The world felt like it fell away and Joe began to milk himself. Slowly at first, getting the motion down with one hand, before going faster and getting both arms into the mix. The floor started to get covered in milk and the smell wafted through the bathroom and into the adjoining ones and Anna's nostrils.
"What is," she sniffed, "I really wasn't kidding about that barn remark. Open this door, Joe." She pounded again, more intent on finding out what was going on.
Joe, on the other hand, could not have been less interested. He was in another world where it did not bother him that he was an anthro-cow with a more feminine lean that he was used too. The milk seemed to have no end as the floor went from a few puddles to a problem that was not contained to just one floor.
Still slamming a fist on the door, eventually Anna plopped her head against the door and signed in frustration. Looking down she noticed a moisture soaking into the carpet from beneath the door. She bent down and got a closer look.
"Is the toilet overflowing? Is that it?" Her first thought was that it was water but once enough came through that she could see the color. "What is this? Smells like..." She dipped her nose closer still and could distinctly pick up on the bovine liquid.
"Moooooooooooo moooo." Joe was loud about it but did not care in the least. At that same time Anna dipped her finger into the milk and brought it to her mouth. As she swallowed, Anna heard the moo but unlike before did not think as much of it. Instead she wanted more of the milk...