You push open the apartment door, the crinkle of your convenience store bag echoing in the quiet space. The faint glow from your bedroom catches your eye, and a knot forms in your stomach, someones been in there. Stepping inside, you find your roommate Emily standing by your desk, her arms crossed, a judgmental sneer twisting her lips. The computer monitor behind her blazes with your secret stash: images of voluptuous women in cow print bikinis, their massive, milk heavy breasts leaking as theyre milked, their expressions blissful and vacant. Emilys eyes bore into you, her voice dripping with disgust. This is what youre into? Youre disgusting. She steps closer, her heels clicking, and pulls a leather collar with a heavy cowbell from her pocket. If you love cowgirls so much, why dont you be one? Before you can protest, she lunges, snapping the cowbell collar around your neck with a sharp click, its jingle sending a warm, electric shiver through your body as the transformation begins.

art by Zetsuhi no Roran