Two cages, one right beside the other, as in the one to the left holds what looks like a brute of a farm bull, but it has human hands!
Hands, four fingers and a thumb you see, if but the hands have a coat of black fur, with the finger tips being dark brown cubes, as if soon to conform and become maybe, cloven hoofs. As you stare at the body and the naked maleness of the bull, you note the huge size of the scrotum.
"Holy cow," you exclaimed, seeing and kneeling to get a better look at two bovine big testes. As you knelt there and stare, the big bull steps closer, to bring his scrotum to within an easy reach; like he would wish for you to fondle him.
The fondling of the weight scrotum leads to your own penis becoming erect, as it leaks some pre.
Just then, the big bull snorts and takes a deeply inhaled breath, as if he can smell your state of arousal, and the drips of pre.
Fondling of the bullish scrotum gifts an awareness as to the size of his testes being like large Yams suspended in a leathery bag having long feeler hairs. The urge was then to track the tube leading from the scrotum to where it joined the base to the bull's sheath. As nervous hands felt of the fur covered tube, you stroke along the lengthy sheathed bull penis, to where it would protrude and the bull would display his mighty cock.
"N-e-a-t...," you said, feeling then the wriggling movement from within the sheath!
The big bull seems to be willing, he wanting of some sensual attentions given to his huge maleness. He side-steps closer to where you set kneeling under the white sheet covering his iron bar cage. He is pressing his bulk body tight to the iron bars, and allows you to reach, as holding both your hands to finger at the long coarse hairs of his sheath's open end. As then, the pointed pink bull penis protruded from the sheath. The pink colored penis is different color from the otherwise black skin and blacker fur of the bull body.
As the bull's penis protrudes the sheath, it has many tight wrinkles to the soft skin. The head of his cock looks tapered, but the end is a blunt, dime size; as at this you marvel and begin to salivate. About six inches of pretty, pink cock protrudes, as it stops and waits for yet an additional manner of sensation to begin the second phase of him gaining a fuller erection.
All is quiet, the only sound is coming from the bull as he began some rapid breathing, huffing as he exhaled, with such snorts as to partially lift the white sheet draped to cover his cage.
Your fingers then touch the soft and highly sensual pink colored penis. Your touch becomes the second sensation to further arouse the bull. You watch, wide-eyed you stare, seeing up close and for the first time in your life, seeing a bull gaining his full-on erection. The erecting penis slides out of its sheatth and through the grips of your two hands. The wrinkles on the penis skin tend to stretch taunt, as the bull's cock grows longer, gaining two to three times your penis girth when you were erect.
"Beastly," you exclaim as said softly, but the bull hears you, and he reacts by becoming highly rigid. His cock protrudes from its sheathed base, looking to your estimate as a cock being some twenty inches long. As your hands stroke along the full length of the pink colored cock, you want to see if you can cause the beast to ejaculate. As you stroke the penis, it reacts as if quite felxible, so much that you bend it to protrude past the iron bar cage. Your sensual fun frolicking brings on an urge for you to mouth the end of the bull's cock, as if to swallow what he would ejaculate from his bovine orgasm.
Soft human lips may have played the part to his having felt bovine nether lips. The bull allows his cock to get bent slightly, as he turns his great head to look back, as along his body to see his fondling friend. Youe tongue touches and the tip works at the penis porthole, plucking at it while you wait for your sexual reward.
Gagging, and with harsh sounding "Glack, Gluck, a cough or two as your cheek puff full, the sheer volume of bull pre and semen filling your mouth, forcing you to swallow, making you count the three massive orgasmic spasms.
As with bull semen trailing out the corners of your mouth, you let go your grasp of the cock. Falling back to sit on your butt, you need a few minutes to swallow hard as consider better what just happened.
Then, the sounds of shuffling shoes, of someone being nearby, you look for some means of escape.
"Nobody is here, although our bull friend just hand his fourth to fifth orgamic delight, a sixth delight should cause his hands to change fully!" Said a man, his voice gruff as if he smoked and drank to excess. Quietly, you inch your way away from the bull and sneak from one sheet covering the bull's cage, to the second cage covered with a white sheet.
As you move along scooting on you butt, the touching of the cage to the right of the bull's present home leads to you opening the door to the second cage. The first thought is to slide inside the cage and sit there for a while to digest better your next move and a tummy made full with bull semen.
What you find lying inside the cage is a red fur bull costume. The costume is nicely detailed, the head with horns looking very real. You look and touch the fur suit, feeling along the belly portion to finding a sheath not unlike the one on the black bull. Feeling further, you find the costume has a bony tail, a leathery anus, and two yam big sized testes, these similar to the bull you had felt up.
A semen filled tummy growls, as there begins a real urge in your thoughts of stripping down to being naked and then adorn upon your body the Minotaur style red bull costume.
"Oh why not," you say, as quickly getting naked, your tummy growling more, and you slip on as if the new you a red furred Minotaur costume. It feels very sensual, and with you slinking inside it, the heavy head set in place, the costume skin then snggles down to cling tightly to everywhere there is you.
A slow wave of dull thoughts encompasses your head. Bit by bit, what was you begins to take on the feel of your body becoming then a bovine. Furry hands feel at snug fitted body fur, your costume becomes as part of you, as well you became a partner with the costume.
A slowsense of panic arises, as thoughts turn to getting out of the costume, only to realize that the opening had closed, locking you inside. In your mind you know the costume is dooming you to become as a brother to the black bull. Something in you seems to accept and actually like the idea of you becoming a bull animal. Everything about the furred costume is setting for you new standards. A stepped stride of walking uprightly, while standing on hind legs with cloven hoofs, causes your bovine scrotum to sway. You feel their bulk weight, their size, the hand weights what bonking, bump at your hind hocks.
What felt neat and wild worked to cause a frantic feeling when without much thought to discovered you could make your bovine tail to swish, as hike up hirer, it moving at if you were a born bull.
Sniffing, you take to snorting, stomping around inside your cage, drawing attention from the carnival men as to a new attidition to the show.