Your focus is not on your hand for long, as you hear bellows from behind, you turn your head and see that there are now two minotaurs standing behind you. You go to stand, but trip as you feel your foot compacting. You whimper as you're unable to stand, your new hoove feeling so foreign.
A hand wraps itself underneath your shoulder, then another. You see the minotaurs have grabbed you, each having one hand supporting you. They lift you off the ground and towards the flower. You struggle feebly, your furred arm has power, but you have no idea how to use it. Despite your best attempts, you are held still, nose pressed against the soft skin of the flower. You close your eyes, not wanting to see your inevitable fate.
The aroma of the flower hits your nose, now that you're so close you make out its smell. The fragrance is sweet, enticing. You are sure that if this flower did not create beasts, it would be sought after.
You feel your bones reshaping in your legs. You can not help but open your eyes and look after the intense pain hits, your legs bending and coating in a layer of brown fur. You see the fur spreading upwards, passing your sac and balls and moving to your chest. However, your balls are not spared, you feel a deep churning as they enlarge. Now the size of baseballs, they rest beneath your enlarged member, the dick itself huge and meaty.
Your mind snaps back to reality as a tickling sensation moves over your chest. Muscles grow over your previously weak body. Thick hard biceps push out, and are quickly covered in brown fur. However, not even this fur can hide your muscle definition, as your strength is all too obvious. The fur connects with your arms, transformed from before you feel no change in them.
Finally, you feel changes on your face. Hair grows as if you're suddenly growing a full beard, but the hair growth sticks close to your face and spreads upwards. It moves around your mouth, as you feel your mouth stretch. You swear your vision enlarges as your eyes grow, and the smell of the flower becomes even clearer as your nostrils stretch. You are let go by your brothers as you feel the last changes occur, pointed nubs jut out of your head then grow into a set of bull horns.
You turn to your brothers, showing your affection by feeling their body and softly licking at their chest. The bulls grunt at your affection and show it in turn, the three of you stopping only when you hear the sound of a loud horn echoing in the labyrinth.
The king of the minotaurs has finally arrived, yet there are many humans who are still in this maze.