Paul smiled as he looked to the farm. This was it… His big day.

Honestly, it had been so long since he’d last had a job that… Well, he’d almost forgotten. The man sighed, a smile on his face. But that was in the past! This was his first day of work at Milton Farms.

He walked up the path to the door, knocking on the door with a smile. “Hello, my name is Paul. You’ve hired me for the position of farmhand… No, that’s not right. Hi, I’m Paul. You hired me online because I’m… No…”

The door opened, revealing a stunning blonde in a dazzling dress. “Oh hello there!” She smiled, reaching out and taking his hand. “I’m Donna, and you must be Paul.”

“Yes Paul my name is hello I’m here position wait.” Paul blushed, clearing his throat and doing his best not to stare at her breasts. “Hello, I’m Paul and thanks so much for hiring me.” He tried, giving her an earnest smile.

“Well, of course!” Donna grinned, waving for him to follow her. “It’s awfully hard to try and work with just my niece and I, especially after school’s started with her. It’d be absolutely lovely to have someone help out.”

“Oh, I can imagine.” Paul nodded, looking around in awe, even as she led him out to the pasture. Even if things were tough with just the two of them, it didn’t look it. The entire house was covered in beautiful artifacts, and the ranch was immaculate.

He zoned out slightly, almost entranced by how picturesque the farmland was.

“…of course, I hope you don’t mind this. After all, we don’t really have much need for a human around here.”

“Come again?” Paul blinked in shock, looking to the blonde and gasping as she extended her hand towards him. A green spark of energy shot from her palm into his chest, and he moaned as he began to feel… Odd.

“M-my chest… It’s… Swelling?” He grunted, looking down to his shirt. There was something swelling from beneath his clothes, two lumps bulging out wider and wider. The buttons on the fabric soon snapped from the strain, and Paul gawped as his new breasts bounced freely.

“Ooh, we’re going to need to get you a bra… I’d imagine that some of my niece’s friends might be a little… distracted by those sweater puppies.” She chuckled, looking to the distressed man.

“Wh-why do I have breasts?” He groaned, yelping as his hips pinched in. He shuddered, his body taking on an hourglass figure.

Donna tutted, running a hand down his bulging hips, chuckling as they snapped his belt, then tore through his jeans. “Obviously because it would be unseemly to have a male around the farm. Two ladies with someone like you? The rumors would distract Circine from her everyday life.”

Paul shuddered, a faint gasp escaping his plumping lips. His skin was so sensitive to the touch; he was getting aroused just by being close to her. The young man gasped breathlessly, his hands fluttering to his full breasts.

They were so heavy, too… Worse, his nipples were large and even more sensitive than his skin, as impossible as it seemed. “Oh my God… I don’t want to be a woman…”

“Regardless of your beliefs, I don’t think your god is listening to you.” The woman, the witch smiled. “Though you are in luck. You’re not going to be a woman.”

“H-huh?” Paul whimpered, squeaking as his penis began to pull into his body. His balls were slurped up along with it, and he whimpered as the tip of his cock became a tiny, oversensitive clit. She moaned as her uterus set in, leaving her undeniably female.

“B-but… I am a woman… Now, I mean.” She gasped, looking up to Donna pleadingly. All of her masculinity was gone, replaced with a delicate frame. Oddly enough, she felt just as strong as when she was a man… It was probably magic or something.

“Oh, silly Paula… I don’t think a woman would have such a thick sex, would you?” Donna chuckled, grabbing the woman’s crotch firmly, rubbing her thumb along her clit.

Paula practically collapsed against her, gasping feverishly. “This is… It’s too much…” She flushed, shuddering as the woman moved behind her. She whimpered, looking down as Donna slipped her hand around to her pert ass.

True to Donna’s word, her vagina didn’t look human. It was dark and leathery, with thick labia. Worse, it glistened with the dew of arousal, a dew that Donna trailed her fingers around, pulling her hand from the woman’s pussy to her ass.

Paula’s vagina moved with it, and she squealed with bliss. “Nhhmoore!” Her face flushed, and she shuddered. “I-I mean… No, stop! Change me back!”

“Oh, isn’t that precious. The body is willing, but the mind is ever so stubborn.” Donna cooed, slipping her fingers into Paula’s virgin hole. It awoke a new pleasure within the girl, and she trembled with bliss. “Ah, quaking like a leaf. You’ll fit in fine here.”

Paula tried to respond, but there was a new feeling all around her body. It wasn’t like the lust that was burning her up inside-though it did stoke the flames. No, this sensation was one of deformation, and of stretching.

It was her legs. They were starting to bulge, growing and pulling apart as though they were undergoing mitosis. She looked down to them in terror, watching as she grew a new set of legs to stand on. Moreover, these were changing too.

Her feet were growing a hard, thick enamel. It was spreading up from her soles, covering them and binding them, molding them together. All four of her feet changed in this manner, toes sinking back into hard hoof-for they were hooves, what else could they be?

She scuffed her hoof against the ground with a whimper, face flushed. Too distressed to put two and two together, she could only watch at the changes that her body was undergoing. Her supple female legs stretched out with a loud creaking, looking more and more equine with every passing second.

They itched too, a burning itch that prompted her to scratch at her thighs. The fur started as a thin stubble, then came in as a coat in a matter of seconds. Her hairs were thick and sleek, coated in an equine luster.

