Now that I was a human cow with no way of getting back to normal, I decided to wish myself to a deserted area, where I could bring into existence a farm with other girls like me. In a blink of and eye, it was done. The air was filled with moans, groans, screams and spraying noises. In rows in the barn, there were women attached to milking machines, writhing with pleasure as they were being milk. Lining the ground was a layer of soft hay, and I moaned slightly as milk dripped due to the contact. I was spotted by a farm hand, who led me to a milker and hooked me up. Next to me was a young blonde woman, with breasts like mine, but with cherry red nipples and an inch areola. Then my milker got activated. Milk flowed from my beautiful breasts, pulling a moan from my lips as i writhed. A glass collection jar started to fill extremely fast, soon reaching the gallon mark. Finally, I orgasmed, send pussy juices all over the hay beneath me. Finally, my breasts were empty and I was led to a large field, where we apparently cow-girls like me spent most of our time. The grass was man-made, a combination of ingredients which would help to increase our milk production. I leaned down and took a bite, feeling the juices soak down my throat. My breasts started to fill again, and I kept grazing. After A while, I got full and went round to meet some of the other girls. I soon found a friend in a girl named Cara. She was a pretty brunette, with breasts quite a bit smaller than mine, but still huge. Her nipples were an inch from the grasy meadow, but filled faster than mine, being that she was already dripping. Mine, were also full, due to the grass which I had eaten and I was dripping. So I lay down and took a nap.
Later, a bell rang, and Cara told me that it was the evening milking bell. My breasts were feeling very full, spraying milk freely and I left a trail behind me. The farmhands hooked us in one by one into the machines, and activated them. I got fucked by a farmhand, who sent a lot of cum into my womb. However, I had made it so that I could never get pregnant. Then the farmhands led us to our stalls, which were filled with the soft hay, where I collapsed, exhausted from my move here and then my full day.