As Jennifer wrestled with this foreign urge, she suddenly remembered what would happen if she wasn’t milked. Panicking, Jennifer reached out to one of the engorged teats and yanked on it hard. She immediately doubled over in pain, with only a small dribble of white milk oozing from the nipple.
“Okay, no yanking.” She thought as the pain began to subside. If only she had paid attention during the many field trips to the local farms. She had always been too busy flirting with the boys to pay any attention to the demonstrations.
Then, Jennifer felt something itchy on top of her head. Then, she felt something pushing up through her hair. She raised her hand to the top of her head to find two small horns budding from her skull.
“I’m turning into a freaking goat!” she screamed.
She jumped up off her bed and grabbed her goat teats with both hands. She quickly began squeezing the engorged teats. This action didn’t result in any pain, so Jen continued at a faster pace. Suddenly a thick jet of creamy milk blasted from one teat, splattering the wall. The other teat sent a jet of milk flying at the wall right after. Not caring much for the mess she was making, Jennifer continued the rapid squeezing, coating the wall and floor in the warm mess.
As Jennifer continued, she almost became lost in the milking. The act of milking goat teats normally would have disgusted her, but the sensation of squeezing and ejecting jet after jet of warm milk was indescribably pleasurable. The feeling of her hands rhythmically squeezing the milk out of her udders almost caused Jen to forget what was happening to her. She gently sat back on the bed, still shooting jets of milk from her udder with her eye’s closed. She them smiled, thinking of the boys in the locker rooms. “It’s like I’m jerking off.” She thought to herself.
After a few minutes, the large jets of milk slowed to just dribbles. She had emptied at least two gallons of the stuff all over her room. After squeezing her teats a few more times without any milk coming out, and also feeling none of the pressure she had felt before, Jen laid back on the bed again, lost in the pleasure of the milking. Maybe this wasn’t all that bad.
Then she remembered the horns. She sat straight up and her hand flew to the top of her head. To her surprise and relief, the horns had disappeared. Jen got up and walked over to her full length mirror on the wall. Her footsteps squished milk out from around her toes from the soggy carpet. Jen looked down and thought, “At least I didn’t ruin any socks.”
Once in front of the mirror, Jen carefully inspected her head. Nothing seemed to be different, and she couldn’t even tell that horns had been there. Suspicious, Jen began to look herself all over. She pulled off her top to check that nothing had happened to her normal breasts. Nothing had changed. They were still as firm and perfect as ever. She pulled down her pants and looked herself over in the mirror. No tails, and no fur. She then leaned over and pulled up her now empty udder. She took a good close look in the mirror. Her perfectly smooth vagina was still fully human.
Satisfied, Jennifer began to put her cloths back on. But, as she pulled up her pants, she realized that there was no way she could hide the udder in her pants. It was far too big, and all of her jeans were tight. Very tight. Jennifer looked at the clock. The bus would be there in 5 minutes. If she was tardy again, her first hour teacher had instructions to have the office call her mother. And how would she explain her new udder? She needed time to think of a plan, time to reverse this.