Patron Story: Irish Moo's

Raug won this months Patron story and wanted their sona ot be a huge busty heffer who went out on St. Pat's night looking for some boozy good time with Arc and got a lot more of what they were looking for~

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In the heart of the city, where the lights flickered against the darkening sky, two plus-sized lady friends, Arc and Raug, were gearing up for an unforgettable St. Patrick's Day celebration. The two had become best friends for life ever since Raug had been blessed by the other with their newfound curvy form a number of years back. The air buzzed with excitement as the duo made their way to O'Sullivan's, a renowned Irish pub known for its lively atmosphere and flowing taps.

“I’m so glad you were able to get away for one night,” gushed Raug, the busty russet-colored bovine. “We haven’t gone out in a bit like this.”

The sky-blue-furred Wuffamute snickered, taking the other’s hand in their own soft paw. “It helps that Siri was able to bring some peace to the city.”

Raug feeling their digits being held by the canine’s, gave way to their own bashful cheeks. “This is true. He and the rest of the Guardians really know how to handle threats these days.”

Arc nodded, moving ahead, pulling at the heffer’s arm. “True but I am super excited to be out with you too my precious. Time to let loose and celebrate!”

Decked out in shades of green; from the intentionally too small checkered shirts tied around their generous racks, and the tattered jean shorts which only accentuated those filling backsides. Raug and Arc eagerly entered the pub to the infectious beat of Irish folk music. The scent of hearty stews and sizzling corned beef wafted through the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the revelers.

“I told you this was the spot,” playfully hip-bumped Raug. “Look at all this merriment.”

Arc sniffed at the air, getting more of those tantalizing scents and wafting aromas. “Also seems like a great food joint too.”

Raug dipped their chin towards the shorter lass. “It’s called a pub for a reason hun.”

“Oh… guess that’s true,” she giggled, slightly embarrassed. “Should we find a place to sit?”

“Sounds like a good place to kick off our night. How about at the bar?”

“Seems like a good place as any here.”

The friends found a cozy spot at the bar, their thick rumps resting atop a stool as each cheek hung off with ease but their eyes lit up at the sight of the menu bursting with Irish delights and a formidable selection of drinks.

The bartender, an amiable Irishman of a Hare with a thick accent, greeted them with a warm smile. "Happy St. Paddy's Day, lassies! Don’t you two beauties look lovely in all that green. What can I get ya?" he asked, cleaning out a pint glass.

As Arc tried their best to look over the menu once more, their ears perked up to the boisterous response of the bovine.

"Two pints of your finest Irish stout, my good man!"

The hare set the glass he finished cleansing down and placed another next to it.

The canine tilted their head over and then back at the menu. “A pint? Are you sure?”

Raug snickered, nodding. “We came out to enjoy and take in the festive spirit, right?”

Arc shook their head, before patting at those plump face cheeks. “You’re right. Gotta loosen up and live tonight.”

“That’s the Irish spirit,” added the Hare, setting each brim-filled glass to their respective owners.

Raug looked hers over, before gingerly grabbing at it, and lifting it up to their luscious lips.

Arc did the same, still having a bit of apprehension about it but not wanting to dampen the mood followed suit.

The duo clinked their glasses in a toast, spilling some of it on themselves, to friendship and the revelry of the venture. The first sip of the velvety stout set the tone for the night. They continued to chat about all the adventures they had witnessed and all the friends they had made along the way and laughed at the prospect of waking up with a sea of green regrets the next day.

The pub's ambiance was infectious, and soon Raug found themselves drawn to a group of locals playing traditional Irish tunes in the corner. With each sip, she roused herself from the stool and waddled her way over. With every lively note, their spirits soared higher, joining in the singing that had sprung.

“Arc,” she called, waving the canine over. “I know this is your scene. You love to sing!”

The Wuffamute blushed, holding that now half-empty glass to their muzzle.

“Come on,” continued the heffer, stretching out an arm. “Don’t make me come over there and drag you here.”

Arc tipped their head back, guzzling down more of the drink as it helped nurse those worrying thoughts. She slowly moved over, now emboldened by the pairing of their close friends taunting and the boozy beverage.

