Grab 'Em by the Horns, Pt. 7

As Rob encounters his own new changes, he decides to take Andi out for a meal.

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She didn’t remember falling into Lorraine’s arms, but that was where she found herself. It was soft and slow and sleepy, curled into a warm, drowsy tangle of bare skin and fuzzy thighs. Lorraine’s skin smelled like sweat and milk and something earthy. Her breath was soft against Andi’s temple. Her big, plush tits pressed against Andi’s side like comforting pillows, rising and falling in the quiet rhythm of someone too drunk on afterglow to care about time.

Andi blinked slowly, her head swimming. The room pulsed, breathing with her heartbeat for a moment as her blurry vision cleared. She felt small. Safe. Still…wet. It wasn’t just between her legs—though she was, oh god, she was—but everywhere. Her skin gleamed with sweat and semen, her thighs shivered, her nipples poked hard against her . Every part of her was sensitive. Every part of her felt alive. Even the air felt erotic, warm and heavy and clinging to her body like Rob’s hands.

She squinted her heavy eyelids and pursed her thick lips as she tried to think back to what she was saying earlier. What she was trying to say, anyway. Something about being a boy? That didn’t sound right. Why would she say something so dumb? She was obviously a girl.

A very, very horny girl.

Rob was between her legs now. His strong hands gently pushed her thighs apart, and his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking and swirling with a practiced, reverent rhythm. It was too much. She whimpered, her hips lifting from the couch instinctively, grinding herself against his tongue with a clumsy, desperate rhythm.

“R-Rob…” she whimpered.

He didn’t answer, and he didn’t stop. Her hands fluttered up to her chest. The weight of her breasts heavier now, rounder, jiggling every time she gasped. Her nipples were so stiff they ached, and when she grazed one with her palm she nearly screamed.

And then it happened. The sound escaped her lips like a hiccup. Low, throaty, tremulous as she thrust her hips into Rob’s sweet tongue. “Mmhooo…”

She froze.

What the fuck was that?

Lorraine stirred beside her, smiling, her eyes only half open, but she said nothing. Andi swallowed, heart pounding. She cleared her throat and giggled shakily as she met Rob’s gaze over the rise and fall of her tummy. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to—” she began, and then the sound bubbled up in her throat again. “I—mmuh—mmmhhooooo!”

It was longer this time, and clearer. Her voice vibrated and the strength of it made her pussy clench. She gasped and clapped both hands over her mouth, mortified.

Rob raised his head slightly from between her legs, eyes twinkling. “You okay, baby?” he murmured.

She nodded her head, shook it twice, and looked down guiltily as she nodded again. Her voice was high and bubbled like champagne “I—I made a sound.”

Lorraine kissed her cheek lazily. “You made a moo!” she whispered, giggling.

Andi blushed so hard her ears burned. “N-no! I d-don’t moo—I don’t—people don’t m-moo. I just—mnnhh—mmmooooo!”

She tried to cross her arms in front of her body, but she struggled to find a comfortable place with her new breasts. Wait—new? They weren’t new, were they? She had always had them! Right? She looked down at her chest and pouted, rubbing her titties and giggling when she brushed her nipples on accident. Her thighs trembled as an ache spread in her belly. It was more like a growing pressure than any pain. Her stomach felt full, almost bloated, but not horribly so. Sensitive. She rubbed it gently with both hands, and the ache spread down her thighs, curled up into her breasts and cupped her pussy with a tender hand.

Then she bit her lip and looked down.

Her tits were bigger.

She didn’t think they were quite massive, not cartoonish, but definitely heavier now, like firm teardrops that gently raised her pink nipples into the sky. Her nipples poked forward shamelessly, fat and flushed, leaking little dots of clear fluid. Her breath hitched.

“Rob…” she whispered again. “My—mm-my milk—”

He smiled, raising an arm from between her legs and leaning forward to catch a tiny drop on his fingertip. “I know.” He raised the drop of milk to his lips and licked it with the very tip of his tongue.

Andi moaned, the sound turning inevitably into another moo. She didn’t know if she was supposed to be scared. Maybe? Something was happening to her, but it was kind of hard to figure out what it was. She felt over every part of her body to make sure they all felt correct. The longer she touched herself, the more aroused her body became.

