Ryan was trying to figure out why he had let himself be dragged of behind the bar by a stranger, let alone a half-bull who he'd only gotten the name of less than two minutes ago, but something was just calling out to him. Something he couldn't explain. Something almost... primal in a way.
Once out of the prying eyes of the public, Mike had him sitting a small booth table for two, with himself on the other side, "This hear is the 'wreck' room. See, everyone that works here also happens to have a little apartment upstairs. Keeps us to ourselves, ya know? Not everybody's as understanding as you."
Something about how Mike said that made Ryan blush, it sounded so sincere. He stammered out a reply of "I-I just don't judge others for stuff like... that."
"And that's damn good of you!" Mike laughed, reaching over to place his large hands over Ryan's sweetly, "I could just tell from the gleam in your eyes, you actually get it. You're a lot like me."
"I... am?" Ryan replied, feeling a strange, almost foreign sensation surging up from the pit of his stomach.
"Yeah! I mean, you're here, aren't you?" Mike smiled back sweetly, "This place calls to people like us. It changes us for the better."
"How?" Ryan asked back, leaning forward slightly, unaware of the small ropey tail slowly growing from his backside.
"Well... believe it or not, bu the guy who owns the place found some kinda magical artifact in some crypt in Egypt or whatever," Mike grinned, matching Ryan's moments as he lowered his voice to sound more sensual, "I never use to believe in that stuff, but after seeing it with own eyes... it's incredible. I feel more like myself than I ever did as boring old dude."
"More like... yourself?" Ryan stared at him almost like in a trance, reclining back in his seat, still oblivious to his changes.
"Yeah, it's so great being able to actually BE me!" Mike laughed aloud, playfully tracing over Ryan's hands, now far more defined and nails darkening, hardening into a hoof like structure, "And I could tell you felt the same way I use to. Confused, unsure of yourself, lost."
"Y-Yeah... I kinda have been feeling like that lately," Ryan nodded in agreement, feeling more like what was being said was true.
"And I wanna help you," Mike smiled back with the most charming he could muster, making Ryan almost swoon, "I could see in under all that skin and confusion... a beautiful cowgirl just waiting to be free."
"A... cowgirl? But I'm a guy... right?" Ryan finally could feel the mass of his body shifting around, but couldn't seem to react to it. His mind to focused on the question even as his voice began to change to a more husky, feminine one.
"I don't know, are you?" Mike teased, reaching over to cup Ryan's face. The sensation was electric; sending shivers down him spine and right to the end of his new found bovine tail that swished to and fro. His plain build altering to a strong, muscular, and curvaceous one. Breeder's hips, a six-pack, thick thighs... and drooling cunt had replaced his former male self. Legs now fully covered in a fur and digitigrade, ending in powerful hooves.
Looking down, Ryan tried to say something, anything as her mind tried to process the sudden changes, "But I was... or I am... I-"
A single finger ran down her chin to her neck and then, her slowly budding breast as Mike spoke once more, "You're beautiful~" Those sweet, lovely words made Ryan's new sex quiver with delight as the heat swelled inside her. Her breasts... no, her tits were finally looking like a proper cow's. Big, bigger, and bigger still until setting around a H cup. They felt so delightfully full, milk slightly leaking through the remnants of her shirt. The fur at creeped up and across her torso and arms, leaving her with the classic white and black spots look.
"I... I know~" Ryan said with a smile as her face began to finalize the change into a proper bovine as horns slowly began to grow. She couldn't help but to openly let out a little 'moo' of excitement in front of the handsome bull in front of her. After all, he was being so nice, so why not give him a little show? She leaned over the table,once more and began to place Mike's hands on her large rack, "And you're not bad looking yourself, cutie."
"Is that so?" Mike smirked, gently rubbing her nipples coax the milk to flow a bit more freely, "I have room upstairs myself, you know. I could 'help' you with these... if your girlfriend doesn't mind."
"I don't care what she wants right now," Ryan moaned back, biting her lower lip, " Because I need a big, strong bull to take care of me~"
"In what way?" Mike grinned, almost knowingly at this point as he stood up and offering her a hand.
Taking his hand, Ryan quickly found herself in his embrace followed by a stinging slap to her gropable ass. She let out a moo of delight as she stared up into his eyes, "I could use a good milking right now. But really? I wanna good, hard fuck! Think you can handle that, Mikey?"
With an eager smirk on his face, Mike dug into his pocket and grabbed a small set of keys from his pocket as he began to lead her up the stairs, "Anything for you, Raine, baby~"