Mad Cow Titties: Chapter Two: Spread


"Good evening, I am Lisa Lavender reporting to you live from Vale." Lisa announced as the camera panned towards her. Her expression was schooled and neutral as she self-consciously adjusted her blouse and suit top.

She wasn't exactly used to the new, larger bra size she had to purchase and was somewhat self-conscious. But Lisa was a professional, she was Vale's top news anchor and she had always prided herself on her standards and conduct.

Though she was not an actress, she still had that principle of "the show must go on." She had a duty to the people of Vale to inform them of what was happening in the world.

"The Council of Vale's state of emergency to deal with the outbreak of the VACCAD-82 pandemic has been criticised by various Holstaur advocacy groups as reactionary and as discrimination. The Vale Holstaur Alliance has held several demonstrations outside of the Council's chambers to protest the continued state of emergency.

"The CVDC would like to remind everyone that VACCAD is highly contagious and if you develop any of the following symptoms to isolate yourself and avoid contact: Soreness in the breast tissue. A general increase of bust size…


Yang whimpered as Blake lavished her breasts with gentle creases of her tongue. Swirling it around the nipple, before gently leaving sucking kisses to the sensitive flesh. Her hands ran through Blake's long, silky, midnight black hair as small gasps of pleasure and delight escaped from her mouth.

"You're really enjoying them aren't ya?" Yang grinned as Blake gave one of her heavy tits a squeeze.

She winced. Her breasts were still sore. She didn't know why, it had just been an ongoing issue over the past week or so.

Thankfully she had Blake. A kind and caring girlfriend who was never going to say no to giving Yang's breasts a gentle massage. If that led to other things, well that was just an added bonus.

Blake let Yang's nipple go with a wet plop, her amber eyes filled with concern. "You okay babe?"

Yang nodded with another wince as she hefted her breasts. "They're still pretty sore. Just be a bit more careful with the girls."

Blake frowned as she slowly massaged the tender flesh. Gently, carefully, easing her fingers down the large swell and to the nipple, slowly easing the discomfort from her girlfriend's sore, tender flesh.

Yang grinned as she sighed. "Yeah… that's good. Mmmm more of that Kitty-kat."

"Have you been to the doctor?" Blake asked finally, "you've been sore for almost a week."

Yang rolled her lilac coloured eyes as she leaned up to give Blake a teasing kiss.

"They wanted to know if I was pregnant." Yang laughed as she eased back down and closed her eyes. "Pregnant! Can you believe it?"

Yang's hands travelled down to Blake's hips, causing her to gasp and arch her back as she cupped her ass.

"Who's gonna get me pregnant anyway?" Yang grinned as she squeezed her girlfriend's ass. "Jaune? Pyrrha would probably kill me. Yatsu? He's got his hands full with Velvet and Coco would probably have a… cow."

Yang grinned at Blake's groan, half of annoyance, half of pleasure.

"Yang! That was bad even for you." Blake chidded as Yang hooked her thumbs into Blake's skirt and slowly pulled them down.

"Oh sush." Yang grinned as she pulled Blake by the hips and pulled her over her mouth. Her tongue playing with Blake's lips. "Now… does my sweet little Pussy need's her pussy licked?"

Blake could only mewl as Yang dived into her sex and lapped at the juices that flowed from her girlfriend. As Blake rolled her hips with every stroke of Yang's tongue, pushing deep into her core, Yang couldn't help but smile.

Yang was happy. She was content. Life was good.


Yang was angry. Her bra no longer fit, it was painful and dug into her flesh and what was worse. No one believed her.

"I'm telling you they've gotten bigger!" Yang shouted angrily as she squeezed her breasts together for the small crowd in the women's change room. "See?"

"I think you might be exaggerating a bit." Pyrrha said gently as she attempted to calm the agitated blonde.

"I know my tits Cereal girl." Yang shot back, as she grabbed Pyrrha's towel and pulled it down, exposing her breasts.

"See?" Yang asked as she pulled Pyrrha into a hug, squishing their breasts together. "Mine weren't that much bigger than yer's a few days ago!"

"Yang!" Pyrrha squealed, as she pushed away, her face almost as scarlet as her hair.

"But you saw?" Yang turned to the other girls, "they're bigger!"

"No need to rub it in." Weiss huffed as she dried herself. "Not all of us are so blessed in that department."

"I'dunno…" Ruby spread her hands apologetically, "they don't look bigger to me. I think you might just be a little bit on edge. Or maybe stressed with the midterms coming up."

