James took a deep breath, painfully aware of the rise and fall this caused in his prodigious chest. "I... well, I guess I don't have a choice." He reached out, touching the disc. Immediately, it began to spin around and around, sigils forming, glowing amber on the edge of the disc, before it slowly began to come to a halt. A sigil of a cow briefly flashed. "Wait, what is th-"
"-nyway, he'll just be in in a second," an unfamiliar voice said. James felt dazed. Where was he? What was going on? And then, horrifyingly, it all began to come back to him. And he could see his reflection in the glass of his stable.
Daisy Ridley's upper body was where the head of a cow would be. Instead of legs, she had the lower half of a cow, like a perverse centaur, a black and white Holstein colour on her fur, four hoofed legs holding up the entire thing. Between her hind legs wobbled a prodigious udder. On his slender chest dangled what could barely be called breasts anymore, even bigger than they'd been before, and now capped with immense teats. He opened his mouth to let out a scream. "MOOOOOOOO!"
The farmhand in the stable with her patted her flank. "Now, now, I know you're excited, Daisy. But don't strain yourself" With a careful stroke, the farmhand left Daisy to ponder what the fuck she'd done to herself. She couldn't even talk now, a woman's body mooing as she stomped about in the straw.