But something was starting to feel wrong. Her…pussy. It was so…wet. But she was supposed to have—a not-pussy? Like whatever the opposite of a pussy was? Like…a cock? She was supposed to have a cock. Because she was a boy. Andy cried out as he fought his way out of the wonderful, pleasurable fog, thrusting his wide, feminine hips forward into Rob’s face in the process. He moaned and slapped a hand over his mouth, feeling the way his plump, feminine lips kissed his palm even without him trying. “F-ffuck,” sh—he said, cringing at his high voice, the upturn at the end of his words. “I’m—like—not a girl?”

“Of course you’re a girl,” Rob corrected her with a confused smile, and rubbed her thighs soothingly as he waited for her to finish thinking. He was so cute when he was confused, she thought distantly, before s—he shook his head and pursed his lips.

“N-no, but like, um…I’m supposed to have…” Andy broke into an embarrassed giggle. It was kind of a naughty word, and the thought of saying it made him blush.

“Supposed to have what, baby?”

“You know,” Andy began, shifting against Lorraine’s soft body and tucking a strand of honey-blonde hair behind her dainty ear as she tried to find a way not to say it. His cheeks blushed a deep pink, and he chewed on his lip with a growing smile as he stared at Rob and asked, “A c-cock?”

“Like a penis?” Rob asked, his eyes lighting up as if Andy had just told him a joke. He chuckled as he pulled his own half-hard dick into his hand and showed it off, slipping a thick metal ring down his length and nestling it against his balls. “Like this penis?” he continued, and looked back up at Andy as if to confirm. “You had a penis like this, Andi?”

“Well, not exactly like that…mm—I dunno,” Andi mumbled, starting to feel confused. A sinking dread was threading into her body. He knew, he knew, that he used to have a penis, but the problem was that he couldn’t remember ever having one. All of his memories never seemed to have it. It was always soft, and wet, and warm…and it always felt so good when she put something inside… “No! No, um, I want…I want my c-cock!”

But then Rob leaned up and kissed her softly on the lips, and Lorraine wrapped her arms around her from behind, and suddenly the fear and confusion just…slipped away. As if it wasn’t important anymore.

“Just breathe,” Rob said. “I’m here.”

She did. Her breaths were slow and steady, like waves breaking across her throat. “M-mooooo…muh—mmmooooo!” It came again, thick and low and so satisfying. Her lips parted, her breath caught, her back arched into the lowing as it left her. It felt right. Sexy and natural like it should be, like scratching an itch she didn’t know she had. A deep, soft vibration that bloomed and tingled in her brain and echoed in her throat.

Her hands rubbed lazy circles low on her stomach, which felt increasingly sensitive and tender as if something inside her was slowly stretching. It tingled beneath her touch. Her tits swayed faintly with each breath, heavier now, round enough to press gently against her arms as she hugged herself and leaned into Lorraine’s embrace. She didn’t hate the feelings overtaking her.

Rob kissed her temple, brushing her hair back. “Feeling better?” he murmured.

“Mmhmm…”

“Still remember your name?”

She blinked up at him. What a weird question. Of course she did. She was An—And…

Wait.

Her eyes narrowed faintly and she knit her eyebrows together in really deep thought. She…had a name. Definitely. It had an A, she was sure. Something like Ann? Annie? No, that was wrong. Something cuter. Or less cute? She couldn’t remember if she was supposed to be cute.

“An—di,” she said softly at last, proud of herself. Rob smiled, and she giggled under his loving gaze. “I fuh-forgot,” she said, and laughed when it came out slurred and bubbly. Her tongue felt too big in her mouth, her teeth a little too flat. The words didn’t sound quite right. She shook her head, blinked hard, and tried again.

“I, um, I used to be in—like…mmm…the…” What class had she taken? She’d had a schedule. A planner. Notes. A routine. What was it called?

“I—I was a smart,” she said, then frowned. That didn’t sound right either. “I mean I was in…I took smart—like, school. College. It was…ohhh, uhmm…”

Rob squeezed her hip, gently. “You were a good student,” he agreed.

She nodded quickly, grateful he’d said it. “Y-yeah! Yeah, I had, uh, the books? An’ like, the…papers. Tests. Like A’s. I got, like, all of the letters.”

Lorraine snorted behind her, giggling into her neck. “You’re so smart,” she whispered, teasing.

