Review next chapter or story will be up soon. This is a little on the shorter side, first chapter is mostly exposition. Hard Lemons in the next few chapters. Also this story is specific and vaguely fetish-y so reading beware.

"Ugh I can't believe that you dragged me over for all of this." Pacifica said in annoyance as she kicked a dust ball the size of a badger across the floor. Mabel popped up being a pile of boxes while wearing a bandana to not choke to death on all of the dust that filled the air. She pulled it down and grinned her bright smile at the blonde.
"Oh Come on Pacifica, it could be much worse. Just think of it as...as...actually yeah I just dragged you into some spring cleaning. But you know what they say about spring weather!"

"It makes animals really horny and territorial?" Wendy said from where she popped out from behind a great big pile of other garbage.

"I was going to say that it meant it was time for some spring cleaning!" Mabel said gesturing to the rest of the basement. Ever since Ford and Stan moved out of the shack Mabel and Dipper had moved in and made it their own. Which meant that they had a lot of junk that they had to eventually get rid of.

"Why isn't Dipper helping you with this trash? This is demeaning to me." Pacifica said as she picked up a box and tossed it unceremoniously to the side with a frown. Mabel rolled her eyes, it had been a big thing involving a bet, West Korea and a few other things that they argued about and ultimately got them involved into a little bet. Which she lost because apparently she did not know geography.

Which would normally be no big deal, except the loser had to clean out the basement. Which meant that she had to. Which meant that she convinced Pacifica and Wendy to come over to the shack on their days off to help her move some stuff around. She normally would ask Grenda and Candy but those two love birds were on their honey moon and it was adorable.

But that meant that Mabel had to use her back up best friends which meant the graduated college girl who had not moved out of her home town and was pissed off about it, and the snooty rich girl who always seemed like she was five seconds from ripping off the Pine's twins heads. That was because she was not so subtly crushing on the both of them, but they did not notice it or remark upon it because they were very naive and far too nice to bring it up.

"Ugh what is even half of this garbage?" Pacifica complained as she picked up what looked to be a voodoo doll with very realistic facial features that winked at her before she tossed it away in disgust. The basement was incredibly creepy especially since it used to be a mad scientists lab, which explained all of the garbage that had accumulated there for so long.

Most of it was just a bunch of stuff that Ford had found around the town and pocketed for further research that he never actually got around to. Which meant it was Mabel and Dipper's problem after he and Stan left for the sea. Mabel picked up a box and shook it hearing the souls of the damned scream from the inside. She shrugged and put it in the storage pile.

"So what do you plan to do with all of this crap?" Wendy said skeptically picking up another box and putting it on top of the one that Mabel had just moved. Mabel shrugged noncomittaly. She really had no idea, probably just toss it into some of the pits deep in the forest and let nature take its course.

Pacifica was trying not to touch anything, and kicked herself for actually saying that she would help her friend out with this, it was gross and weird and creepy. Pacifica did not like being underground, and this was about as underground as it could get. She tip toed what looked to be a mouse corpse before taking a deep breath and reaching into a box trying not to touch anything slimy or moving or weird. Which was impossible in this weird and spooky basement that belonged in a horror movie.

She paused and stiffened, her hand touched something and her rich upbringing told her what it was made out of almost instantly. Gold. How the hell did these weirdos find gold? What was it doing inside of an old box that was falling apart in a dingy old basement? She quickly tossed the top of the box off and to the side and pulled out what was sitting inside, although it just raised even more questions instead of answers. She held the weird bell in her hands.

It was a cowbell, and it was made out of what looked to be solid gold. She stared at it, the surface was perfectly polished, which was weird as it had been in a basement in a cardboard box for who knows how long. She moved it one way and then another catching the dim light and tried to read the strange shimmering letters that were scratched deep into the surface of the cow bell.

"Hey Mabel does this say something?" She said slowly turning to face the other two women. She paused and stiffened as the bell became pleasantly warm in her hands. Not hot, just warm, and slowly growing warmer. Then it started to glow. Mabel and Wendy turned to stare, their jaws dropped and they slowly walked forward cautiously as Pacifica continued to study the usual solid gold object that she had found.

The glow grew bigger and brighter with every passing second. The two felt drawn to it like moths to a flame. Mabel's smile grew all the wider and her smile nearly split her face.
"Pretty." She spoke reaching out to grab it. When her fingertips brushed against it the light increased until it was nearly blinding. Wendy shook her head trying to get her mind to actually work again. Which was hard as she felt like she was in the middle of a strange haze.

