Goo filled the tube, smelling of patures, grass and other, not unpleasant, things. He was lulled to sleep by the sensation and, when he awoke, he was somewhere else. VR or not, it was shocking to be moved about like that.
Jim seemed to be standing in the middle of an open pasture. In the distance he could see a large farmhouse and barn and in the space between, nothing but grass, cows and feeders. Remembering his selection, he performed a quick personal survey and found...nothing abnormal. He was still a human male. He shrugged and set off for the farm house.
Jim quite enjoyed his walk. The scenery was pleasant and the weather was terrific. It really was quite the bucolic setting. Strangely enough, after walking a fairly good distance, he found it strangely arousing. He felt an odd sensation with each step that brought a small burst of pleasure. He continued on, approaching the herd. The further he went, the better the walking became.. .actually, it was beginning to border on painful. His pants had started to seem awfully tight. Jim glanced down and saw his pants were straining at the seams--he was bulging from the inside! Jim quickly sat--and felt a burst of pleasure as he jiggled. He pulled his shoes off, and tried to unzip his pants. It was so tight, the zipper could move. the fun was over, he was beginning to feel serious pain, now. He slid his hands in his tightening waistband and pulled...the pants parted at the zipper and he threw them off. He laid back as soothing pressure slid over him. He felt good again...really good. There was a very pleasurable sensation...like a balloon inflating in his crotch. Soon, even that sensation started to result in pain. It was only then that he glanced down and saw what had been happening...what he had been too blinded by relief to examine.
Barely restrained by jockey shorts stretched to their maxium, was a huge set of dairy cow udders. Through the gaps in the material and leg holes, he could see the leathery, stark white skin of the bag. His four nipples were a good six inches long, and potruding out. As he was watching, the material gave up the ghost and his mammaries wobbled free. Once again, the release of pressure consumed him. He couldn't believe how good that felt. Once again, that relief cost him. What brought him out of his reverie this time was the feeling of the warm flesh spreading out over his thighs and stomach. He glanced down and saw the pronounced globe of his udders still stretching and growing. The sensation was still fantastic, but his growing concern was with just how big these things were going to get. He stood, slowly and carefully, the heavy bag weighing him down. He noticed his hips had become much wider to accomodate the flesh and that he could walk fairly unobstructed. He waddled in his new gait over to a metal feeder and leaned up against it. He glanced down and saw his udders were as large as any cow's, hanging nearly to his knees. He groaned and leaned up against the feeder. He noticed how good the feed smelled, and shaking his head at his sudden hunger, dove into the grain. He chewed down mouthful after mouthful... this time his reverie broken by a nearly orgasmic sensation.
Glancing back, he was stunned to see a calf, maybe six months old, nuzzling his taut udders. That sensation alone was worth anything he was going through. When he felt the calf take a nipple in it's mouth, and the moist warmness rising, he was pushed even higher. He uttered a startled "Mooooo!" as milk began to flow. The sensation remained.
Jim noted with some shock, that as the pleasure grew, so did his udders. Instead of shrinking as he assumed they would, they kept swelling. By the time the calf had finished, the lowest curve was brushing the top of the well-chewed grass. He was at least twice the size of any other cow in the field. He shuddered when he realized he thought of himself as a cow, but his personal identity seemed to accept it.
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