Missy snoozed pleasantly, her soft, drawn-out snores not unlike those of the occasional bovine 'moo' she couldn't help but let loose every once in a while when awake. However, she was roused from her slumber by a particularly strained sloshing in her new breasts. Blearily popping open her large, expressive eyes, she murmured to herself, "Goood mooorning, Missy, time for mooore milking."
Reluctantly escaping her cocoon of pillows and comforters, Missy crawled down from her bed, careful not to trod on a nipple with her hoof-like hands and feet. So many hours without milking had left them elongated and dripping, leaving a faint stain on her pillows and an ache in the swollen breasts themselves. They pressed, bounced, and reformed constantly against Missy's arms and legs as she made her four-legged way towards her roommate's room to request another milking. Though the need for frequent milking itself had become something of an inconvenience, Missy couldn't deny the nice extra income they'd received from selling the fresh supply, or the bizarrely arousing process of being milked. Her swollen nipples tingled at the anticipation of being teased once more, her breasts warm at the expectation of being pressed and massaged. Missy squeezed her thick thighs together, trying to resist the urge to elicit another sort of release, at least until after draining the aching swell of her bosoms.
Nevertheless, as Missy trotted past her computer, the screen flickered to life, drawing up CYOC of its own accord. Missy winced as her speakers briefly blared static before resolving into a crisp British accent, announcing, "Good morning, Missy! I hope you don't mind the unexpected visit, but I've already popped over to Frey@, and I thought I'd email myself to see you as well!"
Missy's webcam burst with a flash of light, projecting a nude pink woman into Missy's bedroom. Shimmers of light pulsed from a circle on her chest, tracing her shoulders and rear, high heels digging out from their built-in configuration upon her feet. However, Missy could see right through her, like a ghost. This could only be the holo-girl Wert had made of Mono.
"I must apologize for not giving you your due turn after you posted last," Mono said. "I'd already formulated Wert's next turn and didn't want to double-back on your most recent chapter, but it's high time I rectify that."
Mono snapped her fingers, sending out a pulse of electricity that zeroed in on any miscellaneous electronics in Missy's room. Any machine the sparks touched burst apart before flying towards Missy, reassembling themselves around her head as an odd sort of helmet. A visor slid down across Missy's vision as the gentle crackle of low-level electricity massaged her scalp.
'WATCH THiS DOT,' Missy read the words appearing on her visor, the tittle hovering above the vertical line of the 'i' growing larger and brighter, absorbing Missy's attention in a hypnotic pull. Before she knew it, Missy was entranced, the electrical discharge of her high-tech helmet sending surges of harmless yet transformative energy pulsing through her neurons and dancing along the rest of her body as well. While the electricity made the slight physical alteration of expanding Missy's second set of breasts to be as large as the first and sprouting a full udder as well, the helmet went to work reworking her mind.
>BEGIN PERSONALITY REPROGRAMMING flashed across Missy's visor, although she couldn't take notice of it in her daze.
>BODY LANGUAGE PATCH 3.0: HeavyHipLeans.exe, AlluringEyelashFlutter.exe, SexyWink.exe, AirKiss.exe, ExtraHipSway.exe, ComeHitherBedroomEyes.exe, ShakeDatAss.exe + Flirty Country Girl Expansion Pack
>RESTRUCTURING LINGUISTICS PROGRAM: COUNTRY COLLOQUIALISMS + RURAL DRAWL + Double Entendre DLC
>UPGRADING SEX DRIVE: 100% + OppositesAttract.Exe = SUBJECT SEEKS REGULAR SEX w/ BIG CITY METROSEXUAL MAN
>OVERWRITING PREVIOUS CORE INTERESTS: +1 Agriculture, +1 Animal Rights, +1 Nature, +1 Woodworking Arts, +1 ROMANCE
>SUBJECT AWARE OF ALL CHANGES: YES
>MEMORY WIPE: NO
With another flash, the reprogramming finished, the new settings clicked into place as the primary defaults. Missy blinked and shook her head, knocking the helmet free, her mind racing with new thoughts, desires, sensations, and mannerisms. Though she remembered everything of who she used to be, Moss the man and Missy the cow-woman, her personality felt so incredibly different. So many old interests now seemed incredibly dull, though she was craving a tall, cool milkshake something fierce, and a big city stud to hold her warm and safe in his arms... Her nethers were a-tingle just thinkin' about some hung darlin'!
"Land sakes!" Missy exclaimed, blushing fiercely. "What in tarnation you done to me?!"