"What's going on?" Coco asked, as Yang looked up to see the older woman strut into the change room. Her hooves clicked against the tiled floor and her ears flicked with amusement. Her horns were decorated with bands of coloured silk, but other than that, she was completely naked. She smiled as she caught the eyes of the other girls looking at her own exposed tits, and the dark pebbles of mocha that leaked from her puffy, sensitive nipples.

"Yang think's her boobs got bigger." Velvet explained, from where she stood off to the side, her left foot thumping against the tiled floor.

"They have!" Yang was adamant, "look mine were bigger than yours, Coco before that whole Holstaur thing."

Like with Pyrrha she grabbed hold of Coco, who let out a surprised moo and pulled her into a tight hug, pushing the swell of their breasts together.

"See! They're now as big as yours!" Yang insisted, ignoring the heat of Coco's tits and the feel of Coco's milk as it dribbled down her flesh.

"I think ya might be exaggerating a bit there babe." Coco smirked as she pulled away, hooking an arm under Velvet's "and as much as I may want to hang around and compare tit sizes, it's milking time. Come on, Bun-Bun Yatsu's already waiting."

Yang scowled as the two quickly changed and left only to catch out of the corner of her eye, a concerned backwards look from Velvet before she was whisked away by her Holstaur.

A pair of arms wrapped around her and gently squeezed her close.

"It's okay Yang." Blake whispered gently into her ear. "I'm sure it's just a hormone issue or something like that."

Yang shivered as Blake slowly pushed aside her mane of blonde hair and planted a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. "I'll be there to help you. Don't worry."

Yang turned around and captured Blake's lips with her own.

She had the best girlfriend on Remnant. There was no contest at all.


"I can't believe you did this!" Yang snapped angrily at Blake. "I trusted you!"

"But I didn't do anything!" Blake argued back, taking a defensive step back from the furious blonde.

"Then why I am FUCKING leaking!?" Yang yelled, as she pulled open her shirt and let her now visibly larger breast fall free from the confines of her school uniform.

Blake's eyes immediately locked onto the puffy nipples watching as small beads of pearly white milk slowly formed, then slid down her large chest. The subtle hint of vanilla and lilac filled the door room as Blake's tongue darted out to moisten her lips.

"Uh-huh Kitty-Kat." Yang wagged her finger. "You ain't getting any of this until you tell the truth."

"But I didn't do anything!" Blake insisted.

"Are you two breaking up again?" Weiss snipped as she and Ruby entered the dorm, her pale ice blue eyes widening and then shutting as they caught sight of Yang's exposed chest. "Damn it Yang! Can you have the decency to cover up!"

"Yaaaang!" Ruby cried as she too hid her face in her cloak.

"It's not my fault." Yang said, as she angrily buttoned up her shirt. "It's Blake milky tit fetish!"

"I swear I had nothing to do with it." Blake snapped back.

"Just a few months ago you were saying how hot I would look with milky tits!" Yang countered, "you even showed me the Lactation Dust you and your ex used! What else am I supposed to believe? That I just happened to start leaking milk only a few weeks after we get back together?"

"Wait… you're lactating Yang?" Weiss asked cautiously, "like Coco was before, well you know?"

Yang paused, then went pale.

"You don't think?"

"How could it though?" Blake asked. "That's… It's impossible."

Ruby nodded as Weiss pulled Yang into a hug. "Blake's gotta point. I don't think you got anything to worry about… WEISS!"

Yang gasped as Weiss quickly pulled open her shirt and latched onto her nipple. Sucking greedily at Yang's large breast. Soft moans escaped from the two girls as Weiss drank, Yang's hand came up as though to push the smaller girl away, but came down to rest on her head and held her against her breast.

"It's sooo good!" Weiss cried as she came up for air, the inside of her mouth coated white in Yang's precious milk.

Ruby hurried over, as though to push Weiss away from her older sister, while Blake sat in stunned shock and agitation. Only for Yang's hands to reach out and pull Ruby into her other breast.

She struggled. At first.

It didn't last long. Soon the scent of vanilla and lilac filled her nose. The sweetness, the warmth. Ruby's eyes closed and she too began to drink her fill, marvelling at the taste as her sister's milk filled her mouth.

Soon however the two had drained Yang's tits dry and released her nipples with a wet plop.

"That's not fair!" Blake cried, "I didn't do anything, why didn't you let me drink!?"

"Because it's your fault." Yang slurred as she cradled Weiss and Ruby's heads to her breast.


