"Mary!" Lizzie yells. "Where's my hand sanitizer?"

"It was garbage so I threw it away"

"WHY?!"

"It had mold on it! What was I supposed to do? Keep it?"

"Well, it was mine! Warn me next time."

Lizzie and Mary have been fighting ever since the beach incident. One of their fights had to do with the toilet paper. Anyway, Mary thinks Lizzie looks prettier than her, even though Lizzie's a cow. Maybe it's the bigger boobs or curvier body, but something about her just makes Mary feel ugly on the outside.

They both decide to go to the park that afternoon, grabbing their sunscreen and purses to take along. They take the long walk down in the woods where the tourists usually go to take pictures. They enjoy doing that because it helps give them some exercise.

However, while they're walking down the little pathway that leads to the other end of the park, Mary and Lizzie walk past a teenager who looked at Lizzie with coo-coo eyes, obviously attracted to her.

"What a beautiful sight to gaze upon." This stranger says, poetically, "She is gorgeous, kind, smart... And yet my favorite animal. I must have her love!" He raises his fist as a sign of triumph, "But, would a young, talented cow want a tiny, weak boy like me?"

He then walks beside them, thinking: This is my chance!

"I heard the gardens were the prettiest sight to behold in this park, but, I think I've found something more graceful and elegant in front of me."

Lizzie giggled, "You mean the daffodils?"

He frowns, clearing his throat, "Um...." He tries to think of another pick-up line. "The daffodils aren't all that's beautiful in front of me."

"Liz!" Mary whispers, getting closer to her, "That guy is trying to get you to like him."

"Oh!" She turns to him, smiling "Look, I'm sorry, but, I'm not looking for a guy at the moment."

They walk away as the guy's heart breaks. He falls to his knees and looks to the sky.

"No worries, Oneal, she will like me no matter the cost! But, I need to become a cow myself! To the lab!" He then lifts himself up and begins running in the opposite direction.

"That guy was weird," Mary says, lightening the mood, "Don't you think?"

"It was sweet, what he was saying and all. But, yeah. He was weird. And besides, since I'm a cow now, how can we even be together?"

"I don't know, Lizzie," Mary says, somewhat annoyed, "I don't know."

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"Aha! I have found a solution!" He laughs maniacally, "Now I can be with my lover!"

He drinks it as he felt a surge of electricity in his body. He looks at the monitor to see his heart rate rising.

"It's happening! I can feel it!"

Suddenly, something went wrong and he falls to the floor, knocked unconscious by the metal table in front of him.

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Mary and Lizzie go home and play Uno. Unfortunately, to Lizzie, Mary won.

"I told you once and I'm not gonna tell you again, I am the UNO QUEEN!" Mary pushes the cards off of the table with her so-called, 'awesomeness', "Mwahaha!"

"Calm down, bouncing betty," Lizzie puts her hand on Mary's arm, "I realize you've won every single game we've played together, but you don't have to rub it in."

"I know," Mary smirks, picking up the cards.

Lizzie fixes her shorts as she stands up, "You think it's time to go to bed?"

Mary yawns, "I guess so. I am a little bit beat from everything we did today."

They both then head for their bedrooms, turning off all of the lights that were between the kitchen and the hallway.

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"Ugh... What happened?" Oneal asks, raising his hand to his head. "How long was I out?"

Feeling weird, he grabs his stomach, rubbing it up and down as if he were hungry. However, something about his belly felt off. Looking down to inspect, he jumps back as he realizes that he now has abs.

"Woah," He says, grinning and flexing, "with these abs, I can definitely get her to like me!"

He felt several strands of his hair turn into what felt like feathers. Confused, he plucks one out. He was right. They're feathers. And just as if things couldn't get any worse, he watches in horror as the hairs on his arms grow out and become feathers, too.

"Wait a second," He attempts to itch the feathers off, "I thought this would make me a bull, not a bird!"

Still extremely confused and terrified, he tries to look around for a solution to the problem, not realizing that he's growing a tail of feathers. Causing immense pain in his nasal cavities, his face pushes out into a small, but cute, beak. Howling in pain, his feet shifted together and stretched out, becoming the usual, webbed bird feet.

"I need to find the antidote before it gets any worse!"

As he continues his search for the chemicals he used, he feels his clothes begin to shrink. Or were they? To see whatever was going on with him, he rushes over to a mirror, seeing his muscles expanding rapidly. His biceps were becoming bigger each second, as is his strength.

He grins as he flexes in the mirror, even kissing one of his biceps, "Well, at least I'm hot."

