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Dipper looks nervously at his surroundings. The trees around him are oppressively tall and heavy, and the flashlight he had brought with him didn't do much to brighten the muted light of the early twilight. He readjusts his cap and focuses on his goal: find Wendy, find out what's wrong, fix it, go back to normal. He sighs, the trail is only barely visible beneath his feet. He can only hope that he'll reach the cabin Wendy's supposedly staying in before sundown really hits him. He continues to walk down the trail, and he re-plays the events of the past few days in his mind. Showing up to Gravity Falls, ecstatic for another summer. Finding out from Soos that Wendy had 'like, become a total social outcast or something'. Tracking down her friends and family to find out what happened. Barely getting any usable information out of them. Finally finding out where she had hermited herself away to for the last two months. Convincing Mabel to let him go after her alone. Leaving the Mystery Shack alone at 5:00 AM. Making the grueling trek from Gravity Falls through the forest to where her cabin supposedly is. Bumping into the front door and hurting himself because he had spaced out and hadn't realized that the trail he was following lead to it. Wait, wha-?

"Ah!"

He yells out in a mixture of pain and surprise. His butt lands on the ground half a second later and he looks up to see the small wooden cabin he had bumped into the wall of. He pushes himself up off the ground and dusts himself off. Somehow, he had bumped into it without noticing thanks to how deep he was in thought. The cabin is small, one story and looks like it could only contain one or two rooms inside. Dipper walks around to the side of the building, glancing up and down for the door. He passes by a window, and can see that the curtains are drawn shut, and if there are any lights inside then they're very dim. Dipper finally walks to where the door is, and he gives the rough sheet of ply a knock. He waits for a moment, before a shaky voice emerges from behind the door.

"D-Dad?"

The voice is distinctly Wendy's, but it's slightly deeper pitched, and it sounds much less confident than what Dipper is used to from Wendy. He prepares to respond when she cuts him off by speaking up again.

"Aren't you a little early? It seems like you brought my supplies just yesterday... Oh God, has it already been a week?"

Her voice picks up a hint of panic during that last sentence, and Dipper quickly silences her fears.

"N-No. Wendy, this is Dipper. I came here to check on you. I got back from Piedmont last Thursday, I wanted to talk to you."

"...Dipper?"

"Yeah?"

"Please leave."

Dipper stutters and steps back from the door.

"Wha-what?"

 "Please leave."

"I. W-Wendy. I just want to talk, what's been going on? Why have you been alone in this cabin for the last few months?"

"..."

"Wendy?"

Dipper backs away from the door a little, concerned by the sound of crying from the other side of the thick plywood sheet.

"Wendy-I- Please, I just want to talk."

Her response is intertwined with the occasional sniffle.

"No you don't. Nobody wants to see me now."

"Please Wendy, just open the door, I'm sure I can help with whatever's wrong."

He hears the loud, metallic sound of the door opening and slowly it creaks open. Wendy's face appears on the other side, her body still hidden from sight. She looks leaner than she did last summer, and her face is covered with dark spots, almost as if her dusting of freckles had grown in size, gotten darker, and had spaced themselves out. Despite being paler than before, her skin also looks significantly thicker than it did last summer, and her eyes look bigger, more rounded, with giant pupils. She looks Dipper up and down, and smiles weakly.

"You're looking well, can't say the same about myself."

She chuckles slightly at her statement, and Dipper just blankly looks her up and down.

"Wendy, what happened? Why have you been here alone for the past few months?"

She sighs and opens the door a little, inviting him in.

"Come in, there's a lot to tell you."

Her body is still hidden behind the door, and as Dipper enters the dark cabin his eyes struggle to adjust to the low-light. The floor underneath his sneakers is dirt with a covering of straw, and he can tell now that the cabin was constructed extremely hastily, almost more like a barn than anything, and the thick plywood walls do little to stop the coolness of the early-summer evening from seeping in. After stepping in Dipper turns to face Wendy, who's wearing a very baggy hoodie and Dipper's old pine hat. She looks tired, and extremely stressed out. She's also slightly taller than Dipper remembered her, but that could easily be age. Dipper is taller too, almost up to Wendy's shoulder, and his hair is slightly shorter than it had been last summer, although it is held back by Dipper's old cap. She rubs her arm and appears nervous, obviously uncomfortable with Dipper being there. Her chest had filled out considerably, but Dipper averts his eyes when he realizes they had lingered a little too long.

"So... What's up with all this? Why have you been hiding away?"

Wendy sighs.

"I was hoping you wouldn't find me out here, but I suppose I do owe you an answer. Promise me one thing though, once I tell you, you have to leave and never come back, okay?"

Dipper stares at her a moment before shaking his head.

"You know I can't agree to that, Wendy."

He takes Wendy's old Ushanka off his head, revealing his curly brown locks. He holds it in his hand and extends it to her.

"Come on, trade?"