"Dude don't touch it!" Wendy shouted batting at Mabel's hand. But her own wrist slapped the side of the bell and caused it to clang once ominously. The light flashed through the entire room and the three women screeched in amazement as warmth flushed right over them. The light dimmed and three beings were left in Mabel, Pacifica and Wendy's place.

Twenty year old Dipper Pines chewed on a pencil upstairs, he sat up, he thought he had heard a bell clang somewhere in the shack. He shook it off and turned back to the research journal that he had been trying to put together for the longest time. He was trying his best to make it make sense, and to organize everything but he kept on coming back to these weird pictures in around the midsection of the journal.

He was rewriting stuff from his uncle, but it almost seemed as if Ford's mind had taken a weird turn. A turn for the...sexual...especially since so many of the involved artifacts that had to be found somewhere in Gravity Falls or the surrounding area of the town. Which meant that Ford probably had some sort of weird kinky side that Dipper did not want to know about, after all this was his great uncle for fucks sake.

The string bean of a twenty year old did not want to know about any of his dirty little sexual secrets. That would just be weird and uncomfortable, to know about a family members sex life and especially whatever it was that they got into. Especially if it involved some sort of weird other worldly monster. Which knowing his family probably came up once or twice. Dipper continued to chew his pencil when he heard shifting at the door to the basement, then excited giggling and moaning. As if someone was receiving a really good massage.

He sat up and listened for a few seconds before shaking it off. Probably unimportant. Anyway he was making great progress in the journal and the rewrites. Especially this one weird article that kept on going on and on about cows and ranching and finding a new source of milk or something similar to that. Dipper twirled the pencil around in his hands before he became aware of a very warm presence in the room, something that smelt very alluring to his young adult nose.

He sniffed the air and then licked his lips, trying to ignore it. It was fresh and smelt vaguely of milk and like animalistic...lust?

He looked up and his eyes popped out of their sockets at the glorious sight that stood before him in all her big tit and large ass glory. He felt his jaw drop as she slowly and sensually walked towards him, her body shivering with delight and repressed excitement. He tried not to drool as he stared deep into her large full eyes. Then she opened her mouth and a little groan that sounded suspiciously like a 'moo' slipped out.

"Pacifica?" Dipper said in shocked confusion as the young woman moved towards him with clearly lecherous intentions. She got to his side and leaned over the arm of the chair and wrapped her arms around his neck with a big grin on her face. She looked amazing, incredible, and biologically impossible. The last time that he had seen her she had been little more then just a regular looking bean pole, flat chest, small butt regular ratio of waste to hips. Normal length hair, totally natural looking woman.

But now, now she was something akin to a demi god. She had large sensual tits that were large enough to be udders, she had a large round ass and a small waist and an impressive curvy set of hips on her. Her hair was long and luscious glowing a bright gold and reaching all the way to the top of her round jiggly butt. She had prefect large bodied proportions. He could not believe how attractive she looked.

What was even stranger though was that she had a strange black head band on and a black necklace that hugged her. Her clothing was almost completely gone, replaced by a black and white cow print thong that cupped her cunt and hugged her thighs. She also had a small bit of cloth covering her tits, it was small enough that it did not cover her nipples entirely and got smaller and even more revealing the closer that it got to where her tits met. There was a golden ring set between her tits and holding the entire top together. She was wearing strange black high heels with an odd shaped cleft toe.

"Pacifica?" Dipper said in surprise as she shimmied all the closer to him and began to pull him closer to her large delicious looking breasts. She shoved his head between them and smiled, Dipper could hardly breath, they smelt wonderful, and full and vaguely of milk.
"Hey-a Dipper, I'm like so glad that you're up here." She said rolling her head and flicking her hair over her shoulder where it landed with a loud thump. She smiled as she felt him struggle a little mistaking it for him wanting to motor boat her brand new extra large tits that ached with the need for release. She gasped and then mooed softly as she began to leak from her nipples and her cunt lips, she blushed deeply and Dipper finally pulled away with a gasp, his hat sitting crookedly and a little bit of pearl white milk staining the side of his head.

Dipper stared at Pacifica in shock as he stood up and began backing out of the room. She frowned in annoyance before mooing sensually again and crawling after him, her tits shaking and jiggling beneath her frame like delicious looking jello. Dipper felt himself growing hard at the sight but shook his head as he attempted to get a hold of what was happening.

