After her needs were not quite met, and a cool shower, she kept her routine and went about her daily farm chores. She went to the computer but kept on going to p*rn sites and didn't get anything done, so in order to clear her mind she went out into the cow field to give them their daily milking.
As she brought the heifers in, to milk she saw them differently. Perhaps it was the small dosage of Equus' DNA or the length of time between interacting with him, but his influence remained with her, the ability to partially change species through pleasure.
She started milking them by hand, she usually had an automatic milker but it was broken a couple off days ago so this would have to do, The thought of putting herself in the cow's shoes, hooves? never mind. To feel the experience of being full and depending on some one to release that pressure elated her to the point of not noticing where the milk fell on her legs spouted black and white fur. Eventually she became tired and wanted a sip of milk. It was Amazing, originally she considered her cow's milk to be mid to low B but now It was the sweetest, creamiest, and smoothest milk in the world. Tory went to town. "Why is it soooo goooood" her yell drawing out to a moo.
while she drank, in the same way Mark and Jules changed by Equus' seed. Tory was changed by his original DNA in the kiss but the cow DNA in the milk. The more she drank the more she changed, as she drank, the area below her navel was getting sore, and pinkish, her merged upper - lips became more bovine that equine, and pushed out into a small cow muzzle, her spine cracked like the first morning back stretch as her spine lengthened and her tail grew. Her feet formed into hooves by the time the 3rd bucket was almost done and by the time she finished her fourth, She was Cow from the waist down with fur, a tail , hooves, a small udder and utterly empty, She needed a cock NOW!.