Sylvia mooed contentedly, even without hands, her hooves planted firmly on the bountiful grass, all the endless days of mad rutting with Paul had clearly taken their toll on her body.
"Oh Paul", she lowed in her now almost alien human words. "I'm so happy to be full of your seed. Come here I want you to feel something." She pointed her head and lathery tongue to her mid-section and her abdomen. She flicked her tail back and forth in eager anticipation.
Paul, still wet from their latest round of intercourse, charily approached Sylvia. His bull-self was still surging with testosterone, but his human memories cautioned him to show gentleness and tenderness. Softly he butted his head up against her middle. What was that he felt? The sound of her four stomachs gurgling? Yes. Her heart-beat, strong and healthy for a cow? yes. But something more.
"Is that kicking?!" He bellowed enthusiastically. He reared back and pointed his horns delightedly toward their sky.
"Yes, Paul. My Love. We're going to have a calf!" Sylvia cooed dreamily, fantasizing about the family life that lay ahead of her.