“And not one comment on what you think you’re becoming…” Donna smirked, taking a step back from behind the changing woman. Her growing body was forcing her to change her posture, her hooves clopping against the earth.

“What I’m… Becoming? This is unbelievable!” Paula blushed, looking around behind herself and outright squealing as Donna slipped another finger into her folds. The changing woman scuffed her hind shoves against the ground, a low whimper escaping her mouth.

Her tailbone started to stretch out longer and longer with every passing second, growing a thick coat of brown fur. It was a shade darker than the fur on her legs, but it was still easily equine. Finally, the dots connected.

“I’m becoming a horse?” Paula squealed, cupping her hands to her chest. “No no no I don’t want to be an animal!” Her ears stretched from her head simply so they could lie low against her cheeks, drooping with the emotion that someone more animal than human could do.

Still, that was the extent of the changes. She was left in a state neither human nor horse, but something between. Something strong and beautiful, with four hooved legs and the strength to work relentlessly. Assuming Donna could calm her down.

“Not a horse, a centaur.” Donna sighed, rolling her eyes. “Listen, horses get spooked when there’s someone around that’s not part horse themselves. It’ll be annoying to calm them down everytime, plus like this you’ll be able to get around the ranch faster.”

“Oh my God I don’t want to be a horse I don’t like lettuce I wouldn’t like the taste of grass please you can’t change me into an animal I’m not a horse I’m not”

“Um… Hello.” Donna waved her hand before the girl’s face, sighing as she saw that there was no getting to her. “Honestly, some people aren’t cut out for farm work…”

She smiled, changing the nature of her spell. “Maybe next time.”

“don’t want to horse carrots aren’t even that great I OOOOH!” The woman’s hind legs shivered as her pussy clenched hard, and she gasped. Drool trailed down her cheeks as she cupped her breasts in her hands, moaning lewdly.

“See? Not so bad, is it girl?” Donna purred, scratching the centaur’s tail with one hand and plowing her folds with the other. “Besides, you’ll be taken care of better than any of the other animals. After all, we do still need to use you for work.”

Paula wasn’t really listening anymore, not that she had been for the past few minutes. Instead, she was fixated on the hand inside her, one that was slipped in almost to the wrist. She shuddered, rocking back and forth against Donna’s outstretched hand lewdly.

“Hot… Pbblll…” She chuffed her lips, just like the animal she was well on her way to becoming. Somehow that didn’t seem so bad anymore. It was a miracle what lust could do for a young body.

Paula ground back against the witch, rolling her hips hard against her arm. She could feel Donna splaying her hand, then closing it, then splaying it again. The motions stimulated her thick horse sex, flooding her mind with passion.

“I’m so horrnnEEIGH!” Paula groaned, squeezing her fat breasts in her hands. They were so heavy, and her nipples were still as sensitive as she remembered… Even though they were beginning to shrink, she didn’t mind.

The girl moaned, a blush creeping across her face. Her arms were losing feeling too… She looked down to them curiously, watching as they began to pull back into her shoulders. It was happening almost in time with the shrinking of her breasts, the two of them dwindling away in her chest to nothingness.

Come to think of it, her chest was changing too. It was narrowing out, her hourglass frame broadening and thickening, almost into… The neck of a horse? She chuffed, a wave of lust sweeping through her at the thought of becoming an animal.

If she was a mare, she could be bred with stallions over and over and over until she gave birth to endless foals. It was a fantasy that spurred her to rock back harder against Donna, nickering with equine ecstasy.

“Whoa! Something’s got you going.” Donna’s eyes twinkled, and she watched as the woman’s upper body became a horse’s thick neck, complete with a gorgeous dark mane. All that was left was her face, and she could see that was beginning to change.

Paula’s lips were thickening. That was the first change. She could feel it as she chuffed and nickered. They lost their softness, whiskers growing from their coarsening lips. Just behind them, her teeth were broadening.

That was a change she felt out, stimulating herself further with the action. Her teeth grew thick in her mouth and she ran her tongue along them. As she did so, her tongue broadened, filling her dainty female mouth as surely as Donna was filling her sex.

Her face cracked and popped as the bones lengthened, stretching out into a shape better befitting her new species. She watched her nostrils flare in her vision, every breath making them grow wider, clogging with mucus as her sinuses realigned.

She snorted, blowing her nose messily like an animal and not feeling so much of an ounce of shame. She didn’t realize that her mind was changing in time with her body, mentality matching the mold of her frame. All she knew was that these changes were letting her experience greater bliss.

The mare couldn’t even remember her name. Her eyes darkened as they rounded out, moving to the sides of her head. She looked around with her new prey vision, a contented whinny escaping her mouth. Finally, after so much pleasure, she was so very, very close to her first climax as an equine.

It broke over her, and she clenched down hard with a whinny. “HGHNEEEEIGH!”

Donna laughed aloud as the mare came hard, soaking her arm. She laughed, pulling her hand from the animal and stroking her mane, drying her hands on the beast’s fur. “There there, good girl. We’ll let you rest for today… Tomorrow, we’ll see about getting you bridled up.”

The mare nickered softly, not understanding the woman’s words. Still, they made her feel happy, so… That couldn’t be so bad.