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I had been stuck for too many years in this ugly position that's been a holding pattern limbo between administrative assistant and genuine sales associate. I would do the initial work with a potential client and then would have to pass them to some "real" sales associate in whose eyes my only real value was the coffee I could fetch and the documents I could organize. Very few of the associates thought to actually pass me the commission percentages I was worth. This particular day had been a relatively bad one: the couple I had been working with for hours strongly believed I was their sales associate and I knew I wouldn't see a penny of their commission because the guy rubber-stamping their sale was a total jackass. I spent much of that evening in a sea of high heels tapping gently upon the sandy-colored linoleum of the local mall. My own heels provided the key pattern to the waves that lulled me into a beach of my own meditative mind. I knew I didn't have money, so I didn't really look at anything in particular, and mostly just listened to that sussuration of mall traffic. After a while I found myself standing in the aisles of a new health-food store with a name that sounded like some sort of allergy medication, Advexgen. None of the products or brands seemed familiar and I had a inclination to ask someone about some of them. They all seemed to have at least one outrageous claim like "15-inches of height gain guaranteed" or "ten-fold increase in swimming speed". All of the salespeople in the store seemed pretty busy as it seemed many other people had also wandered their way into such a new and confusing looking store. Eventually I settled on a salesman that seemed to avoid the crowds just enough that he was dealing mostly one-on-one with people. As his herd thinned I drew closer, eventually ending up a few feet behind him as he spoke with a guy near the "Instant Fitness" wall. The salesman was in the middle of a rote memorized spiel about one of the boxes, which had a photo of one of those bodybuilders whose bulging muscles had veins so thick and visibly engorged that you could almost swear that you could see capillary muscles with their own swollen mini- veins bulging upon them. "...I assure you, Jay, that this is the best deal we have on offer right now. You'll get results almost instantly and you can use as much or as little of the eight week supply as you wish to get the results you are looking for. You can even save some for the future should you wish to have a refresher dose..." Jay, as the salesman called him, was wearing some nerdy comic strip t- shirt and jeans. Although he was a little overweight I found him rather cute. I felt a little embarrassed that he had noticed me stalking his salesman, but also because I seemed to be more than a little distracting to him. He kept glancing at my blouse while appearing to listen to the salesman, and I kept casually not noticing his near-stares as I continued pretending to read the nearby shelves. "Look, if it does work like you say it does," Jay began to respond. "Then I don't particularly want to look like some muscle-brained bodybuilder with roid rage. Sure you say that I can moderate the dose myself, but with this giant wall I'm surprised you don't have something more fitting to what I'm looking for." The salesman sighed. "This really is the best stuff we have that would be perfect for you..." It seemed clear that Jay must have been feeling that the salesman was trying to oversell to get a bigger commission and had returned to scanning the shelves and ignoring my blouse. Eventually he picked up a box. "What about this one?" The box was labeled "AdvExGen FitSlimTrim" and featured a waif of a supermodel wearing a tiny bikini and what seemed to be photoshopped muscles. The salesman seemed a bit bored by Jay at this point and huffed, "Sure, that would work, I guess. Are you sure?" Jay didn't seem to be listening any more, and the salesman had already turned a cheshire salescat grin full bore in my direction, "What sort of product were you looking for?" The salesman, whose name I learnt was Greg once his nametag was facing my direction, let me ramble through a bit of the story of my day and my work. He nodded with what seemed a deep professional sympathy and agreed with me on several of my gripes about how a sales associate is supposed to support the assistants that do so much work to support them... Eventually he settled on an aisle to lead me to, and with a "I've got just the thing," he picked up a red and black box. The minimal label on the box proclaimed "AdvExGen BULLHORN -- Confidence Booster" and nothing else. There wasn't even an FDA warning. I let him finish his spiel about the eight to twelve week supply that should be used at a person's preferred pace. I even let him persuade me to actually buy it, having grown happy with his kind ear and kindred spirit sympathy for my plight, despite my hesitation with the cost. Before he left he casually glanced around, then practically whispered, "I'd suggest you spread it out and take your time with it. Just remember that the bigger the horns the bigger the... er... primary side effect." As I exited with purchase in hand, Jay was sitting on a mall bench not far from the store. I milled towards his general direction, trying not to make it obvious that I was passing him on purpose and rather pretending to be glancing for that one last store to visit