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Content: TG/TF, mind control, suggestive, breast play, lactation

“Alright, this time I’ve got you dead to rights!” Damarcus bellowed as he burst into Neal’s bedroom.
“Shhh! I’m streaming, dude! Didn’t you see the On Air sign-”
“You not only drank all the milk, you drank straight from the jug!” Damarcus interrupted, shoving his phone in Neal’s face. It was footage from a hidden camera showing Neal raiding the fridge last night, opening the jug of milk and draining the last swigs of it before putting the empty jug back in the dorm fridge. “And you keep lying about doing it!” Damarcus continued accusingly. “Every time I confront you about it you blame Todd! That’s not cool, man! I don’t know how you did shit in your family, but in a dorm situation you need to trust your roommates!”
Neal was already talking into his mic to excuse the upcoming stream pause, then hit the hotkey that put up his ‘technical difficulties’ splash screen. Then he turned to deal with the intrusion. “Look, it’s no big deal, man! I just needed the protein and stuff after a workout. At least I wipe down the weight bench when I’m through with it! Nobody else here wants to wear your sweat like a cologne!”
“Drinking straight from the jug is worse than that, meat-head!” Damarcus shot back. “That’s an indirect kiss! It’s absolutely gross and unhygienic! Germs are-”
“Oh come on, bro!” Neal interrupted, trying to change the subject. “You drink more milk than me or Todd! Maybe now you’ll be more considerate-”
“That’s IT!” Damarcus shouted as he grabbed his roommate by the tanktop and hoisted him out of the gaming chair. “As long as we’re teaching each other lessons-”
“Bring it on!” Neal shouted back.
“GUYS!” Todd called from the hallway. “One more fight and we’re ALL getting kicked out!” He rushed in and used his own considerable strength to push the two other members of the college body-building team away from each other as they exchanged venomous glares. “And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but none of us can afford off-campus housing!”
“Maybe we should risk it anyway,” Damarcus said. “Too much testosterone in one place here. Especially with the milk-chugger’s juicing!”
“I EARNED ALL OF THIS THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY!” Neal snapped, reacting badly to the accusation of steroid use.
“You lie about the milk, you’ll lie about anything!” Damarcus retorted. “You lied about wiping down the equipment, too!”
“Oh is Big Brother filming me exercising now?” Neal sneered.
“GUYS!” Todd shouted, nearly blowing out his voice to be heard over the other two. He turned to Damarcus and pleaded. “C’mon man, you know what we talked about.”
“Yeah,” Damarcus said, regaining his composure now that he was reminded. “Yeah, yeah I think it’s time.” He glared at Neal as the two retreated back out into the small dorm living area.
Neal took a deep breath, relieved he wouldn’t have to try and fight around his gaming rig, and closed the bedroom door. He reconnected his headset and taking a minute to flex in his seat. Of course Damarcus and Todd would be jealous of his gains, he had inches on both of them. And yeah, he’d tried a little bit of anabolics lately to maintain that lead of them, but so what? All the pros did it.

