Dr Pershing's second visit.

The second room Dr Pershing visited was occupied by two people - a man and a woman, as due to the isolation ward taking up quite a bit of room, mixed gender rooms had become a necessity. Moving people around had been deemed not cost-effective, so Vera Rowanne and Grant Hammond had to share a room as their conditions were not contagious. They were not even debilitating as S4M-ARA's and Robin Norton's had been (presumably, in the latter's case); Grant suffered from an auto-immune disorder that caused large, itching splotches to appear on the skin of his legs, for which he was being monitored overnight, and Vera had a similar problem with her thyroid, only minus the itching. Both conditions were not life-threatening and could likely be managed, but Dr Pershing was sure that his newly devised treatment could completely heal the two patients, once and for all.

Thus he tiptoed soundlessly towards first one, then the other patient, dribbling the contents of one syringe each into their mouths as neither had a drip attached to their arms. It was decidedly more risky, and Vera coughed once as the fluids rolled into her throat, making Dr Pershing freeze in place, but luckily, the soon-to-be-healed woman did not wake up, and finally, Dr Pershing could sneak out again, heart hammering in his throat.

"Mmmh~..." Grant mewled as he slowly woke up - only to be instantly awake at how wrong his voice sounded. Not bad or anything, but definitely not like his. In fact, it sounded downright feminine. "Wha-what's going on?!"

"You tell--nnrgh~! You tell me!" Pushing himself up on his elbows, Grant looked over at Vera - he'd made very nice small talk with his prim and proper roommate yesterday evening, so he was rather surprised to find her hunched over in her bed, both hands in her crotch. One squeezing a pulsing rod tenting her hospital gown, the other pressing down on its tip. "Ohfuckfuckfuck!"

Arousal was clear in Vera's voice, and it was not without effect on Grant. Just not the effect he would have expected. There was no throbbing boner growing between his legs - instead, an aching, moist emptiness made itself known as he stared open-mouthed at what was happening to Vera. Scooting backwards in the bed until he could lean against the backboard, Grant never once took his eyes off of his roommate, transfixed by the developments. And Vera was developing rapidly, mouthwateringly, crotch-moisteningly. Where she had been able to hide almost all of her new appendage with her hands when Grant had first looked, that wasn't possible anymore. Neither was reaching all the way around the thick, twitching shaft, and Vera also wasn't trying to hide it anymore. She was stroking the fattening cock with one hand, rubbing the swollen glans with her palm, gasping and moaning unabashedly.

"Uungh~... how is... god, this thing feels..." Gyrating her hips, Vera thrust into her hand, a wet spot spreading in the fabric of her hospital gown. "It's getting h-huge!"

"Nnh-hnnn~..."

Grant saw, and he liked. So much that his lust-addled mind barely even hitched as the hand travelling between his legs didn't find a penis, but instead a supremely sensitive pussy, wet and twitching as Grant rubbed himself through his hospital gown, his free left inching to the itching spots on his lower abdomen. Mouth slack, he watched on as Vera threw first her gown and then her head back, her thus revealed throbbing rod not only monstrously big by now but decidedly inhumanly shaped, the head broad and flared and Vera's hand bumping into a distinct ring in the middle, gasping at the sensations.

"Uuuh, gaaawd~..." And she wasn't the only one. Gown and underwear soaked by his juices, Grant was dipping a finger between his swollen lips as his left played with four little nubs expanding just above his crotch, tiny mounds growing below them as he rubbed and flicked, twitching with every jolt of pleasure the touch sent through him, eyes fixed on his roommate's monster. "Mmmngh~..."

"God--fucking--damnit!" Grant balked at the forceful cursing from Vera - this was a far cry from what he had expected from her after getting to know her yesterday evening, but then again, she hadn't been growing a big ol' horsecock back then. "Shit, this thinnnngh~...."

It made Grant's mouth water. There was no way he would be able to take Vera, but even the thought of her filling him made Grant's head spin, pussy winking and pulling his finger inside him. Breathless gasps washing over his lips, Grant pulled at one of the teats rising on top of a soft pillow now growing on his lower abdomen, squeaking lustfully as Vera spread her pre over her massive, equine shaft. But as hypnotized as Grant was by his roommate's bestial rod, both wrists bumping into bony growths finally took his attention off Vera and towards his own changing body.

"Whu--ah?" The lust was still overwhelming, but pulling his soaked hospital gown aside to reveal his lower body showed Grant a sight that was equal parts arousing and strange. "Ah... buh?"

Frozen, Grant stared at the pink mound with its four teats that swelled just above his crotch, all four giant nipples erect and twitching. It completely hid his sweltering, twitching snatch, but it also wasn't the weirdest thing about his lower body. For one, the spots from his auto-immune condition were still there, but instead of pink on skin color, they were turning a deep brown - and his skin was turning stark white. No, not quite, Grant dimly realized - there was brown fur growing on his spots, and white fur everywhere else. Which still wasn't the cherry on the weirdness cake. That was the tiny, cloven-hooved legs growing to the left and right of his udder, as if the latter hadn't been insane enough.

