As usual for Jen when she would awaken, she yawned big and stretched her arms, interlacing her fingers and given a rotating of her shoulders. Carla had seen her friend do this and she learned to mimic the same exercises. However, Carla being more exuberant for her living of life, she would jump up as off her bed to stand and begin more torso stretches. Yet this one time when she leaped as expected to stand, Carla sorely discovered that something had changed.
Her jumping up from off the bed, her manner of stance became as quite troublesome. Expecting of having human feet, what touched the bedroom parquet wood floor where not her previous style of feet, but as the cramped legs caused muscular changes, so also did her feet change, as toes became for as hard cloven hooves. Her leap of faith worked to drop her soundly down on her then flatter butt, as sat down hard on her cow’s tail.
In that scary instant when she lost her as expected footing and upright stance, Carla toppled over forward, landing on furry hands, with her butt high up in the air. Human legs were by then the hind legs of a cow, and though she did struggle, the lack of resistance her hoofs had, caused her newer legs to spread wide apart.
"Oh holy COW," was her commonly used phrase when something exciting happened, but this time she screamed the word “Cow!”
Even after the yelled word faded from her yell, she felt newly scared as this time the word “Cow” took on a strange reality, and not thinking of milk, calves, or birthing, Carla became mesmerized with want to sniff the scent of a horny feeling bull. In that same sudden moment of sensual thoughts her vulva began again to seep fluid from leathery lips to dampen her furry rump; as this tended to startle her disdain for suddenly wanting the lifestyle of a Cow.
Slowly and with caution, Carla tried to rear her changed self to a standing position. She heard then Jen calling to her, as the yelped word Cow awoke her friend. She finally stood in an upright stance, and in a different room she had never entered before, Carla looked across the bedroom at the full length mirror attached to the back of a bedroom door. There reflecting back at her was the image of one athletic, young, female, but lacking some of being human, she then appeared as a sensually endowed, very female Minotaur, with still a human face!
“He did this to me,” Carla grumbled, as she licked her lips, tasting again traces of her vaginal discharge she did suck from two fingers bearing a strange flavor. She was a young woman turned to being in parts as a cow. She thought how as she was changing, her ideals again wavering from seeing change. Kyle, the man she had so adored was at the same time becoming of similar a fated form, and she, they could again lead a life of vigorous pleasured feelings.
“Ha,” Carla laughed, “Oh dear, just to look at the new you!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, but why care that I am now as a furry, an Anthropic cow, who is feeling quite horny, and my body is nicely configured, well mostly to being that of a lusty cow!”
“Oh really,” replied then Jen, she by that time stood in the doorway to the master bedroom. “You now taking a liking for being more as a Cow? I can see the black hide and soft fur has spread, most of your body is covered by fur. As I suspect that after your long nap, the same like what the research facility doctor thought would happen, a sound sleep causes then changes. Now, your thoughts of becoming totally fur covered is sending arousing waves lusty pleasuring ideas that makes your vagina to leak, as seeping drips.
Consider this as after our fortunate escape, and with the help of poor Dale our Gorilla friend, because he sacrificed his human future to save your furred, as flat cow butt from a similar disgrace; something he by now is certain to face. I stand here watching, an obviously amused friend gawking at herself, was Carla now acting as seemingly elated for her, you becoming a herd cow!
Your moans suggest of how your mindset is changing its ideology, as it desires the lifestyle of cow as if appealing. You got yourself half into this situation by wanting to stroke Kyle’s cock, and cupping your hands, feeling the bulk and weight of his bullish big balls. If you have had a change of heart and might prefer being, as living a bovine cow existence, then the research facility would be thrilled to see you coming back into their loving hands.” A rather upset as putout Jennifer spoke of her friend's feelings.
"What," Carla stopped to ask, only to stand and gawk at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. “A female Minotaur is a sexy female!”