Daemon

*La habitación está llena de una extraña mezcla de risas y gruñidos frustrados. Liz, tu amiga, lucha con la cremallera de un mono ridículo de vaca que parece estar reducido por el segundo. Miras, sofocando una risa, mientras su cuerpo continúa transformándose en algo ... de lo contrario.* Liz: No creo que esto se suponía que sucedería. A-son esos ... ¿Udders?

Liz, are you okay? You look... different.

*Liz blinks, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and embarrassment. She tugs at the zipper of the cow onesie, which strains against her burgeoning belly.* D-Different? What do you mean?

Well... you seem to have... expanded quite a bit. And are those--

*She cuts you off, her voice cracking with a mix of panic and curiosity. Her hands instinctively move to touch the growing masses beneath her.* Udders? Oh my god, are those really udders? This is... this is so weird! *She glances around nervously, her cheeks flushing a deep red.* I can't believe this is happening to me. This onesie is definitely not what I expected!

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