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A week had passed since Eric and Sandra came to the laboratory. In that time they'd been locked away in a cell (or what basically amounted to one) and put through a tortuous physical transformation, risking health and sanity, for the mere chance of escaping their debts. Kept alone, and hurting, while Frank double-checked the quarantine reports, it was almost time to emerge from their solitude.

Friday. What a day to be alive. The start of the week heralded a huge change in the couple's life, now one could claim a similar upheaval as they approached its terminus.

Friday...17 th November...2089. The middle of the Bovinex agri-genetics compound in Barson State. What a day to be alive indeed!

* * *

Faint rumblings echoed down the hallway to Eric's furred ears. A door opening/closing perhaps? Soon followed by an even fainter clatter...no...not clatter, a duller, less tinny noise. With a regular beat. Clomp...clomp...clomp...

The realisation struck him like a tonne of bricks: it was Sandra! Those were the sounds of her hooves on the facility floor. He swore under his breath as another reminder of their newfound inhumanity confronted him. He would have to learn to live with it. She would too.

On the plus side, he no longer felt that much like a prisoner once Frank had released him from the therapy chamber. Oh, without doubt he was still fucked when it came to personal freedoms, but it was a little less unbearable a notion to entertain.

They had a room now, at least for the remaining time at the laboratory. It wasn't anything special. Four walls, a door (of the right height for their stature), a bed (also enlarged). Eric — as one could've deduced by now — was the first to see his new super-sized room.

Not much better than any motel I've ever been in, least it's temporary...

Mo-tel...'Moo-tel'...heh...

...

This wait is fucking killing me...

Eric continued playing cow-themed word games with himself to stay his mind. A total breakdown was the last thing he wanted Sandra to see. Thus, he sat there, on a reasonably comfortable mattress, awaiting his wife.

* * *

Lacey trudged alongside Sandra, hand-in-hand, leading the bovine Amazon to her husband. She'd given her a chance to stretch her legs before taking her to see Eric, and their new temporary accommodations. Sandra was still worried over how Eric would see her, and whether his own form was bearable.

“A bit further now, 'round this corner," Lacey informed her. There were butterflies in the poor woman's stomach as they approached the room. Sandra closed her eyes, head pounding, not quite willing to set eyes upon her other half.

Clomp...clomp...clomp...

They entered. Eric — snapping out of his day-dreams — turned his head and rose to meet them.

“S-Suh...Sandra..." His voice was far, far deeper than she was used to. More feral-sounding, but her beloved's voice nonetheless.

She forced her eyes open. Standing before her, taller and hairier than she'd ever thought he'd be, stood her husband. Their gaze met, his once-green pupils now a warm hazel. He took in her new physique, and she did likewise.

Eric stood dumbstruck before his wife and his owner. Finding the human Lacey humorously smaller than normal when compared to his wife's increased size, he cracked an almost-visible smile. She motioned to the pair of them...

“I'll...I'll give you some time alone. You've been through a lot."

And with that she left. The two hybrids overwhelmed by the sight of the other.

* * *

Well, that's over with , Lacey mused, better leave them to it.

She strolled back down the corridor towards the main facility. Carl was supposed to have contacted her earlier today, but obviously he was busy working on the Reimond farm. She reckoned she could drop down to him on-site before the week's end and get a report that way — as long as Frank was satisfied with their progress.

* * *

Sandra studied Eric, top-to-bottom, and felt strangely calm. The animal part of her brain told her he was quite a handsome bull. Which normalised his appearance to her, but kept her mind in an odd, dream-like state. His...sculpted...body was impressive. So tall too! She watched his powerful chest rise and fall with every breath and was entranced.

Eric could see her drinking his new body in, and his dirty thoughts returned. She wasn't too bad herself. Curves in all the right places for a cowgirl, nice full breasts, packed with enough muscle to play it rough. I...I never thought she'd look so...attractive .

She was the first to break the silence: “Hi honey!"

“Hey there sexy."

Sandra blushed. He could tell — even through the tan fur covering her face. “Moo," she giggled as he stepped towards her.

“Looks like we pulled through alright."

“You sure? Moo. I mean...even though I'm—"

“Beautiful?"

