matteo laughed; Elena mooed.

He fucked her standing, then put her down again, then lifted her against the wall, Elena's legs trembling, her ass bouncing, her fat slapping the air. Every thrust was a command: "Moo louder. Say you're a cow for fattening." Elena, lost in the degradation, screamed, mooed, writhed, her body surrendering completely. Her orgasm hit like an explosion, a small spurt of milk squirting from her nipples, splattering Matteo's grinning face, as he came inside her with an animal grunt.

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Outside, Nicole, the girl with the backwards leggings, was on her third lap around the park. Sweaty, muscles taut, breathing steady. But every time she passed the restroom, she heard it. A moan. A scream. A moo. The third time, she stopped, ears straining. "What the fuck?" she muttered, edging closer to the door. The sounds were wild, obscene, a woman coming like she was birthing pure pleasure. Nicole, who'd just laughed off the noises as some "random slut," realized as she peeked through the small restroom window: it was the same fat girl in backwards leggings. The one she'd given the lactation pills to. She wasn't a hooker, even if Nicole had never seen anyone fuck that savagely. It was barely mid-morning. What had them so worked up?

She hid behind a tree, heart pounding. It wasn't just curiosity. It was envy. That sound, that moo, was something she'd never experienced. She bit her lip, her toned thighs clenching. "Who's that guy?" she whispered, eyes locked on the door. She didn't know she'd sparked it all a year ago. She didn't know those pills were her unwitting gift that had helped drive Elena wild. But now she wanted to know. To watch. To *feel* it. Because she knew exactly how Elena felt in that body, she'd experienced it herself the year before, for the acting role in a movie.

When the door opened, Elena stumbled out, leggings torn, shirt soaked with milk, face wrecked from pleasure. Matteo behind her, cock still half-hard in his jeans, a wolfish grin. Nicole stared from her hiding spot, breathing fast. She was no longer the fat girl she'd bumped into. She was like a cow. A feedlot cow stuffed full of cum. And Nicole found herself turned on, wishing she could get fucked like that cow, but she was an actress, and this year she had to play a spy, so she needed to stay in shape.

Nicole ended up following the strange couple from a distance anyway.