Biff had headed into the cow pen. Ignoring the milking stool at the back, he dropped to his hands and knees and ducked his head I to the manger, chewing on the hay. It was slow going, but he enjoyed ruminating. He swallowed a mouthful of hay and tucked in. With each mouthful his body swelled and soon his clothes ripped apart, but he was too interested in the food to care. He didn't even notice as udders formed, swelling up to immense size. Being still half human meant that aswell as udders, he also developed breasts, regardless of how little sense having both made. They too swelled up, beyond even that possessed by Sarah until she'd pigged out.
Sooner than he expected, he'd finished all the hay. Letting out a disappointed moo he looked up at the others and froze. Where were they and why were there animals in the pens now? The it struck him - the others were the animals. And if they were, that meant...
She looked down at herself and mooed in terror.
