The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Katie leaned forward slowly, easing her pendulous breasts into the soft cups of the machine. Fat, round, and heavy with milk, her tits were more accurately described as udders anymore, a fact driven home well by the long, thick nipples that capped them... Nipples the girl couldn’t help but tease and tug, frequently ending with her mindlessly spraying her milk as she rocked in another intense, mooing orgasm.

It was a problem she had now attempted to solve. Snatching the milking machine from the lair of the Mad Milker hadn’t been difficult, and while her intellect may have dipped considerably after her time fighting the villainess, she still managed to set it up alright. Of course, she had to stop and get herself off frequently while she did so. Even the mere thought of draining her incredibly sensitive udders was more than enough to cause her speech to devolve into dumb moos, and her hands to trail down between her legs.

Now though, the rig was all together and fully operational, if the tests were to be trusted. She hoped that frequently draining herself with it would be enough to clear her head for more serious endeavors. That being said, a part of her wondered if the easy access to stimulation might take her further down the road into becoming more cow than girl. That part of her frequently got very, very aroused at the thought.

Now on all fours, Katie could feel the cups pressing snugly around her nipples. Her udders were full, and they lay heavily around the milker, already throbbing with lustful tingling. She could feel her thoughts begin to fog over before she even turned on the suction... Just the thought of being like this, waiting to be milked like a dumb animal, her tail raised and her pussy glistening with need, it was almost too much to stand. Before she could sink completely into her bestial simplicity, she reached over and hit the power button.

All at once, the girl known as Katie Callinger, A.K.A. Miss Rebound, was gone, replaced with a drooling, mooing cowslut. As the machine noisily pumped her udders, she rocked her hips, wagging her ass as if to attract an unseen lover. All the while, her slit dribbled down her thighs, falling to form a puddle on the hard wood beneath her.

No thoughts went through her mind as the milker did its job. Instead, she felt a dim sense of contentment, and purpose. This was what she was made for, to have fat, round udders and to have them milked as often as possible. She didn’t need to worry, or think. She just had to be milked, and hopefully, to be fucked.

Time seemed to drift by, her entire perception nothing more than a lustful haze. Before the first chamber of the milker had been filled, she had already been rocked by one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced. Rather than fade into a pleasant afterglow, it seemed to just stretch on forever, kept going by the firm tug of the suction on her long, thick nipples.

It was nearly evening by the time the machine came to a stop. Katie just stared over at it with eyes dim from lust, mooing plaintively as if to goad it into sucking her further. When it didn’t respond, she crawled away from it, her tits hanging low beneath her. They had begun to expand the moment her climax had first hit, and now they were so large her nipples dragged on the floor.

After thirty minutes of either nudging the machine, hoping to get it to work again, and rubbing her dripping wet slit on anything she could back up to, Katie slowly began to come back to herself. As always, there was just a little bit less of her old intellect, and a little bit more of an urge to be milked, fucked and treated like the dumb, slutty cow she was.

She knew she could give in at any moment, and the thought was incredibly, insidiously seductive. The idea of living on all fours, not bothering to think as she was drained, and fucked and drained and... Katie had to shake her head a little to keep from lapsing back again. She could feel her udders refilling already, but she knew that if she wanted to even somewhat keep up the pretense of being anything other than an animal, she’d have to get up and move.

Standing, an act that was surprisingly difficult and borderline unnatural to her, Katie looked longingly at the milking machine. She knew now that the thing wouldn’t work for its intended purpose, but deep down she knew that it wouldn’t have. Still, she made no effort to start tearing it down again, or even to cover it up.

Dressing was a trial in will-power. While she had made some alterations, her bright pink costume was still tiny and skin tight. She had always enjoyed the revealing elastic outfit, and the way everyone, hero and villain alike, could see every inch and contour of her shapely self. Now though, the stretchy material rubbed distractingly across her oversexed body, and every step caused it to slide over her hypersensitive nipples.

The shorts were no better, as her breasts weren’t the only thing that expanded. Her ass was round and soft, just begging to be groped and gaped at. On top of that, a long, furry cow’s tail dangled behind her, frequently raising or falling to the side when she found herself ready to mate... A state she was in almost perpetually now.

