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The year is almost over, thank god. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a terrible year, but it was certainly very, very, and I mean very busy. I was really hoping that the upcoming year was going to be more laid back, I really needed to catch my breath without having to deal with my job, worrying about my finances, sleep deprivation, some minor health issues due not working out in a long time and other smaller things that barely squeezed into my busy schedule every week.
I was confident in taking care of all of these issues, but the thing I really needed to accomplish this was time. I prayed that next year, everything was going to be different… Perhaps I should’ve phrased that in a different way, because I guess some magical entity must’ve heard me mutter these words and on the night of the 31st of December, I experienced some of the strangest changes my body has ever gone through.
This very likely happened during my sleep, both from the fact that I was an average guy the night before and also due to the strange and perverted imagery shown within the dreams I had that night. They seemed to be wet dreams, but unlike my usual ones where I’d be banging a beautiful lady’s cheeks, it was a bunch of weird fetishistic fantasies.
The short yet intense dreams ranged in weirdness, from simply having sex from the point of view of a woman, all the way to being a half-human half-cow hybrid who got milked and got pleasured by such action. Even the tamer ones were very strange to me, like why was I dreaming about a man inserting his penis inside a pussy I didn’t have and look at my bouncy tits that I also didn’t have in real life? I don’t even want to start asking all the questions I got from the fetish-fueled ones.
The morning of the 1st of January, I woke up as I normally would any other day, struggling to keep my eyes open as I very slowly but surely woke myself up. In this sleepy state, I could feel that some things were off, like a lot of small details were wrong. One of the more obvious ones was a super heavy weight on my chest and some sloshing noises coming from a place unknown to me.
My eyes shot wide open once I saw the thing, or rather, things that were present on my chest. They were two enormous tits, some of the biggest, if not the biggest pair I’ve seen in my entire life, ones that were very close to me… I was the owner of them! I tried to get up from my bed, struggling quite a lot to do so. I felt weak and heavy, a not-so-great combo to have if you ask me.
I genuinely couldn’t believe what my own body had become… I was a fat cow, and this isn’t me insulting those larger ladies out there, I was literally part cow!.. And fat too. I had to make sure this wasn’t yet another degenerate dream, slapping my face a couple times, the last one slightly hurting, after which I realized that this was reality.
After waddling towards my bedroom’s mirror, I could see how feminine and plump I was. I was never in the best shape to begin with, but now I had a ton of chub hanging from my abdomen, a large and soft gut, if you will. It was impossible to ignore such a massive amount of flesh, grabbing onto a pair of love handles of the many I now possessed to get a feel for its size and weight.
The last thing I expected when touching my fat tum was for it to cause me to moan. Why the hell was it so sensitive?! Letting go and letting all that pudge jiggle, I grabbed onto the next obvious things, my breasts. They were huge, that’s for sure… I don’t even know what to say about them, they’re just a pair of giant titties! I was expecting them to be equally or even more sensitive than my tum, playing with my nipples revealed that the latter was certainly the case
I also had a massive ass. I wasn’t into ‘big ladies’, but damn, I wouldn’t hesitate clapping these gargantuan cheeks any day… guess I’m the one who’s supposed to get fucked now. I had no clue how that was going to work, as I still saw myself being the one railing rather than the one being railed, but it was physically impossible thanks to the lack of a penis.
Aside from being a rather plump woman, I also had a lewd cow print bikini on, having no clue where my pajamas I had slept with had gone. This would only make it more obvious to anyone that yes, I’m partially a cow, just in case they hadn’t noticed the horns and cow-like ears. Oh, did I even mention that my tits lactated? Yeah… I’m not surprised, but that didn’t make the fact that I was a fat milky cow girl any less strange.
The lactation only added to the weird yet erotic nature of the current situation. I also hate to admit that my own milk… never thought I’d be saying that… tastes surprisingly good… Look, I had to give it a taste, otherwise my hands would be covered in the creamy substance, or it would dampen my surroundings, it was my only option! I swear!
I turned around to grab my phone, it was ringing. Upon picking it up, I was told by a masculine voice to wait outside for a ride to get to work. I tried to ask what ride and job he was talking about, but purposely didn’t answer. Just in case, I waited outside with my revealing attire, waiting for some guy to come pick me up. I wasn’t ready to see a rich guy in a fancy limousine.
Me being in this foreign body had made me desensitized to the weirdness of this, just going along with whatever this new reality had for me. Upon getting in, I was met with a ton of other women with the same clothes, large milky tits and big bubble butt. Some were pretty fit, some were very overweight, nonetheless, we were all lactating cow women.
I would arrive at a farm where I would be doing my new job. On the way here, I was told that my job was simple, get milked by machines, that’s it. Do that for four hours and get paid even more than my previous nine-to-five job. I had realized that this likely had to do with my wish for this new year.
This was strange, as stated a million times before, but perhaps it was what I needed all this time, something way more relaxing, I now had a lot more time than ever before while only working a part-time job that could pay the bills. We’ll see if I jive with this whole ‘getting milked as a job’ thing, feeling optimistic about this new year.
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