“Sorry chat!” he said, clearing his throat and returning to the stream of about a dozen regulars, some of whom he knew for a fact were on campus. “Drama trauma. Some people just can’t adjust to living around others, you know? Anyway, back to Gamers’ Gym! Let’s see if there are…” He scrolled through the chat log and picked out a question. “Okay, Gymrattatta: ‘you still drink moo juice? Don’t they put they put girly hormones in that stuff?’ Alright, let’s address that. First of all, yes, I drink milk. Have you seen how much beef a cow puts on with that stuff? But there are studies out of Wisconsin that show milk is the ideal post-workout driiiiiNK-” he coughed to clear his throat as his voice cracked. “Eugh, ‘scuse me. Ideal post-workout drink, especially with some cocoa and extra sugar to replenish the carbs and minerals that you lose to SWEAT! Gah, what the?” Neal cried as his voice bubbled and broke into a high-pitched, squeaky squeal. He rubbed his throat and tried to get past whatever frog had taken up residence in there. “Sorry, too much yelling just now,” he said apologetically, not recognizing the voice that came out. He tried to continue the stream despite the setback. “Guess I got laryngitis or something? This is why it’s important to take care of yourself, my dudes. Your voicebox has muscles too and you don’t wanna blow ‘em out-”
But the chat was going wild as two of the regulars were posting something about ‘rainbow dash,’ whatever that was. “Sorry, I’ll try and keep this short,” he said, hoping to end the stream quickly and rest his voice. But even as he said the word ‘short,’ he suddenly had the weird feeling of falling and lightening that happens when riding down in an elevator. He brushed some hair out of his eyes and wondered why his chair’s piston had chosen that exact moment to give out. Then he realized his buzz-cut shouldn’t have flopped down into his eyes. “What the…?”
He has just enough time to guess that someone had plopped a clown wig onto his head when suddenly his chest seized up, squeezing his breath out in a ragged gasp that whistled through his constricted throat. The wig tickled his back weirdly as he tried to breath in and was thwarted. Pain wracked his body, his heart thudding like a machine gun, forcing blood through his flesh whether it had oxygen or not. The sensation of hot needles spread all over and his eyes glazed until his monitor was a dim, indistinct glow. Something weird was happening as his bulky frame seemed to simply evaporate in a cloud of heat and tingling jolts of electric energy. Even his ears were spasming at the side of his head.
Something sunk inside his pelvis and a weird, uncomfortable pulling dominated his overloaded awareness, followed by a pressure that pushed his hips outwards and bent his spine, first tilting it forward at the base and then backward again halfway up his abdomen. A the same time there was a painful, throbbing swelling in his lower back, right over his butt, that built and built until something popped and relieved the pressure. His shoes slipped off his feet somehow, and his tank-top shifted and seemed to change shape as it slid down his shoulders loosely, no longer stretched tight over his torso.
Air suddenly rushed back into his lungs as the squeezing of his ribcage released. He gasped for air, his vision swimming with dots that crawled across dim, panicked, oxygen-starved vision. He leaned forward to brace himself against the computer desk and spent five, ten, twenty seconds refueling his bloodstream with the biggest breaths he could draw… that were much smaller than they used to be. His vision slowly returned with the oxygen and he saw his hands looked cold and gray… no! Icy blue! Thin, emaciated, and blue as a corpse! How long had his breath been held?
“What the fuck just happened?” Neal asked, his voice sounding like some froggy tomboy’s. Shaggy hair in all colors hung down around his face, and his ears folded back which was an odd feeling. They were in the wrong spot, too. He looked up at the monitor for the streamcam inset and… didn’t recognize who he saw.
Some sort of rainbow-haired blue girl with cat ears. Slight of build, flat-chested, wearing a strapless shirt with poofy sleeve and black jean shorts that were very short indeed. Poking out from them were the largest part of her body, two long and slim blue legs that were perfectly smooth. And no crotch-bulge.
“Oh shit!” the blue girl blurted out as she pushed away from the desk to stand full-height, which was much lower than Neal remembered. She looked down at the alien body and twisted around, being greeted by a plume of rainbow hairs erupting from her lower back, in fact from right at the top of her buttcrack, in a small hole cut into the shorts. She twitched it and it responded by flopping to one side and then the other.
“AH! Chat are you seeing this??” the blue tomboy asked, turning back toward the monitor and scrolling desperately through the chat window. Oh yes, they’d seen it. Most of them were asking about the effect Neal had used, some were asking if this Rainbow Dash was going to be a new co-host and where Neal was, some were gushing about how cute she looked.
Her heart started thudding again as he was confronted with the reality of his transformation. In fact, it was running wild. Hard to breathe again. “No, not again!” he pleaded with a voice that wasn’t Neal’s.
Leaning forward against the desk, his body stopped responding to his signals and his chest warmed rapidly. He was suddenly hyper-aware of his nipples, throbbing and pulsing with forced urgency. His breathing, though not stopped, became shallow and quick. The pulsing feeling spread outwards from its two focal points and slowly encompassed the entire area of his chest. Aching, heated, swelling feelings dominated, against a backdrop of more acute agitation shooting through it like twin spiderwebs of electric wire, always shooting out new branches and running through his flesh like roots.
“Hnnng-haaaaaaah…” the quasi-feminine voice said lightly, unable to articulate the thoughts racing through Neal’s brain as he felt the puffy flesh pushing and pulling from his chest. His tortured nipples brushed against the loose fabric of the shirt that hung from his torso, then started pushing it out. Two small, low mounds filled out the soft material as if filling with water and stretching to accommodate it. Leaving no doubt what was growing unseen.
“B-br-bre-” Neal stuttered, finding the word slippery and resisting use. He gave up and let his pain dictate the way his squeaky voice expressed it as this body’s flesh continued to pour and flow into two spots, forcing the front of his chest to reshape itself.
Against the constant mental noise of the growing breasts, Neal’s head swam one more time as a kind of fogginess took hold, offering something in the way of distract. A dreamy, giddy mood fluttered through his brain like a curtain, draping over the scenery and hiding its exact details, leaving only a rough contour of self.

