Sarah woke up the following morning to an odd situation. Usually she'd been quite reserved and apprehensive about self pleasuring herself, but this morning was different. She was having a fantastic sex dream, moaning away when she moaned loud enough in her dream to wake herself up, realising she'd been fingering herself in her sleep.
Under normal circumstances, she would probably have stopped herself, but this morning, she couldn't. She was actually enjoying it, way more than she had in the past. Almost like it was scratching an itch she never knew she had. She moaned involuntarily each time she pushed her fingers inside herself, which was also new, she'd never been this vocal before, and found her spare hand moving to her breasts, groping and mashing them into her chest. A few more minutes of this and she found herself screaming into a pillow as she came from masturbation for the first time in a year.
Sarah laid on her back panting as she returned to her regular state of mind. 'Fuck me that was incredible' she thought to herself. She sighed loudly and sat up, running a hand through her hair. She paused at one side of her head, feeling a new addition, then her other hand checked the opposite side, finding the same thing. She stood up and dashed to a mirror to confirm what she thought they were. Small white horns. It turns out she was hornier today in more ways than one.
Sarah re-enacted this a number of times throughout the day in between her usual daily activities, surprising herself at just how much she wanted it. By the time 7pm was rolling around, she was just about ready to be filled by something more substantial, and wondered if the Brothel and the Client knew this would be the case when they offered her the job.
Sarah dressed herself in the sexiest outfit she could put together from the wardrobe, even going so far in choosing the cow print patterned dress as a cheeky nod to her transformation, and sat down at the bar at 6:50pm to wait for her client. Five minutes later and she was being greeted by a man that was way more attractive than she was expecting for this kind of fetish brothel. Clean cut, suited up and in good shape.
"Hi, you must be Sarah? He asked as he approached. He was even surprisingly well spoken.
"That's me!" She said, and nervously giggled.
"Your choice in dress certainly made it easier to pick you out of the crowd" he said, laughing, and Sarah couldn't help but giggle along with him. She felt like a silly schoolgirl talking to a crush.
He took a seat next to her at the bar, engaging Sarah in some small talk conversation to ease the tension a little, although she already knew she wanted to ride him into next week as soon as they stepped upstairs. His name was Matt, and he worked in finance. He started talking a little about how he found his fetish when Sarah couldn't wait anymore.
"There's just something so attractive about someone just succumbing to their--"
"Shall we go upstairs now?" Sarah interrupted.
"Uh... wow, yea sure, lead the way" he said, eagerly getting up from his seat.
The short lift ride to Sarah's floor felt like it took ten times as long as they stood there in awkward silence as Sarah stared at him, biting her lip.
As soon as they stepped into her room she instantly she'd her clothes, standing in front of him completely nude. This was the most up front she had ever been, amazing herself with her confidence. She pushed Matt so he was seated on the edge of the bed and got ready to straddle him when he held her back.
"Wait a minute. Can I just look at you first?" He asked. Sarah obliged, presenting herself in front of him, turning on the spot and doing some sexy poses.
"Wow you're so curvy, I can't wait to see how it continues. Your tits are just incredible, have they started producing milk yet?" He asked, staring at her with lust.
"Not yet, is that gonna happen?" She replied, a little shocked. She'd never really considered that aspect of the transformation.
"Yea usually by the end of the first week they'll start to swell up a little more with milk, at least it has with others I've met here"
Sarah said nothing in reply, continuing her little self-presentation, shifting closer to him so he could feel her body. She noted that there were other cow girls here then, and she just hadn't met them yet.
"Get on your knees" he finally demanded. Sarah eagerly obeyed, kneeling between his legs and unzipping his trousers. His cock sprung out, almost whacking her in the face, and she instantly took the tip of it in her mouth. She could feel his hands moving through her hair, settling on her horns. He felt them for a little first, then firmly grabbed them, using them to force her mouth further down his cock. He was definitely slightly bigger than anything she'd taken before, but still found herself able to take the length of him without gagging. She figured the changes had messed with her gag reflex. He moved gradually forced her head up and down faster and faster, until he held her in place, almost touching the back of her throat, and came. Sarah barely needed to swallow it, it just pumped itself straight down. She found it even tasted a little better than what she remembered.
Once she was convinced he'd finished cumming down her throat, she started again, trying to get him hard again for the sex she was so desperate for.