Ben seeing there the young and foolish man named Paul as languishing his knowing he would become a four legged beast, had then Ben thinking, recalling the fun times and few thrills he had so enjoyed when being a stud donkey. The thought of his now then returning to being as living likely permanently as some different animal, had some apprehension and some inkling of future delights.
This woman, she his personal demon and master, what she had as a planned use for him he stood there wondering if she had need for another bull?
Paul the soon to be a Gurnsey bull sat looking pained and anxious about what was forced upon him as his new self and future endeavor. Ben had seen such bulls, and they being similar to most bull animals, had something Ben felt a disliking, that being the squared bony rump , high set tail and the way when he would need to poop his crap would plaster his rump and make it icky.
Ben had seen other bulls, as liked rather the Angus breeds, as well the Santa Gertrudis bulls of Texas, and thought they were better formed than were the common bony milker type male animals.
After having waited a seemingly long while for the woman to return, Ben took to wandering away, leaving Paul to his personal bit of hell. Oddly invigorated by the smells of the barn and the pens out behind it, what he when being a donkey did tickle his passion, was again making Ben to languish about his returning to living a life as one naked brute animal.
Bound in by fences from wandering, kept to the more basic standards of personal hygiene, insect and flea bothered making the tail as busy, he, Ben had to smile about his past times when being a donkey. Fun times and donkey fantasies still could arouse Ben and make his penis react similar to when he was naked before the world. His masculinity he cherished, and had a dire hope that the woman when she might return, would make of him another male and not a female for some purposed use.
If by science or magic that he, Ben were given his preferred choice as how to live his lifetime, he would rather be as the male organ of some grand stud Percheron draft horse. When he was a donkey, Ben had the chanced meeting of someone who was made a Percheron horse to draw a carriage to and from the grand hotel. He had eyed from his lowly, lowered viewpoint the sheath, scrotum and a penis that hung like a fence-post from the sheath. Ben had so much found the thought of being a horse's cock as his greatest delight, he being a donkey gained an erection and masturbated from wishing he was but the male organ to a huger stud animal.
"Baa..., Naa..., " Ben heard the seemingly moaned as groaning cry coming from inside a small barn cubical.
Ben peered over the top edge of the four foot tall door to the stall, and saw there an all black male goat. The buck goat stood bleating his thoughts for anyone willing to listen. As Ben looked down at the goat, it cocked its head to peer up at Ben.
"Were you born a goat, or did you become what you are by way of some bit of weird science?" Ben said, he asking the poor beast to respond, given a two answerable question what the beast had no ability to give a reasonable reply.
"He came here looking for employment," said a familiar female voice to Ben. "He said he was more than willing to accept any position, although he never imagined what sort of work and his physical position he would be for doing what I had a need then and still for him to accomplish. Ken became a very proper buck goat. He was of his self as a very horny male, and by becoming a buck goat, his horny feelings turned into herd sire ambitions. As much he wants to tell of his many adventures from becoming a goat, Kenny has some seemingly inbred moral characteristics that mating of doe goats seems to make him act as a gentleman.
You have tried life from standing on hoofs and being a stud male, as this should be good training, as what I truly need is a Tamworth breed, black boar to mate my sows. You have a choice of remaining mostly a human but gifted with the sheath, penis, and much enlarged testicles of a boar, living inside the main house, but when called upon, you then entering the sow pens and mate with the sows, or become as is a brute boar animal, I give you that choice!" She said, she the woman and manager there at the farm...