“Play something fellas,” exclaimed Raug, smacking a hand over the top of the piano. “Let’s keep this place going!”

Another favorite of the pub played out as all the customers began to sing or what some would consider it. As the canine listened, seeing Raug do their best to follow along it only made them giggle but it wasn't long till they found themselves carrying a tune to it all.

Another wave of inhibitions waned over Raug by the camaraderie she had found, paired with the intoxicating drink she finished off. They suggested a round of Irish car bombs, a decision that would significantly alter the course of their evening. Shots were poured, and the friends, fueled by the festive spirit, dropped them into pints of stout with reckless enthusiasm. The explosion of flavors and the subsequent warmth that surged through their bodies only intensified their laughter and sense of adventure.

“See,” called out Raug, leaning themselves closer to Arc. “Isn’t this a great place!?”

Arc looked up at the others' faces, seeing those eyes start to show signs of the liquor now swirling inside their stomachs. It brought a giggle, which was cut short by a small hiccup.

Raug offered a smile to the reaction, only to hiccup themselves but as she held her gaze upon the canine, she took stock of the others presenting full-viewed cleavage. “I’ll never stop loving how big and round those are.”

Arc’s ears perked up to that sudden sensual tone. “W-Wha-” As she tried to respond, she felt her breast get groped and squeezed by the heffers coaxing hands. Her eyes rolled a bit at the stimulating motions. “R-Raug… we… we’re… in public…”

The bovin standing a head taller than her pal gained a devious grin across those full lips. “Isn’t it wonderful my Mama?”

Those devilish words reached the canine’s ears, bringing a silly grin upon their own juicy lips as they dipped their head to the side seeing the other patrons begin to gawk. “Like what ya see fellas?”

The men of the joint suddenly catch themselves, trying their best to reorient back around the piano but Raug doesn't relent as she gives a mighty squeeze to one of Arc’s breasts causing them to howl out a heady groan of bliss.

“That’s my good busty Mama Moot,” she cooed, pulling at her shirt till one of her own milk jugs came tumbling out and bringing the canine’s own mouth towards it. “Now watch this fellas. My mama has all kinds of gifts.”

The patrons closest to the action had already succumbed to the euphoric display in front of them as some men had gotten half naked, working away at their manhoods.

“Puh, those are kind of pathetic,” jeered the heffer, shoving her swollen nipple into Arc’s mouth as they started to suck. “What do ya say, Mama. Shouldn’t they be bigger?”

Arc sucked on that tit as her tongue got splashed by the wash of milk leaking from the bovine making her groan and press her muzzle against that puffy round.

Raug giggle groans that escaped her lips, as she reached back and smacked at her huge cake mound. The single act sent a ripple through her dense figure. “Oh, Mama! Keep that up,” she cried out in hot bliss, arching her neck back. Her breast pressed even harder at the shorter lady's head. “Keep going, Mama. Drink off your heffer…”

Arc feeling her horny friend work themselves heavier against her own body sent a thrill down her spine as the canine's tail flicked up and then wagged faster while she snogged on that wet tit. She tugged on that knob, letting her lips lock like a vice as she consumed more of the lactation having it work down their throat and dumping into her stomach.

“Oh baby,” moo’d out Raug, arching her back and letting her huge mounds jut out even more. “K-K-Keep it up…”

As the Wuffamute continued to sate their lusting thirst, her tuft of pink with purple streaks head hair had grown longer, spilling past her shoulders, and backside into thick locks. She blew wafts of hot air out of that purple-hued nose which had broadened into a thick snout of a cow; while a set of cute horns sprang on either side of their head.

The domineering bovine looked down, seeing the transformation happen, smirking at her efforts. “What did I tell you, boys? She is full of surprises.” She took one of those small horns in her hand, giving it a soft tug making the changing lass groan. “That feel good hun?”