on my way out. He barely glanced up to recognize me when I was in range, and returned to stare at the FitSlimTrim box in his hands as he asked the obvious, and yet boring question, "Do you think this will work?" "No, of course I don't." His eyes slid up, past my breasts, and he gazed into my own. He hesitated a moment and then shyly glanced back to the box. In that moment I saw a deep intelligence sparkling in his eyes and I was pretty sure that I'd never keep his interest with my pedestrian administrative assistant life. He continued to ponder the box and I was about to start walking away when he broke the silence once more, "You want to try it together?" "Hmm?" He stood, opened the box in his hands and pulled out one of the eight plastic vials it contained. "You know, we take these vials together and laugh when they don't work. Meet up and check on each other's progress." I thought about it for a minute or two. I really didn't expect much from the "Bullhorn" and I didn't really expect such an awkward way to ask me on a date. But I knew I wouldn't actually use the stuff and it might be nice to have someone to account for the money I just spent on this ridiculous formula I didn't need and couldn't really afford on my salary. Finally, I decided to live a little and likewise opened my own box and grabbed a first vial. I extended my arm to shake his. "It's a pact." Then we both downed our first vial. The taste of mine was atrocious. It tasted of a sweaty, bitter pickle mixed with some sort of musky men's cologne. I didn't then ask Jay what his tasted like, but he seemed to enjoy his a bit better, licking his lip just a tad. Jay smiled at me. "Same time next week?" ---- That next week began much as the previous week ended and I was doing a lot of work for that one particular egotistical jackass who never gave me a penny from his lucrative commissions. A couple of days of that and I had had enough. He wanted me to lead this couple through their second tour of the lot, and obviously knew that they were responding a lot better to me than to him. I had two other better- paying associates with clients that needed attention and I finally told Jackass Number One that he could close his own damn clients without me. I was entirely expecting to be fired the next day, but the other associates didn't seem to have heard about the incident and I ended up with a bit more take-home money that week than average. I did arrive at the mall nearly precisely when I had first met Jay. The AdvExGen shop was boarded up with a giant Closed sign. I figured it was a bigger sign that their products were a scam. I also didn't figure Jay would show up, particularly as I solved more and more of the day's crossword puzzle sitting on the bench we had made the pact near. When I spotted him I did a double-take. He was wearing a tank top with the tag still on it, all the better to show off some beautifully buff arm muscles that I knew he hadn't had the week before. "It works. I mean, look at this. I can't believe it..." He began rambling without much in the way of pleasantry. I was indeed a bit speechless, and I let him go on about it a bit. Somewhere in his rambling he noticed the closed AdvExGen store and rambled about how weird that was, particularly with his results. Finally manners overcame him. "So... uh, did yours do anything?" I shrugged, admitted that I didn't feel like it had, and then he let me talk about work and that week's events until I had some of my anger at the jackass and my worry about losing my job out in the open. He was a great listener and even managed to keep his gaze on my own eyes for most of the conversation. Finally he asked. "Don't you think that was your vial working? You told that guy off. You probably wouldn't have done that last week, right?" I shrugged. "Probably not, but I also worked with the guy less last week." "Well, let's see what happens next week, then." He pulled out his next vial from a pocket and I dug into my purse for mine. Just like before we downed our vials nearly simultaneously and then couldn't think of much anything else to do than to agree to meet next week and wander to our respective homes. ---- That next week flew by in a blaze of glory. I grew a small pair of horns, but they were hidden under my usual arrangement of my bangs and I didn't have time to be concerned about them because so much was going on at work... My manager came to me and gave me the option to take on "probationary sales associate" role. I could make commissions that week, but I'd be effectively working both jobs and she'd have to vet my performance from week to week. After I had confidently told I would do it, and that I was confident I could make it work, I rubbed the new horns a little bit. I was sure that I wouldn't have done that weeks ago, and I would have needed to debate the new job role for days before accepting. My confidence was even rewarded quickly-- it turned out that the reason my manager gave me the job was because the couple from last week nearly walked out on a giant purchase, due to Mr. Jackass himself, and had requested me by name to help finish the sale. I headed into the mall to meet Jay that week with my first commission check. I didn't care how meager it was from only the one commission, it was mine and I'd earned it. Because of the check I did a little bit of shopping first and I noticed some odd things as I did. One lady I passed had a very noticeable pair of almost cat-looking