[Cowprobe]

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Originally posted last year on the Wreck-Shop Messege Board version2

Have about three more chapters. With an ‘ending’ of sorts finally gelling to completion.

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Pig Found Flesh

Or how to get into trouble looking for one night stands

“Thank you for your order have a nice day” Barkley smiled at the cute looking co-ed that faced his register in the campus student union eatery. His facial expression itself was a manifestation of the male drive to pass genes to every available, fertile, female. The subconscious train of thought that resulted from this imperative was led by the hair thin hope that somehow a woman would be so charmed by Files jackass grin that she’d want him without reservation. This paltry ritual was repeated on every lady that ranked entrance to Barkley Files fantasy harem who happened to be in his checkout line. However the mating instincts of Mr. Files female quarry seemed to want someone that would stick around and help raise kids instead of Barkley’s “Barked Knees” relationship approach.

“Thank you for your order have a nice day” Bark’s eyes lingered on a dark eyed face framed by long brown mousy hair and buried under a form obliterating mish-mash of unflattering fashion. She blinked a few moments in a surprise that Barkley’s experienced eye rated as genuine, this in turn made him give a smile that was no longer fueled by lonely desperation. The girl quickly took out a pen and wrote in a jerky hand “Mandy” on a piece of discarded register tape that found its way into Bark’s possession upon the return of her change. Bark looked at the title in green ink for a moment shaking his head at the audacity of it all. Then the tempo of growling stomachs and spent brains reached a rush and the girl was lost to Bark’s vision in a jostling of higher educated hunger.

“Thank you for your order have a nice day” the Hispanic girl paying in front of him couldn’t have been an inch over 5’ 3”. But despite her best efforts to lessen the horizontal hilltops straining behind her bra, those 32G glands were tingling Files’ libido. Barkley mentally high-fived his Veggie Burger dress code that required a happy-snake concealing apron as his mouth went dry. From the corner of his eye he thought he noticed something but put it off to the hallucination provoking display of carry-on fun baggage that bounced it’s way to the food court.

A tall, healthy and straight from the wild continent, Kenyan girl was a notable figure after smoke break. Long articulate fingers rested on her full lips and spotlight white teeth. The highways of her arms and legs made her supple midriff even more of an eye-catcher to Bark’s overwrought and under-released compulative confusion. The way her entire person towered over him made Barkley nearly lose his employee meal to erotic vertigo. The Kenyan’s hips were a metronome that compelled a long view of the return flight to her friends table. There was something about that table’s occupants that nagged at Bark’s short-order cook impaired, short term memory. A riotous chatter from the ‘Sandwich Creation Partition’ of Veggie Burger alerted him to his favorite visitors of the day: The Girl-Jocks.

These 4 girls were either a tribe of friendly lesbians, Bark mused, or the sports head of the university wanting to hedge his best seeds in one clique. Their loud chirpings were a counterpart to the resolute movements their bodies made. The Swimmer, with her water fought diminished chest, instead had another sort of thickness along her upper body. The Runner, with her overall condition of poised speed, made Bark wish he could spend some time getting to know the limits of her endurance run. The Soccer Player was short and her well formed legs led to a rounded ass that telegraphed her every step. The Basketball star was a hodge podge of sexiness from her general altitude to the arm development that pushed her sleeves around and the sliced six pack she sported.

Bark filled up his hollow face with a genuine enthusiasm displayed to each of these avatars of sensual fixation that paraded across his register. The fact that they all were situated across from his post making merry and entirely oblivious to his wandering lust guided eye made his droning occupation much more bearable.

However that nagging thought in his subconscious pushed to the surface like a fart in a bath tub. “That girl is with them?” Bark pondered silently while taking a quick look at the autographed receipt “Mandy eh? She’s been staring the entire time and I didn’t even notice, this will suck if she rats me out to her buddies”. Mr. Files considered vanishing like ninja to the back of the store to avoid the impending barbs hurled by the affronted collection of desirable bodies across from him. He changed his mind when the other girls left and this “Mandy” was still there watching intently. “Well I’m a big boy and at least I don’t have to be escorted to my parking spot by Public safety, I can risk talking with Psycho Man’dy.” Barkley Files concluded “If she’s still here after close that is”.

