Now that your brother-turned-sister was done with her homework, you decide to head upstairs to check on Julia and put on a clean shirt.
Julia is in her room turning off a machine in the corner. Its tank is full to the brim with creamy milk. She pops the tank out and loads an empty one in the machine before noticing you. "Hey, what's up? I see Candy gave you a hug, she always forgets just how leaky she is." She chuckles, before quietly adding, "thank God my production isn't that high..."
So Caden is now named Candy, huh? It's... fitting, with her new airheadedness.
"Yeah I was going to put on a dry shirt. Are you doing anything tonight? Want to play some video games?" The two of you have a couple local multiplayer games from your childhood that you both still enjoy.
Half an hour later, the two of you were playing a puzzle game together on the TV when your father came home. "Hey dad! How was work?" Julia asks as she pauses the game.
You lean back on the couch, your hand coming in contact with the Moo'noculars. How did they keep ending up in arms reach? And why are you seriously thinking about using them on your dad?
"Not bad, my meetings went well." He works at an advertisement firm, helping small companies produce ads for TV and online. "Thanks for getting the groceries, by the way. Let's show mom that we're not totally helpless while she's traveling."
That's right! In the excitement of your new binoculars, you had forgotten that mom was on a trip for a teaching conference this week. She'll be back Sunday night, so that's three more days.
You barely notice that you're watching the corner into the kitchen with your Moo'noculars. Julia gives you a strange look, thinking that you're way too attached to those stupid plastic binoculars.
"Hey, did you guys get any ground-" your father walks into view, instantly transforming into an older version of Candy, continuing in a much higher voice, "Tofu? I'm like, really craving tacos today. We're having um... Taco Tuesday!" She giggles, milk spilling from her perky tits and udder. They're each larger than her head, and her udder was like a basketball strapped to her front.
"Mom, it's Thursday. But yeah, tacos sounds good." Julia says with a sigh.
"Like, that doesn't sound right. Pretty sure it's taco Tuesday." Julia rolls her eyes at you and unpauses the level. "And I told you my name's not Mom, that makes me sound, like, totally old."
"Okay, Mommy. Jesus that sounds so childish." Julia said that quiet enough that only you could hear.
Dinner was ready soon after, so Mommy sends you upstairs to bring Candy out of her room. Arriving at her door, you can faintly hear some sort of video playing, as well as a buzzing noise. Maybe she's milking herself watching television? "Ay, Candy! Dinner's ready!" You knock, and the barely closed door swings open.
The room is ~very~ pink. The floor seems to be some sort of soft rubber, gently sloped to a drain in the center of the room to clear up her leakage. A milking machine like the one Julia was using is in the corner. Rather than a dresser, she has a few shelves and boxes for her things. Despite Candy's soggy nature, she has a love of fluffy things, and as such those shelves are full of stuffed animals and fluffy blankets. Her bed has what looks like plastic covers, but an extra soft comforter.
An extra soft comforter that your sister is currently masturbating on. She is shoving a vibrator in and out of her pussy, watching porn on blast on her phone. As you stand in the door, shocked, she moans and orgasms. As her back arches, milk sprays in thin streams all over the room, striking the ceiling and walls. You narrowly miss taking a jet to the face, splashing into the hallway behind you.
The cow takes a deep breath, vibrator still inside of her. She pushes herself onto her arms, smiling at you. "Big Bro! Is it like, dinner already?" She walks past you and heads downstairs, not even bothering to turn off the sex toy buzzing in her pussy.