"Do tell, what is it like, you being a bull?" Jacob thought to ask of the bull, knowing then that the bull was not born a bovine.
"Yawn..., of what you ask is from past experiences, and if offered to be again as human, I dare say I would accept the proposition. As my bet of you, you like becoming more and more each day as soon to become like me, only as a yearling size bull.
When I changed, I became as a yearling bull, mature enough to feel the horniness from becoming a male animal. I was big enough to begin mounting and would hit the mark, mating with heifer equal my size, height, and weight. Those heifer have the softest as slick cunts, my bullish cock slid in with ease, and like a true-born bull, I ejaculated almost the instant my cock had entered the heifer. Bulls do it quick-style, no lingering with you cock in-set deep and almost no thrusting.
As you change and mature into becoming a bull, your animal instincts tend to deny you of the lingering delights what equines seem to enjoy while joined. Cows and heifer alike tend to try to walk away while you the bull are horny for want of sex. After hundreds of failed to just able to get a quick thrill from breeding, I let my instincts rule and my sexual fantasies dwindle. I leap up, mounting a cow rump, my cock partially erect. If I am lucky, the cock tip get inside the cow, and from the heated sensation I climax as does she and we walk off to find some other nice fun doing whatever.
Cows come into season twice a year, and when they are content, I get upset, angry, feeling horny with no viable way to sate my bullish feeling of lust." The bull thought to Jacob, as he ceased his hot moves, and stood, hearing the opinions of a man changed into being a real herd-sire bull.
"Holy cow, as from what your thoughts are, I am wondering why i would want to lose what I was, what I am, what I had, to become a lonely big bull." Jacob thought, he beginning to ponder his human ideals about bulls, and life they live as living sex machines.