The Cow Hypnotist

Bird PT 3

Whenever they get there, he quietly unlocks his door, revealing an ordinary looking house. As they both walk in - Lizzie walking in behind them - she notices all of the decorations everywhere.

So he's some kind of decorator? She thinks, scratching her ear, Maybe I should ask?

Right when they sit down, however (and right before she could ask), he breaks the ice in the room and asks the obvious.

      "How do you manage to walk with that thing in between your legs?" Oneal asks, referring to her utters.

      Taken aback by his sudden question, she answers, "I-It's easy to get used to," She nervously looks around the room. "What a beautiful place. Are you a decor-"

      "Did it myself," He continues to look at her utters, "Do your utters grow on command?"

      "No," She says, getting kind of annoyed, "It happens randomly. I hate it when that happens, though."

       "I see..." He puts his hand to his chin, hatching a "great" idea. "Are you hungry by any chance? I could make you something to eat if you like"

      "I am a bit peckish." She rubs her stomach as he gets up off the couch, leaving her alone.

Quietly, and sneakily, he heads outside to grab several blades of grass, Lizzie not hearing the door shutting and opening. What she does hear is a ton of racket coming from the kitchen, pots and pans clanging and clashing, and then a timer for something goes off, making Lizzie curious.

Finally, he comes back in with an extremely large cake. The cake itself looked very peculiar. Instead of being nice and smooth, it's very lumpy and has spikey edges on almost every side of the frosting.

      "I'm back. I made this cake for you," He places the plate on the coffee table, sitting down in the process.

      "Are you sure you don't want any? I mean, it is a three-layered cake."

      "I'm not hungry. Besides, I wanna make sure you've had enough to eat before I dig in," He kisses her cheek, her expression one of disgust.

      "Alrighty then..." She gulps as she slices a piece off. She places the little slice of cake onto the paper plate that she had gotten, puts her fork into the cake, and eats it. Somehow, her mind switched from "wanting to leave" to something completely different and she loses control.

       This is delicious! She thinks, taking more bites of the slice, I need more!

      With her utters and apatite growing, she eats the first layer with ease. Oneal grins as he looks down and sees her utters and breasts growing like crazy. He puts his feathery hand on the utter and squeezes it a bit, blushing.

      It 's so smooth...

She eats another piece as her utters and breasts begin to fill up with milk, putting on a little weight in the process.

      "Moooo!" She yells with delight as her clothes seem to be getting tighter and tighter on her. Her utters continue to grow along with her stomach. Feeling a little horny, he casually puts his arms around her belly, feeling it grow more and more.

      She finishes the cake with bigger utters, a bigger stomach, and bigger breasts. She doesn't know what all happened with her body. So, she lets out a loud belch,  rubbing her stomach and falling asleep.

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She wakes up, finding herself unable to move. No matter how hard she tries, moving left , right, up, down, and even forwards, she just wouldn't budge.

       "What happened? Why can't I move?"

      "You had a good apatite. You ate the cake."

      She looks to see her breasts were a G cup and that her utters were huge, along with her belly, of course. She looks to be nine months pregnant with quintuplets.

      "Oh, my God!" She yells, poking at her belly, "How come you didn't stop me?"

       "Well, I thought it was sexy and I couldn't help myself." He taps his fingers together and blushes. "I'm sorry..."

     "It's ok..." She says in an annoyed tone,  "But, how am I supposed to get up? My - well - everything is too big for me to even move!"

      With a slight smirk, he mutters: "Milking?"

"That seems like the only option." She sighs. There was no other way to go about this.

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"Where could she be?!" Mary had been looking around the park for maybe two hours and hasn't spotted Lizzie anywhere, "Maybe she went with Oneal to his house! Oh, how I can't stand that guy! Showing off his muscles and thinking he's all that!" She makes fists with her hands in irritation. "I guess the only way to find her is to use the tracking device."
      As she gets into her car, she sets the navigation for Lizzie. She had recently installed a tracking device into Lizzie's phone so that if anything happened to her, she'd know where to find her.

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After about 30 minutes of driving, she finds herself at a white, 2 story house. She checks her GPS to make sure that it's the right place. Sure enough, that's where Lizzie's phone was at.

       "This must be it."

as she gets out of her car, she checks out the lawn. It is a bit untidy but well kept. There is a massive pond at the side of the house that looks to have fish in it. Finally, she reaches the doorstep. She rings the doorbell, hearing lots of footsteps inside as if they were running to the door.

      "Hello?" Oneal answers the door, a little out of breath by the looks of him.

      "Is Lizzie here with you?"

"Yeah-..." She whispers, walking up behind Oneal.

      "LIZZIE!" Mary hugs her, accidentally squeezing her a bit too hard, "Don't leave me like that! I was worried!"

      "I'm sorry..."

Mary looks at the top of Lizzie's shirt. Her breasts seemed to be 2 cup sizes bigger, as she could tell through the massive amount of cleavage spilling out.

    "What happened?" She pulls away. "Your boobs are huge!"

      "It's a long story," She then turns to Oneal. "I have to go."

     "It's cool," He replies, "See ya tomorrow on our date?"

"Actually, that won't be happening," Lizzie glares at him, "After everything you've done tonight, I don't think I ever want to see your bird brain again. So stay away from me. Got it?"

Oneal sighs and rubs his neck, "Y-Yeah. I get it..."

"Alright then. So long."

Mary and Lizzie then both walk away from the house... For good.