With each thrust she mooed again, half-pleasured and half-pained, straining her now-bestial voice. She knew agreeing to mate one of these cow guys was a bad idea...there'd been so many rumors and stories about what happened to girls who let themselves get ensnared by them, and apparently they were all true. If her stupid girlfriend hadn't given her the thought...hadn't pointed to one and giggled about how strong and virile he looked...SHE was probably lounging at home browsing social media. She certainly wasn't in the process of bloating into an enormous cow woman, flopping titflesh all over the place, stuffed full of bull...