“Oh, holy cow, Jen, Jennifer, is that who I think it might be?” Carla said as an all black, as well large breed of a bovine Bull strode slowly toward his pastime fun girlfriend. Carla had come out of the rather soiled house to breathe some fresh air, she took to sitting down into an Adirondack type of deck chair.
Carla sat looking surprised, she had no idea what a Santa-Gertrudis bull looked like and Kyle had become the essence of a pedigree bull of the same breed. As Kyle approached closer to the deck, Carla stood up, and as sexily with cloven hoofs, hind legs like those of a cow, she walked slowly down the steps from up on the deck to the ground level to her meeting then with Kyle.
“Holy…, ah bull, but you are big!” Carla exclaimed, as knew very little about cattle, bulls or cows.
“He made quite the brute of a bull, but know this, he is as a yearling of his size, give him three years and his bulk weight should double. Kyle please do allow me the honor to introduce you to the first ever female Minotaur of the Santa-Gertrudis breed!
“MUROO,” Kyle mooed, as he stepped then quite close to the swinging tail of Carla, and boldly took a deeply inhaled sniff.
“What kind of a hello was that?” Carla exclaimed, as she sidestepped the bull as he did his testing sniff.
“That sniff was common animal bull style greeting for a cow to check by her scent, as if she is in season for him to breed, mate with you.” Jen explained, as doing it with a smirk and a smile.
Kyle took two steps back and then swung his big block bony head to get a sniff at the crotch of Jen.
“Hey there bully boy, like no, as never in your wildest of dreams, as for me I feel just plain comfortable!” Jen said, as to dissuade Kyle from his ever thinking, as to mating with her or any woman. As then Kyle gave Jen a soft head butting to her butt. “He trying still to being the humorist?”
Carla ignored Jen of what she said to Kyle as she took to walking around the young bull. She was gawking, seeing the size of his sizable sheath, and almost reached a hand for want to feel the weight of his big bull size balls.
“I take it you approve of his maleness, as well all else of what he is now. After he had so thoroughly inseminated you, and the vicious Doctor's injections this when you become a cow the same as his breed, you should be nearly his duplicate. Yea, like really, Santa-Gertrudis cows weigh about the same when full grown as is a two year old bull. As I said previously, a cow might live for four to six years, where a good bull could live his life for ten to twenty!” Jen tried to explain, but Carla stood as a female Minotaur being mesmerized, she starring at the bullish sheath, as licking her dry lips, wanting to drop, kneel, grab at, take hold as begin to suckle at the open end to his sheath.
“Beware there girl, if I am thinking what I think your thinking, as enjoy another tummy filled with his semen and in a day or two, much more of what is now you, shall know enough changing from him, to you two looking alike as if then as close relatives; you consider that!” Jen said, as Carla stood upright again, as weaving slightly, she not accustomed to standing in one spot while having cloven hoofs.
“As for the present your head is partially cow like, your ears have changed, but your face though black skin color and sprouting black fur, is nose and mouth still human enough to still talk. I am here to give you a reminding sense of right and wrong, as from the last twenty-four hours you have walked on the wrong side.
Kyle, as best you can recall, do try to act respectable, well no, I guess for being a Bull, it is easier to ask of you as not to mate, breed with Carla, as she is horny!” That said and Jennifer walked inside the messy house.