Ruffled thick curls of hair adorned the peak of his head, Ken eyed this and how from there sprouted the nubs of what would soon grow horns. He felt of his face as it changed. Even his darkening skin that felt of leather which covered his hands gave him a brute sensation he liked.
The more he watched the changes come and turn human to some mythical beast, Ken gave a bellowing chuckle, delighted at what he saw happening.
Soon with broad nostrils and lips forming a bovine muzzle, Ken began to realize just how bestial he was becoming.
A short lived thought to stop all of what was happening came and went as from his belly sheath came a undeniable urge.
Male bovine bestial passion began to take control of the young male human. His sudden lagging desire to mount and mate something, anything, was fast becoming his most favored' desire.
The welling forth of his bovine desire brought him further changes. His shoulders broadened, gaining great heft and massive muscles. He watched in helpless abandonment as his shoulders became coated in tough black hide and then sprouted a pelt of black hair.
As horns grew outward, curving as they stood out tall and of their form gained in girth and length; Ken felt the weight of his great head cause his neck to grow with massive new strength.
"Minotaur," Ken thought the word, as speaking through bovine black lips was nearly impossible. He thought of the word, a title, and his new description of self.
Soon enough the raw bestial sensations gave him a fully bovine erection and as he contemplated this, the Minotaur changes roared in every direction about his body.
Sensually motivated groaning had Ken sounding like some bull feeling the lust of rut. As he gripped his aching long and pinkish shaft the weight of his testicles changed from measured by ounces to the size weighed in pounds.
He stood humped over his chest of drawers, eying himself in his mirror. Ken hunched with every new and aching rack of guttural pain, his shaft ready to burst or bust from the pressure building in his balls.
Growth and pains blended as Ken could but watch and long for the torture to end.
"Enjoy my good graces you shall very soon, be mine, become as what I would wish and join me yet as a creature willing and ready to doom and damn others like what your were!" The voice of what said itself to be as Lucifer boomed inside Ken's very bovine shaped head.
A tickling itch of some extremely sensual pleasure began to taunt at Ken, the feeling coming from out the end of his spine, just above where his anus then set wide and visible, open to the sun and air. It became the growing point of a bovine tail. The links sprouting like domino's falling, as one by one they formed, joined, and became for Ken his tail.
Spreading changes moved south as human thighs flattened, growing wide as if bovine and making his stifle groin deeper.
Heels became stout hocks as size thirteen "B' feet grew longer, growing and gaining massive strength. The human toes melded and merged, making fine and hard cloven hoofs for the Minotaur creature to walk, run, and rise up to hump.
Grunting his thoughts to a demon or devil, Ken through his sensual agony begged to know more of why and how he should come to live his changed life.