January 1

January 1 

"On the eighth day of Christmas my true love made herself.... a cowgirl a-milking!" 

The next morning, the first of the new year, I woke up in bed alone. 

I stretched out and thought about the night before. After our first pool sex session, Emily and I spent the rest of the day playing in the pool, fucking in the hot tub, and generally enjoying a relaxing and sexy evening of Emily being an ocotomaid. Eventually, Emily's metabolism caught up with her and we packed our things and headed home. I watered the houseplants. When we got home, we quickly realized that Emily's ocotomaid body needed to be in water to be comfortable. While she could easily move on land and could breathe air, she found that dry skin started to hurt. So we rang in the new year sitting in her bathtub, drinking champagne and eating sushi (which Emily described as decadently perverse). And then after the ball dropped, we fucked each other in Emily's standing shower. Emily had spent the night sleeping in the bathtub. It seemed like the simplest solution to her need for an aqueous environment and, since she could breathe underwater, a safe way to sleep. 

Seeing it was late morning, I thought I'd go rouse the siren of the house. I burst into the bathroom and announced "Happy new year!" 

Emily, who was splayed out in the tub groaned and raised a tentacle over her eyes. "Oww, why would you do that?" 

I could see that another tentacle was clutching the neck of an empty champagne bottle, which was one more than I had left her with the night before. "I see you kept the party going without me." 

Emily whined, "I couldn't sleep and was bored...." 

"Well it's time to get up, let's get you fed and get you your next change and you can sleep off the hangover...." 

"Ugh, well I want a shower first. I've been steeping in hangover tub all night." She reached out with her tentacles. "Help me up." I pulled her up to her tips, and she circled me in a hug. I gently guided her to the shower stall and helped her in, but when I turned to go she snagged me in her tentacles and dragged me in after her and closed the door. She kissed me with her sour-tasting mouth and pushed me against the tile wall. She placed her hands on either side of my head and used four of her tentacles to pin my arms and legs to the wall. "You know, what always helps me with a hangover headache? A proper rogering." 

She kissed me again harder and I felt her labia flop against my leg as she released it from her body cavity. Two more of her tentacles snaked around my waist and thighs and she drew herself to me and lowered her octomaid cunt into my now erect penis. I felt her vagina sphincter contract and the slow ripple of her humping begin. She raised another limb, turned the shower on to and slipped it behind my back. So there we were, me all bound up in Emily's limbs, and Emily draped over me, fucking me excruciatingly slowly. Emily was really taking her time with her reverse-humping, keeping me well away from the brink, massaging my back and ass with her tentacles. Ever so gradually she started to pick up speed, orgasming herself now and then again and again, until she finally decided to let me cum and released me from the wall enough that I could grab onto her and fuck her as fast and hard as I wanted. We both howled in orgasm and slid to the floor of the shower together. Emily pushed her wet hair out of her face and smiled. "Now I'm feeling much better." 

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After our shower I brought Emily some breakfast in bath and her next transformation elixir. After she drank it, I put a tarp down on the floor next to her bed, built Emily a nest of damp towels and carried a drowsy octomaid to her bedroom. I spent the rest of the day, uneventfully surfing the web, building on a model robot I got as a gift, and watching New Year's Day movie marathons on TV. The only real thing of note was an email from Meredith saying she may have found something. 

I was just finishing the assembly of one of the models hands when I heard Emily come down the stairs. I looked up and found myself surprised but what I saw! Emily had made herself a cow! 

Well, more like a cowgirl. She was still mostly her human self, but had squired a few cookie traits: she was sporting a cows tail, a pair of cute cow horns, a wider nose, and elongated bovine ears. But the most exciting changes were her mammaries. On her chest she had four large breasts, arranged into rows, each tipped with a two-inch long teatlike nipple. And there, on her hips was a big, pink cows udder complete with four long teats. The breasts and udder surged, and swung with every step. When she reached the bottom, Emily smiled at me, raised her hands above her head, making her breasts jut out further, and turned a slow spin, giving me the full circle view of her body. Which, when she turned her backside to me, made me realize that she had also gotten chubbier with this change, expanding in her ass and thighs. She was certainly a zaftig cowgirl. As she finished her spin, she cocked her hips and thrust out her udders, and struck a pose. Looking at me, she quirked an eyebrow and said. "Moo!" 

