Nine months later, Circe pondered what was occurring in her pastures. Regarding her cattle, more specifically. Damon was completely at ease with being a bull. Of course, any man would, opposite to being an ox. All mortal men desired to be this paragon of virility. As an animal, they could display there massive testicles and mount cows and heifers under unbelieving and impressed stares. If bulls had been symbols of male power and strength for millennia, it was not for nothing! And Damon had adjusted so well that all the cows he had been presented with were now pregnant, with promises of fine offspring to result from such coupling. The transformed human had taken his mission most seriously and had wasted no time in mounting happily all the cows, delighted at ejaculating inside such willing females. None were insensitive to his torrents of testosterone! Well... If three cows were waiting to be mothers, one was still without baby to arrive. Damon found odd that this one had been so unwilling and mooing in utter distress at the sight of him coming towards her. Oh, and the sight of his massive penis unsheathing itself had rendered her completely panicked, have her stomping away in utter terror. All of which had baffled Damon and even nuzzling her and licking her hide tenderly had done nothing at all!... Used to having all females kneel before his new body, Damon figured that this arrival was new and that she was just a little nervous. Once she had his virile member within her, she'd be sucked into a vortex of pleasure and demand more. Damon had indeed let his considerations of others far behind, along with his other human guilt and considerations. But the new cow mooed in complete hate, kicking and shouting, wailing at the top of her voice, and after Damon was done she clearly had no pleasure or love for him. Each time he overpowered her with much facility, but she never loved him back. Maybe she needed to get pregnant to finally be happy? Damon had no idea the cow was his former stepfather, so he could only force himself upon her thinking he was great enough to have her change her mind.
As for Circe, she felt delighted at seeing Lamont so distressed. It was just too bad that he was not pregnant yet. Now THAT would be even more humiliating fore him. And Damon had been so talented at being a bull, Circe wondered what he'd be as minotaur. So she changed him again, making him a muscular, athletic man with the same bull features. Was he handsome!
"Damon. Let's see if you like being a minotaur now. In fact, try to get that idiotic cow pregnant. She resists you when she possesses no sensible reason to to do so. Show her who's boss! She should be lucky to have you mount her!"
Damon bowed and nodded, grateful for his new appearance. He rushed to the small paddock where Lamont was isolated in and with his massive muscles, indeed worthy of a bovine god, grappled the poor cow and penetrated her with bellowing roars, again and again. Lamont could only take it again and again, regretting all he had done to Damon. And Damon felt he now possessed new needs, even more demanding than before. He WOULD get this snobby and difficult and ingrate cow pregnant. He WOULD. It was now a matter of honor. And he would ALWAYS honor his own impressive virility.