Could this be it, could this be even more of a turn on than having her pussy and asshole reform between her buttcheeks? The sensation was debilitating, making her unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of her groin flesh. Both her firm expanding belly and lower sack worked to try and rupture her pants, then to help join in their efforts, her lower back began to be lifted by her inflating ass and widening hips. All three grew in unison to put pressure on the jeans, straining the single button and zipped. Then suddenly her belly freed itself, flopping out from the top of the jeans and pushing aside remains of the blouse. The feeling sent more shockwaves of pleasure as the sack beneath her belly was now free to expand inside the jeans. It wasted no time, pressing lightly against the denim at first as her hips continued to try and finish the job. Then four areas on the sack began to take all focus from anything else, they felt incredible and even before they began to bud and form nipples, Susan had finally worked it out. She was turning into a cow. Oh my god, just how far was this going to go, was she going to turn entirely into a cow? These worries were quickly banished as the though of having sex with a giant bull suddenly flooded her lust crazy brain, making her yell out in her head “yes, I wan to be a cooooow”.
The udder nipples continued their expansion, feeling just as intense has her breast nipples did before. This time, the coarse material provided a whole new sensation compared to the smooth fabric before, rubbing against it as they unfurled inside like fingers of a rolled up rubber glove. Now four teats begged for release, the growing udder spilling out the side of her panties and rubbing against the jeans. “Yes, free my udder” Susan screamed in her head “let them feel the air”, wishing she could bring her hoof hands to do anything, but her body was paralysed by the overflowing lust and animalistic desire. Her cow legs, which had been straining against the seams of the pant legs the whole time, had finally won out tearing the sides a little, and with a sudden jolt she felt the trill that her new body may finally be unmasked. “I want to see this new body, I want to stroke it all over” she demanded in her thoughs, willing the last remnants of her clothing to be gone. Finally the button gave way as well, and part of her new appendage began to poke out. “yes, my udder” her brain yelled at the same moment a new sensation joined in.
Her face was beginning to pulsate, her whole head erupting in a burning feeling as blood rushed all over. She screwed her bulging eyes closed as her face writhed in changes. This was it, this was the most intense feeling ever: combined with the imminent exposure of the new udder and the possibility of her face changing into a cows, Susan was thrown into a sky high orgasm which seemed to have no peek. she could tell this one was almost limitless in the blinding animal lust that filled her entire soul. Her ears burned hot as they changed, growing long and ridged, even migrating up her head slightly. The lust was enough to distract her from the buzzing and distortions to her hearing as her nerves following with the migration. Her very skull shifted, how she couldn't tell, but bone was growing and shifting with unnatural speed. Her nose pulsed and widened a little as her eyes shifted slightly further apart. The feeling was intense and she lost all sense of up or down, undergoing the most intense combination of vertigo and peeking sexual climax. But despite all this, she could still feel her head changing, two bumps forming high up her forehead “my god, I'm growing horns” she inner monolog squealed with excitement. Then as the pressure in her head mounted, her face moved out a little again, pushing her lips and widening nose further out into a muzzle. Her lips tickened and her front teeth left the back molars behind. Another rush and her face pushed out a little more. The skin from her nose down to her now leather lips changed, becoming a cow's nose. Instinctively, she gave it a lick, a giant tongue sliding out and wiping across it, giving it its first ever gloss. “Ow my goooood, yessss” went her mind as a yet another strange feeling began to build up in her lunges. It built and built, just as the material of her pants finally gave way to her huge hips and great big udder, the teats now waving free as the udder jiggled with delight with its arrival. At that moment, the feeling burst out in the biggest, most impossibly intense orgasm, forcing out all the pent up energy in Susans lungs, erupting from her cow muzzle and vibrating her thick leather lips “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”.
She bellowed and bellowed, realizing her remote farm house and solitude offered perfect privacy for a transforming anthromph like her. She bellowed a moo with pride and conviction, loving every second of dawning realization that she was now part cow. Even though she realized it would have been repulsive to someone like her before, the though of such animal freedom the new body offered, she felt totally free. Susan collapsed, her body finally relaxing even in the sticky mess she had left on the bed. She remained motionless, allowing herself to consciously feel all her new changes. The cool air gently passing over her six long teats, as well as the feeling against her now giant leathery vagina. Ever her tail, which remained trapped in the ruins of her jeans. She could feel its soft skin and hairy tip, she could feel each length of bone going down. Experimentally, she tried to move it, as felt the most excited and accomplished ever when it twitched in response, rubbing against her leg. Even though her eyes had grown apart, she still had perfect binocular vision even up close. Her wet nose was cooled by the air, and she gave it another lick. The long dextrose tongue came out the corner of her mouth. Gliding over her black puffy lips and reaching her broad nose. The new skin tingled as she slowly passed the rough tongue over it, tasting a little bit of mucus as well which excited Susan a little. Her legs, still partly trapped in the jeans, were tipped with a pair of hard hooves. The feeling of having large numb (yet well attached) hooves was certainly different. The arch of her foot now formed her lower leg and her human lower leg had been shortened to accommodate. Susan wondered if she could walk on all fours, she wanted to and because her fingers now had hooves as well, she felt it was meant to be. Finally her curiosity won out over her feelings of bliss, lying there and quietly feeling the changes. She lifted her legs and gradually pealed the remains of the jeans from her long cow legs using her hoof hands. As she did so, her tail excitedly whipped out making her giggle putting a hoof to her mouth to stifle it. The feeling of numb hoof against sensitive slick cow nose made Susan gasp in excitement. She stroked the hard nail across her elongated face and towards her new ears. They were further up on her had, but a quick stroke proved they were indeed hers. Next stop were the horns, poking out between her long strait fringe. They were hard and well anchored to her skull. Finally she stroked the length of her new muzzle, marveling at just how different it made her feel. “There must be a bit of extra weight and a change in how I hold my head up”, she though, and as she stroked her neck she felt it had thickened and even lengthened a bit. “All the better the eat grass” she through, realizing what a cows diet actually was. Thinking of diet, she propped herself up to look at her round belly. She could feel that her stomach was doing its best to work through the remaining human food she had eating, and she was glad that at least the transformation hadn't made her throw it up. Then a thought struck her: “cud is throwup”, and she giggled a little, again taking the opportunity to stroke her face. She realized that it was because of her new extra stomachs that her belly was bigger, but she loved the way it made her look plump and ripe. She then admired her new gigantic breasts. They looked firm and bulging even though the law of gravity made them sag slightly, and the two long teats resting on top of them invited Susan to touch one. Bringing a hoof over, she gently stroked down on it, rewarding her with a shiver of pleasure. Moving onto her udder, she marveled at how it looked. It was pinker than her tan skin, and four tears rested proudly like her breast teats did. It was quite large, pushing her legs apart slightly and lifting her round belly up slightly. Just like her breast teat, she stroked one as well and was rewarded with the same sensation. “I can't wait to use a milking machine on it” she though “or better yet, let one the calves suckle on them”, and at that a wonderful feel swept over her, and she felt that as soon as she could, she would go out there and do just that. It was the season and she had 4 calves this year. But it was dark and they would be sleeping “will I sleep upright as well, or will I continue to sleep in a bed” she though, these were all things she would have to find out. Realizing the bra and blouse were still on her, Susan felt that unless she got cold (she hadn't any fur) she didn't want to wear clothing, she was part animal now and being naked was the best feeling for her. With each task, Susan gained dexterity with her new hooves, managing to finally remove the bra after easily removing the blouse. It felt like another milestone in her transformation, looking down at the tattered remains of her human clothing, she felt free.
Then came the next milestone: