The contact made Tom wince as every fiber of his being echoed inside of a large, bovine body. Lowering his head, feeling defeated but still fighting the growing urges that radiated into his mind. Chief among the new feelings washing over him was that of a balloon about to burst. His new appendage, the udder, the heavy hanging weight, was calling for attention.
"You still in there, Tommy?" Kate asked, noticing the somewhat human-like dejection in his face. "You sad because you haven't been milked like the proud producer you are?" Kate grinned and looked around, quickly spotting a garbage pail she could empty and chair to sit in. Pulling them up next to Tom, he was clearly already uncomfortable with her there. "Oh, get used to it," she said with a hard tug of one of his teats, released a near torrent of frothing milk.
Tom was pained to admit it but he could have thanked Kate for the release. She squeezed away, looking at wagging tail then noticing the bull starting to sniff and snort nearer to them.
"You know," she started coolly, "you just filled up your garbage can with your own milk. Bet you didn't think about that use when you bought it." Kate slid the brimmed pail away and took Matt's before giving Tom more relief. "The spell makes you two particular productive. You'll be hooked up to a milking machine most every day," she added. Tom did his best to not hear, flicking his ears and turning away. "Makes you very fertile too," Kate said in a softer voice.
When the second larger pail was also filled, Kate stood up and took out her phone, already tapping a message in.
"My uncle will be by in a bit to pick you two up for that trip to your new homes," she said as she headed to the door. Sliding her phone away and grabbing the knob, Kate imparted one last look at Tom in post-milking bliss, his teats still leaking. "You two enjoy yourselves until he arrives. Bye!" And just like that the door slammed, the full length mirror hanging on the back revealing to Tom the large bull just behind.