He pushed to subdue the chaotic, belligerent thoughts of the bull he had become, thanks to the workings of the ingenious Chronivac.
Or, as he gazed down at the floor, the former Chronivac, now out of reach thanks to the broken laptop that he had demolished beneath his new hooves.
What could he do now? Would he be stuck as a bull without access to the Chronivac's program?
The only tingling he felt now consisted of the uneasy sensation in his stomach as he realized how badly he had fucked up.
Trapped as a big, dumb, one-ton bull. Just a big brute. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he felt his big bull cock harden as he considered the inescapable facts. In his distress, he tried again to call for help, producing only more of the bovine bellowing.
This time, he heard a response, but not one he welcomed.
"See? I tell you… it's from in there!"
He recognized the voice of his next-door neighbor, Mr. Patel. When he had been a teenager in high school, he had done odd jobs for the old man. But the old guy was also a neighborhood troublemaker, and there was no way Bryan wanted to be seen like this. He forced himself to stay quiet, but he heard the garage door opening, leaving him no place to hide.
"Well, I'll be damned," came the astonished comment from one of the two uniformed police officers accompanying Mr. Patel.
Bryan tossed his heavy head, banging one of his horns against the garage wall.
"What do we do now?" The first officer's partner asked.
The officer instructed his partner to check the house. "See if anyone is home," he said.
"That animal cannot stay here," Mr. Patel said.
"We just have to check and see if the owners are home," the officer tried to calm Mr. Patel. "Don't worry. We won't allow this big guy to roam through the neighborhood."
Bryan snorted and bellowed again, experimenting with efforts to form some sort of recognizable word. "Noooo," he managed in his bellowing way, but that didn't exactly communicate anything worthwhile.
"We have regulations in this community," the upset Mr. Patel was noting in his usual agitated manner.
"Maybe you better step out of the garage, sir," the first officer said, noting that bulls could be unpredictable.
That seemed to convince Mr. Patel, who have a wary glance in Bryan's direction as he slipped back into the driveway. The other officer returned with the news that he had found the house empty.
"Get on the horn then and tell animal control we have a really big customer waiting for collection."
Bryan panicked. They thought he was a real animal. He swung his head and started for the door, but the shocked officers both drew their weapons in shocking haste. With the police guns trained on him, Bryan stopped in his tracks.
He lowered his head and tried to look non-threatening. Would they really shoot him?
"I think he's OK now," the lead officer noted. "Get on out and get animal control here, pronto."
Left alone with the big bull, the officer shook his head. "What was someone thinking?"
Bryan agreed. What had he been thinking to ever turn himself into a bull? It had been stupid.
By now, a police car and the agitated Mr. Patel had begun to draw a crowd of curious onlookers. The other officer now had to perform crowd control to keep people away from the garage. Peering with his big eyes beyond the garage, he saw faces he recognized in the crowd.
He also saw the arrival of the animal control truck, which was towing a livestock trailer behind it. Two men stepped out of the truck and approached the officers for a lively discussion of what to do next.
"We could just trank him, but if we knock him out, he's going to collapse. We'd need a forklift to load an unconscious animal that big!"
After some discussion, they hit on the idea of slowly backing the trailer into the garage. The idea wasn't that far-fetched. As the trailer backed into the garage, Bryan was herded to the back of the available space. One of the animal control employees and the lead officer stood in the narrow space on either side of the trailer armed with a strange-looking prod. When Bryan tried to squeeze into the space on the left, he discovered the nature of the prod when he got a painful jolt to his snout.
He bellowed from the pain, but the men just continued to block his path. He was finally left with the only open space available to him being inside the trailer. He saw some scattered straw on the scratched metal bed of the trailer. He continued to resist entering.
"Maybe we will just have to tranquilize him," one of them said.
Finally, deciding he'd rather be conscious and alert, ready to find a way out of his mess, Bryan stepped forward and entered the carrier. When he advanced far enough, someone slammed the door closed behind him and a loud cheer went up from the crowd outside the garage.
He peered through the bars of the trailer, dejected as it looked like the entire neighborhood cheered his eviction from his own home.
"Where you taking him?" The officer asked the two animal control officers as Mr. Patel stood by.
Bryan hadn't thought that far ahead. Of course, they would take him somewhere. He listened attentively for the answer.
"Somewhere far from here, I hope," said Mr. Patel.
One of the animal control personnel slapped on the bars of the carrier. "We're taking him to..."