Jen was having trouble concentrating on her work. It was to be expected - she was hiding cow hooves beneath her socks. Her last boyfriend had always made fun of her feet sometimes smelling - she couldn't imagine she'd fare much better with this issue now.
As she tried to forget her anatomical issues and concentrate on the history notes she was supposed to be taking, a twinge hit her chest. Her nipples were itching violently. Jen surreptitiously scratched herself beneath her blouse. Some of the other girls were looking at her funny now.
Then came the moment of horror. Another twinge in the nipples, and dampness. Jen looked down. Her blouse was stained with liquid dripping through her bra.
Jen put on her jacket to hide the stains. She could feel milk dripping down the shallow folds of her toned stomach. But then came the cramping. Jen was sweating bullets, now, and the leather jacket didn't help matter. There was an intense "presence" in her stomach, itching on the skin, and suddenly something hit her hard. It wasn't painful, but something massive had happened.
"Can I be excused..." Jen mumbled, collecting her things and hurrying to the bathroom. She almost tripped over hooves as she escaped from the room.
As soon as Jen was in a stall, she unbuttoned her blouse to survey the damage. Unclipping her bra at the back, congealed cream from her nipples revealed itself between her breasts and the bra. Milk was dripping down her stomach, where four other nipples had formed over a large pinkish protrusion from her stomach.
"Oh god..." Jen whined, her teeth chattering, an intense sickness and anxiety developing. "I think I'm gonna pass out..."
Jen had hooves. She had an udder. She was lactating... and she needed to be milked.
And she hadn't seen the worst of it yet.