Lana was pissed off. She was pissed off at this room that they had given her, even though it was very nice and they had told her several times that they were terribly sorry about the mistake and that she would be allowed to stay at what was essentially a resort and they would pay her for it. She was pissed at the doctor who had brought her in and been so understanding and nice right up until she jabbed what Lana had assumed was some kind of vaccination into her arm. She was mostly pissed at herself for making such a dumbass mistake, although the doctor had assured her that one other person had made the same mistake and that they would work to rectify it in the future. Most of all she was pissed off about her body, and she was pissed at her idiot self.

She stared straight up at the ceiling to avoid looking at her own body. Even then, she could feel it, and that was unpleasant enough. She tried to remember the steps she took to get here. She had her veterinary degree, and she was looking for an internship. Her friend Jonah had pointed out that there was an all-female cowgirl program at a place called Tommy’s Ranch in Wyoming. That was really the sticking point, because she ended up signing up for the apparently far more popular all-female cowgirl program at Tammy’s Ranch in Wyoming, which despite being sparse on details she assumed was what Jonah was talking about. And, though she didn’t see any cows out front at the time she arrived, Tammy’s Ranch indeed looked like a clean, legitimate operation, which it was after a fashion, just not the kind she was expecting.

The doctor also didn’t help here. Her name was Winters, she remembered that much. Lana considered that perhaps she should have read the fine print on the contract she signed, but she had assumed it was just a standard liability matter. That was another reason to kick herself, but she didn’t, on the same account of still not being particularly inclined to think about her body. But thinking about the doctor eventually brought her back to the grievance at hand: whatever she had been injected with, it was distinctly not a rabies vaccine.

The first real hint of that was when she started growing. It was a very awkward, strange feeling - like every part of her body was somehow stretching at once, only in the fat instead of the muscle. This prompted her to engage in her classic move when something medically unusual was happening to her: freaking the fuck out. It was only after a few minutes of careful explanation from Dr. Winters that Lana learned that she was in fact not swelling due to an allergic reaction, but in fact because the injection was making her fat, and it was supposed to do that. She was then instructed, again almost infuriatingly politely by Dr. Winters, that she should probably take her clothes off before they get too stretched out, which only made her freak out even more, and it was at that point that Winters pointed out her mistake and went to go get her manager.

So Lana sat alone in the doctor’s office as she continued to swell and try to regain her bearings. Lana had never thought of herself as a voluptuous woman. Transition had done some things for her figure but there was only so much that could be done when you just trended towards being as slight as she was. After just a few minutes she was feeling lucky she decided to go braless. Her tits had swollen up to the point that they were very near to encroaching the space of her lap and belly, which, for their part, were also swelling. When she stood up, she jiggled. It took a little more effort than before, but not as much as she had thought. And when she looked behind her, sure enough, her ass was also softening and growing and severely stressing her jeans.

Deciding that this was the point where she needed to stop denying reality and start dealing with it, she followed Winters’ advice. When she took off her shirt she was astonished at her tits. And those were tits. She hefted them as the swelling slowed and they reached full size and they were real, no silicone, no nothing. Her nipples had swollen up as well, broad and dark; human anatomy wasn’t exactly her zone of expertise, but if she didn’t know better she’d have said that the injection made her pregnant. Delaying only made getting her jeans off more difficult. She was properly chubby now, top-heavy, but chubby, and trying very hard not to freak out about that fact, or if there was any way to get back to her original body. She wasn’t very upset about being bigger, per se - the thing that she remembered being biggest in her mind was the possibility that if she was permanently like this, then she would have to buy a ridiculous amount of new clothes.

Sighing and still trying to come to grips with all of this, she removed the rest of her clothes and put on a papery hospital gown and put it on. She didn’t have a mirror, but Lana was certain it looked ridiculous on her. Luckily, at that point the swelling seemed to have stopped (how innocent she was, just a few minutes before the swelling started again!) and with a grim curiosity she went to check her weight on the scale in the office. Startlingly, it confirmed her suspicions - she now weighed about 267 pounds. This of course was a significant difference from five minutes ago, when she weighed 141 pounds - like one of those miracle weight loss before and after pics, only in reverse. Uncomfortably, she sat back down on the doctor’s table and waited.

