Drew scratched his head unsure what to do.
His cowgirl was self conscious and stubborn as a bull. He rolled his eyes.
"I was just trying to help. Sometimes I feel like you don't listen to me. You're just being stubborn."
Pam huffed trying to get ahold of this situation "I'm just kind of going through something right now. I listen to you."
"No you don't. You almost never do what I ask."
"I always do what you ask!" Pam rolled her eyes, not realizing she had just doomed herself to servitude. But as she had said before, this whole thing was confusing her.
"Just lay down and let me milk you." Drew suggested.
Well.
Commanded actually.
Pam didn't realize until she laid down and opened her arms, unprotecting her hot heavy breasts.
She tried to sit up. But couldn't?
"Nng" she tried to do a sit up, not only was it difficult in this form but it was like something was pinning her down. She tried to cover her breasts but it was like her arms wouldn't move.
"D-drew. Wait! I'm not so sure about this." She could only stare at the ceiling, but it sounded like he was dragging something heavy over. "What are you doing?"
"Milking you. It's making you cranky. And I assume by how you're laying down you want it."
"Wait we own a milker?" And if the reality hadn't already altered, that question would have done it.
She felt something slip onto her lower nipples. They felt almost as sensitive as her top breasts. Then he turned on the machine.
Apparently they did own a milking machine, because she felt suction right away.
And it felt gooood.
She suppressed a moan. Biting her hardened hoof hand.
It felt like a foot massage, or someone caressing her breasts, or gently rubbing her nether regions.
Relief!
She squeaked as Drew threw himself on her and went at her human breasts, suckling and squeezing, trying to get her dry on top too.
She couldn't help but moan now. Grabbing hold of him as she submitted to the full body pleasure.
He was definitely doing at least some of it erotically. Rubbing her gravid belly, switching sides, occasionally kissing her.
Pam tried her best to make human sounds but it was possible some cow-ish ones slipped out.
She kicked and squirmed, the loud whirring of the machine sucking her udder dry. She didn't realize she even had so much in there, but only when Drew had to come up for air did she realize a significant portion of time was passing.
It was hard to think, but it was possible she was getting her most creative in the throes of passion.
"You're--ughn..." she tried to think "You're really good at this." she stated like a compliment.
"Mmhmm." Drew agreed, and seemed to suck and rub with more skill.
Pam licked her lips.
"You're uh... faster than this?" she squeaked hopefully. And he threw himself at her.
"Ohhh" she moaned as he went to town on her chest, she was mostly trying to get out of this position faster but it was working in the best ways.
It was almost as good as sex until she felt a pinching in her udder.
Apparently he was taking a lot longer to get the milk out up top, than the efficiency of the machine.
"Drew!" she tapped him.
"That's right moo for me, baby..." he misheard her.
Moo for him? How udderly ridiculous no way was she going to-
"Moo!" she squeaked. And blushed with a hot face. She tried to shake it off
"No I mean! Drew! Get the machine off of me. It's done I'm dry!"
"No you aren't baby." Drew was apparently really into it, as he squeezed her breasts together "Come on, make more milk for me."
He was treating it like a sexual roleplay but didn't realize what he had caused.
"Oh!" she squeaked, and Drew actually had to sit up as she squirmed.
The!
Filling!
She kicked her legs as her body did as he commanded:
Making more milk for him.
Pam huffed holding her breasts, they had once been half emptied and back to normal, but now they were ... literally filling!
"My breasts are getting bigger!" she exclaimed. And while they had been subtly from the milk refilling them, now they were magically as she spoke them into truth. Her small milk melons began to expand, growing to basketball sizes. She sat up holding her udder as it swelled to the size of a watermelon.
Drew was gagged.
"D-did I make that happen?"
"Yes! You're ugh! Controlling me!" she kicked.
Despite the confusion of reality alteration, suddenly it was like Drew could see through a fog.
The newscaster... the couch!
"I-I'm not though. Remember! You've gotten some sort of um... thing! Power! Ugh it's like when you said things were normal I started to forget."
"I only said that because I didn't want to be a cowgirl!" Pam shouted back, but it sounded more like a moan.
She held her chest as more flesh oozed out.
"You've always been a cowgirl! But today you turned the couch red." His mind was racing, his girlfriend had reality alteration but was too confused or something to use it. That cowish brain of hers would be her downfall, he always knew it.
"Fix it!" she huffed, holding her swelling body as it filled up with milk.
"I-I can't!" Drew stuttered "Only you can!"
"I said something stupid!" Pam admitted drawing attention to it. "It's like whatever I say as the truth becomes real, but then I said."
"Oh you said you always listen to me!" Drew realized "But I didn't tell your boobs to grow. I don't think I can do that to you."
"You said" she moaned "Ooohnn to -huff- make.. ugnn more milk!" She sat up sagging forward, her breasts each about the size of a ripe watermelon at this point.
"You still have to say something about your own body Pam!" Drew said.
"F-fine. My body fgnngn" she wasn't sure how to deal with this, her breasts, they were so hot and full! Her udder, it was pushing her legs apart. So... full.... of ... milk. "My body will stop right now!"
Without realizing how she phrased it, she froze in place.
Drew stared at her alarmed, her eyes darted around immobile.
"Babe?" he asked. At first he thought she had just paused herself, but then realized she was still breathing, but she wasn't growing. The milk machine was still sucking all the new milk into it.
Her udder hung over the side of the bed like a beanbag, her hormonal pregnant belly swollen across her lap next, then in the middle of her trying to fix things she had two watermelon sized breasts balanced in her arms, hooved hands trying to hold them in place.
She was still aware in there apparently, but paralyzed every other part of her.
"Babe?" he asked one more time.
"Nnnng!" she squeaked, not able to move an inch.
Milk oozed out of her breasts. Despite all his sucking she had been overfilled.