#boycow

[debu-neko-kun]

Sammy’s Formula

Short second-person weight gain and moo-cow TF; I kept it pretty gender neutral, since everyone can be fat and moo-y. Anywho, is this my first story in several years starring my boy Sammy? Yes. Is he going to make you a giant obese milky cow? Also yes. Enjoy! “Alright darlin’, drink up when you’re ready!” 

The wide, green-haired moo-boy stood in front of you, his sizable hips taking up most of your view of the back of the spacious barn-turned-laboratory. An excited grin is plastered on his chubby face; his fat-heavy arms jiggle as he hands you a cup. It’s a regular clear plastic cup labeled “Serum B”, the pink liquid contained within smelling strongly of sweet cream and strawberries. 

“I’ll be filmin’ this for scientific record, just like we talked about; that still okay, sugar?” 

You nod. You’d come this far, traveling all the way out here to Sammy’s Sunshine Dairy, answering an ad calling for volunteers to help with a product trial. You skimmed it, noticing that It promised 500 dollars, and with Sammy being a reputable local business owner that specializes in weight-boosting milkshakes and products for moo-boys, you figured it was easy money. Taste testing for 500 bucks? Yes please. Besides, Sammy’s calm and friendly demeanor instantly put you at ease, which made it all the easier to say yes.

With one last little breath, you bring the cup to your mouth. As soon as it hits your tongue, your senses are awash with sweet, fresh strawberry flavor; it’s like the best strawberry ice cream you’ve ever had, but somehow better. You can’t help yourself and take another big gulp, then another and another.. Before you know it, you’re standing in the middle of the room holding an empty cup. Sammy beams at you from behind the camera. 

“I reckon that means you liked it.” he chuckles, shifting his stance to get a better angle with the camera, black skirt riding up to expose a considerable amount of his girthy cheeks. If he noticed, he didn’t say. “Lemme know if ya feel anything yet.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, your gut rumbles loud enough to echo across the walls. You put your hand to your stomach, a little embarrassed; maybe dairy wasn’t quite agreeing with you today. As you hold your hand there, you begin to notice something; your shirt is shifting beneath your grip, sliding and bunching, tightening around your middle… and that’s when you feel the mass of your belly growing out, pushing your hand away as it thickens and softens into a proper belly right before your very eyes.

“Woah, that’s fast! Didn’t expect it to go so quick, sugar. Should stop right about… now.” Sammy spoke. 

You watch in stunned silence as the soft swell of flesh begins to peek out beneath your shirt, the fabric unable to cover it any longer; a small sliver quickly turns into a wide patch of exposed flesh. You can feel a strange soothing warmth as the rest of your body begins to rapidly soften like rising bread, pants pulling tight around your growing cheeks, underwear receding, shirt sleeves gripping the dipping lard-wings you’re developing. 

“U-Uh, any second…” Sammy shuffles nervously, watching you grow fatter and fatter. 

What was that stuff? What’s happening? These questions escape your lips as your chest fills out like water balloons stuck on a milk spigot, blowing up and up, nipples perfectly visible through the tightening fabric, growing faster than the rest of you to catch up; the sudden onslaught is too much for the shirt, and it begins to tear from the collar straight down the middle. 

“W-Wait, didn’t ya read the advertisement?” Sammy speaks, a look of confusion now mixing with mild panic. “It said you’d be testin’ my new line of moo formula; y’know, like the formula that turns ya all chubby and cow-like? This was supposed to be the beginner dose, but it looks like ah might have… well, overshot it…” 

Your pants are the next to go, a catastrophic failure beginning with the sudden rupture of the seat of your pants and culminating in so many ripped and snapped seams you were rapidly left standing in just your underwear. The camera captures your enormity in frame, from your bare rolly thighs that squish together in silken flows to the gut dipping down and encroaching on their territory, to your bra-obliterating breasts that encroach on your belly in turn. As if turning into a parade blimp weren’t enough, you feel a warm, numb tingle on your head like running water; reaching up, you can feel two cow horns poking out of your skull, nubby and short, but otherwise sitting amongst your hair like they’d always been there. You turn your head, fat cheek pressing into shoulder in an effort to look at your couch-filling ass, and feel two fuzzy new cow ears flopping against your cheek. 

You reach out to your belly with lardbag arms as thick as bed pillows and place your dimpled hands on the gut that grows, and grows, and grows some more… you feel your back fat touch the shelf of an ass that has by now outgrown even your underwear and you shiver; everything on you is softening, drooping, widening, filling, touching, jiggling. The sensations are almost overwhelming, but… 

It’s not bad? 

Not something you’d thought you’d think, given the circumstances, but it was true. You felt like you had just crawled beneath a comforter straight out of the dryer, or slipped into a hot tub: only the hot tub is *you*, your girthy circumference and sheer volume certainly enough to fill one at least. 

“Oh, it looks like it’s slowin’ down… a-at least, ah hope so…” he mumbled in his thick southern accent, looking more than a little embarrassed himself over his formula error. 

You confirm his suspicion: the growth is finally slowing, the last pounds creeping in at close to solidify you as a nearly spherical ball of lard. But just as it stopped, a tingle began at the peaks of your breasts; you pat at them, hammy arms squishing them together as you work to try to soothe the tingle. 

The tingling builds and builds until finally, like a dam breaking, streams of milk begin pouring down your breasts, tickling your belly before dripping to the floor.

“W-Well… if’n you want, ah can just… pay ya now and send ya home with some of my pajamas…” Sammy spoke sheepishly. “But bein’ that large, might be a little bit of an adjustment… ah can always set you up a room in the farmhouse, let ya work here for a while if you’re interested. Long as you want, ‘till you’re adjusted to bein’ a cow– seein’ as it’s permanent an’ all– or just for as long as you wanna work ‘round here as a dairy cow. What’ya say? You want to hang around?” 

