Mary placed the buckets aside for the moment, a niggling
thought making her wonder what her milk would taste like. She
soon shook aside the thought.
She stroked an engourged teat murring at its sensitivity,
teasing the pink flesh between her fingers. What if they could
be longer? Bigger? More juicy?
She went to the vials and rumaged around pulling out the grow
vial. Stroaking a teat she gulped down half of it. A tingly
sensation grew before her udder and teats began to swell, the
udder teats growing to the thickness of a soda can, and as long
as her forarm. The udder soon growing to the size of a bloated
beanbag, forcing Mary to sit upon the rubbery flesh. The pink
flesh tingled with each stroke stirring a damp warmth below as
she slowly rubbed against it.