“Uh, Lulubelle? I should be feeling less full after a milking, right?”
Lulu shook her head in exasperation. Always the brown cow was putting up with those dumb questions of hers, and this one in particular felt specifically lame.
“Yeah, no duh, Annabelle. Your stomach should be on empty, just like this- “
Lulu went to poke Anna in the white bovine’s flat belly, only to be met with a surprising amount of resistance. If Lulu didn’t know anything, she’d felt like she was digging her finger into the side of a bounce house, and the unexpected sensation left both of the dairy cows somewhat speechless.
Up until Lulu started to feel what Anna was feeling. A distinct fullness working its way into her middle, making her suddenly feel like she’d drank everything that was milked out of her just minutes ago. What was odder was how her stomach didn’t feel heavy with feed or even gas; no, her stomach felt light, yet so unmistakably full…
The two cowgirls watched in horror as their stomachs began to expand, pushing inch by inch into a prominent potbelly for the each of them.
“What the?” cried Lulubelle, searching in instinctive fear to find a reason for the sudden rapid bloating. “Annabelle, what did you do?!”
“I didn’t… I didn’t do anything…” replied Annabelle, the snow-white cow sounding twice as scared as Lulu could hope to muster. The milk cows clutched their stomachs, feeling stuffed to the brim and yet hungry enough to eat a horse. On and on their bellies ballooned, travelling through mock pregnancies at the rate of a month each ten seconds. Soon the cows were berating each other, plump ballguts attached to their frames like bowling balls in perfect racks.
“I just know you had some hand in this!” yelled Lulu, patting her gut for emphasis. “We look like prize pigs, and yet we’re still growing!” The high pitch of her voice could almost be mistaken for hysterics.
“I.. I don’t know..” was all Anna could respond with, twirling her hair sheepishly. Her voice, too, could be mistaken for bawling. Yet a trained ear could tell that stress and strain weren’t stopping their voices from climbing the octaves.
Nor could it stop their bodies from joining in on the fun afforded to their tightening tummies. Anna’s thighs were swelling, pressing together underneath the once-thin cow’s gut. Her ass was plumpening up steadily too, cheeks bloating to match her stomach and forming luxuriously taut curves. Lulu, in contrast, was growing rather top-heavy first, her tiny tits gorging into proper balls that threatened to take over her chest space. While her limbs were also thickening steadily, most of her build was bloating into a sort of apple-shape, her gut on full display as it stuck out above her slick crotch.
“Grrr… I can hardly think straight because of you!” cried Lulu, the brown cow beginning to feel lightheaded. “Start kissing me, right now!”
“…K-Kissing you?”
“I don’t care what you do, just help me release this gas somehow! I’m swelling up like a parade float, and it’s making so horny I can barely think straight!”
Anna gave a crude salute, and smushed her body against Lulu’s with a dull *thunk*. It didn’t matter if she felt like she ate every bag of feed in the state, when Lulu needed to get sucked and fucked, she got what she wanted. In an instant the women were muzzle-to-muzzle, smooching fervorously as they frotted their bellies against one another. These women were *full*, and they were gonna have to do something about it if they wanted to regain lucidity. Lulu’s hooves reached back behind Anna, sinking into that plush white ass and feeling it jiggle.
“Damn, Anna,” moaned Lulu between pecks, “Where’d you learn to bloat like this?”
Anna didn’t respond, far too transfixed on Lulu’s gas-addled knockers to be of much of an answerer. Lulu’s breasts were on track to outpace her cannonball of a gut, brown orbs looking far riper than any watermelon could boast- and ten times as delicious. Anna found herself kissing down Lulu’s neck, trying to make a nonverbal argument for why she had to take a taste for herself. Soon she was actively sucking her coworker off, slurping at a nipple and continue to bloat as if gallons of frothy milk were pouring down her throat at double-speed.
Both of these hot air bovines were really starting to inflate now. Each kiss, each suckle, each ill-timed belch seemed to contribute to the constant flow that was pounding each of the ladies’ pleasure centers. The two went from BBW to SSBBW, to the point that you could possibly add a few more “super”s after that to properly describe them. Where their obesity should have drooped, it held steady and firm in the sunlight, arms and legs filling up like pool toys while their bellies did their best impressions of the rising sun.
Really, it was only fit to cut the chatter and call these ladies balloons, right? That’s all they were becoming, big thick bashful blimps that put any prize-winning pig to shame in their seeming gluttony. Lulu and Anna were getting pushed away from each other by their ever-inflating bulk, growing apart and yet growing ever so much lustful. Anna couldn’t focus on anything more than her coworker’s snatch- Lulu likewise just wanted someone to rub her tummy and plow her clit until she released everything in her in one feel swoop.