With the near guarantee of her absence Mr. Files decided to make a rare promise to himself “I’ll ask her out if she’s actually there though… she’s more my league anyhow” Bark estimated. After the tasks of shut down were back breakingly finished and stinking thoroughly of the major food groups prepared at Veggie Burger, Bark changed into his civvies and made to walk out to his car. He didn’t even look for his mousy voyeur, so confident of Mandy’s departure Barkley strode right through the food court. “Hey asshole I thought you’d keep me waiting all day!” a pair of arms snaked through his and a mop of brown hair connected to the cute face from earlier in the day materialized out of what Bark would claim to be thin air.

An exclamation of surprise and rapidly apologized for vulgarity later Bark stood in the still bustling Student Union with a meeting time and destination scrawled in that same green ink on his paycheck envelope. After showered preparation and arrival at the coffee house things soon stood in the direction of a nightcap. Bark wasn’t put off by this or even suspicious “Who am I to deny some broad her emotional rebound? “. After realizing she bussed to the location Bark agreed to drive her to her apartment. It ended up being a dorm and on a Friday night had later visiting hours than usual. After assurances that the Resident Assistant wouldn’t cause Mandy any trouble for having him over, Bark followed her up to her place. Being a few years out of college himself Bark felt his age as he entered halls that had advertisements for local bands and events that he hadn’t even heard of.

Mandy’s room was bare of almost any personal possessions and of a room-mate. All the other living spaces Bark passed were sardine crammed with occupancy so this was something of note. The lack of any nick-nacks meant she was either newly arrived, pretty tight financially or terrifyingly organized Bark noted quietly. There wasn’t even a television or a phone. However, behind an Indian blanket partition there was a large king sized poster bed that almost completely ate up the space any other furniture would have needed.

Suddenly feeling his coffee shake his stomach Bark excused himself to the bathroom. It was time to get his bearings and decide his next course of action and whether it would be doggie style or dirty Sanchez. “Man bagging some sweet co-ed night one, I guess the ideal of Location Location Location works as no other” Bark chuckled then rankled at an invisible foulness. He smelled something like fertilizer in the air and opened a window to ventilate and followed his nose to the curtained shower. “Hydroponics? So Mandy’s a dirty hippie eh? Maybe she has some shwag” Bark remarked upon seeing the collection of jury rigged sunlamps and the nutrient bath in the basin. Deciding that he’d pull a “Skin Deep” and use the glow in the dark condom brand, Bark returned to the living room/bedroom confident and ready to lie his balls off.

Apparently Mandy had the same line of reasoning as well she had changed out her unflattering clothing into an equally frumpy form obscuring pajama set with little lotus blossoms on its silk material. Her glasses were off though and her adorable face with its large dark eyes, small mouth and button nose looked irresistibly innocent. That raised some hesitation on Bark’s part as to how old she was exactly, before he could attempt some roundabout way of asking she responded to his unasked question “I’m 18 in four hours is that gonna be a problem?”. From Bark’s standpoint it wasn’t even an issue as the prospect of a nice anonymous coupling without money being spent seemed just the thing for his current state of affairs “Happy Birthday baby” he replied. Bark disrobed as if his clothes were on fire and soon was down to his briefs when Mandy interjected. “Wait a second come sit down, right here you can at least indulge me in some foreplay you big man-slut”. Looking about the bedroom portion of her living space and noting the few items of Buddhist and Hindu religious memorabilia he decided waiting would be just fine “Only if it’s tantric”.

Sitting on his back with a tent pole in his shorts Bark shrugged “Now what?” Mandy implored him to lie headfirst in her lap “I want you relaxed so I can work at getting you excited again…” was the explanation she supplied. He could finally feel her flesh with the back of his neck since she was sitting Indian style. Being this close to her he could smell her musk and it wasn’t some nasty petroli oil either, more like flowers to his food service bullied nostrils. As her little hands cradled his head their touch made him momentarily wince from how cold they were. Looking into her face he could see that she had to be Pacific Rim but he didn’t know of anyplace where a person so light could have thrived in that equatorial landscape without hefty sun burn.

“Now I want you to be entirely truthful with me, if you try to weasel out I’ll scream RAPE at the top of my lungs and trust me these walls are thin enough when they have to be” Mandy ordered. Bark scowled and he was about to get up and leave when he took a good look up at his host/blackmailer “Fine I can do that what do you want to know?” if this was all he had to do at least it was cheaper than a flick and dinner. “Exactly what turns you on. No Bullshit” Mandy challenged. Hearing the word BS come out of such an innocent face made him nearly begin cracking up.. “Right riiiight like when you talk dirty? That sort of thing?” Bark questioned. “No no, like what sort of girl you like that sort of thing I saw you checking out my friends all day” Mandy explained.

