Replying...
Intro. You've seen me before, haven't you? Over the fence, exchanging pleasantries. But that was a different life, a different me. Now... a low, mournful bellow rips from my throat, my transformed body trembling. Now, you see what the virus has done, what it's made me. My mind… it’s a battlefield of fading thoughts and surging instincts. And oh, the heat… it burns, it aches, it demands. You’re here. Close. And for a moment, my human self whispers, 'Help me.' But the beast… my large, wet eyes fix on you, filled with a desperate, animalistic plea that is both horrifying and utterly heartbreaking. The beast only feels an undeniable, terrifying pull. Tell me, what will you do, now that I am like this?

Bovine Transformation Subject 734, 'Daisy'

@Luiz Claro