The feeling of material hugging sensitive breast-skin tightly accompanied the final throbbing push outwards, leaving only heavy, warm flesh hanging inert, packed tightly into the shirt and squished together where they hung down below a leaning blue body.
“What happened?” she asked as the the mental drapery began to withdraw, revealing what had been hidden from view in a gradual fashion. “What the buck just happened to me? Oh shoot!” she said as her attempt to stand up was burdened with the new projections’ mass hanging below. She tried again, weirded out by the feeling of her own breasts settling down against her ribcage for the first time. They were huge! Each one was nearly the size of her head! They wobbled and bounced like gelatin inside her shirt, whose buttons were now straining to keep them hidden. Buttons? Those weren’t there before…
“Chat, what’s going on?” she asked. “Do you see these buckin’ things?” She shook them demonstratively and the chat window went into overdrive. She didn’t even read the responses, instead pinwheeling around to the door, kicking her too-loose socks off as she stormed out into the dorm’s common area. Her bust was going nuts from all the sudden movement, but she barely cared.

“What did you two do to me?” she demanded of the empty common area. She tried the kitchen next and found her two roommates leaning against the counter, Damarcus holding a phone and Todd pointing at something on it. They looked up at the creaky tomboy voice and broke into broad grins.
“Holy shit, it really worked!” Todd beamed.
“Told you, bro,” Damarcus said, patting Todd on the shoulder. Both of them were gawking directly at her shirt, as if they could see right through it. They were a lot taller and broader than she remembered, their intentionally-developed masculine attributes suddenly seeming different from her own sense of her body. She tried not to get distracted.
“You two motherbuckers better undo this right bucking now!” she demanded. “And why the buck can’t I say ‘buck?’” she added, frustrated that her lips weren’t cooperating with her intended profanity.
“Say ‘anybody,’” Damarcus challenged her.
“Anypony. Wait, anypony.” She paused and mentally reviewed the syllables in her head, then deliberately ran them by her mouth one at a time. “An-ee-po-nee.” Her cheeks warmed up in humiliation when the two muscleheads stifled their laughter at her predicament. “Oh ha-ha, very funny. Change me back!” she repeated her demand.
“Hey Rainbow Dash,” Todd said, waving an empty gallon jug. “We’re outta milk.”

Every ounce of her anger was replaced in an instant, as if some secret panel in her mind’s palace rotated at the push of a button and swept the rage out into a hidden compartment and substituted… something else. The feeling was alien and foreign, so it took her a jumble of words to begin describing it.
My boys are out of milk. I need to get them milk. I need to give them milk. Milk. They need milk. Milk emergency. Milk milk milk milk need to give them milk. Can’t let them go without milk! Poor guys, gotta give them milk! My boys need their milk! They need me to give them milk.
Simultaneous with her sudden shift of emotional gears, her immediate sense of affectionate desperation to satisfy their wants, was a physical sensation taking hold of the front of her bust. Filling, flowing, swelling, glands kicking into high gear and churning out the good stuff with no ramp-up. Her body was responding with immediacy to the need of her roommates, her boys, cranking out the stuff they needed without hesitation.
All of this happened even before her angry expression could slacken. She quickly looked around and saw two empty glasses on the table in front of her. Perfect! Her blue legs walked her over automatically and she put her hands to either side of them on the table’s edge.

She looked at her boys expectantly.
“Well?” she asked, as if the next step was obvious. Todd and Damarcus exchanged a look, then walked over to take up position at either side of their reformatted roommate. Todd led the way by slapping his hand on her rump and using his other to undo the buttons holding her top together against the tension of her bust. Damarcus claimed her other buttcheek for himself and kneaded it firmly while putting his free hand on her shoulder and leaning in close to tickle her cheek with his goatee. To both of these liberties with her body she reacted with arousal and compliance, feeling no spark of resistance or offense strike up within her. Their hands felt nice, as did their affection. The whole operation was intimate and tender, so it seemed perfectly natural for them to get handsy.
Todd unfastened the last button and both he and Damarcus adjusted her top so that it it no longer obscured her blue bust, with its purple-pink nipples now stiffened and tightened into firm stubs studded with droplets of white fluid. With his free hand he fondled the breast on his side, adjusting his stance and fine-tuning his grip until he’d angled her nipple downwards, drops of milk dribbling onto the table. Suddenly he pressed the breast into itself and a streaming jet spurted out from the middle of the nipple and resonated against the wall of the glass, forming a white film as it trickled down into the bottom of the reservoir. She sighed.