By week five of the changes, it became a routine thing. Yang would wake in the morning, Weiss and Ruby latched to her tits, draining her of her sweet tasting milk. Meanwhile Blake would be forced off to the side, denied the succulent taste of the milky treat.

"Yang…" Blake whimpered from her bed.

"No." Yang's response was sharp and direct. "You're the reason I'm in this mess."

Yang gestured to her body, to how, like Coco's not even a month ago, her hips had flared out, how her ass, once finely sculpted, was now a vision of near perfection. To how her tits, now ladened and heavy with milk to the point that she needed to be milked at least twice a day, had grown over the two weeks.

"But I didn't do anything!" Blake whined again, sulking as Weiss grinned at her from her place on Yang's teat. "Just a taste?"

But Yang was firm. "No."

Yang sighed as she pushed Weiss and Ruby off her nipples and started to dress. She was slowly coming to terms with the changes. Yes the new size and weight of her tits had thrown her off, but she had slowly become more and more accustomed to the 'gravitational distribution' as Coco had put it.

In fact Coco had taken Yang under her wing. Or hoof, as it were. Seeing as it was now fairly obvious that she was undergoing the same transformation. As were and had several others if the CCTS was to be believed. Apparently Coco had been contacted by several women from Atlas who had also turned and who had collectively decided on the name of Holstaurs, named after the holstein dairy cow and the minotaur of Argusian legend.

Still it wasn't all bad. Yang had decided. Weiss and Ruby were eager to help, as was Blake, but Yang still had yet to be convinced that her Kitty didn't have anything to do with her ongoing transformation. So she was on very thin ice as far as Yang was concerned.

When her needs hit, Blake had to watch as Ruby pumped her sister with a strapon, while Weiss lavished her tits with loving attention. It was amusing to watch the normally prim and proper heiress drinking from her. Watching as the milk dripped from her mouth and spilled down her front, as it coated her chest and flat stomach in droplets of white milk that smelled of vanilla and lilac.

If Yang had to guess, she was sure that Weiss suffered from breast envy and perhaps hoped that whatever had happened to Yang, would happen to her.

Though Weiss would give it her best shot, the two of them would have to switch and it would be Weiss who soon gripped her hair and pumped into her, hard and fast as Ruby finished off what milk was left in her heavy breasts.

Yang loved the sensation of lips as they sucked greedily on her tits as the other fucked her with their faux cock. She loved the speed at which Ruby would thrust into her or how surprisingly rough Weiss could be as she would grip her long, beautiful blonde hair and pull.

Honestly… It was making Yang almost excited for her horns to come in…


School had changed. Vale had implemented a mask policy to prevent the spread of what was becoming known as Vaccafication Disease-82 or VACCAD-82 as it was known in the more professional circles.

Among the more common people names such as "Holstauritis" or "Mad cow titties" had quickly gained favour.

Still people were starting to take precautions. Girls were walking around with surgical and cloth masks covering their faces, washing their hands repeatedly, while Beacon had caused a massive shortage in hand sanitizer by buying all the stocks it could.

Not that Yang was overly aware of it.

She skipped along happily in the hall, her tail beginning to poke out of her skirt and her new hooves clicking against the floor. It was too much to worry about. Too much to deal with when one could just be a happy cow.

Come to think of it… Coco had warned her that by week six Yang would loose her ability to pay attention and be more concerned over her next milking and increase in sex drive. Or was it seven? Yang frowned as she tried to remember.

Nah, too much effort. She had more important things to think about. Like getting milked by her team.

Her titties were getting sore again. That happened a lot.

Yang needed to be milked at least three times a day! Not even Coco needed that!

And she was the first Holstaur. Or at least so everyone thought.

Yang shook her head. Naughty Blakey. This was all her fault, she still needed to be punished. And that meant no milk from Yang's big sloshy titties.

Yang hurriedly burst through the door, eager for relief. But to her surprise, the dorm was empty. Her tits throbbed and Yang couldn't help herself and let out a soft moo of distress. She needed to be milked!

She couldn't do it herself!

"Yang? What's wrong?" The door to the bathroom opened as Blake stepped out.

"Where's Weissy and Ruby?" Yang whined as she desperately looked around, as her hands pawed at her tits.

"Weiss has an extra study session and Ruby has leadership exams." Blake said gently, "They told you this morning."

"They did?" Yang whined.

Blake nodded and Yang remembered that they had. Though she had been semi-delerious from that mornings fucking and milking it wasn't completely her fault for not remembering.

It was theirs!

They should have known not to fuck her that well.

