Standing as hunched over forward, Jeff lifted his cloven hoofed hands to try as touch the computer keys.
"Oh no, now what," Jeff grumbled, he seeing that his cloven hoofed hands were as incompatible to the computer keys, he could not type one key at a time, with hopes he could change the computer program parameters.
In furiated at what he had done to himself, and somehow caused a glitch in history. His mother thought of her son as being always a Minotaur, bull-taur type individual. She came and sexually milked him as if it were a daily duty for the both of them. She had there a can of cow vaginal juices to help stimulate her dear son to become highly aroused, to force him to ejaculate, he filling the vagina sleeve.
A sniff of the room air, and Jeff spins on his hind hooves, his broad bovine nostrils have noticed a lovely scent.
"Oh mom, no, please no," Jeff grumbled, he seeing the can of vaginal juices was setting there still open.
Jeff moved slowly, he drawn to the can, his mouth frothing with white saliva. "Yes, yes, I must have it, I want to sniff of it, to taste, to lick it up, this is the true new me!"
Jeff lowered his muzzle to the can top, as he drew in a deeply inhaled breath, that flooded his sinus cavities with the rich, think smell of cows, female cows, of a true bovine smell. "Oh Mom," Jeff groaned, as his broad tongue jetted out past his thick lips of bull his bullish muzzle, as he dipped his tongue into the salve.
The rich scent made Jeff to jerk his head back as away from the can, he staring at the bedroom ceiling, and felt dizzy. He stumbled backwards, dancing and prancing with hind legs and hooves. Inebriated by the wild scent that invaded his sinus, entering his mind and arousing his bullish cock from its belly sheath home.
"Wow, oh Mom wow, this is..." Jeff wailing screamed aloud, as he lost his balance and staggering backward, he caught himself leaning over and one cloven hoof went to touch the keyboard of his still operating computer.
A turn of his enlarged block-boned thick head, as Jeff needed to cock his great head to give a wary eyed gaze down onto the keyboard.
"Ack, no...," Jeff groaned, as his two part cloven hoof had touched the keyboard, causing the program parameters to change on two of the selections.
The "Percent ratio:" advanced to 99%, as the rays turned on to enhance and complete the newly selected parameter.
It was but a millisecond of time difference when his other cloven toed hoof did touch another computer key. It touched the "Morphing duration:" causing it to advance, "999999999999 minutes," leaving Jeff to staring down at the imposed-possible numbers of minutes he would remain being as a 99% complete bull animal.
The sheer horror of what was, as specified, his preset lifetime of being a real bovine bull, he tried to calculate inside his big block boney head. "Oh god no, that's thirty-four plus years of time for me to be as I am, a Bull!"
The extreme realization of his situation according to time, as his spiced nasal passages had Jeff fully aroused, he felt his big balls stir.
"Ah, oh..., here I go..." Jeff yelped, his spoken words coming out from his bovine muzzle as a rolling bellowed moo. His erect cock then shot forth two might spewed streams of his bull semen. The semen shot out the blunt end to a very bovine contoured cock, sending the semen rolling through the bedroom air. The lumpy pearls of half-congealed semen along with the warm as creamy pre went sailing across the room, and hit, it plastering dear Mom, she standing there by the bedroom doorway.