Leslie sat down and wrote for her own rememberance the wild feelings of the past few days. She noted that the Radical Thyroid Formula was in its present state too strong. The resulting changes made on a test subject were far reaching and due to the strength of the formula now permanant.
As with the first formula the desire for added muscle to soft tissue ran rampent making the bone structure adhere to the formula's original DNA pattern.
Then too the sexual drive of the test subject was increased which it multiplied the course of change bringing undesired physical changes.
She summed up that any other testing was to be under the strict laboratory regulations.
Leslie was finished writing and felt a horrid desire to fall asleep. This if she did allow it to happen would like George spur her continued transformation.
Getting up from her work desk she toddled off to the bathroom only to be reminded of what she forgot to do!
As the light flicked on and she entered the bathroom the full length mirror was a good reminder. Leaning over the counter she came nose to glass as eyes oggled her still continued changes.
Her entire face now covered in a bovine layer of hair sported the nostrils and lips of a cow.
Even her ears had grown out and short of horns she had a complete head and thickening neck of a cow.
Blinking her large round eyes she tried to smile seeing the three inch long eyelashes which made her oddly forget the ultimate possible change for a moment. "Wow, those eyelashes would be wildly perfect if I were a woman!" Leslie thought to herself.
Forgeting herself even more she twisted her torso and eyed the hair and cow's hide her skin had already changed into. She began to model herself in the mirror as if showing off the changes like others around would maybe but them too.
The more she looked the wilder her enthatchuation of her changes.
A two foot long boney high set tail swung about and its slapping action thrilled her inside all the more.
Leslie began uncontrolled rounds of giggling as she smoothed her thick three fingered hands up, down and around her sensual form.
This instilled her lust to feel what George had given her not all that long ago. At first she tried to finger her sensual vagina only to look around for a tool to pleasure herself all the more.
First she took the handle to a toilet plunger and it being about the size of what George sported she inserted the tool. In and out is stroked her passion but did not offer any true feel like whae George could produce.
She tried the toilet bowl brush but it hurt when shoved between her growing lips of sex.
The door knob was nice but too short and also offered little stimulation.
By now Leslie was breathing heavy fast breaths and beginning to panic for the wild sexual touch she had so enjoyed when under George's unique male form.
Then like a wild animal seeking either food or lusting for a mate Leslie stormed about her house searching for anything to bring on that sexual pleasuring. It was the low toned mooing out in the back lawn which at last made her remember that which began her own physical changes.
Running out the back door Leslie jumped from the deck to stand before the large and overly mature Bull. As her wild scent touched his large wet nostrils that bull which was yet George reached his head close and licked Leslie's changing sex.
A quick searh around for just the right aide to allow the Bull Love, (Georege) to mount Leslie and give her yet that lusty feeling she wildly desired.
"The picnic table, perfect!" thought Leslie as both saliva and a thin strings of snot dribbled out mouth and nostril.
The biggest problem was trying to coax the bull to climb the steps and stand upon the deck as that was where the table sat. As Leslie stuffed her three fingered hands into the soft folds of her widening vagina she massaged the nostrils of George urging the monster bull to follow the desired scent.
Time passed it was almost an hour of wilder upon wilder yet lusting passion to urge the bull to stand on the deck. As she positioned herself on the picnic table and let her legs hang over the edge she beckoned the bull to sniff and mount.
Now George's own self had continued to grow in surges making his actual weight now close to a ton. As his foreleg and cloven hoof set down onto the left seat of the picnic table the entire table stood up on angle.
Leslie was totally unprepared for this happening and slid down the table and found herself nose to sheath with George. Who can say what of the two next things which occured then but something made a spark to Leslie's memory.
The acrid scent of both bull bovine urine which adorned the end hairs to George's sheath were a far cry from perfume. As Leslie oggled the sprouting organ her desire to suck it was cut short when she heard a voice.
"What in Hell is going on here Leslie!" said Jane Mason a collegue with Leslie in the Radical Thyroid Formula program.
Twisting her head to look back at where the voice came from Leslie's full mental thought pattern was yanked back to reality. She felt her self and remembering her original desire to be rid of the bovine enhanced look suddenly scrambled away from George's now growing erection.
"I can only imagine that you are Leslie! If one didn't know you for being you, one might think I was looking at some scientific experiment gone wrong. Girl, have you seen what your becoming! Leslie stand up and look at yourself!" suggested Jane.
A scramble to stand was for Leslie a time of horror as her toes were half changed to cloven hooves and by then her hands had changed to hooves. Her chest had begun to barrel out as breasts shrank and the early beginnings of an udder and four small teats made their presence known.
Moving her thick lips as words were wanting but completely beyond her ability. Groanings and sounds of some gutterial boivne bellar made Leslie all the more scared of what she then was.
Jane stepped between the Bull's head and Leslie as she eyed both. It was George's bullish advances which made Jane ask, "I suppose since your well on the way to being a healthy beef cow that this lusty bull might then be our boss George?"
A simple nod of her thick bovine head assured it all to be true.
George being ready for mating, his bull's cock out ached and pressing into the deck surface, he reached forward pressing his sloppy nostrils into Jane crotch. A deep draght of breath gave Jane a chill and she shivered knowing for herself the passion poor Leslie was feeling at those moments.
Jane reached over and grabing Leslie's hairy arm she pulled her into the backdoor of the house.
"You need a shower and a good wash down with the Regenative Laxatator." announced Jane.
Being ready for what she rather expected to be the reverse of what she found Jane came to Leslie's house prepared.
"I was sure that George would have used the Formula on you and not himself!" said Jane as she ran the hot water making ready to shower Leslie.
"You do know he used it already on Marsha, she' I discovered is living or maybe residing at the Killingsworth Dairy Farm. Yup, she's one hell of a big Gurnsey Cow!" announced Jane as Leslie was sprayed with the Regenative Laxatator spray and shoved into the shower.
The Laxatator Formula worked its quick wonders as the hair went off Leslie and down the drain. Soon enough a shivering all dark brown skinned cowlike woman stood toweling herself dry.
Not a hair was left on Leslie and she must have looked a sight.
Adorned with a bathrobe Leslie was escorted to her messy bedroom. The scent of bull semen and crusty globs of dried cum and semen made the room a jungle of unwanted smells.
"No, no this won't do!" exclaimed Jane as she viewed the mess.
A shivering Leslie pointed down the hall to her spare bedroom she used for a Tv and stereo room. The room was still clean as leslie had been a very tiddy young lady.
Leslie layed out on the Lazyboy recliner chair as Jane pulled up a chair to make ready for the needed medical injections.
"You do know dear it's going to be at least a month before your form will be yours once more! Its damn lucky I found out about Marsha when I did and came to look for you. I suspect that the continued sexual actions between the infecting bull and your changing body would have executed a total physical and mental transition to the bovine form. I tried to question Marsha but with her body changed to such an extent, her mindset slipped down the evolutionary ladder to become that of an ingnorant cow. So when I see George getting a little of his own medicne, well its good he won't be working with us ever again!" said Jane as Leslie jerked with her first of many coming injections.
Outside the large lumbering bull had stepped down off the deck and was sauntering down the driveway and looking for a greener pasture.