Time for more milk.

The next morning, when Tom woke up, he realized he was in bed alone. From how warm Sarah’s side of the bed felt, she’d clearly only left it recently. He got out of bed, taking a second to look down and really marvel at how different he felt, before heading out into the kitchen, still buck naked.

He found that Sarah was there waiting for him, a smile on her muzzle as she saw him. “Oh, there you are.” She turned away from him, and he couldn’t tell what she was doing. Sarah was wearing her casual weekend clothes, but they were bunched up from behind in a way that made him wonder what she was up to. But she pointed at the table, where a bowl of cereal in milk was waiting for him. “Eat up.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Tom decided to just do as she said. He sat down, and was amazed on how good the cereal was. It took a few bites for him to realize...it was the milk. It was Sarah’s milk. He didn’t stop though, and finished the cereal before drinking all the milk. He could feel himself getting taller, more muscular, and the beginning of horns to peak out through his forehead.

Getting up from the table, he suddenly felt himself overwhelmed with lust, and he came up to his wife from behind. Looking over her shoulder, he saw she’d been hard at work. She had several bowls full of milk on the counter, and was alternating milking her udder and her breasts into them. She turned to look at him, smiling. “Well, you need more milk, don’t you? I need my bull.”

It soon became clear he had to have milk as much as possible if he wanted to fuck her. He’d fill himself up on the stuff, then wait to stop being full before doing it all over again. The changes came quick. Soon, Tom was just like his wife, only in bull form. With a huge cock, enormous balls, a muzzle of his own, and a beefy build, Tom found himself reveling in his new form. The sex was even better too. The only question was...what came next?