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Proper Laboratory Procedure

Molly had worked her way through the rest of the lab with easier, turning many scientists into cattle and lovely servants, in truth since her run in with her friend nothing of great interest had happened to her. Just the standard fear, melting into lust, then the fucking. It was fun to be sure, but the cow yearned for something more now. A bit of spice in the transformational stew. Sure it was still sexy but there were only so many times you could turn someone into a cow in the same old way before if got a bit old. Looking at the current door Molly saw that this was the last of the labs. She stopped and then turned looking up at the hulking mass of bull behind her.

“Tiny, how about you go have some fun of your own, fuck a few heifers for your queen will you.” she said patting the massive bovine on his chest. He cocked his head to the side confused for a moment but then nodded seeing that it was his queens wish for him to pleasure himself.

Molly then leaned on the doorway to the last of the labs and caught the end of the conversation inside playing out inside. She was familiar with the supervisor of this lab, Tamara. A woman that Molly thought had watched or read one flew over the cuckoo's nest and decided that nurse Ratched was the woman she wanted to be when she grew up. She cared little about those below her and in fact Molly was sure she viewed her staff as little different from the animals they did tests on. No Molly thought, she didn’t often get her staff killed by pushing her experiments and testing to far. At the moment she was belittling one of the staff for suggesting that they not push the current test to far today on account of the fact that they had been very successful as of late. Tamara laughed and then told the man to do as she asked in a firm and intimidating tone.

Comeuppance would be dished out accordingly Molly knew. Tamara had often gone to the other labs in search of easy prey to assert her dominance over, well no longer. She heard footsteps and a door closing, now was the time to strike.

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Allen sat in a chair facing today subject, a standard dairy cow named Bessie, named by himself, of course. On paper the cow was little more than a number. However Allen was nothing if not sentimental, he sighed thinking about just what was going to happen to the poor thing once that uncaring bitch got off her break. The cow looked at him with impassive eyes, unaware of the fate that would befall herself. This was not the job he signed up for, their was nothing in his job description about animal testing, or about half the semi unethical shit this place had cooking, but the money, oh the money was to good to ignore. The last few checks had already put a sizable dent in his student debts and even though he was feeling his conscience being eaten away day after day, the thought of being able to not only pay off his debts just to attractive a proposition.

“I’m sorry Bessie.” he said reaching out and rubbing the cow face, she seemed to like the affection.

The action only deepened Allen melancholy however. He pulled his hand back and wondered how much longer he could keep this up before he quit, or he stopped caring. Allen felt a hand on his shoulder, he was confused as to whom it could be and then felt even more confused upon seeing the cow standing next to him. The cow looked at Bessie and then down to Allen, her eye looked the man over and then she looked back at Bessie. Allen could see that the creature was thinking about something. He found himself looking over the cow's body, she was perfectly proportioned. Huge tits, swollen with what he assumed to be milk. The rest of her figure was defined by her curves, fat covered her well portioned body and gave the heifer curves the likes of which the man had only ever dreamed of. She patted Allen on the back and looked down at him.

“Ok Allen…” she said leaning in close to Allen's ear, “Names Molly, now you just sit tight, you get to watch first.”

Allen did just that watching as the heifer stood back up and walked over to the cow in front of him. Molly held Bessie's head in her hand and examined the cow seemingly looking for something.

“What's her name.” Molly asked looking at the cows id tag.

“I call her Bessie.” Allen said looking at the two cows one on all fours and the other walking around on two and feeling very confused.

“Ah, that's sweet, you already like her.” Molly said without turning to look at Allen.

Allen heard the words and felt a bit of apprehension, what the hell did she mean by that he wondered.

“That's it girl, drink up.” Allen heard Molly say and then watched as Bessie began to suckle on one of Molly’s nipples.