Andi puffed out her chest with pride, her tits jiggling as they did, but after a moment she blinked again, confused. “I was smart,” she repeated. Then her smile wobbled as she lost confidence in her memory of it. “Right?”

Rob kissed her again to comfort her. “Of course you were. But you don’t need to be now.”

She mooed softly, which turned into a moan. “I don’t?”

“No, baby. You don’t need to think so hard. I’ll take care of you.”

Lorraine nuzzled closer. “Mmmhm. No thoughts.”

That sounded…good. Thinking was hard. Every time she tried to remember something—anything—it felt like the thought was floating just out of reach, bobbing in warm milk. She knew she’d gone to class. She knew she’d studied. She had flashcards and stuff. Right?

She licked her lips, tasting sweetness. Her body felt soft and pink, so pale that the flush of heat on her body was bright and visible. Her belly still throbbed faintly. She watched, almost enraptured, as her breasts continued to leak thin drops of a milky liquid, swelling at the tip of her nipples until they became too heavy and dripped slowly down the sensitive skin of her titties. Her pussy was already wet again, or maybe it had always been wet.

And it felt so good.

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They were beautiful.

Rob had moved away from the pair and sat at the edge of the couch, shirt discarded, jeans half unzipped, cock ring snug against the base of his shaft. His eyes never left them, the soft, lazy tangle of bare limbs and flushed curves that Andi and Lorraine had become. Andi now lay spread between Lorraine’s thighs like she belonged there, half-limp with post-orgasmic bliss, her eyes fluttering shut every few seconds only to snap open in dazed, cow-like confusion.

He already felt a roaring, needy heat raging within him. Not even sex with Lorraine had been able to sate him, but he had a feeling it was about to get even worse.

“Mmmmoo…” Andi whimpered again, pleasantly.

That sound—sweet and mindless—shot straight through him. Rob wrapped his fingers around his cock and began stroking slowly, the ring sensitive against his base. God, the way Lorraine’s massive tits jiggled now, even with the slightest shift. The way Andi cupped one absently, nursing it as if it were a treasured thing. The way her slick pussy twitched at every light touch, helpless and wet and totally open to whatever came next. Rob groaned and leaned back. God, his thighs ached.

It started small.

A little tightness in the legs of his jeans, then a slow throb in his shoulders. Then there was a spreading heat—growth—blooming in his arms, his chest, his legs.

He didn’t stop stroking himself. His cock felt heavier in his hand now. Fuller, as if he had to widen his grip in order to continue rubbing himself. The head was swollen, flushed almost purple. His balls ached with pressure as they hung like weights against him, tight and high. His breath caught as the change surged through him, delicious and dangerous, like something divine.

He came once, quick and sticky. Intense.

But his erection didn’t soften, even as he arched his back and felt his roiling balls empty themselves with several large spurts. Instead, he felt more. More him, more male. His shoulders broadened, his back thickened, his thighs pressed wider apart as his traps swelled. In short, he felt muscle stacking on muscle, not freakishly cut, but powerful, smooth, functional. He felt better than he ever had in his life before, healthy and strong. His stomach curved with strength, not sharp, glossy abs, but real mass beneath a fine, healthy layer of fat and heat.

He looked down at himself and exhaled sharply. “Fuck.” His voice was low and rich now. It vibrated in his throat when he spoke, making him break into a heavy-lidded smile. He reached up and squeezed one thick bicep, then ran his hands across his chest. He was so dense and wide, slick with fresh sweat. He looked in the mirror across the room, just barely able to see his reflection, and smiled.

God, he felt good.

And the girls—his girls—were watching him now: Lorraine with a lazy, dreamy smile on her muzzle, and Andi with her dazed, flushed face and her slightly parted lips. She moaned again. Or maybe mooed. It was starting to get hard to tell the difference between the two. But it looked so sexy on her completely human face. She was…she was changing differently from Lorrai—Laurence. Larry’s name had disappeared from his brain for a second, like it wanted him to forget it.

The seam of his pants strained as he stood. He could feel it, every inch of muscle pulling at the fabric. And he liked that. He wanted to outgrow everything. Wanted to feel too big. Too strong. Wanted other guys on campus to look at him and ache with envy. Well, they would. He was sure of it.

