"Do you want me to fuck you like a cow?" I ask
"Wha-What?" Morgana coughs.
"In your sleep, you said milk me and that you wanted to be taken like a cow." I answer, I may get the best of this woman yet.
Morgana looks frightened for the first time and turns away. Her cheeks are still red but I can't tell if its from embarassment or the excitement. Eitherway, being in control of the situation is making me horny and I can see she's looking at my cock out of the corner of her eye.
"I would never say such things. What do you think I am some sort of fetish..."
I cut her off. "We both know you were getting off on turning me into a pig," I kiss her on the cheek and tell her "your secrets safe with me, cow!"
She bites her lip, more embarassed but can't keep the smile from her face.
"OK," she says, "but if you try anything I'll turn you into a fucking maggot." She tries her best to be threatening but right now she's just a weak and horny woman asking for a good fucking and we both know it. She gets on all fours in front of me and waves her wand above us. Immediately I see the changes start. Her large breasts swell and become heavy. Drooping down, moving down between her legs. Extra teets grow and the two spheres merge into a single milk sack. The defining characteristic of a cow.
"Looks like this fat heiffer is almost ready for milking!" I tease whilst reaching out and squeezing her new teets from between her legs.
"Uhhnn. If you keep teasing I might have to Ahhhh... make you a real bull," I laugh at her pathetic attempt to stay dominate. Not noticing that she's not the only one growing a thick furry cow hide. I keep working her teets and lower my head to her pussy, lapping at her just enough to make her want more.
"Hurry up and do it," she demands. As if she has power over me.
I have her where i want her "Haha not yet" I laugh
"Uhhn..p..please" she begs.
"Please what?"
"Please just fuck me," she pleads
"What are you?" I demand to know.
"I'm a cow! Mount me like the cow I am" and I plunge into her and I don't stop. And the changes don't stop. She's still holding the wand and my corkscrew tails straightens and lengthens into a bulls tails whilst a similar tails rubs against my chest as I pound into the cow girl.