Succubus Makes A New Cowgirl

[Laughing] The sorceress’ apprentice. Were you trying to summon a succubus? What book have you got there? The Maleficus Incubarum? Tsk tsk tsk, I think you may have mixed up the gender of your pronouns.

Oh, there’s no need to inch toward the door, dear. Unfortunately this won't end well for you. See, we succubi must alter the world into which we’re called, for better or for worse.

You didn't know that? Ah. Dumb as a cow, I see. Now that’s a great idea. Maybe you’d be better as a cow, considering the alternative is a fairly sorry excuse for an apprentice.

[Snap fingers] There, your robe gone with the snap of my fingers. A cowgirl has no need for clothing. Let’s make a few modifications to your face, a snout to begin with, some little horns on your head, and of course that wonderful mottling on your hide - hooves at the ends of your hands and feet and of course, a tail. Ah, but something’s missing.

I don't expect you to know this, but cows, well, they don't have breasts. But I agree, your tits are plump, aren't they? Let’s magic them into an udder right here, right on your belly. Perfect!

Oh, yes. I suppose you are horny as fuck, considering you were trying to summon an incubus. I have to wonder what one of those would have done to you if you’d succeeded, but how ever shall we relieve you now?

Well, one thing cows do like is being milked. I don't know if it will give your new body the same pleasure, but let’s try it out.

Ah, you like it when I milk you like that? Can you feel that milk rushing out of your ducts? Your udder sure looks swollen. No need to bleat at me, I’m only trying to help. Let’s relieve some of that pressure, dear.

Wow, that’s uh… That’s an impressive amount of milk. You’re a much better cowgirl than apprentice, I have to say. Now the unfortunate thing about cows is that they can put out about eight gallons of milk every day, so you’re going to need some serious attention if your new udder isn't going to be all swollen and bloated all the time.

[Snap fingers] Lucky for you, I have just the thing right here - a milking machine. There’s a farmer in New Zealand missing one now, but I think your need is a little greater, don't you? Alright, we put one long nipple in here like this, and another. Perfect, all four. No need to be afraid, dear, this sort of thing has been carefully engineered for maximum bovine comfort, and you’re going to be worried about that sort of thing now.

Now we just flip the switch and, oh, my! That -must- feel good! I may summon an incubus myself, just to get someone to treat my udders that way. And look at all that milk!

Well, I do hope you enjoy your new life, dear. But I must be off. I think I may repeat this process a few more times before returning to my own plane. If other girls respond at all like you did, I must say, today should be very interesting indeed...