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Leaning against a lamppost, you let out a quiet, discomforted moo as your udder continues to inflate. You turn around, looking back at the trail of white liquid latex, you decide that perhaps it would be best that you stay with the rubber cow. You aren't quite sure why you have this nagging feeling, but decide to go check on her anyway. You begin to retrace your steps, following the trail of eggshell white latex droplets.

The walk back is uneventful at most. The night still hasn't ended, the moon still visible on the night sky. Your rubbery udder has continued to expand as you made the trek back to the forest, and while it isn't too painful, it's discomforting having all that milk stored up in you. The spread of latex also seems to have slowed. While before it went up to your upper groin area, where your new udder is now, it is now in your lower chest, only making this progress over the course of about forty-five minutes. You have also learned a little bit on how to walk with your new digitigrade, hooved legs. Admittedly, you're still a little unbalanced, but you feel it come a little more naturally to you now.

Finally, you have returned to where the cow is. She is still contently chewing away at the bush, though she happily moos when you walk into her field of view. Her udder also seems to have grown a bit since you last saw her. How you are sure of this, you don't know, but it seems bigger now. The latex puddle underneath has also grown in size, though only slightly. Where the puddle meets the ground it seems to solidify, forming a shiny latex coat just outside the reaches of the puddle. Why did you come here again? Ah, right, the cow might have a few questions to your answers. But first, more important matters should be taken care of.

You crouch down on your heels, hooves just outside the edge of the puddle. Grabbing the cow's teats again, you start milking her, now with a little more expertise. She moos happily, squirts of milk enlarging the small puddle of milk ever so slightly. This milking session doesn't last as long as the last, though you feel you did a better job this time. Eyes glancing down at the puddle of milk, you sit down normally, hooves dipping into the puddle. Without warning, the puddle begins to shrink in size, while speeding up the latex coating your lower half until the latex reaches up to your collarbone and begins to form two small, humanlike rubber breasts. Observing your new additions, you rest a hand on it only to learn that your breasts are very sensitive, sending a wave of pleasure through your latex skin.

Panting at the sudden tingle of lust, you sit there and fondle yourself for a while before drawing your attention back to the latex milk puddle. You have a sudden compulsion to drink from it, and without thinking, you scoop it up in both your hands and let it flow down your mouth. The latex in contact with your hands quickly coats them with latex and starts spreading up your arms, forming the same white-and-spotted-black pattern on your lower half. Meanwhile, the latex that you drank flows down your throat, coating all it touches and beginning to expand out of your mouth, forming a rubbery cow muzzle around it. You let out a pleasured moo as the latex from your muzzle also begins to spread across your whole head, forming one of a cow's. When it meets the latex of your torso down, it stops spreading and begins enlarging your breasts, making them further sensitive.

After what feels like hours of senseless pleasure of fondling yourself and milking your own udder, you awaken to find yourself and the latex cow both lying down in a very big puddle of white liquid latex.

Now, what will you do?