I laughed. "Let me guess: cowgirl a-milking." 

She grinned and nodded. "Mooo!" 

"Does this mean you're lactating?" 

"Moooooo. MoooOOOooo!" 

"Can you not talk?" 

She shrugged. "Moo!" 

Emily walked over to me, her front side rippling with every step. She kissed me on the lips and mooed happily. I raised my hands and cupped her four breasts, stroking them eliciting another contented low. Her breasts felt heavy and warm to the touch, and her long tipples were hard and rubbery to the touch. Emily mooed at me insistently and guided my hands down to her udder. It was hot and leathery to the touch, and squishier than I was expecting. I ran my hand over the udder and Emily shivered and mooed. I wrapped my hand around one of her teats, and Emily bristled, I gave it an experimental tug and she gasped. I tugged again and again, and a bead of milk appeared on the teat. Emily was panted and as I tugged again, she let out a long, aroused "MoooOOOOoooooOO!!" 

Emily hooked one her feet behind mine and shoved me to the floor, falling on top of me. I could feel the considerably, warm weight of her udder resting on my lap. She pushed her chest against my face and mooed urgently. I kissed her cleavage and fondled her tits, but she kept mooing with need, and eventually lifted a breast and shoved it's nipple into my mouth. Understanding what she wanted I suckled, and was rewarded by a thick, creamy stream of milk. "MmmOOOOOoooOOOO!!!" Emily howled and bucked on my crotch. I pulled my mouth off the one breasts and latched onto another, drinking deeply again. Emily kept lowing and bucking, her tail thrashing around. I switched to another breast and another, and the cow noises Emily was making were getting wilder and wilder. 

Suddenly she scootched forward, and while I kept drinking from her tits, she reached behind her and unfastened my pants, freeing my aching cock. She pulled my mouth off her nipple, laboriously turned around, and lowered herself onto my cock in what was appropriately reverse cowgirl. Her udder spilled out of her lap, and into the space between my legs, warm and strange while the site of her fleshy ass and flailing cow tail filled my view. She began to rock her hips and begin to fuck me, hands groping and fondling her four tits. She picked up speed, and started to emit groaning little moos with every thrust. As she got going faster, really starting to thrust back onto me, she released her tits and started to grab her udder, pumping her teats. She threw back her head and bellowed "MOOOOOOOooOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" in orgasm, grinding her ass and hips into me. The site drove me over the edge, and I felt myself erupt inside her. Emily collapsed forward, sighing a happy little moo. 

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Not content to spend the day at home, Emily decided we should take another field trip. She dug through the winter clothes I had been leaving at her place and found a very large floppy touque, which she pulled over her head to disguise her ears and horns, and an extra large overcoat of mine, which between the size difference and lining managed to somewhat disguise her bovine curves. Emily surveyed herself in a mirror and mooed in satisfaction. She then presented me with my peacoat and winter cap, and dragged me to the car. This time she drove to preserve the surprise. 

We finally pulled into the historic village museum, a small fake town made to appear like it was still the 1900s. The town museum always decorated itself for the holidays and still was apparently having Christmas themed nights as late as New Years. Emily mooed at me and shooed me out of the car. I bought us two tickets (by donation), of course doing the talking. 

We walked up fake mainstreet passing a general store, a saloon that in the summer is a restaurant, a library, a schoolhouse, a smithy. Emily mooed appreciatively at the festive bunting and paper craft holiday decorations. I made fun of the anachronistic Christmas lights, which got me a disproving moo and shove from Emily. The 'streets' of the town were mostly deserted and there was a distinctive lack of carolers (which had been advertised), but the few other people in the outdoor museum stared at Emily. She looked at them and mooed loudly while waving. I stated at her and she shrugged, offering a slightly apologetic low. 

