The words were hardly out of Susan's mouth when she unexpectedly leaped at Jennifer, knocking her back onto the bed. One gray paw was clamped firmly over Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer struggled, kicking her hooves in the air, but Susan held firm to the bed with her other three claws. Their six large breasts pushed together as they struggled, and both girls felt oddly turned on by the feeling.
When one minute had passed, Susan relaxed her grip and got back to her feet. "Okay, that should do it. According to legend, it's a one-minute time limit, right?"
Jennifer didn't really know this for sure. Both times the curse was used, the cursee had responded before then. She said "transform," anyway, hoping the time limit was a made up portion of the curse's legend.
"I don't think that's going to work," Susan smiled a toothy grin. "First, I'll adjust your previous transformation so that you will no longer transform more into a cow if you insult someone. But your current features can stay the same."
Jenn's eyes widened. What was Susan doing? She didn't want to keep these ridiculous hooves and tail, not to mention fur. The bigger breasts were nice, but the ears had to go!
"Instead," Susan continued, "I transform you into my cowgirl slave. The appropriate restraints will be permanently attached to your body." At this command, Jennifer's skin began to grow new extensions. A burning in her wrists brought her attention to thick, leathery straps hardening around them. Silver hooks extended from these. Jenn tried to lift the strap on her right wrist with her left hand fingers, but discovered the strap was melded perfectly to her skin. Failing this attempt to remove the strap, she pulled her left hand away but it stuck. Looking closer, she saw that the silver hooks on each wrist strap had linked together. As she watched, she was slowly able to pull apart her wrists as more metal links formed out of thin air between the existing ones. Finally, the links stopped forming when the chain connecting her wrists was two feet long. She looked down at her feet, and saw the same type of chain had connected black bracelets around her ankles, except this chain was longer to allow her more freedom to walk. Her neck tickled, and reaching up with her hands, she discovered a collar had formed there. It too was grown right off her skin and couldn't be removed. From the front grew two things: Another silver chain and a leathery strap. The chain linked itself in mid-air to the center of the chain connecting her wrists. Now Jennifer was prevented not only from pulling her hands more than two feet apart, but from lowering her hands down farther than her waist. The leather strap, meanwhile, grew almost all the way to the ground and ended in a loop, now unmistakably a leash.
"While we're at it, let's ditch that preppy clothing add some other accessories that should make you look even more foolish," Susan chimed. As if on cue, Jennifer's clothes disappeared off her body. Her skirt vanished to reveal a pussy covered in thick cow fur. Her breasts bulged out, free of their restrictive bra. Tattered socks melted off her large hooves. Something felt weird in her mouth. Something hard was growing behind her teeth, forcing her jaw open. A bite was forming, each end poking out of the sides of her mouth and connecting with newly-grown straps that looped around the back of her neck. Another loop encircled her face between her nose and ears, then looped down underneath her jaw and back up to the other side of the bite.
Jenn tugged futilely at these new attachments. "Wha am I, a horsh?" she tried to say through the thick bite. Her nose hurt and something cold and metallic was growing from it. Turning to her mirror, Jennifer saw a large, thick, brass ring had grown on her nose. Three similar-looking earrings appeared on her right ear, and they stuck out well against its black fur. Meanwhile, on her other ear, a large white clip with the number "01" appeared near its floppy tip. The region around her breasts began to burn, and Jennifer looked down to see that a harness was strapping itself around her chest. Leather loops formed a figure-eight around her large breasts and four straps curled around her body--two under her arms and two over her shoulders. They all connected at her back in a large circular silver ring. Finally, a black leather thong tightened around her privates. Jennifer stood before Susan, a slave in body and posture.
"Perfect," Susan said with a sinister grin. "And to top this all off, we will be the only two on the planet who realize you shouldn't look this way all the time."
"Fufan," Jennifer whimpered. "I'm rearry forry."
"Too late for apologies," Susan snapped. "I'll probably change you back in a few minutes, but first...your dare. I dare you to obey the every command of anyone who holds your leash." With that, the catgirl swiped up Jennifer's dangling leash. "Now, slave, transform me back to a human."