She hesitates for a moment, before slowly removing Dipper's old baseball cap from her head. She brings it down and holds it in font of her. Her hand moves back up to her head and she parts some of her hair before rubbing one of the two small, bony nubs on her scalp.

"This is why I left."

Dipper stares at her head, eyebrow raised.

"What are those? They're barely noticeable, why'd you leave if it's just that?"

She lets out an exasperated chuckle and motions to a small cot that had been set up in the corner of the single-room cabin. In the center of the room is a table with stools around it, and against one of the walls is a series of cabinets, counters, and a small wooden stove. Dipper obliges and sits down on the side of the bed. Wendy sits down next to him and begins to explain.

"It all started about three months ago. One day after school I was hanging out with some friends in the woods. Of course Thompson brought beef jerky with him."

She sighs and hangs her head. Dipper tries to cheer her up by offering her old Ushanka. She accepts it with a weak smile and puts it on her head, covering the nubs.

"Sorry, it's just kinda hard to remember what comes next. Thompson's beef jerky attracted one of those things, a Manotaur."

"Really? I thought they didn't appear to groups with women in them."

"They don't, this one made an exception. Everyone scattered after we heard him coming, but I guess for some reason he took an interest in me... He started chasing me, and I ran as fast as I could, but it didn't work. He was too fast."

Dipper nods, Wendy's composure is breaking, and he has no idea where her story will go next.

"S-So, he caught up to me. A-And he picked me up and..."

Suddenly, she bursts into tears. Dipper is stunned, she had never shown much hint of a negative emotion to him before, and she had certainly never cried. Her face is contorted in pain from the memory, and Dipper lays a hand on her back.

"It's fine, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"N-No. I should. He picked me up and... How do I put this lightly Dipper, he raped me. It lasted for about two hours, and by the end I couldn't even stand. He left me in the forest and I couldn't do anything until I woke up the next morning, with severe hypothermia. I crawled to the road, somebody picked me up and took me to the hospital. I was admitted for more than a month, he had broken my pelvis, both my legs, and cracked three ribs. What's worse is what happened after."

She anxiously pulls off her hat again, rubbing her horns.

"I started developing these."

Her hand moves down from the nub to her ears, which are much more angular now, and covered with reddish hair.

"And if you hadn't noticed, my skin is thicker now, and the rest of my body... Well, there's a reason I'm wearing a hoody"

Dipper looks down, ashamed.

"Wendy, I'm sorry to hear all this."

"Don't be, it's not your fault, all I ask is to be left in peace. Maybe all this stuff will go away, or maybe it'll keep getting worse. I don't know, either way I just want to be left alone."

She sighs apathetically, and Dipper gets off the bed, puffing up his chest.

"No way! I'm gonna find a way to fix this! Then, we're going to go to those manotaurs and give them a piece of our minds!"

He punches his hand emphatically. Wendy sighs again.

"Look, Dipper, I don't want trouble, I just want to be left alone to deal with this. Is that too much to ask?"

"Yeah, it is! I'm not going to let them get away with this!"

Wendy pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Please, just drop it. I'll be fine here on my own. The last thing I want to do is to see another manotaur."

Dipper shakes his head.

"No way. Come on, let's go back to the Mystery Shack together, I'm sure Ford can help us find some way to fix this, then we can go get some revenge on those manotaurs."

Wendy sighs begrudgingly.

"Fine, I'll go with you, but..."

She motions to one of the makeshift windows.

"It's nearly nighttime, like I said, you shouldn't have come here. We'll have to spend the night here and set out in the morning."

Dipper frowns, would anyone worry that he was away for the night? Probably not, they just have to set out early tomorrow. He nods in agreement. Wendy throws her Ushanka off and lets her ears settle.

"That thing's pretty uncomfortable with these, you know."

She wiggles her ears and Dipper grins a little.

"That's actually pretty cool. What else can you do?"

"Well... I haven't  shown anyone else yet but..."

She gets up off the bed. Dipper blushes when she reaches a hand into the back of her pants. She pulls it out a moment later with a long, cowlike tail in tow. It's about three feet long, and she can seemingly move it at will. On the end is a red tuft of hair, and she waves it around a little.

"Not sure if I hate this or not yet, it makes sitting down uncomfortable, but it is pretty sweet for picking up stuff behind me."

"Anything else you're hiding?"

Wendy blushes suddenly.

"Well, yeah... But it's kinda personal."

"What do you mean?"

She glances up at a clock on the wall. 7:40 PM, almost time for 'that'.

"I guess I should tell you... Since you're going to have to see soon enough anyways."

Her hands slip down to the hem of her hoodie and she hooks her fingers around it. She lifts her arms up and pulls the hoodie off, revealing a thin white t-shirt. Dipper stares and his mouth goes slightly agape, he hadn't noticed it under the hoodie, but she is very well endowed. His eyes widen as he realizes that she's not only got a set of tits that he doesn't even know if they make bras in that cup-size, but underneath it is another pair of only slightly smaller boobs. What really strikes his attention though is the big wet spot in the center of each. Wendy notices his embarrassed look and chuckles.

"Soak 'em in. I had to get used to them a while ago."

Dipper blushes and averts his eyes awkwardly. He can only imagine what kind of pain they must be causing her, physically and emotionally, but... They are kinda hot. He pushes those thoughts out of his mind and speaks up.

"I-I'm sorry Wendy. I'm sorry all of this has been happening to you."

She waves her hand dismissively and makes a pssh sound.

"Don't be dude, it's not your fault at all."

She gives a warm smile and glances up the clock nervously.

"But you want to know how you could help?"

He nods. Anything to help Wendy! She brings her hand up to the back of her neck and rubs it nervously, her hair slightly getting in the way in the process.

"Well, it's kinda embarrassing, and kinda gross too."

She admits, blushing.

"Nothing would be gross if it's to help you!"

He says, rather loudly and emphatically. Wendy just blushes a deeper shade of crimson.

"Like I said, it's pretty embarrassing. Are you sure you want to help?"

He crosses his arms and nods, only more determined now. She sighs and begins to explain.

"Well, ever since all... This started happening these..."

She cups her hands and brings them to her chest. Her hands cup her breasts and she hefts them up a little, eliciting a blush from Dipper.

"Haven't just gotten bigger. They're leaking too."

She lets out a small shudder and removes her hands. They sag back down a little.

"Wh-what do you want me to help you with then?"

"I'm getting to that. Ever since it happened they've been leaking like crazy, but it seems like the leaking isn't enough to get rid of whatever's happening in there, doctor said that they're producing so much milk there's a buildup..."

Dipper nervously glances around the room. Fuck, is he getting hard?

"...That means that twice a day I kinda have to... 'Release the pressure', or it gets pretty sensitive and painful."

Wendy stares at the ground, too embarrassed to look anywhere near Dipper's face. Her cheeks are still a deep shade of crimson.

"So... What do you want me to do?"

"I-I... I want you to help milk me, Dipper."

"Why?"

She looks down, still blushing. Would it be too much to say she wants to feel his hands on her body, to have him fawn over her and service her most important need? Probably. So she lies.

"It's kind of hard to reach..."

Dipper nods nervously, it's not like he'll refuse her offer of letting him grope those beautiful, round, huge- Snap out of it Dipper! He mentally yells at himself, mad for letting his mind wander.

"O-Okay..."

She glances up at the clock.

"It's nearly eight, that's usually when I do it, would you like to do it now or...?"

Dipper blushes and finally looks up at Wendy.

"I guess we should get it out of the way now..."

She nods and lifts up her shirt. Both of their blushes deepen when first her pale stomach skin, and then her soft breasts are exposed to the cool evening air. Her breasts are even larger than Dipper imagined they would be under her shirt, and if either of them thought he had an erection earlier then they certainly couldn't deny it now. Her top two breasts would easily stretch the limits of even the biggest bras you could find in a store, and the bottom two are at least DD-Cups. On her belly is a large, raised, discolored pinkish patch of skin. It has four small nubs located in a squarish pattern. Dipper glances at it, but before he can ask anything Wendy answers him.

"Yeah, that's the next thing. It's been growing for the past month, it hasn't been leaking milk yet but... I'm afraid I think it's an udder."

Dipper nods, then chuckles a little. Wendy raises an auburn eyebrow in response.

'What's so funny?"

"It's just, last summer I was always hoping I would get to see you shirtless someday, but I guess that I wasn't expecting it to be under these conditions."

She joins in on his weak laughter and playfully punches his arm.

"What? Don't like it? I can cover back up if you'd like."

"N-No, I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I didn't expect you to have, you know. An udder."

She tries to keep up a smile, although in her mind fears race that he's repulsed by it. Damn, when did Dipper become so cute? She asks herself before snapping herself out of that line of though. No! Get a grip on it Wendy! He's only 13! Just because he's so much taller and... More handsome and... More muscular... No! Keep it together!. Dippers's thoughts about her new addition couldn't be further from what she thinks they are. Her tits are huge! I-Is that milk dribbling from them?! He mentally slaps himself. Come on Dipper, you can do this. Don't screw this up.

"So... Should I start?"

"Yeah."

Wendy nods and scoots over on the bed. Dipper sits down next to her gently lays a hand on her right breast. His mouth is slightly agape, and he can feel a bit of drool collecting. He quickly closes his mouth, determined not to look creepy or awkward. Slowly, he gives her breast a light squeeze, and he jumps a little when a small burst of milk shoots out of her. She bites her lip and drapes her arm over the boy.