Arc worked themselves ever closer, bringing those paws of theirs at Raugs huge thighs, and offering up some tender grabs. Her already impressive rack started to pull at her tied shirt, jiggling and bulging bigger. Her rear end widened, stretching out those jean shorts with all that new expansion as each cheek hung out more and more. That fluffy tail morphed into a long and thick bovine tail as a puff of pink fur fluffed at the tip.

A couple of the men in the immediate area had made their way towards both heffers with leering eyes and greedy digits. One of them being a jet-black bovine himself but on the beefier side of living. The massively built male lumbered closer, his clothing already tossed to the wayside as he grabbed at Arc’s mounting backside. “Look at all this prime real estate up for auction.”

Raug smirked, turning their sights on the large lad. “You think so? Think you can tackle all of us?”

The bull proudly snorted, puffing out his chest while he pulled at his lengthy manhood. “What do you think girlie?”

A scoff came from the bigger lady. “Girlie? We’ll see who’s a girlie soon.” She returned her attention back to Arc as she reached for her shirt, undoing its tie. When both of her tiddies came free, she let out a heady moo, pushing back on the free one. “Oh Mama,” she cried out, her tone gone more needy and submissive. “I wanna be bigger… I wanna be the biggest moo cow for you…”

The canine switched cow pulled off that milk-drenched nipple as she let out a belch, having milk stream down the sides of his face. “I was waiting for you to finally start,” she giggled, looking herself over. “Not that you haven’t done your share already.”

The bull landed a firm smack against Arc’s bubbly ass mounds, making them shake and jiggle while they pulled at the shorts fabric until a stitch popped and that was enough to send the rest of it into a heap on the floor.

“Oh Mama,” groaned Raug, planting her hands over the shorter cow's juicy hips. “Look at how much fatter you got from me…”

Arc giggled again, wagging that booty before shoving at the bull, glancing back at them “Do it again and you’ll be in for a real treat.” She brought her gaze back to her whining gal. “Then I guess I need to make you even fatter then, right?”

“Oh yes! Yes,” she exclaimed, shaking her head feverishly. “M-M-Make me so much fatter! I need to be fatter to make you proud of me.”

“I’m already proud of you my silly moo but I do fully agree on making you much fatter and full.”

“F-Full,” huffed Raug, watching her breast get worked over by the former canine’s hands. “W-What do you mean…”

“Oh I think you know what I mean,” teased Arc, alternating a mix of tender and firm squeezes to both of her nipples.

As the taller heffer gave it an ounce of more thought, her face reddened as she gasped. “Oh Mama,” she squealed, making her thighs pressed together. “Y-Y-You mean, she cried out again.

“I do mean just that.” The new cow continued to tease and play with those milk-wet tits as it spilled through their fingers.

The dark-colored bovine huffed deeper and louder, as the increase of his bust steadily rose feeling the heat radiate out from them and across her entire form. “Oooooooh…. M-Mama… I… I… I feel your love flowing…” Her boobs took on more and more weight as they moved themselves downward, stretching coupled with the increasing roundness on either side till they dropped like pendulous milk sacks. “O-O-Oh Mama…,” she moo’d, running her own hands which had plumped out thicker across the top of them.

Arc snickered, knocking her own bloated boobs right at the ones she helped grow. “I’m not done yet with ya my sweet moo.”

“Hey now,” called out the beefy bull. “Don’t forget about me back here.” The naked male, worked his fleshy black length between the shorter heffer’s butt cheeks, before moving under to find her slick pussy lips. “Looks like someone is excited to see me,” he cockily stated.

Arc darted their head at the bull, eyes a glow with a blue light. “And I told you what would happen if you tried anything again.”

An odd sensation came over the bull, shaking his head when he felt his fat dick lose its erection going flaccid. “W-What,” he stammered before his rippling muscles collapsed on themselves in a heap of deflated mass. His face was full of terror, looking every which way only to see more faces filled with worrying shock. “D-D-Don’t look at me,” he exclaimed until another burst rushed through his body as that heap reshifted itself until he sported a full curvy figure of a woman. His cock had remained, even if it had gone to a less-than-average size in both length and girth. The same couldn’t be said of his nuts. No. Those had only swelled as if they had been enhanced by a tanuki gaining a set of oversized medicine balls.

