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So You've Been Transmogrified: Internal Restructuring

The Spirit smiled inwardly to himself taking a small bit of pride in his choice of student. Molly was turning out well having changed her boss into an obedient bull with a degree of skill and speed on par with himself. However he was still master of the transformational arts and while she was a gifted amateur he was still the seasoned pro. He pushed the thoughts out of the way as there was work to be done now. Molly wanted more subjects and the easiest way to go about getting them was to make more to make more. A sexy domino effect of lust and transformative energy, a favorite tactic of the Spirit when dealing with large groups in confined spaces. However there still needed to be a decent sized starting amount of transformed flesh behind the initial push into the unaffected areas. Looking around the lobby the Spirit saw his first convert of the day, the secretary. Blond, fit and looking pissed, all in all not a bad look for the human. However such a boring body was not befit for a servant of there new Queen.

The Spirit thought through what he wanted to do with this woman, on the seat in front of her was the bag Molly had left, he knew it contained a few canisters of her special concoction. That would do he thought, looking around the room for other ways to make the process more interesting, a coffee machine sat on a long counter, an idea formed rapidly. He liked it and looked back over at the frustrated woman peering into her mind. A lot of pent up frustration under the hood of this one he saw, and about to reach a boiling point no less. Well time to put all that tension and frustration into a good cause he thought messing around with her mind a bit planting the seeds of his plan. After setting the stage he grabbed a canister from the bag and walked over to the counter pouring the liquid contents of it into a large container of creamer. Well that was that, the stage was set and now it was time to have a little fun.

Tracy thought she heard footsteps in the room somewhere but upon looking up and around she saw nobody. She looked back down at her computer feeling the rage boiling up under her skin again. She had a lot in common with the other woman that Wendell had employed as secretaries and even shared a name with one. Which had lead to her receiving private emails from Wendell more than once that were for the other Tracy. It was gross, and among other things it was clear to her why the other Tracy got a larger bonus and better hours now. She did not hate the woman who bared her name but still felt rage at her and Wendell. She deleted the email feeling her temper abate, she had already copied it down and smiled smugly at the thought of what she would do if the man ever decided to try and fire her. She didn't want to blackmail despite how much she hated him, but if he did ever fire her for not putting out than she had a nice little surprise waiting in the background.

Tracy looked up and away from the screen and thought she saw something standing near the window, out of the corner of her eye she saw movement and her eye darted left and right looking for the source. Nothing however was there, the lack of anything distantly troubled Tracy however the feeling passed. Looking down at her watch she thought that Molly and Wendell were taking their time. The office was sound proof for some reason... Tracy's thought trailed off realizing now why the office was probably sound proofed.

"Bastard." she observed coldly looking back down at her computer. However she again saw something out of the corner of her eye and quickly turned her head upward. This time she saw it, a large and imposing figure standing in front of her. A bull standing their arms folded behind its back, mussels and a hard cock so casually exposed to the woman who blinked and was just as quickly greeted by the blank wall. Tracy blinked hardly a few times in rapid succession trying to make sense of the sexy visage she had just seen. She turned her head left and then right looking for the bull to no avail. She reached over and finished off her coffee in one long sip and brought it down to the desk leaning her head back savoring the taste and trying to figure out just what she had seen.

She leaned her head back after a few moments of thought and was greeted to the same anthro bull, closer this time still standing there in the open, naked and exposed to her. He smiled at her softly which was met with the confused look from Tracy whose eyes wandered down the chiseled body of the bull standing before her. She felt her mind running with images of sex, of the bull taking her and rutting her into the ground and claiming her as his own heifer, the thoughts came to a head a once she saw his massive hard cock and large swollen balls. She knew that inside was his seed, she liked her lips knowing that it could be hers. She could almost feel its veins, the texture in her mouth, the taste of his pre slowly dripping out of the tip. She blinked and he was gone, along with the vivid image of sex. However the feeling stayed with her.

