As you walk back to work you realize you are disappointed by Ace and Kris’ reaction. While you enjoyed your new tauric form so far, a small part wishes you had someone else to relate to in body. Also, your milking being equated to a simple blowjob didn’t help your mood either. It made you think about your reasonings for becoming a cowtaur in the first place. Did you really change your whole body and give up a part of your humanity for two blowjobs a day?
A slap on your flank interrupts your thoughts and you turn around to see Ace smiling at you. “What are you staring off into space for bud? Don’t tell me they gave you a cow’s brain too!”
You blushed through your brown fur. Your wide nostrils flare before you scoff, “Hilarious Ace.” You casually throw your Holstein body to the side and bump into Ace, nearly knocking him over. “Only my body has been altered not my brain.”
Kris erupts with laughter as he watches Ace scramble to regain his balance. “You deserve that one, Ace! You should mind your manners when talking to a lady!”
You blushed again not quite used to being called a lady, you don’t even fully see yourself that way, but you don’t bother to correct him. He’s not exactly wrong on that front.
You make it back to the office with little incident. Ace is a little quieter than normal, probably deciding against his usual teasing after realizing how easy it is for you to knock him over. Once back in the building you say your goodbyes to Kris and Ace and make your way back to your cubicle. Being careful not to bump into anything or anyone on your way there. You feel eyes on you constantly as you work, but as the days go on you notice people gradually pay less attention to you. You weren’t the first fur your coworkers had seen, and you probably weren’t the most “extreme” either. Some people really like to go all out with gene mods, and while taurs weren’t exactly common it wasn’t like you were a chimera or anything.
Eventually, you finish your workday and say goodbye to your coworkers, some even manage to look you in the eyes as they do so, and you begin to head home. You get a text from Ace and Kris to hit up a bar to celebrate your new transformation, but the sloshing of your udder makes you think otherwise and you politely decline. Besides furs, while not banned from regular bars, certainly always weren’t welcome. Especially those that were as large as you. You make your way to the Future Farms milking facility instead, and milk yourself for the evening. The feeling is just as orgasmic as ever as your full udder is sensually emptied. You even let out a little moo at one point, having a bit of fun as you embrace your new biology some. After you finish you make your way home, your body feeling more relieved than it ever did as a plain human. However, your mind still lingered on your thoughts from lunch. Did you actually do all this for two blowjobs a day? Not even considering just waiting for the commercial vr release so you can experience this while keeping your human body. You sigh and speak aloud as you enter your home.
“At least this isn’t permanent. If I change my mind I can always turn back in 6 months.”
You prepare for bed by taking another industrial shower, relieving yourself (another feeling you’re not quite used to), and brushing your blocky teeth. Sleep comes easily as you lay on your bed when you’re all done. Your last thought in the waking world is that of doubt as your udder starts to fill with milk for the morning. . .
During the night you receive an automatic update from New You for all its users with an udder genemod. This is done via a small cluster of nanites that was implanted in your body during the initial operation. These nanites can’t do much, just small changes for small updates like the one you are receiving. It’s so users didn’t have to come to a parlor to increase the stability of milk production by .5%. Normally the automatic update would skip you, as you should be marked as unstable by New You’s systems, but for whatever reason it didn’t. And the small cluster of nanites got to work in altering your genome. A small udder alteration caused rippling changes through your body. Overnight, the milk ducts in your breasts open up and your breasts start to produce milk much like your udder. Growth hormones that were designed for your udder get confused and inject themselves in your breasts as well, unable to differentiate between the two. Your previously modest chest balloons in size as the night goes on. Your upper breasts turn into certified milkers as your nipples stiffen and engorge. Milk leaks onto your painfully stretched pajama shirt as it starts to look like you’ve smuggled watermelons where your chest should be. The changes don’t stop there either, and for whatever reason your fur shifts from a brown to a standard black and white holstein pattern. If you wanted to avoid attention that will certainly be a lot harder now. No other changes happen the rest of the night as you sleep blissfully unaware of your transformation.
All that’s left to do now is wake up.