"Guh-gah! That... m-my--ooohh~!" And the pleasure of it all rendered all attempts at forming a proper thought that wasn't all-around horny nearly impossible. "I mu--muh--mooooo!"

The lowing bellow was part human, part cow, all lust. But still, Grant knew that despite his achingly empty snatch, despite the fact his human nipples began to echo the bliss of his teats, despite his growing secondary legs that looked so very bovine, he had to get a doctor - completely forgetting about the call-button due to a mix of lust and panic. Somehow, he and Vera had become infected by the epidemic gripping Bay Cove. Rolling off his bed, Grant landed on his hind legs, not even questioning the term he used for them internally - because the dull clicks of hooved feet on linoleum made him freeze. Indeed, he could not feel his toes anymore, gasping with lust as he leaned forwards, holding on to the wall for balance, trying to see his feet past the expanding udder blocking his vision.

"Uwargh!" To no avail. Instead, he toppled over forwards, landing on his forelegs and his udder, the pain cutting through the fog of lust for a few seconds as a dull, grinding ache spread through his pelvis and lower spine. "Oh god, oh fuck..."

Putting his hands on the wall and his bed, Grant tried to push himself back up, only to find his balance more and more altered as his spine extended with quiet clicks, his forelegs stretching longer with the same speed his quivering arms tried to lift him higher, leaving him in a solidly four-legged stance. When his human torso was at about the same height as when he had been admitted to the hospital, Grant was standing on four bovine hooves, gasping and panting in equal parts lust and exertion as his tauric half lengthened and filled out into a proper cow-shape, taking his winking snatch and slowly filling udder further and further back as with a pleasant little tickle, a tuft of hair appeared over his expanding ass, slowly lengthening into a tail.

"Got to... got to mmooooo-ve..." Clomping unsteadily past his bed, Grant barely noticed his hands moving to the slowly growing orbs on his chest, lifting the fabric of his now very inadequate hospital gown, just as he barely noticed his reflection in the window to the outside. All he registered was that there as not a hint of masculinity left in his heartshaped face, cheekbones high and lips full and plump. "Go 'n' get h--hhnnh~..."

Grant didn't make it all that far. As soon as he saw what he'd missed about Vera's developments, the cowtaur froze, staring at his roommate with mouth agape as his hands groped his expanding breasts as of their own accord. Vera's changes mimicked much of Grant's where it came to her general makeup, although she was not as far along as Grant was. She also wasn't growing an udder, but instead a massive pair of nuts under a towering pillar of horsecock, hooved equine feet growing to the left and right of the massive pole as Vera kept stroking herself with gusto, a dopey smile of bliss on her face.

Heart thundering in his ears, Grant stripped off his hospital gown to get full access to the swelling mounds on his chest, pulling and squeezing and fondling and pinching as he stared, growing tail swishing through the air as his pussy winked, fanning his scent through the air, instincts working off a need to let Grant's prospective mate know he was well and truly ready. But Vera was in her own world, a shiny black coat of fur spreading on her changing respectively growing legs. Already her still human-ish hind legs were developing the same feathering as her entirely horse-like forelegs, bones creaking and cracking as they reconfigured much like Grant's must have done, going from plantigrade to digitigrade as he watched Vera stroke herself off.

"Wha--no, no, please no!" That is, until Vera's tauric half began to lengthen and expand into a distinct barrel-shape. Taking her enormous horsecock more and more out of reach, leaving her to scramble after it to no avail. "I nuh-nuh-neigh!"

Grant's heart ached even more than his painfully empty pussy at the panicked neigh from Vera. He knew exactly how she felt - aroused, lustful, ready to mate, with no way to satisfy these urges. Only that wasn't true... there was one way. One that would solve both their problems. Gasping and lowing, hands squeezing tits that by now overflowed his hands and the need to get a doctor forgotten entirely, Grant trundled a bit further towards the door, pivoting his voluminous behind towards Vera's bed as he fanned his scent towards her with his tail.

"Vera, puh-please..." Turning his human half towards Vera, Grant saw her nostrils flare as her head shot. Vera just stared at him for a second while her centaur half kept swelling larger, slowly getting to big for the hospital bed as her massive, mouthwatering rod twitched between her hind legs. "Please f-fuck mmmmmooooh~! Br-Breed moooo~!"

"Y-you...?" Eyes barely focused, Vera slipped off the bed fully, four hooves clomping onto the floor as her tail began to grow in, swishing through the air in agitation as her horsecock drooled pre onto the floor. "Fuck... breed... breeeed!"