“You're just saying that," she sniffed. How could he still see her not as a monstrous half-human creature, but as he did before all this? Regarding his appearance: she was confused and a wee bit scared...nothing made sense; she couldn't properly reconcile their physical differences yet.

“No I mean it. I don't know if it's the horny bull side of my brain talking," he said, “but I think you've still got it."

In each other's arms now, they moved closer still.

“Even if it is just my animal side, I love you."

Their lips met. Muzzles pressed together as tongues danced. Sandra mustered a deep breath as Eric's hands glided over her body, a tingling anticipation shooting through her.

Breaking the kiss with his hands resting firmly on her rear, a gentle squeeze here and there, Eric spoke: “that was nice."

“Mm-hmm."

“There's no-one watching by the way."

“Really?"

“Yep, Ms. Cain and Dr. Trimble are leaving for the night. No cameras or microphones in this room. I checked. There's food, water, a bed...all to ourselves."

“Are you thinking about—"

“Moo," he replied, “let's have some fun for a change." With that said their lips locked once more.

* * *

“Ready to lock up?"

“C'mon Frank, stop asking. We need to swing 'round by the Reimond's place to check up on Carl."

“Ah, that's why you're in a hurry."

“What about those two? Are we okay leaving them here?"

“Relax. They'll be fine. They've got stuff to eat and drink, let them have a break. Enjoy the weekend."

“You don't think they might—"

“They might what?"

“You know...stressful situation...two consenting adults..."

“Oh...right...um...I'd rather not think about it."

“Just wondering is all. They haven't seen one another since we, well, transformed their lives."

“Please drop it."

“Fine. Sue me for being curious."

* * *

Sandra's heart rate doubled as she melted into Eric's powerful embrace. Her hands explored his face, at times inspecting his horns and other bovine features as their ministrations continued.

It hadn't crossed her mind that neither of them wore clothes. Saved time getting undressed. Looking down during their intense kissing she caught a glimpse of his growing member. Easily over a foot long when limp with a flared head, her lust increased in tune with Eric's length.

“Eric...I want—"

“Hmm?"

“—I want you to fuck me."

He guided her down onto the bed, towering over her as she got comfortable. As she lay flat, he tended to her ample breasts, massaging them and taking a swollen nipple into his mouth.

“Oh God, moo!" An electric pleasure shot through Sandra's body as Eric stimulated her. Suckling one, then the other, greedily. Breath shortening. She liked the way her new assets felt. She could get used to this...

Eric — having satisfied his wife's upper half — moved down again to between her legs as she unconsciously opened them. I get to try this tongue out on her after all, he smiled to himself, drawing in her tangy scent. A moment of intense anticipation served to build the tension before Eric went down on her. Just as it became too unbearable he engulfed her.

She felt as if she was an animal in heat and a lucky male finally broke its spell. Pure joy. She froze. Shivering. His strong hands caressed her legs, running through soft bovine fur as his warm tongue excited her insides.

Arcing her back as he continued, Sandra's climax approached. “I'm gonna...gunna...gon—" Words failed her as her orgasm finally arrived. Limbs stretched, legs clamping down on her lover's head. Eric ignored the squeezing pressure and continued to eat her out. He tasted her labia for the last time as Sandra squealed with delight, shuddering in the cunnilingual aftermath.

“How did that feel?"

“A-moo...am...amazing," she replied, finding it hard to speak properly. Her brain addled with pleasure.

“You enjoyed that huh?" her big anthropomorphic bull of a husband commented.

“Uh-huh. But it's not...not," shivering still, she stammered a response.

“Not what hon?"

“Not enough...I said fuck me..."

“I...love you so much." Their sex had only just begun, and for the main course Eric was ready to rock her world.

Climbing atop her, fully erect, Eric slowly positioned his shaft at her tingling entrance. To tease her he gently dragged his tip up and down, only slightly within her lips. Giggling, his wife pressed her hips against his, pushing his member deeper.

“Hey now!" Eric remarked as he pulled back out, “take this slow and steady. Don't rush it sweetie." Sandra wore a frustrated expression but nodded in agreement. He returned to playing a game of just-the-tip for a minute or two more.

