Sylvia had always been a bigger girl. Not obese, but certainly much thicker than most of her peers. While she had first been clearly upset
about the karmic implications of slowly turning into a cow, her time with Pual was changing her mind (and soon body) on the most literal of
levels.
"Paul, I'm feeling a bit hungry, I think I'm goOOoing to try soOOOome of this grass," stated Sylvia. Her voice was getting deeper and she
was taking subtle pleasure of each word extended by her moos.
Paul nodded and watched as Sylvia got down on all fours and began to munch away at the surrounding foliage. Paul wasn't usually
attracted to bigger girls, but there was something about Sylvia's heft that seemed right to him on an instinctual level. Little did Paul know
that Sylvia had barely transformed beyond her new vocals and instincts.
As she grazed, Sylvia's ass was raised in the air, a natural byproduct of the fact that she was not yet the quadruped her mind was leading
her to believe. It did present Paul an excellent opportunity to admire her rear end, stuffed into a pair of white dress pants. Just then, Paul
noticed something, Sylvia's pants were getting tighter, soon Paul could make out the clear indentations of her panties. As Sylvia's pants
got tighter, so too did Paul's, in a manner of speaking, but Sylvia didn't seem to be reaction to her metamorphosis.
As seams began to rip on Sylvia's pants, Paul took it upon himself it rectify the situation. "Sylvia, your pants are toOOOOoo tight!" Still no
response. Paul approached Sylvia from behind and made a struggling attempt to wrestle the pants off of her. In spite of Sylvia's struggles,
Paul managed to use his teeth to force the tattered pants off of her, revealing her massive ass and thighs. She pushed him away angrily.
"What are yoOOOou getting at Paul? I was trying toOOOOoo graze here!" Remarked an angry Sylvia, her nose and mouth had pushed
out into a snout, which was now covered in bits of grass and dirt.
"I'm soOOOOorry, I think I just wanted a better loOOook at your boOOOOOooty!" replied a blushing Paul.
Sylvia let out a smile from her now broader lips, and quickly used her equally larger tongue to lick the bits of grass and sift off her face.
After swallowing her tiny snack, Sylvia bit her lip and replied: "If yoOOOOou wanted a better loOOOOok, yoOOOOou shoOOuld have just
asked!" Sylvia's words were being increasingly co-opted by her moos. But she wasn't too concerned, never before had a boy been so
forward with her. She liked it, she wanted him even more.
Sylvia strutted towards Paul, the additional fat on her butt and thighs jiggling in an enticing way. She turned away from a speechless Paul
and presented her ass to him, and began to grind her rear end against his crotch. She could feel his erection hidden underneath the
remains of his pants.
Sylvia had never felt more sexy in her life. Though she would soon be devolving more fully into a mindless beast, she couldn't deny the
palpable part of her that loved her changes. As she continued her efforts, Sylvia felt a quick coughing feeling in her windpipe. A second
later, she was happily chewing on cud. Sylvia then looked over her shoulder at Paul and said: "Allright loOOOverboOOoy, what
doOOOOoo yoOOOou want toOOOoo doOOOo next?"