As the young man continued to masturbate the bull, the thick shaft suddenly erupted with a firehose spray of yellow, cloudy urine that drenched the teen's front. He just laughed and then turned in place so that he was totally soaked with the bull's piss. "Guess I won't need a shower tonight." That caused laughter from the audience which got louder as the young man's clothing began to disintegrate. His shirt slid off first, quickly followed by his jeans, shorts, socks, and even the boots. His wet skin glistened and his shaggy hair was matted and dripping, but the young man did not seem to notice. He had locked eyes with the beast and seemed mesmerized.
Madame Illusia walked around the minotaur and teen. Then she reached up and placed her fingertips on the jutting brow of the minotaur and the smooth brow of the teen. The minotaur's tail lifted and it deposited a pile of greenish manure on the ground behind it. At the same time, the young man dropped a matching, if smaller, pile of his own. The teen also began to pound erect, and it was obvious that his cock and balls were getting larger and darker.
"I think you have had enough time to examine my minotaur. Why don't you return to your seat, now?" Madame Illusia waved a hand between the minotaur and teen, and the young man blinked and then shook his head. "Oh, uh. Yeah. Thanks." Several audience members gasped when he turned to go back to his seat, for his eyes were now the huge liquid brown orbs of a bull, his skull distorted to accommodate them. His hair was also different, now coarser and thicker like the matt of a bull. Still naked, stinking of bull pee and having some of his own bull crap on his feet, the young man went back to his seat. He was oblivious to his own changes, or even of the reaction of those around him as they moved away from him.
Madame Illusia grinned. "Our young cowboy is becoming a bull. A fine and handsome animal that will service the cattle of his ranch for years to come. By tomorrow morning he will have completed his transformation physically. And as you might have noticed, he is already adjusting to his new future mentally." She spoke to the young man directly. "Tell me what you are and about your life and future."
The young man blinked his bovine eyes and then said very matter-of-factly "I'm a two year-old Hereford bull, champion bloodline, about 1500 pounds but I'll grow up to be about 1800 pounds." Even as he spoke, his muscles swelled and his body expanded. "I graze, shit, sleep, and fuck. I will graze, shit, sleep and fuck for another 16 or so years until I can't fuck any more, and then I'lll be slaughtered for meat." That caused some gasps from the audience. The young man looked at them curiously. "I'm a bull. That's the life of a bull. What's wrong with that?" The chair creaked as he got larger, and a dusting of hair began to appear over his skin.
"Nothing at all." Madame Illusia chuckled. "I think you should start back to your herd now. You want to get inside the fence before you are too changed to work the latch."
The changing young man frowned a little, looking like he was having trouble thinking. "Oh, uh, yeah. I won't have hands." he stood and made his way back to the aisle. Almost everyone gave him plenty of space as he shuffled past. He headed for the exit, but stopped when Madame Illusia asked "Is there anything you want to say to me?"
The now very coarse-featured man-bull blinked at her in confusion a moment, then grunted and said "Oh. Thank you, ma'm."