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Oh man, you felt out of it. What had happened last night? Something... something strange had happened. But what?
Wait! The... the letters! The game! The wishstone! Had all of that actually happened? It hadn't just been some crazy dream, right? Bolting out of the bed you were in, you dashed to the nearest window and threw open the blinds.
And stared.
That wasn't your street below you. This wasn't your bedroom. And... as impossible as it seemed, you'd wager this wasn't your house either.
Walking around in a daze, you examined the rest of your 'house.'
It definitely wasn't yours, that was for sure. But it felt so familiar! It didn't feel wrong to be here! It wasn't your house, but it felt like it was!
Well, you kept saying house, but it was clearly an apartment- big enough for you to live in fairly comfortably, but not particularly big.
Which brought you to the next concern you'd found upon waking up this morning.
You.
You were different.
Standing in your bathroom and looking back at you in the mirror was the face of Shujin Kou, the hero of Harem Protagonist. You were him, and he was you.
It didn't feel like you'd usurped his life and kicked his soul out of his body, no... it felt more like... you had merged with his being- you had his memories, and in a sense- you'd become Shujin Kou. The old you, XXX XXXXX, no longer existed- this was who you were, who you'd always been meant to be.
Wait... Did... did this mean that the last night hadn't been some crazy dream? You recalled the floating letters, and the wishstone, and being given a chance to live out your wildest, most fetish-fueled dreams... and you remembered taking that chance.
So, did that mean...
Did that mean that the wish you'd made had reshaped this world? It was crazy to think about, but... had it? Were you living in a world where a third of the female population were gorgeous, buxom cowgirls?
According to your clock, it was barely passed 6:00 AM, much earlier than you normally got up- and much too early for there to be anybody out walking around the street outside. Well, that just left one option.
Turning on your laptop (which, having Shujin's memories/being Shujin meant you knew the password), you opened up the search enging.
Searching 'cowgirls' felt kind of weird, especially since you weren't doing it for... lewd purposes, but you honestly couldn't think of what else to do.
The results blew you away.
An hour later, you mentally played back the results of your online research.
First, this definitely was a 'cowgirl-filled world.' As per your wish, approximately one third of the females of the world were now demi-humans displaying extra features on their bodies. The changes weren't anything too drastic- the demi-human women had short cow horns and an extra set of cow ears on top of their head, and occasionally you'd see an example of someone who had a tail. But by and large it seemed like the only extra features were the ears and horns.
Those might've been the only additional physical features, but the changes hadn't stopped there.
Oh, no. As per your wish, all women who were affected by the demi-human gene experienced surges in hormone growth- the cowgirls of your new world may've looked nearly human, but all of them shared several defining characteristics beyond the horns and ears.
Like enormous, rotund, gravity-defying boobs! Giant boobs that would no doubt fill and swell as the milk within built up- because that was another characteristic they all shared- the fact that cowgirls lactated once they hit puberty and pretty much never stopped.
Beyond that, there were other noticeable physical changes- do to the massive hormone surge in their bodies, the demi-human ladies sported enormous rumps, and thick powerful thighs. And while not common, some of them could grow much taller than normal human women- though this was a far rarer trait. Most of them didn't grow much taller than the average woman.
Those were the only changes, but boy, were they noticeable. It didn't seem like the minds of these demi-human women had been in anyway affected. They were just as intelligent as regular humans, with absolutely no negative effects (or effects in anyway) changing their personalities.
Looking deeper, you found some more interesting info. It seemed that in this world, apparently there had been some kind of terrible virus that had spread across the whole planet some twenty years back- a virus that changed rather than killing. Only women had been effected by it, and while some of the initial symptoms included fevers, muscle pains and aches, and headaches, it very rarely killed. That wasn't to say it was a harmless disease- you'd found a couple of videos (for research purposes) that had shown young women with previously slender figures rushed into hospital emergency rooms, crying in pain with breasts swollen bigger than their heads. Apparently, the virus had caused extreme physical discomfort, and at times great pain, to those suffering from it.
Hospitals and healthcare systems around the world had been swamped- for a time it seemed like more of the global population than not were affected by the strange disease. Previously slender, petite women could find themselves growing into super-stacked supermodels in time periods under two months, and as you'd seen in the videos, the poor women who neglected to drain the building fluids in their breasts suffered greatly for it.
You'd found more than one Wikipedia page citing 'emergency milking' as the number one cause for hospital visit in those times.
But fortunately for the world, things had normalized- Once it became clear that deaths from the virus were extremely rare, public panic largely died down. Additional funding was given out to hospitals and science research centers across the world, in each country to make sure that the affected women could properly find care without tying up the 'normal' healthcare system. Women suffering from maladies such as what had medically been defined as 'critical buildup' could now find relief cheaply and easily, without having to put up with the humiliation of exposing themselves and then being drained in public like some common livestock.
Still, the virus had permanent, world-shaking consequences. It remained in the bodies of those women affected by it, and even carriers who hadn't experienced any physical changes would find that the female children they bore had a significant chance of being born a demi-human instead of a normal human.
