Milking at TransFarms (Sketchy Shortie)

Cows graze idly on the prairie, tails swishing and flanks jiggling gently as they pad along the grass. They look just like any other animals, on any normal farm—but these animals were once human. I should know, I’m one of them.

Before you start getting worried, I guess I should clarify something: no, we’re not cursed; yes, we’re all here by choice. We’re at T. Farms, a lush and beautiful piece of property owned by TransFun. It’s a sort of a home-away-from-home for the transformation-minded.

In reality, I’m actually a very successful engineer by the name of George Hist, but right now I’m just a cow, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is the way I spend all of my vacations now, as a large and plush female heifer who can sunbathe and sleep all day.

And yes, I know that male cows can do the same; I have a reason for being a woman. And that reason is walking up to our pasture right now, a grin on her face and a bucket in her hands. Her name is Sandra, and she is the absolute highlight of my stay here.

I look to her with a contented smile, a low moo slipping from my mouth as I watch her approach. Of course she goes to Gabby first; Sandra loves to tease me. I watch her tug on Gabby’s udders contentedly, and I have to look away before I get too jealous.

I cough some of my cud back from my throat into my mouth with a scowl, chewing on it idly. Some people think it’s disgusting how a cow can do this, but I personally find it convenient. It’s like always having a mouthful of your favorite food on hand, available to chew whenever you want.

Of course, in this case my favorite food is grass—but as anyone who’s transformed knows, part of the change includes a change in palate. And right now, I love every bit of the green stuff, even the bits that have dirt in it from where hooves have trodden on.

It’s like… I’m not sure how best to describe it, but it’s like as if the ground was covered with your absolute favorite sweets, and then after swallowing them the taste richly lingers in your mouth… And better yet, it reappears in your mouth as gum whenever you want it to.

Yeah, I know I lose people on that analogy—my best friend gave me the craziest look when I told him. But my point is, grass tastes great; more than great. And as it stands, it’s more than enough to distract me from Sandra milking Gabby.

My right ear flicks gently as I hear a supple mooing and the sound of a clanking cow bell, and I look over to see that Gabby’s run dry, a contented moo leaving her lips as she shakes her head again, flopping her ears and ringing her bell again.

I watch Sandra eagerly as she makes her way to me, running her hand along my flank as she walks up to my big cow’s head. “Sorry about that.” She whispers with a smile into one of my large ears. “You know, I was thinking of keeping this a secret, but you looked so cutely distressed…” She nibbles her lip, looking me in one of my big, round eyes.

“I milk other cows before you because your milk is the best that our cows produce… And I add yours to the less-than perfect cows’ milk so that we can end up with a good harvest.” She grins as she pets my muzzle with both of her hands, placing a gentle kiss on my nose.

“By the way… I trust you’ll look forward to a visit from your bull tonight?” Sandra positively purrs and I moo enthusiastically, nodding and ringing my cowbell happily.

Oh! By the way, Sandra and I are a little more than cow and farmer, in case that wasn’t obvious. She’s the one who got me into transforming when she changed me into her cow for the first time. She’s an honest-to-God witch, and I couldn’t love her any more than I do now.

Wait… Dang. Can I say she’s a witch? I think I can. It’s kind of public knowledge by now that TransFun operates with magical folk to ensure their serums work out, right? Right.

Anyways, since she convinced me to spend my days off as an animal, she’s also taken to having midnight rendezvouses with me, experimenting with different forms. She’s been a zebra, a stag, a moose, a stallion… But my favorite form to be with by far is that of a bull.

… I can sense you judging me, and I don’t care. I mean, I care enough to tell you that I don’t care, but—shut up. My point is, right now I’m in the best relationship of my life, and I couldn’t be any happier.

Well, I could be happier right now at this moment; my udder is full to bursting. But Sandra’s going to take care of that in a moment. I know she is; she always gets this look in her eye that tells me she’s going to enjoy this as much as I am.

Sure enough, Sandra smiles and dips down to her knees, scooting to my big and chubby side. I turn my head to look at her with my eyes, a small moo escaping my lips as I watch her rub her hands together. She starts by teasing me, lathering my udders with gentle cream. I groan and press against her, lowing my desire; trying to tell her I can take it no more; I need her hands around me!

Then she grips my udders hard, one in each hand, and begins to milk me. As ever, it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had, to feel her hugging my udder and squeezing the milk out from me a squirt at a time. She does it by cupping her hands around my udder, gently coaxing the milk all the way through my teats.

My milk splashes into the bucket loudly, one spray at a time. I can smell it in the air with my large nostrils, and I moo contentedly, ears twitching with pleasure. Sandra picks up on this, like I was hoping she would, and she presses her cheek to my flank, nuzzling me as she grips my udders again, squeezing more milk out through my big cow nipples.

I groan again with delight, my eyelids fluttering as I fall a little more in love with her. I would ask her to marry me, except for the fact that a rink doesn’t fit on a hoof… Maybe I could ask her to enchant it so that the band becomes a nose ring whenever I change…

I set the idea aside for later as she keeps milking me, placing small and subtle kisses on my flank as she steadily fills the bucket. As I feel myself being emptied, she grabs my other two udders and begins to milk those as well.

A lovely feeling of bliss washes over me, and I moo loudly, happily crying out how content I am with my life right now. My fat flanks ripple as I shake them, and I groan again with delight as my udder is spent completely, leaving me longing for it to swell again with delectable cream.

“Looking forward to your next milking, eh?” Sandra chuckles, patting me behind the ears and holding out her hands. I lick them and nod, tasting my rich milk with delight. She laughs and cups one of my big ears in both of her hands. “ If you think that was good; think about what I’ll do tonight.”