The worst part though, was the fact that if she didn’t want any of this, her body would revert to the way it was. Her power made sure that, no matter what change or control she was hit with, she’d shrug it off rapidly if it was something she didn’t want. Unfortunately, she couldn’t deny how excited she got by her transformation, or the way her whole self was gradually boiling down to tits, milk and sex.

Once dressed, she very carefully unloaded the milker. Jug after jug had been filled, rotated by the machine automatically; each one proof of her pleasurable downward spiral. It was proof she couldn’t dispose of easily, either. Each drop held a little bit of her own power, but warped: anyone who drank the stuff would have their own abilities immediately put to work on themselves, often in the most sexual way possible.

Stepping out of her room, she scanned for Kitty, her roommate. When she saw the coast was clear, she made a run for the door, clutching the containers of milk. She had a date with the Mad Milker.

The Mad Milker, the villainess who had given Katie her current bovine addictions, was now little more than a mooing milky mess herself. She now lived in a little specialized stall in the lab of Dr. Dolly, the resident expert on all things super powered. Dolly had seen the effect of the milk first hand, after mistakenly drinking some during a bit of fooling around, and she still hadn’t quite recovered.

After the Shift, Dr. Dahlia Donaldson had been partially transformed into a living sex doll. Smooth, immaculate skin that never sagged, aged or wrinkled covered every inch of an impossibly perfect, if exaggerated figure. She never needed to exercise, and she found that even eating or breathing were unnecessary. This wasn’t without its own challenges however.

Dr. Dolly didn’t sleep in the traditional way. When she got fatigued, her conscious mind would slowly become submerged under her bubbly fucktoy persona, and it wasn’t uncommon for the good doctor to wake up in some random bed or bent over in some alleyway, dripping from use. Considering a few times she had indulged herself on the streets of Kink City while fully herself, she didn’t mind this much, aside from constant taxi fees.

The only truly troublesome part of her new life was dealing with the constant arousal, and insanely needy body. It was hard to get any real research done when her dumb dolly mouth was literally drooling for cock, and her other holes weren’t much better. She’d initially tried toys, poring over some medical notes with a foot-long dildo stuffed down her throat. Unfortunately, the stimulation consistently turned her over into full on doll mode. With no one there to stop her, she ended up mindlessly, happily suckling on the toy for two days straight before someone found her.

Now, Dr. Dolly had set up a fairly routine line up of very eager lovers to help sate her needs, and she’d started scheduling her studies around their visits. It had become more difficult in recent weeks however, after drinking Katie’s milk the doctor had found herself more and more eager to slip into her doll self, and she was having even more trouble than normal attempting to focus on her work.

It certainly didn’t help that the milk had accentuated some of her more distracting features. Her lips were thick and round, bright red and wide open if she stopped paying attention. Frequently her mouth stayed in an ‘o’ shape, dribbling candy flavored lube down between her inflated tits. That same lube could be seen often sliding down her thighs, as both her pussy and asshole remained permanently ready to be used.

These things she could ignore, but her damn body felt so good when she just let go and embraced it. The feeling of the dumb dolly taking control, offering her cheap holes to anyone or anything that wanted to use them was worse than simply pleasurable, it was addicting. As it was, she found herself talking with her doll voice more and more, mindlessly advertising her fuckholes in a saccharine sing-song while she went about her work, and she was more than happy when patients took her up on the offer.

It was a blessing that she had her work with the Mad Milker to take her mind off of things, at least somewhat. The woman was in a less coherent state than she was, constantly mooing and rubbing the thick lips of her pussy against the bars of her stall. Dr. Dolly was forced to install a toy in the little partition to allow the slutty ex-villain to get herself off more consistently. This wasn’t for the Milker’s comfort, but rather to remove any temptation Dolly might have to play with her new pet.

It was hard not to... The Milker’s body was just as shaped for sex as Dolly’s was, all soft curves and eager servitude. The woman’s breasts hung down much like Katie’s, round and perpetually full of milk. Her nipples were long and fat, and Dolly just knew they’d fit perfectly in her wet little mouth, just like she knew her skilled fingers would slide just right into the woman’s sopping slit...

Still, despite the temptation, the Mad Milker was an invaluable source of information. Not only was the reaction between her powers and Katie’s unprecedented, the woman was like Dr. Dolly in a way... Both of them had been changed by their own abilities, and neither seemed like they wanted to fully step back from the precipice. Even now, Dahlia was strongly considering opening up the Milker’s pen, chugging down some of Katie’s milk and just lapsing into a giggling fuckdoll state forever. The thought made her drool.

