"Jamie!! Is that you!?" A short, red-haired woman cries in shock as she approaches the fenced-off pasture, her eyes wide.
Jamie trembles and tries to cover her massive, perky tits, not wishing for her girlfriend-- or the woman who was once her girlfriend, to see her in this compromised state. "H-- Hey, Steph... Moooo..." She states weakly, unable to hold back her bovine instincts.
Stephanie casts a sympathetic look at Jamie, scanning her curvaceous cow girl body. "How does it feel having fur and a tail?" She asks cautiously.
Jamie moves from hoof to hoof, sheepishly grasping her arm. She glances down at herself, seeing the large pair of tits in her way. "Less w-- weird than being female," she admitted. Her pussy throbbed, and her nipples ached, letting out a tiny trickle of milk. Jamie's new sex begs for attention, and she can barely keep herself in control.
"I can imagine," Steph replies. "How long will you be here?"
Jamie recalls receiving the diagnosis and all the turmoil that came with it. She received endless support from Steph as her cock faded away and her tits expanded. She felt it whenever her womb expanded and had been able to feel each and every bone expand and reshape where needed to suit her feminine frame. She was most upset by the loss of her male self, along with growing hooves and the feeling when her mouth jutted into a state halfway between mouth and muzzle. All she could do was moo and cry as she slowly transformed into a busty, sexy cow woman.
"R-- Rehabilitation takes up to a year-- Moooo!" Her mind drifts toward her engorged tits, unable to help but daydream of having that tension relieved by the farmhand.
Steph nods, reaching over to put a hand on Jamie's shoulder. She knows it can't be easy. Those infected have to learn to resist their cow instincts over time. Multiple cow women sit around on all fours, grazing with glazed expressions. Many, but not all, would recover enough to function as a human, more or less. "You'll get there," she reassures.
"Th-- Thanks, I appreciate--," Jamie starts to reply when an overwhelming pang of hunger pulses through her. Tears well in her eyes as she drops to all fours. "I'm sorry-- I can't... I can't fight it," Jamie whines and trembles as she opens her mouth and starts to consume the grass, the verdant flavor overwhelming her senses.
Steph momentarily feels great pain upon viewing her once boyfriend grazing on all-fours, her bare ass and vulva sticking out for the world to see. 'You've changed so much...' She thought internally. "It's fine; I know you can't control it. I'll see you again soon," she weakly smiles and waves before leaving.
Tears stream from Jamie's face as she grazes and thinks of her previous life. Would Steph even want her when she leaves? She hadn't signed up to be with a cow woman. Even then, would Jamie herself want a female mate?
As the farmhand approaches with a bucket and stool, Jamie's tits and nethers throb with desperate need. She clearly understands there's much more to think about than munching grass and getting milked, but can't help her automatic response to look forward to both.