Half an hour later, Joe was ready to go. He stood by the front door, tapping a hoof impatiently as he waited for Anna to grab her keys and purse, his udder trembling noticeably with the motion. Of course, it seemed his udder was going to quiver no matter what he did – there was simply no stopping it – just one of many frustrations in what had been a disappointing and humiliating 30 minutes for Joe.
Joe’s first priority once exiting the bathroom had been finding some clothes to cover (hide) his disturbingly provocative new form. If he’d been at his own house rather than his girlfriend’s, things maybe would have been different… but as it was Anna mostly only had tighter, more revealing outfits. She rummaged through her closet, looking for anything which might work. It was clear that Joe had no hope of wearing pants… his colossal udder assured that much. Most shirts had little hope of containing his enormous melons either. Anna finally produced something she thought might work – and Joe found himself eyeing an elegant black dress fearfully. Finally, after much coaxing, Anna convinced him to give it a shot – it was, after all, his only chance to cover his nakedness. Joe tugged it regretfully down over his head, maneuvering the dress carefully so not to rip it with his sharp horns. But one look in the mirror caused his bovine jaw to drop in dismay. The way the dress lifted his half-exposed tits into a magnificent line of cleavage was lewd bordering on obscene (not helped whatsoever by his giant nipples, which rubbed erotically against the fabric, tenting it significantly). Its hem was stuck around his thick, twitching tail, leaving most of his shapely ass and giant udder on show. Joe gaped at the image in the mirror – somehow the dress only made things worse, leaving him looking like some sick, twisted wet dream. Joe tore at the dress, trying to remove it. It was stuck momentarily, caught on his exaggerated boobs and udder, but then Joe was able to rip it free, tearing long gashes in its fabric as his horns shredded the dress. His tits and udder flopped heavily back into place at the released tension. “No,” Joe said in his now husky voice, puffy teats wiggling back and forth. “Just… no.”
So clothes were out of the question. “But won’t people… stare? I mean, look at me! I’m naked!” Joe wailed, hugging his mammoth tits.
“Most people will think it’s a costume…” Anna replied doubtfully. “A smutty, perverted costume out of some weird porno, maybe… but a costume.”
“Anna! Not helping!” Joe shrilled, his left ear flicking in disgust. “Alright, no clothes.” He sighed. “Tits popping out, fine! Bare-assed, whatever!”
“Don’t worry about the clothes.” Anna said. “Let’s just get back to the shop before you start leaking. I am not ready to milk my boyfriend.”