"That feels great, Dip. Just like that~"

Emboldened by her words, Dipper moves his hand further down her breast. He slips her nipple in between his thumb and index finger. He squeezes gently and a slow, steady stream of water begins to drip out of her soft pink nipple. He slowly increases the pressure, and the dribble of water increases with it. Wendy softly coos, placing the palm of her hand on his head and gently running it through his hair.

"Y-You know Dipper... You can try a taste if you want..."

Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of crimson. Am I seriously asking Dipper to drink it!? The more rational part of her mind cries out for her to stop, but she can't muster the willpower to actually say the words. Dipper nods, dipping his head down onto her tit. He cups his mouth around her large pink nipple, and careful to avoid using his teeth, gently begins suckling her leaking breast.

It tastes... It tastes better than anything he had ever tasted. If Dipper tried to explain it to someone he would struggle to. It's like a mixture of warm milk, but with something... Something strange in it. It warms his belly when it slides down his throat, and it feels like the kind of drink to put hair on the chest of anyone. In fact... Wait! What!?

He yelps and pulls away from Wendy's boob. She blinks at him quizzically before he throws off his shirt in a panic. After he does so she stares at his chest with the same mixture of panic and strange curiosity as he does.

"My chest!"

There, on his chest, is a thick patch of short reddish-brown hair.

"D-Dipper! That's not it..."

Wendy yells panickedly.

"It's leaking Dipper!"

Dipper looks up and blinks. Her small udder had grown a noticeable amount during their short nursing session, and Dipper can see pools of white liquid at the tips of each small nub, or... Nipple? He isn't quite sure of the terminology, but that sounds about right. Wendy glances back up at Dipper. Her new udder development is still the first issue on her mind but... Had he gotten more muscular? She mentally slaps herself again, focusing on her new udder.

"F-Fuck..."

She groans and lays a hand on it, giving one of the four nipples a squeeze. Milk spurts out at an even greater pressure than it did her tits.

"Dipper, help me! It feels like it hasn't been milked in a month! It's going to explode!"

She isn't lying. The longest she had ever gone without milking herself was a week, and that felt like hell. Like needing to pee but being unable to, but worse. Dipper recognizes the urgency of her yell and lays his hands on her sensitive udder, determined to figure out what's happening after he helps Wendy relieve the pressure. He tugs her nipples softly and more liquid shoots out, almost like a high-pressure hose of milk. She moans in relief as he tugs more and more harshly, letting as much milk out as he can without pulling so hard as to hurt her. The milk falls down to the straw floor beneath the two of them, and Dipper can't help but think it's being just a little wasted. I mean, it could hurt to just have another little taste, right? He nods, agreeing with himself. He gets off the bed and turns to face Wendy before kneeling down and gently putting his lips around one of her large, pink nipples. He sucks as softly as he can, but the pressure still causes it to shoot out into his mouth. Wendy sighs in further relief as his fingers move back to continue their magic. Milk sprays all over his bare chest and quickly growing red hair. He ignores it though as Wendy runs her hand through his scalp hair again, softly moaning.

"Oh yeah Dipper~ J-Just keep that up~"

He grins as the warm whiskey-like taste returns to his mouth. He can feel his body shift a little, but he pays it no mind as he's too preoccupied with pleasing Wendy and enjoying the taste of her warm milk. Wendy stares wildly off into the distance of the opposite wall, mouth agape in relief and pleasure as she feels her udder drained. It's an absolutely orgasmic feeling for her, and her jeans to start growing a little damp from something other than milk. She glances down briefly from her pleasure high, and is alarmed by what she sees. Dipper is growing under her. He's too busy servicing her to notice, but she can tell he's getting bigger. His chest is widening, and he's already easily gained an inch or two to his height. Additionally, as she continues to rub his hair she feels the telltale nubs of future horns growing under her fingertips. Should I stop him!? He's too into it to notice himself and I really should, but... She lets out another groan and bites her lip in pleasure. It does feel good..

Meanwhile, Dipper can't care less about the way his body is changing. He can feel his torso shift beneath him, but his only thoughts are for milking Wendy's sensitive udder, and for the intense burning between his thighs. It had been there ever since she suggested he help her, but before now he had been too preoccupied with her milking to really pay attention to it. As more and more of Wendy's warm milk flows down his throat it gets more and more unbearable. Dipper can practically feel his shorts tearing at the seams from the pressure. He slips one of his hands away from her udder, much  to Wendy's dissatisfaction, and he slowly brings it down to his bulge. He gives it a gentle rub and lets out a moan. It's muffled by Wendy's udder, and his moan into her stiff nipple only makes her moan even more. He reluctantly pulls away from her teat, already regretting the loss of the warm taste in his mouth.

