Pleasant Moo Two

By B.L. Quick

What if an innocent costume suddenly and violently changed you into a buxom and sexy cowgirl? Could you regain control? Or would the sensations coursing through your new body take over? Pleasant Moo Two weaves tale of sex, transformation, and intrigue, all while exploring how identity is shaped in the maddening digital complexity of our modern world.

Picking up where Pleasant Moo Farms: The Transformation left off, Pleasant Moo Two weaves tale of sex, and intrigue, all while exploring identity as it is shaped in the maddening digital complexity of our modern world.

What people are saying about Pleasant Moo Farms:

"This is extremely exciting! I like your writing style."

"I love your art, but I really love your writing. This is great!"

"Amazing!"

"Please more!"

B.L. Quick (BQNK) is an artist and writer. Pleasant Moo Farms, 1. The Transformation is the first in her series.

+18yr Readers only (or abide by regulations in your country)

• Language: English
• Publisher: B.L. Quick
• Release date: Jan 24, 2017

B.L. Quick

BL Quick's desire is to make readable, exciting stories of sex and transformation--stories with a plot, interesting characters, and riviting psychological twists. It's a challenge to balance story and sexiness, but it's a challenge Quick loves to take on, and she sacrifices neither in spinning a good tale. In addition to writing her extensive transformation work (from art to stories) has appeared on DeviantArt and Tumblr.

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Pleasant Moo Two

By B.L. Quick

Copyrights and Other Matters

Pleasant Moo Two by B.L. Quick – Copyright 2017

For Mature Audiences Only! +18 Readers Only. (Respect all local and national laws.)

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for the recipient. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

Situations in this book are purely fictional. (That may be completely unfortunate to people who would like these exact things to happen to them.) Also, I must legally inform you that people in this book are over 21 years of age. All characters are human (or humanoid) adults – even if they have added features.

Erotic Books by B.L. Quick

PLEASANT MOO FARMS: THE TRANSFORMATION

BECOMING NANNAN

EVIL RIDES TONIGHT

THERE’S NO GOING BACK

SLEIGHLESS: AN EROTIC CHRISTMAS TRANSFORMATION TALE

Available on respected authorized online retailers.

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WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT B.L. QUICK

That got my heart pumping!

I love your art, but I really love your writing. This is great!

"When is the next part coming out? I can’t stand the wait!

Amazing!

"This was freaking hot!"

Please. More!

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For more BL Quick (BQNK):

bqnk.deviantart.com

bqnk.tumblr.com

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: To Know

Chapter 2: Reflection

Chapter 3: Dream

Chapter 4: Inventory

Chapter 5: Secret Shopper

Chapter 6: Pledge

Chapter 7: Escalation

HUGE PREVIEW CHAPTERS

Pleasant Moo Farms

Becoming Nannan

Chapter 1: To Know

Alex’s long nails dug into the fabric of her duvet, pulling it over her nose. Her dark hair fell like blinders around her face and cascaded down her bedding in a blanket of curls. The hem of the duvet grew hot, saturated with panicked breaths; their timbre was high – after all: her throat was smaller.

I SAID why is there a pizza on the floor? Nick yelled from their living room. I know you’re not asleep, Alex! You left the lights on! The television! There’s a fucking pizza in the entryway! Nick kicked the box and eyed the robe Alex had abandoned on the living room floor. Why are you such a pig?

Alex pouted her lower lip and peeked down in terror at the topography her body was creating in the duvet. Two round bulges pushed defiantly into the fabric, rising and falling with her breaths.

Another form wrinkled prominently in the covers next to the thick outline of her thighs. It shifted back and forth nervously. I’m not a...pig," she whispered and held her tail still. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, saturating her long eyelashes and distorting the feminine map in the blanket before her.

Fucking answer me! Nick’s voice boomed from the living room.

Every one of Alex’s senses had been heightened in the transformation. Her ears poked out from her flowing hair; fuzzy and cute, and reconfigured to pick up the slightest of sounds. She could hear Nick approaching the bedroom, every footstep more jarring than the last. Alex pressed her thighs tightly together, instinctively protecting her new vulnerability. Hours before this action would have slammed Alex’s balls together uncomfortably. Now everything fit like a puzzle – with a piece missing. Her thighs were slick with feminine juices, and, at their apex, a new heat radiated between them.

A pussy. Her pussy.

In a final stomp Nick arrived outside her door. Alex could hear him breathing angrily and the floor of the hallway creaking as Nick shifted on his feet, waiting impatiently for a response. A fragrance filled Alex’s nostrils: the sweetness of Nick’s cologne mixed with his natural, male scent. Alex rolled the aroma in her nostrils, unknowingly discerning all kinds of new information. Nick had just come from a date. Had they...?

Alex inhaled and concentrated. No. Nick had not slept with her. Alex exhaled in relief, and, indulging himself, drew in another whiff, savoring it this time. Alex thoughtlessly loosened her thighs and a nagging, empty feeling grew in her pelvis.

Nick banged his fist on the door.

Alex pulled the duvet over her head to be confronted anew by her abundant breasts. A shiver ran down her spine and into her tail. She looked beyond the bulging mountain range on her chest to the new valley cut between her thighs.

Oh fucking hell.

At the sight of her tight new body, blood flowed into her clit, and it swelled from her pink folds, begging for attention.

Alex! Open the door!

How did she get here? Trapped in her bedroom. Trapped in this body. Trapped period.

Alex closed her eyes, mentally composing a map of her being, surveying each curve from her toes to her scalp beneath the duvet. She loosened her jaw, taking wonder in how much lighter it felt. No sensation of her prior male body remained.

She brushed a thin forearm over her nipples, sending a lithe hand through the soft, inviting fur of her tummy to rest her palm on the creamy patch of fur on her pubic mound, and let her thin fingers overlook the sheer drop between her thighs. She could feel the warmth of