As lust-addled as Grant was, Vera seemed even worse off as she staggered towards the trembling cowtaur, anticipation robbing him of his breath. He would get filled! By the very cock he'd thought he'd never be able to take! Staring at Vera as she closed in on him, Grant felt his snatch wink and drool, quivering excitedly, and just as he opened his mouth to beg Vera again, the centaur reared up on her hind legs, head brushing against the ceiling, before she thumbed back down on Grant's broad tauric half, making him gasp loudly at the sudden weight bearing down on him.

"Oh god! Oh god, yes!" Babbling breathlessly as Vera pushed herself along Grant's cow body, trying to aim her jumping shaft at her mate's gaping cow pussy, every failed attempt bushing against his sensitive lower lips, making him jump and moan. "Yuh-yes! In... put it inside mmmooooh~!"

"Try... trying, let meeheeeeeheee~!" With her words turning into a loud neigh, Vera finally slammed home, immediately stumbling forwards to forcefeed every last inch of her fat rod into Grant's hungry snatch, who eagerly gobbled everything up. "Aaghnnh~! Breed yo--breed you!"

"MmmoooOOOH!"

His lower half already bestial, being filled to the brim and with Vera now pounding him mercilessly had reduced Grant's human half to lustful, animalistic instinct. He could feel his udder swing with every thrust, droplets of milk flung onto the floor. He could feel Vera's forelegs gripping his sides tightly to give her just a little bit more leverage. He could feel her hands on his slowly swelling breasts, her own funbags resting on his shoulders as he leaned back with his jaw slack and his tongue lolling out. The one thing Grant couldn't do was think. At all. It was as if there was a direct link between his pussy and his brain, and every time Vera rammed her oversized monster inside him, her enormous horsecock pounded every half-formed thought into smithereens, fat horse nuts slapping into Grant's udder to send quaking waves through the sensitive flesh and blisfull waves through his battered mind.

"Moo-moo-mooooh~! Mooooh~!"

It was all he'd ever wanted. Vera's reassuring weight bearing down on him, her hands on his enormous jugs as they, too, began to fill with milk, sloshing under her ministrations until first beads, then streams and soon arcs of milk flowed from his swollen teats. The massive, iron-hard shaft inside of him that filled him, stretched him, seemed to hit his every sensitive spot at once, tears of happiness flowing over his flushed face as Grant was reduced to gasping moos and lowing moans, left hand on Vera's groping right, Grant's right arm reaching upwards to hold onto her shoulder, letting Vera know she was doing well, doing perfect...

"Muh-muh-MmmuuoooOOOOH~!"

Grant's climax rattled the windows, human torso twitching and shivering as the legs of his bovine half trembled and shook, pussy milking Vera for what she was worth - but the centaur held on, didn't even slow down her thrusting, making her mate ride the waves of pleasure for far too long, Grant's tongue lolling from a dopey smile as his eyes rolled up, hands holding tight to Vera's hands as she milked his breasts and Grant milked her cock in turn.

"You feel so hot... 'n' slippery..." Grunting into her partner's ear, Vera slowed her thrusting to mind-shattering blows, rocking Grant's body back and forth as he tried his best to meet her despite the all-encompassing bliss. "My pretty little... fuck cow..."

And Grant loved being a fuck cow. His body felt sensitive and erotic, even the swinging of his udder a source of lust, even though it paled against the veins and ridges and the flare of Vera's massive, ramrod-straight horsecock as it plundered his depths, panting moos all he could produce while Vera tugged the erect teats twitching on top of his enormously swollen chest, milk spraying against the wall and door.

"Get ready... little fuck cow..." Vera squeezed Grant's milk-laden boobs roughly, her thrusts growing more and more unsteady as she threw her head back, her last thrusts so strong they made the front of his udder slap into the belly of his tauric half. "You wanted me... to breed you... and I'm gonna... breed YOU!"

"MOOOOOOH!"

Mouth a gasping, wide 'O' of lust, eyes wide in surprise and bliss, Grant felt a torrent of cum blast into him, filling him with blissful heat - and then another stream of jizz came. And another. And another. Sticky, hot, and seemingly neverending, and yet, Grant found his snatch eagerly swallowed up every last drop, much like he had gobbled up every last inch of Vera's length. And with every rope of thick horse cum, another climax rippled through Grant, weaker than his first, but as quick as Vera could fire another shot.

When it was finally over, both Grant and Vera were panting, sweating, clinging to each other even as Grant lowered his tauric body to the floor, angling it to the side as to not come to lie on his leaking udder - with Vera still resting on top of him, the weight like a protective blanket. And it was Vera who spoke first.

"I... thank you, Grant. I don't... I think I'd lost my mind if you hadn't been here. I was so hard, and... couldn't reach, I... Thank you." Laying one arm across his clavicle, Vera tenderly caressed Grant's cheek. "But my god, you get loud when I fuck you!"