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Spa Treatment, Part 9 (Multi-Anthro TFTG Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-05-02 01:04:34 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
A Commission for Al
When four friends break into a condemned mountain lodge spa in order to fulfil a dare, none of them could have guessed it would change their lives forever. All they have to do is dip into the waters for one hour and they will be accepted into a local fraternity, but the mutagenic run off into the spas waters will instead begin to change them into female anthro creatures! Without options, the four must find a way to turn back . . . or uncover a community of other transformed spa goers.
Chapter 9: No More Holding Out
The problem with declaring yourself an ‘alpha male’, was in often coming across a real one, especially daily. Chris had managed to hold out for another month, far beyond any of her friends. They often visited the milk station to see how she was going, and last night had brought quite the revelation when Roxy had sniffed the air.
“Hang on, something’s weird in here.”
“I’m leaking again,” Chris said miserably. “It’s happening more these days. It’s because that fucking bull Brett keeps helping me milk myself, and his presence makes things . . . worse.”
“No, it’s not that. I can smell something different in the air . . .”
“Me too,” Selina said, also sniffing. “I’m not as good as you but - oh! OH.”
Roxy’s eyes went similarly wide, and Chris was left confused, staring about her room and trying to ignore how her boobs had grown a whole cup size with milk over the last hour. She grabbed some grass from her plate and chewed on it slowly to distract herself.
“What is it? What are you guys talking about?”
Selina and Roxy looked to Daisy, who had been quite silent up until that point. Roxy sniffed in her direction, and Selina’s eyes fell to the rabbit girl’s stomach. With a blush hidden by her soft bunny fair, Daisy’s paw-hands instantly fell to her belly, holding it protectively, and revealing a slim but present bump.
“Oh. My. God,” Roxy said. “You’re pregnant!?”
“I didn’t mean to! I mean, I did, a lot actually, but it’s these damn instincts! I needed to breed with him, and we’ve been breeding everyday, and fuck I’m just swelling up already. I have no idea how many are in there or how fast it will be but-”
Roxy embraced her in a hug, followed by Selina.
“Looks like you got all that sex you were hoping for,” the cat girl said jokingly. “Just not quite the way you envisioned it.”
“Oh, ha ha, laugh at the pregnant rabbit girl. It’s not fair, you know. It’s not like you need to breed!”
Selina smirked. “Well, knowing how Carter and I go at it, I better start using protection. And I’m surprised you’re not with a little Roxy.”
Roxy bit her lip. She wasn’t ready to share her news on that. Fawkes had sniffed her and smiled the other day. She could read his moods, and when he nudged her belly softly with her nose, she’d begun to wonder. Now, she was almost certain that she had his pups, or Hunter’s, or both. Dogs could do that, after all. Still, she beamed with pride knowing she wasn’t the only one, and it filled her with excitement to know that Daisy had now also embraced life at the Community, even if it was a little more instinct-driven.
“Are you fucking kidding moo-ee!?”
The mood spoiled as Chris stood up, her bosoms jiggling, her udder making a squirting noise as a warm shoot of milk poured from the lower left teat. She placed her hoof-hands on her wide hips.
“Am I the only one not going completely insane here?”
“It wasn’t my fault, Chris,” Daisy said weakly. “You have no idea the instincts I’m having! I needed to get pregnant. I really needed to have a big belly full of Ned’s babies. I can’t describe it, it’s crazy! And you know me, I’ve always been a big sex addict. I mean, I wanted to be like you!”
“Well, I’m not gonna be like any of you!” Chris roared. She started gathering her things, moving about her cabin to put some grass in a container, some basic survival gear in her bag. She slung it around her shoulders. “You all have little kits and cubs and pups and whatever else! I’m getting out of here!”
“Don’t go, Chris,” Roxy said. “There’s nowhere else to be, and you’re our friend!”
“Yes,” Selina purred, her claws out. “I know this is harder for you-”
“Harder!? I need to be milked! I’ve got four boobs and an udder! I can’t run and hope and climb like you all! I just make milk!”
