Kiki has trouble adjusting to life as a submissive, curvaceous, and extra sensitive cow girl.&nbsp; Thankfully, her wife, Jen, is both bisexual and supportive of her precious husband-- err, wife!&nbsp; (MTF cow girl with milk spurting and wholesome shenanigans!)<br /><br />Read captions and stories up to two months early on Patreon!&nbsp; There's lots of juicy MTF content not yet on Deviant Art!&nbsp; Including a whole month of cow content I posted in April.<br /><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/roryrouses">www.patreon.com/roryrouses</a><br /><br />Stay up to date by following me on Twitter!<br /><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://twitter.com/RoryRouses">twitter.com/RoryRouses</a><br /><br /><br />~~~<br /><br /><br /><b><i><u>Story Text:<br /></u></i></b><br /><br />Kiki trembled, staring at her reflection with crimson cheeks. "How-- how is this possible? How can this be me?" &nbsp;She squeaked as she examined her naked form.<br /><br />She had a curvaceous, feminine form with wide hips, a slim waist, and massive breasts more extensive than her head. Any time she moved even slightly, her nipples and vulva throbbed with need. A faint voice in her head screamed for her to be milked and fucked.<br /><br />"How? Well, I'd guess you drank milk contaminated with the cow girl virus," a tall woman with a light brown pixie cut and tan skin beamed. "Look how hot you are, though! I bet you're glad you married a bisexual woman, huh?"<br /><br />Before Kiki could respond, a lithe pair of hands grabbed her breasts from behind and squeezed them. " Moooo!" &nbsp;She squealed as her nipples suddenly spasmed and shot hot streams of milk onto the mirror. "H-- Hey! Don't do that!" &nbsp;She girlishly squealed, crossing her arms over her chest to ignore the burning emptiness between her legs. "I-- I'm supposed to be a confident, strong man! I just-- I shouldn't look like this, Jen. I feel so submissive and-- and feminine... &nbsp;I shouldn't produce milk!" &nbsp;She whined, putting her hands over her face. Her name had been Kevin until Jen immediately insisted on the cute nickname.<br /><br />"Shhhh... &nbsp;Everything will be okay," Jen responded, wrapping her arms around Kiki as she pulled the cow-woman into her arms. &nbsp;<br /><br />"Mmmm..." &nbsp;Tears fell from Kiki's face as she gripped Jen and rested her face against her chest. As an ex-tall, strong man, she wasn't used to being smaller than her mate. She felt so tiny and vulnerable. "Is it really okay that I changed so much?" &nbsp;She asked pleadingly.<br /><br />"I've been turned on every second since you changed. I promise you have nothing to worry about," Jen said with a grin, cupping Kiki's chin as she leaned in to kiss her tenderly. "I have something for you to wear if you don't mind," she innocently added.<br /><br />Kiki blushed and let out a small huff. "I guess. Only for you, though." &nbsp;It was hard to say no to her precious wife.<br /><br />Minutes later, Kiki stood before the mirror, wearing an incredibly skimpy maid outfit with only thin straps covering her breasts. She fidgeted with the straps and pursed her lips. "I think I'm turning myself on," she grumbled, &nbsp;doing everything she could to ignore her new body's alien sensations.<br /><br />"That makes two of us. &nbsp; I think this is a perfect opportunity for some anatomy lessons," Jen cooed.<br /><br />Kiki gasped when Jen's skilled hand slipped under the front of her apron and up her inner thigh. She wasn't one to enjoy homework, but Jen made a convincing argument.