She woke with a groan. She lifted one of her thick legs above her. Yep, still a hoof...she was still cow, lying in the stone structure that seemingly had made her this way. How long had she been asleep? It was dark, other than the bare bulb overhead...was it still dark, had it only been a few hours, or had she been passing in and out of consciousness for a full day?
She languidly rubbed at her bloated belly with stubby hoof-fingers. It was hard to bend forward, to look down the expanse of her body...gazing past her too-large tits, she could see the edge of the warm, pink, fleshy sac that dominated her lower half. Her udder...her enormous udder that sloshed with milk. She could feel that everything it covered was a sticky, sweaty, swampy mess. She had to roll over, get onto all fours and let it dangle beneath her...air out her bits, and at least get some relief from the strange and uncomfortable sensations inundating her form.
She had to...but she was so sleepy...not even tired, just...couldn't deal with the slightest exertion right now. She closed her eyes again, and the last few conscious thoughts buzzed in her mind. Was anyone coming for her? Was this some sort of intentional trap, or some long-forgotten curse? She'd find out eventually...after another short nap...