Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26911558-20190316182005/@comment-134.88.255.66-20190318201915

I remind him that I am a married man and I'm very happy with the status quo. He tells me to take the bottle anyways, just in case I take my mind. Being the polite person I am, I take it with the intention of hiding it away. Once I get home, my wife apologizes and tells me that I need to get something else in town for her. My wife is a avid baker and needs more sugar for her deserts. I sigh and leave the groceries in the kitchen before kissing her and leaving for the market again. After an hour trip back and forth, I come home and hear my wife moaning in pain. I rush inside and see that the bottle the merchant sold me is on the ground, empty. None of it was spilled though. It looks like someone has drank it all. I hear my wife's painful cries and rush into the other room where I find her bend over in pain. Horns have grown on top of her head, her normally black hair is now splattered with white spots, her legs have turned into hooves, and her breasts have quadrupled in size. "Honey...  Help me..." She begs as she waddles over to me. She takes off her shirt and plops her oversized breasts in my hands and says, "Get it out... Please..." Her eyes are watering from the pain, so I squeze her breasts gently and milk begins to squirt out. She bites her lip from the foreign feeling. I walk around and hold her from behind before continuing, letting her nuzzle into my arms. After a while, It was clear that her breasts were going to have a considerable amount of milk, so I get a bucket and keep going. Eventually, she's finally emptied and no longer uncomfortable. Just when I think it's all over, my wife spins around and presses her newly enlarged breasts into me. "Thank you, Honey...  Now let me milk you in return...  I love you..."