Bessie's cum muffled laughter at your embrace burns in you. Stifling that ember of anger for a moment, you twist about in Aster's powerful arms to look down at yourself. As a newly minted minotaur, your penis is flaccid and bound in a brown furry sheath that stretches from your nut-udder up your belly toward your chest--the new found foot of bovine length blending with scaled-up human girth proportions. Were Aster's arms not in the way, you could lick your musk dribbling cock-head inside your prepace easily. Like a fleshy baseball bat, it rests eager to be wielded.
You reach down probing at the mutant male mammary sac. Sure enough Aster's attempt at alchemy worked and embedded within that basketball of milk-making flesh and fat, you can feel your balls are back. They're immense, heavy and hard as brass. No, these are the balls of a prime breeding bull--but ballooned to monstrous minotaur proportions. If they weren't layered withing your own new milk meat, you'd guess the pair of minotaur calf makers would be as big as your old human head. To top it off, the jiggling of your own udder around them is incredible. Every breath, or twitch of your monstrously strong leg muscles sends pleasant osculations that tickle every nerve. It's as though each one of your boys were individually wrapped from stem to stern in warm massaging bosom. A sensation made all the better, knowing it's all you, you revel in the conjoined juxtaposition of perverse sensations hanging between your powerful new thighs.
And yet, although she's forced to periodically swallow to clear her chain bound snout, Bessie is still laughing through her teeth. New bullish rage burns free now. You lock eyes with her and grit your teeth.
"Aster, she wanted to reduce us down to nothing more that semen factories and cum pumps. She wanted to use for nothing other than our cum...I say we give her what she wanted...all of it." You start slowly, your new minotaur voice starts a hateful purr, growing gravely into an angry landslide.
"Well , ma Zeus kid, we've been in here for a weeks."
Aster purrs gently, nibbling on your new floppy ear. Aster's sack, furred black, but adorned with white stars that span his belly, has been made immense by Bessie's alchemy. Yet still relatively normal other than gargantuan size. It's taut leathery hide is almost uncomfortably warm for your new and sensitive bovine tail. His own immense length, fully engorged, runs along your spine. It's leavings cooling on your new fur, sending pleasant shivers across your back.
"Them storage tanks are gonna be pretty full. I hope the old girl can take it."