Melanie was losing a battle with herself, reeling in desperate disbelief of what was happening to her, even as parts of her mind began visualizing pastures with delicious-looking grass, and...calves...
She watched sadly as her hands followed her feet in becoming hooves, becoming better suited for a life on all fours.
A part of her wondered why breasts continued filling her field of vision, why she had retained them alongside her massive udder, but her entire predicament was already devoid of logic. Her nipples lengthened, becoming ready for the same kind of milking as those at her other end...
A cow...nothing but a cow...nothing but milk and grass and hay and breeding and...
Melanie lifted her snout and let out the only sound she could, a sound that welled up from deep inside her:
"MOOOOOOOOOO!"
THE END