Tracy bit her lip looking side to side again for the bull. She could feel her sex now screaming for attention, the vivid fantasy that had just played out in her head had gotten her revved up faster than anything ever had before. The worst part was that she had no way to push herself beyond. No man, no toys, just her fingers, but she couldn't do that here, she was at work. She reached for her coffee but remembered that it was empty. She tried to push the remaining thoughts of sex out of her head. However the further she pushed them the more they pushed back. Finally she got up and walked over to the counter upon which the coffee machine sat. She flicked the machine on and watched for moment as the light turned from red to green as the machine warmed up. Tracy backed away from the counter crossing her arms as she did so. She felt herself bump into something, her hands fell to her sides and then felt behind her trying to determine what exactly she had hit, she was far from the wall and any of the rooms furnishings. Her eyes shot open at the feeling of coarse fur in her fingers. She leaned against the bull standing behind her, she didn't look up to face him she could feel his presence. She turned her head to the side rubbing her head against his chest and feeling the fur against her skin. She could smell his musk now, it was potent a powerful force of deep earthy tones that made her sex drip and scream for attention. She felt something between her legs, pulling her head away from the chest of the bovine she looked down and saw his member between her legs poking out from between her thighs hardened and waiting for stimulation. She tightened her legs feeling the cock between her thighs, watching as it twitched and pre oozed from it. Her vivid fantasies of being taken by the bull returned to her only this time they were more real. She could feel the cock rubbing up on her dripping sex, she felt its girth and saw its length. She turned her head back to the bulls chest taking in a deep breath of earthy scent, she wanted him more and more every second, she wanted to be his cow, to take his seed and to be used by him, to feel his hard manhood planted deeply inside of her.

Blinking again Tracy felt suddenly very conscious of everything, and felt herself leaning on nothing. She looked left and right and then walked forward towards the counter planting both her hands firmly on it. She was breathing heavily now, she had touched it, she had felt it. Deep down she knew the bull was real, but now in the moment he was gone. Leaving only the lustful wanting and needy feelings in Tracy's head. She could feel her sex screaming now for something, anything to be used to give it some semblance of relief. The screaming lustful impulses dulled her mind to the outside world as she tried to push the thoughts away from herself only to have them come back in full force. Her mind wandered further now the vivid fantasy of being ridden by the bull routing themselves deeper into her mind. She could all but smell the deep earthy musk of his and despite her attempts to divert her mind all her rational thoughts kept on coming back to the bull. She could see the vivid images more clearly now in her head, less a mental image and more like a lucid dream. She was a cow, his heifer, on the ground, in the dirt like an animal being ridden by that bull, he made use of her fertile womb, taking in the pleasures of her flesh. The thoughts were pleasant and welcoming to her as she lost herself in the fantasy, so vivid was it, she could smell the grass, feel the rhythm of the humping, she could almost taste the rich earthy musk that the bull was giving off. The milk in her breasts and udders sloshing around in the summer winds as the pair of bovines fucked with a fever in the open and grassy field.

"Tracy?" asked a voice from behind her, she felt a finger tap her shoulder and the sudden incursion of reality made her jump a bit, a slight yelp of surprise escaped her mouth as she turned around quickly to face the person behind her. Fully expecting the bull to be presenting her with his hardened cock Tracy was almost disappointed to see the blue uniformed figure of Paul standing behind her with a coffee mug in hand. She sighed in relief, feeling the lustful thoughts ebb as she saw her office crush.

"Paul." she said breathing outward and then looking left and right just to be sure there was not a bull in the room, "you uh, need something?" she asked leaning against the counter.

"Just my hourly fix." he said brandishing the white ceramic mug.

"Right, right. Oh let me get out of your way." she said moving to the side. Paul moved in and did his work selecting his coffee pod and measuring out the cream and sugar. Tracy watched his movements breathing a bit more heavily than a normal person would, she could feel the lustful thoughts welling up again. She bit on her finger in an attempt to keep herself calm but failed. Her mind was wandering now, the possibilities flowing like a river, places, positions, partners, bovines. Thick and meaty beef shafts hers to take and use, and to be used by. The thought of them penetrating her soft supple body driving her mind wild.

"Later Tracy." Paul said leaving. He stopped briefly taking another sip of the coffee and looking down at it before shrugging and then walking away. All the while Tracy watched her mind transforming Paul from his human form to that of a bovine lover, strong and commanding, she saw herself at his side spread out before him her breasts and udder swollen with milk for him to partake of. She leaned her head backward again taking a deep breath before turning around to face the coffee machine again.

"Ok, tonight, the bathtub, and my vibrator." she said to herself trying to bargain with her lust. It was unclear who won out but she began to make herself coffee anyway trying to distract herself from her fantasy. She almost laughed at the thought, my big sexy bull suckling at my teat, she thought to herself. Did she have udders in that fantasy, she thought it did complete the look of a proper dairy cow. She took a sip of the coffee, it tasted off, not enough to toss it but enough for her to wonder why it tasted different. Bad cream maybe, well if she did become a dairy cow she was sure she could make better milk than whatever she had just put in her coffee. She turned around again and leaned against the counter scanning the room. No bulls she saw. Was she really that pent up, she thought. It had been a while since she had been with a man. She decided that after tonight and after a very long and very hot bath she would ask Paul out. She walked back over to her desk, lustful thoughts still breaking into her stream of consciousness but not as invasive as they had just a few minutes ago. She leaned back placing the coffee on her desk and rolling the chair backward until it hit the wall.

