As Dot came back out with a tray full of little cans, you found yourself licking your lips. Chicken of the Sea. Your favorite brand.
"Here ya go," she said, setting them down in front of you. Eagerly, you snag the closest can and using the key on the lid, shear it open and toss the lid away, licking the tuna meat out of the can with a feverish intensity. It tasted so good, so damn good.
It occurs to you that the longer you lick at the tuna meat, the easier it is to get the meat out. Your tongue isn't so big and thick and clumsy. Your face not so flat and wide.
Before too long, you're out of cans and quite full.
"That was impressive," Dot's voice booms above you, and you startle a bit, looking up to the massive cow woman.
"When did you get so big?" you ask, eyes wide.
"I didn't," she answers, and you look down at yourself. Your clothes hung about you loose and baggy, your fingers were short and stubby, your legs barely made it past the edge of the seat. She was right - she hadn't gotten any bigger - you shrank!
"Wow!" you should be freaking out, but honestly, it just felt... exciting. You really wanted to be a cat now.
You stand up quickly, on the seat itself. You're maybe the size of a young child now - but still you feel too big.
"Do you mind if I get rid of these?" you ask, gesturing to your clothes, which are practically falling off around you. You've already stepped out of your shoes.
"Might as well. Nobody wears clothes in this town," Dot said, and she certainly demonstrated that well enough. The apron was the only thing she wore, well, aside from the cowbell around her neck.
You eagerly shuffle out of your clothes, examining yourself more thoroughly. You were still so bald all over - no fur yet. But the beginnings of a tail emerged over your backside, and that thrilled you. A tail!
"This feels amazing," you gasp, enjoying the cool air on your naked body. It felt right.
"Glad you enjoy it," Dot smiles. You can't get over how much bigger than you she is. "Some people just don't like it at all, and just have this negative attitude all the time."
"Well, that won't be me," you smile, wishing your tail was longer so you could really test it out. "I've never felt so confident, so self-assured, so... mm, wait 'till the tomcats get a load of me."
"Ha! Love your attitude, girl," Dot laughed. Yeah, you had a good feeling about this cow.
"Will this attitude get me any fresh milk?" you ask, feeling bold. "Or are you keeping it all for the calf?"
"You can tell I have some, huh? Your senses are getting sharp already."
"Damn right," you say, licking your lips. "I promise not to bite."