She's literally horny.

John enjoyed watching his latest target. Angela had always been one of the focuses of his fantasies so it was quite enjoyable seeing her adapt to his fetish. The short but gorgeous housewife was still massaging her lactating breasts groaning as she did so biting her lip and trying to deal with her new sensations.

It was like watching a snowball roll slowly down the hill.

Every time her hands tweaked against her milk stained shirt John could see them expanding stretching that sports bra obscenely as the housewife bit her lip. Those big red kissable lips would look so good wrapped around his shaft. He couldn't wait to brand her, make the MILF into his latest conquest. The curse he'd placed in the water would make sure that anyone who drank it became fertile and he wondered how it would affect Angela given her hysterectomy.

He couldn't wait to see the look on her face, even now was arousing to watch from his hidden place as the short stack mother of three began to show a few more obvious bovine transformations.

For her was the horns the came first, tiny nubs forming from the top of her forehead pushing aside her wavy jet black hair as they continued outwards giving her a pair of horns that any steer would be jealous of. She let out a moan he couldn't hear but the way her eyes fluttered told him everything he needs to know. The stimulation from her breasts had **** her to cum, as she came down from the fireworks, she'd be noticing for the first time the radical transformation.

John felt a certain amount of malevolent glee as Angela noticed that she now possessed two long horns, heck give her a pair of hooves and she could be a succubus.

He filed away that idea for later, maybe once he was done with his herd he could see with other exotic forms burst from his imagination.

Angela seemed quite agitated, pulling out her phone, John wondered who she was calling? One of her daughters? Her husband? The hospital? He snapped his fingers eager to listen in.