After the both of you have finished transforming, you stand there panting. You round on Zeke, your face red with rage. "What the hell, Zeke?! I thought we were going to be working with the animals, not becoming them?!" Your nostrils flare as you try to ignore how nice Zeke seemed to smell now and how warm your new pussy feels as pressure builds around your nipples.
"Now what in tarnation gave you that idea?" a voice says. You turn to see Farmer Maurlon walking in with a hot orange-haired guy chewing a piece of straw. You notice the guy is naked, his chest bare and showing off a muscular torso like an Instagram fitness model, though his legs are covered in hair the same color but slightly darker than the hair on his head. You also notice his knees bend backwards and his feet are large cloven hooves; he's a satyr!
The satyr eyes you appraisingly. "Well these boys turned out quite nicely, didn't they, Grandpa?" he asks as he turns to the farmer.
"That's right, my boy," the farmer says as he smiles at his satyr grandson and playfully rubs his head. As he does so, you notice the satyr has two small horns sticking up through his hair on top of his head. "Boys, meet my grandson, Carlos."
Carlos walks up to you and eyes your udder. "Nice to meet you, big boy," he says as he walks around you. "Or should I say big girl? Yeah, you've got a nice full udder ready to be milked there. And your bull over there has a nice cock for milking too. He'll be your mate soon enough."
"My mate?" you stammer, turning to Zeke. You're not gay! You try to recoil at the very thought of Zeke doing anything with you, but as you look at his new muscles, a scents wafts through your nose again. You know it's Zeke, and it's making you feel wet. That's enough to stop your thoughts from going further, though. You're wet. Your pussy is wet. Despite how aroused you feel, the lack of anything (except maybe your nipples) getting hard makes you start to panic.
You round on the farmer, who is walking around Zeke. "I thought we were going to be milking the centaurs, not becoming them!"
"What kind of tomfoolery do you think I do here?" the farmer asked affronted. "A coupla human boys milking centaurs? They'd have their way with you and could nearly kill ya if they tried!"
"Besides, there's only room for two farmhands around here, and that's me and Grandpa," Carlos adds as he leans down to poke at your udder. You shudder at the sensation, a wave of pleasure rolling over your body.
You turn to Zeke, and if looks could kill, he'd be dead in an instant. "This is your fault! You didn't even read the ad before you signed up, did you?"
"Enough of that, girl," Carlos says, patting your cowhide soothingly. "C'mon, let's go get you milked."
"I'm not a girl!" you yell, your scream going a bit higher than you meant and making you clasp your hands over your mouth.
Carlos smiles and holds back a chuckle. His grandfather shakes his head and laughs. "And you think boys give milk, do ya? You're looking mighty wet there already and we can all see how you're eyeing up your bull here."
You blush as you realize that he's right and Zeke looks away abashed. You don't say anything as Carlos wraps a rope around your neck and leads you away from the barn, taking the bucket from his grandfather. "There, there, Bessie, let's get you milked and you can deal with that later."
"My name is--"
"I call all our cows Bessie when it's milking time," Carlos cuts you off. "We can have proper introductions later. C'mon, girl." As the satyr walks you out of the barn you shoot another look at Zeke, but you can't keep yourself looking angry as you admire his new body and see his bull's cock sticking out of his sheath.