There was, soon enough, a knock at the door. In came Dr. Winters and a rather pleasant looking young woman with a name tag that read “Tammy.” She awkwardly waved hello as they quickly explained to her that she had made a mixup, and because she already signed the contract, they assumed she knew what she was in for. The were quick to reassure her that she would go back to normal after two weeks, but that they could get a reversal serum as soon as three days from now, and that they would gladly compensate her for her time. It was then that Tammy handed her a pamphlet that explained how she in fact had not signed up for a veterinary internship, but a semi-resort experience for women with some very specific fetishes, at which point Lana yelled “What do you mean?” and put her head back and groaned. Winters nodded sympathetically.

“Well, as soon as you’re finished with the second phase of growth, we’ll get you back to your room, and we’ll see you off.”

Lana paused and looked up.

“What do you mean, ‘second phase?’”

“The, uh, udder, should be coming in soon,” said Tammy, “Very sorry that this is all so uncomfortable for you. I’ll be in my office if you need me, Winters.”

“Hey, what do you mean by udder?” said Lana as Tammy left the room, “What did she mean by udder? I already have tits the size of fucking volleyb-”

She was interrupted by a second sensation, similar to the first, but more concentrated this time. Her breasts were swelling again, certainly, but she felt the sensation far more on their interior than their exterior. It was only a small amount, but that sensation was followed immediately by wetness at the very edges of her breasts. She refused to look down. She was definitely lactating. What’s more, a very similar sensation was focusing in on her crotch.

“Oh no,” she said quietly, “What’s happening right now better not be.”

Her dick was growing. Quickly. It wasn’t the same as an erection - there was no arousal behind it, just a sort of slow, steady, unabated growth. And, bizarrely, she could feel her testicles and her fucking prostate growing in kind. Lana was generally quite neutral on having a penis; she didn’t mind it, but she certainly did not want it to become more of a thing, and it was rapidly becoming one of the more notable things about her. The rest of this was already humiliating and strange, but this was the first thing that was truly unwanted, and in spite of her hopes it just kept going, and going, and going. When it was finished, she was certain that there was a very large bulge in her gown that she was quite glad she could not see because of her enormous lactating breasts.

She tried to calm herself. She couldn’t. She went over to the scale as the swelling stopped for the second time, weighed herself, and found that she had somehow gained two pounds of dick and balls. That did not help matters and so she turned to the doctor to vent her fury.

“Hey, Dr. Winters,” she said, “Do you know anything about bovine anatomy?”

“Uh- well-”

“You should. You’re the doctor at a cowgirl ranch,” said Lana, letting venom creep into her voice, “And apparently I signed up to be a cowgirl! So you should know! In fact, I went to college to learn about bovine anatomy. I went into debt to know what a cow looks like!”

She pulled up the gown, and then the small degree of overhanging belly that she now had, then gestured to her crotch.

“Does this look like a fucking udder to you, Dr. Winters? Does it? Or does it look like a penis? Does it look like a dick? Because it certainly feels like a penis to me! Did it ever occur to you, as a person, that maybe somebody wouldn’t want a larger penis? For some reason?”

“I understand you’re upset,” said Winters in a tone so sympathetic that it made Lana feel bad, “I’ve been there myself. I’m going to give you your room key. It’s down the hall, to the left. You can take your time in getting there. If you have any more questions, my office is the second on the right. My apologies. Your handler will be coming around shortly.”

