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Chapter 4 by Aislutg Aislutg

You arrived as…

…a cowtaur

Your mind now was inhabiting the body of a creature you had only ever seen in your wildest dreams. You looked down to find yourself a cowtaur, the upper body of a human woman adorned with sleek horns curling from your temples, and the lower body of a cow, complete with udders and a vagina. Your eyes widened in astonishment as you took in the sight of your new form, clad only in a chainmail bra that barely contained your ample human breasts. The cool metal pressed against your sensitive skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“This isn’t right!?” You had signed up as a male and as a human and had been very clear that you wished to remain so. This was a mistake! Wait… had Palo done this?! Things started to slide into place.

The sensation of your new body was overwhelming, and you had to steady yourself on the sturdy legs of your bovine lower half. Your hands felt clumsy as you reached up to touch your horns. They were very real, a stark reminder that this was no longer a fantasy but your reality. Your stomach lurched as you tried to process the sudden change, your thoughts racing.

"Is this really happening?" you murmured, your voice now a high, rich soprano that resonated in your new cow-human body. The chainmail bra felt foreign and restrictive, and you struggled to get used to the weight of your new breasts, which seemed to have grown significantly in size. The feeling was bizarre, a mix of shock and fascination. You had read about such creatures in fantasy stories, but to experience it firsthand was something else entirely.

The room you found yourself in was cold and clinical, with walls of gleaming metal and the faint scent of ozone in the air. Panic began to set in, and you looked around for someone to explain this mistake. You had signed up for the Isekai Exchange as a male human, and now you were stuck in a body that was not only female but also half-bovine. You took a step and the clink of the chainmail echoed through the space, making you feel both powerful and exposed. Your new udders swung gently with your movements, reminding you of your altered state with each step.

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