Now, according to the World Health Organization, roughly one third of the global female population were cowgirls (or demi-humans, that being the name the scientific community had settled on for all affected women.)
Holy shit.
Your wish had come true- one of your deepest, most hidden fetishes had reshaped the world!
You... you didn't know how to feel- you'd seen plenty of photo and video evidence in the last hour, but did that mean that when you got to school a third of the girls would be cowgirls (Demi-Human, you reminded yourself- that was the politically correct term. 'Cowgirl' wasn't quite a slur, but your research showed you that it wasn't a very polite word to use in a demi-human's presence either.
Similarly, 'racial traits' (namely lactation) was a private thing, being nearly taboo to bring up in public. Public decency laws had been put in place by each nation around the world governing the 'dos' and 'don'ts' that demi-humans had to live by, or risk facing fines or jail time over violating. Normal people were expected to respect the privacy of demi-humans about sensitive, potentially embarrassing topics, and demi-humans in turn were told to take care of their needs in private, away from the eyes of those who could be offended by such sights.
That about covered the facts of your research.
*Gulp*
Holy shit... you nervously ran a hand through your hair. This was real. This was real, you kept telling yourself. The world- just as you'd always wanted to see it. Definitely not the way other people would've wanted to see it, but it was your ideal world.
And you couldn't wait to embrace it. You reminded yourself- this was the world of Harem Protagonist, not just regular Earth. That meant that if you made the right choices, you could end up capturing the hearts of the beautiful young heroines- who now just happened to be demi-humans, some sixth sense telling you that all of the heroines of Harem Protagonist had fallen into the category of second-generation demi-humans.
Strangely, you already knew their names, and a little bit about each one of them- it seemed that the real Shujin Kou had been at the very least acquaintances with each heroine in real life. And while his (or rather, your) relationship with each one wasn't even what you'd call friends, it was better than starting out as a complete stranger.
Smiling, you began preparing for the day. You normally didn't like Mondays (who did?), but this was the start of a new, better life for you.
..................
At school, you have an encounter with one of the thicc demi-human heroines, but who?
1) Ayano- she might be short and mousy, but she's got a gorgeous, curvy figure on account of her demi-human genes! And... she seems to be a little uncomfortable... Oh, you can guess what happened- she stayed up too late playing video games, and forgot to milk herself the night before! Typical.
2) On your way to school, you get nearly pancaked by Kiyoko, who's running late. Seems the ginger-haired girl is running late.
3) Your first interaction in this world with one of the girls is with a different heroine.
Oh man, you felt out of it. What had happened last night? Something... something strange had happened. But what?
Wait! The... the letters! The game! The wishstone! Had all of that actually happened? It hadn't just been some crazy dream, right? Bolting out of the bed you were in, you dashed to the nearest window and threw open the blinds.
And stared.
That wasn't your street below you. This wasn't your bedroom. And... as impossible as it seemed, you'd wager this wasn't your house either.
Walking around in a daze, you examined the rest of your 'house.'
It definitely wasn't yours, that was for sure. But it felt so familiar! It didn't feel wrong to be here! It wasn't your house, but it felt like it was!
Well, you kept saying house, but it was clearly an apartment- big enough for you to live in fairly comfortably, but not particularly big.
Which brought you to the next concern you'd found upon waking up this morning.
You.
You were different.
Standing in your bathroom and looking back at you in the mirror was the face of Shujin Kou, the hero of Harem Protagonist. You were him, and he was you.
It didn't feel like you'd usurped his life and kicked his soul out of his body, no... it felt more like... you had merged with his being- you had his memories, and in a sense- you'd become Shujin Kou. The old you, XXX XXXXX, no longer existed- this was who you were, who you'd always been meant to be.
Wait... Did... did this mean that the last night hadn't been some crazy dream? You recalled the floating letters, and the wishstone, and being given a chance to live out your wildest, most fetish-fueled dreams... and you remembered taking that chance.
So, did that mean...
Did that mean that the wish you'd made had reshaped this world? It was crazy to think about, but... had it? Were you living in a world where a third of the female population were gorgeous, buxom cowgirls?
According to your clock, it was barely passed 6:00 AM, much earlier than you normally got up- and much too early for there to be anybody out walking around the street outside. Well, that just left one option.
Turning on your laptop (which, having Shujin's memories/being Shujin meant you knew the password), you opened up the search enging.
Searching 'cowgirls' felt kind of weird, especially since you weren't doing it for... lewd purposes, but you honestly couldn't think of what else to do.
The results blew you away.
An hour later, you mentally played back the results of your online research.
First, this definitely was a 'cowgirl-filled world.' As per your wish, approximately one third of the females of the world were now demi-humans displaying extra features on their bodies. The changes weren't anything too drastic- the demi-human women had short cow horns and an extra set of cow ears on top of their head, and occasionally you'd see an example of someone who had a tail. But by and large it seemed like the only extra features were the ears and horns.
Those might've been the only additional physical features, but the changes hadn't stopped there.