ears. A man I passed had bright purple eyes. There was a couple with matching fangs. There was just enough general oddness that I walked passed that things seemed genuinely normal. I even decided to pull my hair back and let people notice my own horns. This time it was Jay who was waiting on me when I arrived at "our" bench. He seemed in a bit of a funk, but on immediately noticing the horns on my head seemed to perk up a bit. He lead me through the events of that week, surprised as I was at the moments of confidence. I even let him rub my horns a little bit. Eventually we finally made it to his week and his current funk. "You know that Advexgen put that whole shop together after they went bankrupt and lost any and all chance at FDA approval? The whole deal was highly unethical, extremely dangerous, and broke several laws... I'm not sure we should trust this stuff." With a bit more coaxing I got his changes over the last week out of him. He hadn't seem to gain much of anything, he mostly just lost a bit of weight around the middle and more worrisome to him was the loss of nearly all of his body hair. I finally noticed that his tone, fit arms were indeed very smooth looking. He quickly pulled up his shirt to give me a fast enough view to get the idea that there wasn't any chest hair left. "I don't have any left below the belt at all, either." he stated in a somewhat mute tone. He rubbed his stubble, whining about how it was something like four days of growth and looked no more interesting than a 5 o'clock shadow. "I think the lack of hair is cute," I admitted to him, "like a swimmer or some other sort of athlete." He cheered up a bit at the admission. "Besides, I'd like to see where this goes and we do have a pact." His smile wavered, but he gritted his teeth, pulled out the next vial and downed it before I could say another word. I nodded, pulled out my own, and tried to "savor" it as I drank it. It still tasted terrible, but something about the musky bitterness and salty sourness was starting to grow on me. ---- On my next trip to the mall to meet with Jay the mall was packed. Eventually I found someone more knowledgeable of the event going on to explain it to me that some new Valentina's Espionage catwalk model was being unveiled in our small mall. "That's abnormal," I noted, and someone else piped up. "From what I've heard, so is she." I managed to spot the catwalk and orient myself to have a good view when the supermodel stepped out to the flashing of cameras and cheers. She looked a lot like every other model I had seen: skinny, yet busty; short, yet wearing giant stilettos to tower over just about everyone. She was vaguely asian or african-american in that "mixed race woman with wide, general sex appeal" way that models increasingly seem to be. Her well- teased wavy hair was died a blonde with hints of strawberry, jet, cerulean, and orchid. It was a shiny cotton candy rainbow that looked amazing as she passed under various gelled spots that individually drew out specific colors. I wasn't sure just how all of the effect was made without lots of money and time with hair dies. She wore white lacy lingerie and had white wings with feathers hinted in some of the same shades as her hair. The outfit of course, looked just like the cover model of so many of the Espionage's big catalogs. Halfway down the catwalk she winked at the gathered crowd, then gracefully spun around three sixty degrees to give everyone a view of her tits, ass, and wings. Coming out of the spin, she smoothly crouched into a come-hither pose, hands on her knees and cleavage presented directly to the crowd. It was then that she flexed her wings and then extended them to their full wingspan, by far bigger than the rest of thin frame. The crowd lost it at the display, particularly as she continued to dancingly sweep them through the air, eventually bringing them to wrap her and sexily obscure her as she stood up and bowed. "Excuse me, ma'am," said someone from just slightly behind me, interrupting my enjoyment of the spectacle. She had a Manager's tag from Valentina's Espionage. "This may be impertinent, but I noticed your delightfully 'devilish' horns and wondered if we could get a few photos of you with Sky up there. We'd give you a gift card and discount." I was surprised. I knew my horns had grown all week to the point where I couldn't hide them anymore, but I'm not sure I would have thought of them as appearing playfully "devilish" until the Manager mentioned it, but she was correct. The timing did seem oddly coincidental, and I didn't really want the time in the spotlight, but I eventually was coaxed into taking just a few photos. I'm sure everyone's seen the resulting photos of the lingerie wearing Valentina's Espionage model and the frumpy, end of a long workday, business suit attired Devil beside her. Sure I'm embarrassed of them, but they actually look really neat like we had planned the encounter. Weirder still was the conversation following the dispersal of the crowd and retirement to a private office. Sky looked at me and laughed. "You might not believe me, but I'm Greg. You know, Greg from the store a few weeks back..." She spilled the beans about how Greg was given his choice of AdVexGen wares at the end of the store's combination grand opening and going out of business sale. She talked about her, Greg's, plan to escape retail drudgery forever by becoming the "living angel" and embodiment of Valentina's Espionage's