We approached an old timey concession stand and Emily chose an artisanal lollipop while I ordered a black coffee. We resumed our walk, popping into a period residential apartment filled with period furniture and Christmas decorations. I blew on my coffee to cool it, took a sip and.... "Blah!" 

Emily gave me an inquisitive look. "Moo?" 

"This coffee is awful! Normally I can drink whatever but this tastes like battery acid soaked socks." 

Emily lowed thoughtfully, grabbed me by the hand and marched us around the side of building to a somewhat hidden footpath. She opened her jacket, hitched up her skirt, and pulled her udder free. She took my coffee cup, and delivered four squirts of her creamy milk into the beverage, mooing erotically with each tug, and handed me back my coffee. I took a sip and smiled. "Wow. That's much better." Emily grinned and mooed in satisfaction, and repositioned her disguise. Although, based in her flushed look and the way she was running her thighs together, her brief milking would be trouble. 

We finished our circuit of the town centre, breezed through the warehouse containing period vehicles and then started down a footpath to the farmhouse. The farmhouse and associated outbuildings were somewhat isolated from the rest of the museum and seemed to be closed for the evening. Emily mooed in disappointment, but decided to tugged me to walk around the farm with her anyway. When we reached the farms barn, a big old wooden number, we saw that it was partially open to the night. Apparently it was one of those museum buildings that you could see into but were barred from entering by a half wall disguised to look like short door. We looked in and saw a big, straw strewn floor, and some farming implements. Emily nudged me and pointed at a milking stool and Paul by an anodized milk jug. She had a worryingly mischievous twinkle in her eye. She pointed and mooed, gesturing like she wanted to climb in. I shook my head no, that it was a bad idea. She snorted and made for the wall, awkwardly trying o climb over it, encumbered as she was by her breasts and udder. I sighed and helped boost her over. Emily mooed happily and helped drag me over after her. And there we were in the barn. It was dark, with light only spilling in trough the door and a few windows high in the loft, and smelled of hay and very faintly of animals. I couldn't believe we were in there. 

Emily waddled over to the stool and pail and dragged them both a stall that was out of view of the where we entered. She sat the old stool on the straw covered ground, and started stripping off her clothes, letting her tail swing free and exposing her altered breasts and udder. She looked at me, pointed at the stool and mooed imperiously. Understanding what she wanted I walked over and sat in the stool. Emily mooed her approval, spread her legs, and bent over at the waist, hands touching the wall of the stall in front of her. Her breasts and udder dangled below here, tears pointed at the floor in a way I could now easily reach from the stool. Emily clearly wanted me to milk her like a cow. 

I reached out and grasped a teat on her udder, making a fist around the warm tube. I gave it a smooth tug, and a squirt of milk shot out and plunked into the bucket. Emily mooed happily and her tail frisked. I grabbed a second teat and repeated the motion, eliciting another squirt of milk and moo from Emily. I pulled again and again, getting the hang of it and picking up speed. Soon I was milking my cowgirl, milk dribbling into the pail, and Emily panting and mooing in pleasure. I started to whistle. The pail was nearly full when Emily's moos started to sound desperately horny. 

I stood up, slipped off clothes, and walked around the still bent-over, standing Emily. Stopping behind her, I saw how swollen and wet her pussy was, how her thighs were trembling and how her tail was cocked to expose her privates. Emily looked back at me desperately and mooed imploringly. I smiled lasciviously, "does my cow want something?" 

Emily let out a tremendous bellow and thrust her ass at me. I stepped up behind her, placing my hands on her fleshy ass, and slid the length of my cock into her sopping cunt. Emily bellowed again. I started thrusting immediately, hard long aggressive surveys that rocked Emily in her ankles and made her gasp and moo in pleasure. She pushed her hips back in counterpoint to my thrusts, increasing the force of our fucking. This got her udder seining below her, slapping her stomach and my legs with every stroke of my cock in her cunt. Our bestial noises grew louder and more instead until all at once intended and came in my cowgirl who bellowed the loudest moo I'd heard yet and spammed against me. And that, fucking a cowified Emily in an abandoned barn, was how I started my new year.

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