Sylvia pressed her hips against Paul's groin, leaving naught but the shreds of Paul's pants to divide them. Her intentions were clear, her desires blatant. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. The feeling of his enlargening, mutating member pressing up against her... Her...
She glanced down her chest, a reduction in her breasts allowing her to see what she was feeling contact with. An udder was growing in, replacing the rapidly dwindling human breasts that once protruded proudly from her chest. Huh. Well, she wasn't going to need those things up on her chest anymore, not soon anyway.
Hard, hoof like hands grasped her thighs, giving them a tentative squeeze as the bull seemed to be weighing his options. Deciding whether or not it was okay to do what he wanted to.
"Doooooooo it," Sylvia lowed, glancing back to Paul as a sudden surge of bovine growth in him sheared the last bit of clothing off of his massive frame.
That was all the incentive Paul needed as he realigned himself and pushed his way into her, letting developing instincts take the helm.