When Dipper pulls away from her nipple Wendy breaks out of her stupor. Everything around her had become indistinct from the pleasure of having her overfilled udder drained, but things slowly start coming back into focus. She glances down at Dipper. He had grown a significant amount since they had begun. At least 3 or 4 inches had been added to his height, and if she had to guess he'd be taller than she was now. His chest is also absolutely covered in short reddish-brown hair and fur, which extends up from his chest over to his shoulders and down his arms, where it gets progressively lighter as it approaches his hands. On his belly as well there is fur, but it also gets lighter and lighter the closer it gets to his crotch. His face is also mostly bare, and the fur stops halfway up his neck. The curls of hair on top of his head are more or less unchanged, but they seem slightly darker red, and of course they're interrupted by two small nub horns about three inches away from one another. They're larger than Wendy's, but she can tell they're nowhere near fully developed.

Despite the fur being the most noticeable difference about him, Wendy can also tell he's gotten significantly larger in terms of not only height, but also musculature. His upper body is significantly more developed than it had been when he entered the cabin, and his shorts look like they're ready to burst not only from the rock hard erection at his crotch, but also from the powerful leg muscles he now possesses. Dipper looks up at Wendy, lust obviously in his eyes. He had noticed the dampness in her jeans and couldn't help but hope that maybe she'd be up to the idea of him getting himself off while milking her. Although the idea of her not being alright with it is almost sexier.

"W-Wendy, can I..."

He's cut off by her nodding. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want him at least a little. He's so much more... Sexy now, how didn't I see it before? She asks herself as he gets up and slowly peels down his shorts. Left in only his briefs it's easy to see how turned on he is. His erection strains the white fabric to its limits. He frantically pulls it down, and Wendy's jaw drops. It's bigger than she had ever imagined, definitely pushing at least eight inches, and it has a slightly reddish twinge to it. He also has an incredible amount of pubic hair, and Wendy can now plainly see that his red fur extends down his legs, and his feet seem highly calloused. Dipper himself is also surprised by his changes. Has it always been that long!? He reaches his hand down to it and grunts a little when his hand wraps delicately around his sensitive member. Wendy's mind races. Suddenly, the pressure in her tits doesn't seem like the most important thing on her mind. She pats the bed next to her and Dipper looks at her curiously before understanding what she meant. He sits down next to her. What is she planning? She leans to her side and gently kisses Dipper on the cheek.

"Th-Thanks Dipper. I feel a lot better now, but it looks like you need some help getting relief too."

He nods, blushing a little. It begins to hit him how intimate the situation that he's in is. His thoughts are cut short, though, when her hand slowly moves down and brushes against his stiff erection. He lets out a small groan, but it's quickly silenced by Wendy pressing her lips against his. She wraps her soft, moist hand around his shaft and slowly begins rubbing up and down it. Whenever she reaches the top she pauses for a moment and gives his head a rub with her thumb. He quickly feels himself nearing climax, and his labored pants and groans fill Wendy's mouth as their tongues wrap around each other and grind against each other's teeth. When she feels Dipper finally near the point of no return for his climax she pulls her hand away, leaving him with a teasing tickle. She breaks the kiss and looks into Dipper's eyes. They seem larger and rounder than they had been when he first entered, and his pupils are giant in comparison to how they had been.

"Wendy~"

He pleads, still nearly on the point of orgasm. His cock twitches a little, begging for attention. She just winks at him and gives him a kiss on the cheek before getting off the bed. She turns around to face him and kneels down in between his legs. Her mouth opens up and she gives the tip of his cock a teasing lick. The pool of pre-cum that had accumulated tastes good, like a combination of sweet whiskey and a medium-rare steak. She happily drinks it down, and closes her mouth. She kisses his large head softly, drawing another bead of pre up, which she happily accepts. Dipper puts his muscular arms behind him and braces himself backwards against the bed with them, eyes closed and lip bitten in concentration. She leads a long lick up his shaft, culminating in teasing his head with her graceful tongue. She laps up a final bead of pre-cum from off his tip before opening her mouth as wide as she can and plunging down onto his cock. He grunts in pleasure as her mouth engulfs the top three inches of his pulsing shaft, and her tongue swirls lovingly around his cock, teasing more and more pre out of him. His hands grip down hard on the sheets and he can't help but buck his hips a little.

"W-Wendy, I'm gonna-"

