What Tom saw when he looked at his chest were two small but growing lumps slowly pushing his shirt away from
his chest.
The overpowering smell coming from Mary's office was accompanied by a crash. Tom dashed to the door the noise
came from and the secretary was already jumping out of her seat to open the door. Suddenly, a large and buxom
but furry creature shambled through the door knocking the secretary, Catherine, aside.
Tom looked upward into the face of the creature, recognizing the eyes he saw there and the broken door of the
office it came out of. He tentatively asked, "Mary?"
He watched as his coworker slowly turned to creature and coughed at the smell coming from her office. She had
grown a lot of dark hair all over her body but it was growing thicker, turning to fur. Her nails darkened as her fingers
and hands mutated into dark, three digit hooves. Mary's temple erupted two small nubs which grew into goat
horns. Dark fur grew along her back and wide ass, eventually down to her feet while her massive tits and soft belly
were covered with a dark gray. As a tail grew, Mary's body sprouted two nubs which grew into teats, then swelled
into an udder beneath her belly. Mary bleated as a pressure built behind her heavy face, only to be relieved by her
face stretching forward into a goat's snout. She slowly grew just a couple more inches as her toes began to merge,
then split into large goat hooves. The once small and petite Mary had turned into a tall, big, and beautiful goat
woman.
Tom tried to back away but felt like he was moving in slow motion. Mary was looking at him and bleating, one large
hoven finger pointing at him excitedly. He glanced at the secretary who had recovered and was now standing
again. But something was different about Catherine now. Her breasts had been plentiful and Catherine often wore
at attire that showed off her assets but now she was showing more than she once had before. Her cleavage had
deepened considerably and her mammaries were straining at her top.
"I recognize that smell," Catherine said.
Tom tried to back away but his chest had taken on a jiggly feeling. He stopped to look down.
"That's a Barnyard Scent!"
He started to take larger breaths, panicking.
"Don't worry," said Catherine, "this is fun. I've done these, like, a hundred times! At least!"
What Tom saw when he looked at his chest were two small but growing lumps slowly pushing his shirt away from
his chest.
What he saw when he looked at Catherine was a deepening cleavage line, hardening nipples appearing through the
fabric of her top as one hand played with them and the other dropped to caress her inner thigh.
Tom's small tits jiggled again. He continued to panic.