As she sat there trying to pay attention to Mr. Henderson drone on about Napoleon Bonaparte and the French government she found she just couldn't get comfortable. She felt hot and constricted by her top and the fur on her arms and hands wasn't helping the situation. Every time she adjusted her position she became to hot again in a matter of seconds. Her top was feeling tighter and tighter and the skin beneath it began to itch. She tried to avoid fidgeting, she was in enough trouble already! She began to seat bullets as her breathing began to feel constricted and her top continued to tighten around her chest!
Unable to bear it any longer, she quickly excused herself and made a dash for the bathroom. She only got halfway there before she fell to her knees from the lack of oxygen. She grabbed at her top with her paw-hands but it was no use. The fabric was much to tight to fit her thick clumsy paws underneath. Desperate and ready to pass out she reacted naturally and unsheathed her claws. The sharp claws made quick work of the top leaving it in tatters about her shoulders as she knelt there on her paws and knees gasping for air.
She could feel the awkward weight of her swelling breasts as her chest heaved up and down. But upon closer inspection she realized that her breasts were no longer breasts at all. They had become slightly wrinkled and veiny, and were now a shade of lighter pink. But the greatest shock was when she saw that the top of each were four 3-inch long teats! In place of her once envious breasts there were now a pair small cow udders!
She soon became conscious of something else odd about her chest. She ran a paw down her side feeling the girth of her new udders but was stunned when she felt something beneath them. Beneath her volleyball sized udders another pair had grown in! Another pair of udders about half the size of the pair above them. She now had four udders sticking out of her chest! On top of that a light coat of white fur had grown in on her torso from her elbows, where it met with the brown fur, down to just below her second pair of udders. A light fuzz also covered both pairs of udders. A few black splotches also formed including a small one on her top left udder.
Jennifer took a few moments to explore her new mammeries with her paws, disregarding the fact that she was still on the hallway floor. The udders were much more sensitive than her breasts had been, and the soft fur of her paws caressing her udders boarded on pleasurable. She made her way into the bathroom and went into the handicapped stall and locked the door to get a better view of herself. As she continued to massage her udders with her paws she could feel milk swelling inside them making them taut and awkwardly heavy. Soon she got up the courage to wrap her paws around a teat and tried an experimental pull. She was rewarded with a wave of pleasure!
She quickly banished all fears and began pulling at her teats with her paws as fast as she could. Milk began to cover the mirror and slashed everywhere. The experience of milking was like nothing she had ever felt before. As pools of milk formed around her feet and her udders began to run dry, Jennifer managed to get ahold of herself.
She was just milking herself! And she enjoyed it! Maybe whatever Kyle had though up for her wasn't going to be so bad?
No!
She had to fight it! He was turning her into a freak! Paws... a tail... Udders! This was starting to get freaky! She had to do something before it got too crazy! She had to get back at that messed-up jerk pervert Kyle before anything else happened!
But with all the name calling, she wasn't helping her case much.