A black and white-furred cow woman with long brown hair and tits the size of over-inflated beach balls sits uncomfortably, shifting from side to side. "Okay, you provide your point. It's not easy walking around with tits this huge; I get why you want breast reduction surgery. Can you please change me back now, Rachel?"

"I'm glad to hear it, Sab, but... Hmmmm..." A petite blond woman with large breasts placed a hand on her chin and contemplates her next move.

Sam winces, trying to ignore the throbbing in her chest mounds, and vulva. She had only been a girl for a few minutes and she was desperate to change back before having to acknowledge her new, sultry body's new needs. "What is it? Why did you have to turn me into a woman to make your point!"

"Sorry, I just don't know if I can turn you back yet... Look how cute you are!" Rachel cooes, moving her hips from side to side.

Sam's eyes widen, his cheeks turning crimson. "Y-- You can't leave me like this! I said I'm sorry! How am I supposed to do anything like this?"

"This is a golden opportunity! I can't let you turn back without learning the joys of womanhood. It might help you learn to please me a little better in bed."

"Don't say that! I--" Sam's sentence cuts off when a painful pulse shoots through her engorged mammaries. A small voice in her head screams for some-- anything to ease the pressure.

"I"m glad that the bikini top fits you, but why don't we take it off? You'll feel a lot better if you let me milk you," Rachel insists with a sly grin.

Sam bites her lower lip, feeling beyond flustered. How long would she be stuck like this? It was, however, impossible to deny Rachel's offer. "You can come take it off yourself," she grumbles.

"With pleasure!"

Sam waits in anticipation as Rachel approaches. She wouldn't admit her excitement out loud; Rachel wouldn't let her hear the end of it if she did.