Sylvia was desperately trying to fight both her extreme hunger and powerful pull of her newfound bovine instincts. Even though she barely
knew Paul, something about his plea for her to join him in fully embracing her animal side seemed entirely logical and appealing. She
looked down at the hay that Paul was gorging himself on. Somehow, nothing had ever looked more delicious to her in her entire life. She
bent down and took a bite.
After only a few mouthfulls, Sylvia's transformation progressed rapidly. While she had grown a light layer of fur, Sylvia had not been as far
along in her transformation as Paul had been, but now she was more than making up for lost time. Her boobs surged in both size and
number, coalescing into a wonderous milk-filled sac that moved ever further down Sylvia's body. Her stiff hands and feet merged into
more recognizable hoofs, as her arms and legs lengthened to prepare for her new life as a quadruped. Sylvia's butt, ample and shapely
when she was fully human, exploded outward and took on an angular appearance, shredding her already tight khaki sorts into pieces.
Sylvia's torso likewise enlarged into befit her new bovine manner, tearing apart her pink tank top.
Sylvia remained preoccupied with eating throughout the whole process, failing to notice the changes even to her face. Her tongue swelled
withong her mouth even as she used it to lap down bites of hay. Her nose and mouth grew in size and pushed further away from her face,
norming a recognizable snout. Her eyes slowly lost their green coloring as they moved to the sides of her face, as her ears popped out
and up along her head.
So focused on eating had, the now nude and almost fully bovine, Sylvia been, she completely forgot about Paul and the rapid changes to
her body. She absentmindly let out a noticable fart and intended to continue eating, had Paul not taken obvious notice of the bodily
function as a gesture of attraction.
"Syoooolviooooa!" Paul exclaimed, having regainged some of his mental facilities in the frenzy of eating. "Yoooou're oooo cooooooow!"
The bovine Sylvia looked up from eating and took measure of herself. "Oooo guoooosse ooooo oooom oooo cooooow." Mooed Sylvia with
pride, her voice a little deeper and unintelligible for the transformation. "Doooooo yooooou loooke whoooot yoooou seoooo?" Cooed
Sylvia enticingly.
"Yooooose!" Replied Paul. His larger bovine penis instangly perked up. "Ooooo wooooont yoooou soooo baoood!"
"Goooooood, mooooo boooog coooow booooott noooods yoooooou tooooo." Replied Sylvia. Throughout their flirtatious bovine banter,
Sylvia's Vagina had slowly been moving towards her anus in order for jer to make love the proper bovine way. Paul moved towards Sylvia
and mounted her. With each thrust and pang of pleasure, Paul and Sylvia lost more of their human selves and became more like the bull
and cow they mow where. When Paul finished, both he and Sylvia, somehow possessing their former intelligence and speech skills, had
completely forgotten their lives as humans.
"Thoooot woooos soooooome goooood soooox Poooool!" cheered Sylvia. "Oooooom glooood thooooot wooooo fooooound eoooooch
ooooother! Nooooot mooooony ooooof mooooo looooovers hoooove ooooover hooood ooooo coooock boooog enooooough fooooor
moooo boooooot oooond voooooginoooo!" Sylvia's bovine pride notwithstanding, it was clear that she had retained memory of her human
life, even if it had been replaced with her new bovine self.