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Katy continued to wail in desperation, her face elongating as her fingers fused together. Soon after, her digits darkened and reshaped as horrific cracking and popping sounds flooded the air.

“She’s-- she’s getting fucking hooves…” The now hysteric Rachel whispered, unable to peel her eyes away from Katy.

"Oh! It looks like Rachel isn't far behind! Please give her your support, everyone!" The announcer cheered.

"W-- What?" Rachel stammered. "I-- Ihm naht--" Her eyes widened as she felt her skull grind and shudder. It didn't hurt, but it was an incredibly bizarre sensation she wouldn't explain. She was made of modeling clay, and someone was reaching in to reshape her. She saw her nose gradually flatten between her legs, her mouth pushing outward as her teeth changed. "Nooh! Plleeashh!" She shouldn't have done this; why did she think this was a good idea? She prayed and pleaded for this to just be a bad dream. Was there any way she could go back in time and take back her awful choice? "Uuuunnghh!" Her body wobbled and trembled, her ass and tits finally growing too large to be contained. Her shirt and shorts ripped, her ill-fitted bra bursting open as her swollen rump and breasts exposed themselves for the world to see. Don't-- don't look at me! She lamented, trying to cover herself.

Her hips and pelvis popped and creaked, growing as her body gradually expanded. Simultaneously, a powerful heat flared up below her navel. She didn't want to admit it but she felt kind of horny amidst the changes. "Oooohh…" Rachel panted, once again casting a glance toward Katy, who now had hooves instead of hands and was sprouting brown fur all over her body.

"Katy's legs are almost done changing! What a lovely set of hooves; please give her your support!" The announcer chimed.

As described, Katy's legs were contorted, glossy brown fur spreading over them. Her legs wobbled, snapping sounds emanating from her limbs. Her knees pulled closer to her torso while her ankles elongated. Her shoes and socks ripped off amidst the changes, exposing her toes as they disappeared into the calcified mass that would soon be her lower hooves. Her ankles stretched to the point where they resembled the lower legs of a breast, being forward in the opposite direction of her knees.

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