Chad was furious. The kitchen held no clues. There were stairs going up to the second floor and stairs going down to the basement. He hesitated. He didn't want to be trapped upstairs or in the cellar if he changed completely into a bull. He recalled something about cows not being able to go down stairs, so he ruled that out pretty quickly. The basement was dark and smelled funny. If his captor returned, he might end up locked in the basement until the transformation was complete. He really should go to get help. He knew it was miles to the nearest house, and he was a naked minotaur. Anyone he encountered would likely try to shoot him. Maybe there is a phone in the-
He inhaled deeply. His bull penis rose to full mast and Chad stared at the massive red shaft that he had unsheathed. He was fucking huge.
He started to try to jerk off, but his hooves couldn't balance. He caught himself on the kitchen counter to keep from toppling over completely. Maybe he could lay in a pile of hay and jerk off? With his swishing tail regular furniture or the floor didn't seem like good options. While he leaned against the counter, he tried again with just one hand. His bate palm felt good, but his new bull penis was just too long to be properly milked with just one hand.
Damn, his animal urges took precedent. He lunged out the back kitchen door taking the screen door off its hinges, and trampling it to splinters under his back hooves. He dropped to all fours, and galloped toward the fenced pasture where the cows were grazing. His fingers smushed in the mud and dust as he ran on all fours.
When he reached the fence he stood, and vaulted over the top rail. His hooves sank in the soft pasture. He fell forward burying his splayed right hand in a fresh warm mushy cow paddy. He grimaced. At least his left hand missed one of those stinky landmines. He wiped his soiled hand off on clean grass, and then rose to his back hooves he awkwardly sauntered toward the nearest source of pheromones.
A black and white heifer took a step away from him. He continued toward her.
"Well, howdy lady, fancy a roll in the hay?" Chad cringed as he spoke. He had better pickup lines than that. Mist be his brain was changing too?
The cow said, "Moo?"
Chad paused. How would a bull say it in cow language.
He tentatively said, "Moo, Moo, moo?" He shook his head. He snorted. The scent was overwhelming his senses.
Nature took control. Chad bellowed.