Clover sat down on the stairs, her balance unsteady. She was so front heavy now, it felt like gravit

Clover sat down on the stairs, her balance unsteady. She was so front heavy now, it felt like gravity was trying to pull her down the last few steps only to land on her immense breasts and udder. She scratched at her floppy cow ears as she stared down into her canyon of cleavage. Her breasts were bigger than bowling balls, and she took small solace in having found a bra that fit, even if it was a K cup. She sighed to herself at that though, Before her breasts had swollen with milk she was only a full C cup, or maybe even a small D, but now. Now the two gallon sized milked filled breasts hanging from her chest seemed an appropriate size to go with her body.

She frowned further as she though about how it had changed. Large floppy cow like ears, small nub like horns that had felt like the worst migraine imaginable as they grew out. A long tail capped with a tuft of hair that swished aimlessly behind her, swatting at non existent flies. Even her nose had grown a bit wider and darker, but the change that shocked her the most was the udder. It was larger than her breasts and weighed a considerable amount, heavily sitting in her lap, a constant reminder of how inhuman she had become. It rubbery skin was taught and warm, and you could almost feel the pressure of how much milk was inside it. Which didn’t surprise her, her body seemed to be trying to make more milk than her newly grown endowments could hold and she frequently had leaks of pearly white milk stream from her ponderous teats or thick nipples. Having teats was weird, they felt limp and floppy until she started to stroke them, despite not increasing in size they did become firmer and more sensitive as she tried to work the milk out, and it wouldn’t be long until she found herself in a trance, softly mooing as she emptied her udder.

Her life seemed to revolve around milking herself now, and she had been lucky that one of her friends had been understanding and agreed to deliver her food every few days. Even if she did tease her about having a name fitting for a cow… But there was no way she could go outside looking like this, she didn’t know if people would freak out or try and make her their cowgirl slave. She tried to pretend like that thought didn’t excite her at all, instead focusing on what she needed to do today. Just because she had turned into some sort of cow creature didn’t mean she didn’t need to ear a living, thankfully she worked online out of home as a blogger. This gave her ample time to attend to her breasts and udder.

Today she was going to write a very angry review of a product she had recently tried, TFIndustries Magic-Milk, guaranteed to help you grow into a busty beauty. Sure the product had worked, but it had gone above and beyond and now she was more of a bovine beauty…