Mooo?

It was a cow. Two small horns grow painlessly from your skull as your male equipment changes into its female counterpart. Udders grow just above your crotch and two large breasts are barely contained within your shirt. Your breasts and udders begin to fill with milk as a strange apparatus is attached to them by the witch.

"Now," she exclaims "you will supply me with as much milk as I need!"

Written by Forever (edited by wanderer)

Falling in love with a witch?
The witch pities
She's not "DUN" with you yet!

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