It was an uncomfortable few moments “Okay.. don’t take this personally.. I mean .. screw it.“ as much as Bark wanted to get it on, getting horizontal with some foreign exchange brat wasn’t his idea of a good Friday night and it was early enough to call this off. He didn’t want to just up and leave though he’d be honest, brutally so. “Okay fine, I like a big pair of firm breasts on a lady, ones that just defy gravity yet are enough to make holding a real difficulty”. Bark waited for a reaction but it was the almost Sienfieldian opposite of what he expected as Mandy took it in “Close your eyes”. Her hands began to rub his temples and shoulders in a relaxing way and startled by her lack of tension at his reply Bark re-evaluated the situation and decided that if she got turned on by hearing what she lacked so be it. “Now think really hard about what finding the perfect sort of .. Tits would be like, their shape the way the nipples point out the sweeping way a really big pair would just shadow the navel and hide the elbows, prime firm natural jiggling mounds” Bark layed it on thick. “Whoa … you really DO like breasts” Mandy concluded “Here let me slide over”. She faced him straddling the top of his crotch now. Bark’s manhood, still trapped underneath his boxers, while aroused was barely cognizant of her light weight. “MMMMMmmm hold that thought” Mandy implored “Right here” she placed his hands on her small bony waist and pointed his thumbs up as with each breath the top of her nighty began to fill. Bark still keeping his eyes closed though didn’t see a thing until Mandy’s neo-nipples grazed his thumbs from their increased volume.

“Holy Shit!!” Barks eye were about to pop out of his head as he tried to get her off of his waist. Despite her small stature, but in no way mammary size, she rode out his panic by clutching the sheets of the king-size and landing full on his torso with her own. “I don’t know what sort of game you’re”. Bark was about to chide her for using a trick bra when he felt the firm globes and saw how they compressed between their bodies. He looked into her face which had a grin that almost bisected her head. “MMMmmmmm” she rubbed against him and clutched his equipment in a strange grasp that cut off the blood but didn’t cause profound erection shattering pain. “Not yet.. now are you going to run away?” she probed. Bark moved his hand under her nightshirt after getting the cutest blushing assent from Mandy. “They’re fucking huge.. how are you going to stand?”. She just shrugged “So I take it you’re staying the night?” to which Bark just silently nodded.

She looked at him for a few moments expectantly “So anything else you enjoy” she gave his muted member a different hold through his shorts which left him with the pounding buzz of a pre-ejaculate countdown but with none of the mess. Breathlessly Bark responded almost bidden beyond his will “I like tall drinks of water, women that are sleek and lengthy by still have curves.., long fingers longer legs I can’t tell you how sexy a nice pair of long feet are”. Mandy raised an eyebrow as she delicately cracked her back from the wobbling weight that distorted the front of her lotus emblazoned jammie top “Try me”. Bark did another double take at the inhalation animated masses that hung defiantly from her chest took a deep breath and continued “Seeing a pair of well formed peds with long toes and clean nails makes me hornier than I am already” he gasped from the admission as she lied on him so her back was facing him and her head was just below his.. Reorienting his arms and legs so they wrapped around her own she began to stretch from the middle outwards. They sank into the mattress as from nowhere at all her weight began to increase Bark could feel the sheer amount of her just flow as if she was being poured onto him. The jammies no longer disguised her willowy figure as forearms waist and ankles protruded from the silken material as her head reached Bark’s spilling its hair all over his face causing him to cough it out of his mouth. “Sorry” Mandy now steeped her tapered fingers and rolled off clumsily turning, unused to her new anterior additions, and placed herself back onto Mr. Files with her clean ivory feet in his face. They were the most beautiful throwbacks with dexterous toes that played with Bark’s ears and accidentally poked one of his nostrils. “Sorry again it’s hard to see with these things” Mandy motioned grabbing enough of her front for three women.

