The changes seem to hault after that. And I move my new legs uncomfortable around my bloated teats as they continue to leak milk down my calves.
"Is that it?" I wondered out loud. Then felt a wave of fear. What if I was stuck like this? A man with a cows legs. Cockless and bestial. A milk leaking, hairy freak.
"Please," I begged as the doctor examined my large ass and swishing tail. "Don't leave me like this,"
He chuckled in response. "Oh don't you worry. Your body is just catching its breath for the final stage,"
"The final stage? OHH!" I cry out as it feels like the air is forced from my lungs. My diaphragm squeezes with my ribcage as it tapers in on itself. With suprise I look down as the feeling moves up and disburses to see that not only has the fur traveled up to several inches over my navel, But my waist has shrunk down, leaving behind a with a very exaggerated hourglass figure. Not that that lasts long as a layer of fat grows along my belly, leaving a slight pudge. One that accentuates my cow half nicely, I admit begrudgingly. My arms and shoulders tingle. They thin out as my muscle melts away and my shoulders shrink, leaving me feeling weak and effeminate in my cuffs, which have somehow shifted to keep a firm grip on me. My face feels funny. I stretch my jaw as it grows and warps. My view point changes and I cry out in confusion. Then horror as all I hear come from my throat is a long "Mooooo," when the cracking stops I realize my head has become that of a cow, my snout long and my nubby horns wide set. Finally I feel a familiar pressure in my chest. I knew what was coming as the skin behind my nipples swelled just like my balls had. They grew long and thick as the areola widened and flesh burgeoned out behind them. The pressure built as they sagged down, the size of basketballs as they stopped growing out and filled with milk. I felt the same discomfort as before only moments before they erupted. Spraying streams of milk on me and the floor. I let out another moo as I looked across at the doctor, who's assistants had wheeled out a mirror. And in that mirror I saw the new me. A hefty hucow, covered in its own milk. The last of the transformation shifting my hands into a weird mix of human and cow, my fingers merging into three clunky digits that were like flexible hooves.
"You turned out beautifully, my girl!" The Doctor exclaimed, reaching down under my ass to explore my new sex with his fingers, electing a moo of suprise and pleasure from my lungs as my pussy leaked to betray my arousal.
"Don't worry, you will learn how to talk again with time and practice. Which you might have plenty of time to do, depending on where you go from here," He flipped a page on his clipboard. "So you have several options. You shall collect your money of course then you may choose to go back to your life. Your changes are irreversible, so you will need to navigate that of course. Or you may volunteer for one of our new dairy facilities, where you will be housed and paided fairly to provide for society in a new and very much experimental way,"