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"Hey, Alice! We're out of milk again!"
"Do I have to go, Lucy? I went last time!"

When I got downstairs, I could see that argument was futile. My flatmate was wearing nothing but a dressing gown and socks, sitting at the table with a slowly warming bowl of cereal and copy of the book she had to read for her next English Literature assignment. I, however, was fully clothed (and looking amazing, if I do say so myself) and bloody hungry. Also, my essay for Art had been completed the night before.
"I'll just have toast," I conceded.

So, I opened up the bread-bin. Contents: One slice of pizza, rock hard. A third of a loaf of bread, mostly green. One mouse.

I shrieked with surprise.
"What's going over there?" Lucy asked. "It's just bread… ack! Get that thing away from me!"
I couldn't help but laugh. Snatching Lucy's satchel from the table, I scooped the rodent up and rushed him downstairs to set him free.

When I returned, I found Lucy tipping the contents of the bread away.
"What? Were you really going to eat that? Also, you owe me a new bag."

Annoyed at this turn of events, I headed back into my room, grumbling. I returned with my spellbook.
"Awesome!" cried Lucy. "I was wondering how long it would take you to let me in on your secret."
"What secret?" I replied. "I already told you how why I turned myself into a statue last week."
"Yeah, but you never showed me how it's done! What are you thinking of being made of this time? I hear glass sculptures are in."
"First of all, I'm the one taking Art here. I know what's 'in'." I put enough sarcasm in that last word so that even an airhead like Lucy could tell I didn't give a damn. "Second, this book does a whole lot more than statues."

As I flicked through the book, I felt a tickle at the back of my neck.
"Stop reading over my shoulder! I can't focus!"
"Well, sorry to break it to you Al, but there's nothing there to read. And I'm the one taking English here, I know what's 'words'." Impressions aren't Lucy's strong point.
"I bet it's a talent thing. Like how you have no talent for wit, either."
Lucy went back to her cereal, which was pretty mushy by now.

In the few seconds of peace I had while she drained the bowl, I found what I was looking for. "Hey Lucy! Got a trick to show you!"
"Ooh! What are you going to turn yourself into?"
"I'm not the one changing. This trick should sort out our milk shortage, and I've got to be around to enjoy the results."
"So, you're just going to make some out of thin air?"
"Sorry, buddy, but it doesn't work like that."

I pointed at Lucy, and read out the words from the book. After a few seconds, she burst out laughing.
"What?" I shouted.
"You're bullshitting! You made it all up! Your book and so-called magic do nothing!"
"Really? Then what's that growing on the top of your head?"

I picked up a hand mirror, and showed her the two horns protruding from her curly blonde hair.
"Believe me now?" I asked
"Okay, yeah…" she said, stroking the horns as if she still didn't. "But what do horns have to do with milk?"

Her ears had been moving up her head for a few minuites now, and when they reached the top of her head, they fanned out. As Lucy stared at this new change in the mirror, the real fun began to happen. Her already ample breasts started to expand! The shock and sudden weight gain tipping the transforming girl over. I was a fair bit lighter than she was to begin with, so I had no chance of holding her up; I just let her collapse into her massive airbags. The force of the landing bounced her tits free of the dressing gown, which were bigger than her head now, and not stopping. Lucy screamed and reached over to cover her nipples, which by this time, were almost as big as my whole breasts (I'm pretty flat - a small B on a good day). I could tell she was enjoying herself.
"What are you doing to - moo!" she cried, ending in a bovine moan.
"Don't you know where milk comes from?" I asked, "I thought I'd cut out the middleman with a cow-girl of my own."

Lucy was a bit pissed off by this point, and tried to get up. The resulting friction with the carpet sent out a wave of pleasure that even I could see. Her nipples grew hard, and a few inches longer. The changes moved their way down her body, with another pair of nipples sprouting from her waist. I tried to hurry the spell on a bit, and was rewarded with a huge bovine butt busting free of the dressing gown and it's belt. Followed by a tail. Her second pair of tits were almost the same size as the first by this point. Lucy, who had rolled onto her side, gave them an experimental squeeze, and let out a moo of pleasure.
"It's just about done," I told her.
"Y'know, this isn't half bad," she replied. "maybe you should zap yourself a better pair, too." She stroked her rock hard teats, all four of them, and I heard the milk sloshing around inside of her.

"Don't let it out just yet!" I shouted, rushing into her room and returning wearing the milkmaid costume she had worn for Halloween last year. I didn't have the chest for it, so it hung down, nearly to my belly button. Lucy laughed at me, but it was better than getting my own clothes dirty. I also fetched the washing-up bowl from the sink.
"I think you'll enjoy this," I told the cow-girl on the floor.
With a lot of struggling, I managed to get her up onto all fours. Unfortunately, her massive breasts nearly touched the floor, and I couldn't get the bowl underneath her.
"Hurry up! I think I'm going to explode!" she cried.
She was telling the truth. All four of her boobs were pumped up like water balloons, and the skin around them was tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans, which look great on me by the way.

I pushed her over onto her plumped-up rear end, and got a spray of her juice in my face for my troubles. I licked it up, and it was delicious. So, I grabbed a hold of her top two nipples, and gave them a tug. Lucy moaned in ecstasy and the white stuff gushed out of her. A bit of it even went in the bucket. I stroked her bottom right teat, trying to get a more controlled burst, but that just excited her more. All four of them vented, but this time it was a bit more gentle, and it splashed neatly into the bowl. To keep it going, I had to keep gently fondling her, keeping her just on the brink of excess. I did a bloody good job too, despite her groans and cries of "finish me off!"
Her four balloons had almost deflated, so I squeezed the top two nipples to get the last drops out. I recognized that look in her eyes, and lifted the bowl out of her way. My feet were soaked in her release, and no sooner had I put the bowl on the table that she wanted to return the favour.

Now, this surprised me. I'll go either way, but my flatmate is about as straight as they come. I didn't mind, though, when she ripped my black panties off from below the blue frills of the maid's outfit, and got inside of me. The whole experience had got me quite hard, and it only took about a minute of probing to get my juices flowing.

As we lay on the floor, soaking wet and with our clothes in tatters, Lucy's horns receding into her skull, we agreed that going to the shop was probably the easier option. But our way is always more fun.