Trish helped her weakened and quivering friend to the sofa. Sam sprawled across the cushions and seemed to go unconscious instantly.
With that ordeal over, Trish sighed in relief. She fell into a nearby chair and took the remote out of her purse. She once again called up the cow transformation settings and dialed Sam's lactation way down to zero. She was about to zap her, but paused when she noticed the contented look on Sam's face. She remembered enjoying her own milking not more than an hour ago, and Sam certainly seemed to have fun while Trish milked her. Maybe in moderation getting milked wouldn't be too bad. Perhaps just enough lactation to require milking once a day.
Trish pressed up on the remote until the setting registered 1.5 gallons a day. That was about as much milk as Trish figured Sam's big breasts could hold.
She zapped the snoozing Sam. The blue-haired cow-girl was so deep into slumberland she never noticed. Then Trish looked around at the milk soaking the carpet and some of the furniture.
She scowled. There was definitely a better way to milk a cow-girl than this. She surveyed the remote and noticed a "Dry" button, appropriately located next to a "Wet" button. She aimed it at Sam's milk-soaked fur and fired. Sam suddenly became perfectly clean. Trish went about removing all the spilled milk in Sam's apartment.
Once that was finished, Trish went to a catalog in the remote she had noticed before, but hadn't bothered with. It was a sub-menu under "Objects." The most Trish had looked at before now was the clothing, but this time she went into Appliances listing. After a quick search for "milking machines," Trish went into Sam's bathroom and zapped a compact milking machine into existence. It was conveniently supported on wheels and had four tubes to draw milk from all four of Sam's nipples into a sizable tank.
"That should take care of that," Trish figured. Sam was set to be able to milk herself when she was alone, and her milking frequency had been reduced to something much more manageable. She returned to the living room and saw that Sam was still out like a light. Trish wondered if she should leave her be and take off, or try and wake her to make sure Sam was going to be okay with her new arrangement.