"SPLAT," the two shot spewings of semen traveled with a slight arching, and struck dear Mom across her chest and chin.
"Really Jeff, such yuck you need to cease doing..., what is happened here, you look different, you are still advancing, becoming more akin to being a bull, an animal." Mom said, as she walked backing away from her son. "What did you do, your computer is running." Mom said as she came back with a bath towel, was cleaning the yuck from off her breasts and chin.
Jeff backed away from his mom until his then flat furry butt bumped into his chest of drawers.
As mom walked into the bedroom inhabited by her Minotaur son, she looked at Jeff standing then as on all fours. She walked past Jeff, and straight to his computer, its monitor screen was flashing where there were recent changes made to the working program.
"999999999999999999999999. minutes, you requested an extension to your remaining as a bull ? What is this, another changed, as if you becoming a Minotaur was not bad enough, you have requested your becoming 99% as a bull animal. That one percent, might be your mind, or it could be the circumcised tip to that big bull's cock you like to play with, as milking it.
I do not know what your father may say about you preference of becoming mostly a Bull, and of extending your duration to billions of minutes. What do you want for us to do with you, shall we lease our son to different farms as a herd sire? Is this what it comes to, you finding your being an animal, a Bull is somehow better than being our son. I won't tell anybody of what became of our son, you did not make me proud of you. Just to the contrary, I think this foolish fandango should have never begun. Your father has asked himself how he somehow failed to instruct you as what it is to be a man, and now to be just human would be nice.
I shall call Mr. Gates, he is a man in the know, I can trust his integrity, he would not tell anybody what became of our son; you being now a Bull." Mom said, and with that said, she stormed out of the bedroom.
Jeff stood there in shock, worried that his mother seeing his computer, had rationalized he wished to be all Bull, him an animal, maybe in time as a beast. He pondered his future, thirty-four plus years of him living day-to-day as would a herd Bull.
About thern sister arrived and she seeing Jeff as he stood there on all fours, she smiled and began to laugh. "Well there herd sire, your bedroom shall soon become as mine to enjoy. I thank you for what you did, as it made you easier to look at, as know what you are now like some common farm animal, at least bodily.
Even standing there and shivering from fright, you strike a handsome sort, being as a Bull. I know some apps to that program that you might not have seen. Did you know there is a question asking about sexual relations, as I could open it and mark your lustier preference as being insitible about liking to breed, to mate, to mount cows. Just imagine as you shiver from fear, feeling a hell-fire like need to enjoy the feel of sex, you mating as would a Bull. I can open an app offering to enhance your genitals, swelling those yam size big balls, or lengthening you bullish cock to equal that of a stallion horse. There were five apps in total you never looked at, or did a search to find them, they were there, brother of mine!"