Elizabeth is turned into a farm animal

Mathilda settled on a page with a crowing cackle. "Oh, my pretty; you'll never be confused with a witch or with an actress." She reached into her cauldron, scooping out some of the bubbling goop in it, and rubbing it between two emerald forefingers. "Bovis pappilus!" she screamed.

Elizabeth mirrored the scream as she felt her body begin to shift, wracked by some eldritch ****. Her ears stretched out, flopping out of her light brown hair as bovine ears twitched. "Fuck! No! No!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as her arms reached up, feeling two stubbly curved cow horns breaking through her temples.

Her top and bra dissolved into the black swirling mist around her, leaving her topless. It was for the better, as her chest was swelling, two lewd watermelon sized breasts forming in almost no time. Despite the magic, faded white stretch marks painfully eked lines across the size of her oversized chest, her nipples bulging into grotesque teats. A rivulet of milk dribbled out of one, as the cursed actress looked down at her torso, letting out a groan of disgust. "Please, please, surely there's something we can work out?"

Mathilda laughed, one long nailed finger following the spell down the page. "Whyever would I do that, cow?"

Elizabeth sobbed, feeling a strange sensation in her lower body. She tried to look past her now-obscene chest, as she felt an agonising sensation, like her very spine was growing, and growing, and... Her back half sprouted a pair of legs, soon forming into a parody of a cow's body below the neck. White fur with black patches began to sprout out of her increasingly huge lower half. "No! No! No!" She was even growing taller, until she was a human torso and arms atop an entire cow's body, right down to the udder sloshing between her hooved hindlegs.

Her hands came up to her mouth, and she tried to hold in the scream, but couldn't. But it came out of her mouth sounding different, as she involuntarily wailed. "MOOOOOOOOOO!"