"Woah what MOOOOO happened" you mooed, your voice deep and feminine. You gently rubbed your scalp with three fingered, hoof capped hand. "I feel, weird."
Turning, you spotted the figure in front of you. Before you stood a well-endowed Bull man, also looking at himself in confusion.
"What the MOOOO HELL?!" The man mooed, quickly stopping himself as he realized his words were slipping into unintentional Bull noises.
"Oh fuck" you moaned as you looked down at your chest. Your DD breasts are perfectly taught against the pink of your one-piece, held in the air almost against their own gravity. Gently, you cupped one of your breasts. You squirmed slightly as you felt its supple give, and ample weight. Without thought, you brought the second hand to your chest. Your breasts are almost perfect, an exact approximation of what you'd sometimes pictured late at night when you were alone in your bed and had time to dwell on such often confusing, yet exciting things. Your bodies excitement grew, and quickly began to concentrate in your crotch. Gently, you released your breasts and stroked your hooved hands down the sides of your one-peice. The curves, they were toned yet didn't skimp on just the perfect amount of fat. You rested your hands on your hips.
Suddenly between your legs, you feel a sudden and alien twitch. A pleasurable contraction of...something that seemed to fill you with an inexplicable need.
Looking down, you saw the curves only continued between your legs as the suit exposed only the slightest hint of the lips that lay below.
"I'm a MOOOOO Cow girl!" You cried, throwing your hands up and raising your tail in alarm, as the realization suddenly crashed down on you.
"Fuck man" you said as you studied your shapely arms, "Fuck why'd I have to be a Cow, a girl AND curvy."
"If I had to bet" Came the smooth baritone of what you now recognize as Lily’s new voice "You're not a girl, you're definitely a woman. And I’d like to be called ‘Jeremy’ for a while”.
You turned to your girlfriend. Where you expected a short dirty blonded female, you found a towering, muscle bound God of a Bull man. You blushed as a strange flutter filled your chest. That's LILY- JEREMY? You thought.
"Dude 'girls' definitely don't have these" Said Jeremy, a forwardness uncharacteristic of the shy, timid girlfriend. You stared as you felt a strong, hoofy hand cup one of your breasts. Jeremy had stepped forward, only inches from you now. You found your muzzle centimeters from his powerful chest. Between his pecs, there was a mat of thicker, black hair - a Bull approximation of chest hair - that seemed to give off a musk that seemed to speak to your increasingly feminine mind. Blushing, you looked up at his face. There you found a powerful jaw and striking features, features that were undoubtably bovine yet in his new form, translated as handsome.
"Uhhhhh" You started, against the thickness of your feminine thighs you could feel the Bull man's giant package gently brushing.
The hoof then left your skin as Jeremy broke the masculine illusion, pulling back and laughing at you.
"Hahaha, you're a chick!" he called, a child-like tone entering his words as he stepped back "You have boobs!." The man bent over in laughter, the occasional moo punctuating his chuckles. His personality must’ve changed, seeing as Lily was never one to taunt in a childish way.
You sit embarrassed, shied from your girlfriend, arms lifting to cover your heavy chest. Childlike or not, Jeremy's taunts and laughter were uncharacteristic of his old personality. Just an hour ago, she was nervous about even coming here. Now he was openly taunting your body. There was something bolder about him, childlike and increasingly crude.
"And If I had to guess, I'd say you even LIKE it!" Jeremy continued.
You linger in confusion, Jeremy was never one to taunt. Uncharacteristic or not, the words still stung your shattered masculine pride.
"Jeremy, stop it! What's gotten into you?!" You cried back, a heat flushing your face "...It just all feels so new, so weird. I-I don't want to be a woman! Ick!"
Jeremy grinned at you, the jockish nature growing in him took pride at tearing down your masculinity. Lily had never been one to gloat or degrade, the machine must have changed her personality extremely. You assume that something about his body made him feel bold, as if he could say all the things, he was too shy to say before. He pushed his taunts further.
"The way you were feeling yourself? Yea right. I bet you've wanted to have breasts for years. Now you finally have your own pair!"
While Lily wasn’t a boy, she was well aware than you loved breasts. From the several times you had had sex, she knew you had always wanted to grope and play with hers. As Jeremy thought about it, staring at your well framed chest, he was starting to feel the appeal. Warmth started to fill him.
"This is not funny!" You interjected, anger filling your voice as a single tear fell down your fur. His words cut deep, as you were distressed and didn’t want this body in the first place.
His laughing cut immediately. The sight of the tear seemed to renew his old self, remiding him why he never wanted to taunt anyone before. It was hurtful, mean....
"Sorry..." Jeremy said, his body language melted from the confident jockish swagger he'd slipped into, to the sheepish timidity of 19 year old Lily the human woman. "I-I got a bit carried away. These muscles just feel so good, and I think that machine is making me say things I wouldn't otherwise."
His hoofed hand nervously rubbed the back of his mane as his hind hoof timidly dug into the sand. The contrast between the hulking donkey jock and his timid, childlike manner would have been funny to you, had your changes not been the primary concern.
Whipping the tear from the hide of your face, you briefly closed your eyes and collected yourself. Breathing in deeply, your breasts heaved out - something Jeremy couldn't help but notice. The breath was calming, centering. The sudden burst of tears and anger faded. You weren’t normally the emotional type, but something about this body just brought out your feelings.
"It's ok Jeremy, that MOOO machine... It made me think things I wouldn't otherwise… Dude" You paused hearing your unexpected moo. "It's STILL making me feel funny. I-I swear I don't normally cry. I'm not...." Your voice quieted, the weight of the word hitting you "...a girl." "How did we not notice this? And why--" You added, blushing slightly "Why when I was changing did it feel so, amazing? It was as if the machine was making me want to give in...."
*perspective shift to third person*
Jeremy couldn't help but feel bad, but for some reason the bad feeling seemed to be dying down. As a human girl, if he'd hurt his friend's he'd have been thinking about it for hours. He was naturally sensitive. Now, with the buzz of the machine was still playing through his mind, the part of him that wanted to taunt, the part of him that found the humor in his partners changed form was surging once more. He grinned slightly. His boyfriend Zach always tried so hard to be manly. At the same time, he couldn't help but find his eyes studying his Zach’s graceful new form. He had never yet felt any interest in women before, yet now, in his new body....there was just something about them. Something that made him feel gooood. Below, he started to feel an odd pressure developing between his legs.
“Jeremy” Zach said "Do you feel a weird, er...desire...in the back of your mind? Like, I feel a part of me. A growing part of me..." He looked down at the fur of his hide, some of it beginning to stand on end. "...enjoying this. This body, it's so strong. I'm-an adult, I've never been this well developed. Even if I'm a girl. It's so...weirdly goood"
The strength of his feminine body was a far cry from the weakness of his pre-transformation form. His Cow self, it seemed, kept herself in good shape. Not quite a weightlifter by any means, she was clearly someone who frequented yoga. Zach idly began to test the flexibility of his hips, finding his range of motion well beyond anything he'd felt as a boy.
"...and I'm so flexible" he muttered, a note of pride slipping into his words. Gracefully, he bended down, fingers reaching passed his toes and head easily bending between his legs. Behind him, his perky ass swiftly popped into the air, tail curled slightly above it. His cheeks tightened in practiced strength, filling his one piece to its fullest.
From behind, he hardly realized his show was attracting attention. An astonished Jeremey locked eyes with Zach's ass. Lips smacking in sudden hunger.