"Thank you, Sergeant Wolf for signing up for our 'Milk Testing'. At this company, we try and create new ways to produce milk and give a better flavor."

"And... you feed it to me in a tube?" The werewolf asked through mouthfulls of a sweet substance he couldn't quite get the flavor of. He knew he had a large stomach, so he could keep this tube in for a while, but he felt it was making his belly press against his pants too much.

There was a bit of silence. "You... you do realize this is Milk TESTING and not Milk TASTING, right?"

"What's the difference?" The werewolf asked, looking up at the speaker he heard the voice come from. As if to answer his question, his jeans popped open and a large, fleshy sack appeared under his belly. He had trouble seeing it, but he knew what it was almost immediately. "Oh... oh no."

"Do you want us to stop the te-"

"No! No! I signed up for this!" He poked the udder he was now growing, admiring it for a moment as it seemed to become more prominent. "I guess I should go through with it."

*A year has passed since Sarge entered the facility.*

"Subject FMW-001, named Fat Male Werewolf 001, has finished the milking process. Hormones increased to further milk production for FMW-001's unborn calf. ETA, seven days. Mother and calf will be sold to farm afterward for further milk production and propagation. "

"Moo." It was a noise, certainly. Anyone could assume a cow would make this noise.... In its head, the cow cursed. <I have SEVERAL regrets.>

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A bit of a TF of Sarge into a cow. I've been wanting to do this one for a while and finally got around to doing it.

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