It was Anthia. I hated her. I hated her so much. Every day she would mock me, taunting me as if I was dirt.
I had to hate her. But I had to give her credit. My god, she was hot.
I quickly wished that no one except for me noticed that she was naked. Her screaming ceased, and she carried on walking. I wished myself invisible and crept up in front of her.
We were both 15, but she must have been an early developer. She was skinny, with black hair and blue eyes. Her breasts, from what I could work out, were about a C Cup. She had a neat triangle of black pubic hair.
In short, she was incredible.
But god, I hated her. I had to do something.
What to wish? I wasn't quite sure that ring was not a hoax or something. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head. I muttered the words under my breath.
Anthia stopped. Something was paining her in her stomach She wrapped her arms around her soft belly skin and hugged it, but the pain never left. Pressure was building inside of her. It built up and up, until she could not take it anymore. She released a loud fart from her butt and sighed. Passers by frowned.
I remembered them and wished that time froze, expect for me and Anthia.
Anthia then began to feel pain at the top of her butt, where a tiny nub began to form, extending from her spine, but then other thoughts entered her mind.
She suddenly had a huge wave of lust wash through her, and she was aroused a lot. She wanted to touch herself. She was desperately fighting herself, but the pleasure was so good, and she knew she needed more.
Slowly, she raised her hands to her C cup breasts, and began to massage them, slowly at first. She would tweak at the nipples and rub them all over, and began to moan in ecstasy as she did.
Meanwhile, her changed pressed on. Her ears grew upwards more and more, then pointed upwards, so that they were the ears of a cow. Horns spiked out of her forehead. Behind her, the nub became longer and longer, sidling out of her butt slowly but surely.
Anthia was in complete ecstasy, but dropped her hands, as her breasts began to move. They began to grow, grow a lot, until they were very big. They turned, very slowly, from the beautiful skintone she possessed to a pink hue. Her perked nipples lengthened, until they hung down. Below them, on her breasts, and second pair burst out. As the udder began to move towards her stomach, it became sloshy, like there was liquid in it.
She was dissapointed, but her hands continued downwards to her already wet pussy. She had no hope now, so I decided to let her see who was doing this to her.
I wished myself visible. She was playing with herself, but her eyes showed that she was fighting it.
"You..." she said during moans. "You--ooooo..." Her voice was becoming deeper, beginning to become a cow's.
"Me." I said sweetly.
"Uh.... Please... Don't do this... Uh.... I'll do anything. Don't make me be a cow."
"Anything?" I replied. Her feet were turning slowly black, and began to meld.
"Yes... Mooooo...."
I was fascinated, but then I began to wonder, should I turn her all the way into a cow, or reverse the changes? Or maybe something else?