She was shaken out of her reverie when she heard the front door of her clinic open and shut loudly. As she rounded the hallway, she saw Katie come waddling in, her massive tits exposed and spraying little spurts of milk down over the floor. The girl was carrying several full jugs of milk, which she just barely managed to place on the counter before falling down on her hands and knees, mooing plaintively.

As Dolly neared, she could see the girl’s tail was up, and that she’d managed to wiggle her shorts down before succumbing entirely. Katie’s juices trickled from her slit, along with a copious amount of cum. The girl had obviously stopped for a bit of fun along the way, but the doctor could hardly fault her for it... few people in Kent City were known for turning down a good fuck, and Katie was certainly not one of those people on her best day.

As such, Dolly knew well enough to try and talk to the girl in the state she was in. Instead, she simply arranged the milk jugs so they wouldn’t spill, and led her over to the couch to compose herself.

Over the past few weeks, Dr. Dolly had made a habit of keeping the nullifier nearby, just for instances like this. The device had been the result of research into Katie’s power, and ways to use it for recovery from abilities. Though not entirely effective, it had been able to save Katie from herself on more than one occasion so far, and with the current rash of will-power lapses so far, it had proven itself invaluable.

A few quick passes with the baton-like object and Katie had begun to speak, albeit interspersed with random moos.

“Mmmmooooo... Mmmilk me... Fuck me...” the young cowgirl said, rubbing her face in between Dr. Dolly’s thighs, causing the doctor to shiver with lust. She was already having trouble staying focused, but when Katie’s long tongue slid underneath her short skirt, she went full dolly mode, and fast.

Dropping the nullifier, she fell first to her knees, and then onto her back. Legs spread wide, anticipating her playmate, Dolly’s eyes widened into lustful surprise and stuck that way, even as Katie began eagerly lapping at her well-lubed slit.

“Dolly loves to be licked! Play with Dolly forever!” came the chipper sing-song from the doll girl’s mouth, though her lips didn’t move out of their wide open ‘o’ shape.

Katie happily obliged, lapping away at the sweet tasting pussy and loving the way Dolly’s thighs clenched around her udders as she did so. Each automatic squeeze pushed a stream of milk out, coating the floor in just a few seconds. With every spurt of milk came a steady trickle of juices down Katie’s own legs, filling the room with the scent of feminine lust.

From the other room came the sound of steady thumping, as well as a series of long, plaintive moos similar to Katie’s own. The Mad Milker had backed into the thick rubber cock Dolly had mounted on the wall of her stall, and was vigorously fucking herself as her senses were bombarded by the sex occurring not far away. The loud noises completely obscured the sound of electrical crackling that was happening right next to the entwined couple.

The nullifier had fallen to the floor roughly, cracking the outer casing. While that normally wouldn’t be a problem, the sheer amount of liquids steadily coating the floor meant that before long the high tech device was malfunctioning in a big way. Soon, sparks were joined by odd waves of energy pouring out from it and washing over the entirety of the lab.

It was Katie who felt it first. As the light spilled out across her body, she could feel it changing even more so. Black and white speckled fur sprung up on the effected skin, and her feet had clenched down; quickly hardening into hooves. None of that bothered the oversexed girl, but when the changes reached her heavily hanging tits, she let out a cry of pleasurable surprise.

Every inch of her fat udders seemed to pulse with orgasmic tingles, even as they began to expand further. Twin streams of milk sprayed from them as they ballooned outward... and Katie soon felt a twin sensation begin to form beneath them. As her hands slowly devolved into hooves much like her feet, Katie felt her second massive pair of tits begin to fill with milk. The sensation was so intense that she began shaking in climax, even though her thick-lipped pussy had remained unfilled.

Dolly lay forgotten on the floor, each of her holes dribbling with candy flavored lube. She didn’t mind though, she knew it was only a matter of time before someone wanted to play with her, and her cheap plastic body felt good regardless. Besides, she couldn’t seem to muster the capability to move on her own, and she wouldn’t be able to do much anyway. Her once dexterous hands had fused into poorly crafted facsimiles, and her arms seemed locked at the elbow.