And with that she left Lana to her own devices. And so Lana paced a bit before finally going to her room. She laid down on the bed, cried a bit, and then slowly recovered and tried to put together what just had happened, which inevitably brought her back to the present and her body. The problem between her legs aside, she didn’t even mind the body so much. She certainly never imagined she’d end up lactating at any point in her life, and the sensation was novel for the first thirty minutes until her breasts started feeling as tender and swollen as they were when she first started hormones. The belly was… nice, at the very least. Cute. If it was on another girl, she’d want to kiss it. And having a bit more behind was not unappreciated. She sighed. Three days of being a little uncomfortable. She could live with it. That said, there was a problematic feeling in her testes. As in, they felt like they were still swelling. She would have to complain to them about that.

Eventually, the handler did indeed knock at the door. Lana went and answered it. She was a tall, short-haired girl, wearing overalls and a white tee-shirt. In one hand, she held a box of tissues. She gave Lana a very gentle smile.

“Hey, I heard you had a rough time with your intro,” said the handler, “My name’s Wendy. I’m your designated handler. Would you let me in?”

Lana nodded and gestured for her to come inside. The handler closed the door behind her as Lana sat down on a nearby chair. Wendy held out the box, and Lana used the tissues to clean up her face a little, where her makeup had run and she had given off snot. She sighed heavily, and Wendy sat down on the bed opposite to her.

“I also heard about the mixup,” she said, “Tammy wants to say that she’s very sorry again.”

“Well,” said Lana, “I’d at least hope they’d make some changes if this is the second time this has happened.”

Wendy laughed at that.

“You’re telling me. I told them after the first one came through, at least keep some of the instant reversal stuff on hand if we’re going to keep the name so similar, or better yet make us less discreet about what we do here, but Tammy insisted. Said that if we weren’t discreet then everyone who goes here privately might end up with friends and family knowing even if they didn’t want it to happen, you get the idea.”

“Ah,” said Lana, “I suppose they could at least check at the door.”

“True,” said Wendy, “Lots of girls cry their first time with the program, by the way. You are not the only one. It’s a lot of physical sensations, a lot of hormones, things get emotional, it happens.”

Lana nodded.

“Honestly, it’s not even that bad. It’s mainly just…”

Wendy interrupted.

“Remember, I’m totally confidential. You can say whatever you want to me. There’s no wrong thing to say here.”

“...it’s the first time I’ve felt dysphoric in a while. About my crotch,” said Lana quietly.

Wendy nodded knowingly.

“I suspected it might be something like that. It’s a lot even for girls who are really bought into the whole udder idea. If we had known, we could have arranged for something different, but… no point in ruminating on it. Let me tell you a little about myself. My job is to make you comfortable for the duration of your stay, whatever that means. Now, a lot of girls are here to engage in some sex stuff, but I want to remind you that there is no pressure involved here. We want to maintain a healthy, consensual environment, right? Because of that, there’s uh, well, a self-milking station on the second floor. Lets you vent without anyone else around. If you need that, I’d really suggest it.”

“Oh,” she said, “Thank you for telling me. My breasts were getting a little sore.”

“Yeah, they’ll be like that about once every… six to eight hours if you aren’t milking regularly. I’d say once in the morning, once at night to get on a decent schedule. Would you mind if I measured you?”

“Measured?”

“What, did you think we’d make you wear a hospital gown the whole time? We’ll get your size and send down some clothes to your room.”

“I kind of assumed it was a nudist affair,” said Lana, laughing a little herself and standing.

“Nah, nah,” said Wendy, pulling a small tape measure from her pocket, “We might be kinksters but we’re not all sadists. Unless you want us to be.”

Wendy was refreshingly professional compared to the rest of the operation. Lana could tell, obviously, that Wendy was certainly checking her out, but she was keeping her hands quite respectful as she measured her bust, waist and thighs. She smiled and continued to speak.

“So, you’re a veterinarian?”

“Yes. But that’s boring,” said Lana, “I went to school and learned a science. How the hell did you land a gig like this?”

“Actually, I was originally going to be an intimacy coordinator for movies, but I looked around and I got recommended to a job at VitaTech. We’re a subsidiary of them, they’re the people who make the serum. You’re taking this all in stride, it seems.”