He stroked himself again, slow and reverent. “M-mmy lord, it feels so damn mm—mmooo!” A deep, guttural mooo rose from his chest, unintentional and instinctive, and the sound made his entire cock tremble with pleasure.

Lorraine was curled in a warm puddle on the far end of the couch, chest rising and falling slowly, her udder rising with each breath. She was content. Half-dreaming. Her hand rested atop her soft cock like it was a plush toy. But she lifted her head from the sofa when Rob lowed, and her sleepy eyes blinked in languid happiness when she met Rob’s powerful gaze. He stood above them now heftier than before. He didn’t tower over them yet, but a thrum of excitement passed through him at the thought of it. His muscles pressed his jeans to their limits, each step threatening to burst a seam. He thought about changing, but he liked how it looked: the straining fabric over his shoulders, the way Andi’s eyes flicked down every time he flexed.

He bent toward her and pulled his cock back into his pants as he zipped them up. “Wanna go for a walk?”

Andi blinked. Her pupils were wide and glassy, and her lips were parted in a soft, sleepy little “o.” She mooed once, then nodded with a silly, eager smile. She was just the perfect little slut now, more perfect than Rob assumed Andy would end up. Flawless and breathtaking and already so stupid. He hadn’t realized she would be so dumb, but it was kind of endearing. Rob chuckled and helped her sit up. She made a little nnnf noise as she rose, breasts swaying on her narrow chest. She was still naked, save for some little socks clinging to her toes. Her hair was a tangled mess, her thighs sticky, her skin glowing.

She looked perfect.

“Let’s get you dressed,” he murmured.

She stared up at him, blinking slowly. “Duhhressed?”

He kissed her forehead. “Clothes, babe.”

“Cluhh…m-mmooo…” She mooed again.

He grabbed one of his oldest hoodies from his room—green, frayed at the wrists, and oversized—and gently pulled it down over her arms. It hung huge on her, swallowing her frame, smelling like sweat and cedarwood and whatever cologne he was likely to wear. She inhaled it deeply, then immediately melted into a happy, drunken sigh.

“Smell gooood,” she murmured. The words slurred together.

He grinned. “Glad you think so.”

She didn’t flinch when he helped her into a pair of his old boxers as well, stretched out enough to sit soft and comfortable on her hips. Her tailbone gave a little twitch, the suggestion of something still to come, but neither of them noticed. She wriggled adorably, pulling the hoodie down over her thighs as if it might help her feel covered. Nothing could help that little whore not look needy and cock-hungry, even if she didn’t know it yet, he thought suddenly, and the tone of it surprised him. His cock jumped in his underwear, and he shook his head to get the thought out of it before turning back to Andi and smiling.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Andi flushed. “Nuh uh.”

“Uh huh.”

She giggled. Her eyes crossed for a second, and then she leaned into his side and hugged his arm like it was a stuffed animal.

He tucked Lorraine in with the fleece blanket hanging over the couch, making sure she was cozy and warm. She mooed when he kissed her goodbye, and closed her eyes, completely unconcerned. Then he threw an ill-fitting t-shirt over his wide shoulders, grabbed his keys and wallet, and led Andi out into the hallway. She made a soft moo and clutched his hand tightly as they stepped into the open air, her nipples visibly stiff, even beneath the thick fabric. He also noticed how her hips were slightly wider, her legs softer, her walk more of a bounce than a stride. She clung to him like a baby cow following her bull. He hadn’t even gotten shoes onto her feet, but she didn’t seem to mind the feel of the carpet on her toes.

It made his cock twitch again.

The walk across the ped mall from their dormitory was quiet and dark. Rob didn’t know exactly what time it was, but the lights from the surrounding town had faded to a faint pink glow in the sky. Late enough that they only passed two people on the short walk, and each time they came near, he felt the way Andi drew close against him, as if he would keep her safe. He was starting to think he would, that he might do anything to keep her safe and next to him.

The commons were also mostly quiet at the late hour. Only a few students milled around the main floor, but enough for a few to notice him. Rob could feel it, the curious stares, the subtle side-glances, the jealous way two underclassmen gawked as he passed. He looked huge in his tight clothing. Andi clung to his arm like a dizzy little pillowcase full of honey, giggling, mooing softly now and then like she didn’t even know she was doing it. He was a perfect specimen, and he was walking with a nearly perfect female specimen too.

