A tangle of auburn hair rose from her pillow as Jess awoke. Up every morning with the sun, she made sure to get her morning milking in before anyone else, Henry included, awoke.
Lightly she kissed his head, before hoisting herself from the bed with a groan. Henry, used to her early rises mumbled a “good morning” before turning to slowly rise too.
In bare feet Jess waddled out to the yard, nipples and teats taut against her nightie, leaking dark patches against the light fabric. The cabins changes were completely perverse in the amount of milk she produced. She wasn’t weaning, nor had been pregnant, yet her output was more than that of any milk cow. It also created an obscene amount of swelling. Both her breasts and udders would swell up during the night, pulling skin taut and making everything droop and hang heavily under it’s weight.
By the time morning came it would take all of Jess’s strength to hoist herself over to the milking machine.
A quick head-dunk in the ice cold water trough out the back off the yard dispelled all lingering thoughts of nightime sexy dreams and left Jess suitably cold and miserable enough to withstand a milking without becoming a sex addled mess. Or at least, it used to until she grew a little fat cock. Underneath her udder, squashed between it’s soft warmth, and the pillowiness of her thighs was her newly grown cock and balls. Constant nighttime leakage of precum turned the valley between her thighs and the underside of her udder into a warm, slimy, slippery mess. Movement made her cock roll around in this warm silky cave, making her groan with every step. Even cold and miserable, the movement was enough to be pleasurable. Pleasurable enough that she could feel the tingling of her next change beginning already. With a grunt of panic she hurried along.
Thoroughly soaked she waddled past her cabin bedroom window. Inside, Henry, up and making the bed caught a glimpse of his cow-girl mate striding past, and saw the look of intense concentration on her face. The sight of the curvy, leaky, cowgirl with a wet nighty clung tightly to her made his heart and cock jump. Nature called for him to go mount his beautiful beast; he loved just watching her. The sway of her hips, the jiggle of her udder, the idle swinging of her tail and the flicking of her ears; all music to the senses.
With a start he realized that he was honing in again on her cow traits as he oogled her, and shook his head. He should be admiring her pale skin, shapely breasts, high cheekbones, full lips and button nose; more and more recently he was becoming aware of how much more his body reacted to her cow parts though.
Even now, Henry’s mind drifted again, how sexy would she be if she was bigger, curvier, furrier… cute hooves… a nice juicy fat cow pussy… a face with a heavy cow muzzle… wow, she’d be sooo much prettier then.
“Hhhhnnggh” Henry groaned, bull’s penis straining against his pants. Leaning forward, breasts hanging, he could smell her scent from the bed. As he leaned forward, eager to get a scent of her off the sheets he banged his head off the headboard, hard.
“Hhhnnnff”, Henry grunted, pain overwhelming his lust, slit closing again leaving a wet line on his underpants.
“ Oh Jesus, Jessie-babe…” his hand flew to his mouth in fear. Why couldn’t he stop thinking of her that way.
Within the barn Jess was barely holding it together. Leaning over the milking frame, everything attached, the machine whirred away emptying her of fluids. Just not of all fluids.
Now free of it’s warm wet cave, her short cock dangled free, swollen testicles swinging, bobbing, and slapping against the underside of her udder. More than anything she wanted to just attach a suction cup to her cock and drain the stupid organ of cum, anything for some blessed respite. What held her back, helped her mind hold on day after day, was fear of the next change and locking it in.
“Nnmmmooo… nooo. Must. Hold. On. For. Daadddeee…” she grunted and moaned through her new muzzle. Her newest change was the re-arrangement of her human mouth and nose. Both widening, flattening and protruding from her head. Right now her changed face dominated her field of view, so unused she was to it.
For days now she’d been battling it at every milking session, muzzle extending from her lust as she milked; her fear of driving away her lover and the thought of giving up her face keeping her from jumping. Only receding and changing back to her girly self when she finally doused herself post milking.
She could hear now the empty puffs of the milking machine. Her session over. With a pained grunt, laced with immense satisfaction she began wetly pulling off the suction cups. Discarded she didn’t even bother putting them away or cleaning them. She had a more important mission right now.
With immense effort, and teeth grinding in her new muzzle she waddled back outside to the back garden, holding the wall for support at the swinging of her now emptied breasts and udder. As soon as she was in range of the ice cold trough, she threw her face into it. The cold water was like needles to the brain. Lancing shots of pain bypassed all the horniness in her body, resetting everything again. Her cock finally went limp, leaving out a final little squirt of precum. More importantly though, she could feel her bones grinding and muzzle retreating.
She held her face under long enough that her temples and eyes screamed in pain, so adamant was she to banish all lusty thoughts. Finally, after what seemed like and eternity she resurfaced, gasping, spluttering and coughing, but with a whole human face again.
What she didn’t notice was an aghast Henry in their little cabin, having witnessed his daughters entire flight from the barn.