The day began with a surprise and troubles of a frantic and angry mother to Eric prodding to know where her son was; as the day could get worse. Mr. Morrison went back to doing his daily duties and planned to saddle Jasper for a ride while Jared was in hiding. He stopped to watch as Danny the pony went after a mare he had service already three times, but her scent suggested she was still feeling her estrus.
"Good morning Mr. Morrison," yelled then Carl. He had stayed away for three days and Jared's dad had forgotten the youth knew about the magic Jared wheeled.
"Yes, hello there Carl, what can I do for you?" Mr. Morrison asked.
"I came to talk with Jared but I see there Jasper in his stall, and no doubt Jared is in there with him." Carl said, as he smiled and gave Mr. Morrison a eye wink.
"Yes, I think my son has found something he enjoys more than chasing girls." Mr. Morrison said, and Carl replied to that, as said, "Girls are crazy, but a horny mare is willing; hey I see you got now a pony stallion and three pony mares, are they anyone I might know?"
"Nope, the three mares arrived her to get bred and Danny boy is doing them proper!" Mr. Morrison replied, as he turned his back toward Carl and smiled, thinking how Eric was enjoying his fun fantasy being a pony stallion.
"I came looking to ask Jared for a possible try at being a horse, but with Jasper, Danny, and three mares, your barn is full for now. I had it planned just right, as my dad left on one of his Asian excursions, six weeks of touring as a tour guide. Mom left home too, she went to visit my older sister, she had a baby and things are not going as she planned, so mom went to help.
Imagine, I have six weeks of doing nothing during summer and knowing what Jared can do, I had my hopes to give bestiality a valiant try."
"Sorry, but for the next few days my son is busy. If I know of any openings what might be of interest to you, I have your phone number." That said and Mr. Morrison picked up a hay fork, his cell phone buzzed.
"Hello, Morrison farm, Bob Morrison speaking," Mr. Morrison said, as he listened to the man calling he looked at Carl. "Okay, I can have him there tomorrow, if he doesn't give me any trouble, yup I will call in the morning!"
"Hey Carl, I just got a possible job for you if your willing to help the next four weeks?' Mr. Morrison made an offer.
"Really, me, a horse for four weeks, day and night, but doing what?" Carl asked, he suddenly acting quite jovial.
"Well for four weeks but not as a horse, Mr. Bensen operates a cattle feed lot and he breeds beef cattle, his aged pedigree Devon bull just up and died, and he has need of a loaner bull, you interested?" Mr. Morrison asked of Carl.
"Me a bull, what is a Devon bull, and me breeding with cows?" Carl asked, he sounding rather sad he could not be a horse.
"A red Devon, as a short but stocky bull, red curly fur, big balls, and a cock capable to impregnate most any cow, and you having sex for four weeks, day and night if you wish!" Mr. Morrison said, as he then stood waiting for Carl. In his mind, Mr. Morrison saw Carl as another liability, he knew too much about the happenings there at the farm.
"Let me check my tack room, I had a red Devon bull some ten plus years ago." Mr. Morrison said as he walked across the barn to enter the tack room. "Yup, here we are, one brown big bull head halter, if you are ready?"
"Yea, why not," Carl replied, "What is first or next?"
"First, strip as in naked, no jewelry, everything, put your stuff in this box for safe keeping.
Second, take hold of this Medallion, loop the silver chain around your wrist.
Third, let me don over your head this halter, no bit in the mouth, that is for horses, not a bull!
As ready, the changes should begin soon, yes, I see your red fur beginning to sprout.
I suspect you might feel some discomfort as your digestive system rearranges to being that of a bovine.
Head hurting any, as your skull is swelling bigger, nose and mouth merging to form your muzzle.
Here, raise your muzzle, as this will hurt, I am setting into your nostrils this stainless steel ring, yup that hurts!
What is that, did you just bellow your first ever true Moo?
Note your arms becoming fore legs and fingers, they merging to be cloven hoofs.
I could give you a sedative, it will put you to sleep through the tougher transforming of your pelvic region, groin, the burrowing of your bovine sheath, and the snapping of human heels becoming hind leg hocks.
Just you wait, as your balls will swell to weighing two pounds each, and your belly mounted sheath will hold a sixteen inch long bull penis.
Here, open your mouth and stick you tongue out, as there, swallow those two pills.
You should feel weary, tired, and then sleepy, as lie back, and I will awaken you when the changes finally finish.
That there boy, lie back, let the sleep take you, so when you awake you will meet Satan, he was my pedigree Devon breed bull!" Mr. Morrison said as he controlled Carl into accepting his becoming a bovine and bull. As from what Jared informed Eric that being changed to animal form was limited to fourteen days unless he wished to make his pony self as then permanent. As for Carl, four weeks of him being a Devon breed bull was 28 days, assuring his bullish self to being permanently a herd-sire bull."
As best he could, Carl stretched his muzzle lips to offer a smile before sleep took him down.