Vickie sprawled on the sofa, not dead, but beginning to moan and writhe in her sleep as her breasts grew larger and larger and then more plentiful, stretching out her T-shirt with what was undoubtedly a huge demonic udder in the middle of her chest as she grew black and white fur all over her body.
Yes, Vickie had been transformed in to a Holstein cow succubus. "Oh Horny! Oh, Horny! Oh, you're such a good boy!" she moaned in her sleep.
"What the hell is going on and who the hell is Horny?" the old man asked.
"Her bull," Claire answered automatically. "She's in 4H. She has a pet bull out in the barn...."