Someone (Cece) messes with Mooddie’s stream. Breast expansion, butt expansion, cowgirl TF, and lactation.
“Hey everybody! Mooddie coming at you for another Milky Monday stream!” She waved. “Well… hold on.” With a snap, Maddie’s ears reshaped and her horns grew. The witch reached behind herself and pulled her tail out of her leggings, and the camera operator zoomed in on the dark splotches staining her sweater.
“Moooooo! That’s better!” She smiled and fluttered her ears. Without input from her, Mooddie’s top and bra flew off. “What the heck?” The pumps seemingly animated themselves and flew towards her nipples, attaching themselves and starting up. “Oh-hhh gah- moooooo!”
The intercom in the stable piped up. “It’s just me, Cece, having some fun! And now I’m here to tell your viewers that they can donate to the ranch to blow up your curves! Just specify tits or ass on checkout!”
“Oh no,” Mooddie muttered as she felt her curves beginning to surge already. Her tits had a sizeable head start, but both them and her booty were plumping up, and the milk pumps began to work overtime.
“Don’t worry Mads, I already switched your pumps to flow into one of the mega-cow sized tanks! Have fun!”
“Myouuuuuuuu cow harlot!” Mooddie slumped into her growing udders as the donations poured in, pushing her to bigger and bigger sizes. Beyond beach balls her tits grew, pulling her chest to the floor. Her arms splayed out on top of her gigantic boobs, her ass thickening behind her. The camera moved as Mooddie’s leggings burst off, circling around to focus on her breasts. The ranch workers started up a picture-in-picture camera, keeping the inset camera to follow her nipples as the pumps picked up with her growth.
Mooddie’s face was flushed as her udders grew bigger than she was. The boom operator brought the mic in close enough to pick up her mewls. “M-mooo… so- good… keep growing, keep milking… please…” Donations skyrocketed, and Mooddie began to grow so much she was pushing the film crew back; they scurried backwards, keeping the stream going, until the room was running out space. As they got out of the stable, Mooddie’s tits filled the room, the pumps magically resized to stay attached to her gigantic nips.
Cece giggled behind the crew. “I guess it’s time to end the donations, then! We can leave the little witch in there until she’s dry, though.”
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