Yes

You're still not sure about how safe the milk is, but your desire to taste the delicious white liquid again gets the best of you. Quickly making a sandwich with small pieces of bread and lettuce, you shovel it down and grab the milk.

You pop the lid off, and sniff the milk. You notice it smells a little weird, but that just has to be because you're not used to the smell of milk in general.

Making up your mind once and for all, you take a drink of the milk. Mmm...pretty good. You take another, and another. Before you know it, the bottle of milk is gone.

Damn...you should have made that last longer, that stuff was good. Slowly standing, you decide it's time to go. However, you glance out the window and see yet another snow storm has begun, so you probably should stay here for a...urgg...

That milk is not sitting well with you. Maybe it wasn't fresh? You have a really bad feeling in your stomach.

Leaning against the window, you put your hand on your chest as it rumbles painfully. Is your shirt tighter than normal? Whatever, you must just be confused.

The stomach cramps aren't the only problem, either. Your chest is really starting to itch, for some reason. You move your hand from your stomach to your chest, and--wait.

Did your hand hit a bump?

You look down, and see that, yes, your hand did hit a bump--because you have tits!

Small, A-Cup tits, but tits nonetheless.

You jump back, as if to escape the bulge in your chest, and slam into the chair behind you, causing you to fall on your face. As you struggle to stand with your sore back, you feel the itching in your chest return, stronger now, and your shirt gets even tighter. Your chest is growing again!!!

You now have a pair of B-Cup boobs! Standing, off balance, you touch your chest, and you notice your shirt is damp in only two spots...are you lactating?

"No no no, this can't be happening!" you yell, standing up, right as the tingling resumes and your shirt begins to stretch beyond its limits.

This time, however, it isn't just your chest that is tingling. You notice the same feeling in your thighs and butt, and you begin to feel dizzy as both your shirt and pants burst. You collapse again, banging your head on the floor, falling ****.

You blink your eyes as you wake again, lying on your chest, but your head isn't on the ground. Your head is being held up, like you're dangling off the edge of a table. But instead of a table, it's your own massive rack!!

Standing, still very lightheaded, you look in the mirror next to the bathtub, and your mouth falls open. Wearing nothing but scraps of clothing, you can see every aspect of your new form. You still have your dick, thank the gods, but it dangles between two massive thighs, and in front of a massive ass that jiggles every time you move. But, bigger than either your thighs or your ass, your tits draw your attention. You have milk-leaking tits probably to big too be contained in any shirt, and, weirdest of all, small horns and a tail!

You start to panic, trying to figure out how to reverse the milk's curse, when you notice something new on the table. A cowbell on a collar sits next to the empty milk bottle, with a note on it reading, "For the new milking cow".