oldest marketing strategy that I could see before me. She told me of Greg's lack of another job to follow AdVexGen and the painful few weeks of convalescence she had after downing all of the vials in a single night and forcing her body to go through so many changes in so short of a time. "They warned us a concentrated burst like that would be painful of course, and that it would lesson the likelihood of future formulas taking effect, but it was so totally worth it for the contracts I've already signed as the first of us to sell out..." We talked about her surprisingly quickly legally recognized name change to "Skylark", presumably greased by Valentina's Espionage marketing budget, and her attempts to fly and how she probably would need a uniquely designed pair of pants to make up for what a bird's tail does to stabilizing flight. We both expressed surprise at how close she has come and how wonderfully light and yet strong her wings happen to be. She said she felt like they should definitely support her body in flight. We talked a bit about AdvExGen and what little of its bizarre history she was privy to. She talked a bit about the contact she has already had with the networks of pirates working to find every one of AdvExGen's submarine patents and ex-Engineers, while attempting to reverse engineer and re- engineer many of the technologies the company had sold for only a short few days without FDA approval. Eventually I remembered my deal with Jay and made my way out and back to our bench. He was near to being run home by a guard, who spotted me heading to meet Jay and gave us a few minutes. He noticed the horns and I explained the unusual photo opportunity and chatting with Greg/Skylark. He seemed enthusiastic about the news of the pirate networks. He was wearing shorts and when he stood up as the guard finally did kick us out of the mall I got a very good view of how well sculpted his calves were now. "We should reconvene at my place," I offered, "and maybe meet there from now on given how crazy the mall is becoming." He smiled back at me. "Is that a proposition?" I chuckled, having not considered it before that moment, but now heavily interested. "Definitely. We should totally have sex." One thing did lead to another and we had a very energetic session in my bed, after drinking that week's vials. His firm, but smooth muscles interested so many different parts of me, and he seemed similarly fascinated with me, even with, or perhaps more so because of, my horns. "Would you model?" Jay asked as we lay there afterwards. "Hmm?" Jay turned over to rub his hands against my horns again. "You know, like Skylark, to take advantage of the new talents?" I thought on it a bit. "No. Well, I mean, I wouldn't mind the publicity to help me form a new band and help us get choice gigs... but just modeling on its own doesn't interest me. You?" He smirked. "I've been thinking about it a bit tonight and while I wouldn't want to do one of those body builder circuits, I bet I'd enjoy doing like fashion ads and stuff. Smolder for the camera, sort of thing." I invited him to just go ahead and smolder for me for a while. ---- The Valentina's Espionage discount came in handy much sooner than I would have thought as the next week I found myself with slightly larger breasts. Of course I didn't entirely have to rely on the discount as I had passed my "Probation period" at work and was now collecting an increasingly steady flow of commission checks. I spent more time than I probably should have admiring myself in the dressing room mirror. I'd never been as confident in lingerie as I felt now with the slight increase in cleavage. I was also feeling more confident than ever about the horns on display on my head, which had only grown a little bit and still looked rather devilish. I had to work not to get too horny from that feeling of confidence, particularly because my clit was rubbing in interesting ways in the silk panties I was trying on. It had become a surprisingly visible bump in my crotch, as well. I answered the door that night and let Jay in wearing just the new lingerie, a pair of heels and a great big smile. Jay was so stunned at my confidence and additional cleavage that he didn't say a word as he clicked the door shut behind him. Jay seemed taller than last week, he was about the same height as me in my heels, so he had gained a few inches. Interestingly, as I eyed him up and down it seemed like all of the new height was added straight to his legs which seemed so giant, shapely and well *leggy* as they flowed down from his tight running shorts. We both had a pretty good view of each other's changes and didn't feel a need to say a word as we downed the week's vial. I gasped a little bit as the stuff now tasted like a liquid form of the horniness I was feeling, both the growing horns on my head and the desire to pull Jay straight into my bedroom and spend a few hours making love. Jay didn't seem to need any coaxing and was halfway there on his own. I didn't want to say anything to alarm Jay, but it did seem like his penis was much smaller than the week before. Maybe it was a trick of the light or the relative increase in size of his legs and thighs. ---- That week word of mouth about how I was the best salesperson at work starting getting me an interesting number of incoming new clients all to my own. The boss invited me out to the upcoming golf trip (and lead exchange exposition) that I had always assumed was "guys only" up to this point. He said there was something exciting about me he hadn't seen before, clearly eyeballing my horns in between skimming that week's report of how awesome I was at sales. He barely even looked at my chest. Of course, even if the trip was "guys only" I was starting to think I would qualify now: My bull's horns had clearly grown past the "sexy devil lady" phase to small bull mode and had made certain what the "primary side effect" was in the small but growing penis I now had between my legs. It wasn't long until I was confidently using the men's room urinals on days I was wearing a skirt, dress, or sometimes now men's pants with their now useful crotch zippers. (I was even tempted to try to abuse my small sway with Valentina's Espionage for sexy silk panties with a man's crotch hole in front... I was wondering if I had the confidence to pull something that crazy of a request off.) Jay arrived at my place in tears. Each huffing sob did wonders to pull his muscle shirt taut across the gorgeous six pack that now resided on his abs. I hugged him, pulled him inside and sat him gently on my couch while I waited out the worst of the sobs. Finally he was able to manage to get out. "I should have listened to Greg." The thought of Greg was enough to remind me that my first masturbation with my new penis had been to a magazine ad of Skylark. I guess I'd always been a bit bisexual, but now I felt more confident to explore those thoughts, particularly with the new equipment downstairs. "You should have listened to Greg about what?" "That my choice would have surprising consequences." Jay pulled down his shorts and underwear in a single swift movement revealing a cute little hairless vagina. I was surprised that Jay didn't notice the swelling bulge in my trousers at this new development. "Well, that was the choice you wanted to make wasn't it?" Jay hesitated and then nodded affirmatively before breaking back into sobs. I gently ran a hand down his arm and held his hand. "Then why are you so sad?" Jay avoided my gaze and squirmed a bit before trying to get a window in the sobs again. Finally very quietly he squeaked. "I've been enjoying our relationship so much, I was hoping this particular change might have happened later so that we could keep making love." I smiled a great big smile at the beautifully muscled and newly female Jay. With the hand that wasn't holding his hand I gently pushed *her* chin to face me. "Look at me Jay, women have been making love with vaginas like yours for a long time. I find yours rather attractive, actually." Jay seem to exhale a bit and I used both hands to guide his hand to the zipper on my trousers before continuing. "Besides I figured out what the primary side effect Greg warned me about was. The bigger the horns the bigger the..." With that I used Jay's hand to pull down my zipper and free my growing erection from its silk hiding spot. Jay finished my sentence as I expected to with a surprisingly excited "Penis!" and then proceeded to giggle for several minutes. We made a strange new love that night and I gifted to Jay a large collection of my best panties, given as I now had a tough time wearing them. ---- This week my facial hair started growing at a pretty rapid pace. At first I started just shaving it each morning but my five o'clock shadow was starting to be more and more noticeable. I decide to own the look and invest in a beard trimmer. I started keeping the beard and decided to leave it well groomed at a short length. Despite the penis between my legs I still thought of myself as mostly a woman, and I'm not sure anyone that caught sight of my cleavage could disagree for long. That said, I rather liked the beard. It was another outward sign of the confidence I felt in being the bull in the shop. I noticed a couple of the sales guys even seemed to be jealous at how good my beard looked and I meanly tried to accentuate my bosom in their faces for a further reaction of jealousy and interest. Jay showed up in a tight tennis skirt and halter top combo. She was starting to look very hot and feminine. Her halter top was filled out with a mean looking set of pectorals. She didn't quite have boobs yet, but her puffy nipples seemed to indicate that they were around the corner. Her hair was getting a bit shaggy and she had tried a bit more feminine of a part in it. I was impressed by how quickly Jay had taken to her new identity and how happy she seemed to be. I couldn't help but stare at the plainly visible washboard lady abs and wonderful leggy legs that now were embellished by a pair of high heeled shoes. She went straight for my beard when we sat down in my living room. "Look at you. I'm jealous, I haven't shaved in weeks." She stroked my beard a bit and then stroked her hairless chin a bit in comparison. Her voice was playful, and starting to sound a bit more feminine too. I stroked her chin and smiled at her. "Good, because I prefer you that way." I leaned in to kiss her and she happily embraced it. "I've been thinking..." she said. "Maybe we should take the last two vials together at once." I was rather surprised by the suggestion and a little hurt. "You want to give up on our pact? But I love seeing you every week. Are you trying to get rid of me now that you are growing into a beautiful lady?" She looked a bit shocked at the accusation and grabbed both my hands. "No silly, I want to finish the pact under its rules: we don't see each other while