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The Supernatural Adventures Of Lara Croft	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 38725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game, Lara Croft or any of the other characters in it. I do not make any money from writing these stories.

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Lara Croft ignited a flare and tossed it as far as she could across the ancient stone floor. The flare burned bright red, casting lurid shadows against the thick stone columns and low arched ceiling. As the corridor filled with red smoke, Lara pulled on her night vision goggles and switched to the thermal mode. The burning flare appeared like a bright white light in the corner of her vision, but she made sure not to look directly at it. The flare served two purposes: firstly, the light it cast would illuminate any threats in this unexplored section of tunnels; but more importantly, the smoke would obscure her from anyone else that might be present.
Lara drew her pistols and advanced through the red smoke, scanning left and right between the columns. She had every reason to be cautious: after her humiliating capture in Alaska, while trying to retrieve the Idol of Amarok, Lara vowed that she would never allow herself to be caught off-guard again.
“Anything?” Zip’s voice asked through her headset.
Zip was Lara’s tech support, and a whiz with anything electronic.
“Negative. I seem to be alone.” Lara answered softly.
It was impressive that she was still able to get reception on her headset this far underground. At the other end of the arched gallery was the ancient burial crypt, made up of row after row of stone alcoves, stacked three high and filled with skeletal remains. It looked like a dead end – to anyone that wasn’t her, she grinned. Lara scanned the ancient Greek writing above each alcove, until she found the one that she was looking for. Grimacing in distaste, Lara pushed aside the stacked bones and crawled inside.
The cramped alcove was 3 feet high and 3 feet wide, and was dug about 6 feet into the solid rock. Lara crawled to the end of the alcove and pressed her hands against the wall. It felt solid. She pushed the stone with all her might, but it still wouldn’t budge.
“Are you sure this is it?” Lara asked through her boom mic.
“That’s what the scroll said.” Alistair, Lara’s archaeology research assistant, replied through her headset.
“It’s just… I’d hate to be desecrating a crypt for nothing!” Lara said, acutely aware of her reputation in academic circles.
Lara had made many impressive archaeological finds over the years, and had donated a sizeable number of them to the British Museum; but her detractors claimed that she was a grave robber, blundering around ancient tombs and doing untold damage to their irreplaceable treasures. Given the vandalism she was about to inflict upon this particular ancient tomb, she wanted to make damned sure it was worth it.
“Lara, I promise you it’s there!” Alistair said confidently though her headset.
Lara took a deep breath and pulled a small hard-plastic case from her backpack. She carefully laid the case down to one side and then unfolded a compact steel pickaxe. Lara spent several minutes using the pick to hammer 4 fist sized holes into the dense stone at the end of the alcove. Then she carefully opened the hard black case and pulled out a pliable brick of grey-coloured plastic explosive. Lara used her knife to cut the plastic explosive into four equally sized cubes, which she stuffed into each of the holes like putty.
Lara pulled out a second hard-plastic case containing half-a-dozen radio controlled blasting caps and a radio frequency detonator. Lara pressed a steel blasting cap into each block of plastic explosive. When she was done, she carefully pressed the activation switch located at the base of each blasting cap, which made them live. Lara quickly scrambled out of the alcove and pressed herself flat against a stone wall, several feet away. She opened her mouth and breathed out – it was an old trick used by soldiers to avoid the overpressure from an explosion bursting their eardrums. Then she pressed the detonator.
Dust and stone fragments blasted out of the alcove and the chamber was filled with a deafening bang. Lara coughed through the smoke and dusted herself off. Her green tank-top and tight brown shorts were turned a dirty grey colour, and her lightly tanned skin was covered in a thin layer of grey dust. She didn’t even want to think about how long it would take to wash the dirt out of her hair. Lara made one last sweep of the chamber, to satisfy herself that she was still alone. Then she crawled back inside the alcove.
A jagged 2-foot-wide hole had been blasted through the stone at the end of the alcove. Lara crawled through the hole and into another narrow stone tunnel. The tunnel here was more roughly cut and appeared much older than the crypt outside. The tunnel was not much bigger than the alcove, and Lara was forced to crawl forward on her hands and knees. After about 30 feet, the tunnel opened out into a roughly cut amphitheatre. Inside, on a raised alter at the centre of the domed chamber, was her prize: the solid-gold Idol of Phasthousa.
The Idol of Phasthousa took the form of a golden cow, as Phasthousa was one of the two nymph daughters of the Greek Son God, Helios, who was charged with tending to her father’s sacred herd of cattle. It was odd to have a minor goddess honoured with her own shrine in this way, but Lara supposed that the Ancient Greeks were a very pious and religious people. That fact that she was such a minor goddess had worked in Lara’s favour, because her shrine had apparently been forgotten and thus escaped being looted by successive waves of invaders.
The amphitheatre was filled with a pale light, despite being windowless and located so deep underground. Lara looked left and right, before climbing warily out of the tunnel. It was only her instincts that made her duck and roll, as a massively oversized fist slammed into the stone wall above her head. Lara rolled to her feet and drew her twin Heckler and Koch USP pistols. For an instant only, she froze, not quite believing what she was seeing. The enormous creature was half man, half bull. It had the head of a snorting bull, with two wickedly sharp horns that were each at least a foot long; but its body was that of a heavily muscled human. The enraged, 8 foot tall Minotaur roared and lowered its head to charge.
Lara aimed her pistols and fired. The Minotaur barely even slowed. Lara emptied half of her twin 18-round magazines into the head of the charging monster, and then rolled smoothly to her left and emptied the remaining rounds into its flank. The beast roared in anger and turned. Lara scrambled to reload her pistols and then sent another torrent of 9mm hollow-point rounds shooting into the Minotaur’s enormous body. The Minotaur waded through her gunfire like it was heavy rain. Lara rolled again, only just avoiding a massive pair of descending fists that hammered down into the stone floor where she had been standing.
Lara emptied a second set of magazines into the Minotaur and reloaded. She was acutely aware that she only had four magazines left for her pistols. Time to play dirty, she thought! This time, rather than waiting for the Minotaur to charge her, Lara sprinted straight towards it at full speed. The Minotaur blinked in confusion and then stepped forward with its armed outstretched, ready to grab and crush her. At the last possible moment, Lara slid feet-first between its legs and unloaded her pistols upwards into its exposed crotch. The Minotaur howled in pain, cupping its perforated balls, as it fell forward onto its knees.
Lara leapt back to her feet and pressed her right-hand pistol against the base of the Minotaur’s thick skull. She fired point-blank into the back of the Minotaur’s head, emptying the entire magazine, until the Minotaur gave a piteous moan and pitched forward onto its face. Lara took a deep breath and then spoke into her boom mic.
“Zip, are you there?” Lara asked, but she received only static in response.
I must be too far underground to get a signal, she thought. She walked towards the altar and examined her prize.
