Trish waited impatiently as Sam made her purchase. She stood near the cash register with crossed arms. The pose felt stranger than usual not just because of the fur on her arms rubbing against the fur on her chest, but because her arms were pushing up her new pair of breasts, which were in turn pushing up her original breasts.
A few minutes later, they were back on the street. "I think we'd better call it a day," Sam said. "I don't want to risk getting stuck downtown at milking time."
Trish rolled her eyes. Once again, Sam was making her aware of changes to reality. Instead of pressing the issue with another question Sam would think was weird, Trish just kept her mouth shut.
They walked for a little while longer, until they had to go in separate directions to their homes. By that time, Trish had become distinctly aware of a surging feeling in her four breasts. They were a little heavier, and seemed to be losing their perky, bouncy firmness. Sam's breasts looked a little droopy as well.
"See you around," Sam said as she waved goodbye with a three-fingered hand. As she walked away, Trish wondered if she should zap Sam back to normal. Figuring it couldn't do any harm as long as she remained oblivious, Trish decided to leave it alone for now. Maybe Sam enjoyed it. She didn't say anything bad about being a cow.
Trish continued back to her apartment. She thought about other changes she could make once she was in the privacy of her bedroom. It was a little hard to concentrate on specific ideas, however, because of the growing weight of her breasts and the onset of a strange full feeling. It was vaguely familiar, but bizarre enough that she shivered at the thought: pretty soon, she'd need to be milked.