Yang whined again and let out a dejected and pained moo.

"Do… Do you need to be milked?" Blake asked as she reached over and took Yang's hand.

Yang nodded. She was still mad at Blake. Still convinced it was her fault she was a holstaur now.

But…

She needed to be milked.

She needed it badly.

"Can… can I milk you?" Blake asked eagerly.

Yang hesitated. Then nodded.

In a flash Blake was on her and tackled her to the ground. Yang let out a single surprised moo, before her blouse was torn off by the needy cat faunus who grabbed one of her puffy, sensitive nipples in her mouth and sucked.

Relief came almost instantly as Blake drank as deep as she could. Milk ran down her chin as she suckled greedily at Yang's tit.

Yang's body shuddered in pleasure as the first orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched as loud desperate pleas and moos filled the room. Blake however did not relent.

She shifted her weight, even as she continued to drink deeply from Yang's sore, heavy breast. Her fingers travelled down and Yang's eyes shot open wide as Blake pushed aside her panties and drove her fingers into her quivering pussy.

In and out her fingers drove deep into Yang's dripping quim, her thumb, tracing over her throbbing clit as Blake's tongue traced endless circles on Yang's sensitive nipples.

Yang couldn't help herself and it wasn't long before another orgasm flowed over her, that left her shuddering and gasping for breath.

Still Blake continued her merciless assault. She switched to the other tit, not giving Yang even a second to try and recover as she attacked her like a starved animal. Teeth dragged across Yang's tit, sending waves of pain that mixed in with the pleasure of Blake's assault. Milked flowed from Blake's mouth, it dripped from her chin, it stained her blouse in her desperation to drink her fill.

The scent of vanilla and lilac filled the room, even as it was soon covered by the musk of their desperate fucking. Another orgasm tore through Yang as she let out another helpless moo.

Finally, Blake had her fill and she let go of Yang's abused tits, but not before she left a sucking, bruising kiss on Yang's pale flesh.

Yang watched her through half lidded eyes, still panting as Blake casually wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then licked at it, like a cat cleaning her paw.

Yang grinned as Blake leaned down to capture her lips, their tongues teasing each other before they pulled away.

"Am I forgiven? Babe?" Blake asked with a small smirk.

Yang merely let out a soft, tired moo. After a performance like that… How could she say no?


Coco had warned her that week eight was simultaneously the best and also the worst. The best in that you were back in control of your faculties after a good and thorough milking. Otherwise you were just a dumb, needy cow.

The worst in that you were always horny. Almost painfully so.

Thankfully Yang had Team RWBY to help her.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" Yang gasped as she gripped the back of the chair she was using for balance, her knuckles turned white as she gripped it.

Behind her, Ruby pounded away at her older sister, the ribbed edges of her silicone cock, pushed in and out, faster and faster as Blake and Weiss drank as deeply as the could. Milk flowed into their mouths in an almost endless stream where they would pause only momentarily to kiss each other. Swapping the milk back and forth into each other's mouths.

In a moment, Ruby would call for a switch and then it would be Weiss's turn to push her own strapon deep into Yang's core. Or maybe not. Maybe Weiss would lap at the juices dripping from her needy quim, before she pushed her tongue deep into Yang's core.

Yang let out a long happy moo. Her ears twitched and she stamped her hooves with excitement as Ruby reached up and grabbed onto her sisters horns and used them as leverage to push her fake cock as deep as she could.

But even this would not be enough.

Yang's milk production was massive. Easily three times what Coco produced; which required at least three milkings a day just to remain lucid.

Otherwise she became… well… dumb.

Not that Coco minded, her's was still the preferred 'brand' as it were, amongst those who dared to request a bottle or two. Despite Professor Goodwitch and the Vale Council effort to stop the spread of VACCAD-82.

There were some people who thought the risks were worth it. Like Nora, who was seen chugging a bottle after every workout.

Still Yang was happy, but there were two worries that floated in the back of her mind, even as Ruby swapped places with Weiss and almost attacked her nipple in desperation for the sweet milk of her older sister.

The first and the far less urgent one: What would her parents think? Tai and Summer? Would they order her back home? It was a little late for that. She was already a Holstaur. Down from the horns, to the floppy ears, to the massive tits and the fur covered legs and hooves. What good would it do to have her back home?

The second and the far more pressing…

"Ruby you okay?" Blake asked as she let go of Yang's teat and pulled her hand away from Ruby's small breast.

Ruby nodded rubbing at her chest. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sore I guess."

That one…

That one was a tad bit more worrying.