“You’re a big girl, aren’t you?” Lara said, as she lifted the heavy golden cow from the altar.
She saw the Idol glowing softly in the dim light, but failed to notice that a similar glow passed over her own body as she lifted it. Shaking her head, she placed the Idol inside her backpack and turned.
“Oh crap!” Lara said, as she watched the injured Minotaur crawl up onto its hands and knees.
Blood was leaking from its mouth and the multiple wounds all over its body. It climbed to one knee, and to her horror, Lara saw that its wounds were somehow healing themselves. Lara watched as dozens of mushroom-shaped 9mm projectiles were pushed out of the Minotaur’s open wounds, which were knitting shut before her eyes. She realised that she didn’t have much time – the Minotaur would be fully healed within moments, and it was standing directly between her and the only way out.
Lara ran forward, firing as she moved, and emptied her pistols into the Minotaur’s face. Just as she’d hoped, it ducked its mighty head and charged. Lara holstered her pistols and grabbed hold of the Minotaur’s horns. The Minotaur flicked its head upwards, trying to gore her with its horns, but Lara used its momentum to propel herself upwards over its charging body. She landed on her feet and then sprinted towards the narrow entrance of the tunnel she’d first come from. Lara only just managed to crawl inside before the Minotaur’s massive body slammed against the entrance.
Much too large to fit, the Minotaur reached inside with its enormous hands, trying desperately to pull her back into the chamber. Lara scrambled backwards, just out of reach. She took one last look at the enraged Minotaur and then crawled back out of the tunnel. She carefully exited the alcove, again checking to make sure that she was alone.
“Lara? Lara, can you hear me?” Zip’s frantic voice suddenly broadcast through her headset.
“I’m here!” Lara answered through her boom mic.
“Are you alright?” Zip asked.
“I ran into a small problem, but I got what we came for.” Lara answered, as she carefully navigated her way back up to the surface.
Lara made her way down to the beach and then removed her boots and socks, before wading out into the warm Mediterranean water. The small fishing boat she had hired was anchored just a few yards from the beach. Lara tossed her shoes and backpack inside the small aluminium motorboat and then submerged herself under the water, to wash away the dirt and dust covering her body, before climbing aboard the boat. Lara gathered-in the anchor and then pulled the starter cord on the boat’s small outboard motor. It failed to start on the first three tries, but then spluttered to life on the fourth attempt.
Lara steered the boat out of the sheltered bay and then pointed it towards the coastal resort where she was staying. It would take the underpowered fishing boat at least 4 hours to reach her destination. Lara used that time to stow away her tactical gear and weapons in a large black duffel bag, and changed into her bikini. She doubted that the local police force would take too kindly to her turning up with firearms strapped to her thighs. Besides, her cover for hiring the fishing boat had been that she intended to go snorkelling around some of the smaller Greek islands, so she might as well look the part.
It was almost sunset by the time Lara’s tiny fishing boat puttered into dock at the luxury resort where she was staying. As she expected, there was a small contingent of paparazzi present as she moored her boat at the marina and walked back to the hotel. Lara looked amazing in her stylish black bikini, which was edged with silver. She’d chosen to go with a Brazilian bikini on this holiday because of the likelihood of paparazzi being present at the resort. The black and silver bikini was still very sexy, which was good for her public image, but the cut wasn’t too revealing or slutty. Not that Lara was averse to wearing revealing thong bikinis in private, but publicly she had a reputation to uphold.
Half a dozen paparazzi photographers swarmed around her, snapping multiple photographs of her sexy body, which would later grace the gossip pages of tabloid newspaper and celebrity news websites. Lara looked like a swimsuit model in her elegant black and silver bikini. Her long athletic legs and perfect hourglass figure were enough to get any man’s heart racing, and more than a few women. Lara’s actual measurements were a matter of much debate on the internet forums – some of the claims were so far off the mark that Lara had to roll her eyes at how absurd they were.
Lara had tried to set the record straight by having her publicist release her official stats to the media: height 5 foot 9 inches, weight 130 pounds, chest 36 inches, waist 24 inches, hips 36 inches – a perfect hourglass figure. What she had neglected to list was her bra size, and so the celebrity websites started quoting 36D or even 38D – estimates that only served to prove that the people writing these bios had no understanding of how women’s bra sizing worked. To set the record straight, the first number on a woman’s bra is the circumference of her ribcage, measured just below her breasts – in Lara’s case, 32 inches. The letter represents the difference between that measurement and the circumference of her chest, measured at the nipples. So, a 1 inch difference is an A-cup, 2 inches is a B-cup, 3 inches is a C-cup and so on. Lara had a 36 inch bust and a 32 inch ribcage: therefore, she wore a 32D bra.
How then did you get to 36D or 38D? That would give her a chest measurement of between 40 to 42 inches! All Lara could think was that the higher numbers sounded more impressive and therefore sexier to men who were attracted to large breasted women. Lara tried to imagine what she would look like with a 40 inch bust, which on her athletic frame would mean H-cup breasts. Her mind conjured up an image of her as a slutty stripper, shaking her watermelon-sized tits in a seedy strip club. The mental image made her cringe.
“Lady Croft, are you enjoying your stay in Greece?” asked a photographer.
“How long do you plan to stay?” another asked.
Lara didn’t stop walking, but gave them an answer in her best posh English accent.
“Only a few more nights, I’m afraid. I have to be back in London by next week for British Museum’s Gala Dinner.” Lara answered.
She didn’t mention that the Gala Dinner was being held in her honour. To self-promote herself like that would be gauche and far beneath someone of her social status and breeding. Of course, if the tabloids and newspapers happened to mention it… well that was hardly her fault, was it? And a little bit of extra publicity never hurt anyone. The British Museum had invited her to be the guest of honour at their latest unveiling, the centrepiece of which was a priceless Ancient Egyptian artefact that Lara had recently agreed to loan to the museum: the Idol of Hathor.
Lara’s first encounter with the Idol of Hathor had almost ruined her reputation. The cursed artefact had possessed her with lust and turned her into little more than a wanton whore. Lara had only undone the Idol’s curse by returning it to the Nubian village that she had stolen it from. The tribal chieftain and his sons had gangbanged Lara as punishment for her theft of their sacred relic and then expelled her from the village, naked except for her boots and covered in cum. What followed was one of the most humiliating experiences of Lara’s young life, as she was forced to prostitute herself to multiple strangers in exchange for clothing, food and a ride to the airport.
At least when she was being gangbanged by the Nubian Tribe, Lara was able to rationalise that it wasn’t her choice: she was being influenced by the Idol of Hathor’s curse. On the trip back to the airport, she had to face the bitter reality that she had become a whore. It was a humbling and bitter experience for the wealthy, high-born Countess, and one that she was determined no other woman should have to suffer. So Lara returned to the University and gathered up dead Professor Wormstrome’s notes. Through reading his extensive research, she learned how to destroy the Idol’s curse permanently.