She moans into his cock, hungry for his cum. He obliges and bucks his hips again, cock twitching her mouth as he unleashes several thick ropes of hot cum down into her throat. She lifts her mouth away from him, his cock still twitching and spraying more cum. Most of it lands on her face, forcing her to close her eyes. The shots of cum slow down until it begins to simply dribble down from his cock onto the bed or her breasts. She smiles at him and he watches as a bulge in her throat rises, followed by the sound of his load going down her throat into her belly. He falls backwards onto the bed, panting heavily in post orgasmic bliss. The world is indistinct around him as he recovers from the most mind-blowing orgasm he'd ever had. Eventually, he recovers a little and sits up, playing the events of the past ten minutes over in his head. He glances down at his body, and then over to Wendy, who's now sitting next to him on the bed, cleaning off her face and the sheets with a combination of her tongue and the bedsheets. She looks quite a bit different than she had before their nursing session. For one, despite her top rack being mostly unchanged her second set of tits and udder had caught up significantly in the size department. What's worse is that her tits and udder now seem to be leaking milk without either of them putting so much as the slightest pressure on them. Outside of her chest and belly fur had taken root. Up and down her arms and legs and quite a bit on her neck and collar area he can see a thin coat of fur. It's close to the same color as his, but a brighter red and shorter. Her horns seem a bit long, although they retain their original dullness. She also seems a little taller, and if he had to guess she had caught up to him height-wise, with both of their heights certainly starting with a 6'. He can't get a good look at her lower body, with still being obfuscated by her tight blue jeans, but he can tell that her hips have gotten significantly wider. Her jeans struggle to contain them, and he can see that the front button of her jeans might fly off at any moment. Beneath that is a wet patch where he knows her slit is, and he can feel his cock begin to get erect again from the thought. He shakes his head. He needs to stop this.

"Wendy, get up. We're going to the mystery shack. Now."

She looks over to him, quizzically.

"Why?"

"I hadn't realized it, I was too caught up with arousal to, and I'm guessing that you're still only focused on that, but we're changing, fast. If we don't go to the mystery shack and fix this we might never be able to."

"Come on dude, just a little bit more? I swear, as soon as I cum we'll leave, but this is honestly the best I've felt in months dude, please don't make this end."

She leans over against his body, pressing her warm breasts against his side. I really should get going and fix this but... Fuck, is she wet? Did she say she wants me to make her cum? C-come on Dipper, snap out of it. It's the hormones talking. We just need to get to the shack and I'm sure Ford will know what to do.

"No Wendy, we have to leave now."

"Come on~ Just 'til I cum? Please~"

She puts on puppy dog eyes. Dipper tries to look away but can't, he's already half aroused, and combined with her begging he can't do anything to resist.

"...Fine."

She squeals a little in delight. He sighs and crosses his arms, his arm muscles bulging a little in the process.

"But as soon as you cum we leave, alright?"

She nods happily, standing up.

"So... Do I have to take these tight jeans off on my own, or do I get help?"

She motions for him to stand up. He obliges reluctantly and walks up to her. His arm wraps around her waist and he gropes one of her soft, supple buttocks. She pulls him into a kiss, which satisfyingly requires him to angle his head down slightly, swelling his ego a little. They make out for a minute, their tongues intertwining while his hand roughly gropes her magnificent ass. As much as Dipper hates to admit it, he's getting hard again, quickly. Finally, the kiss breaks and Wendy grins a little, her stomach slightly stained with pre from his cock rubbing against her furless belly. His hand reaches down and brushes against his cock, although he ignores that. He fiddles with her jeans button for a moment before finally getting it. He slips the button through the small slit in the fabric and the jeans almost pop apart. Wendy sighs in relief from the removed pressure, and Dipper slowly pulls down her zipper to reveal a pair of absolutely soaked pink panties. He continues to pull down her jeans. He stops at the knees and allows her to kick them off, which she does. Her legs are also covered with red fur, although it's lighter than the stuff on her shoulders and back, and he can immediately tell even through her panties that almost all of her lower body is covered with fur. He glances down at her feet and notices that they're slightly malformed and calloused like his are. He steels himself and feels an even greater sense of determination to get the two of them back to the mystery shack, dreading that they might become hooves.

The hand that isn't preoccupied with her ass reaches down and gently plays with her soaked slit through her pink panties. She moans lewdly and leans back against one of the walls of the shack. He rubs his middle finger and pushes down in between her lips, causing her to moan ever more loudly as he drags the thin fabric of her panties into her opening along with his fingers.

"F-Fuck Dipper~"

He grins from hearing his name moaned like that, despite what he had promised himself he is getting pretty into it. He brings his hand up from between her lips, much to Wendy's displeasure, before slipping them into her panties and rubbing his index finger against her clit. She gasps loudly and bites her lip. Dipper's hand moves away from her ass and to the hem of her panties. He pulls down on the underwear and it slips down her thighs to her knees. She moans lightly when the cool air of the cabin comes into contact with her sensitive pussy. She kicks off her panties and Dipper takes the opportunity after they're off to slip a finger into her gleaming slit. She yelps quietly in surprise, eliciting a grin from Dipper. He slowly begins working his finger in and out of her cunt. His finger feels a bit loose, all on its own, so he slips his middle finger in as well. Wendy closes her eyes and focuses on leaning against that wall, her head is too far in the clouds to be able to stand properly. She moans loudly, fingers being pumped in and out of her pussy at an ever increasing rate. She begins to feel the fire between her hips build to a head, and she lets out one final moan.

"Di-Dipper! I'm gonna cum!~"

The instant she finishes her sentence it's punctuated by a high-pitch yell of pleasure as she feels her body explode in a wave of pleasure emanating from her crotch. Her knees buckle and Dipper barely reacts in time to save her. He scoops her up in his powerful arms before she can fall much, and he carries her over to the bed to allows her to ride out the rest of her orgasm in peace. He sits beside her for a moment before her eyes flutter open.

