"You know," Rob says, laying on his back on the floor. "I have no damn clue why I did that." He's now significantly smaller than he was before, not cat size fully, but not full man size either.
"Me neither," Mary answers, smiling at him. His cat form holds no sexual allure for her, as her cow form holds none for him. "But I ain't complainin'. But one thing I don't get is why the hell I'm lactating. I mean, I don't think the rules are different for cows, and I sure as hell did not have a baby any time recently."
"Got me beat, but it's not too bad for me. Sweet, warm milk... uhp, looks like you're bulging a bit again."
"You up for another go?" She asks, glancing down at herself.
"Sure, why the heck not?" He shrugs his way out of his way-too huge clothes and walks over to Mary's udder and begins suckling, purring as he does.
"Hey, Rob, you don't think your wife would mind getting in on this, do ya?"
He pulls himself off of her for a second, licking his lips as he does.
"I dunno. Want to ask her?"
"Hmmm..."