the vials work... but I can't wait much longer, I want to spend every day with you. I want us to move in together. I want us to finish this pact that we started and hopefully it will be the first of many." I felt a tear roll down my face. It was a very sweet idea. Sure, it was probably a bit soon to talk about moving in together, but I was starting to feel the same confidence that Jay seemed to have that we belonged together and I felt a little bit terrible for implying that she would try to move on to other guys now that she could choose. I did as she suggested and grabbed both remaining vials, downing them together and watched as she did the same. She stroked my beard again. "Where else am I going to find such a beautiful bull woman with a fancy beard and gorgeous tits?" I was refreshed by how honest and happy that sounded and let that thought lead me into the bedroom with Jay. ---- My horns quickly became huge in the early part of the week. I had a pretty good idea that I could probably gore some things to death if I wasn't careful. It was a bit more painful than I remembered the other horn growths feeling. I found a polishing wax that I liked and was rather excited by how wild and trophy like the horns on my head were. "All you need to know is I wear my trophy rack right up here," I kept joking with customers. It was surprisingly effective. Of course, the bigger the horns, the bigger the penis. By the end of the week I had a great big bull penis (and sizeable bull testicles) and a cute fuzzy sheath. I figured I was big enough now to make even horses envious. Of course it was interesting trying to keep it modest in skirts and even pants now. It took two hands and some effort to masturbate the thing, but I was growing to really love how it felt. I also wasn't surprised to find I found myself masturbating to thoughts of Jay. When Jay finally arrived at my place, she was gorgeous. It seemed like she had gained even more muscle than the last time I saw her, but it was beautifully countered by an embarrassment of riches in feminine curves. Her body had packed on a perfect amount of fat to give her a tight but womanly ass and she now had a great looking pair of breasts of her own. I promised Jay that the two of us first thing in the morning would go down to the mall and do some naughty things with my Valentina's Espionage discount. I couldn't wait to dress Jay into some scandalous piece of skimpy lingerie. Jay slid straight into the bedroom with that horny realization that she could now wear just about all the scandalous lingerie she wanted now. Who was going to stop someone so athletic and beautiful? I had to apologize about the size of my cock and the realization that I'd not fit. I didn't want to hurt her. Luckily for both of us we found plenty of other ways to stimulate each that night (and many nights after) and make love. ---- *Epilogue* I would of course move on to marry Jay and continue an interesting life with her. Jay did some sports modeling for a bit, put together a nice nest egg and then retired to being a homemaker. I think she did it just for the irony and amusement of that, but I was happy to support her. I used a bunch of my sales commissions to hire a new band and work on some new songs. I felt confident enough to take on a lead position and try to sell my own original pieces. I certainly wouldn't have been that confident before that fire sale at AdvExGen. I managed to get us in the door with some good music executives with the novelty of being a bull, who once was photographed with most people's favorite Valentina's Espionage model Skylark, and who had a hot sports model for a wife. I managed to stay on those music executives radar with a well produced demo mix of what I knew were some very good songs. Before too long my band *Bullrush* was a full time job and we were touring fairly regularly. I came home from one particularly long Euro-Asian tour to find an amazing new smell wafting around my house. It was driving me mad and my erection was very obvious in the skirt I was wearing. "Honey I'm home," I trilled. This too had started as something of a gag between the wife and I, but had fallen into habit. It was a classic for a reason. "In here," she yelled from the den. The smell of course got brighter and clearer as I approached the den. Inside Jay was posed with her back to the door, but gently glancing back over her shoulder in that manner of a pinup girl she probably picked up from some shoot or another. The surprising thing was that she had traded her legs in for what was clearly the body of a horse/cow hybrid. She had a black and white spotted heifer fur and a surprisingly large udder, which seemed to indicate cow at first glance. But knowing her and how much the athleticism had come to mean for her I could tell that under the cow spots her body had the lean and aggressive stance and obvious musculature of what probably was a prized and fast thorobred horse. She made a lovely centaur. "I worked very hard with a few of the black market research labs to get this body for you sweetheart," she said, smiling and happy. I realized then that her tail was straight up and her cow pussy was on full display, puffy and engorged, and clearly the source of the intoxicating perform. I stopped and took a long breath of it, letting it signal straight into my big bull dick that it was time to stud. "I want to have your foals, honey." I was too far gone to think about that at that moment...