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Mary and Lizzie are out on the park trail again. In the same place they were yesterday, they see an awful familiar bird hanging on the same tree branch as it was.

"Huh," Lizzie points to the small bird, "the same bird is still there." She then looks down at her utters and sighs, "Well, that's not the only thing that's the same."

Suddenly, they hear something that sounds like a helicopter above them. But it gets louder and louder each second they stand there. Soon enough, the thing making the horrible sound lands in front of them, a giant bird with muscles and abs.

"Why hello, ladies," It said, flexing its muscles.

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Lizzie's eyes turn into hearts as she sees this muscular man-bird. Normally, Lizzie wouldn't do something like this. But something about him made her forget all about hanging out with Mary, making Mary jealous.

"Who are you?" Mary asks, crossing her arms as she lowers her eyebrows.

"I'm Oneal the sparrow. I think your friend is the loveliest cow I've ever seen." Oneal says, looking at Lizzie as he moves his eyebrows up and down.

"Oneal...?" Mary remembers this guy talking to himself after they walked away from him. He must be that odd-looking little boy that had talked to Lizzie about gardens and junk.

"Yeah! Lizzie wants a big chunk of this sparrow." She wraps her arms around him, running her fingers up and down his abs.

Yes! Oneal thinks, almost crying, She loves me!

"Well, if you'll excuse us, we have some catching up to do," Oneal says as he and Lizzie walk away. Mary squeezes her fists in frustration.

"Am I ugly?" She seems to think, wiping away a tear, "Am I not good enough to have a guy like me?..." These questions made her feel hollow on the inside. But she continues walking in the opposite direction. What could she say that would make Lizzie understand?

"So, Oneal," Lizzie starts, still caressing his abdomen, "how much do you like me?"

"I don't like you! That's crazy talk!" He says, staring into her eyes, "I love you."

Lizzie hugs him tighter and tighter, feeling every last inch of muscle he has on his feathery body, "I've never met anyone like me since I've turned. Maybe It's like a miracle we've met."

Suddenly, she feels something weird happening in her utter. It began to get warmer and warmer as if a heater were stuck inside of it. When she quickly looks down to see what's going on, he notices that he utter looks bigger than before, "Uh..."

"What is it?" Oneal asks, gently groping one of her breasts.

Quickly becoming uncomfortable, she attempts to make up an excuse, "I have to use the lady's room real quick."

"Ok. But don't keep me waiting too long," He winks as she runs for her life.

She rushes to the nearest bathroom she could find. Good thing it was one stall or she'd have a lot of explaining to do to whoever was there. Locking the door, she looks down to see that both her udders and breasts were expanding with the same liquid: milk. She watches the milk trickle down her abdomen like a waterfall.

"What's going on?!" Lizzie glances at the mirror, seeing herself grow, "I thought they only grew when I ate grass and salad!"

She attempts to hold her utters but they continue to swell. They eventually get so heavy that she couldn't hold them anymore. She pants, struggling to reach them now. Her teats are under the utter and she's sitting on the ground. However, with much hard work, she manages to grab one of the teats and begin to milk it. They stop growing after a while, going back to normal, a bit bigger than usual but back to normal.

Then, she hears a knock at the door.

"Hey, Liz, you ok?" It's Oneal, "I heard something banging around and wasn't sure what it was."

"It was nothing!" She replies, "just finishing up."

"Okay then. I'll be on the bench."

Lizzie sighs as she washes her hands. She takes one last look in the mirror at herself. Her new shirt and pants were now ruined and wet and there's nothing she could do about it right then.

"There you are, my love," He kisses her, blushing. Noticing something, he looks down at her utters to see that they were bigger than usual. "Are you ok, Lizzie? Your utters are kinda..." He points at them.

feeling kind of offended, Lizzie answers: "Oh um, yeah. Just a little too much to eat, that's all."

"Is that what happens when you eat too much? Because it's pretty sexy," He smiles, And a great turn-on.

Lizzie's utters swell up a bit more, looking like an overly pumped basketball. "It is?"

He grins as he watches it happen, "Absolutely. It's... Beautiful"

Lizzie had never been told that she was beautiful before. She likes it.

"Thank you, Oneal."

"How about we go to my place, huh?" He puts his arm around her, "We could watch some tv and we don't have to worry about your friend bugging us."

Lizzie wasn't exactly sure what she should do, especially with leaving Mary there. But she agrees to this proposal. "Sure. Why not?"

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 udders 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 udders 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 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?"

"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.