Armed with this additional knowledge, Lara crept back into the Nubian village where the Idol was located. She chose her visit to coincide with a local festival, when all of the local men would be heavily drunk and busy having sex with their many wives. Lara snuck back into the Idol’s underground resting place, where she recited the ritual words and then used a blowtorch to melt away the golden writing located on the base of the Idol. Then she snuck back out of the village with the now harmless Idol, happy in the knowledge that King Ajola’s days of turning women into wanton whores for his own amusement were over.
Back at the hotel, Lara locked her latest acquisition inside the hotel’s safe and then returned to her room to relax before dinner. She had decided to stay at the hotel for a couple more days, so as not to arouse any suspicions. Then she would fly back to London on her privately chartered jet, smuggling the Idol of Phasthousa out with her. After a short but refreshing 2 hour nap, Lara showered and started to get ready for dinner. As she looked at herself in the steamy bathroom mirror, she smiled at how tiny her waist looked. Maybe she had lost some weight while tomb raiding, she thought. Lara smiled broadly: nothing makes a woman happier than losing weight without trying.
What Lara didn’t realised was that it wasn’t her waist that had grown smaller, but rather her bust and ass that had grown subtly larger. In the 8 hours since she had removed the Idol Phasthousa from its shrine, Lara’s perfect breasts had grown in size by 1 inch to an E-cup, and her tight round gymnast’s ass had also grown by 0.5 inches. Completely unaware of the subtle changes taking place inside her body, Lara walked from the bathroom into her luxurious hotel room and started to dress. She slipped on a pair of red G-string panties and then slid her elegant red cocktail dress up over her head.
The dress was backless, which mean that Lara couldn’t wear a bra, but Lara was blessed with full, perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity, despite their impressive size. Lara slid the dress down over her hips. It seemed slightly tighter than the last time she had worn it, but Lara dismissed that thought as just being her imagination, after spending all day in a swimsuit. Lara sat down on the bed and pulled on a pair of elegant red high heels, buckling them up around her slender ankles. Next, she brushed out her long dark hair and styled it into her trademark ponytail, which tickled her naked skin as it hung down her back. Finally, she applied her makeup and then completed her outfit with an expensive necklace of white pearls, and two matching pearl earrings.
Lara stepped from her room and walked gracefully down the long carpeted corridor to the foyer of the hotel, where a flustered-looking desk clerk rushed to open the door for her. Lara could see the desk clerk practically drooling over her outfit, but she was used to the attention and just smiled politely. She had made a reservation at a famous Michelin Star restaurant, located within walking distance of her hotel and famous for being popular among rich celebrities. As Lara strode confidently up to the front door, she was immediately swarmed by a dozen paparazzi photographers, who snapped photographs of her from every conceivable angle.
Lara had chosen this dress because it was elegant and sexy, without being too revealing. Unfortunately for her, the dress didn’t quite fit the same over her curvier proportions. Lara’s red cocktail dress had two thin straps that looped down from around her slender neck and then joined with the sweetheart front of the dress. The sweetheart neckline was constructed to resemble the top humps of a love heart, and would have ordinarily showed only the top curves of her breasts; but unknown to Lara, her larger E-cups were pushing the front of the dress much further outwards, exposing an indecent amount of her deep central cleavage, as well as a scandalous amount of side-boob.
The lower part of the flowing red dress travelled down to just above Lara’s slender ankles. The back of the dress ended just above her tiny waist, leaving the smooth sensual curve of her naked lower back on full display; but beneath it, Lara’s subtly fuller ass was pushing the back of the dress further out. Whereas before, Lara’s round gymnast’s ass would have been faintly outlined by the fitted dress, its shape was now clearly visible through the stretched red material, leaving very little to the imagination. Her slightly larger backside also meant that the long side slit that ran up the right side of the dress now hung permanently open, exposing Lara’s naked upper thigh to the flashing cameras.
Lara was oblivious to all of this, and smiled as she posed for the cameras. The paparazzi were overjoyed: elegant photographs of the astonishingly beautiful Lady Lara Croft always sold well, but racy photos of her sold even better. As Lara walked into the restaurant for her meal, the photographers talked amongst themselves. They all loved Lara’s sexier, more daring look and they couldn’t wait to see what swimsuit she’d be wearing tomorrow.
Early the next morning, while Lara slept – and exactly 8 hours after her first change – Lara’s breasts and butt grew again. Her breasts grew another inch, to F-cups, and her butt cheeks filled out another 0.5 inches. Lara didn’t feel any different when she awoke the next morning, although she felt slightly off-balance while completing her morning regimen of stretches, burpees, squats, pull-ups and push-ups. She just assumed it was her imagination. In reality, her balance had changed. She had gone from a perfect hourglass figure of 36-24-36 (36 inch bust, 24 inch waist, 36 inch hips), to a slightly top-heavy figure of 38-24-37.
Lara had a light breakfast delivered to her room and then dressed in her bikini. The black and silver bikini felt weirdly tighter than it had the previous day, and seemed to be riding up in strange places. Lara assumed it must have shrunk slightly in the warm sea water, and she promised herself that she would complain to the shop where she purchased it, when she was next in London. Lara collected her towel and walked from her hotel room and down to the postcard-like Mediterranean beach. The beach had several hundred people sunbathing and swimming on it, and the same group of paparazzi photographers from the previous night were there waiting for her. They immediately started snapping hundreds of photographs of Lara in her black and silver swimsuit.
Not wanting to miss out on a good publicity opportunity, Lara smiled at them and tossed her hair. In the full light of day, the changes to Lara’s body were much more apparent, especially given the bikini she was wearing. Lara’s large F-cup breasts were now spilling out around the triangular cups of the black and silver bikini top, and the back of her bikini bottoms had disappeared up in-between her firm round butt cheeks, making it appear almost like a thong. Lara could feel the other beachgoers stopping to stare at her, but again she knew that she was astonishingly beautiful and thus she was used to the attention. The men stared at her with undisguised lust, while the women looked upon her with a mixture of envy and animosity. Some of them even covered the eyes of their young children, as if Lara were doing something indecent.
“Lara, how long have you had the new breasts?” A photographer shouted out brazenly.
“What?” Lara asked in shock, believing she must have misheard him.
“Yeah, when did you get the boob-job?” Another asked.
“I beg your pardon?” Lara exclaimed, feeling herself blushing with embarrassment.
“Come-on Lara, they look amazing. Given them a shake for us!” A third photographer shouted.
“I have not had plastic surgery!” Lara insisted, feeling herself turning bright red.
“Sure you haven’t!” A photographer said, winking at her as he took her picture. “I’m sure they’re 100 percent natural!”