Allen watched as Bessie hesitant at first drank more and more from the other cow. In moment Bessie was gulping down mouthful after mouthful of Molly milk. All the while Molly was scratching the underside of Bessie's chin. As she did so Allen took notice of something, Bessie's eyes, they were blue, and watching. There was something there now beside the baser instincts of a bovine. Her face was growing more expensive. He swore he could see winced and pleasure her right in front of him. Bessie sat planting her rear on the ground as she kept on drinking Molly's milk. Her tail flew back and forth in the air seemingly expressing the cow's satisfaction at the drink. Form his position Allen noted that the black tuft of fur on the end of Bessie's tail looked like it was getting lighter. Not white, but blond he thought. With each swing of the tail, yes he was sure of it, the tuft of fur was turning blond, and it looked more like hair.

It was then that Allen noted Bessie hooves, or rather her lack of them, she still had her hooves on her feet, but her front hooves, were gone. Replaced now by thick digits with thick black caps on there tips. He looked over the rest of physiology and noted the other changes, her legs were looking more and more human, save for the ankle and hoof feet, her arms were rearranging, in moment he saw that the hand now had proper arms to go with them. Her bulk was shrinking he saw, the cow before him now resembled a woman, more than a bovine, despite the lingering feature betting a dairy cow. All in all, Allen had to admit she was stunning.

Her rear formed out from the cow ass she had and develop a supple shape that exhausted her thick thighs and muscular legs. Her udder still dangle from between her hips but her chest was shrinking. The bovine heft was melting away into the woman's torso, not exactly an hourglass physique but close. Two breasts also now hung from her chest, not massive and swollen like Molly but smaller, her milk was clear going to her udder which Allen saw was a bit swollen.

Finally Allen looked back to her face, Bessie was no longer a cow in his eyes. Before him was a creature of beauty, with clear intelligence behind her eyes, and a body that while not made for the runway Allen could not help but ogle and want to partake of. He watched as blond hair started to grow in on the cows head, covering the white fur that covered most of her head, her ears grew out a bit and soon enough Bessie had curly blond hair. Molly then pulled away from the changed cow and then offered her a hand to help her up.

“So Bessie, how do you feel.” Molly asked, placing a hand on the cows shoulder.

Bessie for her part looked around, at Molly, then at Allen then at herself. She used her new hands to play with her smaller breasts for a moment before she stopped and simply wiggled her fingers a bit.

“Um, good, I guess.” Bessie answered in a sweet tone that reflected her innocent looking face.

“Good, now do you know who that is over there.” Molly asked pointing to Allen still sitting in the chair.

Bessie blink once remembering the man and then ran over to him hugging him. Allen was a bit shocked by the affectionate embrace but hugged the cow back anyway.

“Oh your Allen, you were nice, you gave me my name, you stopped the mean lady from doing all those things to me!” Bessie said hugging the man even tighter.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, that's me.” Allen said feeling the cows breasts rubbing up against him. He was trying to contain himself but for some reason he felt a growing sense of attraction to the cow sitting on him.

Bessie leaned back her arms still wrapped around Allen. Allen looked up at the cow and found himself unable to look away. She was pretty, and nice, and sweet, and just good to look at and to hear. The cow, no Bessie, was a stunning visage to look at, however he felt a growing sense to do more than just look.

“She is stunning yes, but she's not a museum peace you know.” Molly said whispering into Allen's ear.

The intrusion made Allen jump a bit. He looked over at Molly who was smiling at him knowingly.

“Here, let me help with those, inhibitions.” Molly said snapping her fingers.

Allen was confused for a moment but then realized that he felt much closer to Bessie now, he could feel her fur not just in his hand but all over as well. He was naked, his flesh touched Bessie's fur, and to be honest he liked it. His clothing had been so restraining but now, he could feel Bessie in her entirety, properly. More importantly for both of them however Allen could feel his dick, hard now brushing against Bessie's slit. Bessie for her part seemed a bit hesitant, feeling the man dick brushing against her entrance. It felt good, it felt nice, it felt so many things to the cow now starting to feel a lust for the man under her.

