“Amber is disappointed with the size of her small udder.”
She felt something shifting above her crotch, and looked there. The sight to her penis was now blocked by an udder. It was a not a fun sight, small as a cantaloupe and a mockery of the real thing. “Wait, what? How could I think that! It’s incredible.” thought Amber, disappointed no more. She felt the sensitive organ rub her shirt and, when she got a hand on it, she squeezed. She needed to hold back a moan as the teat sent a twinge of arousal up her spine, but no milk flowed from it. “Of course, I was never pregnant!”
She dearly wanted more, but alas, that was when she was interrupted by a woman in her forties walking to her desk, prompting her to pull her pants up, which had an udder belt now. “Hello! I’m Ms. Harrington and here for my 8 o’clock appointment with Dr. Long.” she said, not paying attention to the udder. After looking it up, Amber said “He will be with you shortly. If you would wait a moment please.” she said, logging the woman in.
After that was done, Amber looked at her phone and looked up people with udders, interested in the reality change.
She was shocked to see that woman born with udders was semi-rare condition, with wiki-pages, porn sites and everything. Her new memories told her that she liked her udder, but that she wished that it was bigger since she was a teen, like those she saw in internet pictures. Her app could help with that! She held a hand to her udder, massaging it, savoring the feelings it gave her, opened up the app and generated a sentence.
“Amber aroused herself by rubbing her small udder.” Excellent!
The aforementioned woman changed ‘small’ to ‘immense’. Again she felt shifting above her groin and she could not believe what was in front of her. Her udder is the record size of a beach ball now, a part of her stomach now hidden behind it and forcing her to spread her leg to give it room. She remembered now that, when her puberty came in, her udder just grew and grew, making all kinds of modesty-keeping clothing useless for it. People were understanding, mostly not giving her shit about it. More memories flew to her how about she always thought that it rocked, using its sensitivity to enhance her masturbatory sessions. Not now though, that would be indecent. But still, something was missing, and she generated a new sentence.
“Amber is embarrassed with how close she was to masturbate at work.” No.
“Amber it frustrated at the reality writing app not giving her what she wants.” It mocked her!
“Amber is a young dickgirl, who sits at the desk of a gynecologist’s office.” Finally!
She changed young to lactating. Suddenly she felt her tits and teats both seeping out milk.“Dammit, not again!” she thought, but stopped for a second. Her mammary glands, she recalled with new memories, were known to suddenly leak without a warning, and she needed a lot of milking sessions for them.
She stood up and got to the toilet, having difficulties walking due the weight of her full udder, trying to not let more milk out and failing at it. A milking machine was conveniently already there, a law stating now that one must be in every commercial building.
It had six suction cups and a big tank. She undressed her self, undid her bikini and applied the cups. When she started the machine, she felt like she was in heaven and let out moans in bliss, her dick hard. She could not resist its allure and began moving her hand up and down on it. She felt amazing, her breath uneven, as she pleasured herself to her milking. Quickening her pace, she came closer and closer to cumming. It released and she cried out in pleasure as she came, semen shooting in front of her, most of it hitting her udder. Then her breasts stopped giving milk, but it was not over, and she felt amazing sensations sucking her teats. She was ready to accept it as her new life.
She opened up the app and wondered what she could change next.