Eyes staring blissfully up at the ceiling, Dolly was the first to see the second wave of light that came shining out from the nullifier. While she was far from being able to care about anything beyond being used like the good little doll she was, part of her couldn’t help but be astonished at the transformation she witnessed in the light’s wake...

Kitty had slunk into Katie’s room the moment the other girl went sloshing out. It had been tempting to sneak in during the milking, but she still had enough presence of mind to be patient, for now. Still, the moment she got her chance, she bolted straight for the machine and began eagerly lapping at the dripping cups her friend had left behind. Within moments she was purring loudly, her soft, furry tail whipping back and forth as she drank.

Ever since the Shift, Andrea Rogers—now known as Kitty, had taken on a suite of feline features. Her tail was one of the first things people noticed, trailing behind her and moving with a mind of its own, but also granting her incredible balance. On top of her head, a pair of black-furred, pointed ears twitched and swiveled, and she could practically hear a whisper from a block away.

Like Dolly, there were things that had been challenging about her transformation, however. Her hands and feet were little more than fuzzy paws now, and while she had compensated with a custom keyboard for her computer, it was difficult performing most daily tasks as a normal person might. And then there was the heat.

Once a month, she would go absolutely mad with lust. Thankfully, between her and Katie’s efforts she’d managed not to do much more than make a mess of the apartment during those times, but there were a few close calls. Still, she had made her peace with her changes, and while she didn’t fight crime (or perpetrate it) like some, she enjoyed a few perks that she wouldn’t have enjoyed before.

Mainly, she had managed a pretty decent living simply putting up a webcam, and just going about her day. She didn’t have to do anything even remotely sexual, since there were more than a few people out there willing to pay to simply see a real life catgirl just being cute and playful. It helped that she was frequently nude during, however, but since her changes she hadn’t had the barest shred of modesty left in her anyway.

Of course, after coming into contact with Katie’s milk, things had changed considerably. That first night, she had slept her way around town in a more or less animal mental state, presenting her pussy for any male that might try and breed with her. A few guys thought the curvy, four-breasted girl with paws was a little too strange for them, but there were plenty of people who were less discerning.

She had come home covered in alley detritus and worse, and while it took some effort to bring her back from her feral state, she remained changed. Despite Dolly’s antidote, she still kept a second pair of breasts under her natural set, and there was just a little less human in her eyes. In addition, her formerly rare state of heat was now nearly perpetual, and it wasn’t a rare thing for the girl to be caught bent over and licking her own needy pussy.

It had done wonders for her web show, however, and her profits had doubled, then tripled overnight. The formerly somewhat innocent cam time had turned into a several hour long marathon of Kitty playing with her changed body, wringing out whatever pleasure she could to quench the heat between her legs.

Nothing could quite match the exhilaration she had felt when she had truly let go, however. Night after night she’d be up debating the idea of sneaking into Katie’s room and having another drink. She knew her friend wouldn’t mind, once she’d suckled a bit. Still, she held back... but just barely.

Now though, there was a tasty little bit waiting for her, and Katie need never know. The taste of the milk was mind-blowing, as was the feeling of a little bit more of her feral self bubbling up and taking over. Just the single drop was enough to bring the catgirl to her hands and knees, and her paws began kneading the carpet below her as pure animal lust washed through her.

It was intoxicatingly pleasurable, the feeling of steadily devolving into her purely instinctual side. Already memories of her exploits on the streets of Kink City were flooding back to her, and it was hard not to answer the call of her fantasies. Still, something stopped her, and she sat back on her haunches and thought.

“So many unhappy people in the city,” she thought to herself. “but the milk... the milk brings happiness...”

Smiling to herself, Kitty slunk out of the room, already beginning to form a plan to make the citizens of Kink City just as happy as she was...

When Katie came to, she found herself sprawled out on a worn out couch in the back room of Dr. Dolly’s clinic. Something seemed off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Gradually, she lifted herself up from the aged cushions and wandered into the lab, following the sound of happy singing coming from the other room.

Rounding the corner, she found a pretty young woman in slacks and a somewhat oversized white dress-shirt flitting around cleaning up scattered papers, tools and more. As she watched the energetic girl scurry blissfully about her chores, Katie started to come to an impossible realization: the sweetly singing, carefree lady looked exactly like Dr. Dolly, only normal. Once more, she was Dahlia Donaldson.

