Who is Angela calling

Her daughter Kirsten

"Hello Mom? What's up?"

"Kirsten oh thank god I was worried you might be in a class, I need help!" stammered a panicked Angela

"Mom calm down, what's wrong?" replied Kirsten

"I don't know, I think I'm seeing things. I feel lightheaded... And I... Honey I'm seeing things!" Cried the maximum mammoried mother trying hard to resist herself.

"Mom I'm coming over right now, you to stay put, go sit down on the couch and I'll be there in 15 minutes," came the strong confident tones of Kirsten Seraphi. John had always thought she was the prettiest of Angela's daughters, she'd make an excellent cow.

Angela stumbled forward bidding her daughter farewell before trying to take her advice. The magnificent MILF placed her hand on the kitchen counter trembling, she tried to resist the desire to finger herself, to put her hands back on her milky teats. The play with herself, to let the pleasure overwhelm her.

She was panting, trying to hold herself in, stumbling over to the tap and pulling herself another glass of water. John smiled knowing that that would only magnify the effect, draw her closer towards her inevitable transformation.

He was going to let this play out a little longer, see if Kirsten would be able to resist the pheromone pollution her mother was putting out. Then again with the way Angela was gulping down that glass of water she might be fully transformed before her daughter even arrived.