“Welllllllllllll, since this is clearly going to be a problem for you until we can fix your prevailing cow illness, how about we make this worth your time?”
The woman gleefully spoke, a bright idea having suddenly struck the researcher.
“…dare I ask how you’ll do that?”
Emilio slowly rose in his seat subtly. His own rear had swollen suddenly, turning larger, puffier, and far rounder. In fact, it grew so much that his butt crack was fully visible, his jeans struggling to contain his bulbous rear. His own thighs thickened and his hips widened right up, giving him quite the curvy lower half.
“Well, since you’re turning into a cow-girl, you are probably gonna need to get milked! And you know what that milk will probably be? Likely something rare, unique and ... vaulable. As such, the company here will pay high money for that and…”
“WHAT?! Why would I want to get milked!? My breasts aren’t even… ooooo...”
Emilio blushed as the sensation in his chest grew once more, his head yanking down to look at what was happening. Just as he had finished saying all of that, his breasts had ballooned out once again, his mounds really stretching his t-shirt for all its worth. They stretched it so much that the fabric lifted up and over his navel, revealing cream-colored fur covering his stomach.
“What was that again, my soon-to-be busty cow-gal?” the woman asked, resting her chin on her hands, her elbows sitting on the table.