Allen felt a similar lust as well, he wanted to fuck Bessie, wanted to be the bull that protected this little cute thing that he loved so. No more questions, no more debating to himself, he knew what he wanted, he wanted Bessie, he wanted to protect her, to love her, cherish her, and as he licked his lips thinking about her warm slit, right now in the moment he wanted to fuck her sideways. Allen gripped Bessie's ass cheeks with his hands and heard the heifer yelp in surprise. She looked at the man below her and saw in his eye a bull, not a man. She swooned at the feeling of him pull her down onto his length and felt the mind numbing pleasure roll over her.

“That's the spirit, now i'm gonna go have some fun with your boss, you two have some fun, i'll be right back.” Molly said turning and heading towards Tamara’s office.

After a step however Molly paused and turned back to face the two now simmering in the others juices, they were making out, there bodies gyrating with each other slowly. Molly smiled and snapped her fingers once more, she needed the bull to be in good form when she brought Tamara out to play. Bessie winced from pleasure feeling something changing. Allen's dick was growing inside of her. She gripped onto his shoulder as he felt it as well the expanding length and girth of the man's member adding to the cocktail of pleasurable sensations both were feeling at the moment. Molly lingered for a few moments longer watching as the twos motions got more and more frustrated, the moans growing louder and more passionate. Until finally she heard Bessie crane her head up breaking away from Allen's lips and let out a loud and passionate moo. Bessie smiled, letting the sensation of climax washed over her as she brought her head back down to face Allen. He looked up at her smiling as well and breathing deeply. Bessie took him by the cheek with her hand and planted another kiss on his lips before breaking away and smiling at him.

Molly turned away she was at the doorway to Tamara’s office when she saw the door open. In it stood Tamara yawning. She claimed up however seeing the cow in front of her. Molly took and hand and covered her mouth pushing her back into the office smiling at the woman evilly as she marched her right up to the back wall.

“Tamara.” Molly said looking at the woman sadistically. “I gotta say, out of every shit heal I’ve turned into a cow today I gotta admit, I think I'm gonna enjoy this one the most.”

Tamara looked at the cow with a growing concern for her own well being which was then compounded when the heifer held up her other hand and snapped her fingers. It took Tamara a second to figure out what had happened but her eyes went wide and a muffled scream came out when she realized that her clothes were gone. Molly smiled at the woman's confusion and fear remembering all the times Tamara had been high and mighty over the people under her for her own amusement. Still smiling in and evil way Molly hooked her fingers up and into Tamara, saw felt the woman twitch and squirm as her fingers danced in her. She was scared but Molly could also feeling the growing compulsion in her to give in, helped on by her own pheromones of course. Molly took her hand off the womans mouth and before she could get a word out she kissed her, embracing Tamara deeply with tongue and all.

Molly could feel the other woman's inhibition melting away. Her breathing was faster, her heart was racing, her slit was wet. Then Molly stopped, taking the woman to the edge and then backing away letting her come back to reality as she took a seat on her desk. Tamara looked at the other cow for a moment taking in deep and long breaths as the two exchanged looks. Tamara covered herself with her hands looking with confusion and apprehension at the creature in front of her.

“What…” Tamara tried to say. “Am I.” Molly finished smugly looking at the woman who she could see was barely keeping it together.

Tamara nodded.

“That's not really your concern right now Tamara. Here’s what is, you can go.” Molly said pointing to the door closed and so very close.

“I can just…” Tamara said looking at the cow.

“Go, yeah, but, and this is a big but, if you give into any of those ideas in your head, your gonna start losing all that pesky humanity you’ve got going on there pretty fast.” Molly said grinning evilly as wide as she could.

“What ideas?” Tamara asked genuinely confused.

Molly stood up and walked over to the woman taking her by the shoulders, and walking her to the door, “Watch them for a bit, I'm sure you'll get the idea.” Molly said opening the door.

