After a short cry You realized that the changes had stopped. You slowly got up on wobbly new feet and tried to assess the damage.
You had the hooves of a cow, but you could still stand on two feet. Your hands only had three digits, each ending in a hard black nail, but at least they were opposable digits so you could still grasp things. Looking down your chest you saw two large protuberances. Brushing aside the fur you could see two small nipples hidden within the fur. You guessed these were breasts, but they were obviously not your true breasts. Well, at least probably not milk producing breasts. No, that honor undoubtedly belonged to the large pink udder peeking out beneath your swollen, bulging belly. Four long thin teats extended from your udder, reminding you of the penis you had lost. You could no longer see below the udder, but you could feel the tight warm slit that had replaced your cock and balls. On the deserted road, you could not see your face but you could feel the long muzzle containing your large thick tongue, the small smooth horns ending in sharp tips on the top of your head and the long, round floppy ears resting your head. You could, however, see the black and white spotted fur that now covered your whole body, even the long thin tail that absentmindedly swished back and forth behind your back.
You guessed that you had the overall appearance of some kind of anthropomorphic cow, a hybrid of human and animal. It didn't take a genius to understand the cryptic warning the old woman had given you. You surely would be able to give your guests all the milk they wanted. You wanted to curse her, but restrained yourself, grateful that she had at least left you still partially human. It gave you hope, thinking that if you could only get home, you still could get help.
With renewed energy you began to prepare to continue the walk home. You looked down at the remains of your clothes. Your shoes were no good, but with your new hard hooves you didn't think the gravel road would be a problem. You held up your ruined pants, now ridiculously small in comparison to your new body. You realized that your whole body must have grown larger, explaining why your shirt had been torn apart, too. How tall were you? Seven feet, maybe eight? It was hard to tell in the dark, standing on the tips of your hooves. It really didn't matter how tall you were. All that mattered was that none of your clothes now fit and you would be walking home nude.
You hoped no one saw you. To the casual driver it might just look like a costume. Maybe even in the dark you could bluff your way out of it if you were caught. But the ruse would not hold up under close scrutiny. And if you continued to change you would really be screwed. But you couldn't worry about that now. You had just had to think about getting home, to your friends. With their help, everything would be okay.
So, with that thought, your small glimmer of hope grew into a large burning fire, and you continued down the dark country road with renewed energy.