Everyone nearby laughed at her, and Lara felt herself blush with embarrassment. She stormed from the beach, her ears still ringing with the sounds of jeering laughter. Who did they think they were, treating her so disrespectfully, she thought? Didn’t they know who she was? Lara decided that she wouldn’t be staying in Greece for a few extra days after all, and called Winston to have her chartered jet readied for departure. Then she packed her bags and collected the Idol of Phasthousa from the hotel’s safe.
Back down on the beach, the paparazzi hastily called their respective editors with news of Lara’s breast enlargement. Lara didn’t know it yet, but photographs of her artificially enlarged breasts would soon be splashed across the front pages of every gossip magazine and tabloid newspaper in the United Kingdom, as well as abroad. Her enlarged breasts were about to become the number one piece of gossip being discussed in the country, from the highest corporate boardroom to the lowest factory lunch room.
It was a 3.5 hour flight from Greece back to England, and another 2 hour drive from London to Lara’s Abingdon Estate. Winston, Lara’s aging butler, picked her up from the airport. He looked at her quizzically, as if wanting to say something to her, but then silently took her bags and opened the back door of her black Rolls Royce. When they arrived at Croft Manor, Zip and Alistair were waiting for her in the great hall. Lara walked inside first, with Winston following close behind, carrying her bags.
Winston was wearing his typical butler’s outfit – a black tuxedo-style suite, complete with formal white shirt, grey vest and black bowtie. Lara had given-up on telling him that such formality was unnecessary: Winston was a creature of habit and liked to uphold the old traditions. Zip and Alistair were dressed rather more casually: Zip, her 6’1” African American IT expert, was dressed in a casual dark-grey tracksuit, and Alistair, her brilliant but erratic 5’8” research assist, was dressed in a hideous 70-s inspired brown suit, complete with flared pants, an open-collared white shirt and no tie. Zip, never shy about expressing his opinions, had a broad smile on his face, although Alistair looked uncomfortable and self-consciously adjusted his glasses.
“Holy shit, Lara, I thought the tabloids were exaggerating!” Zip said, staring at Lara’s large chest.
“What are you blathering about, Zip?” Lara asked testily, in no mood for jokes.
On the plane, Lara had changed into more comfortable travelling clothes – black yoga pants and a loose-fitting white t-shirt, which must have shrunk in the wash, because it felt a lot tighter than she remembered.
“Your boob-job!” Zip said, handing her a newspaper.
There it was on page 3: a large photograph of her enhanced chest, along with the demeaning headline – “Countess Croft’s Enlarged Assets.” Lara blushed with both embarrassment and anger.
“Don’t you start as well, Zip! I’m not in the mood!” Lara told him testily.
“Chill, Lara, I’m not criticising you! All I’m saying is I never thought you as the sort of woman who’d go for something like this.” Zip explained.
“I think they’re amazing!” Alistair added hastily.
“This picture has obviously been photo shopped! For the last time, I have not had a boob-job!” Lara insisted angrily.
“Seriously, Lara, you don’t have to make excuses. Your body, your choice.” Zip said.
“Winston, would you please talk some sense into these two?” Lara asked, exasperated.
“Actually, Lady Croft… I also noticed your, um… changes. But I thought it impolite to enquire further.” Winston said carefully.
“Well, I know for a fact that I haven’t had a boob-job, so are you suggesting that my breasts just magically grew overnight?” Lara asked, pushing past them.
“Damn! Not just your breasts!” Zip said appreciatively, perving at her backside as she walked past. “Your ass is looking mighty thick as well!”
“Oh, so now I have a fat ass as well?” Lara retorted.
“No, definitely not fat. You could bounce a quarter of that thing!” Zip said, shamelessly checking her out.
“This is ridiculous! I haven’t had any plastic surgery and I haven’t put on weight!” Lara said. “Come-on, I’ll prove it to you!”
Lara led them up to her private bathroom, where she pulled a set of digital scales out from under the counter. She stood on the scales, and then furrowed her brow in confusion.
“134 pounds? That can’t be right! The scales must be faulty!” Lara said.
She opened a drawer and pulled out a measuring tape. She wrapped it around her slender waist and read out the measurement.
“24 inches! See? How could I have put on weight when my waist is the same size?” Lara asked.
“If you’re so sure, then let’s measure your bust.” Zip said.
“I’ll do it!” Alistair volunteered eagerly.
“Winston can do it, but only to convince you that you’re all nuts!” Lara said.
Lara held up her arms while Winston wrapped the tape around her bust and took her measurement.
“38 inches.” Winston announced.
“But… that’s not possible! My bust size is 36!” Lara said.
“Lara, enough with the games. If you wanted to get breast implants, you didn’t have to keep it a secret. We’re your friends, and you know we’ll support any decision you make.” Zip said.
“Zip, I’m serious! I haven’t gotten breast implants! Something is very wrong here!” Lara said, suddenly worried.
“Alright, suppose we believe you. What else could have caused this?” Zip asked.
“Suppose you believe me?” Lara asked angrily.
“I mean, we obviously believe you…” Zip added quickly, frightened by the look of rage on Lara’s beautiful face. “So, what could have caused this?”
“Could it be something to do with the Idol of Phasthousa?” Winston asked suddenly. “Could it be cursed?”
“What do you know about ancient curses?” Alistair asked.
Winston looked uncomfortably towards Lara. Zip and Alistair had been on holidays when Lara had her issues with the Idol of Hathor, and they were not privy to the indecent things Lara had done while under its spell. Lara had made Winston promise not to tell them, which was why he was unwilling to elaborate on his suspicions. Lara cut Alistair off before he could enquire further.
“I was telling Winston about some cursed artefacts in Egypt. Could this be something like that?” Lara asked.
Alistair looked at her dubiously. “I’ve never heard of a curse making someone’s breasts grow.” Alistair said.
“Sounds more like a blessing to me!” Zip said cheekily, until a harsh look from Lara wiped the smile off his face.
“I’ll look through my research and…” Alistair started to say, before he stopped mid-sentence.
Before the astonished eyes of Zip, Alistair and Winston, Lara’s breasts suddenly expanded again. This time Lara was fully aware of the change as well. Lara’s breasts grew into huge G-cups, and her bust expanded to 39 inches. Her breasts now looked like two large melons mashed against the tight front of her t-shirt and were spilling out around her straining bra. Her ass also expanded 0.5 inches, becoming even more prominent and poking out from behind her.
“What the hell is happening to me?” Lara asked, horrified.
“You said this started after you removed the Idol from its resting place, so I suggest we concentrate our search there. Zip and I will go over every scrap of information about it and try to find some answers.” Alistair said reassuringly.
Lara went upstairs while the boys got to work researching the problem. Lara had Winston cancel every appointment on her social calendar, using the excuse that she had a bad case of the flue. She couldn’t risk being seen in public like this, given her current appearance. Over the next 24 hours, much to Lara’s growing horror, her breasts and ass continued to grow. Zip attached sensors to her chest and backside to measure the changes that occurred. Every 8 hours, like clockwork, her breasts grew by 1 inch and her ass grew by half-an-inch.
