A pregnant-looking belly, big jiggling boobs and now an udder. You try to bend down and reach around the first two to reach the latter, but can only manage to lightly brush the udder as your breasts squeak in protest, squished between your belly and face. You blush as you remove your face from between the billowing latex; you might have been able to fully appreciate it any other way than having them on you.
You felt it, though. The light, tickling brush of your hand against the stretchy pink bag below you. But you could already feel the cool night air against the long nipples; you just didn't want it to be real.
Heaving another sigh, you look for a way to further inspect your new addition and spot a bench not too far away. You begin heading toward it, and first realize the slow waddle you're now forced to take. You first realize that this is because your pants, forced down first by the growth of your belly and now your udder, are around your ankles. You kick them off, judging them rather useless now, but your waddle doesn't improve much as your belly juts out in front of you and you feel your breasts and udder bounce with each step. Your udder gives a slight squeak each time it rubs against one of your legs, and a thought passes through your mind that you don't have the right sort of hips yet. You realize what you're thinking, though, and shake the thought out of your head.
Finally reaching the bench, you hold your belly and slowly ease yourself down onto the seat, settling in with a small "umf". Although your breasts have been pushed up a bit by your belly, you now have better access to your udder. It's not huge enough to prevent your movement much (your huge belly seemed to be more of the culprit), but it'll still be picked out quite easily in a crowd. You prod it experimentally with a finger and watch as it sloshes a little. You feel a similar tingle rise through you as you did when you first touched your breasts. Naturally, you think...
While you're focused on your udder, you suddenly feel another cool trickle running down your belly. You lean back and avert your attention to it, groaning as you spot the now-familiar shine of latex spreading across it again. It's coming from the bottom of your right breast this time, a swirl of white and black that almost reminds you of a twist ice cream cone.
You assume you can only watch to see where this new liquid goes, but it stays on your belly, spreading out laterally over your wide expanse, over the tiny hill of your navel. Quickly, your entire belly is coated in a shiny layer of white and black. You don't feel it, but you can see the black coloring swirl and gather into patches among the white before settling down.
You reach a finger out and drag it along the surface of your belly, almost hoping the latex will swirl and come off, but you only hear another small squeak. It's on there good: your belly is patterned just like a cow's!
You lean back in the bench, absently stroking your belly. Your black breasts now match with your belly, at least, but why would an elephant turn you into a cow? You think for a second and find only one connection: their babies are both called calves.
Almost on cue, you feel movement within and gasp as a kick pushes against your now-more-pliable latex belly, right beneath your hand! Has whatever in you become awakened by your latest change?