Second Changes - Annie

Annie got up and wrestled out of her clothes. She didn't know what the next part of her plan was, but they hadn't been on right anyway. And letting her new body breathe felt wonderful. She mooed and stroked her dripping nipples. It was milking time again. Droplets tickled her stomach as they fell, and she quivered with an audible giggle.

"Moooooooooooo..." she moaned huskily and instinctively. She didn't have control over the flow. The ducts within her tits were overburdened with their production and the fluid followed the path of least resistance right out Annie's throbbing nipples. She mooed huskily again, and steadied herself against the wall. She dug her fingers into her moistening slit, continuing to moo, moo, moo.

She crushed a tit, fluid shot into her nipple, and she gushed heavily. She came and melted against the wall to the floor. The weight and girth of her creamy tits was hot in itself. Hot, creamy fluid literally dribbled to the floor below her. She mooed wildly and panted. She salivated, mesmerized at how much she wanted to pull on her nipples. Just tug on them. Trying to grab both tits at once to do just that, she clumsily fell forward face-first into the floor. She rose back up, dizzy and confused. With a lopsided, playful grin, she forgot it, and just grabbed one tit this time. She drug her hand over her tit as she squeezed, pushing the generous production into her nipple, then pulled lazily and long as she reached her areoles, letting the fluid slime down over her tummy as she belted out another lazy, slack-jaw moo. She was still horny too.

After falling face-first into the floor again, Annie thought hard, got up, then flopped into her office chair, and returned to masturbating, perpetually aroused by the feeling of release in her tit. She kept milking herself. Milk dribbled over her as she panted and came.

Feeling mischievous, she lapped the creamy remnant from her hand before changing tits. It was delicious. It was just like a cow's milk, just a little sweeter and a little creamier than she was used to. She smiled as she felt an odd sense of pride about that. It would be really appealing milk. She mooed, and her eyes began to glass over again as she felt this brief respite of clarity fading into instinct. Annie didn't fight, and went right along with it.

***

Viscous, bubbling cum drooled from the dick. She realized she'd been staring at it for a while. A couple of...time things...she needed to pee.

Annie slowly, reluctantly drew her attention from the image on her monitor, pushed herself from the computer desk, stood, looked around the apartment for dangerous people, and stumbled to the bathroom. She peed and smacked lazily at her parched mouth as she stared blankly at the opposite wall. Afterwards, she stood, stretched, then looked at her reflection on the way out.

At first, she didn't recognize herself, and felt a primal urge to either fuck or fight whoever was in the mirror. Then she got it as some higher functions flipped themselves back on for a moment. She still barely recognized herself.

There wasn't a speck of white in her eyes. Her pupils were big and black and dull, freakishly large as they almost filled her eyes, surrounded by a thin, dark halo of brown. Her mouth hung agape as she stared into her freaky eyes, still caked with a few crumbs from earlier (which she quickly licked up with her tongue). Drool dried on her chin. Her hair was a mess and crazy. Her tits were large, fat sacs with fat nipples, even empty as they were now. She was covered in the sticky, musky residue of milking. Her stomach had slimmed even more, complimenting her wide, fat marbled hips and ass. She looked like a fetish doll based on a chubby porn star.

What the fuck had happened to her? Annie's heart rate increased. Parts of her brain embattled in fever fired sympathetically, but much too much of her was gone to mount a full revolt. She felt like a jigsaw puzzle that just had half its pieces painted over. Everything fit together but the image on front. Was she Annie or a cow or was she both?

Annie looked around, panicking and desperate for someone to help her. She mooed fearfully, her amygdala firing in cow mode while her higher thoughts swore she was a person, and people felt...eh...she couldn't pull up the right thoughts. Thinking was like a...whatever it was. She couldn't think of what it was called. She couldn't think of what a lot of things were called. Just moo. And images. She could think of the things that were, but couldn't describe them.

Her blood pressure began to lower, and her heart rate slowed. She felt herself relax. Rationally it concerned her, and she tried to think of a way not to relax, but emotionally she couldn't do anything but.

Terrifyingly alien knowledge came from within her own mind: Unnecessary higher brain functions need to cease until homeostasis is achieved. This is a failed adjustment.

