“Oh, mooo, moo, mistress. Yes, my mistress. Make me your moo cow,” moos Karla, the black and white hucow.
You smile devilishly at the cow woman and pretend to consider her request. “I’m not your mistress, Karla. I am your Queen. Will you serve your Queen?”
“Mooooo. Yes, your moojesty, oh gods, moooo. Anything for youoooo,” Karla struggles to say, her changes wracking her body with pleasure.
“And you would make a lovely little moo cow, Karla. But then I thought to myself, what do my babies really need?” you say. “And it came to me. They don’t just need a nurse maid or a nanny. They need a guardian. Someone who can protect them when I’m not around.”
Your hand flashes out and you grab Karla by the throat. She tries to scream but you’re squeezing too hard and only a strangled croak can escape. You flood her with your magic, willing the next stage of her changes to begin.
Immediately, Karla’s body bulges. All over her body, muscles appear and swell. Her arms and legs become massive slabs. Her ass swells and becomes rock hard, while her tits seem to lift upwards even as they grow larger. You release your grip when you hear her bones begin to crack, and before your eyes she grows taller, not stopping until she’s almost seven feet tall.
Her body continues to shift, her changes refining their finishing touches. Her neck thickens a little, and her back and shoulders broaden. Her belly swells, making her look pregnant before it suddenly turns bight pink and four points appear beneath the fur that rapidly grow into thick nipples.
You sink to your knees and lick her new nipples, sending her into a fit of mooing moans. You can feel her nipples growing under your tongue and you start to suck on them as her big belly shifts and drops a little before morphing into a large, swollen udder. Milk fills your mouth.
You reach behind her new udder and stroke her soaking wet pussy. You feel it swelling up, becoming leathery and puffy before it too shifts and migrates further towards her rear. All the better to be taken from behind by a big strong bull.
Finally, her horns grow from cute little points to intimidating weapons. And then, at last, she stands before you – an imposing, female minotaur with big, fat, milk filled tits and udder, and enough strength to give even an Ent second thoughts.
“Perfect,” you say, wiping the milk from your lips and gazing up at the mountain of minotaur you have crafted. You stand back up and find you barely reach her chest. You grin. “Now, what do you say, Karla? Will you protect my babies? Our babies?”
Karla growls a deep, bone rattling moo and shakes her thick blonde mane. “Yes, your majesty. I would die for our babies.”