Blinking the tired from her eyes, Katie looked down at herself. She gasped when she realized that for the first time in forever, her breasts were back down to her natural firm mounds, and they no longer felt like dynamos of pure sexual energy. The sound of her surprise startled the doctor, who dropped a bundle of papers onto the floor. Despite the mess, she giggled before jogging over to Katie in excitement.

“Isn’t it amazing?! Total reversal, as if the shift never even happened!” Dahlia exclaimed, taking Katie in her arms as she bounced around.

“But... but how?” Katie asked, still stunned by the revelation.

“Well, I wasn’t quite ‘all there’ when it happened, but when we were really starting to get into it, you dropped the nullifier. Add a little of your crazy milk, and the whole thing started to go nuts... I’ve never been that close to being full doll in my life, and you were gradually becoming even more cow than before.”

“Wait... so the thing was enhancing powers... why didn’t my recovery ability get stronger? Why would it make me more... well, bovine? That’s not even my real power!”

“Well, I have my theories, but I think it’s part of the way your ability worked. You kept a little of each effect you get hit with, and it sort of integrated with what you have naturally. In a way, becoming a dumb, mooing cowgirl was just as much a part of your ability as your rebound. Either way, when the nullifier went haywire, it first accentuated our changes, and in your case, all of them.”

Katie blushed when a blurred memory of her massive udders went drifting through her mind, and her body responded with somewhat muted lust. Dahlia had a similarly wistful expression, and it was clear there was a part of her that missed the sheer blatant sexuality of her previous form.

“Then something odd happened... The nullifier kicked back in the way it was supposed to, only so much stronger. Within a few moments, I was fully human for the first time in years... Your reversal was significantly more extreme, and you passed out shortly after. While you rested, I managed to contain the malfunctioning nullifier, and I hope that in time I’ll be able to stabilize the effects... this could be life-changing for many out there.”

Dahlia looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers and smiling to herself. Still, things were a little more bittersweet for Katie.

“But, what about my ability? Is it gone for good? How can I be a super-hero without any powers?! I’m not rich enough for that!” Katie shouted. It was nice not needing to be constantly milked, and she was still adjusting to not wanting to be fucked right then and there by anything remotely cock-shaped, but the idea of losing her power, and her profession was devastating.

Dahlia shrunk a little, before shrugging. “Unfortunately, literally everything about this is completely unprecedented. There’s no way to know if your power is still there, or gone, or changed into something else entirely. For all I know, we could both revert in the next few seconds. I still don’t even know how the nullifier worked like it did, and it’ll probably be years before I do.”

Katie sighed. She wanted to get upset, and rail against the young woman in front of her, but then she remembered that Dahlia’s power hadn’t been the easiest thing in the world for her to live with. Yet, despite the things she had dealt with, the doctor had always been there for Katie, no matter what troubles she got into. Knowing this, Katie forced herself to smile, and took the other girl into a quick, tight hug.

“You know, I’ll make do. Thank you for everything, honestly. I’m sorry I got—” Her apology was cut short by a loud clang in the lobby. Before Dahlia could even turn around, Katie had sprinted for the door, enjoying the ease at which her suddenly petite body was able to clear the gap. She made it to the lobby just in time to see a furry, black tail disappear out the front door, leaving a mess of overturned milk jugs on the floor.

“What happened, who was it?” Dahlia called out as she rounded the corner. Katie was already at the door before she replied.

“Kitty.”

Katie flipped between two rooftops, loving the sheer feeling of freedom her reclaimed mobility had given her. She had forgotten how good it felt to do anything other than simply fuck and milk herself, and the night air on her suddenly slender body felt like heaven.

“This... this is what it feels like to be Miss Rebound,” she thought to herself as she leapt fearlessly across a massive gap. While it was true the fate of her power was yet unknown, she still had a very fit body, combined with a good amount of acrobatic and athletic experience. Plus, there wasn’t a single other person out there who knew she was powerless, and there were still some pretty strong rumors going around about how she had dealt with the Mad Milker.

As such, no one stopped or confronted her as she struggled to keep up with her altered friend. This was incredibly fortunate, considering the cat girl was almost impossibly agile, and knew the back alleys of Kink City far better than Katie had expected. Thankfully, the girl was also lugging around a heavy jug of milk, which she seemed to pause and gaze at longingly on random occasions.

