Warning: This chapter has mind control and naughty actions happening through it.
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One second he was arguing with his aunt. Almost fighting, really.
The next, he was ordering her to take her clothes off.
It was a mood whiplash so extreme that it filled Michael with anxiety as he lost control of the situation bit by bit.
He shouldn't be doing this. Whatever he had done to his aunt, he should be worried about her, right?
But his bovine aunt lifted her shirt, her lithe arms moving smoothly as, with a jerk, her breasts fell from the bottom of her now-raised shirt.
Aunt Lazuli wore a bra. Because of course, she did, right? And yet, Michael couldn't help but be both frustrated and aroused at that fact.
It was a traditional bra. A wire one, white against the creamy light brown fur and skin of the older cow. As Lazuli pulled it out of her head, smoothly lifting it so that it wouldn't get caught in her horns, Michael personally witnessed something that he already knew from watching porn.
Despite generally having a coat of fur, most mammalian girls of non-human stock had very light, or very sparse, fur on their chest and stomach. If not, as was the case with his aunt, no fur at all on her tits and most of her stomach.
And his aunt had abdominal muscles.
Good gods, did she have defined abdominal muscles.
But her lower ones were covered again by very thick fur that Michael wasn't sure wasn't just pubic hair that extended that high.
Of course, when he heard the click of his aunt's bra being unbuckled, followed by her slipping them from her arms, his concentration veered up once more.
They were huge.
Like, bovine women in general had huge breasts by human standards, but that was because they were inherently huge women. His aunt? Her tits were slightly larger than his mother's, who had breasts as large as her own head.
Two watermelon-sized flesh sacks of milk-producing glands and fat deposits jiggled down into the open air.
However, she only had one nipple on each breast.
It was stupid of him to assume she would have four, but this was still beautiful enough. It was large, it was long, it was wide and it looked chewable.
His fingers twitched and he wanted so very badly to fill his hands at that moment.
But no. A bigger hunger won out.
"Pants too, please," He implores his still blank-faced aunt.
She, of course, did nothing.
"Take off your pants," he ordered her, and Lazuli started to move.
For a moment.
Her hands gripped her pants, and she once again stopped.
"I said, take off your pants!" Michael insisted, pantomiming with his hands on his own pants and further demonstrating by pulling them slightly down.
Immediately after, Lazuli started sliding down her jeans.
Hills and slumps swelled a landscape of legs and thighs. Beautiful fur that was not bleached by the sun met the light of the room as the huge cow woman began to shake her hips from side to side, letting gravity finish her job as her jeans dropped to the floor.
Her hooves clacked on the floor as she stepped out of them.
Her inner thighs were coated by the sparse fur that Michael had expected on her tits, her skin barely visible through it. But the calves and the outer parts of her thighs and her ass had absolutely luscious brown fur that shined like the hair that hung off her head. To provide contrast, spots of white fur hung on her ass and, faintly, on her inner thighs.
It was only when he felt saliva start dripping from the corner of his mouth that Michael realized that he had been drooling.
Right, right, this was good.
But there was one more thing.
He eyed her panties.
They were a black sensible arrangement of cloth and silk that prioritized comfort. But the straps went over her huge hips in a way that made every part of him want to see more.
And so, he gave the order.
"Lose your panties too," he remembered to not make it a request this time.
However, her hands twitched but didn't even move to her panties.
This was the second time she hadn't obeyed.
"Lose your panties," he tried again, staring into her eyes.
But they were still blank as her hands moved around her hips doing nothing.
"Your panties," Michael insisted, pulling the straps of his underwear from over his pants and displaying them, "Take them off."
His aunt actually grabbed onto her panties this time.
But she simply mimicked Michael, holding them up and making her pussy indent against the cloth over it.
It made Michael stare.
And so, with a loose sense of understanding, he lowered his underwear until he was lowering his pants.
And, lo and behold, his aunt started doing the same.
He stopped as soon as his cock came out, but his aunt didn't, lowering her undergarments until she was climbing out of them.
So was she mimicking him, or was she listening to his words?
But whatever, it didn't matter.
His aunt's muff was bare before him.
If her fur was full and pretty, and her head hair was luscious and shiny, her pubic hair was, in a word, wild.
They were the thickest follicles that she had and, as he had guessed, they extended up towards her lower abdominals.
She looked beastly like that.
She looked absolutely sexy.
She looked beautiful.
And, he was in front of her before he figured out what he was doing.
He had somehow shuffled towards her with his pants around his ankles, making Michael feel infantile. But his aunt hadn't snickered or made a comment like she would have.
No, she was still staring blankly.
And it was starting to worry him.
But she was a feast before him.
And so, before he could fully process his worry, he found his hands on her tits.
"They are so soft," the young man whispered as his fingers found no pushback against them. They sank into layers of fat and connective tissue protecting organs that made milk. They hefted two orbs that were bigger than his head, flesh going over his hands and even slipping between his widespread digits.
They were heavy. They were ponderous and, upon giving them a kiss...
So, so soft.
His aunt's brow twitched and he froze.
"Lazuli?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest, "Aunt Laz?
But she still wasn't responding.
So, slowly, he moved his fingers, kneading her tit flesh with both hands just to see if she would react.
She didn't.
He lowered his head to one of those amazingly precious nubs on her tits, and, very carefully, brushed his lips against her nipple.
And there!
Her forehead twitched again!
Was, was whatever this was running its course?
But when his aunt didn't make any moves after waiting for a few dozen heartbeats, Michael continued.
His ass puckered every time he went down to her tits with his lips because her eyebrows moved.
