"Dare," Susan said casually.
Jennifer thought for a few seconds, but the heaviness in her udder made it hard to concentrate. Then she came upon an idea. "Okay Susan, I dare you to go
downstairs and get the large mixing bowl from the counter, come back up here and milk me, and you'll really enjoy it."
"Why did you say that?" Susan asked.
"Hey," Jennifer responded as she lifted her growing udder. "I can't do it myself."
As Susan began to walk out of the bedroom to get the large bowl, she looked back at Jennifer and said, "That was a mean thing to do Jen."
"Oh shit," Jennifer exclaimed. Then she felt the tingling sensation again.