Tamara saw the sight as her underling was getting ridden by another cowgirl, she had to admit to herself that the sight was indeed giving her a few ideas. So many so that Molly's warning was quickly shoved aside as she watched Allen begin to transform. The man's body was spring up patches of fur all over of dark brown. All over his body was getting more and more muscular, his dick still inside the other cowgirl was not in evidence but Tamara mind already pierced how it looked, and wondered how it felt. Already on of Tamara's hands were twitching, her body took in the sights and sounds and smells wanting to be stimulated. Tamara took in a deep breath unaware that Molly was looking right at her as she succumbed to her mind's baser thoughts. All it took was one finger, Tara used more than that of course as she started to finger herself feeling the sudden on rush of positive feedback a her body reward her for her actions.

Across the room Allen save for his face was unrecognizable as a human. His body was covered in thick dark brown fur now, his hand had grown tick caps at the tips of his fingers and his feet had changed to hooves. His face was already beginning to push outward into a muzzle as he felt the throws of climax washing over him. He closed his eyes, feeling the cowgirl on top of him take his face and embrace him again as he pulled her down onto his dick hard one last time. As the spray of cum lept form Allen's dick and into Bessie's sex the rest of face pushed out with one swift popping sound. Two moos rang out in unison as the newly formed bovines clutched the other still only breaking off there kiss long enough to breath and moo.

“Pretty hot right?” Molly asked the woman beside her looking down her back and smiling at what she saw.

Tamara nodded drunkenly still looking at the two cattle in front of her and fingering herself. A sudden and sharp pain snapped her out of it as she reached her hands around to her rear. Something felt off about the situation and turning her head to see as she felt something growing out of her back she went wide eyed. In her hand was a tail, her own tail, she had a tail.

“I did warn you, consider that strike one.” Molly said stepping away from the woman and towards the happy cows in the middle of the room.

“You two.” she asked them tapping Bessie on her shoulder and getting their attention, “Do me a favor and go tease that one over there a bit, but don’t do anything unless she says yes, got it.” Molly said watching as the two stood up.

Both of the bovines nodded and walked over towards Tamara. Molly took a seat and watched crossing her legs and resting her head on one of her hands.

“Are deal still stands Tamy, you get out of this room without succumbing to those ideas in your head and you get to keep what's left of your humanity!” Molly yelled from across the room smugly chuckling.

She watched as the woman paid half attention to her warning and half to the two sexy cattle meandering there way towards her. Tamara looked between the two advancing cattle shrinking back into her office. She didn’t advance towards the two fearing what might happen if she got close to them. Bolting to the door quickly became a non-option as Tamara found herself again trapped in her office. She did her best to avoid the two walking behind her desk and finding herself between the two cows, Bessie in front and Allen behind. She held her hand out trying to keep the two from advancing any closer and looking between the two trying to figure out what to do next. Looking forward she slid across her desk knocking its contents to the floor and in the process, she lost her balance and fell to the floor.

Looking up she saw Allen looming over her, all the fur and muscle taking up her vision. His cock was hard, and looking at it now she found all the lustful ideas of minutes prior clouding her mind again. She wanted to touch herself so badly, knowing that it was probably not in her best interest right now to do so. Yet still, she wanted it in her, wanted to feel that hunk of meat stretch her, she licked her lips trying to recompose herself. She sat up and got to her knee trying to stand but only bringing her face closer to the bulls manhood. Her body was heating up, she felt beads of sweat running off her skin as she tried to breath. She brought her head down and took in a long breath through her nose.

She brought her head up again, smelling something deep and earthy, pungent and powerful. She looked forward to see the bull's cock right their, erect, and wanting of attention. True to there word the two cows did little other than stand there with there bodies on full display to the woman. Tamara was digging her own grave here. She Stared at the member sniffing at the bulls scent, his musk and licked her lips again. Each tasting of the scent pushed her worries further and further down. She found herself unable to move from the spot, watching the member and wanting so desperately to touch it.

