"Um...," Colin said, trashing the wet paper towels. "Sure..." He knelt on the floor and took one of Sally's arms. He fumbled to get his fingers under the latex glove.
When she saw he was having trouble, Sally began to fear the worst. "You said they would come off," she said, annoyed.
"Yeah," Colin scratched his head the way he usually did whenever he was caught lying.
Sally was livid. "I can't believe you!" She pushed him with a hoof, knocking him onto his butt. "You said they would come off!"
"It's just ah-a-a 24 hour time limit, like the udder!" he stammered, clambering back to his feet. "I'm sorry, okay? I just wanted to see you getting more into your costume! Don't try to tell me you didn't just enjoy yourself a few minutes ago!"
"Let me see the tags, Colin. I want to read the fine print mooself!" Sally struggled to stand, finding that once again she was stuck on all fours. Colin couldn't help but notice that her posture seemed to have changed, her back now much more parallel to the floor - had her arms lengthened? Or had her legs shortened somewhat? Her thighs were definitely thicker, and with a shock he realized a nub had pushed out from the base of her spine and was hanging down over the top of her panties, twitching slightly.
Colin backed into the hallway, Sally clopping forward to follow, seemingly unaware of how much more naturally she was walking on the hooves. Her udder and enlarged breasts dangled beneath her, swaying as she trotted down the hall to the bathroom.