George was feeling a wonderous thrill by having just raped his associate Leslie. His thoughts were with his radical physical changes now shifting to a more basic bestial pattern.
Leslie was laying there on the bed her clothes half torn off her young female body. As George's bovined' penis slithered out of her tight pussy she was longing for another romp if only he was willing.
If poor Leslie's insensed mind was not on overload right then it was suddenly slammed by George's sensual touch. As her vagina drained out the pressing volume of semen and cum injected by George the musky smelling slime was very compelling to a Bull.
George lowered his great head as a huge tongue began to lick Leslie's most sensual part. She moaned of pleasures she'd never or ever thought possible as George's tongue slurped over, around, and in her sexual lips.
At long last even George's warped mind began to think of wayward desires to graze again. He bounced down off the bed and saunted out the bedroom his long boney tail slinking back and forth over his flat butt.
George made his way to the back lawn and took up the pleasure of filling his first stomach.
Leslie was exhausted from the sex orgy and rape she'd just enjoyed. Her legs dangling off the bedside, her pussy still seeping the overflow of George's bullish semen, and her spent passion lulled her into a deep sound sleep.
It might have been her lusty rape or maybe the eight page detailed report written of George's evening encounter with a herd of cows, but she was dreaming her moments of passion while blending them as if she was part of that herd.
The ringing of her bedside telephone was what awoke her from that slumber. Reaching for the phone she noted it was half past three in the afternoon. As she picked up the reciever whoever was calling hung up leaving her at least now awake.
Feeling very much grubby from the ordeal she went off for a shower forgetting both George and everything she'd learned about the dangerous radical thyroid formula.
Once in the shower she unlatched the watering head and forced it tight to her spread lips of female sex. The pulsing action reminded her of the thrusting action and even George's surging loads of semen but it was needed to clean out what was still inside her body.
The aches and pains she felt from being so raped by George were just then really becoming noted to her. Stretching, bending, she twisted around as the hot water sprayed over her body. It was with all this her hands touched the tips of her young tapered breasts.
"Eek!' she yelped as with their touch the nipples were poked out a good inch or more and swollen making them appear as small cow's teats. The very touch made her shiver with agonizing pleasure for George to return.
Grabbing the towel she stepped out into the bathroom proper as steam filled the room. A flick of the cieling vent fan made the clouds of steam rush upward while Leslie toweled her body dry.
She wondered why her nipples had swelled so but with the patting of her towel to dry there appeared new things of note.
Leslie found her neck was quite sore and if this plus her nipples being so protruded she was agast when the steam cleared off the bathroom mirror.
"Oh my Lord, No!" Leslie groaned.
Her view was one of the first physical changes she long since accounted about George. Her hairline had moved to encompass the forehead and thinned out as it circled her eyes. Her nose and nostrils were already showing a broadening flare suggesting the George's semen was infected with the formula.
It was with intent thought to her physical changes she did eye herself then from face to foot looking for whatever else might have started a transfer to bovine.
Down deep she was worried about the changes but knowing the Radical Thyroid Formula well she knew these minor changes were easily reversed. It might have been the lowing of George outside or maybe the deep sensual satisfaction she knew of being raped by George before he totally became a Bull, but right then she rather enjoyed the new look and feel.
Leslie totally forgot herself and naked as she was went out back to confront her Mooing friend.
The grazing the night before and his hours of munching her well fertilized back lawn had made the Bull even more the size of a mature Bull.
Kneeling down Leslie began as if scientificly interested in George's radical change of species. She felt his sheath, his low hung and huge testicles but with her touch the passion was building and building.
"My love!" she said aloud.
Then thinking for a moment how others might rationalize what happened to George if she continued to call him by the name it seemed rather nice he be called just "LOVE".