But, the changes to Carrie had only just begun.
Lost in ecstasy over her lactating breasts, Carrie failed to notice the swelling on her abdomen at first. Soon, the growing mound of flesh below her breasts was impossible to ignore. She looked down past her breasts to see what she quickly recognized to be a cow’s udder growing on her. Four teats protruded from it as it swelled larger and larger, engorging with milk just as her breasts had done. And, just like her breasts, it too felt overfilled with milk and sore. It hung heavily from her as big as a basketball.
She took a dangling teat in each hand and tried milking her udder. After some experimentation and a little blushing (the feeling of the teat in her hand reminded her of giving a hand job), she was able to produce a pulsing stream of milk from her teats. Again, she felt relief from the pressure of the milk, but unlike with milking her breasts, there was slightly less of a sexual charge to it. Still, it was an pleasurable feeling for her. She smiled contentedly as she worked her teats, enjoying this new sensation.
But, as she continued milking her filled udder, soaking the library carpet in her warm liquid, she found that she was beginning to have trouble controlling her fingers. They seemed to be locking up together and didn’t want to move. After a few seconds, she couldn’t use them to milk herself anymore. She held her hands up in front of her to see them quickly changing before her eyes. Her fingers seemed to meld together, as her fingernails grew into two thick, curved points with flat bottoms. Then, white fur covered her hands. She quickly realized what had happened. Her hands had turned into cow hooves.
The same change occurred on her feet. Her toes melded together into hooves, and she had to readjust her posture lifting her heels into the air to balance on her two lower hooves. At first she felt like she would fall over, but soon balancing on her hooves began feel natural to her. (She figured that Todd probably wanted to keep her standing, and he must have improved her balance along with the other changes.) The fur spread up her arms and legs from the hooves, covering body her in the familiar Holstein cow black and white pattern. Only her chest, belly, face and hair were left uncovered by the fur.
Three changes began to happen at once as soon as the fur had covered her. A long cow tail sprouted from the base of her spine, as her ears moved to the top of her head and grew long, furry, and pointed. Under them, a pair small horns poked out of the top of her forehead just under her hairline.
The transformation ended. Todd and Carrie took a moment to examine the results of the changes to her body. She was now part animal, a cow girl. Her tail swayed back and forth as she craned her horned head around to look at the changes that had happened to her. She found that most of her body was still in her normal very sexy human shape, but now she had hooves for hands and feet, a pair of huge lactating tits and an swollen cow udder in need of milking.
“How do you like it?” asked Todd. He smiled, satisfied with his work. She had become one of his wildest sexual fantasies.
Carrie was overwhelmed by all of the changes and new sensations. It took her a moment to respond. “I feel…” she said. “different.”
“That’s an understatement,” said Todd.
Again, Carrie could feel the pressure of milk swelling in her breasts and in her udder. She didn’t have a chance before while she was changing to milk them completely, and now they felt as sore and full as before. She tried to milk her breasts again, but she couldn’t get a good hold on them with her hooves. Only a small trickle of milk leaked out of them. She tried to milk her udder too, but found that her hooves were useless there as well. The pressure of the swelling was becoming hard to bare. A slight panic set in as she realized that she was unable to relieve the pressure herself. She needed to be milked, and fast.
“Todd! Help me!” she whimpered.
“Help you? How?” he said, teasing her.
“Very funny,” she said. “Give me my hands back or get rid of all this milk in me! This is starting to hurt. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“Well,” said Todd, slowly. “I don’t want to overuse the remote. The battery is probably beginning to run low already after all of these changes.”
Carrie moaned in discomfort. She felt ready to burst. “Then milk me, damn it!” she shouted and then whimpered in desperation. “Please, milk me.”
He took one of her hand-hooves in his hand and began leading her across the library, leaving behind her clothes and shoes and also the remote.
“We better get to a bathroom if were going to empty you out,” he said. “We don’t want to make any more stains on the carpet.”
Her enormous, unsupported breasts bounced and swayed heavily as she swiftly walked with him. Droplets of milk fell out of her leaking breasts, leaving a spotted damp trail behind them on the carpet. He led her into the women’s bathroom and set to work on her.
What next?