I love the idea of breast expansion as punishment, regardless if the person has done anything. Especially if that is a milk focused expansion. Feeling her boobs fill with milk and expand to make room for more milk. Gurgling sounds coming from them as the wobble and grow out in jiggling bursts.
Ass expansion works too, especially if unexpected. Like, a woman says something nasty to her boyfriend during a fight ( happens to every couple) so suddenly her pants feel constricting and her muscles burn and bam, Gracie Bon level dumptruck.
Or hell, why not the best of both worlds? Hucowfication as punishment. Perhaps it could be an actual legal punishment as well. Or if not, it's still a good punishment. Like in the last scenario, after an argument, bam, horns begin to sprout from the head, breasts fill with milk and hips expand outwardly, all the while fully intelligent and not so horny to the point of not caring, so the punishment can be felt.
Anon I just want you to know I love punishment based tfs, I just always have the trouble writing them because I don't want it to be too cruel that it stops being fun, but also still enough of a "punishment" for hijinx to ensue.
But for your idea, which I must say are some amazing ideas
I could totally see something like a couple, One loves milk, the other, well she like it every so often, for coffee and such. But oh does she not replace it. Time and time again the other person keeps having to ask them to go get another gallon of milk, or after work to stop by and get a new gallon since they finished the last one, but it seems it always falls to them to get a new gallon, as she seems to always forget
Perhaps one day, under a a night sky, they grab the empty gallon of milk as they take it out to the recycling can, they look up to a falling star, and they jokely wished to themselves that they had a cow, so they can always have fresh milk. Maybe they joke more that maybe their significant other would be better as a cow, that way they can never forget the milk.
Careful with wishes. No take backsies.
And perhaps, the next morning, walking into the kitchen, finding her over the sink, panting as the small sounds of dripping hitting the sink. She turns around and her breasts have grown atleast a cup size up, and leaking drops of milk. The partner gulps, no explanation of something they ate or maybe it just did that could explain whats happening. They explain that last night they may have jokingly wished on a falling star that they had a cow so they could stop worrying about milk, and maybe they said that she could be the cow to teach her lesson.
After some silence, alot of questioning, and shirt grabs and shaking with the lines of "who wishes for stuff like that!", both calm down, and try to figure out what to do next. They can't really go see a doctor, for all they know maybe it was really something she ate, plus it would be expensive... For the meantime, they're just gonna have to see if it'll wear off.
But before they can walk away, she grabs them and admits that... She's been trying to milk herself for the last half hour and it hasn't been helping, and maybe the partner can take a crack at it. Just grab the tits and try to aim the nipples into the bowl, which was easier said then done, who knew a high pressure stream of milk would make such a mess, and be so pleasurable! the partner swears they heard her moan, but she won't admit it~
Probably should have put the cereal first however...
And so goes their life, every day she feels her chest getting bigger, and the milking sessions getting longer. Just means more milk for breakfast! A bowl or two for the first week, even she drinks it! But the problem that caused all this was never solved, a new jug of milk was never bought, the very reasonable excuse of "why would we need more milk? " Was denied by what ever granted the wish...
So a week or so later, there she was, doubled in breast size, her partnerilking her away like every morning the last 7 days, this time filling 6 bowls before she felt empty enough. But she's been having the issue of...needing milking during her lunch break, so they've had to invest in some pumps to deal with new supply of milk.
Her tops barely fit, she's had to go bra less every since they started growing, seemed kind of pointless to get new ones when every morning feels like like it's gone up a size. Though, she had to admit, she did like the new size. What she didn't like, or didn't want to admit she liked, was her pants were much to tight. She she had to eat a bit more, seems making all this milk had some side effects, but not enough to make her pants this tight, but it was making her fill them out nicely...
But she shook her head, and with one last push she managed to fit into them, hopefully long enough to last a work day.
Well, until tomorrow, when a loud rip happened, and her favorite pair of pants became scrap. Luckly she orders some skirts, which should, hopefully, be enough to hide her growing butt.
Her big...growing butt. She looked in the mirror, she didn't want to admit it but she felt she was getting pretty hot, but was this her thinking, or the wish doing its thing. She spent to long looking at her self, grabbing her every growing chest and rear, going farther in her exploration then ever before, letting out a moo when she got s spurt of milk to leak, before getting interrupted by her partner telling her that she's going to be late.
But work was hot, was it the ac in the Fritz, or maybe the hot sun, the humidity, or maybe it was the feelings and thoughts rushing through her head. The milking by her partner, her expanding body, what the wish was, to become a cow. What did that mean, was she just going to become thicker, milker? She thought more and more, and her shirt felt tighter, practically streching the already large shirt to its limits. She thought what it meant to be a cow, it meant getting milked more, and she had to admit it was her favorite part of the morning... But don't cows get other stuff, like getting..bred?
Her skirt raised up a few inches, making her knees exposed, and it's exterior showing a more pronounced shape. She had done stuff with her partner, but they thoughts in her head were more... intense to say the least, thinking about what could happen. Being bred, something sliding and pounding her, her udders, I mean, her tits bouncing around, it was all making her overheat, and letting out faint moos.
She was bigger then ever, her shirt button flying off, and her chair feeling so tighter. A supervisor walked over and could see that something wasn't right, and not wanting a repeat of last weeks incident, sent her home before she could make a mess at the work place.
But that it all the worse, left alone with her thoughts for a few hours. Thinking more and more about just what it would mean to be a cow. Her body getting bigger, her breasts bigger then her head at this point, her moos loud. A loud moo as her tail popped out, and started swinging, but she just kept going, one had squeezing her chest udder, the other trying to keep her pussy from overheating. Her mind melting as the horns grew inch by inch, as her ears pointed outwards and moved on their own.
Her mind flooding with all the possibilities of being a hucow, of what could come next, of what should come next. Thoughts of work or other things being painted over with breeding, milking, playing, eating, all the things a hucow could ever worry about. Anything else was pointless.
Except for well, her partner, who just arrived from work, and finds their wife on the bed, with leaking melon sized udders, and a ass big enough to count as a moon, swinging in the air, trying to get the attention of the partner, as her tail wags and she moos and moans, hearts in her eyes, as she begs for the partner to please be nice, and help her, she's been a good cow after all!
Well, at least they won't be running out of milk soon enough ...