She tried to talk once. When he walked her toward the stairway, she paused unsteadily at the top. He pointed down to the food court on the lower floor, where they had one cafe that still served late-night customers. He could see it, the chairs set out around the center of the court, half a dozen other students eating and studying late. Then he looked back to Andi to see if she understood. She opened her mouth in a little round shape and pointed with him, a smile spreading across her face. “Fuh-fuhd!”

Rob leaned down and kissed her cheek with a smile. “You wanna eat, right?”

“Mmmhmm! Ah wuh—ahhh, h-hah guh fuh…” Her tongue was so thick and long and sluggish that her words were scarcely understandable, and as her thought faded, she mooed and burst into silly laughter.

“You want…” Rob’s words faded, his voice trembling on the edge of laughter as he considered the implications of buying a hamburger for a cow girl in progress. Andi gazed up at him, her big eyes so innocent and unsuspecting he thought it almost wasn’t possible to look so loyal and dependent. “You know, maybe I’ll get you one of those vegetarian burger things. I think they sell those. How does that sound?”

“Yess!” Andi squealed, pulling him excitedly down the stairs.

Rob followed close on her heels, though he didn’t think she even knew what he meant. All her little eager wiggles, and the ditsy way she bounced her heavy breasts and swung her slender, alluring hips, told him she was just happy he was buying her food. Even so, her dependence on him was making his cock hard, and he grunted as he adjusted himself.

The little late-night stall at the back of the commons was indeed still open, the scent of fried oil and microwaved indulgence wafting out into the air. Warm, heavy food smells. Grease and salt and melting cheese. It made Andi coo. Rob led her to a seat, and she curled into the corner booth like a sleepy kitten as he went up to the counter. The old hoodie began to slip off one shoulder, and her thighs were bare under the table, lips slightly parted as she stared at the menu above the register with dazed incomprehension. Her fingers toyed with the drawstrings on Rob’s sweatshirt. Her hand kept brushing the erect tip of her nipple, and each time it did, she gave a tiny, involuntary gasp.

Rob handled the ordering. A double vegetarian cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake. All for her. It was out in less than five minutes, and she mooed when she saw the tray. Rob took smaller steps than was natural, his legs held back by his jeans as he walked. He could feel the seams stretching to their limit with every movement, and the tray felt flimsy in his larger hands. Andi’s eyes widened when she saw him, and the muscles flashing beneath his clothes, and then her eyes locked onto the tray being set on the table.

“Ohhh, mmmuhh—muh-milkshake…” she murmured, face flushed and stupid with joy.

She slurped at it immediately, some of the pink cream catching on her lip as she greedily wrapped her mouth around the wide straw. Rob watched her wipe it off clumsily with the sleeve of her hoodie and then lick the sleeve. The moment she bit into the burger, struggling to get her entire mouth around the thick sandwich, she let out another little sound, low and slow. “Mmmoooh…”

Rob chuckled, sliding in beside her, taking up more than half the bench. He barely fit anymore. His shoulders brushed the metal edge, and his thighs spread wide beneath the table. The seams of his shirt were stretched to their limit, the neckline had beginning to sag beneath the strain of his growing chest. His pecs pressed visibly beneath the fabric with each breath.

Andi snuggled up to him while chewing, her body moving instinctively toward the biggest, safest heat source in the room. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes unfocused.

Rob scanned the space. Two guys near the drink machine glanced over again. One of them leaned to whisper something to the other. They looked, their eyes moving between him and her. Andi didn’t even notice—or maybe she did and liked it.

She gave a shy little giggle, then blinked and mooed again into her burger. It was hard to tell if she was embarrassed or excited as he looked down at her, so small as she wiggled her ass into her seat beside him. Probably both. She chewed slowly, mouth open, swallowing with effort. Every now and then she turned and pressed her face to Rob’s shoulder, murmuring half-sounds. They weren’t quite words anymore. Just fragments.

“Ahh—buhh—I wan’ eat fuhh…mmuhhh…”

“You’re doing great,” Rob murmured, his voice low and rich. “Just eat.”

