[Infected Nurse Transforms into Horny Cow] (Patreon)

I’m barricaded in Room 304 at St. Mercy Hospital, the door locked tight, my nurse’s scrubs sticking to my sweaty skin. BOVID-19’s been tearing through the country, and I caught it yesterday—some patient hacking right in my face. Now I’m trembling, hiding from the madness outside, but it’s starting within me—a searing, prickling heat sparking across my body. “Not now,” I mutter, gripping the bed frame, but my face twitches. It’s subtle, then sharp—my nose flattens, pushing forward, stretching into a broad, pink snout. The skin pulls tight, then softens, leathery and damp, as my nostrils grow—slowly at first, then fast, widening into huge, wet, quivering caves. I snort, loud and rough—snot spraying as they flare wider, sucking in air with a deep, rattling wheeze. My lips thicken, my jaw shifts, and I feel my teeth square off, blunt and bovine. “Oh fuck,” I grunt, snorting again—my voice dropping low, thick with a nasal edge.

Next, my ass transforms—tingling, then swelling fast. My scrubs strain, the fabric stretching thin, and then—rrrrip!—they tear apart, sliding down to my ankles. My butt balloons into a massive, furry cow haunch, white-and-black fur sprouting thick and coarse across the jiggling flesh. My swollen butthole’s exposed now—huge, puckered, throbbing under a tail that bursts out, long and ropy, swishing like a whip. I stumble, hooves replacing my feet, clacking loud on the tile and my hips widen, my belly softening into a plush, bovine curve.

Then it hits—the horniness, deep and uncontrollable, surging through me like a tidal wave. My pussy drips, hot and slick, the wetness soaking down my furry thighs as my whole body throbs with need. My nipples harden, pressing against my top and I tear at it, releasing my giant breasts. I’m panting, snorting harder—”Moo!”—my snout quivering, nostrils blasting hot gusts. I crawl behind the bed, tail flicking, my giant ass swaying, and my clumsy hands rub my dripping folds (it’s hard to masturbate when your hands are turning into hooves). “Fuck, I’m losing it,” I moan, voice a thick, mooing rumble, my snout dripping too as I tremble, consumed by this BOVID-19 lust.

I’m a wreck—furry, horny, snorting like a beast, the room echoing with my moos and the patter of my juices dripping on the floor. I can’t stop thinking about a mate—Dr. Hayes, that hot doctor I’ve crushed on forever. What if he’s a bull now, all muscle and horns? I need him, bad, and I’m aching to find him in this transformed hell.