With a quick teleportation spell finished, Marcy felt wind through her hair and smelled grass cow manure all around her. She saw cows in the distance lying in the shade and flicking their ears lazily. But what she didn't see was the witch. Marcy thought, "Oh no, she's abandoned me here! She's left me in a pasture with a cow tail and an udder, and if I don't get out of her, I'm going to have to explain to a farmer what I'm doing here and why I look like this. How will I even have a normal life as a human with these cow parts?"
But Marcy needn't have worried. The witch was only interested in the reactions of the users she'd tracked down and really didn't want to make things truly bad for them (unless they deserved it). It was interesting to hear a woman beg to be a cow and not necessary for the witch to be physically in the field to grant that wish. Marcy felt her hands tense up and spasm a bit, causing her to drop her teat and tail. She stuck her uncomfortable hands out straight in front of her and looked them over from her fingers to her wrists. They didn't look wrong at first, but she did think she could see her bones quaking inside. The hands thinned out; bones inside them fused. Then they surged outward as long as her forearm! Marcy screamed out of surprise but not really pain. She quickly realized her fingers had fused too, but not at the ends. There was a wide joint there, with two wide fingers on top and to smaller ones underneath. Only four fingers--she's lost one! But the bigger ones grow so much keratin in such a hurry that she's no longer left looking at human fingernails but bovine split hooves.
"Whew, at least I'm still changing. I don't know what I would have done as only partly a cow," Marcy thought with some measure of relief. Her feet surged longer, destroying her bedroom slippers, and trying to leave her standing on a pair of hoofed toes each down there. But She was wildly off balance as not only the hind legs of a cow were hard to balance on but her torso was lengthening as well. Her front hooves pounded down to the earth, and Marcy stood on all fours. She looked back and realized she could bend her neck better than usual. The huge flat side of her body was growing black and white fur in patches. Her long tail swished, and the tassel almost brushed her face! Marcy laughed. Her face reached forward and she found a bulky muzzle in the forefront of her vision. Her ears tingling ears flicked, and she looked to the other cattle she'd seen.
Plodding over to them on her broad hooves, Marcy got the hang of walking like a cow and finally arrived in one piece. She was really quite large when she got to them. A few of these massive farm animals were now smaller than her. They didn't seem to do much except signal her with their body language and occasionally release a moaning bellow, and trying out her voice again made her realize she now sounded the same, but as she started paying attention. But as she focused in on their behaviors, she realized she knew what they were trying to communicate to her!
"Wow! You're new! And your spots are so pretty!"
"Where did you come from? You looked like a human from here!"
"The bulls are really going love you."
"Girl! Lie down under the shade and tell us all about yourself..."
There were so many of them all interested in the newcomer. And it seemed like they were going to LIKE her! And if she had friends then maybe she was going to like being a cow. But she couldn't help but wonder where Zemelda was and how her fellow CYOC users were doing.