Bortock struggled against his restraints, but to no avail. He cursed and spit and screamed. "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!" Then Renux loomed closer with the syringe, and fear filled Bortock's eyes. Renux smiled as he brought it to Bortock's flesh. "Nooooooooo!" howled the soon-to-be-cow as he felt the liquid enter his veins with a burning tingle.
"You can't do this to me!" shouted Bortock.
"My dear sweet little cow, I already have, see?" He grasped at Bortock's chest hair and it came out easily. Taking a brush he swept the rest of the chest hair away, and Bortock's nipples reacted to the teasing of the fine brush by...by protruding out like a woman's! They were suddenly so sensitive! "The enchanted serum is quite fast-acting, you see, and at this point even I couldn't reverse it. No my dear Bortock, or should I call you Bessie? I'm afraid you're already destined to spend the rest of your days as a milker, both in the sense of providing breast milk and of milking my dick."
Bortock might have tried to lash out again, but suddenly he was wracked with pain. He twisted and howled on the table for minutes that felt hours. When the pain ended, he looked down at his body, and discovered to his horror that all of his mighty muscle was gone. He looked like a skinny young lad, and that at best, for there was something of femininity to his new structure: his waist slightly narrower, his hips slightly wider. He heard a clacking sound as his mighty horns fell uselessly to the ground.
"Nooooo..." he cried, and then he felt a tear drip down his cheek. No! He was not some frail woman! He was a warrior of the wild! He would be strong! and yet, he no longer felt so much like Bortock, wild beastman, no longer felt so strong.
Then the bunny-girl servant spoke up, "Oh, don't cry, sister! I promise you'll love being a beautiful woman and serving our master!"
He opened his mouth to curse at her, but then suddenly he felt a pain in his genitals, and he looked down at them in horror.
"Ah, yes, my favorite part." said Renux. The the bastard actually pulled down his pants and started to jerk off as he watched.
Bortock might have looked away, but in his horror he could not. He penis quickly engorged to full size, and it felt pleasurable, but also painful. It turned pinker, more sensitive...and yet the dreaded shrinking did not occur? Renux looked on with interest. "Ah, yes!" he said, "It appears that particular modification was successful. You see, I've always wanted to take a more active role in the transformation process, and now I've finally perfected it so that you won't lose your manhood until I take it from you manually. You see, you're primed now, so that my mere touch will cause your manhood to wither away. Isn't that lovely? and I think I know just how I want to do it." Renux then climbed up on the table, and pointed his own erection at Bortock's. A little precum dripped from Renux's tip and onto Bortock's. At the contact, Bortock felt pleasure like he'd never felt before, his own penis jerking and spasming with orgasm, yet all that came from it was a small amount of clear liquid that looked like, like a woman's juices! "Oh my, my little cow is VERY horny for me, isn't she?" taunted Renux. "and all lubed up and ready to lose her virginity. Oh, and what a lovely development this is! It seems even my precum can cause the transformation! Bortock noticed in horror that indeed his dick was a little smaller. Seeing another drop of precum coming, he desperately twisted to the side in his restraints, but Renux laughed as the precum landed on Bortock's left ball anyway. Now it tingled, and a painful tightness could be felt as it felt like it was being pulled tight against his body.
"Amelia, dear, come here and work my shaft, will you?" said Renux to the bunny-girl. She happily bounced over to tend to her master and speed her new sister's transformation along. She began to vigorously jerk him off, aiding him in dripping more and more precum. Bortock twisted back and forth, trying to dodge it, and Renux delighted in the game, and in his inevitable slow victory. As hot precum scored hit after hit on Bortock's genitals they shrank and shrank, and with them went his emotional fortitude, so that soon he was begging Renux to stop with tears streaming down his face. It only served to drive Renux onward. "I'll cum soon, little cow, and there will be no way for you to avoid that!" Bortock pleaded for mercy, but it was no use, and at last Renux came, roaring with triumph as he spurted ropes of his cum all over Bortock.
Bortock cried out in desperate horror, but it didn't last, for the pain was decreasing, and the pleasure mounting, and soon he couldn't help but moan, a sound that came out with a distinctly feminine and pitch and tone. Bortock's balls finally pulled inside with an orgasmic relief of tension, and massaged his insides as they traveled up to become 2 fertile ovaries. His penis finished shrinking down into a tiny but sensitive little clitoris, and last but not least, he saw a feminine gash open up, leaving him vulnerable to penetration.
"Ah, now you truly are a cow, my dear Bessie. Clean her up, won't you Amelia? We don't want my cum getting too deep inside of her...yet." Bortock cried miserably as Amelia began to lap away at her girlhood, and shame filled her as her new feminine sex reacted to the bunny-girls tongue with pleasure.
Her figure was completely feminine now, save for her lack of breasts, though she did have tiny breast buds. She had wide child-bearing hips, thick thighs, dainty arms and legs, a narrow waist, and she could feel a shocking amount of cushioning on her backside, implying a VERY generous ass.
When Amelia had finished her job, Renux impatiently pushed her aside and pointed himself at her entrance. "Now for the final part. Shall I explain the end process? Your breasts, you see, will be triggered to grow by female sexual pleasure. They will grow as I fuck you, my dear. And then of course, the final transformation, the changing of your mind into that of my wanton and loyal little slut, will occur when I impregnate you."
The lust with which he leered down at her was palpable. "Ready, Bessie?"