Clay scanned the computer screen and then grinned. "We have a whole bunch of cows out there in need of a good fuck. How about being a bull?"
"Man, they stink and have to deal with flies and shit. How about..." But Adam's protest got cut off as his buddy pressed Enter on the keyboard. The words caught in Adam's throat, making him cough and then grunt, and finally bellow. Hands went numb and his body twisted violently as everything swelled out and changed. Everything was happening so fast that Adam barely had time to be confused before the world settled back down. He swung his head around slowly, staring at the young humans who were now all jabbering nonsense and pointing at him. He felt massive, heavy, immovable - and perfectly normal. The sharp musky odor of his own body was comforting, as was the thick paste of cud that he regurgitated and chewed absently.
One of the humans, the one Adam known since he was a calf, came over and spoke nonsense to him. Adam snuffled at him, leaving a trail of slimy mucus on the human's arm. The human seemed unhappy, and spoke more nonsense, though Adam recognized the sound that was what the human called him. Adam. That confused him again - the image in his head connected to Adam was of a tall, dark-haired human male. He had been that human. It was hard to even think such an abstract idea, and Adam struggled to follow the thought.
He was a bull. But he had been a human. The humans had turned him into a bull. He was a bull. The thought came full circle and he simply accepted what was obviously true. It didn't matter that he had been a human before. He was a bull. He did not like the idea of being a bull. He did not dislike the idea of being a bull. He could not conceive of being anything but a bull. Adam relaxed, still chewing his cud. He was a bull.