Jen fell to the ground, one hand grabbing her breasts, the other grabbing her udder. They quickly filled with milk. Her teats no longer had an opening. 2 lumps, 1 on each side of her, grew in just below her waist. New arms sprouted from these lumps, only one problem; her new hands were actually cat paws. Her knees reversed direction. Her body extended and her spine bent backwards. Once it was all over, there was a 3 foot tall cat-taur with a few phoenix characteristics lying on the ground.
"What happened to me nya?! What changed nya!?" yelled Jen. She tried to get up but her body was reacting right. "Help me nya!"
"Jen, your a cat-taur, as in four legs." said Sam. Jen got up with some difficulty. It didn't take long for her to figure out how to walk. After a few minutes it was second nature to her.
"You know nya, this isn't too bad nya. I could get used to this nya. AHHH!" She collapsed. As she fell, you could hear the milk sloshing around in her breasts and udder. "It's too tight nya." Sam went back to the tent and grabbed a bottle of pain killer.
"Here Jen, take this." said Sam. She put a pill in her mouth. Jen swallowed and stopped shaking.
"That stuff works fast nya." said Jen. She got up and walked over to the pile of rubber balls. She picked one up, focused and it popped. "Crap, it popped nya!"