Story: Shapeshifter GF Humiliated by Fat Cow TF BJ (Patreon)

Update! Animated version.

Her red hair hung in tangled waves, shoulders cloaked in soft fur as she moved—slow, deliberate, obedient. Her lips slid over me, breath unsteady, cow ears twitching at every sound I made. Look at her, I thought, pulse hammering. My fat cow whore. All mine.

She did this to herself. She made her hips wider, her thighs thicker, her gut soft and heavy. Every inch of her reshaped to fit my sick fantasy. She could’ve been anything. A goddess. A demon. My favorite celebrity. But I asked for this—and she became it.

Her mouth was hot, eager, but it was the snout that pushed me to the edge. That monstrous nose, the way it pulsed and flexed, how it dragged against me with every motion, slick with snot—that was the fantasy. The shame in her eyes, the way she flinched from her own face, only made it more perfect.

She hated it. Hated the way her new body moved, the way her breath came in loud, wet snorts. But she stayed down. Let herself be used. Let the snout rub and smear and drag across me, again and again.

She looked up at me—flushed, broken, nostrils flaring. That bloated, inhuman face stretched around cock.

And I knew she was mine.

My shapeshifter. My beast. My dream made flesh.