Looking back at the mirror, Link saw that her ears seemed different… they seemed a little bigger and… was that hair, on the tip? The tips seemed darker than before too, but before Link could confirm it, they flicked at the sudden sound of tearing coming loudly from her clothes. A sudden pain began to ring out in her legs as her boots grew loose.
She felt her feet grow heavy and hard, her thighs thickened, and hips widened as bones snapped and creaked, causing her to double over in pain. Her pants ripped and shredded as the skin underneath pushed out, her legs growing much too large and long to be contained within them. But when her lower half was left bare, it wasn’t smooth skin that peeked out, but splotches of black and white hair. Her knees snapped and twisted, as her legs bent in directions that were impossible before on their journey to becoming digitigrade.
Her chest ached and felt compressed under the layers of clothing and chainmail armor that covered her chest. She didn’t need to see them to know they were growing bigger. But there was a new sensation inside as well. They felt… full. The fabric strained trying to contain her growing assets, and soon, some slight tearing was heard again.
Her spine ached, and she wanted to call out in pain, but all she let out was a weak “Mooooo!” As a fur-tipped tail grew outward at the base of her spine. Right above her butt, which only grew larger. It whipped wildly until the pain began to subside, and when Link looked up, what she saw shocked her.
Her ears were much like those of a cow, and while her face and torso were left largely unchanged, her lower half seemed completely foreign. Her hips were much wider, and her thighs much thicker, but not entirely because of fat. was more muscle beneath, and while they wobbled at first as she lifted them up and out of her torn boots, she found balancing to be easy on her new hooves. She grabbed at her tail and recoiled when she felt her own touch. It was real, it was hers.
She removed the torn clothing from her body and tried to adjust what remained. But no matter how she did, it was clear she was going to need new clothes. What she had now no longer fit right. But it was going to be difficult to find something to accommodate her new tail.
She turned to Midna, who stayed remarkably silent during the sudden and drastic change. She seemed to be thinking of how to best address the situation. Only to grin and say, “Well, at least we won’t have trouble getting milk!”
Link frowned, only to realize the darkening spots on her front. She was lactating.
“Let’s deal with your leaking first, then, let’s do something about this.” Midna offered. Her mind already made as she began to search for a pail or bottle.
Link began to object, but as the milk flow increased, she began to agree. She did need to be milked. She huffed in frustration, as Midna came back with a pail. She looked up at Link, and gestured for her to remove her clothes.
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