Unfortunately, even with the distractions, it was difficult for Katie to keep up with her friend. By the time she realized where the catgirl was headed, the little thief had gone completely out of sight. Still, knowing the destination made Miss Rebound find speed and endurance she never knew she had... Kitty was headed to the Kink City water treatment plant.

Quickly vaulting over the chain link fence, Katie mentally kicked herself for not keeping a better eye on her friend. Still, while Kitty had been changed since the incidents with the Mad Milker, no one could’ve expected her to do something crazy like whatever this was.

Katie still had no idea what the girl’s plan even was, although she had a sinking suspicion. That suspicion was confirmed as she turned the corner, and found Kitty crouched down next to one of the city’s primary water mains.

The catgirl was bent over, her four pert breasts squeezed beneath her as she ran her sandpapery tongue across her clit. Next to her, forgotten for now was the jug of milk, and Katie could see from where she was standing that the thing was open and ready to be spilled. Thankfully, Kitty’s lust had distracted her for now, and Katie began creeping forward. She only made it a few steps before her friend’s ears perked up, and she rose to her feet.

Licking her lips clean of her own juices, Kitty eyed Katie with a mix of friendliness and wariness. Even in her state of readiness, she still rubbed her furry paws up and down the soft curves of her body, purring loudly when they ran across her stiff, pink nipples. The scent of the girl’s heat filled the room, and Katie couldn’t help but feel her body respond in kind.

“Kitty, come here... I’ll pet you real good if you just come to me...” Katie said, invitingly tugging down her shorts and giving the horny catgirl a perfect view of her bare slit.

The sight caused Kitty’s purrs to grow louder, and she began groping herself more excitedly. Still, she came no further, and in fact stepped a little closer to the open jug of milk and the rushing water beyond.

Katie panicked. She didn’t know what effect her milk might have on the populace, but she knew it’d be nothing short of chaos. Eyes on her friend, Katie pulled up her shirt, exposing her tits to her friend.

“Here, kitty, kitty... I’ve got some milk right here you can have, and I’ll make you feel really good...” Katie cupped one of her breasts, frowning at how small and empty they felt. Still, she hoped that Kitty might be too far gone to notice the lack of changes... maybe long enough to grab her.

“Mmmmraow? Milk? Milk for Kitty?” the girl said, her voice over laced with heavy burring. She began to slowly walking towards Katie, but still suspiciously.

For her part, Katie was trying desperately to keep Kitty interested. Rolling her hips seductively, she reached up and began kneading her tits. In her mind, she was trying to imagine how she might act if she was her dumb, slutty cow self again, thinking it’d make her more convincing.

“That’s right... I’ve got some mmmmm.... Err... Some Mmmmooooo! Moooooo!”

As she started imagining it, something inside of Katie seemed to burst forth. The arousal she was feeling from Kitty’s pheromones seemed to double, then triple as her body started to change to fit her fantasy, nearly bringing her to her knees. All at once, it became harder and harder to think and speak, and much easier to just squeeze her fattening tits.

Her firm, perky mounds began expanding immediately, going from little molehills to heavily hanging globes in mere moments. Each added inch of growth seemed to sap a little more of her intelligence, and by the time they were done, each was bigger than her own head. Gravity and her bovine instincts drew her to the floor and onto her hands and knees.

Shamelessly Katie shook her bare ass, the fur of her regrown tail tickling the swollen lips of her pussy as she moo’d in dumb, animal lust. Her udders were massive, the long, thick teats dragging on the ground as she shuffled around. The sensation drove her to climax immediately, and soon the scent of her own arousal was mixing with Kitty’s.

The catgirl had been watching the entire scene unfold, all the while stroking her sex as best she could with her inarticulate paws. As soon as Katie’s tits began spilling milk out onto the concrete floor, Kitty knew her friend was truly ready to play.

Falling down to her paws, she crawled across the floor to the panting, mooing cowgirl. She wanted to bend down and lap up that milk immediately, but she knew the level of heat that was burning between her friend’s legs. As such, she reluctantly circled around Katie, bringing her face right up against the other girl’s dripping wet lips. Leaning in, she pressed her mouth against Katie’s slit, before beginning to purr more vigorously than before.

The vibration was almost too much for the altered heroine, but that didn’t stop her from pushing her backside back against the eager Kitty. The motion prompted the purring girl to begin licking frantically up and down her friend’s pussy, all the while stroking her own as best she could with one clumsy paw.

