Translations:Codex: Cow Stuff/56/en

It hit her then, right at the moment when she breathed in deeply and was overwhelmed with a sudden rush of cloying, lustful scent from her newly shifted nose. She was changing. Her own face was pushing outwards, sliding into a cow muzzle of her own, one that was big enough to service this or any other cock. Her tongue was growing too, becoming long, wide and flat, perfect for lapping happily at the crotch of whoever she would need to service in the future. She was getting exactly what she wanted, being made into an animal slut, and the realisation of the realness of that was enough to snap her out of it. That was- she had to stop, she had papers to write and jobs to do and friends to keep up with, she couldn’t just... whatever this was, she had to pull away...