Lara’s overtaxed bras were no longer able to contain her greatly expanded J-cup breasts, which had grown to the size of grapefruits. Lara found herself spending long hours staring in the mirror, dreading each next change. She looked like a freakish bimbo, with her 42 inch chest and 39 inch ass. None of her clothes fit her anymore – even the loosest of her leggings couldn’t contain her magically enhanced ass – and she had resorted to wearing bathrobes. Even then, her enormous breasts projected out so far that even the closed bathrobes still showed-off an indecent amount of cleavage.
Lara groaned in pain and struggled to sleep. After the last growth spurt, she found that she had a splitting headache and her heavy breasts had started aching painfully from within. While the pain from her headache slowly receded into the background, the pain from her breasts continued to worsen. It felt as if an enormous pressure was building up inside her breasts, and was increasing with each passing hour. She felt like they were ready to explode. A soft knock came at her bedroom door.
“What?” Lara groaned, more angrily than she’d intended.
Zip and Alistair entered the room.
“We have some news.” Alistair said.
“Tell me you’ve found a way to make this stop!” Lara said desperately.
“Not exactly, but we think we know what’s happening to you. I examined the artefact you brought back from Greece and with Zip’s help, we managed to translate part of the inscription.” Alistair explained.
“So… what did it say?” Lara asked, sitting up in bed and trying to ignore the burning pain emanating from her swollen breasts.
“As you know, Phasthousa was the daughter of Helios, the Greek Sun God. Legend has it that she was tasked with guarding her father’s sacred heard, which were said to produced milk that could magically heal wounds and grant the drinker unnaturally long life.” Alistair explained.
“So the Idol’s turning me into a cow?” Lara groaned.
“Not exactly… There are many apocryphal tales in Greek Myth of people being turned into animals. There’s the story of Odysseus’s crew being transformed into swine by the sorceress Circe; or the story of Zeus transforming his lover into a cow to hide her from his angry wife, Hera.” Alistair said.
“Get to the point, Alistair!” Lara shouted impatiently, barely coping with the enormous pain she felt.
“Well, in those old translations, we assumed that the ancient Greeks were talking about actual animals, but I think they might have been referring to human-animal hybrids – like the God Pan, who was said to be half man and half goat, or the Minotaur, which was half man and half bull.” Alistair explained.
Lara’s ears pricked up at Alistair’s mention of the Minotaur. “Go on.” she said.
“Some of the stories about Helios’s sacred herd refer to the cows as being unnaturally beautiful – certainly an odd way to describe cows – and the inscription on the Idol talks about Phasthousa being responsible for replenishing the herd with fresh women. I think the Idol is transforming you into a human-cow hybrid – a cowgirl, if you will.” Alistair said.
Lara cried out in anguish as another change suddenly transformed her body further. Her already large breasts grew to the size of coconuts and were now enormous K-cups. She even felt herself sitting higher on the bed, as her ass became larger and fuller beneath her. As if to confirm Alistair’s theory, two small 1 inch-long horns appeared on either side of Lara’s forehead, just above her hairline. The pain in her head dissipated, but the pain coming from her coconut sized breasts intensified, causing her to double over in pain.
“Make it stop!” Lara cried out desperately.
Alistair moved to her side and started untying her bathrobe.
“What… what are you doing?” Lara grunted through the pain.
“You need to be milked.” Alistair explained.
“Ahhhh! You… gaahhh… can’t be serious?!” Lara groaned.
Alistair pulled the white bathrobe from her shoulders and manoeuvred her onto her hands and knees on the bed. Lara was in too much pain to resist.
“The Idol is turning you into a sacred cowgirl, and when cows aren’t milked it causes a build-up of pressure in the breasts. We need to release that pressure.” Alistair explained.
Zip knelt down beside her on the bed and started squeezing and pulling on her swollen nipples.
“Ahhhhh!” Lara cried, as the pain became unbearable.
Zip kept trying to milk her like that for almost a minute, but to no avail.
“It’s not working!” Zip said. “I’m doing everything the YouTube video said to do, but no milk’s coming out!”
“I have an idea!” Alistair said.
Alistair climbed onto the bed and bent forward beneath one of her enormous dangling breasts. Lara felt his lips encircle her nipple.
“What… Ahhhhh!” Lara moaned, as her precious breast milk started spurting straight into Alistair’s mouth.
Alistair stopped sucking for a moment and wiped the excess milk from his lips with the back of his hand.
“It must be something to do with the curse. Come-on Zip, you do the other one!” Alistair said.
Zip hesitated for a moment and then wrapped his own lips around Lara’s other nipple and started sucking. Lara groaned with relief as the painful pressure in her breasts dissipated; but the incredible relief she felt was tarnished by the indecency of what she was doing. She was the 11^th Countess of Abingdon, used to mixing in the highest social circles; yet here she was, naked and being suckled by two of her employees, like some sort of animal. Lara shivered with humiliation, as the two men greedily drank down her breast milk. When they finally finished, both of them had huge grins on their faces.
“Wow! I feel… incredible!” Alistair said.
“Me too!” Zip added, smiling broadly.
Lara breathed a sigh of relief, but then she blushed with shame at the enormity of what she had just done with her two staff members. How would Zip and Alistair ever take her seriously after today, she wondered? How would she be able to look either of them in the eye again without blushing? Lara noticed Zip and Alistair staring at her lustily, and she could see hard erections pressing outwards against their pants. Lara red-facedly pulled her white bathrobe back around her voluptuous naked body.
“Are those side-effects of the milk?” Lara asked, keen to distract their attention from her.
Alistair grinned lasciviously. “Must be.” Alistair answered, rubbing his crotch. “I don’t suppose you’d care to do something about it?” He asked brazenly.
Lara was shocked. Alistair was usually so timid and respectful. He’d never spoken to her like that before.
“Just get back to work!” Lara told him, aware that she needed his help, now more than ever, and so she didn’t want to get into an argument over his poor manners.
Both men smiled and left the room. About 3 hours later, Lara felt the pressure building up in her breasts again. She tried to ignore it, mortified by the thought that she would have to ask Zip and Alistair to indecently milk her again. The matter was taken out of her hands when she heard a polite knocking on her bedroom door.
“Come in!” Lara said, with as much formality as she could muster.
She always felt it was important to act confident and in control, especially at times like these. Winston stepped through the door.
“Milady, I was wondering if I could speak with you.” Winston asked respectfully.
“Of course, Winston.” Lara answered, feeling her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she crossed her arms across her massive chest to try and cover-up her enormous breasts.
“Master Alistair and Master Zip told me about… what happened earlier.” Winston said carefully.
Lara felt herself blush a deeper shade of red.
