Emily Harris stopped at every fast food drive-thru on her route home. In each instance she ordered salads, no dressing, only the leafy vegetables. By the time she reached her home, she felt bloated and her body was so sore. Her joints ached, her breasts were trobbing, and her vision was giving her problems. She had to turn her head to look at something right in front of her, she was very confused.
She was also confused about the work she had to do for her job. She couldn't concentrate at all. She kept thinking of cool shaded streams and green meadows. At last, she lay down on the floor and went to sleep. Luckily she was not awake to feel her face become longer and heavier, her muzzle grow wider with the huge nostrils flaring out. She didn't feel her breasts migrate toward her abdomine while the nipples stretched and be joined by two additional nipples until her udder was complete with four milk filled teats.
Emily's landlord would be furious when her neighbors began calling the police about the bawling of a cow coming from her residence. Neither the landlord, nor the police would be able to understand what appeared to be large tears falling from the face of the milkcow as she was first milked, to relieve her swollen udder, then led out the door to a waiting farm stock truck. The farmer with whom the humane society had been able to place Emily, was excited about the quantity and quality of milk the cow had given. He commented on how he was looking forward to breeding her with his prize bull.
If the farmer or the police officers had looked very closely into Emily's eyes, they would possibly have noticed fear or even terror there.
