Derrick had already started to change back to a human when the Minotaur came to the gate. He staggered on hind legs that rapidly became his only legs, with arms and a humanoid body forming as he made his way to the opening. The further he got from the cows, the less interest he had in mounting them. How had that been so fulfilling? He could still feel the total contentment, and the sense of accomplishment each mating had provided. But he had wasted the whole two weeks mounting cows! He could have done so much more. Sighing, he let the Minotaur open the gate and trudged back towards the Spa.
They were halfway there when he noticed that while he no longer had fur, his skin was still coal black. And shouldn't he be much shorter? Derrick frowned in confusion. He hadn't been anywhere near this muscular, and the sexual equipment between his powerful thighs looked to be a match for the minotaur's. Although there were some further changes, Derrick entered the Spa looking a lot different than he had when his family first arrived. A mirror provided his first real look at what two weeks as a bull had done. If you had known him before, you would still recognize Derrick's features. But he was almost two feet taller, built like a professional athlete, and was literally hung like a bull. He was also totally jet black, skin, nails and hair. Except for the whites of his eyes and his teeth, he was the opposite of an albino.
They reached the information desk well ahead of the rest of his family, and the receptionist grinned as she looked him over. "Melanism. And some leftover bull. You should have quite an interesting future like that." Although Derrick wasn't upset, he was puzzled. "I thought guests always went home normal?" The young woman nodded. "And that is completely normal for you. Now." She saw his family approaching and gestured for him to face them.
Derrick was amazed to see his sister had green hair and eyes, and her skin had a greenish cast, as if she was grown from a plant. His father was far more heavyset, with coarse features that made Derrick think of a pig. And his mother had pointed ears and was taller and thinner. They all wore thier usual clothing, even though Derrick remained naked. None of them seemed to notice Derrick's changes or exposure. "Ready to head home, sport?" His dad's voice even sounded like a pig's grunt.
There was no doubt that his father had spent time with pigs, his sister with Dryads, and his mother with Elves. This was thier new 'normal.' The receptionist grinned and looked up at Derrick. "Well, I am sure you have a lot of friends who will be happy to see you. All of you." Julie, his sister, rolled her eyes. "My exhibitionist brother. If he isn't screwing a cow back home, he's getting a hand job from one of the guys. And at least two of the cows he's mated with started out as teammates on the football team!"
His now-Elven mother chuckled. "Don't be jealous, even if he has given us a half-dozen grandbabies. Remember that all of his offspring are cattle. We'll probably have part of one for dinner in a few years."