“I don’t mean to embarrass you, Milady. It’s just that… Master Alistair informed me that your milk might have magical healing properties.” Winston said. “I was wondering if it was true?”
“I’d rather not discuss it, Winston!” Lara said defensively.
“It’s just… I was diagnosed with bowel cancer 3 months ago.” Winston said.
Lara felt her heart break inside her chest. “No! Why didn’t you tell me?” Lara asked.
Winston was her oldest and dearest friend, and had practically raised her after her own parents had died. He was like an adopted father to her, and the thought of him dying was almost more than she could bear.
“I didn’t want to worry you. The doctors said there’s nothing to be done, and I wanted to keep working… until the end. I didn’t want to be a burden to you.” Winston said.
“Oh, Winston – you were never a burden!” Lara said, feeling her eyes starting to mist.
“I was wondering if your, um… milk, might be able to help.” Winston said, looking away uncomfortably.
“Winston, we have no idea what it might do.” Lara said.
“I’m done for without it, Milady. I’d at least like to try.” Winston said.
Winston’s request made sense but it also made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Lara would have done anything in her power to help him, but she worried about what effect Winston suckling milk from her breasts would have on their relationship. She took a deep breath and pushed her doubts to the back of her mind. Winston’s life was at stake, so she had to at least try. Lara reluctantly disrobed in front of her oldest friend and mentor, trying desperately to hide the humiliation she felt from her face. Her elderly grey-haired butler sat down on the bed next to her and gingerly pressed his lips against Lara’s right nipple.
Lara gasped as her milk began to flow. The first time she had been milked, it felt like an incredible relief, but now it was starting to feel pleasurable. Winston started sucking gingerly, drinking in Lara’s precious breast milk one mouthful at a time; but the more milk he drank, the more ravenous he became. Once her right breast was drained, he immediately transferred his mouth to her left breast. He didn’t even ask for permission. He greedily gulped down every last mouthful of breast milk, and then pulled back with an enormous grin on his face.
“That was amazing!” Winston said.
Lara’s eyes widened in shock – Winston’s silver-grey hair had darkened noticeably and the age lines on his face had softened as well. He looked younger, she thought. Lara also noticed, with some embarrassment, that he appeared to have a raging erection in the front of his pants. Lara looked away self-consciously.
“Could you go and check on Zip and Alistair? It’s only a few hours before I’m due for the next change.” Lara asked.
Winston looked at her strangely, as if he wanted to ask her for something else, but then a lifetime of training and discipline took over, and he nodded and left the room. Over the next 24 hours, Zip and Alistair seemed to make little progress with their research, although they assured her that they were working around the clock to find a cure for her condition. Lara spent most of that time in her room, resting and eating occasionally. She tried to avoid looking in the mirror now. The dark curved horns above her forehead had grown to 2 inches long and her breasts were now the size of pineapples. She felt ridiculously uncoordinated and unbalanced in her new body. The different rates of growth between her ass and her breasts had made her look even more top-heavy, and the fact that her slim 24 inch waist had remained unchanged made her enormous 46 inch bust and 41 inch ass look even bigger.
Lara ate sparingly, but that seemed to have no impact on the growth of her breasts and ass, or the frequency with which she needed to be milked to avoid the painful build-up of pressure in her breasts. Lara got very little sleep, as she had to be milked every 3 to 4 hours. She also noticed other changes in her staff, which she found unsettling. Zip and Alistair, who normally acted deferentially to her – as was only proper for an employee addressing their boss – were becoming increasingly domineering towards her. The changes were subtle at first, but were becoming increasingly obvious with the passage of time.
For example, early on when it was time for Lara to be milked, either Zip or Alistair would politely ask her to remove her bathrobe and then crawl into position. But soon they stopped bothering to ask her and started ordering her to remove her bathrobe and assume the position. Whenever Lara pointed out their behaviour, they replied that they were working around the clock to find a cure for her condition and they didn’t have time for niceties. Even Winston’s behaviour had changed: Lara noticed that he no longer addressed her as Milady, and he no longer bothered to knock before entering her bedroom. Lara’s thoughts were brought back to the present, when her bedroom door suddenly swung open and her three employees entered.
“Time for another milking, Lara.” Alistair said, in a tone that suggested he was addressing a subordinate rather than his employer.
Lara crawled out from underneath the covers. This time, Zip and Alistair didn’t even wait for her to remove her white bathrobe: Alistair walked over and simply yanked it from her body, before tossing it onto the floor beside the bed, and then Zip pulled her forward onto all fours. Was it her imagination or were they getting stronger, she wondered? Zip and Alistair went first, each of them suckling upon Lara’s enormous, pineapple-sized breasts. Lara blushed with shame and tried to hide the great embarrassment she felt at allowing her employees to feed from her naked breasts. Lara moaned softly, as her two employees greedily drank from her enormous, dangling breasts. Winston walked up beside her and comfortingly patted her head.
“Good girl. There’s a good Lara.” He said soothingly.
Lara would have found his words more comforting if he didn’t sound like he was speaking down to a prized pet. Winston had changed even more since he had started regularly consuming her magical breast milk. His stoop had disappeared, allowing the 5’11” butler to stand-up straight for the first time in years. He also looked at least 10 to 15 years younger, and his formerly grey hair was now mostly black and only greying at the temples.
After about a minute, they switched positions and Winston took Alistair’s place at Lara’s right breast. They sucked and gulped down her milk, and then switched places again, with Alistair taking Zip’s place. Lara blushed with shame, partially from how indecent it was being milked by her staff, and partially from how good it felt. She happened to glance over at Zip and was aghast to see him stroking his erect cock through his pants.
“Zip! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Lara asked, outraged at his egregious behaviour.
“Relax, Lara. It’s just a side-effect from your milk.” Zip said shamelessly, not even bothering to stop.
“Yeah, Lara. Stop being such a prude!” Alistair said.
Lara looked down and was appalled to see that Alistair and Winston were also stroking themselves as they drank from her enlarged nipples.
“This is unacceptable behaviour! Stop it at once!” Lara shouted, trying to reassert her authority.
All three men stopped touching themselves, although she could see from their annoyed expressions that they weren’t happy about it. After they finished milking her, Zip, Alistair and Winston left the room. Lara could hear them grumbling about her as they walked down the corridor. She even heard one of them use the words “selfish bitch” to describe her. What the hell was happening to them, she wondered? It had to be something to do with her breast milk. The men were acting almost like drug addicts, willing to do anything for their next hit. She wished she could just wean them off and milk herself, but that wasn’t currently an option.
Things got even worse for Lara when, two days later, her fingers and toes fused together into dark cow-like hooves. Robbed of the ability to use her hands, she had to rely upon Winston to feed her, which further infantilized her and robbed her of her independence. She was also unable to wipe herself after using the toilet. Winston immediately offered to assist her, but Lara was too mortified to even consider it. That’s when Alistair suggested that it might be best if she moved into the newly renovated stables behind Croft Manor.
