"I will cut to the chase. You're not dying, but you are changing. You contracted a virus discovered only eleven months ago; very little is known about this "Livestock Syndrome" illness. You have entered a rapid transformation phase from our gathered data."

James groaned, doubling over as his pecs softened and expanded, straining the fabric of his fitted tee shirt. Rapid, what now? He was still terrified and didn't understand what any of this meant. "What-- what am I becooooming!" His voice cracked, rising an octave. He then felt a distinct pop, followed by a second, as his testicles ascended.

"You are becoming a female cow. You might get stuck at various stages while your body maximizes fertility and birthing-related attributes. I can assure you that you will be well taken care of. I'm sorry for your loss," the doctor offered sympathetically.

His waist pulled inward as his bones creaked, his hips and ass growing at an alarming rate and ripping right through his boxer shorts, causing them to fall onto the bed. "I-- I HAVE TITS!" He screamed in a voice more feminine than masculine. His shirt tore as James let out a loud moan, his now D cup, perky tits swinging free. This had to be a nightmare. He slipped a trembling hand between his legs and found his cock shriveled and sitting lower on his pelvis; it must have been two inches long. "NOOOO!" She wailed as she probed her scrotum and cock in desperation. Her scrotum tightened against her crotch, becoming taught as a crease formed down the center.

"I-- I don't want to be a girl! Please-- please don't let this happen to me! I have a girlfriend at home-- I was going to propose to her!!" Tears streamed from James' face as her arms and legs softened, losing their muscle definition. Black and white fur sprouted from various places all over her body and spread outward.