"Dude... That was incredible."

Dipper nods, smirking a little. He'd be lying if he said her lewd cries hadn't gotten him rock hard, but he still has to focus on the task at hand.

"Come on, we need to get to the mystery shack now. It's dark out, but the moon is full tonight, we can use that and hopefully get there by midnight."

She nods, sitting up and yawning a little. Their fun had left her pretty exhausted, but she does agree with Dipper that they need to do something about their situation. She hops off the bed, legs still shaky. Her eyes wander over to their clothes strewn about the place.

"Hey dude?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think any of those will fit us any more."

He nods in agreement. The idea of showing up to the mystery shack naked with Wendy doesn't sound very appealing to him, and he knows that if Mabel ever caught sight of the two he'd never hear the end of it.

"You're right, but how could we get a change of clothes that fit us?"

"Well... My dad comes by every week to bring me food and check up on me. The next time he’s supposed to show up is tomorrow, so he could drive us back to Gravity Falls then, and we'd have a change of clothes."

Dipper contemplates her idea.

"When does he usually show up?"

"About seven AM. He gets here in his truck, so we wouldn't have to walk back."

"Wouldn't he like, you know, see us both naked? I'm not sure your dad would get the right idea about what happened."

She dismisses him out of hand.

"It'll be fine dude, he walked in on Robbie and me one time and guess what, Robbie didn't die or anything, and I'm sure if I tell him you were just helping me then he'll understand."

Dipper blushes a little thinking about his former arch-enemy actually doing it with Wendy. Slowly, he nods.

"Fine, but if I die when your dad shows up, it's youiyr fault."

"Fine."

She nods, smiling a little and falling back onto the bed. Dipper turns to look at her.

"So... What do you want to do now? Just... Go to sleep, or do you still need to be milked more?"

Wendy chuckles a little, laying her hands on her breasts.

"Trust me, I always need to be milked, and that was before the udder."

Dipper chuckles a little and lays down next to her. Wendy gives him a quick peck on the cheek.

"You know, if you still want to then we could... Get together, after all of this is over I mean."

Dipper raises an eyebrow.

"Why the change of mind after last year?"

Wendy looks down in embarrassment, biting her lip and blushing a little.

"Well... I was kinda thinking about it over the school year. You're really the coolest guy I know, by far. And... I think I was wrong to reject you like that, just because you're a little younger than me. I mean... It isn't that weird for a Freshman and a Junior to be dating, right?"

Dipper mulls it over in his brain for a moment, before nodding.

"You're right, but I'm not sure why you're asking me if it’s wrong. I mean, would I really pass on a chance to get with you?"

He grins and gives her a kiss on the cheek. She reciprocates with one to the lips, and soon enough she climbs on top of Dipper while they furiously make out. She grinds her lower belly teasingly against his half-hard erection. She giggles a little as his furry chest and belly tickles her smooth udder and tits. Her tail brushes up against his leg, and Dipper cautiously asks.

"Wendy, do you want to... You know."

She nods.

"Thought you'd never ask~"

He grins and pulls her into a kiss. He grinds his hips against hers, and he can't help but giggle a little as the red plume at the end of her tail tickles his lower body. He pulls one of her tits up to his mouth and gets a quick drink. The warm fluid invigorates him, and he can feel his cock swell between their bellies. Wendy encourages him to drink up, the pressure on her tits can never be too relieved. His body continues to shift under her, much to her amazement. His chest gets even wider, and he quickly leaves her in the dust in terms of height. His cock continues to grow larger and larger, and his horns are soon visibly poking out of his long curly hair. His body looks like it could easily best an Olympic athlete in some areas, and his muscles are insanely defined. Wendy can feel her pussy grow damp at the sight of his huge, bulky body, but soon enough he ceases growing despite drinking up from her breasts. Wendy realizes that he's essentially become a full manotaur in all but a few departments. He stands a head shorter than most manotaurs, and his body is much thinner than theirs, although his muscle is more defined, and he lacks the somewhat noticeable gut that most manotaurs have. His body is covered with reddish-brown fur everywhere except for his face, which had taken on a much more masculine and sharp look than it had before. She realizes that his cock easily pushes one foot in length, and she shudders to think of what it'll feel like to have it inside her. Wendy rolls off of Dipper's body and gets off the bed. She wiggles her broad hips seductively and walks over to the table.