The stables had been empty for almost a decade, but Lara decided to rebuild them because she wanted to get back into riding. They were still empty at the moment – as Lara hadn’t gotten around to buying any horses – but they were fully heated and stocked with hay. Alistair suggested they move a cot bed into one of the stalls and lay down hay for Lara to go to the toilet on. Lara immediately objected: why couldn’t she just stay in her own bedroom and go outside to use the toilet? But Winston pointed out that anyone might see her coming and going from the house – no, the risk of discovery was too great. Reluctantly, Lara agreed and moved into the stables.
Winston placed a small cot bed in one of the empty horse stalls for her to sleep on, and lined the floor of an adjacent stall with hay for her to use as a toilet. Lara was unhappy that she had not been provided with any sheets or blankets for her bed, but Winston reassured her that she wouldn’t need them because they would keep the heat in the stables turned up high. Being kept naked 24 hours a day, in her own stables, made Lara feel even more like an animal. More days passed, with Lara only seeing Winston, Zip and Alistair when it was time for another milking, or when one of them was clearing away the soiled hay from her toilet stall.
The updates from Zip and Alistair practically ceased, and Lara began to suspect that they weren’t being entirely honest about the efforts they were making to cure her condition. Acting on her suspicions, Lara managed to sneak out of the stables, although she had a hell of a time manipulating the door handle with her cloven hoof hands. She snuck back into the Manor House and overheard Zip and Alistair speaking in the library.
“She’s going to work it out eventually! She’s not stupid!” Zip said.
“We just need to string her along for a few more days. By then, the changes should be complete.” Alistair replied.
“But what if you’re wrong and the Idol doesn’t affect her mind like it has her body. What if she doesn’t fully revert into a cow?” Zip asked.
“Then we go to plan B. Besides, once the changes are complete, where do you think she’ll be able to go? She’ll have no choice but to stay here with us.” Alistair said.
Lara backed away from the doorway, horrified at Zip’s and Alistair’s betrayal. They never had any intention of finding a cure for her condition, she thought! They were only interested in drinking her enchanted breast milk! She turned around and came face to face with Winston.
“And what do you think you’re doing, sneaking about the house?” Winston asked her.
“Winston, you have to help me! Zip and Alistair…” Suddenly, Lara’s eyes widened in shock, as she realised that Winston had just jabbed her arm with a sharp syringe.
Her limbs felt leaden as Winston gently lowered her altered body to the floor. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Winston, Zip and Alistair standing over her. Then everything went dark.
Lara awoke several hours later, back inside the stables. As she sat up, she heard a loud ringing sound coming from around her neck. She looked down and saw that she had been fitted with a stainless steel cow bell, hanging down from a black leather collar buckled around her neck. Lara walked out of her stall, the cow bell ringing with each step she took. She looked up and saw additional security cameras had been installed and were watching her. She walked quickly towards the door, only to find that it had been locked from the outside. Lara screamed in frustration and threw her weight against the reinforced door, but it wouldn’t budge.
After about 5 minutes, the door opened and Zip, Alistair and Winston entered. Lara ran at them, attempting to barge past them to freedom, but the three men easily overpowered her. They were so much stronger now! Ordinarily, she would have been able to take all three of them on with little difficulty. Had her milk done that, she wondered?
“That’s enough of that!” Winston told her, twisting one of her hoof arms behind her back and walking her back inside the main part of the stables.
“Why, Winston? Why are you doing this?” Lara demanded.
“You’ve always been a selfish girl, Lara! You’re so obsessed with restoring your precious body that you don’t realise the incredible gift you’ve been given. Your milk is a miracle. It restores the old, it heals the sick, and it makes the weak strong – stronger than they’ve ever been before!” Winston said.
“We’ve decided that we don’t want to cure you. We like you better this way.” Alistair said. “Oh, don’t worry. We plan on taking very good care of you. According to my research, this gift has made you practically immortal, and we plan on sharing in that immortality.”
“You’re going to keep me a prisoner on my own estate!” Lara said accusingly.
“Not a prisoner; a very valuable and important guest!” Alistair corrected her.
Lara couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She kicked out with her cloven feet. One of her kicks connected with Winston’s lower leg, snapping his shinbone. He screamed and fell to the floor, clutching his ruined leg. Zip and Alistair jumped on top of her. She managed to gore one of her horns into Alistair’s stomach, before Zip roughly pinned her horned head to the ground. Zip held her like that while Winston crawled towards her, painfully dragging his injured leg behind him. With shaking hands, he grasped one of Lara’s large soccer ball-sized breasts and guided the nipple towards his mouth. He drank deeply and greedily, and before Lara’s eyes, his damaged leg knitted itself back together. Alistair was next to drink, and the puncture wound to his stomach healed so completely that the only sign he had even been injured was the bloodstained hole in his shirt.
“We’ll need to do something about this.” Alistair said, as he took-over pinning Lara’s head to the cold concrete floor.
“I have just the idea.” Zip said, before craning his neck down to get his own fill of Lara’s precious breast milk.
Another 3 days passed, with Lara being held prisoner and treated like an animal. Was this to be her life now, she wondered? Just a few days earlier, she had been a wealthy English Countess, living in a luxurious Manor House; now she had been transformed into a freakish cowgirl, and was being held prisoner in her own stables and treated like a piece of livestock. The fact that her position had been usurped by her former staff, who were now enjoying themselves and living in her former home, made the situation even harder to bear. Her life had been stolen from her and she had been betrayed by those she trusted most. Lara felt devastated.
The only bright point for Lara was that after 3 more days, her body finally stopped changing; however, she was horrified by the freakish creature that she had become. Her body looked almost cartoonish now: her measurements had grown to 58-24-47 and her breasts were now enormous Z-cups, with 3 inch wide areolas and swollen 1 inch long nipples. Her swollen breasts looked like two massive beach balls bouncing against her chest, and her ass looked like two round soccer balls. The curved black horns on top of her head had grown to 4 inches in length, and white and black spotted cow fur now covered Lara’s forearms and lower legs, right up to her knees and elbows.
Lara sat bolt upright as she heard the stable door being unlocked. Zip, Alistair and Winston rounded the corner to her stable stall. Lara backed away to the far wall and glared at them with undisguised hatred.
“This again, Lara?” Alistair said.
Lara didn’t answer. As they approached her, she kicked out at them, but they easily dodged her clumsy attacks. Her enormous breasts and ass made her feel uncoordinated and off-balance, and that made her attacks easy to avoid. Zip darted in a deftly grabbed a hold of her nose ring. The ring had been Zip’s idea. The 3 inch diameter stainless steel ring looped through Lara’s septum and hung down from her nose, making her feel even more like a farm animal. The pain that the ring caused when pulled made it impossible for Lara to resist being led around like a piece of livestock.
