Your baby began growing as soon as he left your womb and after ten minutes you see your offspring:
A muscular boy who seemed to be about six years old, but with muscles and a huge hairy dick who seemed out of place on his small body.
But what looked even more out of place was the hairy bull head he had, compile with sharp horns, red bull's eyes and a bull's snout.
Great so the machine inseminated you with bull cum and you gave birth to this hybrid. Perhaps this explain your constant milking?
Just as you finally step out of this horrible machine your son spoke his first words: "Get on your knees and suck me, you cow!"
Somehow you feel proud about your son and without any thoughts you go down on your knees, when the young minotaur rammed his meatstick
into your eager mouth.
"That's good mom. Just like a good cow, you will always do what your bull wants you to do. Don't care about thinking. That's what males are for,
you dumb cow."
You felt his words soaking up into your mind. He is right. You are a dumb cow, just good for breeding, milking and fucking. Why do you wanna
even think for yourself?
After you sucked him dry, your son fastened a collar with a cowbell around your neck and led you out of the facility on a leash, crouching on all
fours.