"I'd rather be on top of you, but I think the udder would get in the way"

She leans over the table, spreading her legs and showing off her gleaming cunt to Dipper. Dipper jumps up off the bed, cock pulsing eagerly in anticipation. A-Am I seriously about to fuck Wendy? He asks himself, positioning his body behind Wendy's. Her own transformation seems complete to him. Her hips are wide, and for some reason he can't get the idea out of his head that she'd be excellent for bearing calves. He shakes his head and the weird thought disappears. Her legs are long, slender, and muscular, although a bit shorter in proportion to her body than they were last summer. Her upper body is slender, and her udder and two sets of boobs obviously hang down heavily on her, even as she leans over on the table. Her arms are muscular, and her hands are one of the parts of her body untouched by fur. Her red hair is still quite long, although it does blend in a little with her red fur. The two nubs of horns on her head are now obviously visible, but they are shaped differently from Dipper's, much duller and thinner. He glances down at their feet and notices that, as he had expected, they both now have hard, black hooves in place of feet, although it doesn't hamper his movement as much as he expected. He moves her tail out of the way and slowly aligns his rock-hard cock with her gleaming opening.

He pushes in slowly. He penetrates her lips and the two moan in unison as his massive cock stretches her velvety inner folds. Wendy's hips are more than wide enough to take it, and rather than being painful as she had expected, it's quite pleasurable for her.

"Mmm, f-fuck Dipper. You're huge~"

Dipper grunts in recognition and he continues to push deeper into her tight opening. Her tightness provides just the right amount of resistance, but her quickly manages to hilt her. He slowly pulls out. Wendy groans in response, the fire between her thighs is quickly rekindled and she can do nothing but moan in pleasure as Dipper thrusts his cock back in before pulling out and starting the whole process over again. He leans over her body and softly tugs on her udder with his hands. Milk shoots out onto the floor beneath them, and for some reason the thought appears in Dipper's mind: This milk will be fine for our children. Dipper shakes his head, still thrusting in and out of her. What the fuck was that?! Come on Dipper, this manotaur stuff is getting to you. You've got to pull out now and get to the shack. ASAP. Dipper groans, trying his hardest to resist the magnetic feeling of his crotch towards Wendy's, but he can't. All he can do is pant and let out moans as Wendy does the same beneath him. Her mind is filled with similar thoughts as his, but she can't dismiss them so easily.

Wendy feels herself near climax, and she loudly grunts.

"D-Dipper, I'm gonna~"

"F-Fuck. I'm going to too!~"

Dipper briefly considers trying to pull out, but realizes it's a lost cause. He can feel his cock twitch like mad in Wendy's heavenly snatch, and he lets out a roar of manly aggression and pleasure as he dumps his load in her. The hot, heavy feeling of cum filling every inch of her womb drives Wendy mad with pleasure. Her eyes dilate and she nearly kicks Dipper weakly with her legs. The table supports her, barely, and he lays on top of her as his cock twitches, filling her to the brim with his hot, sticky seed. His cock softens within her and he pulls out of her. He stumbles backwards collapses onto the bed and lays down weakly, exhausted from their fucking.

"Oh fuck, I came inside you. We need to get to the shack, now. If we leave now we can..."

He's interrupted by Wendy nearly tackling him. She locks lips with him and refuses to let him speak. He tries to push her off of him but he can't seem to do it without putting in so much force that he risks hurting her. What the fuck is she doing!? Dipper asks himself, struggling to get up. Wendy's hand reaches down to his cock and massages it back to semi-hardness. She finally releases Dipper from under her and she gets off of him. Dipper can plainly see that she's gone mad with lust.

"Wendy! Snap out of i-"

He's interrupted once more by her. This time, her head is in between his legs, already bobbing up and down on his cock, encouraging it to full size. He moans, unable to stop his cock from getting hard. Wendy drinks up the semen that hadn't gotten in her pussy from off his cock, before taking her head away from it and lifting one of her thighs over it. She brings her hips down onto it and instantly begins riding it up and down. Dipper does have to admit, it does feel good... And her hips are wide... And she'd bear good children... And they'd be strong... And they could all live alone in the forest, away from humans... Dipper's mind is quickly swimming in ideas such as those, and he gives into Wendy, doing nothing to stop her but putting in an occasional word during a rare moment of clarity. Eventually, he ceases all protests and begins to thrust into Wendy's tight snatch. He cums after a while, and not two minutes later the two are at it again...

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Mr. Corduroy pulls his truck up to the front of his daughter's small cabin. He steps out of the pickup and takes a small box out of the back. He knocks on the door softly.

"Wendy?"

He knocks again, a bit harder.

"Wendy. It's your father. I have your supplies."

He waits a moment, before knocking even more loudly.

"Wendy! Wake up!"

He growls, still no response from the door. The rage builds up from impatience, and he punches the door off its flimsy hinges.

"Wendy!?"

He blinks and looks around the cabin. There's no sign of life in the cabin, but it looks like a hurricane flew into it. He looks around anxiously for his daughter.

"Wendy!?!"

Then, he notices a rather large hole in one of the walls. It's bigger than he is, and he runs out through it, determined to find his daughter. Beneath him are two sets of hoof-prints.

"WENDY!!!"

-END-