As Emily lay there, she felt a pang of shame. How could she let her transforming get this far? She wished she still had her phone so she could see if she was at 100%, or if she was at least the closest.
She absentmindedly rubbed her udder, feeling the milk sloshing around inside while she tried to figure out her situation. She had no bag, which meant no phone, no purse, no keys and no cigarettes. The only item of clothing she still had with her was the dress, which she was already struggling to fit in before she grew the udder, and was seriously doubting she could squeeze into it now.
So unless she walked home naked, then she was stuck at Eli's for now. As she thought about home, she tried to visualise the route, but she couldn't. The more she concentrated on it, the less familiar her surroundings became, and the urge to be milked overwhelmed her.
She clutched onto two of her teats with her hooves, and pulled at them as fast as she could, spraying milk into the air with each full stroke. Eli grabbed the other two, sensing her need and helping to drain her faster. Emily remained on her back, spraying milk over the pair of them, soaking the mattress underneath them.
Finally the spurts dried up, leaving Emily mooing quietly in bliss. She could feel her partner rolling her over onto her front. Emily tried to recall his name but failed, only knowing that he had something she needed. She rolled over with his force, and instinctly shifted her bottom half onto her knees so her arse was stuck up in the air. Within seconds she was being fucked again, taking the whole length of his cock with ease.
Emily didn't even have the energy to push herself into it anymore, just letting her bull fuck her as hard and as fast as he wanted. She'd already been orgasming anyway from the milking so this was just added bonus. The concept of time fell apart in her mind as she awaited his cum. When he finally did, Emily wasn't even sure anymore how long she'd been there. The pair separated and passed out, but this loop continued through the rest of the night. They'd wake up, fuck some more, occasionally milk herself, pass out again.
Eventually morning rolled around, and Emily woke up. Her stomach was growling something fierce. She naturally rolled off the soaked bed and onto all fours. She trotted through the house to the back door, nudging at the door handle with her head until she pushed it enough to pop it open, then bounced out into the garden, diving into a heap of grass for breakfast.