She can't resist herself

John gave another snap of his fingers briefly giving himself the ability to turn intangible and invisible so he could watch the scene more closely.

Angela moaned she couldn't really help herself, the marvellous MILF couldn't really handle how amazing her body felt. It was like she was on fire.

She shut her eyes trying to ignore the sensations gnawing at her senses from within her workout shorts. She just hit the home gym so she was still coated in a fine sheen of sweat that left her glowing. She thought that the cold water would make the sensations less intense and now she was paying for that mistake.

John stood in a position where he could watch his cow to be slowly lose herself. It took a while, a few minutes of clenching the arms of her chair tightly before she started to slip again. This time since her fingers were trying to avoid her great milky mammories she had no defence for the slit between her legs.

Her wrist bulged against the elastic slipping between her legs in an attempt to abate the volcano surging between them. Angela let out a low moo, a little foreshadowing as her fingers found her neatly trimmed nest and dived in deep.

The second the finger found its intended target her thighs began to change. It was a slow change much like how the finger was slowly worming around inside of her slick cunny. But each little rotation made them a little thicker, her ass a little bigger, the shorts a little tighter.

Inside her, her ovaries went into overdrive, dropping 4 of her final eggs all at once as they regenerated.

Her already glorious glutes became thicker her thighs swelling the fabric obscenely as the mooing MILF lost more of herself to the pleasure. Every now and again she stopped. The future cow only half registering the way her fingers continued to quest continued to alleviate the itch that was driving her mad.

Every rotation was faster every moo was more cow like John had to hold his breath trying to stay silent as he watched Angela slowly damn herself.

Her sneakers began to change, more accurately the began to deform as flesh inside them narrowed shifted and became hard chiton her legs also changing in shape to match her glorious thicc thighs.

She wasn't even thinking any more her fingers moving quickly between her legs driving her towards her second locking point.

"Mom I'm here are you all right?" Call Kirsten clearly worried by her mother's cry arriving just in time for Angela's tail to slip from her painfully tight shorts and for her to run her panties with another form locking orgasm.

Mother and daughter stood and sat there each watching the other with embarrassment and shock. John was eager to see what was going to happen next