She was acting like something crazy! The way that she was taking him apart with her eyes and licking her lips.
"I'm going to go get something to drink." He said she looked at him in confusion before gripping the strange ring between her breasts and played with it until her boobs were free. Dipper quickly ducked into the kitchen nervously.

His jaw dropped at the sight before him, his sister in a cow print sweater with the tits cut out. She had the exact same proportions and thong as Pacifica, except that she had a sweater instead of that weird cut off cloth. She was facing the window and fiddling with something.
"Mabel! What happened to you!" The bean pole shouted before growing silent.
"Mooooo Oh! Dipper!" She shouted excitedly upon hearing him enter Dipper gasped in shock as he saw that she had been milking herself into a small bottle, her breasts still damp with her lactating milk. She smiled and flipped a boob up into her mouth and sucked on it seductively before she stomped over to him, each stepped caused the house to shake and her body to jiggle invitingly. Dipper gulped as he backed up.

"Want some milk brother lover? It's freshly squeezed!" She said excitedly as she shook the bottle up and down towards him the milk seemed to be glowing. Dipper gulped and quickly ducked away, stumbling over a crawling Pacifica in the hallway who gripped at him needfully, her tits out and a few droplets of sweat and milk gripping to them. She mooed again and Dipper had to jump over her to avoid her grasping hands.

He ducked into the tourist trap portion of the shack and paused when he saw Wendy, she was taller then the other two and had on a hat instead of a headband, but still the same ridiculous slutty proportions and her tits were also out and she was playing with them seductively and amazed. Mooing softly and gently to herself.

"Dipper!" She shouted excitedly when she saw him.
"Not you too!" Dipper shouted as he ducked for the vending machine. The three women rapidly following after him, horny and filled with milk and desperate for even his mediocre sized dick. It was a good length but he would need monstrous stamina and size to please the cow themed succubus behind him.

Dipper slammed the door shut and sprinted down the basement steps. He heard the door crack open and more desperate mooing came from behind him. He could tell that the staircase was filled with needy horny boob and butt flesh. Dipper got to the next doorway slammed it open and locked it. He heard the three girls slam into it and begin their desperate pounding and hitting against the door. Then their kicking. They seemed stuck on him for some reason.

Dipper ran around the basement trying to find what it was that had affected them so badly. He paused when he saw a golden cowbell sitting on top of a cardboard box, he slid it off being careful not to touch the slightly glowing metal. He opened the box and saw a sheet of paper with a golden bull ring taped to it. He was careful not to touch it as he picked up the note. There were instructions and diagrams written on it.

Dipper began to speed read as he heard someone go upstairs. Probably Wendy for her axe. He recognized his crushes footsteps.

"In my studies I found a weird mystical cow bell which appears to affect females to take on qualities of a new type of succubus that is more focused on actual breeding and reproduction...gross gross gross...too much info...come on get to the point..."Dipper said as he heard something begin to splinter the door behind him. Definitely Wendy and that stupid axe.

"I have discovered a male response to it, a twin device that mimics the same results in men, this bull ring. Do not touch unless you want to cure the women who touched the cowbell, the bell which I stated earlier gives a body prime for breeding with large lactating breasts, wide child bearing hips, a larger rump and increased stamina, sex drive and number of orgasms/fertility rate. Seriously ew." Dipper said before yelping and looking behind himself, the door was almost broken through.

"If you want to cure the affected touch this bull ring-" Dipper grabbed the ring which began to glow a bright golden color. He smiled, all of his problems were solved. He felt funny, like his body was burning, he felt his clothes grow too restrictive and his mind began to grow hazy. He flipped the paper over and his eyes widened.

"Touch this bull ring with gloves or else you will be infected with the male version of the cowbell magic bimbo virus...Damn it." Dipper muttered out as the ring began to glow and he just had enough time to read the final sentence. "Wear neither. What?"

There was a flash of golden light and Dipper screeched. The door snapped from its hinges and the three sweaty horny cow women fell through the door. Mabel was licking her lips at the prospect of getting herself a cock, Pacifica was squeezing her breasts and moaning in pleasure, she was so sensitive! And Wendy was breathing heavily with a grin, she wanted some dick!

The three gasped at the figure standing before them in all its glory. The three shared a grin as similar as their tits and ass proportions. they knew things were about to get steamy.

Review next thing up soon. Next chapter is lemons. Kinky specific lemons.