As you wallow in shock and disbelief, Cody finally speaks. “Ok I’m off to get harvesting. But I want a goodbye kiss first…”
Before you can stop him, he climbs on top of you once more, straddles you, grabs your skull, and puckers his slobbery bull mouth as he leans in for a kiss. You try to pull away but it happens anyways.
His thick, wet cow lips press against yours, slick with saliva. His tongue is insistent, thrusting itself into your mouth, demanding entry. You can taste the sweet, earthy flavor of his saliva as he explores your mouth, his rough, wet tongue tangling with yours. You try and push him off desperately, but his body weight is too much. He's strong, relentless, and you can feel his sharp teeth scraping against your lips and gums. You try again to push him away, to break free from his grasp, but he's too heavy, too powerful. His hot breath fills your lungs, and the smell of him - grass and earth and the sweetness of milk - is all-consuming.
Your husband's tongue dances around yours, tangling and twisting in a sensual, almost violent way. He moans into your mouth, and you can feel the vibrations of his masculine voice deep in your chest. His hands then roam over your body, cupping your teats, squeezing your hips, kneading the soft flesh of your sides, making you moan into his mouth from the pleasure, before he finally pulls away and you look in fear and disgust as he gets up and goes to get dressed, finally satisfied.
You sit there too depressed to move, and your “husband” finally leaves the house for the day. You just lost your virginity to a male bull, who was once your lifetime best friend, and you are aching and leaking fluids everywhere. Your new bovine vagina is “satisfied”, but is still leaking female (and male) juices, you haven’t been fully milked yet, so any one of your udder teats can and will leak if bumped, and you’re still panting and sweating, so drool and sweat are also coming off of you. You need to clean yourself.
You move slowly because of your udder, but you finally lift and swing your legs over to the side of the bed, and sit up. One step at a time.
Then you plant your new hooves onto the hay on your hardwood floor, and stand up. You stumble a little bit, and your knees almost buckle with the large twinge of pleasure you get.
“MOOoOoOoOOOO!”.
Your udder now fully hanging from your body sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, and sends tears to your eyes. This is going to suck. You wince through it, and slowly walk (almost waddle) to the door you think is a bathroom, whilst your body and udder sway and jiggle every step you take. You enter, and the smells are just as strong in here. To your shock, there isn’t a toilet, but in place of it is a strange machine with four hoses connected, and some sort of glass tank. So you use the bathroom on the ground now? That’s why your house stinks so bad.
You curiously waddle over to the strange machine, letting out another moan as your full udder bumps the wall,
and you stand in front of the strange contraption. There isn’t anything out of the ordinary about it, so you lean in to take a closer look, but then the vacuums in the hoses suddenly turn on and clamp onto your udder. You can’t reach the hoses to turn them off because your stomach is too large, and you finally realize it’s a milking machine too late. The machine turns on, and your eyes roll back and your tongue flops out of your mouth. You are brought to your knees in pleasure while the vacuums are violently sucking the milk from your teats. You moan and moo, with your mouth drooling cow saliva all over yourself, and you can’t stop it no matter how hard you try. You feel as if your head was in the clouds, and the vacuum is constant, so you never come down. This continues for 20 minutes, until the machine finally senses you are empty, and it releases your sore teats. You finally faint onto the ground, overwhelmed with pleasure.