"I would make a sexy cow." she thought out loud smiling at the absurdity of the thought.

"I agree." A deep voice said. Tracy opened her eyes and looked up, looming over her now was the bull. Fully erect and waiting for her. Her eyes widened at the sight seeing the massive piece of flesh less than an inch from her face. Suddenly all the dirty and depraved thoughts of earlier came flooding back. She wanted it to be inside her, wanted it in any of her holes. The large bull chuckled seeing the mortals mind melt away in his presence.

"Go on, have a taste." he said to her in a deep tone that reverberated through her body making her shudder. She picked up one of her hands and brushed the thick and throbbing organ gently just to make sure it was real. She saw it, felt it under the touch of her fingers, it was real. She leaned forward just a bit, bringing her lips to the tip of the bulls member. The object of her desires just in front of her. She extended her tongue out just a bit, hesitantly forcing it to approach the cock. She licked it and tasted the earthy musk that she could now smell, it was divine, rushing new feelings of wondrously pleasurable lust and bliss throughout her body. She felt a hand come down to the back of her head, and began to stroke her hair, gently. She looked up at the bull who was looking down at her, there was a strange smile on his face all at once warm and inviting but she could feel it was concealing something. The motion of his hand gently scratching the back of her head comforted her in a way, she felt as if all the doubts were being pushed away, such a nice feeling she thought. She closed her eyes and just let him rub her head. She felt that she should reward the bull for giving her such a pleasant sensation and she knew just how to do so.

She extended her tongue again leaning forward further using one hand to cup the bulls balls and another to stroke his shaft. He brought his hands up again crossing his arms and looking down at the woman seeing the last of her inhibition melt away. He cocked his head upward feeling the women's tongue on his shaft, slowly working it, her hand massaging his balls stimulating the two orbs that contained the seed he could tell she now wanted. The Spirit could feel the woman's sexual energy radiating off her like heat from a flame. He looked down at her again seeing the changes already began to affect the shape of the woman. Her breasts swelled, slowly growing in size as the rest of her body did the same. Not gaining height but mass, her figure grew thickening in the most important places, her ass, her legs, and her chest all growing with supple fat to better draw in the lustful gaze of others to her form.

Tracy had both her eyes closed as she sucked the dick of her bovine companion for all she felt it was worth, which was a considerable amount. She could feel her body swelling her breasts bunching up against her bra and top and another alien feeling in her crotch. Pressure was building in her, it conflagrated into a mass of lust that she could not shake and only further added to her need to feel some kind of relief which in turn made her crave the cock she was sucking even more. More and more she wanted to feel it inside of her properly. Not that she minded the taste of the bull.

The Spirit saw her issue, the confining nature of her clothing combined with the building pressure in her breasts and other places was driving the poor cow mad. Not a cruel being, normally at least the Spirit felt for the poor thing and since she was doing so good at sucking him off decided to give the heifer a slight relief waving his hand and causing her clothing to disintegrate exposing her sensitive flesh to the air. He watched as her breasts dropped slightly being freed from there confines and also leaked a white substance from her newly grown teats. He licked his lips knowing that the sweet substance was always best right after one's body had been changed, something to enjoy later he knew. Looking down further he saw the red mass of flesh around her crotch also swelling with milk, an udder he saw and it was coming in nicely. Already the more drastic changes were beginning to set in over Tracy, as her toes merged and her feet lengthened her calves bulking up with new muscle to support her growing figure. However even though her clothing was gone the pressure in her breasts and her growing udder were still to much for her mind to bear. Drips of milk leaked from all six of her teats as they continued to expand stretching the skin further and further as they grew to accommodate more and more liquid.

As her feet finished changing completely white fur began to grow upward from the thick hooves that her toes had fused into. Her muscular legs grew similar white fur and patches of black fur also grew in. Her fingers grew thick tips as her arms also began to grow new muscles formed to better befit a dairy cow's life on the farm. The Spirit looked down at the changing woman and saw her face begin to push outward into a muzzle her nose blunting at the tip and turning a pink fleshy color. As the rest of her face restructured around the protruding muzzle. The fur spread upward over her face quickly covering her skin and leaving her with a face covered in pure white fur. The Spirit smiled at seeing the women's change complete and let himself climax.

