“Tell me, Karla, what did kind of life did you lead before coming here? What kind of work did you do?” you ask. Hips swaying with each step, you walk over and stand before the human woman. You feel your pussy getting damp as you consider the possible changes you might make to her. The familiar aroma of flowers tickles your nose.
“Work? I was – I mean, I am, a landowner’s wife,” she says. You watch as her eyes start to dilate when your pheromones reach her. “I….I… I did lots of… lots of jobs.”
“A landowner’s wife? Then George was more than just a woodcutter,” you say, considering that. “And the other people who came into my forest with you?”
“Who’s George?” Karla asks. She shakes her head, trying to clear it. “Oh, what is happening to me?”
“Nothing’s happening, Karla. We’re just having a nice chat. You said you’d like to help me look after the babies, remember?” you say. You step closer and touch her face with your fingers.
Karla shivers and smiles at you. “I remember,” she says, sounding almost sleepy.
“Good. Now tell me about the people who came with you, Karla. Tell me about the elves and that naughty, naughty centaur. Why did they come into my forest with you?” you ask.
“They work for us,” she answers. “They’re our house staff. Mine and Georges’. Oh, oh George! I remember, you turned him into that demon! What are you doing to me?”
“Dryad, Karla. I turned George into a dryad,” you say. House staff, is it? Quite well off to be off cutting his own wood. “Why was George in the woods, Karla? Why didn’t he send one of your servants?”
“He was… we had a fight. Because I couldn’t give him the child he wanted. So, he stormed off to the woods to swing his axe,” she says. You frown. George was a real bastard. You’re glad there’s nothing left of him in Honey.
“But you’ve got a baby right here, Karla. Two of them, in fact. Beautiful, healthy babies and they need you to look after them,” you say. You circle slowly around Karla, tracing your fingers down the side of her neck and over her shoulder till you stand behind her. You step forward and rest your hands over her stomach. You lean forward and whisper in her ear, “They need a big strong mother to take care of them.”
At the word mother you send your magic flowing into Karla’s belly. She jumps with a soft yelp but doesn’t try to turn or get away from you.
“Are you going to make me like you?” she asks in a scared whisper. “Like George?”
You kiss the back of her neck, beneath her ear, on her throat. “I would love to make you one of my daughters, Karla,” you say. You feel her tense under your ministrations. “But I’m afraid I can’t make you a dryad without erasing who you are. And I like you, Karla. I want you to like me, too.”
She lets out a long moan. You can feel her stomach swelling gently under your hands. There is a noticeable curve to her belly through her shirt now. “Oooooo,” she moans.
Letting her go, you step back and give her a smack on the ass, pushing more magic into her as you do so. Karla squeaks and grabs her ass and spins to face you. Already you can see her pants beginning to strain against her inflating ass.
“No, Karla, I’m not going to make you a dryad,” you say. You grab her by the waist and pull her in close. You press your lips hard against hers and feel the magic tingling as it flows between you again. She moans again and you slip your tongue into her mouth. You feel her tongue thickening. Her face shifts, her nose and mouth pressing forward into a muzzle.
“Wha- what then? Wha-ooo, mooo,” she says. You break from your kiss and look at her. Tiny white horns rise from her blonde mane, and her ears have lengthened and become floppy. You watch as a thin layer of soft white fur spreads across her face, her neck, her ears. Little black spots appear here and there.
You run your hands down her chest and her clothes melt away under your touch, leaving her naked breasts rising and falling with each excited breath. Slowly the fur creeps its way down her neck, across her shoulders, down her arms. Her already large breasts swell further, her nipples lengthening into three-inch teats, like two pink cocks hanging from her tits.
“My first impulse was to make you into a human-cow hybrid. A hucow, if you will,” you say. You reach down and grab her new teats. They’re squishy and kind of rubbery. You squeeze them and Karla lets out long moo as her milk squirts your chest. She is panting now, her thick tongue hanging from her open mouth.
Her fur spreads down to her chest, thinning on her breasts till it’s soft down and thickening again as it sweeps across her swollen stomach and down the wait of pants.
“If I stopped the changes right now, you’d be beautiful,” you say. “You’d be my perfect little milky moo cow, and my babies would never go hungry.”
Karla looks at you with her big brown cow eyes and moos softly, unaware that she’s even doing it. She starts squirming, rubbing her legs together. You raise an eyebrow and say, “Want a little help there?”
Karla bites her lip and nods. With a brush of your fingers you make her pants turn to threads, and she lets out a relieved sigh as her fat thighs are freed. A cute cow tail now grows from above her big round ass and fur covers her entire body.
The last thing to change are her feet. Her boots shimmer and then fuse to her legs, morphing into a petite pair of black hooves.
"Is that what you want, Karla?" you ask. "Do you want to stay my perfect little dairy cow and feed my babies from your massive mammaries?"