What did that mean? And had she just thought that? How did she think it without understanding? Her head was spinning.

Her stomach grumbled again, drawing her interest from her reflection and the concern it had produced. The alien thoughts and all her concern about it faded back into blissful autopilot. She was Annie, she was cow, and she was hungry. There was no need for complication.

She headed to the kitchen. Once there, she opened the fridge, then bit into a remainder of a head of lettuce, mooing and munching at the same time. The green made her think of fuzzy, leafy fields, and cows. She knew cows ate that fuzzy stuff. She was eating something like it. She smiled, and kept her feeding going.

She finished her munching, then looked around the kitchen in an unfocused daze. She tugged softly on a nipple, finding a lingering dribble (which she lapped up from her fingers) then continued to gently tug to stimulate production. She stood there, fridge door still open, dark empty eyes glassy and distant until she finally started to produce, which sent a thrill down her spine. She smiled and felt a manic rush of excitement. Her pulse quickened.

Her tits had fattened, taut with milk. She squeezed both, and dribbled onto the floor. Spurts shot against the wall. She mooed at the top of her lungs, right from the back of her throat. It felt great!

After a few more wasteful squeezes, she pushed her nipple into her own mouth. The rich, sweet, creamy taste flooded her mouth. The rapid flow caught Annie by surprise. She plopped the tit back out, coughing milk up and gasping for air.

After catching her breath, Annie continued. Sucking felt even better than milking. She stroked her inner pussy lips, teasing, occasionally letting thick gushes fall from her mouth when she caught her breath. That watery weak sauce would barely compare to the rich cream she was making now. She mooed proudly and enjoyed.

After she finished milking and masturbating, for now, she relaxed and caught her breath. She briefly considered the messy kitchen, smiled weakly, then wobbled back to her computer and collapsed into her chair. She traced a finger up and down the length of her nipple. It sent a relaxing pulse throughout her, even without the need to milk.

She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling in a blissful daze. She mooed occasionally, deep and loud.She needed to get laid. She wiggled uncomfortably, still wanting to masturbate. She was soooooooo horny.

Annie gave a frustrated, blustered moo, and sucked on a tit. The product was weaker than before, but much appreciated. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through her. As quickly as the tension had come, her blood pressure rapidly dropped, and the concerns fled her mind. She sighed happily. She was horny, so she touched herself some more.

She slowly mulled back over the idea of getting laid, much more playfully and calmer this time. Since she was already masturbating, she thought of different ways she could get laid. Like positions. She supposed the best way was to lean forward and offer it up, that way she or they could milk her without making a mess all over themselves. But thinking about that was hot too. Annie wanted to make a mess all over herself, like she already had. She just wanted a guy rubbing against her at the same time. And...mmmm...she mooed...sucking was possible if they faced each other. She sucked her tit again, only getting a paltry, unsatisfying dribble this time. The sensation was what it was about though. Someone could definitely suck on her nipples. But what was she supposed to do about any of it? She could see the mechanics of fucking and breeding and even milking, but she couldn't remember how she was supposed to find a mate in the first place.

Where was the dick? she questioned herself. Still no dick around. She was really getting the feeling she needed some dick now. She made herself cum thinking about dick. And still she wanted some. She looked about, hungry, confused, and determined...for a cow. About all she could do was moo. Still no dick. What was the deal? What did she...

A knock came at the door. Annie jumped, not sure what that was about. Then she remembered knocking on doors, and got the hint. Someone wanted in. Someone that immediately flipped on some of her memory cells. Remembering how to use a peephole, she looked through to confirm.

Natalie.

Annie's brain lit up, calling up just the facts and memories relevant to Natalie. She knew who Natalie was. She randomly fired through memories that conveyed some impression of her friend. She also remembered Natalie had supposedly done some lesbian stuff a few years ago. Never confirmed and probably just a rumor, but to Annie-cow that didn't really matter. The only facts that mattered were Natalie friend, might like girls, and she needed in the door. Natalie was here to help. Friend.

Annie stared at the door, trying to think more like a person so she could handle this, but finding that she didn't really care to put in the effort. She was much too cow now. She didn't even understand this door. There was another knock. Her brain finally coughed up the necessary information, so she finally flipped the lock over. The door opened without another sound.