Your own milkers

"Milkers. You like my 'mommy milkers?'" the busty dark-haired girl said. Well, in a word, yeah. You weren't that good with women, but you knew what you liked when you saw it, and weren't afraid to say so. She leaned closer and purred. "Mmm, I bet you'd love some nice milkers all to yourself, wouldn't you?" Oh yeah, absolutely...you couldn't believe how lucky you were to meet an easy chick like this. "Go ahead, see how you like 'em," she said with a smirk, gesturing down at herself. This was like a dream...you reached forward to fondle her chest...and the moment your hands met her flesh, a surge of energy shot through your body, frying every nerve ending painfully like a jolt of electricity. The room spun, and the last thing you heard was her laugh echoing down at you before you blacked out.

You woke up to the sounds of a rooster crowing. The room was slightly chilly and smelled of hay and manure...you felt straw beneath you. A barn, who knows where...did that girl drug you and drag you here? What happened?

As your vision cleared, you realized something was very wrong...the body you were looking down at was not your own. Two enormous tits filled your field of view, and you gasped sharply at the sight...the voice wasn't your own either, it was feminine, with deeper undertones. You were covered with fur in a familiar pattern...you raised your fat thighs to see your legs ending in hooves instead of toes, but most importantly, a huge, bloated udder rested between your legs.

A cow...somehow, that girl turned you into a cow...a frightened moo escaped your mouth, and you clapped your hands over your thick lips, only to feel hooved fingers...

"H-help!" you croaked, still not used to your new voice. "If you want an apology, it's yours, I...I shouldn't have treated you like that! I didn't mean it! Change mooOOOOoo back, please!"

The girl wasn't there. It didn't seem like anyone was there...how could you find your way back to her, or back home? How could you get back to normal...and how could you relieve this pressure, this painful bloated sensation dominating your breasts and udder? You reached down with a trembling hand to heft one...you gasped when the slightest touch elicited a squirt that arced through the air onto your face.

Milkers...massive, engorged milkers....all to yourself.