Joe's bovine semen shooter has re-sheathed itself now that it's done what it came outside to do. He feels his bodily warmth enveloping it and looks down at the neat tube-like mound of skin fused seamlessly into his midsection. So much length, so much hardness, so much pleasure, lurking down inside his belly like a buried treasure. Hiding from the rest of the world, but not from Joe. It would pounce out of its holster like a harpoon again the instant it thought he needed it. Not the slightest bit human, but useful. Pleasurable. His.
Joe traced a finger down the prominent male organ he was equipped with now. Or rather, the close-hugging sheath it was cozily tucked away in. He sniffed again through his widely spaced nostrils, the potent scent of his semen joining the self-identifying allure of his urine and the appetizing aroma of the surrounding foliage. He opened his mouth to say something surprisingly nice (though possibly a bit lewd) to his captors for once, but it only came out as another bellow. It made him wonder why he'd made that sound more loudly during his orgasm and why he was able to smell so many things so clearly. He reached up with the one of his hands and explored his face with it. He couldn't seem to feel a separate nose anymore. He did manage to finger around inside a huge wet nostril on the left hand corner of his face, right above his puffy upper lip.
"MOOOOOO...."
His lips and throat wouldn't see to cooperate to say regular words any longer. Then he felt his face grow longer. Bones cracked and surged, his mouth stretched, his eyes got pushed apart by a widening flat shelf where his nose bridge used to be. Each crack rattled his brain and jostled his skull. He closed his eyes and mooed again, desperate for it to finish, or reverse itself, or just finish whatever was going to happen! Finally, it stopped. He took deep breaths. LONG breaths through a cavernous mouth and far-away nostrils. He opened his eyes again. He saw the cultists in front of him, and also the ones BEHIND him with his wider vision! He rubbed the last few aches out of his bulky new snout. He tried one more time to talk, but his voice sounded even more bovine through the acoustics of his new mouth shape, and his tongue just flopped around awkwardly in ways that didn't make human speech sounds. He stuck his new tongue out in front of him. Fascinated, he found it longer. Curiously, he lipped his licks with it, and then unexpectedly managed to probe it up into one of his nostrils.
* I just licked my nose! I just licked my nose! * -- he wasn't able say out loud. But the airway felt clearer, and the smells got more vivid. And that grass around him, oh it smelled so tantalizing! He hasn't eaten anything today, and his stomach is now rumbling intensely. It is his stomach? It kind of feels like it. He feels a gaping empty chamber that's crying out to be filled, causing him to lick his lips some more. But somehow it doesn't feel like just ONE empty chamber the way it usually would. At least two (three? FOUR?!) gaping pits of emptiness inside him fuel an urge to binge greater than he's ever felt. And consider he loves lounging around and eating anyway, that's saying something! But what exactly around here can he eat?