I'm taking medication that my doctor didn't tell me induced lactation when taken in high doses. A part of me wishes he held back that information to surreptitiously start my conversion. 

For the last year, my breasts have sagged and my nipples are always on the verge of producing colostrum. I've accepted that I now have udders instead of breasts. I love that I have teats that are made to be stretched and made thick from milking machines. 

A few weeks ago, my doctor approved for hormone injections to increase my prolactin levels. If it takes, I hope to see some drops soon.

I've always fantasised about being held in a hospital against my will, for the purposes of transforming me into a proper milk cow. I only get a slip of it when I'm asked to take off my clothes and hold my arms up to let my udders hang, with the tissue massaged before the needle slips in.