“Lulu, please, I need to feel you fuck me.” said Anna, tears of ecstasy streaking her bloated muzzle.
“Then *make me*, you bovine blimp bitch.” Replied Lulu, flaunting her gargantuan gut.
Lulu was tackled by a streak of spherical ivory, the two practically flying across the farmyard and bouncing multiple times from the impact. The pair somersaulted around, Anna wasting no time shuffling herself into a crude 69 as soon as they landed. Of course, it was more of a 00 with the way their curves had shifted their physiques, but it no doubt meant that each woman had access to a lot more to touch- namely their vaginas. Something in Lulu told her to respect her partner’s muff, to feel up and down it before she tongued at it; Anna didn’t do the same in the slightest, going at Lulu’s juices like she was trying to speed up her inflation by drinking down cum. Soon Lulu was howling helium-laced screams of joy into Anna’s pussy, and as soon as she could get her bearings she was soon fighting Anna for the crown of “Most Aggressive”.
Of course, none of this stopped either of them from growing. It was a good thing they were both laying relatively flat, as their bloated limbs were now becoming harder and harder to bend as helium gas fluffed them taut. Their guts flubbed together like beanbag chairs as Lulu’s ass raised both of them into the air. The two of them had lost their minds completely to a heliumy siren’s song- they couldn’t tell that they were positively weightless, and they couldn’t care. Each playful kiss and horny thrust were batting them at the ground like a palm tree in a rainstorm, dramatic movements that served to make the two copulating cows bounce higher and higher against the ground.
Until they weren’t. One bounce too many perhaps, but it didn’t change how the upward lift the two cowgirls were experiencing wasn’t stopping. They rose into the air, still suckling on each other’s crotches. Neither of them noticed until they realized they were drifting away from one another’s pussy.
“Lulu? Where are you going?” asked Annabelle innocently, her register off the charts in terms of how high-pitched it was.
“Get back here and fuck me up!” Cried an equally high-pitched Lulu. The swollen brown orb of a cow was now really pushing the shape of a hot air balloon, though her big balloon boobs were certainly sticking out loud and proud. Anna, on the other hand was discernibly more pear-shaped in how much more rotund she was, asscheeks on perfect display from an otherwise milk-white sphere.
The two’s hides were creaking with pain and pleasure in equal amounts, causing both of them to squeal and pant with excitement. They weren’t being touched now, but as they drifted skywards their expansion was leaving them so god damned full that they couldn’t help but get off to it. Even now their pussies throbbed with excitement, getting them so burningly close to completion that they couldn’t help but wail….
“Ahhhhhh! I’m a big fat blimp!”
“I’m even bigger, I’m a fucking gas giant!”
Two leaks were sprung, cow balloons cumming hard as they flew over the rooftops and into the atmosphere. There wasn’t much left to process now, only that they were going up, freefalling into nothingness and growing tighter every step of the way.
**Pwunk** went Lulu’s belly button as it inverted from an innie to an outie. The cow wasn’t just full, she was maxed out in every possible way, from her blimped face to her endless curve of an ass. **Pwunk** went Anna’s navel as it responded likewise, signifying that she had gas glutted to her absolute limits. More than ten feet across each, the two cow balloons could sense nothing but helium pounding into them with reckless abandon.
“I’m the biggest, roundest balloon of a heifer around!” squeaked Annabelle, blushing with an adamant love for own rotundity.
“No you aren’t, *I’m* the biggest!” cried Lulubelle, herself a colossal air balloon with possibly ten times the self-admiration.
“Oh yeah? Well I’m the biggest by far, so there!”
“No, I am!”
“No, **I** am!”
“NO, I AM-“
Lulu’s hollering was interrupted by a dull, roaring drone building up within her and Anna’s hide. The cows’ eyes went wide; they could feel immense pressure rising with the noise, growing firm until it felt like the girls were filled with solid concrete. Yet they were still expanding…
“Uh oh…” went Annabelle and Lulubelle, before a second later the noise filled out into a wonderous crescendo. A second after that came the mother of all pressure spikes, gas flying out of just about every orifice the two bovines had. A second after that? Well, the two heifers felt pure nirvana rumbling through their entireties-
**BANG**
**BANG**
-before they then ceased to be entirely, exploding into bits of brown and white steer with a thundering boom.
Now, was there a lesson to be learned here? Probably not, but I’m sure after getting all their pieces put back together, Annabelle and Lulubelle would learn a lot about not randomly inflating in the middle of the barnyard again. Or maybe they’d just have sex again, who knows, really. Cows are big dumb idiots like that.
END