Give The Bull his maleness? The huge minotaur was already coming erect, sexual parts heavy and black. Derrick took a step forward, mesmerized by the massive sheathed cock and swollen testicles. Reaching out, he hefted one of the tangerine-sized balls and felt a tingle like electricity. The Bull grunted and placed a heavy hand on Derrick’s head. Derrick shivered again as the contact multiplied the pleasant throbbing, especially in his own sexual parts.
It only took a few seconds before the crowd started to murmur, and then applaud. Derrick didn’t understand why at first, but then looked down to see a bulge forming on his belly. The dark swelling shifted down, and protrusions started to grow out of it. At the same time, his cock and balls dropped lower, sliding between his legs and drawing into his body. He reached back and felt the last nub of his penis drawing in, the flesh under his anus opening and getting slick. Derricks eyes widened as his fingers pushed in and explored his new bovine cunt, the sensation making him tremble. By the time he was able to draw damp fingers back out and looked down, a tough-looking cow’s udder hung low on his belly, already swollen with milk and dripping from the teats.
The Bull grunted, and Derrick looked back up in wonder – not as tall now – Derrick was growing thicker and heavier, his.. no – her own body becoming bovine. The Bull looked pleased, and that filled Derrick with happiness.
“You might notice that our volunteer’s arms are shifting into something different than the male. Female minotaurs are far more bestial than the males, and much less intelligent. They live to serve the Bulls, providing milk, basic labor, and of course, as much pleasure as the Bulls desire. They also are happy to accommodate guests who are curious.”
This was all getting more confusing to Derrick. Less intelligent? More bestial? She looked at her arms, and realized that they had a curious shape – another joint had formed, and her hands were thick and getting dark. They were becoming something between forearms and forelegs, able to function as either, but both limited.
One of the male guests, a young man in his twenties, grinned and shouted “I’m curious!” He stepped forward and pulled off his short, revealing average-sized human equipment that was becoming erect.
The woman chuckled. “So I see. Are you willing to accept the consequences? While I can guarantee your safety, the experience would be… shall we say… very educational about bovine reproduction.”
The young man looked at The Bull. “And he won’t mind first dibs on his new sweetie going to me?”
“On the contrary.” The woman’s smile continued, but here gaze took on a mischievous glint. “He will be so pleased he will name his first born after you.” The Bull snorted and nodded his massive head.
Derrick was torn in different directions. Enough of her human identity remained that she was hesitant about sex in any form, the minotaur cow in her was desperate to feel the massive bullcock inside her, and yet she sensed that having the human go first would please The Bull even more. Why? As she tried to understand, her thoughts seemed to thicken slightly. Oh! Of course. Derrick understood more of her abilities as a minotaur cow here. But now it was harder to remember her human past. As the minotaur instincts and identity became clearer, her life as Derrick was fading.