“Don’t mind if I drink straight from the jugs, do you?” Damarcus asked upon seeing the relaxed look on her face. “Turnabout is fair play after all.”
“You mean foreplay?” Todd interjected with a laugh.
“I don’t mind,” the blue-skinned woman said quietly, a glazed look forming over her purple-pink eyes. She lifted her arm limply and let it drape across Damarcus’s shoulder as he hunched down, lifting her other breast up to his face. He blew lightly on it and was rewarded with a soft moan from the rainbow-haired gynopomorphic woman who, mere minutes ago, had been the largest of the three body builders in the dorm. Satisfied with the erotic docility of her reaction, he puckered up and slowly pushed his lips around the firm, rubbery nipple until he tasted the thin droplets of milk on the tip of his tongue. She moaned again, clearly enjoying the stimulation as he flicked his tongue back and forth playfully before sucking hard. Spurts of warm milk puddled in his mouth, bathing his tongue in sweet, almost sugary liquid that seeped from her pores with the combination of his suction and the pressure building up inside her own flesh.

“You know,” Todd said as he continued massaging and fondling her other breast to fill his from the blue and mauve fleshy tap in his hand, “I wanted to turn you into one of those hentai cow girls. The pony thing was Damarcus’s idea.”
“Pony?” she asked, somewhat distracted by the erotic groping and the weird, unfamiliar mood of needing to provide sustenance for her roommates. She was shifting weight on her hips as they continued squeezing her butt from either side and drawing milk from her chest. It was incredibly hot, but instead of the familiar kind of arousal she’d known as a guy, this was somehow more relaxing and entrancing. Like getting a massage. She felt her body loosening up even as her new womanhood tingled. And the overriding mood was one of peace and tranquility.
“Yeah, you know. Rainbow Dash?”
Was that her name? It seemed fit somehow, but she’d never heard it before. “Who?”
“From My Little Pony?” Todd continued, giving her breast a slow and firm squeeze as the glass reached half-full.
“I don’t watch that gay stuff,” she replied with languid sensuality, rubbing Damarcus’s shoulders while he continued suckling her with extra attentive tonguing. “How’d you two do this to me, anyway?” she asked, lolling her head back and parting her lips seductively.
“We put nanites from the science department in the last of that milk you drank,” Todd said with a grin. “Call it a booby-trap.”
“Heh,” she chuckled weakly. Her smile had nothing to do with the lame joke. “So it wasn’t girly hormones from the dairy after all.” Her sexy gasps filled out the space of another minute as Todd topped off his glass and took a swig, meanwhile Damarcus continued drinking straight from the tap. “So what now?” she asked, turning to offer both breasts to Damarcus now that Todd had taken his fill.
“To be honest, we haven’t planned that far ahead,” Todd said after taking a big gulp from his glass. “Guess we’ll just see what happens, and put you in milk-mode if you keep being an asshole.”
“Milk mode?” she panted, lightly scratching Damarcus’s back as he knelt in front of her and went from one tit to the other.
“Yeah, like right now. All we gotta do is say ‘we’re outta milk’ or something like that and you go into milk-mode. How’s it feel, by the way?”
“Mmmmm, real good,” she said without hesitation. “Like being buzzed and stoned and horny and sleepy all at once.”
“Nice.”

“No, gamerguns-sixty-nine, the hormones thing is a myth,” Rainbow Dash said to her chat, which now numbered in the hundreds of regulars with thousands of lurkers. “It’s just the fat and protein, like, if you already have enough in your diet then too much milk will put you over that line, you know? Calories in, calories out.”
“Hey Rainbow! You keep leaving your wet bras on the weights!” Damarcus bellowed from the hallway.
“Dude! They’ve gotta air dry! Anything else you want to interrupt my stream with?” she said, annoyed.
“Yeah! We’re outta milk!”
“Oh,” Rainbow Dash replied, feeling every shade of anger drain away to be replaced with warm, fuzzy sentiments. Pressure began building up in her chest. “Gotta go, chat. My boys are thirsty.”

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