"Nothing arr-mooooooooooooooo moo." Joe could hardly believe it as it escaped his mouth. Grasping at his fussy muzzle, Joe's heart beat furiously as it ears twitched to the sound of his girlfriend's footsteps.
Unsurprisingly those footsteps did come back; quickly at that.
"Ok, what is going on in there?" She reached for the doorknob. As it started to jiggle open, Joe tried to quickly lock it but his hands were well beyond such dexterity at this point. The door started to press open and Joe did the only thing he could and pushed it closed again; one of the benefits of his increased girth.
"You did not just slam that door in my face, buster." Joe pressed against the door and wished it would all just go back the way it was. He caught another glimpse of himself- herself- in the mirror. The ropey tale, rounded butt and bulging udder and still could not imagine it was all real.
"I'm just, ummmm, I..."
"That suit must be crushing your balls because you're sounding girly than me. Now open this door."
"I just," Joe put his back against the door and ran his hand down his body, again, and watched himself in the mirror. As his hand grazed the udder an urge struck him, like standing up from a bar, that was now consuming his every thought. He took one of the teat between his fingers and considered his next course of action.
Open the door or start milking?