Andi moaned, as if he had touched her instead of praising her, and several half-chewed chunks of burger dropped out of her mouth before she took another wide, greedy bite. She was…she was really stupid. Rob didn’t think he had ever seen a girl as dumb as her, and part of him worried if she had lost a little too much of herself during the first part of the transformation. The other part of him was almost painfully hard at how hot she already was, how endearing and trusting. He could probably tell her to do anything, and she might do it without even asking why.

“Hey, little lady,” a male voice to his left said. Rob turned his head and found a faintly familiar sophomore gazing hungrily at Andi while she ate. “You enjoying that burger?”

“Soooo goooood,” she nearly lowed in response, her voice stuffed with food and altogether too lewd for Rob’s comfort. She raised her eyes and smiled when she saw the new addition to the group. Then she moaned again and took another messy bite, condiments spilling out the bottom of the sandwich around her small fingers.

“Greedy, huh?” the growing annoyance asked, and Rob did his best to keep his temper. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, little lady. What’s your name?”

“Andi!”

“What a pretty name, Andi. Don’t you think so, Shane?” He stepped aside to welcome someone else into the group, and Rob gripped the edge of the table. Shane was one of the school’s best football players, and Rob had already sworn to be enemies with the jock. He glared as blond, smug Shane slid into the booth across from them and took Andi’s hand to kiss the back of it.

“So pretty,” Shane drawled, the corner of his mouth twitching upward when Andi giggled. She was practically preening under the new attention, but remained dedicated to finishing her meal before giving them her own full attention.

Rob watched silently as they tried to flirt with her in a number of ways: complimenting her, making innuendos, touching and kissing her hands, and making jokes with her. And still she continued to eat her burger as if she had never eaten one before, painting her face with ketchup and mustard and the shine of grease before it was wiped away and replaced with strawberry milkshake. She would giggle, sometimes respond in one or two word answers, but Rob could see she was starting to aggravate them.

“Tell me, Andi. How many drinks have you had tonight?” Shane asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Andi stared at him for a moment, a blank look on her face, before she held up one finger and reached out, her arm extending until she poked him on the nose and giggled. She pushed her chest out as she returned to her food, humming a song Rob was sure did not exist at all. He watched as Shane rolled his blue eyes, a muscle in his jaw jumping. Then Andi surprised them by actually speaking, her voice scarcely slurring at all. “I don’t drink, silly. I’m a Christian!”

About to end the increasingly strange conversation, Rob opened his mouth, but paused when he felt Andi’s hand on his thigh. A shudder moved through him, before he could turn his head and look down at her. She didn’t even seem to know she was touching him, but the sensation of her fingers pressed against his upper thigh, warm against the sensitive skin. She was chewing loudly, her mouth open, as if she hadn’t just remembered something important about her old self.

“Whatever,” Shane muttered, banging his way out of the booth and muttering something about women as he shoved his friend toward the stairs and the two of them left.

Rob watched as they went, waiting until they disappeared outside the upper level doors before deciding to turn back to Andi. She was still eating, as if no one had even interrupted them. Rob wanted to forget about it—he was supposed to be powerful! And they had just ignored him as if he didn’t even exist. Obviously Andi was his girl, and they were incredibly rude to try and take her from him. But Andi…Andi was loyal. He looked down at her and felt his heart flutter, his cock jump in his pants again. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, and she sighed contentedly as she settled against him again.

“Thank you,” he began, his voice scratching as it lowered even further, “for being a good girl and staying loyal.”

She smiled like she’d been praised for acing a test, and he could feel it rising in him again. The need to possess her, to own her, to show her off and make her remember she was his. God, it felt really good to think of her like that. His chest ached with the urge to expand, to fill his shirt, to flex just a little and feel the seams split. His cock throbbed against the tightness of the denim, not just from arousal. Now he was the kind of man other men noticed and envied. The kind of bull one sweet, stupid cow girl wanted to cuddle up to.

Before he could stop it, a deep rumble slipped from his chest. “Mmmmhhh…” Even though it wasn’t a complete lowing, he could feel the rightness of the sound in his chest, the calm that came from making it. Andi blinked up at him, smiling so big her eyes squinted shut, like she’d heard something funny.

He mooed again, softly. She mooed back.

And for one perfect moment, they sat together in the fluorescent-lit corner of the late-night campus food court, giggling and mooing together, full of grease and warmth and dumb, beautiful pleasure.