“Better to be the person who gets on a boat than the one who dies not believing in a flood,” said Lana, “I just got an injection that broke dozens of laws of biology, and quite a few more of physics. At this point I feel like anything could happen and I could probably accept it.”

“Fair enough,” Wendy said as she finished her measuring, “Now, you mentioned discomfort with your crotch. A lot of trans women who pass through here like calling it an udder-”

“I’m not calling it that. I don’t think I can - I can’t conceptualize of what’s between my legs as anything other than a dick. Believe me, I tried to vibe with girlcock, I tried to vibe with clit, it just…”

Lana sighed.

“It’s a thing for me.”

“Of course,” said Wendy.

“Also, my testicles are still swelling.”

“Yeah, that’s normal.”
“No it isn’t.”

“It’s normal here,” corrected Wendy, “You’ll want to… masturbate to completion every few hours, or else they’re going to get real sore and you’re going to be leaking from three places instead of two.”

Lana put her hand to her temple. This was going to be pain, having to interact with this unwantedly large appendage.

“Hey,” said Wendy, “We can work through this. Now, a lot of girls here also have an interest in hypnosis and mental alteration.”

“Oh,” said Lana blithely, “Of course they do. You know hypnosis is fake, right?”

“Well, only kinda. VitaTech has its fingers in a lot of pies, apparently. I can use it to make you more comfortable with this,” said Wendy, “But I really want to make sure that you’re comfortable with the idea of that before I do it. We can do this at the lowest level, it wouldn’t affect your intelligence or ability to consent, it would only slightly change how you think about your body.”

Lana thought about this for a long time, then shrugged. This might as well happen given everything else that happened today. Comfort sounded like a great thing right about now.

“Alright,” she said, “But only the bare minimum, you hear me?”

“Bare minimum,” said Wendy as she pulled a small black box from her overall pocket. It looked almost like an old polaroid camera, only a bit thinner. On one side was a dial, and Wendy carefully set it from five to one.

“See? As low as it goes. Now if you just stare into the lens, and don’t blink.”

Lana did as she was told, still not really believing that this would do all that much for her.

“Are you going to count backwards from ten and make me look into a spiral, or-”

The was a loud whining noise and a blinding white flash that hurt her eyes.

“Ah!”

“There, done,” said Wendy, “Sorry, it’s like a shot, it works better if you don’t know it's coming.”

“That’s not how it works,” said Lana, rubbing the afterimage from her eyes, “It’s less painful if you don’t know it’s coming and you’re less likely to panic, but still - not how it works.”

“I’ll keep that in mind when I’m explaining it to the next girl,” said the handler.

“I don’t even feel any different,” said Lana.

“Well, how about you get undressed and look in the mirror over there, and then tell me how you feel. That should make it set in properly. I’ll turn around for you.”

Wendy quietly looked away, and Lana sighed.

“Fine,” she said, going with the flow and undressing. She went over to the dresser and looked at herself. Obviously, there were her tits, lightly leaking small amounts of cream. There was her belly, which looked quite cute. Somehow, her hips were wider, accentuating her thick thighs and heavy butt. But there, as expected between her legs, was her udder.

No, that wasn’t right. Her udder-

“What the fuck,” said Lana.

“You good?”

As much as she tried to think of her udder correctly, all she could see was that she had a cute udder with a very large, single teat. It was honestly kind of hot, even. Not it wasn’t, it was hot. She kept on trying to mentally correct herself until she ended up saying it out loud.

“How come I can only think of my udder as my udder?”

She looked back at Wendy, and she was still looking away. Wendy just shrugged.

“Listen-”

“Oh. My. God,” said Lana, “You’re such a fucking asshole. What the hell.”

“Hey,” said Wendy, “We can undo this if you-”

“I like it! I’m just mad that it worked! It should not work! It’s stupid!”

