In place of your best friend and favorite toy, is what resembles a large black and white-furred Toblerone-shaped triangular tube of flesh. It's as long as your forearm, and it reaches from where your balls used to be, all the way to your now missing belly button--that's at least a foot-and-a-half of stolen flesh grafted on to your belly. It's a sheath, the minotaur's massive mammalian prepuce. 'This is me now, this is what she's done to me.' You can feel your eyes grow red and teary, as you stare at the freak-show you've become. The Minotaur's bovine endowment is immense, thick as a soda can and strangely both rigid and flexible. Taut black furred skin broken by a large pink orifice that must be concealing your new bull dick. However it's not perfectly symmetrical, along the top ridge, underneath the thick hide is an odd lump that runs along part of the length.
Bessie notices your concern, as you stare at the strange site of where you human dick used to be.
"Oh, of course you would cry for your little male pride and joy. How could you be so proud of that little scrap of human monkey-meat? Don't fret my little milk-bull, your little 'friend' is still there. He just has a nice warm home to hide in and a new bigger brother to keep him company. Maybe they are both ready to rise to the occasion and show off the upgrades I made."
A sinister smile creeps upon the Bessie's bovine visage. She slowly tilts at her waist, her teats slick with milk and your saliva are slowly pressing into the prodigious minotaur bean-bag chair-sized balls. 'No these are your nuts now' you remind yourself. Despite the numbness, the weight of Bessie's boobs is slowly squeezing feeling back into your lower half. Though you are only barely aware of it tacitly, the image of such a massive pair of breasts slowly leaking milk upon your bloated balls is electrifying. She's teasing you now. The Cowtaur slowly drags her nipples across your new sac. Super-human levels of hormones from your augmented endowment burn in your veins, revving your lizard brain into overdrive. Arousal slowly redirects blood flow into your stolen bestial package, leaving your head woozy and cloudy. Raw animal instinct sparks off a thunderstorm of primal lightning bolts through your brain: willing female, fertile tits, we are strong, we are biggest male, breed!
"Oh look the boys are waking up" cackles the cowtaur.