Oh, no. As per your wish, all women who were affected by the demi-human gene experienced surges in hormone growth- the cowgirls of your new world may've looked nearly human, but all of them shared several defining characteristics beyond the horns and ears.
Like enormous, rotund, gravity-defying boobs! Giant boobs that would no doubt fill and swell as the milk within built up- because that was another characteristic they all shared- the fact that cowgirls lactated once they hit puberty and pretty much never stopped.
Beyond that, there were other noticeable physical changes- do to the massive hormone surge in their bodies, the demi-human ladies sported enormous rumps, and thick powerful thighs. And while not common, some of them could grow much taller than normal human women- though this was a far rarer trait. Most of them didn't grow much taller than the average woman.
Those were the only changes, but boy, were they noticeable. It didn't seem like the minds of these demi-human women had been in anyway affected. They were just as intelligent as regular humans, with absolutely no negative effects (or effects in anyway) changing their personalities.
Looking deeper, you found some more interesting info. It seemed that in this world, apparently there had been some kind of terrible virus that had spread across the whole planet some twenty years back- a virus that changed rather than killing. Only women had been effected by it, and while some of the initial symptoms included fevers, muscle pains and aches, and headaches, it very rarely killed. That wasn't to say it was a harmless disease- you'd found a couple of videos (for research purposes) that had shown young women with previously slender figures rushed into hospital emergency rooms, crying in pain with breasts swollen bigger than their heads. Apparently, the virus had caused extreme physical discomfort, and at times great pain, to those suffering from it.
Hospitals and healthcare systems around the world had been swamped- for a time it seemed like more of the global population than not were affected by the strange disease. Previously slender, petite women could find themselves growing into super-stacked supermodels in time periods under two months, and as you'd seen in the videos, the poor women who neglected to drain the building fluids in their breasts suffered greatly for it.
You'd found more than one Wikipedia page citing 'emergency milking' as the number one cause for hospital visit in those times.
But fortunately for the world, things had normalized- Once it became clear that deaths from the virus were extremely rare, public panic largely died down. Additional funding was given out to hospitals and science research centers across the world, in each country to make sure that the affected women could properly find care without tying up the 'normal' healthcare system. Women suffering from maladies such as what had medically been defined as 'critical buildup' could now find relief cheaply and easily, without having to put up with the humiliation of exposing themselves and then being drained in public like some common livestock.
Still, the virus had permanent, world-shaking consequences. It remained in the bodies of those women affected by it, and even carriers who hadn't experienced any physical changes would find that the female children they bore had a significant chance of being born a demi-human instead of a normal human.
Now, according to the World Health Organization, roughly one third of the global female population were cowgirls (or demi-humans, that being the name the scientific community had settled on for all affected women.)
Holy shit.
Your wish had come true- one of your deepest, most hidden fetishes had reshaped the world!
You... you didn't know how to feel- you'd seen plenty of photo and video evidence in the last hour, but did that mean that when you got to school a third of the girls would be cowgirls (Demi-Human, you reminded yourself- that was the politically correct term. 'Cowgirl' wasn't quite a slur, but your research showed you that it wasn't a very polite word to use in a demi-human's presence either.
Similarly, 'racial traits' (namely lactation) was a private thing, being nearly taboo to bring up in public. Public decency laws had been put in place by each nation around the world governing the 'dos' and 'don'ts' that demi-humans had to live by, or risk facing fines or jail time over violating. Normal people were expected to respect the privacy of demi-humans about sensitive, potentially embarrassing topics, and demi-humans in turn were told to take care of their needs in private, away from the eyes of those who could be offended by such sights.
That about covered the facts of your research.
*Gulp*
Holy shit... you nervously ran a hand through your hair. This was real. This was real, you kept telling yourself. The world- just as you'd always wanted to see it. Definitely not the way other people would've wanted to see it, but it was your ideal world.
And you couldn't wait to embrace it. You reminded yourself- this was the world of Harem Protagonist, not just regular Earth. That meant that if you made the right choices, you could end up capturing the hearts of the beautiful young heroines- who now just happened to be demi-humans, some sixth sense telling you that all of the heroines of Harem Protagonist had fallen into the category of second-generation demi-humans.
Strangely, you already knew their names, and a little bit about each one of them- it seemed that the real Shujin Kou had been at the very least acquaintances with each heroine in real life. And while his (or rather, your) relationship with each one wasn't even what you'd call friends, it was better than starting out as a complete stranger.
Smiling, you began preparing for the day. You normally didn't like Mondays (who did?), but this was the start of a new, better life for you.
..................
At school, you have an encounter with one of the thicc demi-human heroines, but who?
1) Ayano- she might be short and mousy, but she's got a gorgeous, curvy figure on account of her demi-human genes! And... she seems to be a little uncomfortable... Oh, you can guess what happened- she stayed up too late playing video games, and forgot to milk herself the night before! Typical.
2) On your way to school, you get nearly pancaked by Kiyoko, who's running late. Seems the ginger-haired girl is running late.
3) Your first interaction in this world with one of the girls is with a different heroine.
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