“It’s a bigger help to the Community than anyone!”
“Fuck the Community, Roxy. I can’t stay here. I was a man. I was going places in sports, damn it! You think I don’t get those needs as well? Whenever Brett comes around, this stupid bovine body wants him to hurry up and put calves in me. Do you want to know why I want it so bad, other than being horny as hell? Get this; because my body will make even more milk if I’m pregnant. How stupid is that?”
She gave a sad chuckle. “I need to get out of here before I go native, seriously. Look, if you’re happy, Daisy, Roxy, and Selina, you’re happy. You’ve got new names and lives. I can’t do that. I don’t want to make moo-ilk anymore, because . . . because I know I’ll end up proud of it. God help me.”
“You should at least tell Helga,” Roxy said as Chris prepared to leave. “And you don’t have to leave right now.”
“I do! I’ll . . . I’ll moo-iss the hell out of you guys. But I can’t live like this.”
She stomped out of the cabin, uncaring how much her bosoms were wobbling or her udder too in its sling. Her hooves stamped upon the ground and her ropey tail swished behind her. She almost wanted to stick her horns into something, just to vent her anger. How could this have happened? Half her friends were getting knocked up! All of them were embracing their new lives!
And here she was, full of milk and wanting to expel it.
“I’m the freakiest one of them all,” the cowgirl muttered under her breath. “Eating grass. Milk in a damn udder. Holstein fur. Ugh!”
“Hey Chris!” an opossum woman named Sally called out. “Thanks again for the milk! My kids really needed it.”
“Yeah, it’s great stuff, Chris! You tell us if you need anything!” called out someone else. “We’re glad to have you hear.”
She swore under her breath. That was the other thing, just now nice everyone was about her. How thankful. How good it was to have a steady flow of milk that was apparently super healthy and kept the bugs away.
“That’s not what I want to be,” she said.
She continued marching forward.
***
Helga was sad, but said she understood. The strange mutant leader of the commune had asked if Chris wanted to tell Brett himself in person, but the cowgirl had said otherwise.
“If I try to talk to him, he’ll be helpful. He’ll fix something up for me. Help moo-ilk me. Do something nice and talk candidly about sex and moo-ilk and then next thing I know I’ll be right back at square fucking one.”
Helga had nodded several hoods. “I understand. It is difficult to live a new kind of life. Please know you are always welcome back, and that you are appreciated here. You have done so much for us already. And keep our location secret.”
Chris promised too, and then she had left, hugging all her friends goodbye. She didn’t want to make a whole parade of it, but Daisy had actually cried, and that had been hard to take, since it made her cry too, and then they were all crying because they were all women now and hormones were all over the place, especially with animal stuff in the mix. She took what supplies they offered, and she began to march down the mountainside, intent on finding . . . what?
She wasn’t sure. It had been four days now since she had left, and she had subsisted off of the grass and slept on the ground, her own fur and milk production keeping her warm. She had to milk herself, of course, and that was frustrating enough, but she was still producing more.
“What a waste,” she moaned, squeezing her milk out onto the forest floor. She’d tasted it earlier just to try it, and had been shocked at how sweet and wonderful it tasted. Chris was glad no one had seen her, but she understood why it was such a big hit in the Community.
“God, this sucks,” she said, sitting back down. She fondled her udder a little, her legs spread so that her dress hitched up to reveal it. “I can’t believe I miss them already. What the hell am I doing here? What the hell am I even going to do?”
Her breasts tightened; a sign of more milk being developed, and it actually made her chuckle this time.
“You girls never stop, do you? No wonder I’m so hungry all the time. At least my ass isn’t getting any bigger; it’s already big enough.”
The warm sun was starting to rise, and she could smell and hear the forest life around her. It really was beautiful around here, and part of her was proud with how far she’d come. She couldn’t exactly run easily without her udder slapping her thighs or her boobs trying to hit her in the head. The upper ones already weighed down the lower ones too much if she didn’t wear bras during part of the day. But she’d travelled a long distance down the mountain and into parts unknown, searching for something she wasn’t sure.
