"Mom?" Jennifer says, walking into the kitchen later that evening. Her mom sits at the table, eating her dinner. "You said dinner was ready?"
"Yes dear," her mom replies.
"Well, where is it?" Jennifer asks, seeing no other plates on the table.
"Right where it always is, dear..." Her mom replies, confused.
Jennifer looks around and notices a trough on the floor, filled to the brim with discolored feed. Another trough is filled with clear water.
"What's the problem dear?"
"Uh, nothing," Jen replies, disheartened. "Better get to it then."
She gets down on her hands and knees and leans over, taking a cautious mouthful of feed. This is difficult, and she ends up getting it all over her face, she instead she tries to lap it up with her slightly enlarged tongue. "This is gross," she thinks to herself. "How could it get any worse?!"
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And the next day, it does. Her school is even more of a dairy form than it was the day before. At the start of the day, she immediately notices how everybody's changes have progressed further. Fur is commonplace, muzzles are beginning to form, and the girls display their udders just as they used to their breasts. More and more girls are being assigned to guys for mating, and Jennifer knows that if she doesn't act soon, she'll be next.
More concerning than all perhaps are the rumours she hears about detention. "Ever wonder where they get the beef for the teachers at lunch?" One girl says, sitting behind Jen.
Jennifer goes home more downcast than ever. What is she going to do?