Turn Demona into a cow

"Turn Demona Rockford into a cow.” She spoke clearly and precisely, making sure John didn’t misunderstand a single word.

John was taken aback, suddenly self-conscious of his own ideas. He had expected Evie to choose something simple, make herself hot, make Demona ugly, nothing like the request she’d just made. “You’re- you’re serious? I can do literally anything to her. Make her ugly, make her fat, make her-“

Evie grabbed his hand, earnestly interrupting him. “I believe you, that’s why I know you can do this. It’s what I want. Turn her into a cow, and I’ll do whatever you want.” She made a deal, John was already going to do what she asked, but hearing her say that egged him on further.

John took Evie by the hand back out onto the campus and across the path until they could catch up with Demona.

“Hold on,” Evie pulled back.

“What?”

“Can you do it without her seeing us?” She asked, suddenly looking a bit shy about this idea.

John nodded, looked back to Demona, and snapped his fingers.

John and Evie watched as Demona suddenly clutched her stomach, it was hard to tell from a distance, but he was pretty sure her face was contorted in discomfort, he could see the woman let out an uncomfortable groan. They watched as the cheerleader's back arched and the fabric of her shirt began to grow tight. It wasn't obvious at first, but soon John saw her chest expanding, the globes of flesh taking on more and more mass. Demona stared at her breasts in disbelief. Her breasts grew larger and larger, stretching her shirt to its limits.

“Demmy? What’s wrong?” Angelina asked, concerned for her suddenly sick friend.

Demona’s hands began to cramp and she looked in horror as her fingers squished together, melding into unified digits. As white fur began to spread from her wrists along her arms, finally she let out a horrified scream.

Everyone on the campus looked over to see what the screaming was about. What they saw was a woman living a nightmare. The fat on her arms slowly dissolved, the limbs becoming thin and packed with muscle. White fur grew thick and coarse. Her hands became cramped and dark, the soft skin hardened.

“Demona?!” Angelina screamed in concern, trying to support Demona.

Demona was panicking, taking gasping breaths. Her ass began to take on volume as well as her hips and thighs. Her tight butt thickened and exploded in size, putting tears in her booty shorts. She yowled in pain as her sternum and ribcage began to expand, pressing against her skin, forcing her torso to expand in size. Her shirt tore along the seams, bursting from her body and falling to the ground. The same fur that had grown across her arms was visible on her torso as well, her skin covered in white fur with deep black splotches. As she grunted and yelped in pain, her friends tried desperately to help her stand up straight. John noticed the cups of her bra were soaked with some liquid, while the straps were digging into her enlarged torso

A crowd had gathered, murmurs being passed around. Phones were out and pictures were being taken. Demona covered her bra-covered breasts with her hooves, tears running from her eyes. "Please! Help me!" She screamed. Finally, some people had the sense to use their phones and call 911, realizing this wasn't some weird street performance.

John leaned over to Evie, "I’m going to make it so no one notices us, ok?"

"Make sure no one blocks our view either." Evie added, John nodded and snapped his fingers. Evie sighed in relief. "Finally, this is super hot." With everyone around unable to perceive her, Evie leaned against a tree and lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties a bit and dipped her fingers into her pussy, starting to pleasure herself.

John stared in baffled disbelief, somehow the idea of Evie publicly masturbating was more shocking than Demona turning into a cow. He looked with gawking eyes and Evie’s bush and her fingers pushing through it, he snapped his fingers and the bush disappeared, leaving her bare muff and her needy fingers. Moans escaped Evie's mouth as she bucked into her hand. John’s dick went stiff watching her. Evie’s eyes however were locked on Demona, watching the helpless woman transform as she fingerbanged herself.

Demona's belly barreled in size, not getting fatter, but simply larger. A larger body. Her hips expanded again and her bones cracked. The air around her was getting incredibly cold. She lurched forward and yelled as the base of her spine stretched out, pushing her shorts past their final limit and tearing the seams, leaving the tatters to fall to the ground. Her panties were being stretched by a bone that kept growing longer and longer. It wasn't long before the waistband gave out and the fabric slid down her legs as they grew thinner, replacing her plump flesh with thick muscles.

There were only a few people in the crowd who could resist watching Demona's pussy grow and get thick and deep. Angelina and Bao hurried to block their view, Demona flushed as she covered her pussy with her hooves, but then let out a yelp as she began to lose her balance, her legs were beginning to shift their position and she couldn't stand upright on them anymore. Her shoulders begin to shift as well as she fell forward, landing on her front hooves. On all fours, it was a lot more obvious what was becoming of the woman. When she fell, the straps of her bra snapped and the supportive garment was flung into the crowd, having released built up tension. Now it was put on display how incredibly large her bosom had become, as the massive tits swung beneath her. Milk dripped from thick nipples as her breasts looked like they were being dragged across her stomach, down to her thighs. Demona was crying profusely.

Watching that thick milk drip from her nipples, John couldn't help but let his eyes drift to Evie's breasts. It wouldn’t have taken more than a thought and a snap to make her lactate the same as Demona was, but it hardly felt the right time. She was still fingering herself silly and as she brought herself to an orgasm her breasts were shaking so much. Her face was twisted in pleasure.

Demona's breasts became thicker and thicker, their tan hue becoming pinkish. The two tits merged into one large sack that looked to be holding well over a gallon of milk. Demona screamed as her face began to contort. Her mouth and nose stretched away from her face, pushed by skin forming behind them. A long snout grew on her face as her whole head grew larger. Her ears grew larger and extended out far away from their base. Fur grew along her face as she tried to speak. All she could muster was a long and painful "MUUUUOOOO!!!!" Startling the gathered crowd. As she let out the sound, Evie let out her own gutteral noise, making a mess of herself as she relished in a body trembling orgasm. She leaned against John for support.

Demona's hair receded into her thick skull, and John was almost certain he could see the human intelligence leave her eyes. The cow nervously trotted her hooves, looking at the crowd gathered around her. The heffer didn't like being the center of attention, it would've much rather been left alone in a pasture somewhere.

"Someone call the hospital!" Bao shouted.

"More like a vet!" Someone else jeered, followed by laughter. No one else joined his laughing though. Too horrified by what they had all just collectively witnessed.

"Who’s…who’s the cow now?" Evie panted, still coming off her euphoric high. "That was so amazing. And hot..."

John admitted he was shocked by how much Evie had enjoyed the ****, but he could understand why. He looked up at the cow Demona, something had to be done before too many official people started showing up. He tried to think of something to fix the situation, but Evie thought of something for him, letting down her skirt and pulling up her panties.