The other man was slightly shorter and much younger, with a clean-shaven face and short blond hair. He looked around the hall with nervous eyes, a look of uncertainty plastered across his face. "You're really going to have me watch this, Mike?"

"I'm your senior, and you're shadowing me. I'm Mr. Leor while we're on the clock; got it, Jimmy?" the older man replied in a stern, baritone voice.

"It's Jim; I'm not ten," the younger man grunted in response. "Mr. Leor, is it really necessary that I watch the transformation process?"

The two men arrived at a reinforced door, prompting Mike to get his retina and thumbprint scanned. "You're not in school anymore; you're a full-fledged investigator now, so you need to get used to this part of the job. It's incredibly important that we document and develop procedures to deal with this new phenomenon." They passed the security checkpoint and approached a thick, steel door on the right-hand side of the hall. "She's in there."

Jim swallowed, wiping sweat from his brow as Mike opened the door and stepped inside. He followed his mentor inside and looked around the room while Mr. Leor locked the door behind them. A few meters directly in front of them, a wall of ballistic glass separated the investigators from a spacious cell, where a young woman in a white gown sat on a bed, trembling with her hands over her face. From a quick glance, he noticed small tufts of fur randomly dotted her body.

"Miss LaMonte, do you need anything to drink?" Mike sympathetically asked, standing beside a few small holes near the glass wall's center.

Jim's heart raced as he stood and watched in silence. He heard faint sobbing noises coming from the distraught woman.

Miss Lamonte raised her head, staring at the two men with tear-stained eyes. Jim's eyes widened in shock when he saw her. She appeared primarily human, but her mouth jutted out unnaturally. It wasn't too pronounced but noticeable enough to be uncanny. Her nose was half-flattened to her face with broad nostrils, and her ears were partially elongated.

"Do you need a Xanax or something to take the edge off? I can authorize something for you if it would help," Mike continued after no response.

"I-- I dohn't want…. T-- to beh a cow…." Miss Lamonte choked. She let out a sudden groan as her body shuddered and convulsed. "Uggghhh!" The fur on her arms and legs expanded further while popping and grinding sounds flooded the room.

Jim watched in horror as the woman's hips expanded, straining the fabric of her gown. He closed his eyes and went to turn his head when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't look away. You picked this job," Mike whispered, commanding his apprentice to keep his eyes forward.

Jim reluctantly nodded, letting out a low breath as he turned forward.

"Your name is Molly, isn't it?" Jim warmly asked, returning his focus to the cell. "I'm sorry; I can't do anything to change you back, but please know that your family will receive the money and help we promised. You're doing us a massive favor, after all."

"Hnnnng…" Molly moaned as her ass, and tits ballooned and began to tear the fabric. Small horns poked out from atop her head while her new tail tore through the back "Muh-- f-- fahmileh… W-- will beh okeh?" She stammered between labored grunts, staring at the two men with a desperate look. She then began muttering under her breath and held her hands in front of her face to stare at.

"Yes, we've already sent them the first check. It's only thanks to brave volunteers like you that we have been able to start unraveling the mystery of Livestock Syndrome," Mike assured.

"I-- I-- eeuuuugh!" Molly's body convulsed as her ribcage and hips pressed outward while her arms and legs fattened. The bed creaked under her weight, prompting her to attempt to stand.

"Her transformation is speeding up; notice how she'll start to panic and stop listening to reason," Mike whispered to Jim. "What would you do now? Show me."

Jim blinked, his heart racing as Mike asked his question. He wasn't expecting to do anything other than observe. He clenched his hands and then stepped forward. "M-- Miss Molly. Please don't try to stand. You will be more comfortable sitting," he said with a forced smile.

Molly's body quaked as she fell to her hands and knees. Her head and face became more cow-like by the second while fur blanketed her swollen form. “Ehh-- ehh--eeuuuuugh!” Molly groaned as hot tears streamed from her face. Her gentle, feminine curves gradually dissipated into the rectangular mass that would soon be her new, bovine body.

