Udderly

By Gregor Daniels

Two complete strangers, Edward and Madison, wake up in a bizarre, futuristic room—where walls can shift, doors can open as if by magic, and grass can sprout from the floor. There are also four welts on their bellies. Little do they know that they're about to meet an anthropomorphic race of cows who have held a grudge against humanity for a very long time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Jul 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005640446

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Epilogue

Copyright © 2020 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

Got milk?

Edward woke to what felt like a hangover—tired, nauseous, and with an eye-stabbing headache. He couldn’t remember drinking the night before. That didn’t mean he hadn’t. Six months ago, his best friend Rick had slammed his mom’s car into a tree after going hard on her tequila stash; Edward only remembered he’d been in the passenger seat after the police report and the Ring doorbell footage.

He clutched his forehead and groaned, trying to search his memories for another metal-crunching fender bender.

He’d be sent to jail this time. Dad’s warning.

Am I in jail already? he wondered, squinting at his gray surroundings. It was some kind of room—small, with no windows, and seemingly illuminated without any obvious lights. The floor was the same color, but padded where he was lying. He saw no doors. No way of entry or exit.

And he saw a woman.

Edward froze. The mystery gal was flat on her stomach with her head turned away. Firstly, he saw very much that she was naked; secondly, her entire body was smeared with a pinkish foam, streaked and clumped unevenly, like sudsy body wash. She was either unconscious or sleeping. Guilty of being a hormonal teenager—and a virgin—Edward couldn’t help but scan his eyes along her nude form, particularly her well-proportioned backside. Since she was face-down, her butt was more apparent. It was a nice butt: large without being flabby. Full was the apt word. Full, round, and pert even with gravity working against it.

He didn’t recognize her, and he couldn’t imagine a healthy posterior such as that belonging to one of his classmates.

Then the limp, motionless body coughed; the woman stirred and weakly pushed herself up partway, her arms trembling to support her body weight. Underneath her torso hung large, firm breasts that retained their shape too well to be natural. She had short hair, but femininely styled.

Now Edward really didn’t know who she was!

"Ugh, what the fu— she began, before coughing some more. Hello? Trent? What the fuck is this?" Then her head turned toward Edward.

He stayed quiet as her face cycled through half a dozen expressions.

Who the hell are you? she demanded. Where’s Trent?

I don’t know anyone by that name, Edward said. I don’t know where I am at all.

What’s that pink stuff?

He’d been so distracted by the eye candy that he’d not noticed the same pink foam on his own body. He pressed his fingertips into a lumpy glob of it that was on his abdomen; it was oily, and actually ticklish if he rubbed it for long enough. It also had a pungent odor that he didn’t recognize—not sweet-smelling like soap was supposed to be.

Also like the woman, he was missing his clothes. Unlike her, he had a noticeable erection.

How old are you? she asked, her gaze flicking between his eyes and his crotch. Like fourteen?

Eighteen, Edward said, his voice cracking. I’m eighteen.

And you have no idea what’s going on?

He shook his head. I just woke up like five minutes ago. I was in bed last night. And then…

Shit. The woman turned herself over and sat against the curved wall. A puzzled look came over her face as she saw the same pink foam on her own body. Like Edward, she wiped her