Mitchell, Hank, Sam and the rest of the boys on the football team exchanged a series of glances as the
spotlight once again blinked into existence above them. They had watched, stupefied, as their friend and
teammate had transformed into a busty cowgirl. Literally. Dan's girlfriend, Beth, had her head buried in her
hands. No doubt she was feeling humiliated, terrified, and maybe even a little bit responsible for what had
happened to her boyfriend, since the witch Kylie claimed to be inspired by her.
"What do we do, man?" Hank whispered to his fellow running back, Mitchell Harris. Though the two were
unrelated, they could easily pass as brothers. Both had lean, muscular legs, a slightly stocky build, and
wild, moppish brown hair on their equally freckled heads. Hank's eyes were a muddy brown while Mitch had
watery blue eyes.
Mitchell shook his head. "I don't know. I don't feel anything. Do you?"
"No. Not yet anyway."
Sam, one of the team's big linebackers, joined in. "It's comin'," he said in his deep voice. His eyes were so
wide they almost seemed to glow compared to his dark skin and short black hair. He was a big guy, with an
impressive gut, large arms, and a tendency to shuffle when he walked down the halls.
Kylie interrupted their little pow-wow. "Oh boys," she cooed. "Smell that?"
Though each member of the football team knew they shouldn't, knew something bad would probably happen if they
did, each and everyone inhaled through their nose, searching for some kind of smell. It was like telling
someone not to look at something; it was almost a given that they would at least catch a glimpse of the
forbidden object before turning away or closing their eyes. So it was that over a dozen guys all sniffed the
air at the same time and all of them caught the scent of something, well... amazing!
"Woah," murmured Sam. "What is that? Smells fan-fucking-tastic!" He inhaled again and again, deeper each time,
trying to get as much of the wonderful smell as he could. His nostrils flared wide as he huffed.
Inhaling just as deeply, Mitchell looked around for the source of it. "Yeah, man," he agreed. He snorted
slightly, trying to sniff more of the smell. It was almost cloyingly sweet, with a spicy undertone. The
running back just wanted to bury his face in it and inhale until he exploded.
Hank shifted restlessly as he snorted the air, his nostrils huge and wide. In fact, they seemed to stretch
wider still as he scented the air, so large that his nose resembled more of a snout. As he snorted and looked
around for the source of the wonderful smell, his face began to push outward into a small muzzle, joining his
nose and mouth together into a more bovine appearance. "Smells so fucking goooooood," he groaned and felt his
cock stir in his pants. He, like Tom, had come in his jersey and gym shorts. The stretchy fabric started
tenting outward as his member rapidly hardened.
The rest of the team were sporting similar boners in their respective costumes, and many of them had huge
nostrils and the start of a bovine muzzle as their faces pushed outward. Sam stroked himself through the
bandages he had used in his mummy costume, snorting and huffing loudly. His eyes found Dan up on the stage,
now openly fingering her wet pussy under her big pink udder. Something clicked in his mind and he realized
that she was the source of the wonderful smell. The cowgirl was in heat, and he was going to be the one to
mount her.
Sam pushed some of his changing teammates away from them as two dark horns started pushing out of his temple.
His pushes turned to shoves as they jostled him back, their own growing horns curving from their heads into
dull points above them. Already a big guy, Sam felt himself swell even further as his arms and chest gained
more muscle. A dark shape wiggled under his bandages before finally popping free. It was a black bull's tail.
"Cooooooow," Hank mooed, scenting Dan on stage.
"Mine!" Sam bellowed. He snorted, puffing up his chest and lowering his horns. His floppy, pointed ears
twitched in agitation as he made the challenge to the rival bull man for his mate.
As Hank swelled with muscle, he too snorted and pawed at the ground with one foot. His sneaker flopped about
before finally falling off, revealing a foot swiftly changing into a hoof. They squared off against each other
for a moment, then charged. Their bodies slammed into each other, their erect cocks bobbing in their pants as
their horns clacked against each other. Around them, other members of the team were doing the same as they
each grew horns, bulked up with muscle, and underwent other changes to make them horny bull men just wanting
to mate with the cowgirl on stage.
Mitchell was the only one not left to fight an opponent. Instead, he was shoving people out of the way as he
charged toward the stage. His cock was painfully hard, tenting his toga obscenely. His horns were a dull white
and a shiny silver ring had grown in his nose as it pushed into a muzzle. He was almost three times bigger
than a few minutes ago, his muscles bulging as he pushed student after student out of his way. Short brown fur
began to sprout across his body, matching his hair, as he clumsily climbed onto the stage with his new hooves.
"MOOOOOO!" he bellowed as he approached Dan. She mooed in return, her cheeks flushed with need. Slowly, unable
to take it anymore, she turned around and bent over. Her tail lifted, revealing the puffy pussy lips, red with
heat and lust, to her soon-to-be mate.
Mitch grabbed the material of his toga and ripped it away, ripping off his boxers in the process. His thick,
erect bull cock sprang up and slapped him in the belly. It was dripping with precum that splattered onto his
furry chest and sheath, some of it dripping thickly onto the floor. He was about to grab the cowgirl and
thrust into her when another bellow rang out through the room.