"Sold to the bull in the back!"
Caroline struggled as she was lead to her bidder; he was a large brown bull dressed in eccentric, fancy, somewhat royalty clothing. Without hesitation, he took her out back and shoved a serum down her throat. Instinctively, she swallowed, gasping after she realized what she had done.
"Yes," the bull purred lustfully in a Russian accent.
"You shall be fine wife for me. You make delicious milk for family and profit. We make fine, strong children together, da? You love me with all heart as I love you, da?"
"Never!" she spat.
"I will never love you!"
"Ho ho ho!" he laughed.
"You shall be changing of mind soon enough, darling!"
All of a sudden, Caroline felt a tingling in her crotch. Looking down, she gasped as her stomach began to inflate. Along with it, a giant pink blob with four teats began to bulge out and fill up inside. She clenched her teeth together as the udder began to fill past maximum capacity.
"Ah, you need milking, wife. I take care for you. Is tradition for husband to milk wife before wedding."