Anna almost screamed when she saw the creature standing in her bathroom. Joe was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she saw a bizarre, curvy, anthromorphic female cow.. who was surprisingly beautiful in a way Anna would never have imagined, even with the animalistic features. Something about those hips… and the huge, perfectly round breasts didn’t hurt either. Anna noticed that the female bovine had a dazed, frightened expression on her long, furry face. Her front hooves and skinny, muscled arms were crossed almost comically in front of her massive udder, as if she’d been walked in on in a state of undress and didn’t want Anna to see her shame. Of course, this wasn’t nearly enough to hide the incredible pink protuberance, as it bulged around, under, and over the cow girl’s hooves, which almost seemed to sink into its vast expanses. Not to mention that this ‘humility’ was spoiled further by the impressive, utterly uncovered tits jutting from her chest. Her large, puffy nipples winked merrily at Anna. She looks like the costume – if the costume had been a real-life, flesh and blood being. “Wha – what’s going on here?” Anna asked in a shrill voice, taking a tentative step towards the womanly creature.
Joe, terrified out of his mind, took a few clumsy, stumbling steps back as Anna moved closer, hooves clopping noisily. This movement – the first Joe had made since gaining his new body – set off a whirlwind of motion. His tits jiggled distractingly, bouncing lightly with each step, and his infernal udder wobbled ferociously, slapping heavily against his furry legs. His tail and ears twitched, aghast at the sensations he was continuing to experience. Only one thought could penetrate his shocked mind – maybe Anna can help me. Realizing how ridiculous he looked, Joe removed his hooves from his udder (the pink, squishy flesh sprung back outwards from where the hooves had been pressing) and exposed his appalling new form – taut udder, womanly curves, ludicrous breasts - in full to Anna – not that he’d been preserving much of his dignity anyway. “Anna,” he said slowly. “It’s m-oooouuuuoogh.” He flushed at the unintended outburst, and tried again. “It’s me. It’s Joe.”
“Joe? How…?” Anna could scarcely believe it. How could this… this cow… be her boyfriend? “But… the costume?” She sputtered. “It… it did this?” Joe only watched her, shamefacedly, as her eyes roved over his new form. He made no effort to cover his giant breasts or jutting udder (now recognizing the futility of such action), despite the utter embarrassment he was feeling at having his girlfriend see him this way. Anna, for her part, was beginning to feel horribly guilty as she wrapped her mind around the situation. I bought the costume that did this, she thought. And I gave it to him. It’s my fault that he’s like this… “We’ve got to go back to that costume shop!” she blurted.
For the first time since donning the bovine costume, Joe felt a pang of hope. But it wasn’t enough to distract him from his own growing realization as his initial shock at the change gradually wore off. The reason he’d come into the bathroom in the first place - his need to urinate - was gone. In its place was a similar and yet drastically different urge – one that frightened him deeply – that was focused on his wretched udder. He stretched one hoofed hand down and absentmindedly fondled one fat, puffy teat, murmuring softly at the not insignificant pleasure that just this brief touch gave him. Thoughtlessly, he grasped the teat firmly and yanked, gasping with alarm as a small spurt of milky liquid shot from the teat. The sensation was distressingly erotic. Anna merely gaped in fascination as this process played out in front of her. “It.. it looks like you’re full, hon.” She said slowly.
No! Joe thought, his dread growing. But now that he noticed it, there was no point denying it – it was just one more unpleasant element of this nightmarish body. His udder was indeed heavy… taut and tight, its pale pink flesh stretched considerably, with four enormous, stiff teats dangling obscenely from its squishy expanses… because it was full of milk. Now that his attention was focused on it, Joe could actually feel what must be gallons of milk sloshing around inside its considerable confines. He had no doubt that his monumental jugs were similarly loaded. “No!” He cried despairingly. “I won’t be mmmmoooooouuooo…. milked! We need to get to that costume shop. Now!”