"Good call. It's no one's fault when they don't listen during this part," Mike said softly, placing a hand on Jim's shoulder. "Keep watching, even if it disturbs you."

Jim couldn't back down. He steeled his resolve and continued to watch the spectacle before him. Molly tried to make words but could now only make animalistic grunts and moans due to her thick, clumsy tongue and muzzle. When her hands and feet darkened, he watched with curiosity and dread. 'Her hooves?'

Molly's fingers and toes started to fuse and calcify as if on cue, splitting down the center with a cloven look. Her humanity slipped away as her delicate, feminine hands and feet reformed. “Eh-- Ehh--EUUUUGHHH! MM--MEEUUUGH!" She wailed, staring at her hooves with a look of pure abject horror. Her new hooves flexed and giggled as she shakily stomped down on them. "MMOOOOOO!" Molly stomped on all fours, attempting and failing to stand to her feet.  

"Oh god…" Jim muttered under his breath, starting to tremble. He had never seen a living person so terrified before. All he could do was watch with bated breath as this poor woman's life was irreparably ruined. He couldn't imagine what it must have been like to watch your own hands and feet contort; the thought of living without hands was an utterly terrifying prospect.

"This is always when they're the most scared. It's also why we don't get near patients when they undergo a rapid transformation." Mike took his vape from his front pocket and inhaled before letting out a small puff. "Miss Molly," he raised his voice. "It will all be over soon. I assure you that you'll adjust to your new life. We'll take care of your family, and they'll come to visit you, too."

"Mmmoooo!" Molly moaned as her hair fell out in clumps and her eyes darkened. Her tits and ass receded into her new form's squared, bulky mass while a pink sack expanded from her lower abdomen. By now, she looked far more like a cow than a human.

As her remaining human attributes dissipated, a lone milk cow stood in the cell, shifting weight from hoof to hoof as she let out a series of mournful moos. She glanced down at her hooves and tried to stand a couple more times before continuing to utter a stream of terrified cries.

Jim's heart ached as he touched the glass, pity and sympathy flooding through him. He could tell Molly's fully human mind was still in there; she could only cry and moo in protest of her cruel fate, but he could do nothing for her. "Molly… I will promise you're treated like a goddess on the farm. We're going to help you through this, okay?' He promised her.

Molly trembled, staring at Jim as she let out a pitiful moo. All she could do now was put her fate into the hands of others.

Molly lazily grazed in a sunny pasture with a few other cows, her tail happily flicking as she filled her stomach. It had been a month since she turned into a cow, and each day was easier than the last. Her mind was still there, and her sense of self would never disappear. Instead, her human brain was forced to coexist with her cow instincts.  

She fought her urges for a few days, refusing to eat grass and pushing away those who attempted to milk her. However, it was only a short time before she learned to pick her battles more wisely. When she gave into the vices of cowhood, she could fall into an animalistic trance for hours at a time, sometimes for the entire day. Her human worries slipped into the back of her mind while she went with the flow of nature.Life was easier when she played the role of a proper milk cow.

 Jim came by occasionally and gave her updates on how her family was doing; she was always sad and excited to hear how the new income helped her human loved ones. Starting next month, her family would start coming over to visit her on the farm, which excited and terrified her.

A sudden, musky scent permeated Molly's sinuses and sent her into immediate, full alert. She sauntered to the fence's edge and saw that a livestock trailer had just pulled up to the farm. She stared in wonder as the back was opened, and a massive, black bull stepped out.

She had heard rumors of a new bull coming to join them, and when her eyes locked onto his thick cock, she wasn't sure whether she was for or against the idea of a co-ed pasture. Her pussy dampened as she instinctively let out a moo.

The bull turned toward the cow and flared his nostrils, licking his lips.

'Maybe he would go on a grazing date with me,' Molly mused, unable to stop the hormones rampaging through her body. She had meant to get back into the dating game for a while, and it wasn't like she had work to worry about now.