As Kathy Swiftly flipped through the book's pages, she found how unbearable the pressure was in her breasts and udders. Finally she found a spell that was said to reverse the effects of the previous spell, as long as it was said correctly.
She then said the spell, causing her to gasps the effects were taking place. Suddenly, she felt her breasts slowly shrink down to the size they originally were. "Oh thank god!" She said, waiting for the rest of her body to revert back.
For some reason, The rest of her body didn't change a bit. Then, she was reminded of the constant pressure of her aching udder. She looked down to it, and saw that it was growing a bit. She groaned as it swelled up with even more pressure as milk continued to be produced.
Suddenly, her whole body started to swell up. Her torso bulked up and her hips adjusted, which made her fall down to all fours. Her forelimbs became extremely muscular, same with her legs a few minutes before. Her ribcage barrels out as she becomes more fat and meatier. Her udder continues growing, reaching the size that comparable to the cows she'd milked over the years.
She slowly waddled towards the backdoor, hoping to get some more room as her transformation continues. She opened the door, rushing out and stumbling on the soft grass as her transformation comes to an end.
As she got up, she realized that she could no longer stand, and that she was forced in a crawling position that would normally be uncomfortable for a human, but felt natural to her.
"Oh, no! no no no no no no! This can't be happening!!! This is all just a nightmare, and this will all be over soon, once I wake up that is."
Kathy was awkward in this new form. As her udder continued swelling up, the more she wanted it to be emptied. But how? The nearest milkers were in the barn, but it was usually her that milks the cows, so she had to think of another idea.
She started walking towards the barn, thinking of what she should do. She didn't like the feeling of how her udder bumped against her legs. It would always squirt a little bit of milk out of her teats, which made her moo in discomfort.
As she reached the middle of the field, she kind of just gave up, both because of her aching udders and the fact that she was just not used to walking on all fours with all that weight.
She laid down on the grass, trying her best not to squeeze her udder too much, but it didn't really work since some milk sprayed out and onto the grass. Kathy thought of ways to empty her udder, though that proved unhelpful since the only thing she could think of was the over-increasing load of white-stuff that she had to bear.
She tried squeezing it between the both of her legs, but she just yelped as her udder was just too tender and sensitive. Now she knew why the cows would get so rowdy if she ever pulled on a teat too hard. She was running out of ideas, until....