Tracy felt the trembling dick in her mouth let lose a stream of cum into her waiting embrace. She continued sucking taking in as much of the seed as she could drinking the warm and thick fluid. The Spirit appreciated the heifers tenacity and lowered his hand to rub the back of her head once again smiling at the women's loss of humanity and in admiration of her gains, still only about 5 foot 10 she now had breasts of the sort no human could dream of a thic figure hiding the muscles of a beast of burden.

"That's a good girl." He said in admiration of her suckling which she continued even as the flow of warm cum began to abate. He licked his lips thinking about all the delicious ways in which he could use her. However for the moment there was yet more work to do, that man had partaken of the cream as well and if the Spirit was right the pheromones from his and Tracy's session should be wafting to him soon enough. The Spirit felt the suckling stop and looked down to see the innocent face of a sexy heifer look up at him, her long blond hair and snow white fur contrasted the image of her cum drenched lips and dripping sex.

"Still feeling the need are we my dear. Follow me and I'm sure I'll show you a good time." he said walking away and beckoning the cow to follow.

Paul was feeling hot, inside all he could think about was sex, dripping pussy. He sat at his desk rubbing his throbbing erection through his pants wishing that he could just get enough stimulation to cum and get the thoughts off his mind. All he could think about was pussy, a wet and warm vessel to contain his man hood, something that he could lay claim to as his own. He bit down on his finger as he rubbed his pant leg hoping that nobody would walk past as he did so. He was long past the point of really caring however, all he wanted was to feel the sweet abatement of these feelings in the post orgasmic bliss that he knew he could get if he just was able to rub a little harder, a little faster. Paul suddenly became aware of a sweet floral scent, his mind drunken with lust drew a picture to go with it. His imagination running wild now with both the scent and his own fantasies.

It was dusk, the field was plowed, the harness still on his back, the freshly tilled earth beneath him a rich dark color warm and fertile awaiting the seeds. On him a heifer, his heifer long blond hair and bouncing perky breasts all complemented a warm and vibrant face awash with the pleasure of riding her bull, him. She bounced up and down on his dick, he grasped her thick and ample thighs gritting his teeth as she served him with her body, a reward for the days work. His black fur wet with perspiration, as was hers. Then climax, two load and guttural moos echoed across the flat land in unison.

Paul slouched his head down, drunkenly breathing heavily feeling the rush of the climax wash over him. The feeling was amazing, the best orgasm he had had, ever he thought. The fantasy had felt so real, the dirt, the sun, the sexy heifer. Hmm, those breasts, perky and filled with milk he thought. Milk? Paul asked himself inwardly wondering why he had thought about that. Thinking through it further Paul wondered why he had dreamt of himself as a bull at all, plowing his sexy heifer like he had plowed his field. Paul shook his head wondering where this was coming from. He craned his head down and upon looking down further felt a chill run up his spine seeing his legs, the tattered remains of his pants lay there as well having been split apart by his new bovine legs covered in black fur and equipped with hooves. Paul for his part kept his cool, looking over is new legs calmly, he saw the fur spreading further up himself, his pelvis already fully covered. He saw his dick, longer now, thicker. He began panting feeling the heat welling up inside him again, only now it was stronger. He took his hands and grabbed his cock feeling its warmth in the grip of his two hands. It felt so good to touch now, better than before. He stroked himself feeling the pleasurable sensation of the action radiated up and down his body but doing little to quench the flames of lust burning inside his mind. Then he smelt it again that delightful fragrant odor, a heifer, warm and inviting reaching out to him through his nose, calling him to her.

Paul licked his lips picturing the body attached to the scent, all his rational mind was consumed by the desire to mate, to claim the object of his fantasy as his own. He stood and walked around his desk pulling away the rest of his clothing as he did so. He ran down the hallway the scent getting more and more powerful as he did. His change progressing further and further as well. The black fur spread, his torso ballooned with muscles, he grew a few more inches, his face pushed out into a bovine muzzle and two horns sprouted from the top. Paul the security guard was overridden by Paul the lustful bull in less than two minutes, all the time it took to dash from his desk to the midway point of the hall were the newly minted bull found another bull and a heifer walking down the hall. Paul looked at the other two bovines with curiosity.

"My my you have turned so very well. Don't you agree Tracy." The Spirit said looking over to the heifer and asking. Tracy nodded looking at the fine specimen in front of her wanting for him to take her so badly, however she first looked up to her master for approval. The Spirit nodded and motioned over to the other bull with his face projecting a warm smile outwardly to the heifer and a sinister grin to himself inwardly loving being in control of the sexy cow, and soon this wonderfully buff piece of meat. Tracy walked forward coming up to Paul who just stared at the heifer drooling as his eyes wandered her body. In a distant way she seemed familiar to him, a female he wanted, a special female to claim and cherish as his own.

