It was already bright outside when Brie literally crawled out of bed. Still being forced to walk on all fours, she slowly made her way over to her closet to get dressed. Every step caused her sore udder-breasts to jostle around, as they hung heavily below her. It was amazing that there was not even a hint of them ever sagging, or even starting to sag for that matter. However, they were definitely bigger and much heavier than they were when she fell asleep. She could even feel her milk sloshing around inside of them. She knew that being milked regularly was perfectly normal for a cowgirl to have to deal with. Luckily for her, her Father knew what he was doing, so she would not need to wait long to get her relief. When she went to open her closet door, she found that the handle had been replaced by a length of rope. Sighing, she grabbed it with her mouth and pulled the door open.
Now, had she not been still mentally drained, full and needing to be milked, and still tired from just getting up, seeing Clarice and the shack's interior inside her closet would have startled her. But instead, she just walked inside and over to the numerous clothing racks that had already been transfered over to the shack in order to hold all of her outfits.
"Good Moooooo-rning Mistress" Brie sleepily greeted. The fact that she just moo'd was currently being ignored and treated as if it didnt happen inside of her head. However her face still flushed a bit out of embarisment, even if she refused to acknowledge it.
"Hello Brie. You are up pretty early today. Usually it is past 10am when you wake. It has just turned 8 am. 6 hours of sleep isnt that good for you you know."
"Is it really only 8? Either way, my udders are sore from still needing to be milked. They woke me up this early, so I blame them for that. Either way, at least I know what woke me up, and that I need a milking session once every 6 hours or so. If its just that, can handle it, for now at least" Brie said, feeling surprisingly confident about her current situation. That is until she met her first real challenge. "Excuse me Mistress, could you.... uhh... perhapse help me get dressed, please. I can't reach my clothes anymore." Brie who no longer could stqnd on 2 legs was unable to unhook any of the outfits from their hangers, that is, unless she was pulling on them until something gave, which was definitely not happening.
Clarice grew a huge grin after hearing this. "Sure, but you must put on whatever I pick out, and without a single question. Deal?"
"Yes, I accept your deal, Mistress."
Clarice rummaged through the various outfits until she found it, an extremely slutty cow costume. The cow print bra was cut short, so that the majority of the voobs and their nipples were left completely exposed, essentially making it just a supportive strap with just a miniscule amount of what were 2 bra cups remaining. Closed toed, 5" high heels with a special split-toed gap seperating the big toe from the rest, and with no heel. Their platform was also designed to leave cow hoof shaped footprints too. A device that spread open the asshole, into a perfect circle, much like a ring gag, but again, it was for assholes. It had a cow tail fixed to it too. It was definitely something that would be easier to put on than to take off. A glove version of the high heels, which turned your hands into an identical set of hooves. And lastly a head band with cow ears and horns.
Having most of it already, Brie was spared from having to put on most of the costume. Just the bra, the anal ring (minus the tail), and hoof gloves, as her high heels from last night had turned into ones of the same design without her even realizing it. After being dressed by Clarice, Brie walked as best she could on her "hooves". She was pretty shakey though as now she had to balance on a much smaller base. But after a while, she got use to it enough to walk around normally.
A knock came from her bedroom door suddenly. "Brie. Your Mom's just finished her milking, come to our room when you are ready ok."
"You better get these taken care of sweetie" said Clarice as she playfully tugged on one of Brie's teats, causing the girl to moan out a moo involuntarily as a stream of her milk squirted out onto the floor. The moment Clarice let her go, Brie hurried back into her room as fast as her hooves allowed her to. She only could think of one, single thought.
I desperatly need to get milked!