Clarity, she supposed.
It wasn’t the kind of thoughts that usually came to her. As a strong, masculine dude she’d not really focused on that kind of stuff. She’d just excelled, met hot girls, and gotten laid in a way that Doug - now Daisy - could only dream of.
“Not exactly going to be a hit with the ladies now,” she said to herself, chuckling again. “Though maybe some guys have particular tastes. Ooh, try my udder, boys! Suck on my four tits! Twice as many as a normal girl! I bet the fur is comfy too!”
She bit her lip, breathing heavily so that her four huge boobs rose and fell noticeably. She was just having a bit of dark humour, but now her thoughts went to Brett the bull. He was so tall, so powerfully built, and even if he was way too up front about wanting to have sex with her, he’d always respected her wishes not to. And her body really wanted to make calves with him; make him make her make a lot of milk.
“Mhmmooo,” she moaned, fondling her udder a little, imagining his hoof-hand upon it. “Could have had just one f-fuck before I left. Moo-aybe just a little moo-ounting just to get it out of my system.”
She sighed, unable to cool herself down. These were the thoughts she was trying to get away from, but instead they’d just followed her to a place where she couldn’t fulfil them. She knew that well; ‘moo-asturbation’ only got her so far, even when she could orgasm just from milking her own mammaries.
“Thought I’d have a plan by now.”
The government solving this was just a fancy dream. Chris may have not been an academic, but she wasn’t stupid. Roxy and Selina were right about that. And it wasn’t like she could just live alone forever. But she didn’t want to just be milked for eternity until her udder dried up. Surely life was more than just that?
“Moo-aybe . . . I could do some of the things Helga suggested. Learn how to cook - vegetarian, not meat. Ew. Or I could help organise stuff. I was the leader of our group before, maybe I could do something in leadership one day. Shit, I could start up sports games - these guys need a league.”
The thoughts swirled in her mind, and the peace of the mountain forest made it easier to achieve that clarity. Yeah, she could do that, right? It wasn’t like there was another place for her, and she was missing her friends already. Hell, she was missing Brett’s hooves upon her teats and the way he massaged them so nicely. She was even missing Helga, that weird maternal freak who had been so supportive at every stage. More than most of that, she was also just missing being useful. She had been praised for her good looks once, and for her athleticism. Well, Brett praised her looks still, but her athleticism was gone. But she did make milk, and people loved that. And she could help in other ways.
“I can find a place,” she said aloud, and her eyes went wide with the realisation of that. “Yeah, I can find a place,” she repeated.
It was a couple of hours later as Chris hiked back up the mountainside that she realised she had company. She didn’t have Daisy’s ears or Roxy’s nose or Selina’s eyes, but her bovine senses weren’t too bad.
“Who’s there!” she called.
“That’s her! I told you she was here.”
From the treeline came her friends, led forth by the excited Roxy, who dashed forward and jumped into Chris’ arms. The cowgirl easily caught her, and then Selina straight after that. It made her realise she was also a lot stronger than she had been, something she had ignored until now. Daisy followed after, wringing her paw-hands.
“I hope you don’t mind me,” she said nervously. “I can hop the highest but I’ll be careful. You know, what with babies and all.”
“What are you all doing here?” Chris asked, putting them down.
“We couldn’t let you leave,” Selina said, brushing her arm fur. “Not without trying to convince you to come back.”
“We miss you,” Daisy said. “I mean, you’re my wingman, dude. I can’t let you go.”
“We did this dare together,” Roxy said. “We should stick together. All of us.”
“How did you even find me?”
The girls all grinned to one another, and Chris just slapped her forehead, which set her boobs wobbling.
“Oh, why did I even ask. You and your sense of smell and sight and hearing and all that. I hope you didn’t hear me musing to myself.”
