You immediately grab for your junk, and to your immense relief it's still there. That said, it looks out of place and -tiny- on your new frame. You also realize that, for what's clearly some sort of cow woman, your chest is entirely flat and you're lacking certain stereotypical things on your stomach.
As if in response, your stomach starts gurgling, and you climb to your feet as a strange rumbling slosh develops in the pit of your stomach. You stand up on your new hooves with far less effort than you'd like, the motion accentuating the curvature of your legs and sending a distrancting jiggle through your ass. Looking in the makeshift mirror of the fridge's front door, you watch your shock and confusion play across this unfamiliar but beautiful face, then glance down to see four small bumps emerge on a strangely light patch of skin above your belly button.
Oh.
Oh no.
The stomach sensation hits you full force, making you double over as the gurgling turns to a sloshing turns to a maddening fullness. You reach down with your dainty hand in morbid curiosity and stroke one of the bumps, which you instantly regret. This seems to speed up the changes, the bump growing between your fingers into a full-fledged teat, shooting out to four, five, six inches long almost instantly, thickening to the size of the fingers around it, only stopping when it's as thick as your thumb. The others follow suit, as this happens, and you accidentally pinch down on the teat between your fingers, filling your mind with pleasure and want and desire and a deep-down NEED to be milked. The four teats are now a vivid pink, and the area under them is swelling. Veins grow and spread as blood starts flowing into the area, giving an outlet for that maddening fullness as it all pours into your new udder, filling it until it's bulging out around your fingers, bigger than your head and so very heavy and full. You can't help but squeeze on the one between your fingers, milk squirting from it with a pleasure so deep down that it frightens you into letting go.
That's when the fullness suddenly surges upward, welling up behind your nipples, stretching the skin as breast tissue blooms into being behind them, soft full orbs growing and filling and hanging down against your chest with a weight and size that you would guess adds up to the weight of the udder below. At the same time your stomach and waist soften and curve and rearrange into the soft yielding form of a mother in her prime, substantial and soft but strong and durable. The fullness suddenly and unexpectedly drops back down, past your stomach, and with horror you realize it's headed -down there-.