Allen took a step closer to bringing his cock just inches from the needy looking woman. Tamara looked at the closer member now, she could see its veins, its girth, its length and could vividly feel the thing being shoved into her slit. She hovered a hand over her slit wanting so desperately to touch herself. She leaned forward bringing her face to the bulls cock she took a sniff of it, the pungent musk of Allen all the more potent right in the bulls vicinity and all the more effective on the woman's already overloaded mind.

It was an unconscious action, something buried deep in her own mind acting of its own accords independent from the rest of her resisting body. Tamara reached out her tongue and licked the bulls cock tasting his flesh and musty odor feeling the trembling member under her tongue as she ran it up the length of his shaft. As she did the framework of her mind became undone. She wanted more, she picked her head up once she was done and started sucking, sucking like she never had before. She craved the cock, she deep throated it taking its massive length in her mouth as her body rapidly changed to accommodate the bulls equipment.

Both cows watched as Tamara changed and swelled her body rearranging itself, growing fur, gaining heft and losing humanity. Both felt a twinge of confusion upon seeing the woman's breasts begin to shrink, and looking at her hands both saw that the fingers seemed to be fusing. All the while her hips seemed to be rearranging as well. There was the sound of cracking bone, almost drowned out by the needy noises of the heifer in the making. Allen started to rub the changing cows head encouraging his former boss on as she sucked in for all him was worth. The change took only a few moments but after it was done it was clear that Tamara was nothing but a normal dairy cow, black and white fur on four legs. She still sucked at the bulls cock needily, and her udder was clearly filled with milk.

Finally Allen could hold back no longer and grabbed onto Tamara's horns as he came in her mouth. She felt the heifer needle guzzling on his cum trying to milk even more from the bull. Bessie stood back watching and then blinked as a sly grin spread across her face. She walked up to Allen still breathing heavily and still getting his dick milked by the cow despite his cum shots having long since ended. The motion of her sucking even on his spent cock was pleasurable. Bessie whispered in his ear and he smiled at the thought of using the cow for such a thing.

Bessie leaned over the desk exposing her own dripping sex. She smiled at Allen who pulled away from Tamara, the cow looked up with a look of sadness on her face that read, “no more dick for me”. Then Allen backed away and the cow saw Bessie presenting herself to her. Tamara licked her lips, her mind seeing pussy and knowing what to do. Bessie winced as she felt Tamara's tongue run across her slit. The feeling of the cow's tongue was amazing, different then Allen's dick, but just as pleasurable in a different way. Allen looked at Tamara’s pussy seeing it and feeling the blood rushing back to his dick, he smiled as he slid into it the warm cow pussy feeling amazing as he began to thrust.

All three cattle gyrated and twitched to the tune of there partners, each driving the other closer and closer towards climax over the seconds, and then minutes as there fucking grew more and more intense. Bessie gripped the desk as she felt Tamara's tongue drive deeper and deeper in her pussy. Tamara felt her body craving more, more cock, more pussy, more everything. The womans mind all consumed by the thoughts of lust and fucking. Allen could only think of cumming in his boss, she was less his boss now and more of another pussy to claim. Then finally the three felt it and acted on it driving home wear they could and bracing were they could. A cum shot, and three orgasms all coalesced into a massive orgasum as Allen drove home with his cumming dick and Tamara shoved her tongue as far as it could go into Bessie who yelled out a scream of pleasure that merged into a moo.

Molly looked at the fucking cattle and smiled closing the door and leaving them to start the next round on there own. The building was thoroughly changed now, she decided that now would be a good time to link up with her master. She and he could have a bit more fun together, before she became a proper queen finally. She smiled at the thought of ruling over these creatures and using them for herself. The thought of the sea of dick and pussy at her command was almost enough to get her off on its own. She could feel her sex trembling at the thought of it.

As she exited the labs and found herself in an administrative area, she noticed a collection of cattle gathered around a group of unchanged people. She watched with bemusement as one of the humans was rapidly changed into a strapping bull and was then given over to a group of needy heifers. Molly decided that a little more fun with the peasantry was more than acceptable. She honed in on a frightened looking blond woman and approached, a little more fun before the main event she thought licking her lips.