You stumble up a hill, the fresh air both good and a bit weakening too. You clear the ridge when a strong sensation churns in your stomach, causing you to grab it in pain. Your jeans are bulging out, the growth straining while you now notice your thighs and even ass have swollen as well, might your jeans look about to burst.
You unbutton your pants and after that the zipper shoot down, ripping into the denim. The growth sloshed out, erect teats showing on top of the bulging, vein pink sack. It lay between your legs, pulsing, an pushing an odd... need in your head.
You groan and look around, hoping for some sort of salvation. Instead you spy piles of shit and beyond them, large cows with swollen udders nibbling on grass. The look of the udder is where your eyes locked though as denial was washed away. You look back down at the growth you know how is an udder.
You roll over onto your hands, panting and desperate. The udder swings and flopped into the soil. One of the teats leaks milk which you can smell before you can see.
"I'm not a cow," you say out loud to yourself, "I'm not turning into a cooooOOOOOOOO!" you bellow uncontrollably again, your ears lengthening somewhat.