Bethany stared down at her massive, white-furred tits, each larger than her head. This isn’t right. I’m not supposed to be a damn cow, I-- she started to ruminate on how horribly wrong all of this was when a warm haze crept into her brain and stopped her. “I… I have such nice titties now,” she giggled, cupping her massive jugs and squeezing them.

“Mmmoooo!” She moaned as warm, frothy milk leaked through the cracks of her fingers. Amidst her mindless self-pleasure, she thought back to how she got into this situation, to begin with. 
 

“Now, now. Let me get the bucket ready first,” a male farmer laughed with a toothy grin.

She had been hired as a farmhand but shirked her cow milking duties in lieu of slacking off. The farmer wasn’t happy, and Bethany soon found her body changing. She wailed and screamed as her hips expanded, causing her panties to stretch and wedge into her engorged vulva and ass crack. Her tits grew, breaking through the confines of her bra and tearing the seams of her tee shirt. She recalled her mind being filled with fear as a layer of black-splotched white fur sprouted all over her body. The sensation of her face reshaping had soon been joined by her tail and horns budding and her ears migrating higher on her body. Despite being horrified, a voice inside her quickly urged her to embrace her new purpose.

Back in the present, she stood naked and submissive before the farmer, her mind switching between pure horror and giddiness at how sensitive and curvaceous her new body was. “I-- I shouldn’t-- I shouldn’t accept this,” she cried out weakly, still touching her tits. “Mmoooo!” She pinched her nipple a little too hard, sending a shiver down her spine that wetted her vulva instantly.

“Get on your hands and knees, Bethany,” the farmer said innocently, readying his stool and bucket.

Bethany nodded, internally screaming as she got down on her hands and knees, unable to fight the farmer’s will. 

“Your tits are too huge for the bucket. We’ll have to drain them a little,” the farmer purred, putting a leg over Bethan’s hips as he stood directly over her.

“N-- no, don’t-- Mmoooooo!” Bethany’s resolve broke as the farmer’s hands gripped her teats, pinching and pumping. As milk sprayed onto the ground, pure, blissful ecstasy overtook her body. The voice in her head got louder at the same time. This is your life now. Don’t you enjoy this? Much to her shame, she quickly realized she had no power to fight her fate.