The 14th day of Bryan's bovine transformation started differently.
As his dream disintegrated into the shadowy recesses of his mind, he tried to focus.
The bull shoved its head through the bars of a heavy gate and drank water from a trough.
Bryan worried. "That wasn't me..."
The bull's own instincts had marshaled against him, shoving aside Bryan's preoccupation with regaining human form and replacing it with its own priorities. At the moment, that involved slaking its thirst. It hadn't waited for the human interloper to allow it to drink.
Bryan tried again to regain control. "If I can... I need..." He could almost see the sleek Chronivac unit in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember the name of the device.
Outside the stall, hooves churned up the barn's dirt floor as a cow entered. Bryan's nostrils flared as the cow's distinctive scent overwhelmed him. The bull retracted its head through the bars of the gate and tossed its head back, shaking its horns from side to side. He bellowed loudly and pawed the ground.
Bryan felt like he was drowning, sinking... as great tides of animalistic urges crashed against his attempts at rational thoughts and battered them to the ground. His cock slipped from its furred sheath. He urinated on the ground in his stall. He stomped his hooves and continued to shake his head.
The solid walls of the stall remained intact despite the efforts of the one-ton bull. The gate at the front of the stall remained immune to his head butting. He bellowed. He ached to bury his cock into the cow that stood so close but beyond his reach. Heavy balls, hanging low, churned with his bovine seed. Flies swarmed about his massive head. A few broke from the swarm and descended onto the urine-encrusted ground beneath the bull's feet to suck essential minerals and salts.
Bryan tried one last time to regain the upper hand. The bull responded, shoving aside the feeble psyche, walling it off as surely as the stall walled off the bull physically from the rest of the barn. Bryan screamed, but the noise no longer bothered the bull. The bovine mind was tired of shunting aside its natural instincts for the unwelcome intruder. It wanted to be a bull. It would be a bull!
The cow had wandered out of the barn. The bull bellowed so loudly the sound almost rocked the walls of the barn.