Thanks and thanks
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Wrote a small piece for Cremia. Decided to make it Cow TF. Why? Because I like those a lot.
'' Cremia woke up, shortly after falling asleep. Things seemed out of place somehow- it was really warm and uncomfortable. She stepped out of her bed, quite sweaty. Her back hurt, and her heart beat really fast. She groaned, and went to her bathroom, to take a look in the mirror. She let her arms rest on the sink as she looked at her own face. Suddenly, a strange sensation shot through her. ‘‘ Oh!’’, she said, surprised. Her heartbeat suddenly increased more in speed.
She looked at her bust, because something looked different about it. Her white blouse looked tight somehow. The strange sensation went through her again, and this time while she looked at her bust where the feeling was- she looked in amazement as she saw her breasts swell up, her white blouse fitting even tighter- they pushed forward her orange ascot. She hardly understood why or what to do- there was no one within several hundreds of metres that could help her.
The sensation went through her again, and her breasts finally destroyed the blouse. Cremia couldn’t help but shriek, but immediatly put her hand on her mouth. Suddenly, two places on her head started hurting- and in mere seconds two horns emerged from her head. The pain in her back seemed to move down- and she couldn’t help shrieking when a brand new tail burst out of her, through her dress. The strange feeling moved to her buttocks and hips- her dress started fitting tight as they swelled.
Her hips became as good as twice as broad, as her butt swelled up. It started leaving a clear imprint in her loose dress. Her face blushed as she looked at herself. Her concentration moved from cange to change- she glanced back at her horns when she noticed her ears were now cow-like as well. Her skin started burning in many places and she saw her skin darken in some places until it stopped. She looked at herself- she was a cow horned- and eared, large breasted, cowgirl.
She glanced at the clock- it was five in the morning. Romani would be waking up in one hour to milk the cows. ‘‘ And... I am a cow...’’, she said to herself. She wondered how she could get out of this, and why it happened.''