Udder contentment

Weeks go by, then months, then slowly you forget how to tell time altogether. Once bred by the Minotaur, you never once looked back. You've forgot all about your sister and the school, but most of all, you've forgotten all about Winnifred Van Helsing. Your little crush on her was nothing compared to the admiration you feel for the mighty bull.

During your first pregnancy, your already plump breasts grew even larger, filled to the brim with thick, rich milk. The pressure became unbearable, until you learned to milk yourself on a regular basis. It didn't take long for the delicious cream to become a staple of your diet, and soon your mate learned of the benefits of keeping milk-cows.

In fact, he kept you knocked up as often as possible, pumping you full of cum as soon as he smells your fertility. The constant cycle of birth was great for the herd, which grew at an astonishing rate! The birth of your first daughter filled you with pride, a humanoid body, but with the horns, hooves and tail of a cow. Eventually she grew to be a curvaceous young heifer, her plump mounds even rivaling yours. It was only natural when she was initiated as a milker as well, seeding her just as he had done to you, and within a few years time, the inbred herd of Minotaurs soon outnumbered every other species in Mystic Meadows, if not the entire island.

Occasionally someone would spot a middle-aged human woman among the beasts, her curvy body jiggling wildly as the herd used her, slamming her juicy ass powerfully from behind while her daughters drink greedily from her milk-laden jugs. You never found out had happened to Heather, but you have a new family now, one that doesn't try to make you fight monsters.

The herd loves you for who you are, a swollen cow fit only to be bred and milked.