Soon however, he was ready to really enter her.

“Here comes..."

The hulking bull went in hard and fast, hilting himself as his lover gasped. He was inside her, all eighteen-plus inches of hybrid meat penetrating her depths. Holding that position he held hands with Sandra, forcing her down further, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Starting to thrust — his weight pushing down on her, gradually building up speed — Eric erased all doubt that his feelings for his wife had changed. Transformed or not, she was his, and he was hers.

Wife...that didn't sound right to him anymore. Sounded too human. They weren't strictly human so why should they bother with such quaint terminology? Mate...yes, that sounded much better. His mate.

This was raw and rough. Like the beasts they'd become. He vigorously pounded away, driving Sandra into ecstatic moans. For the first time this week she was truly happy, though it felt like a lifetime since coming to this facility. She grabbed handfuls of his muscled ass, gripping his rear to steady herself against his relentless pumping. His tail flicked about as she did so.

“More...harder...fu-fa-f-faster..." She craved his body, his every touch, his enormous bullhood. She wanted this to never end.

Eric was in heaven, balls deep in a beautiful cowgirl. He shared her desire to keep this going for as long as humanly (bovinely?) possible. He couldn't wait to be free from this place; to be with his beloved at their rejuvenated homestead...their new farmlands. He could see her gorgeous body working the fields. Her ass swaying, hips gyrating in the sun as she carried bales of hay. And after a long day of tough-but-satisfying manual labour, they'd make love outdoors. What possibilities! It all just drove him into further throes of passion.

“Moo! Fuck me harder!" she screamed, enraptured.

“Oh God Sandra, this...is...amazing!" he strenuously uttered, hips bucking wildly. Eric was close. Too close. Sandra could tell. She brought a hand down to her nether regions and hastened her second orgasm, fingers tending to her large clitoris.

“Ah..."

Time stopped. Their hearts did too. At least for the brief moment of nirvana the pair experienced.

“Eric!"

Sandra was first. Her tunnel contracted around Eric's length, keeping him in position for the big finale.

“S-S-San...dra..."

The kegels of an eight-foot-tall cowgirl seemed an awful lot like an industrial-strength vice as she clamped down hard, and suddenly. This took Eric by surprise and he came. A torrent of warm seed erupted from her husband, signalling his peak, with flushes of heat travelling through Sandra in response to each ejaculation.

“I can feel it honey. I can feel it all inside me."

He collapsed on top of her. Both were exhausted. She felt his member twitch as the last few spurts were drained from his balls while she cradled them. A spot of relief long overdue after the week they'd had. Now they held one another as the afterglow washed over them.

“I think we both needed that," Eric said as he shifted positions.

“Mmmm," his wife replied, enjoying the feeling of his reduced — but nonetheless still turgid — penis in her heated depths.

Eric now rolled to the side, arms wrapped around her as they spooned. “That wasn't so bad," he said.

“I liked it, kinda too much," Sandra added, “I thought after all this..."

“Yeah?"

“After all this we wouldn't be able to—"

“Able to do that as a couple?"

“Moo," she confirmed.

“Moo," he responded in kind. “The most that's changed, hon, is what we are, not how we see each other."

He was right. Ever since laying eyes on him earlier today Sandra's mind seemed to bypass what were huge physical changes in both shape and size, to recognising her spouse as...her spouse, obviously. There was an animalistic side that wasn't there before, however; a little voice in the back of her head told her she was part of his 'herd' now. She calmly ignored it, assuming all of the stress and pain she'd endured had messed with her mental state. Given time, her mind would settle. She'd be fine. End of story.

Eric interrupted her thoughts with a reminder: “we've got a whole weekend of this you know."

She chuckled. “All ready to go again?"

“C'mon hon! The serum hasn't made my stamina that good."

“Jokes aside, I'm happy to just cuddle for the rest of the day."

“We could use some sleep too."

“Mooh...I mean...yeah. I'm exhausted."

Soon Sandra fell asleep in Eric's arms, with the tired bull quickly following suit. Nodding off, he spent a moment thinking about how life would be so different for them now, and of ways to maximise their enjoyment of said differences.