Group Hucow

“You see, gentlemen. No matter how petite or scrawny the woman naturally is, our medicine can transform her into a high-producing hucow,” Rhett brags.
“Yes, but will she continue to develop?” One of the investors asks.
“Develop?” Rhett questions back.
“Easily be able to consume raw grass for sustenance, grow horns and hooves, and the like….?” The investor elaborates.
“Ah, I understand your question now. Well, at the moment, no. However, we are laboring tirelessly to perform several follow-up procedures on our young hucows to see if we can’t further encourage the desired metamorphosis.”

The conversation between the investors and the doctors scales up to a full-blown Q & A. However, I’m hardly even paying attention to what any of them are saying.
As my body continues to change, I let out a soft moan, attempting to keep my voice down so I don’t interrupt them. And also because I’m embarrassed at how the fabric of my top is stuck to my sensitive boobs.
Even though it should cause me even more humiliation, I decide to peel off my soaking shirt and release it onto the pile of my tattered jean scraps.