Zip led her into the central part of the stables for her regular milking. Winston, Zip and Alistair then took turns suckling from her beach ball-sized breasts and oversized nipples. The milking felt exceptionally good, and Lara moaned with pleasure as they sucked her dry. When they were finished, Lara expected to be led back into her stall, but instead she was held in place.
“Time for some fun!” Zip said.
Lara panicked as she saw Winston and Alistair starting to undress.
“Don’t do this! Please! This isn’t you. It’s the milk! It’s changed you somehow!” Lara pleaded.
Winston, now naked, walked up beside her and gently stroked her hair.
“Shhhhh… it’s alright, Lara. Just relax. You might even enjoy it.” He said.
Lara screamed at the top of her lungs, as her butler slid in-between her butt cheeks and thrust inside her pussy. Lara couldn’t help but sob, as her oldest friend and mentor raped her. What made it worse was that her body was wet for him, and his invasion felt good. Lara had gone for so many days without sex that her body was primed for it. Winston rammed into her from behind with short, rapid strokes. Her magical breast milk had clearly done miracles for his stamina, because he was able to pump into her pussy hard and fast, without any need to pace himself.
Lara grunted as his cock repeatedly impaled her tight pussy. Each powerful thrust made her enormous breasts swing pendulously beneath her chest, and caused the tight flesh of her expanded ass to ripple outwards like the surface of a pond. Not like this! Not with him, Lara thought, as she felt an orgasm growing inside of her. The indecency of being raped by her butler seemed to only increase the obscene pleasure she felt, and she orgasmed around his thrusting cock. Winston continued pounding her from behind for another full minute before she felt his warm cum splashing against the back of her pussy.
“Good girl!” Winston said, patting the top of her head before pulling out.
Alistair was next in line and roughly slapped her large round ass before thrusting inside her pussy. The slap made her entire ass jiggle like a waterbed.
“Oh, fuck that’s good! I can’t believe we waited this long to fuck her!” Alistair said.
Where Winston’s thrusts were urgent and forceful, Alistair took his time, pistoning in and out of her wet pussy with long, steady strokes.
“This is where you belong, Lara. Your milk will keep us young for hundreds of years, and with your enormous fortune at our disposal, none of us ever needs to work again. We’ll be able to stay here, milking and fucking you, for centuries.” Alistair said.
Lara despaired, both at his words and at the fact that she could feel herself growing excited again. So many days without sex had left her feeling frustrated and horny. She couldn’t even pleasure herself, now that her hands had been transformed into ugly cow hooves. Lara moaned loudly as another orgasm built inside of her. She unconsciously pushed her hips back against him, trying to take his cock deeper inside her. Alistair grinned at her wanton behaviour, seeing it for the surrender that it was, and increased the pace of his thrusting. 10 minutes later, both Alistair and Lara orgasmed, and he gleefully filled her well-used pussy with his warm, sticky cum. As he pulled out, a disgusting mixture of sticky cum and Lara’s own juices leaked out of her pussy and trickled down the insides of her legs.
Zip was the last to have a turn, and handed Lara’s nose ring to Winston for safe keeping. He walked around behind her and stared admiringly at her large, oversized ass. Lara’s grossly expanded ass should have been repulsive to him, but under the magical influence of Lara’s precious breast milk, it seemed like the most beautiful and perfectly proportioned ass he had even seen. Zip took a moment to admire her huge round butt cheeks and smooth skin. Despite its enormous size, Lara’s large round ass was miraculously free of cellulite, and looked just as tight and firm as it had been before her transformation. Zip reached down and sunk his fingers down into the pliable flesh of her ass, enjoying the feeling of her soft but firm cheeks.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this!” Zip told her, as he spat into his hand and then massaged the slippery saliva onto his cock.
Lara winced, as she felt Zip’s cock pressing inwards against the tiny brown star of her anus, but not from discomfort. Lara was no stranger to anal sex: between the Nubian tribesmen guarding the Idol of Hathor and the Werewolves guarding the Idol of Amarok, Lara had been sodomised more times than she cared to count, and it showed. Zip groaned with delight, as Lara’s asshole expanded open around the tip of his cock and then swallowed the entire length of his shaft.
“You dirty little slut!” Zip moaned in surprise, as he watched his cock disappear inside Lara’s tight asshole.
“Damn, look at that ass go!” Alistair commented, watching Lara’s stretched-open asshole sliding effortlessly up and down Zip’s black cock.
“Yeah, who knew she’d turn out to be such a slut?” Zip laughed, as he impaled Lara’s ass like she was a cheap foreign prostitute.
Lara blushed heavily and lowered her eyes in shame. Now all of her staff knew her humiliating secret: Lady Lara Croft, the 11^th Countess of Abingdon, was an anal whore. Zip laughed happily as he pistoned his cock in and out of her ass. He especially enjoyed the sight of Lara’s asshole distending inwards and outwards around his cock, as he pounded her from behind. The room was filled with indecent slapping noises, as Zip’s crotch smacked loudly against Lara’s huge jiggling ass. His violent thrusting made her enormous breasts bounce indecently up and down beneath her chest. When he finally climaxed, Lara shivered with humiliation as she felt his warm cum shooting deep inside her bowels.
Zip sighed contentedly and pulled out of her gaping asshole, watching with delight as it slowly squeezed shut again. The three men collected their clothes and began to dress. Lara blushed with shame and self-consciously tried to cover her obscene naked body with her mutated hoof arms.
“See you in a few hours!” Zip said cruelly, as they left the stables and locked the door from the outside.
Lara threw herself down onto her cot bed and started sobbing in despair. From that point onwards, every milking session was followed immediately by fucking. Each of her former friends took turns using her holes – both her pussy and her asshole. The only hole they left alone was her mouth, because they needed to keep a secure grip on her nose ring to stop her from fighting back. At some point during the night, Lara heard the stable door being unlocked again. She backed up against the rear wall of her horse stall and waited. She was surprised when several masked men in black tactical gear rounded the corner, pointing assault rifles in her direction.
They stared at her for several seconds and then lowered their weapons. One of the mercenaries slung his rifle and drew a long-barrelled pistol from a holster on his hip. Lara opened her mouth to speak, but the man immediately took aim and fired. Lara looked down and saw three small darts protruding from her swollen chest. Then everything went black.
An hour later, Zip, Alistair and Winston returned to the stables to find the outer door ajar. Initially, they thought that Lara must have escaped, but then they noticed that the alarm panel had been disabled and the locks had been cut from the outside. They rushed inside the stables, but Lara was already gone, along with whoever had stolen her.
“Fuck!” Alistair cursed loudly. “What do we do now?”
“I’ll check the surveillance footage and find out who stole her. Don’t worry, we’ll get her back!” Zip said.
Fifty miles away on the highway, a nondescript white van was speeding towards London with Lara’s unconscious naked body, bound and gagged in the back.

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