Cleanup on aisle nine

Joseph liked shopping with his mother, there was something relaxing about pushing the cart as an adult while his mother selected the groceries and asked for his input every now and again. Being home from college after a nasty breakup was almost like a detox for the pudgy dark haired young man.

He glanced around the store taking in the sights and sounds. The supermarket the was the anchor store on this side of the mall seemed a little busier than usual. He passed by an individual in a shapeless hoodie barely registering the bump as he watched his mother bend over to inspect a carton of milk.

"Oh sorry," he remarked noticing that the figure had dropped something. He bent over to pick it up what appeared to be a bell. The metal jingled in his hand and as he turned to chase over he found the figure long gone.

He inspected the bell holding it in his hand and turning it around.

"Who the heck carries a cowbell?" He asked staring over at his mother and feeling a bit weird.

His mother had always been a relatively pear-shaped person but as he watched it was as if her weight was redistributing throughout her body.

He raised an eyebrow not sure what was going on as he felt a tingle in his chest staring down and watching his own gut migrate around.

His flesh bubbled and he watched with amazement as a long tail with a tufted tip emerged from the top of his mother's skirt.

"Moooom"

He said suddenly clutching his throat and his voice raised several octaves and his face began to feminize. He felt a strange surge of heat as his T-shirt filled up rapidly when his mother turned around with a look of surprise on her face.

"Oh dear," she tutted even as her breasts continued to expand, "Josie why didn't you tell me you needed milking?" She asked

Josie blinked her eyes misting up while her brain filled with cotton candy. She was bothered by something, probably the great aching in her chest. She nodded as her mother reached out and began to massage her aching breasts rivulets of milk immediately squirting out until her mom simply opted to start sucking from the source.

Josie let out a moan, mooing softly as her milk dirtied the floor and a small audience began to gather. Some simply watching while others eagerly masturbated to the incestuous milking.

Josie thrust forward her cock growing longer and thicker as she reached down to grasp it with her free hand polluting the milk with a different kind of white stuff is a glorious orgasm overcame her.

All the while overhead the PA system blared

"Cleanup on aisle nine"

(Special thanks to Ironlacedcarbon for this branch, it's fun to do these one-and-done scenes. I look forward to seeing if there are any suggestions in future.)