Amy, the girl who had asked about Jeff's status earlier, looked on as the cow that had once been Derrick was fucked relentlessly by her new Bull. It was loud, rough, and messy. Amy could have sworn she was hit with some of the fluids, but her skin still felt dry. Unbeknownst to her, her body had already absorbed the fluids, and the changes were already inevitable.
Derrick, on the other hand, was in heaven. Initially, her mind was rattled with strange images. A male human boy. Parents. A sister. Yet, with every thrust from her male, those images faded more and more. Even the name Derrick was starting to lose meaning to her, she was simply a cow being filled by her mate. That was quickly becoming all that mattered.
As Amy continued watching the scene, she locked eyes with Derrick for a moment. She could almost see the humanity and ingelligence leave those eyes. Freaky, and arousing. After a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, she stuck a hand in her pants and started rubbing her clit. Continuing to watch the minotaurs as she masturbated only made her hornier, and the rest of the audience started melting away. Her focus was fully on Derrick and her Bull. She didn't even notice as others were also masturbating, and changing too. She was getting closer and closer to release now, her body feeling hotter and hotter. Strange, too. She tore a glance away from the minotaurs and looked down into a growing udder. Her arms had already shifted into the shape of a Minotaur female, and her body had noticeably shrunk. Forcing herself up, Amy finally noticed the pandemonium sweeping the audience. Some were still lost in the bliss, happily masturbating themselves into tiny Minotaur calves. Others, like her, had noticed the changes. They were desperately running around, trying to find some way to stop it. Some were trying in vain to snap friends or loved ones out of the transformation, to no effect.
Amy simply stared at the chaos, her mind slowed by the changes she had already undergone. She needed to leave. Find someone. An employee, maybe. Someone had to be able to fix this! She wasnt supposed to be a minotaur... Right?
Stumbling back into the resort lobby, Amy saw a number of potential options. There was the receptionist, maybe she could help. Or the Satyr off to the side. What looked like a nymph too. There was also a family asking about their son. A minotaur was staring at her too, giving her an almost paternal look, or was it a lustful look? Whatever Amy chose, she would have to move quick to preserve any semblance of who she used to be.