Bad End 2 - How Now Brown Cow
#2 of Bad End Series
The Bad End Series is a series of shorts written to emulate various Bad Ends often found in old Choose Your Own Adventure stories, only these adventures tend to end much more erotically...
In this story, you learn it's probably not wise to accept drinks from strange farmers in unfamiliar, kinky lands. Or rather you would have learned that, were your new form capable of such advanced thinking.
Tired from your long walk under the blazing sun and immensely relieved to have found such a friendly farm in these unfamiliar lands, you gratefully accept the glass of cold milk offered by the farmer.
He smiles as you raise the glass to your lips and polish it off in three large gulps, slaking the thirst that had been plaguing you the last few hours. You hand the glass back and thank the farmer, panting as you feel a little flushed, but you brush it off as exhaustion from the trip.
The farmer asks where you're from, smile still plastered on his face, and you can't help but smile back. How lucky you were to find such a nice man! You try to respond and tell him about your home, but for some reason the words aren't coming. You can vaguely picture the hamlet where you were born and raised, but the name constantly evades your grasp.
A strange pressure in your crotch catches your attention and you idly reach down to rub there, finding it a little swollen. Wait- don't grope yourself in front of a stranger. That's weird. You shake your head clear and return to the topic of... wait, what were you talking about?
The pressure in your crotch spikes and this, along with the muddled confusion in your head, causes you to yell out and fall to your knees. You're on the verge of panicking until his voice catches your attention. You look up at the nice farmer as he smiles and rubs your neck, telling you everything's fine, and you calm down again.
With his free hand the farmer reaches for the clasp on your bottoms, undoing it and letting them fall to the ground. The pressure you had been feeling was immediately relieved as your udder came spilling out, allowing it to hang free...
Wait, your udder? That's not....
Your train of thought is again derailed as the farmer gives one of your teats a squeeze, making pleasure jolt through your body as milk squirts from the tip. He does it again, making your body rock with pleasure and you can't help but point your bovine muzzle skyward and moooo loudly. You hear him chuckle at this as he continues to milk you, talking to you in a gentle voice and telling you what a good cow you are. Saying how you must have been desperate for a good milking. Telling you how you'll be such a good cow and produce lots of milk for him.
The farmer stops and rights himself, tearing the now very constrictive shirt from your changed body before helping guide you to standing positon on your four hooves. You stand there staring dumbly out across the fields as he leaves for a moment, returning with a length of rope which he winds around your neck as a makeshift leash and uses it to pull you along as he walks.
Your full and needy udder sways beneath you with each step as you follow the nice farmer into the barn packed full of other cows in pens. You are led into an empty stall and the farmer gives your udder one last squeeze before attaching a nozzle to each of the teats. You mooo again as the milking machine begins its work, emptying your udder while flooding your mind with pleasure.
Thus begins your new life as a dairy cow, your quest now forgotten and abandoned. But you don't have to worry about that now. In fact, you don't have to worry about anything but being milked ever again!