Katie reached up and grabbed one of her thick teats, stroking it downward and sending another spurt of milk onto the wet stone. The feeling was mind-blowing, and in a moment of clarity she wondered why she would ever have chosen to give up this pure, simple pleasure. Stream after stream came pouring out, and she could feel it cooling around her knees as she rocked in perpetual climax.

Each orgasm only doubled down on the intensity of what she was experiencing, and before long there was little in the way of conscious thought going through the cowgirl’s mind. Darkness was starting to close in as the relentless lapping of her pussy was becoming impossible to endure. Finally, with one long moo, her strength gave out.

Knees buckling, but hips bucking, she fell to the cold, wet stone. Panting from exertion, she was more than grateful when Kitty pulled away and started happily licking up some of the spilled milk. The distraction gave her just enough time to try and fight to bring her human self back to the forefront.

Katie worked to regain her senses, and strangely her body echoed her efforts as she did so. Slowly her thoughts restructured, becoming quicker and more concise, even as her curves steadily became less pronounced, and her breasts less all-encompassing. Despite the gradual change, she could still feel something inside her... something powerful that told her she could just as easily dive back into her bovine self should she choose to. That feeling of power sent a thrill through her otherwise thoroughly exhausted body.

She was so worn out she hardly reacted when Kitty kissed her on the forehead and crawled off, only to come to rest next to the forgotten milk jug. Katie struggled to get back to her feet, but the strain from the transformations had been too much. She could only watch helplessly as the cat girl batted at the container until it spilled over into the city’s water supply.

Pleased that she had shared her gift with Kink City, Kitty proceeded to clean herself one lick at a time, while Katie succumbed to fatigue.

Once more it was Dahlia that came to her aid. After a moment of idle fantasizing in the lab caused her more fuckdoll-like tendencies to re-emerge, she had sprinted to her car and drove off after her friend. As she drove, she discovered that as long as she wasn’t dwelling on her ability, it didn’t seem to become any worse. This was easier said than done, as the scent of her candy-flavored lube let the doctor know exactly which of her parts had altered first.

As it was, she had need to fuck herself with the car’s emergency flashlight all the way there just to keep herself focused. Thankfully, with the tracking chip she had secretly implanted in Katie a while back, she didn’t have to worry about where she was going. Still, she had to really struggle to keep from pulling over, getting out and seeing if some of the random pedestrians she saw wanted to play with a dolly that night.

Arriving on the scene, she found Katie sprawled out on the floor completely nude. Curled up with her was Kitty, gently pawing at her friend and smiling dreamily to herself. Then she saw the empty milk jug, and her blood ran cold.

There was no way of knowing how much effect the milk would have, as diluted as it was. Still, she did the right thing and reported the event to the mayor. After a battery of tests revealed nothing, it was determined that the treatment plant’s filters must have dealt with the taint, but Dahlia was still unsure. Still, she was told in no uncertain terms to keep her mouth shut about it, and that’s what she planned to do.

It wasn’t even a difficult decision, really. She had her hands happily full with finding ways to stabilize the new nullifier design she was working on, which was aided by her new lab assistant, Kitty. After a few treatments, the girl was more or less a regular functioning human being, though she did ask to stop the reversal before she lost her tail. Without a lot of her feline tendencies, the girl proved to be quite clever, and a very capable pupil. Additionally, she knew how to do things with her tongue that most women only dreamt about, and she was more than willing to indulge as frequently as possible.

Katie resumed her duties with more gusto than before. Knowing that any transformation or compulsion she was hit with could be then called forth at will for an exciting weekend was reason enough to want to wade into the fray, and she had made a list of interesting villains and heroes she could throw down with to further that goal.

Meanwhile, out in the city... the Mad Milker tempted another young lady down an alley. Her tits were bulging obscenely out of her evening gown, and she didn’t even attempt to hide the long cow’s tail that swung behind her. Even as she beckoned the girl, her hand was gently stroking her mound, and she let out an excited moo.

After the excitement of the malfunctioning nullifier, the Milker had discovered something strange... It was as though she had gained a much greater refinement of her power, and it had proven just enough to cause the beleaguered Dr. Dolly to not notice as she slipped out. She knew it wouldn’t be long before the pathetic heroes checked on her, but by then she’d be well into enacting her plan for revenge....