Half fucked out of his male human mind Jeff stood being raped again and again at the mercy of the two strong Minotaurs.
At last there seeds spent and balls ached as did Jeff's huge pussy the romp was done and Jeff led to a holding pen out back behind the theater.
The open air and afternoon sunlight warmed his cold hearted feelings. His tail took to swaying as the strange feeling of being a strong bovine cow started taking control.
A dunking of the thick lips and huge mouth into a watering trough brought about his first real challenge. Jeff couched and choked with the water as he knew not how to drink as a cow.
The pen had been used and used often by other nervous changlings as piles of poop lay all around. The birds and flies were thick as the summer's sun warmed the manure making its scent heavy.
Jeff's tail was soon very busy as flies found his rear to be a nice place to lite and lick.
Wiggling long ears, shaking the annoying flies from his face and head soon took his every thought. It was as if his or her only comfort in life was to be free of the damned flies. Walking with tail swinging, slapping and shaking her body Jeff tried to be rid of the flies.
A gentle breeze wafted down the alley granting a single moment of peace as the flies lit off her rear, her udder, and face, back and legs.
The early evening was a time of regulation to know how one's bovine body worked. A need of bowel movement was easy and had it's odd fun feelings. Her tail rose high and bent to one side reminding Jeff of her encounter with two sex minded bull Minotaurs. The feeling of hot heated slime poop dropping out her rear, and slattering into a puddled heap on the ground had yet a strange attraction to Jeff's bovine mind.
Once done and the tail swung back and forth smearing the remaining slime over her rump, she turned to sniff the mess. The sudden acrid scent made Jeff step back and shake his bovine thought form his still human thinking mind.
"A calf, your cow mind thinks you just dropped out a calf!" said a voice from the corral pen gate.
Standing there was the smaller of the two Minotaurs who raped Jeff into becoming a Charlais cow.
Jeff looked up as best she could at the smiling black Minotaur as if to ask what he meant?
"You'll learn in good time, but for now your bovine brain is making itself known. When a dumb cow drops her load she doesn't have any understanding if it be waste or a calf. She licks the pile and tells from the taste and scent if it be living or just poop. Now you know but I suspect given a year as a cow you will be eating your shit come next summer to be sure!" chidded the Minotaur of Jeff's situation.
"Moooan.....!" sounded Jeff.
"Oh don't moan at me like that, you'll come to loving the bovine from even as did I!" said the Minotaur as he opened the gate and strode up to Jeff.
The Minotaur's sheath was about face high with Jeff's cow bovine face. His rank scent of bull's urine and the remaining dried and crusted semen suggested Jeff give it a lick.
One lick went to a senond and soon blinded by the wierd bovine instincts Jeff was soaking the Minotaur's sheath with his salivia. The more he licked the strange desire urged him to lust for being mounted, humped, and enjoy the beastly bovine maner of sex.