Wendy made a cute giggle.

“Yeah, I know right? What are the eggheads going to think of next?”

Exasperatedly, she looked back at her udder, now with two lobes, heavy and full of milk and the size of grapefruits. Her teat was at least ten inches long, floppy, and pink. It was soft and pleasant and nice. She gently pushed on her udder, and the teat spurted a small bit of milk, which stickily dripped to the ground. She liked it. A small part of her finally relaxed and she breathed out and felt much better, less stressed. She hadn’t signed up for a paid sex vacation but maybe she could make it work. And Wendy, for her part, was not at all the worst person to be paired up with. She was cute, she had a nice face…

“Hey Wendy,” she said, “You can turn around.”

“Looks like you’re adjusting,” she said as she looked at Lana. This time, she wasn’t being subtle at all with her gaze.

“You could say that. But Wendy… I read the pamphlet.”

She walked over to the bed and laid on it as seductively as she could, which was much easier with M-cup tits.

“You’re here to make me comfortable,” she said, “And milk me. Do you think you’re up for it?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” said Wendy, grinning, “I assume you’d want it gentle?”

“It’s like I said to my ex. I’m delicate goods. Handle with care.”

She rolled over onto her belly, which was significantly more difficult with M-cup tits. They hung down and stained the sheets, flattening a little against the bed. Wendy, true to her word, leaned up behind her and slipped a condom over her sensitive teat. Lana laughed.

“You want to go that far?”

“This is just so you don’t make too big of a mess. Girls like you leak a lot. I’d have to be crazy to stick that thing in me.”

Wendy leaned over Lana, putting her strong arms around her and groping at her tits.The feeling alone made her teat jerk and spurt milk into the condom.

“Though I might just be crazy later this week. We’ll see. Wanna try mooing?”

“Don’t try your luck,” said Lana, giggling as Wendy’s comparatively puny hips ground up against her butt, “You should be glad I’m not suing your boosss-”

The word fell into a hiss as Wendy took a firm grip on her teat and began gently rubbing it up and down. Almost instantly, for the first time in a very long time, she was fully erect. The sensation was so intense that she nearly yelped out loud. She gave a few more strokes, and Lana began to pant. Wendy stopped and leaned in very close. She could feel Wendy’s breath on her ear.

“You okay, Lana?”

“Your hands are very nice. Keep going, and faster,” she whispered, “And grope my tits while you’re doing it.”

“Okay, girlie,” said Wendy. She obliged, grabbing her sensitive tits and giving her teat a proper stroking, so fast that she could hear it. She tried to hold out and not be a quick shot, but there was no use. She didn’t just want to be milked; she needed it. Her udder needed to let out all the pressure. She felt it build and build in her testes as hot jolts of pleasure went from her nipple to her core, and as Wendy rocked her forward again she finally felt herself go over the edge. Coincidentally, she looked over at the clock just before her orgasm started. 10:14.

She moaned as she started to release her milk, and despite her expectations, it didn’t stop. Her udder clenched up and her body went limp on the bed as she filled up the condom with spurt after spurt of milk. She twitched, looked up at the ceiling and soon lost track of time. Wendy talked a little, but she couldn’t remember much of it until finally, slowly, the clenches and spurts came in longer and longer intervals, and then not at all. When she looked down, she had what looked like a grocery bag full of milk just below her crotch. She then looked at the clock. 10:36.

“Wow,” said Wendy, “You’re really productive! Most girls don’t make this much.”

She snatched up the condom, tied it off like she had done it a thousand times before, and then hugged Lana tightly. It was very nice gesture for someone who had done such a ridiculously lewd act to her.

“You want me to stick around? Aftercare is important.”

“I appreciate it,” said Lana, “But I’d like to take a shower alone, if you don’t mind. Go tell them I need some clothes. And-”

She hesitated, then said what she needed to say:

“Tell them to cancel that reversal serum. I think I’ll be staying for the full two weeks. See you again soon.”