You grip your belly and let out a long, happy moo. 

“Good enough answer as any, I reckon.” 

[corruptedhellbait]

squishable boycow ready to be bred

moo :3

(it/its)

[eldrigeonsss]

The way I draw Amber in different AU’s

Princess AU (heralded by Sierra, Syren, Lex, Spooky and more) her design is top tier and she’s beautiful as always, definitely would hug her. I wanna draw her more.

Normal Ethersea, for the normal ethersea enjoyers. She’s sharp, and big, and imposing and grinning at all hours of the day. Her design is captured in my muscle memory. Scar is from the childhood flashback we get, with the broken window and her little brother and dad. I forget to draw it 50% of the time.

Cowboy Au (lovingly called the Boycow) idk dudes I made this when I was sick and delirious and high off of medicine but it’s actually really good I have a bit of writing for it. She’s seen horrors, and she grins only as an intimidation tactic. Her name is smeared in the mud. Also she’s a Clackelroy because I am an Amber Gris Clackelroy daughter of Mint Clackelroy truther. Her cheek scar is larger, a bit more pronounced against her features, caused in the incident that started her spiral into becoming an outlaw.

[dreastmilk]

👀

[nikkilbook]

You know, the degree to which I am trying to figure out how the homebrew options and general D&D mechanics of dndbeyond because I genuinely have a hard time keeping track of even just basic game play options without the help of The Robot Friends is kind of funny, given that the end goal in this situation is to allow my 3ft-long magpie artificer made of living jewelry be a cowboy and ride its steampunk slightly-smaller-than-average elk-shaped steel defender into battle to save a town in the Wild West wielding a firearm that it cannot actually aim properly without the aid of said steampunk elk defender friend GIVEN THAT IT HAS NO THUMBS AND ITS WINGS ARE MADE OF KNIVES

[welele]

Boycow

[cvntyboylove-666]

I'd love to make you my personal boycow. First, I'll fuck you long and hard to mold your cunt around me, and give you the first few breedings. If you prove to be a good breeder and it takes, only then will I claim you with a new collar.

Even before your tits swell with milk, I'll hook you up to pumps for practice, and fuck you full of cum every day. Every day, your ass will get a little fatter, your tits more swollen and sensitive, and your pussy more accommodating to me.

After a few months, even the stimulation of wearing a shirt becomes too much, as the slightest friction on your nipples sends you into a cock-drunk horny spiral. By the time you're ready to pop, you'll be a proper breeder, and I can't wait to taste how sweet the reward is.

Fuck this is hot. You'll have to break me in first, stretch out my tight boycunt so it until it becomes the perfect sleeve for your cock, get me used to being bred and filled with cum. Pump me full everyday and plug me up until it takes, then collar me like the good cow I'm about to become. At first the pumps are uncomfortable, and I squirm, but you just remind me to be good and that soon I'll have big milky cow teets and it'll feel so good. Eventually I start to notice how much easier it is when you fuck me, how puffy my boycunt has gotten, how plush my ass is, how much more sensitive my boytits are becoming. It gets me so wet and horny when I realize my tits are getting bigger that I beg you to breed me again. Pretty soon I can't wear anything, and my once small boytits hang massive and heavy over my belly, nipples fat and nearly ready to milk. Every time they brush against something I'm instantly wet and desperate, I can't imagine how much hornier I'll be when I'm getting milked everyday. Any day now you'll squeeze my tits and milk will stream out, you've made me into such a good dairy cow <3

[50shadesofoctarine]

BoyCow Crowley!

From the @gleafer prompt: "Crowley riding a mechanical bull on a dare from Aziraphale!"

@goodomensafterdark (Remember to tag GOAD in your own art people!! They're here to support GOAD artists!!!)

[milkygothgf]

I think Tumblr ate my previous ask

I'm kinda in a subby hucow mood

Would you help a poor horny boycow out by saying what you might do to him while he's in this state?

Or maybe what you would have him do to you?

(I'm a pre-op trans guy good with any terms for my anatomy)

-❤️‍🔥👑

Omg how cuuuuute please come here cute horny boycow my udders have been aching to be sucked lately. Lay in my lap and milk me while I play with your dick? Moo with my tits shoved in your mouth and bite down when I make you cum?<333

[mooestriovermind]

I want to be a pretty boycow for you so bad~

Hypnotize me~

Make my udders leak~

Put me in a machine that milks me and breeds me at the same time~

Watch or participate if you want~

-👑🖤

:>

You're real cute, hon. Gonna have to milk those udders until they're sore, hm? Maybe milk that mind, too, until all that's left is raw, unfettered devotion.

I look forward to having my time with you, dear.

[magnificent-dead-end]

i boycow your cowboy

[equizart]

The only ones that can judge our actions are ourselves

From left to right:

@/boycow

@derekaridraws

@billfrancois

@/elisastanis_art

@qnerdi

@/rosiesakura

@/snubby25

@/batdanzart

@/berylkaiser

Me

@derekaridraws again

[ohboyowen]

cowboy in the streets, boycow in the sheets

[anglophile-alfred]

Who will be Alfred's cowboy boycow boyfriend friendboy? And maybe even....cowboy husband? 👀

[bluemoonperegrine]

Hat tip to @disgustinggf for the "more than just a hater" text post and @boycows for the "just rolled my eyes" one

[rabbiteclair]

the number of google hits for "catboy boycow" is steadily rising now. what have I done