There was no turning back. he'd drunk the whole jar of milk and now there was no way to stop the transformation. He knew that those clothes wouldn't be able to withstand much more growing, and it looked like there was still a bit more growing to go... He could swear he heard a bit of agirly 'moo' come out of him when he tried to whimper.

I'm hoping this is what you meant by a roundish miltank, I was going for the huggable cutie puff look ^ w^;

Part 5 of 6 of a trade with
OGOD IT'S ALMOST DONE, WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!