Just as Jenkins was about to reach the zoo’s exit, she smelled something amazing. Unable to help herself, she followed the scent. It led her to the barnyard exhibit, where a large bull stood in a pen. At the mere sight of him, Jenkins’ pussy became wet. She had to have him.
Jenkins vaulted the fence and threw off her clothes, presented her waiting, eager organ to him. The bull, recognizing her as a heifer in heat, didn’t hesitate. Immediately, he thrust his enormous member into her. Jenkins mooed in pleasure as the bull pounded her fiercely.
“Yes, yes!” she screamed, ecstatic. “Fill me! Put a calf in me!” The bull obliged, shooting an enormous load of semen into her empty uterus. Jenkins orgasmed. She mooed in ecstasy again. “Yes! Fuck me!” So enraptured by the mating, she didn’t pay attention to the zoo visitors disgusted by the sight, or the workers who were quickly coming over to take care of the situation.
There was a prick in her neck. Jenkins looked over and spotted a zookeeper holding a tranq gun. Everything went black.
When Jenkins woke up much later, in a lab, she expected to be a full cow. She slowly got to her feet and caught sight of her reflection in a large mirror. Her jaw dropped. She had fully mated with a bull, and yet, she wasn’t a cow. She wasn’t human, either, though. In fact, she looked much less human than before. No one would be able to mistake her for a human woman now, no matter how hard she tried. She looked the way she imagined a female minotaur would.
A door opened. One of Jenkins’ former coworkers walked into the lab.
“Good, you’re awake,” he said.
“What’s going on?” Jenkins asked, relieved to find she could still speak in a human language.
“Well, we wanted to study you, when we discovered that you had partially cured yourself and managed to resist mental changes, despite mating. However, we did the initial pregnancy screening, and…” Jenkins’ heart sunk.
“I’m pregnant,” she said. The scientist confirmed.
“You were telling the bull to do just that to you, to be fair. Anyways, that discovery is actually excellent news for us, as we can do an almost infinite amount of studying on you while you’re pregnant, giving birth, postpartum, and after those periods.”
“I’m not going to let you study me!” Jenkins protested. She covered her stomach with her hands, as though protecting the calf growing inside her. The scientist shrugged.
“You don’t have a choice.” He took out a tranq gun and shot Jenkins, who passed out again.
Jenkins woke up in a barn.