As usual, each humanoid cow stood on her hairy, hind legs; teetering on their cloven hooves. Between their thighs and neck they were still mostly human; their huge breasts, each sported enormous aureol and long nipples which would produce flavoured milk. Above the neck, the head was an equal mixture of bovine and human - that short muzzle had wide not-quite-human lips that could still perform oral sex. The forehead between those short, curving horns, sloped back a lot more than a true human's.
She shook her head in confusion. As far as she could tell, they hadn't been changed one bit, so why did her body feel wrong? She was a perfectly natural minataur cow, just like she'd always been, wasn't she?
She dismissed the thought as the old man herded them out of the chamber using a riding crop. A small portion of her mind wondered why she was meekly following his orders, but the rest of her tiny brain was content to just follow her herd instincts. She was just a stupid cow after all; te man knew what was best for her.
Sharon and her contented little herd were then taken to...
Fri Nov 5 05:19:22 1999