Some of the milk goes to the family down the road (Minotaur/Holostaur Branch)

Dana sneaked along the back of her family's neighbour's milking shed to figure out what was happening on the farm. Her family was on good terms with the one next door and they occasionally had fence-side chats and traded baked goods, but in the last week they hadn't seen anyone tending to the farm. They had noticed a fair bit of traffic that centred around the milking shed when they headed in town to pick up some supplies.

She had to hide in the tall grass surrounding the nearby equipment shed when she heard some voices approaching. When they passed, she made her way back over to the milking shed and listened in to the conversation. As the conversation became more and more sexual, she couldn't help but reach into her pants and rub herself to the moans of the man, only to stop when the moans became higher pitched as if coming from a girl.

She kept hiding in the grass for the rest of the afternoon, unsure of what she had stumbled across, especially when she heard that the cows weren't actually cows but people who had been changed by a virus; her curiosity was piqued even more when another male voice interrupted the relative silence. From what the voice said, Dana deduced that the new voice was from the Police Department in town and had been changed somehow by the virus. The voice changed even further as it too shifted from male to female in a number of minutes.

After listening to the newly changed Carla fuck one of the 'cows', Dana heard Carla be bid good evening by the female voice that she had heard most often that afternoon. She was brave enough to sneak up to the corner of the shed that led towards the farmhouse and see that it was the wife/mother that was the conductor of the mayhem that she had listened to, who was accompanied by a scrawny looking figure. Once she was sure that the pair were inside, she made sure that she was hidden and waited for the sounds from the milking shed to abate.

As the evening wore on, Dana couldn't help but masturbate to the sounds issuing from the milking shed. She was smart enough though to gag herself lest she make too much noise and disclose her location. As the last rays of sunlight vanished from the sky, the sounds in the shed started to peter out and it wasn't before long that she started hearing soft snoring interspersed with the occasional dreamy moo come from the shed. She saw this as the perfect opportunity to sneak inside the shed and see what was going on.

Sneaking inside the barn, she found it lit by old fashioned looking halogen lanterns. She was amazed to see the mix between shiny metal milking machinery and traditional wooden milking shed. As her eyes adjusted to the light more though she was shocked to see that she recognized most of the 'cows'. She recognized Sandy and Maggie, as well as their aunt and cousins; their blissed out expressions, bovine features and huge, milky breasts were new though. Looking around some more, she also recognized Officer Jean, whom she had tried to flirt with unsuccessfully at last year's county fair.

After seeing the 'cows', she looked for a bottle so she could take some of the milk back to look at under the microscope in the clinic that was set up back on her family's farm. After quietly looking around for a bit, she found an old bottle with some grain husks in it, and after blowing the husks out, she filled the bottle up with some milk from the tanks. She made sure to take a little from each tank so that her theft wasn't completely obvious. Before she left to sate her own curiosity, she grabbed another bottle and grabbed as much cum from the 'cows' as she could. Having found lids for the bottles, Dana snuck out of the milking shed before bolting for her family's milking shed and its attached vet clinic that her parents had built for her after she earned her degree.

After an hour of fruitless labour studying both the cum and the milk that she acquired from her neighbors, alongside with being unable to shake what she saw and heard, Dana poured herself a nip of bourbon to ease her frustration. After a couple of nips, she had the bold but crazy idea of adding a bit of the milk she was testing to the bourbon and drinking it. For shits and giggles, she added a bit of the cum as well. The resulting drink looked like a vanilla malt milkshake and it tasted the same as it looked.

A minute passing and nothing happening, she went to record another failure, when her stomach rumbled and her muscles began to tense up. The pain became so much that she curled up on the floor in agony and scrunched her eyes shut. The pain gave way to a sensation of stretching and squeezing. She heard her shirt and jeans start to rip. The dual sensations slowly started pulling in from the rest of her body and centred on her chest. With the rest of her body pain and sensation free, she clambered back up to her feet and turned on the clinic computer's webcam so that she could see what she looked like.

What she saw was incredible; she had grown a little taller in both height and hair length, but that wasn't what caught her attention the most. Her breasts, which had been a small handful, now stretched out her plaid shirt and the muscles in her arms and legs threatened to burst through the material that contained them. As she was examining her new bubble butt, she thought to herself, 'How am I bigger because of that milk? H-how is it possible for such a dramatic change to occur with so little material ingested? Is this how it all started for those cow people? People who are now cows? Hu-Cows?' As she pondered those question an unfamiliar voice echoed in her head, 'You be a good little heifer, okay?'

Puzzled by the voice, she was surprised when she had a certain craving for ice cold milk. When she moved to exit the clinic though, her shirt and jeans ripped completely. Her shirt was a complete write off but her jeans had the artistic torn look to them that the city kids seemed to like, plus now she saw how shredded her core looked and that she no longer had a farmer's tan. Feeling a slight boost of confidence, she quickly made her way back into the house and guzzled down a couple of glassfuls of milk.

The sensation in her chest came to a head after she consumed the milk and when she looked down, she noticed drips of cream coloured milk forming on her nipples. Now curious about what was happening to her, she brushed the drops off her nipples with a finger and then suckled on it. The flavour was a smooth, creamy milk with a slight aftertaste of caramel. She hunted around the kitchen in search of milk bottles, grabbing a couple of spare bottles that her mother had evidently washed as they were still warm, along with a steel preserve funnel, and proceeded to milk her breasts. She started with the half full bottle of milk that she had drunk from, filling it back up and watching as her milk swirled around before blending with the existing milk. She then filled the empty bottles and still had enough milk left over to give herself a couple of glassfuls. As she emptied her breasts of milk, she heard the mysterious voice from before but loud and clear, not as an echo. 'That's a good heifer, spread your gift. Give others what you were given. Make them like you. Then you will truly be fulfilled.'

The words of the familiar voice, combined with the release of what she now knew as milk-induced pressure, caused her to orgasm. The sensation came out of nowhere and hit her like a rampaging bull. Her hands, which had just been massaging her breasts after the intense milking, shifted to squeeze and slightly twist her nipples and her pussy squeezed and spasmed while the boxers that she was wearing became drenched in fluid as she squirted, almost like a broken water pipe. Thankfully, the orgasm caught her so off guard that she was unable to make a sound, and instead she just slumped on the countertop as she tried getting more sensation in her legs that now felt like jelly.

Once she felt confident that her legs could carry her again, she realized that she didn't feel tired at all. So she got to baking using some of the milk she had on hand. As she started work on the first thing that came to mind, which was choc chunk cookies, she realized that in all her sexual experiences both at home and at college that tonight was the hardest and longest she had ever orgasmed for. The memory of the orgasm still caused her to quake a bit at the recall of the pleasure and euphoria it caused. Once the batter for the cookies was maturing in the fridge, she moved on to make her mother's famous overnight blueberry french toast. As she was pouring milk mixture over the sliced bread, she wondered who else apart from her family she could share her gift with. After putting the now filled french toast dish in the fridge, she decided to make her mother's life a bit easier come breakfast tomorrow morning by making an overnight pancake batter that her college roommate had entrusted her with the recipe for. As she mixed the dry and wet ingredients together her mind wandered again, this time wondering if she was going to change anymore or if the changes she had seen were all the changes that would happen.

Before heading off to bed for the night, she made sure to clean up after herself and left a note on the fridge for her mother detailing what she had prepared for breakfast. After peeling her boots and jeans off her legs, she settled into bed and her final thoughts before sleep took her were about what exciting things may happen in the coming days from her 'gift'.