Daisy was otherwise quiet.
“We did have a little help, actually,” Selina admitted. “For the initial direction you were going. When it comes to us mutants, it turns out the best at tracking one is one of its own kind. So, um . . . I guess you can come out now, big fella!”
There was a rustling in the treeline, and then the treeline broke. Emerging from it came Brett, wearing his usual shorts and topless as ever, his mighty muscles clearly obvious beneath his fur, his horns proud and mighty, and his look quite boastful.
“Damn,” Chris said, her tail flicking in arousal just at the sight of him. Hell, even her udder teats were stiffening.
“He likes to put on a show, I notice,” Selina said. “Remind you of anyone?”
“Yeah, the me I used to be. He knows he’s hot. Damn it, is this an ambush?”
“It’s not, we swear,” Roxy said. “We just needed him. And he wanted to see you.”
Chris closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the revelations she’d had and the decisions of her friends.
“Okay, you guys start heading on up. I’ll come back to the Community. But I want to talk to the big moo-an here first. Okay?”
They could see the old Chris’ decisiveness returned, and they did indeed all back up, heading out of hearing - except for Daisy, but that was understandable. She’d need entire miles for that. The point was the feeling of privacy, and Chris got that as she marched up Brett and looked up at his huge bovine form. She placed her hands on her hips and deliberately thrust out her mammaries, even widening her stance so that her dress rode up a bit and showed off the impression of her milk-filled udder.
“You look good, Chris,” he said. “Real goo-”
“Listen up, Brett,” she said, interrupting him. “Because I’m only gonna lay the terms of this out once. I’ll come back to the Community and stay there, so well done, you win there. And - I can’t believe I’m saying this - when we finally get some private time I want you to fuck me. Fuck moo-ee hard.”
He went to say something but she held up a hoof-hand.
“I’m not your girlfriend, alright? Maybe I will be one day, who knows? But for now, I just want some damn relief. You can finally get that big bull dick of yours wet, and I can get what all my friends are having. That sound okay to you?”
He nodded. “That sounds amazing, Chris. Seriously.”
“Good, because I’ve got some conditions here. One, you moo-ilk me. That’s every day. You’re better at it, it’s nicer and quicker than the pumps, and, well, I fucking get off on it, alright? Think you can do that?”
Another nod. “I’d love to, Chris. You ask, and I’ll be there.”
“Good, because I’ll expect no less. For two, I also expect that if you do get me with calf, you damn well better be there. I’m not being some weird single mother cow lady. That’s why you’re gonna live in my cabin with me, like Ned and Daisy live together. And three, I’m not gonna be sitting around getting fucked and milked all day. I want to start a sports league, and you will help me. I also want a job other than making milk, but we’ll figure that out. Those are my conditions. Are you gonna butt horns with me on these?”
Brett shook his head slowly. “Not at all, Chriss.”
“That’s the last thing. Everyone else gets a name change. I’ll go by Cassie. You like that?”
He reached out and stroked her flank. It made her feel a lot of things.
“I do, Cassie. It suits you. I gotta be honest, this is way better than I’d hoped. You know I’ll treat you right. I promise.”
She sighed, checked her horizons, and decided she didn’t care anymore.
“I know you will, but it’s time to prove it. I’m so full of moo-milk and I’m not full of you. Want to fix both situations?”
Brett began to caress her large breasts, lowering one hand to pull a teat on her udder. She sighed as the milk expelled from it. It was a sweet, warm release.
“I’d love nothing more,” he said. “Cassie.”
It was just ten minutes later when Daisy heard the loudest moo in her life. Neither Roxy nor Selina caught it, but her ears twitched.
“What was that, Daisy?” Roxy asked.
“Oh, n-nothing. Just Chris coming to an, erm, arrangement, I guess. I think she’s gonna be happy.”
“Good,” Selina said, hugging both her friends easily, her black-furred body naked and proud. “I think we all are.”
To Be Concluded . . .
