All the sudden there was the sound of snapping metal. Bessie's eyes rolled upwards and she fell on the ground, Aster standing behind her with his chains broken. "My dad tried to chain me up, too. Didn't work." You suddenly feel a flash of hope, which quickly fades. Even if you could escape, without constant milking life would be impossible.
Aster was fumbling through the pouches on Bessie's belt, her only piece of clothing, looking for something. He finally pulled out a set of keys with a nod and tossed them over to you. You snatched them out of the air, and with a little experimenting found the key that opened your own chains, even as Aster was locking Bessie up in another set.
"I bet the key to her lab is on there two, go, see if you can find an antidote a bring it back. She must keep one on hand just in case she accidentally does something to herself." Aster's muscles bulged as he yanked off the last of his bindings, but left the milker on his cock.
"Why me? If I'm off the milker..."
But Aster cut yous off. "It won't be for long and someone has to watch the prisoner. Besides you heard her, my muscles will start to go, we'll need those." He flexed a bit as if to prove the point.
"Fine!" With a bit of worry, you pulled the milker of your cock and four udder teats, wincing a little as the suction seal breaks. You walked out into the hall, well, really its more of a waddle. You udder-scrotum hung down to your knees, and it hurt if you walked to fast, not to mention moving it seemed to make it dribble. And your chest was slowly leaking milk, too. This sucked.
"Lab.. lab.." You started checking behind doors, afraid of what other experiments you might find, but it was all pretty mundane. A kitchen, a bedroom, and then you came to a locked door. You could feel a twisting in your body from being unmilked, hopefully you had a while before any changes start. Testing the keys you finally found one that worked and bingo! It was a lab.
Only, you couldn't make any sense of anything. You just ignored the tools and raw ingredients, finding a shelf full of bottled of all different sizes, shapes, and colors. All of them were conveniently labelled, inconveniently in what looked like Greek. "I hope Aster can read." You looked around and find a bag, gently loaded it up with the vials and concoctions, before starting the waddling stride back to the milking room, only to be greeted with, "What took you so long?!"
"It's hard to walk with this thing.. it's bigger than hers." You said, motioning to the prone Bessie. It was true, it was bigger and you were smaller than her, it made for an awkward situation. "Can you make sense of these."
Handing Aster the sack you then hooked yourself back up to the milker, then checked if any of the changes got worse. Were those horns on your head bigger? They felt bigger, and your nose felt oddly wide.
Aster busied himself setting out the potions, checking each label and putting them into groups. "Some of these might be useful later. She must have had centuries to build up a collection like this, I've never seen so many magic potions. A ha!" He held up a small vial, glittering and blue. It was barely a sip but he popped the cork and downed it. Cum stopped flowing from his cock into the milker, and as he pulled it off his cock actually went soft, something neither of yours nor his had done since drinking that first concoction. After a few moments he nodded. "I think it worked."
"Well?! Is there another?!" You were going to kill that bull if he took the only antidote. He started rummaging through the sack again, pulling out more potions until it was empty.
"Uh.. no. But we got the maker right here, so we'll just get her to whip up another one." Aster went over to Bessie and patted her cheek until she woke back up. She immediately jerked and the chain yanked her back.
"What did you do?!" She screamed, tugging on her chains. "This isn't going to stand, Hera will.."
"Hera will do squat. No one has heard from any of the gods in centuries. Stop your wailing and tell us how to make more antidote for my friend." Aster was crouched in front of Bessie, grinning menacingly.
"You.. drank the neutralizing potion? There is no more making any more." Bessie shook her head.
"You mean the antidote?" You say with a shaky voice. "No more?"
"It wasn't an antidote, it was a neutralizing potion, cancels out the affects of all other potions you've taken. And it was the last one. It needs an apple blossom from the golden apple tree to make. And that disappeared with the gods." She said, sneering at Aster.
"How do we fix my friend here then?" Aster was still string right at Bessie as she spit in his face. "Fine, I'll just start feeding you potions randomly until you tell me." He picked up one of the flasks without even looking and popped the top. As he grabbed her to force it down her throat she started shaking her head.
"Fine! Fine! You need to give him an incompatible potion. Some work together like the two I gave him, others don't get along and fight each other. Some of those.. they may not fully reverse it, but they can stop it. Though then you have to deal with the changes from that potion and whatever the old ones left behind." Bessie was looking at that bottle with horror, you didn't want to know what that particular potion did.
"Okay, so side effects are better than being stuck to a milking machine all day.." You say, stepping towards the bottles, "Which ones will work."
Aster was still squatting there with that bottle ready to go. "A few of them." Bessie said. "A masculinizing potion will reinforce your male characteristics, halting the.. partial feminization from the milking potion. The feminization potion will make you completely female and stop the production of the.. man milk that way. The bullifying potion will make you more like Aster here, the other two might leave cow traits behind, that one will finish the bovine traits so at least your a single species instead of caught between two.."
"What about a humanizing potion?"
"Well, that's boring, who would want that? I don't even know how to make one. There's other potions that will work, too. All of them will stop the need for constant milking and stop the milking potion from changing you further. But.."
"But I have to let that potion do it's thing." You said as you looked over the options.
"You know.. being a bull ain't all bad." Aster said with a grin, pointing at one of the potions.