Putting the pieces together

As the uncontrollable sound erupted from your mouth, your eyes widened in realisation. You suddenly became aware of the bell on the choker around your neck, your floppy ears, your horns, your swishing tail, sent into a frenzy from your sudden release, all of it. You knew why Joanna had taken your ability to walk, why she had given you this particular body with its massive milkers. You knew what Joanna had done, and she knew that you knew. You gazed up at her in horror and saw a look of triumph on her face. You let out a panicked “Moooo!” And then another, and another. “Mooo! Mooooooo!”

Your cheeks flushed bright red as you suffered this fresh humiliation. No matter how hard you tried, you were completely unable to form words. All you could do was moo and squirm on your hands and knees as the throbbing palpitations of arousal grew and grew, seemingly without limit. How could you be feeling such pleasure in a situation like this? You pushed yourself up into a kneeling position, and instinct tore one hand from the floor and **** it to your breasts. Your hand squeezed seemingly if it’s own volition, and a small squirt of milk leaked out. “Mooooooooo!”