Chris felt himself experimenting uncomfortable changes. First, his skin started itching and he saw a bluish fur erupt from his arms, torso and legs. He scratched himself with a groan but then pain erupted into his forehead and legs. Two sharp stabs of pain on his forehead made him yell out but the worse were his leg, whose bones seemed to stretch and thicken. The dull feelings on his face were just as worrisome. With mounting horror, he saw his shoes slip, incapable of fitting his feet that became ugly stumps and then cloven hooves. His backside also let out a stab of pain and turning upon himself, he glimpsed a long tail ending with a tuft that had sprouted and was lashing from side to side, as if happy to test out its new existence. He screamed in fright. Feeling up what the two stabs of pain were atop his head, he noticed two ever-increasing protrusions.
"No! Please! I don’t want to be a cow!" he shouted.
"Oh, don't worry, you shall not be, young man. Just a minotaur to help out in the task at hand," the witch smirked.
Just then, a weird feeling grabbed Chris by the genitals. Very worried, he looked inside his pants. His hands were the only thing that remained human. With both fascination and pleasure, he saw his dick and balls expand and reach more than impressive proportions. Wow! Now that was the only good thing in that spell! Alas, his satisfaction did not last long. He felt more muscle grow upon his bones, ripping his shirt, but a ring and metal lead appeared out of nowhere and stuck itself into his nose.He touched his face, alarmed. His bones were thicker, his nose more squashed and that damn ring was impossible to dislodge. A nose ring just like for cattle! Submerged by frustration, he cursed but soon stomped his hooves and mooed and bellowed in anger. Unimpressed, the witch cackled and picked up the lead.
"Look at you! A big strong lad!"
She pulled the lead, forcing Chris to advance towards her. He grunted and glared at her.
"And before you think of harming me, remember that if I die, you'll stay a minotaur forever. Or I'll change you into something worse before I pass away," the witch said with a smile.
Chris realised he had no option than obey her, much to his chagrin. So he carried all the things he'd stolen from the witch with his friend on his back, plus the goose in its cage under an arm, with added things of his and John which she liked, found useful or could sell later on. She carried a few light things and lead him back to her own house, while he was packed with more things than he could have loaded when he was still human. It was long and uncomfortable but his extra-strength made it not too bothersome. He cursed John for getting away so easily all the while.
Once returned to her abode, the witch ordered Chris to feed Damon, wipe dust off the furniture and mop the floor while she rearranged her belongings and got a new place for those belonging to the two thieves. Chris was furious but he had no choice. The goose stared at him with hopeful eyes, as if it expected help from him. As if! Chris was then struck by the thought that this goose might have been a human before and he shuddered at the thought, suddenly happy of having been turned into minotaur. Good thing he and his pal hadn't roasted it!
Once he and the witch were done with their respective chores, he turned towards her expectantly. She smiled.
"Oh, you want me to send you away and deliver that message to your friend, am I right?"
He nodded, his chest bursting with anticipation.
"Well," she smiled. "You have done a stellar job in helping me. So I think you deserve a reward."
Even though the possibility of foul play crossed his mind, Chris was too excited to return to his normal form to do anything other than look at the old woman with hope in his eyes.