Chad lay on the damp straw for what seemed like an eternity. At least he had his manhood back, but he still felt empty without Rick wearing him. A beam of sunlight came through the open barn door and rested on him. He felt so good. He closed his eyes and basked in the sun. A shadow crossed over him blocking the sun. He opened his eyes, and raised his hand to shade his eyes so he could see the silohuetted figure. He raised his hand? He looked down at his chest and legs, and the huge black penis and scrotum hanging between his thighs.
"So you ready to help out around the farm?" Rick asked.
Chad ran his hand down his rapidly hardening cock.
"Whu-" Chad managed to say, as something wet and spongy hit him in the jaw like a slimy boxing glove.
"Yeah, you're even well endowed for a bull," Rick laughed, "Bit too big for Meghan now, but Elsie and Betsy would be able to accommodate you, Chad."
"What did you do to me?"
"Isn't it obvious, I gave Achilles equipment. Now we got 50 cows that need breeding. Get to work, and then you can eat."
"You're kidding right?"
"Nope. You're horny as hell, and the cows are in heat. If you want your own manhood back eventually, you'll do as you're told."
"I'm not going to be your Speedo again," snarled Chad. He could smell something coming from the nearby stalls. A cow lowed softly.
"Yes, you will Chad, and you'll be so happily. The only way to put your manhood back is to remove the leather drawstring and replace it with your own drawstring," sighed Rick. "I've got the shit job today, mucking the barn out. You just go make the lady cows happy. It'll be our little secret."
Rick picked up a shovel and headed to the back of the barn.
Chad stumbled a bit. His new bull cock and ball were screwing up his sense of balance. He made his way to the first stall, it was labelled Bessy.
"Hey, Bessy, you come here often?" Chad asked scratching his head. He didn't want to, but damn he really needed to. He plopped down on a nearby hay bale and sighed, "I can't do it."
He could hear Rick's shovel scraping the floor in the back of the barn. He got up and left the barn. He blinked in the bright sunlight. He noticed how hairy his arm had gotten. He checked out his chest and legs. All that extra testosterone seemed to be having an immediate impact on his body. Maybe if he found his drawstring, he could break this weird spell. The wooden steps creaked as he walked up to the porch in his bare feet. He opened the door, and froze. There was big mirror on the wall opposite the door. He was hairier than he thought. His hand went to two bumps on the top of his head, he was growing horns. He didn't just have the equipment of a bull, it seemed as though he was turning into one. He dashed through Rick's living room, and ran upstairs toward Rick's room. He hoped to find the answer there. He stumbled on the top step, and looked down to see his left foot was now a hoof.