“There we go. Now why don’t you let us have our fun.”

The bull groaned, feeling the churn of his nuts rumble mighty while his small penis drooled out his pre, streaming down his sac. “Y-Y-Yes,” he answered, that masculine voice petering out, while he reached for his chest melons, and fingering those plump nipples. “W-W-Who wants to fuck these…”

Raug whined ever louder looking at the transformed black bull, snorting with disgust “Do me Mama… do me pleeeeeeaze.”

“Oh I haven't forgotten about you,” she grinned, kneading at Raugs thick sides. “Needed to put that mister in his place. Now how about we get you being a proper Mama now.” She ran her hands from either side towards that already hefty middle, offering it those same sensual gropes.

Raug tossed her head about, letting out a moanful cry after another as she bounced on her feet. “M-M-M-Mama…. Do it… make me a true Mama…”

“Bring my gal more drink. She needs plenty more of your libations.”

As if the shorter moo had sounded off a roll call, patron after patron flocked towards the aroused heffer shoving their drinks towards her. Each one vying for her attention while she chugged

away, draining every pint that came into view. By the time she finished off all around her, her head was now swimming in all the intoxicating brew that sloshed inside her stomach.

“M-M-Mama… hilp…. so… hic… horny… hic…,” she drunkenly said, words now slurring. She brought an arm outward, before slamming her hand against one of her boobs, giving out a loud moan. “I… I… I… hic… wuv… yuz… hilp…”

“I love you too my precious moo,” replied Arc, their eyes once more gaining that illuminating blue glow.

When they did, Raug’s middle quickly pulled itself forward, forcing the russet colored bovine woozily hiccup as they dipped their head. “Guh… hilp… M-M-Mama… hic…” Her belly continued to mount rounder, shoving back on those two swollen breasts knocking them on either side to make room for that gravid forming mass. Her thighs quivered and jiggled, the front of her shorts getting wet from the gush of her cunt soaking them, until the button popped off. That navel feeling the pressure of the life springing up inside caused it to work itself outward combined by a heart shaped tattoo sprawl across the underside of it. The stylish design spanned from the simple heart and curved its way whimsical about to her sizable lovehandles now hanging off her waistline.

In the bar, the atmosphere had shifted from the jubilant merriment of the holiday to a hedonistic glorification of lust and indulgence. A cry of passion sounded from the former brute of a bull who was now in the throes of their own sexual experience as their fatass now sandwiching a cock between them, and paired by their milk jugs taken for a ride.

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“M… hic… ma… hilp…,” moaned out the titanic fat russet heffer. The shape of their body had become utterly obliterated by the onslaught of blubber, forming thick reams of flab stacking along every inch of their figure. From that monstrous sweaty rear now rising high above their head with it pressing thickly against the tavern wall sending cracks through. A covering span of bulging back rolls layered all the way to their tire sized neck ring of flab as it wrapped around her bloated face.

“How’s my lard preg moo now,” giggled Arc, planting a paw against the massively gravid belly. Its entire presence shoved all the tables and chairs on the other side of the room with its immense rotundness. Due to all the young now resting inside as small imprints of them softly showed from time to time.

“So… hic… so… hilp… h-ha… p… py…,” she weakly replied, head nestled along their swollen neck, looking out and bleary seeing their enormous pair of tiddies. They had ballooned, as if they had been inflated by hot air, now hoisted high above that pregnant middle and nearing the ceiling, each sporting a bloated nipple gushing out its faucet of milk.

Arc snickered, turning to look at the remainder of the space, seeing the black heffer turned into their own smaller version of Raug as they rested on their wideload rump, basking in the warmth of that swollen preg belly. They continued to scan, taking stock of the varying degrees of change each patron had shifted to be a busty full figured being. “Looks like we found a good time tonight and shared it with others.”

Raug moo’d too caught up in their own blissful greed to care for others, not that they had any chance of seeing anything outside of their own blubberous form. It didn’t stop them from knowing that this was all thanks to their amazing and wonderful Mama who they talked into going out with and they couldn’t have asked for a better turn of events.