Susan stared at Jennifer gleefully. She knew exactly what she was doing. She really enjoyed milking her friend and didn't want to stop. Deep down inside she
wanted to stop, but she just couldn't help herself.
"Where is it happening this time?" Susan asked happily.
"My arms and legs are tingling," Jennifer said.
Both girls watched and Jennifer's thighs began to grow and become more muscular and her shins shrank slightly.
It was becomming more difficult for Jennifer to keep what was once her hands on her bed. Her arms were getting longer and this was putting too much pressure on
her hips. Reluctantly, Jennifer stepped off the bed so that all of her hooves were on the floor.
Jennifer lowered her head to get a better look at her arms. They no longer resembled arms, but long bovine legs.
"I hope you're happy," Jennifer asked angrily.
"Oh I am," Susan said as she grabbed two of Jennifer's teats in her hands and began to milk Jennifer again.
"Will you please ask me?" Jennifer pleaded. Even though the feeling of being milked was better than any orgasm she ever had before, she tired of being slowly
turned into a cow. "If you ask me, I promise that when its my turn to curse you, it'll be even better than this."
"Better than this?" Susan asked as she dropped both of the teats from her hands. "You gotta deal. Transform or dare?"
"Finally," Jennifer said with a sigh of relief. "Transform."
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What does Susan do?