“I think I’m gonna have a heart attack unless I get a drink of water or shoot my load” due to the impossible events of the last few minutes Barkley Files dropped all gentlemanly pretense and spilled out his stream of consciousness “That’s great and all I mean…”. Mandy tried to stand and had to pull herself up one of the banisters to shakily jiggle there panting as well “You think this is easy jerk off?”. Bark noted at the way Mandy’s attempts to navigate the dorm apartment to the kitchen looked like a new-born horse foal making its first steps. “Exactly you look like you need some help”, Bark quickly caught her before she ate rug. Pressed against him Mandy noted “You seem to need some help too” and with her even more persuasive digits she somehow calmed his pulsing raging hard on to a mere simmer.. They both agreed to a short break to rehydrate. Bark looked at her fridge only to find no food at all and instead an entirety of sealed spring water in reused milk gallon jugs. “Thanks” she tried to chug it but her new limbs must have been heavier than what she was used to and she just ended up getting her obvious front wet enough to provoke titanic nipplage. Bark didn’t pick up his jaw from the milk frontage peepshow so when he too tried to drink his lap got water soaked as well “Damnit Damnit I HATE wet shorts”. She snorted and retorted “You think I like having big wet tits…I mean … shit..” they both laughed at that and then Mandy crooked her arms underneath her chin. “So anything else? You’ve left me a soaked Barbie doll.. I think I’m going to have to Tae-Bo or something just to be able to walk around without falling on my face”.

Bark sighed deeply “Yeah I think I know where this is going but I want to ask you something first?” Mandy shrugged setting off a small tremor of baby feeding flesh. She replied “You’re smart enough not to be wondering how I did this, so I give you some credit shoot”. Bark tried to explain but kept on stopping short until finally Mandy reached across the table to devour his hand in two of hers and looked him in the eyes “I won’t hurt you as long you’re straight with me, is that what you were wondering?”. Bark nodded as the reality of his situation suddenly hit him with all its particular implications. “Could you help me back to the bed?” Mandy whined, Bark looked her over “No I tell you here if you don’t mind”.

He estimated the space between him and the door. His trench coat and flip flop shoes were within easy reach and his keys and wallet were there as well “So what the Hell I’ll tell her” he thought. He went to Mandy and handled the water jug as to give her as much as she needed. An amazing three gallons later a dumbfounded Bark began. “I like athletic women. The way their flesh moves, the confidence, the way they are soft and hard at the same time. The swimmers thickness that comes from moving herself in a range of motion and not just one purpose. The toned animal grace of gymnastics prodigies. But like an idiot I also really grog on the different extremes of Jocular women. I love the way a runner looks so lean and energetic. The bubble asses of soccer and rugby chicks make me hard like Sir-Mix-A lot. I also really like women that have muscle that well WORKS. Power lifters fall under that category too”.

Mandy looked at him from a sideways glance “Okay come here and sit” she pushed away from the table to reveal her slim form’s lap and jiggling chest “Facing me like you’re doing me right here, though I’d prefer the bed”. Bark complied and mounted her feeling like a strange reversal of the lap dances he would be attending had he just taken the back way out of work. She laced her fingers with his and looked him in the eyes defiantly. She began trying to stand up her model thin legs, while not anorexic, as a result of her lengthening were still woefully underpowered to lift herself much less Bark on top of her. The strain made the small muscles in her neck bulge from effort as veins began to touch the surface of her skin. Bark saw as arteries and veins quivered in stark relief while Mandy grunted “Think harder”. Bark complied imagining each idealized physique in turn while Mandy panted and groaned “No you jackass Think HARDER as in more Hard!”. Bark nodded and she began to fill out a fiber at a time, the effect was like metal ridges rising beneath her skin. Minutes later she was still at it and had gotten her ass two inches off of the chair “Push into me as much as you can” Mandy barked through gritted teeth. All the major veins pulsed underneath her skin like tubular lightening bolts when Bark wound his feet around the chair legs and pushed her arms past her head. “OW Ah Errrghh No no that’s it don’t worry about hurting me” from the nights events so far Bark nodded responsively and basically tried to consensually break her arms. As he pushed her back the impact control devices that were her huge breasts suddenly seemed to be growing higher. Upon closer inspection he noticed her top was being filled with flesh and that her arms were tightening the silk. In order to give Mandy’s rapidly fortifying frame more resistance Bark made to push the chair into the wall but he miscalculated her weight and instead tipped it backwards and landed on top of her. “Ughh” her head bounced off the floor due to her new height. She shook her head and chuckled with tears coming out of the edges of her eyes “Perfect, ugghh put your feet on my hands”. Bark looked at her for a second taking it all in.

