Alice just couldn't resist, it was almost instinctual, she crawled toward the massive werecow, who had to crouch down so that Alice could reach one of the teats, and immediately started suckling. The creamy, sweet milk flowed in a constant stream, Alice, already a little aroused, fought to keep herself from falling on the ground. Her arms shook and her legs didn't quite work right anymore, a warm sensation flooded her body, and it all came from the milk that she just wanted more of.
The werecow was thorough enjoying watching Alice fight her arousal, but down here, it was practically a losing battle, you only left here with your sanity intact if you gave in, she'd have to learn the hard way or end up another lost soul, trapped for eternity.
Eventually Alice just couldn't drink anymore, her stomach slightly extended below her, looking up at the werecowm she smiled and said "Mooo! (thank you!)" Before panic showed on her face, "Mooo moo? (What did I just say?)" Her speech had been changed to be just like a cows mooing. So focused she was on her new speech that she didn't notice her behind swelling up to large, cushiony proportions, or her legs loosing the muscle to stand.
The werecow giggled, "You had your fill there hungry heifer." She turned Alice around and swatted her hard on her behind, startling Alice to crawl away as fast as she could with her huge breasts and heightened arousal.
Alice was sure why the werecow spanked her, but she didn't want to get too frisky, er....friendly, with the werecow and end up worse than she was, Howe was she supposed to find her brother I feel she couldn't talk? Alice eventually found what looked to be a secluded spot in the tunnels, sat down on her now much more plush behind, and tried to think out her next move. Though she did have to end up moving a bit since she was dripping milk even faster now, she didn't want to sit in her own milk.