You choose.... To get Milk

 


You struggle to suppress the burgeoning desire for a fresh sip of milk, but an unusual sensation of fullness engulfs you, leaving milk as your only solace. You exert every ounce of your willpower, yet resistance proves futile as a farmhand escorts you to the place where the miltanks undergo their milking ritual. 


As you're tethered to the milking apparatus, an unexpected wave of euphoria and elation washes over you. With each rhythmic pull on your novel udders, you begin to drift further into an unorthodox state of mind, akin to that of a bovine. By the time the milking is complete, you've almost forgotten your previous existence as a human. In your newfound clarity, it dawns on you that you've always been a cow and never a human. 


Upon concluding the milking session, you leap with delight, embracing the farmhand before waddling off to join your newfound bovine companions, recognizing your true identity among your sisters.


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