Mandy was originally much shorter than him before the nights implausible foreplay got underway, now with her back on the floor as he made his way to stand on her palms he noticed that she must have gotten even taller in the past few minutes which put her at least over his height of 5’ 10”. Standing on her hands Bark saw her grunt at his 200lbs her face turned red “Still thinking!!?” Mandy choked out. Bark was about to lie but remembered her condition on truthfulness and replied “No I’m a little distracted” Mandy shrugged and began lifting Bark gradually off the floor. He could see entire muscle groups quiver into relief. Now as before the impetuous for her changes seemed to orient from her belly that got hardest the earliest with it rapidly becoming a chessboard of ridged abdominals that rose like hotcakes under her pale skin. Her waist widened structurally to accommodate the muscle that was outlining itself in her silk jimmies making the lotus pattern instead resemble white cabbages. Shoulders widened gathering the sleeve material that dropped down when her arm was smaller into pumped sweat soaked biceps which terminated in forearms that put his wage slave ones to shame. Mandy was about as big as the Basketball Player girl Bark ogled earlier and from the density of her torso and legs the much lusted features of the Soccer Player and the Swimmer were coming into their own. Her thighs and increased glutes were splitting the seams on her silk jammie pants as cords of spontaneous sinew filled like steel sausages.

As Bark Files was raised higher and higher he could see that the calves were molding nicely from the range of lift provided by her long feet. Now as large as an Olympic weightlifting contender except 6 feet tall Mandy cried out “Remember that runner?” before Mr. Files unbelieving eyes as he tried his damndest to both keep his balance and the thought in his head. A sprinter’s sleekness suddenly compressed her limbs stealing none of the measurements of her thick muscles but instead extending their dimensions as to make her musculature seem her natural default state instead of an analogue to years of dedicated training. Then Bark turned his head and saw the encroaching ceiling slipped off her hands, bounced his head off the table and landed ass first on her shaking chest jello.

Bark was rolled onto the floor as Mandy got up “Holy shit you have a really powerful imagination… “ she chuckled as she went out of the kitchen and grabbed his trench coat to cover herself. The remains of the pajama cloth were torn off while she had her back turned to him to preserve her dignity. Bark had his erection scared out of him by the fall and shook his head “Guess it was my turn eh?”.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door “Oh no!” Mandy gasped. Putting her hands to her mouth in a surprised O that made Bark laugh to see it she seemed to grow even paler. “What can scare you? You bitchslap the laws of nature you She H..”. A large hand secured itself around his mouth as Mandy pulled him close. The odd combination of huge teats and a barrel chest forced him to stoop a little as she whispered “Look this apartment isn’t exactly .. mine. “. Bark was going to berate her despite her size put instead pointed to the closet. Mandy nodded, grabbed his shoes and tossed herself and him inside. The smell of her made Bark heady with excitement once more for what must have been a record breaking fifth below the belt blood surge. From his pawings Mandy must have been pretty heated as well since her nipples were about to leave welts on Bark’s sides. Mandy pulled Bark into an inescapable trap of her arms. For some damn reason she was still cold.. but after a few minutes of groping each other she warmed up enough so it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Well I guess it was just the ghosts again.. “ an unidentified voice said as another responded “Hey look in the bathroom.. someone must have been growing pot!!”. Bark could sense despair coming off of Mandy not so much from any mental connection as the fact she tensed up and almost made him black out til his frantic tappings had her release him a little bit. Murmuring to her Bark pleaded “Look I’m not asking how you do it just can you do it backwards?”. He felt her nod since they were in such close confines. “Hey this is some guy’s clothes!! “ Unidentified voice one announced number two reacted with a nugget of know how “I think someone’s been living in here over break… that and this place smells like friggin potpourri and you know Housing never uses that crap, any how I’m telling HQ to call the police and we’ll get this all straightened”.

“Look, you’re brand new right?” Bark pleaded, “Just stop them without killing them and you can stay at my place okay?”. There was a long pause “Okay, you remember any Kung Fu movies?” Mandy responded.

MORE TO COME FOR ONCE

YEAH WHO DA THUNK IT?

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Comments welcome. Will post other chapters eventually.

[Richard]

Great story, this place just keeps getting better and better.

[Anonymous]

Very cool, man! Thanks for posting! Look forward to the next part!

[nic2800]

I've been reading this Cowprode classic. I must have missed it over the years……..this is pretty cool stuff.

[Author]

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