John had so wanted to discover his lost friend and finding out as to where he went, of what he wished form and became, their being as bulls had John changing his mind about his friend. As Jared pranced to meet and mingle with the cattle herd, John walked to a place up-wind. He knew that from his becoming a bull and animal his sensory nose and tongue would drive him to distraction if he had a sniff of a cow in heat.
If by acting like he were born or wished to stay a bull, John knew then he would remain as he was, a bull, soon a herd sire, and live a shorter life than if he were again human. It was his choice, and he felt determined to strive to regain his being human, the son of his father and not an item of property.
Days passed, and though John did need deal with how he had to eat, as grazing, he kept away from the herd.
"John what is wrong with you, the cows are in estrus, they want me to mate with them, but there are too many for just me to be the only herd bull. Come, join me, try being a herd sire, and trust me, you will quickly learn to like the feelings!" Jared said, in mentally contacting his friend, beckoning him to come and become a true bull.
Day five, and John while grazing forgot to pay proper attentions as to where the cow herd was grazing. Actually, it was goofy Jared being weary from mating so many cows, that he moved the herd to surround his friend, and strive to arouse John to begin acting like the bull he had become by choice.
John raised his big head to find his muzzle within inches of a cow rump. He was so stunned by the smell, he had not enough time to move away, as the cow raised her tail and from her twat shot a hot stream of her urine, it plastering John across his muzzle.
Staggered by the rank scent, John became aroused, his bullish pink colored cock sliding out from its furry sheath, and into the cool breeze blowing across the pasture. Maybe it was the breeze that bolstered in John the want to mount the cow, or it was his personal ambition to try mating like a bull with a cow, he having watched his farm cattle doing their act of breeding as if the bull found it more to his finding it thrilling.
John bellowed his fears as he stood mounted and his cock tip just inches from that fateful touching of the cow vulva. Had his cock touched the leathery lips of cowish sex, his cock would by nature spear inside the cow, he then ejaculating quickly, and sealing his fate as future to remain being a bull.
"No, no, no," John thought to himself, he seeing his friend Jared standing nearby, Jared offering his friend John as much of a smile as he could using bovine lips.
John leaped off the cow butt, and hitting the ground with all fours, he charged through the herd, running to a safe place upwind.
"John, John, why did you dismount and run away, you are a bull now, act like a bull!" Jared communicating as much sounded to John like his friend was demanding of John to act as should, would a born bull.
Day six had John locked into a barn stall for the day, the farm manager taking visual note that the black bull stayed away from the herd and might be sickly.
Day seven, the last day of the supposed week of John being a bull animal and herd sire. Luckily, he was kept safe inside the barn and his stall, or until the Buckle-spirit came to him, offering a returning to him being again as human, or mostly human considering he had got branded like a bull.