The next day, Isabelle arrived at the office before dawn. She had toiled through the night preparing her plan and now it was time for Eric to see what she had done. He stepped into the office, dark and silent as a graveyard... until he heard a gentle jingling filling the air. As Eric turned around in shock, he saw Isabelle crawling across the floor on all fours, wearing nothing but an impossibly tight cow print bikini that left little to the imagination. On her head she had a headband with two floppy black ears and around her neck hung a tiny cowbell that illuminated the room with its soft chimes. "I'm your human cow," she whispered as she made her way towards him, her eyes blazing with excitement. She opened her mouth and let out a deep mooooooo that filled his heart with delight.
Isabelle knew she had no chance of being any more submissive than Claudia had been the other day. She had to do something new, something only she could do. And this was it, she was the perfect human cow, a girl with huge tits to please men, it was as if she had been born for this purpose. "Please this cow as you see fit, Master," she said, staring down at the ground like a good cow.
Eric was stunned by Isabelle's transformation. She had taken what he said to heart and created a unique asset. He was more than happy to oblige her request and reward her with his utmost attention. The cowbells tinkled in the background while she lay down, her huge tits swaying in the air, providing perfect visual stimulation. Eric couldn't believe what he was seeing, a human cow designed just for him.
He stormed over to her, his eyes locked on her curves and the tiny knot holding her bikini top in place. He ripped it away with a snap, letting her enormous breasts sag with the power of gravity. He pressed his foot onto her back and shoved her onto the ground with a thud. "Lick the dirt beneath you cow," he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt as he watched her nipples grind against the hard ground.
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