Yes!

John grinned his muscular body rippling a little bit as he placed his huge hands on the dark-haired beauty's rump.

He heard her moan looked up and returned to visibility.

Angela let out a gasp she'd been so absorbed in Kirsten's diligent licking she hadn't even noticed the changes until she was staring at a massive bull who appeared from nowhere. She should be terrified should be pushing away her precious baby.

Instead she gave John a thumbs up watching with eagerness as the ball grabbed her daughter's new tail using it as leverage.

Kirsten felt something against her lower lips. Something soft and spongy, she kept licking her face seeming to shift uncomfortably as she lapped and licked the sweet juices.

She could feel the tugging on her... On her tail? She pulled back moaning in surprise only to find herself impaled upon a massive bovine beef slab.

Like a knife sliding through butter John 's beautiful bullhood wasted no time pushing as deep as it could into the young woman's body.

John couldn't help but marvel at the strange transfixed stare as Kirsten Serifi's face fully transformed into a more bovine muzzle her eyes full of tears as he plunged as deep as he could.

He could feel her body trembling, the surprise pushed her into an orgasm she hadn't expected the sudden release of energy accelerating the flow of fur over her face. She was snowwhite lacking any kind of colouring in her fur.

She struggled for a moment, mooing in alarm but quickly lost herself as John put his best attribute to work sawing that big flat headed phallus inside of her body. He pulled on her tail enjoying the sensation of taking her while she was changing, feeling a deepen and shift as he seemingly fucked a huge pair of breasts onto her tiny frame. Every pump created more milk and both women were quickly becoming saturated sprays of warm white liquid dripped onto both of their chests.

Angela for her part was too wrapped up in getting her daughter to lick her. She grabbed those long floppy cow ears pulling Kirsten back to her honey trap. She shook her head clattering with her hooves in time with her daughters erratic licking. Both women were fast approaching their holstauric state, eagerly abandoning their original shapes to join John s herd.

They were both going to be his fertile cows. The only question now was who was next?