Chapter 5

Would I make her tits smaller?

Nope, her tits and ass are getting bigger

"Nope, but you'll feel better once they've been milked" I clicked my fingers once more. Dark patches began appearing on her skin.

She looked at the back of her arm where one about 8 inches around was forming. "What's happening?"

"Don't worry about it old cow. It'll all become clear soon.

"Nooo, What is this?" Suddenly her legs gave way and she dropped to all fours. She turned to look at me. Small horns were protruding through her hair at the sides of her head, and they were growing. Her lips were getting bigger, projecting outwards from her face. "Noo, doon't, moooo." she objected. "I, moooooo! Yoooouuu! Nooo! moo" Her eyes became larger and I could see the intelligence begin to leave them. The horns grew larger. Mrs Russo began turning in circles on her hands and knees, looking at everything in her room as if for the first time. "Mooo," she said, then repeated it a few more times, but no longer with any sense of anger or panic.

I went and got the basin from the kitchen and sat in the middle of the room with it. Mrs Russo crawl-waddled up to me, massive breasts swinging ponderously underneath her. She stopped beside me. "Moo".

"Well said old cow," I reached underneath her and grabbed one of her distended nipples in each hand and began yanking them downwards alternately. The old woman's tits gushed milk into the basin. Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!