Tracy turned around and presented herself to Paul, the warm pussy looked so inviting to him, Tracy's swishing tail momentarily distracted him from his goal but he focused in on her wet sex dripping with anticipation as she looked over her shoulder and told him with her eyes to mount her and not look back. Paul smiled in an animalistic way his mind clouded further still by his compulsion to breed the heifer, to claim the heifer and make her his own. He grasped her hips firmly slowly inserting his length into her hearing her slight moans and groans as his rod entered her sex. The feeling of her warm pussy wrapped around his dick was unlike anything he had ever felt, not a virgin by any means Paul's mind was all but rent asunder by the feeling of the warm cow pussy. He did what his mind was programmed to do and he thrust.

He kept on thrusting feeling the primal needs to mate take over and reward him for doing so his body awash with feelings so blissful that Paul was reduced for the time to nothing but an animal bestial in mind as well as body. Tracy was not much different as the constant thrusting drove her mind blank save for the most basic of thoughts. All of her mind's power was being used to make sense of the incoming wave of pleasure that it was receiving from taking in the bulls cock. She grasped her own tits swollen with milk and squeezed her nipples feeling the relief from having the pressure vented, the feeling added to her climax as she began to orgasm from the vast over stimulation she was experiencing however Paul was still not close to his.

Paul kept on fucking Tracy hard and fast driving his length home with each thrust, he felt his heifer's body twitch and heard her let out moo after moo each louder than the last as she reached several of her own climaxes in the time it took for him to achieve his. Finally he felt it coming the orgasm building upon itself from within and then boiling over. The force of it felt like a gunshot being fired off from within himself, all at once overpowering in all respects. His mind going totally white from the sensory overload that he was experiencing. Tracy was also overwhelmed by the orgasm as she began to hit her next one Paul began to cum. She felt the warm seed permeate her warm sex filling her up before the excess of the session dripped back out of her running down her leg and dripping on to the floor. Both bovines, heifer and bull collapsed into a pile on the floor over cum by the passionate fucking. With a distinct plop Paul pulled out of Tracy causing her to let out a slight moan of pleasure feeling her insides contract back. She turned underneath the weight of her bull smiling up at him as he laid down in her ample bosom content to rest there for all eternity if he was able. Tracy stroked the back of her bulls neck feeling the fur in her fingers and the warmth of his body.

The Spirit decided to let the new couple rest for a time, even a being as malevolent as he let his victims enjoy the afterglow of a good hard fucking, it was one of life's few true pleasures. He heard a clicking sound and turned around to see that he was standing in front of a door. In the frame stood a diminutive red headed woman of only five feet, if that. Her face was awash with confusion, and then panic at seeing the towering bull in front of her. The Spirit grinned wickedly at the woman already planning on how to change her body, hmm... even as a human she was cute he thought. So distracted by his inner machinations was he that he failed to notice a few things, the first being the "diminutive" women reach behind her back with one arm, the next was the stance she assumed as she pulled her arm back to her front. The Spirits eyes widened as he saw what was coming and braced for the impact.

In one swift motion the woman whipped her arm hard and caused the baton to extend telescopically from its handle. She depressed a small button under her thumb and a crackle of blue electric light flickered between two points at the tip of the weapon. She then thrust the baton in front of her aiming for the week point of any man. 10,000 volts of electricity surged into the Spirits corporeal form through his dick. The Spirit felt it, he had experienced pain on par with that of Atlas holding up the sky, this however was different. A pain so sharp and intense as to not be painful. Instinctively he moved his hands to cover the affected area all too late to be of much help. The Spirit felt his knees buckle and then give out as he fell to the floor letting out a scream of pain so sorrowful and pitiful that it made his attacker cringe at the thought of how much hurt she had laid on the monster in front of her. Thus the Spirit writhed on the floor clutching his manhood as the pain reverberated up and down his body.

Tracy and Paul were still consumed with one another and paid the event no mind. The redheaded woman looked at them concern visible in her eyes and then towards the office of Wendell. She ran to the door checking inside and gasping at the sight before running down the hall past the still writhing Spirit and the two sleeping bovines that had minutes early been two of her coworkers. The Spirit reached out a hand toward her but was unable to really do much as his mind was consumed by the pain. He turned over and laid on his back breathing deeply as he waited for the pain to pass, and plotted just how he would turn that woman into his own personal needy groveling sex toy.