Jeff grinned. “As long as you’ll keep me safe, I can deal with consequences.” He stepped forward, eyeing the huge minotaur bull and the former boy who had nearly doubled in size. The kid must be maturing as well as changing species. He could tell the bull was a fully-grown male, with old scars and even a touch of white in its muzzle. Not old, but no calf, either. Still a ways from the meat counter. Jeff tried to imagine the minotaur carcass being cut up into steaks and roasts. The thought made him chuckle. A great way to dispose of monsters like this – made them doubly useful. Slaves and then dinner. Not the boy, of course. He wasn’t a fucking cannibal. Anyway, the kid would be back to normal in a few weeks, right?
Speaking of who – the former human was now unrecognizable, covered in black fur and much more cow-like in body and stance than the minotaur bull. She regarded him with disturbingly human eyes, and then turned to present herself to him. The kid wanted him! Jeff stepped up, watching the legs and feet and they continued to shift into hind legs and massive, cloven hooves. “She’s not gonna kick me, is she?”
“Oh, no.” The woman assured him. “You are welcome inside her. It will be an amazing experience for both of you. Life-changing, in fact.”
He snorted. “I’ve had sex before, lady!” This brought some chuckles from the audience, all of whom were watching as if open bestial sex and magical transformations were fairly common. He was directly behind the female minotaur now, and to illustrate his point, he pushed his erect cock into the loose, slick folds.
“Oh, this isn’t sex.” The woman grinned and turned to the audience. “You are all witness that our young man here accepted all consequences of his actions. When I mentioned the bull would name his first born after our young man, I probably should have added that the young man will be his first born, at least from this cow.”
“What!?” Jeff tried to pull out, only to gasp in pain as something grabbed onto his cock and yanked him further in. “Shit! Let me go!” He convulsed suddenly, body going rigid as he soiled and wet himself. “Stop it!” He cried out, his voice cracking into a child’s convulsed and let go again. The minotaur cow had gotten huge, and Jeff realized he was no longer tall enough to get his cock in her. So what was the thick, white, ropy tube that hung from her cunt and ended… at his crotch!?
The woman started explaining to the crowd, all of whom were watching with fascination. “As you can see, our forming cow is adopting the young man. He will become an unfertilized egg in her new womb, an egg that will be soon fertilized by her Bull’s seed. He will then be the first offspring of this bull and his new cow.”
One girl raised her hand. “When will he change back?”
The woman shook her head. “Oh, never. Those are the consequences he so willingly accepted. He will be safe, reborn a minotaur, to grow up and live as a minotaur.”
This announcement only sparked nods of approval and some applause. Jeff tried to protest, but only managed a gurgle. He was probably a toddler now, his human form regressing years in seconds. As he collapsed on the ground and waved small, pudgy fists, the umbilical throbbed and started to pull up. Jeff struggled feebly, his arms and legs drawing in and his head slowly collapsing. Awareness faded out, leaving only the sense of warmth and the dull, deep thud of blood around him. The memories and knowledge that made Jeff who he was winked out one-by-one, and as the new egg settled in the new womb, all that was left was a blank soul.
The woman nodded with satisfaction as the new minotaur cow finished up, her cunt still slick with need. There was a chance she would be restored eventually, though it was more likely that her Bull would keep her pregnant and nursing for decades to come. Speaking of which. She moved out of the center as the male grunted and prepared to mount the cow. Minotaur sex was messy and sometimes caused odd changes to those close enough to be splattered.