ONE MONTH LATER
Dan grunted and stretched out as he came awake. The sun was just a glimmer on the horizon, but waking at dawn was his new normal, as was drifting off to sleep at dusk. A snort blew from his nostrils, and he felt his stomachs clench as part of his last grazing got pushed back up into his mouth to be rechewed. The first time he'd regurgitated cud had freaked him out, but that was days ago, and it was second nature to him now.
He shuffled over to the water trough, his massive body rippling with muscle and cloven hooves pressing into the ground. It was hard to be sure, but the changes appeared to have stopped yesterday. Of course, it would be hard to tell the difference between being a 1800 pound bull and an 2000 pound bull, but at this point it was just a matter of final size. Dan was now a Black Angus Bull, indistinguishable from a normal animal except for one rather unique feature. He could still talk.
As he slurped up water, there was a creak from the pen gate and a familiar voice called out "Nice ass!" Twisting his head around, Dave responded to Andrew with the standard reply - "I'm a bull, not a donkey!" His voice was rumbling and deep, and pronunciation was difficult, but so far Dave had been bale to keep communicating.
Andrew, his best friend and significant other, grinned and came over to rub the middle of Dan's thick forehead. It felt good, and Dan automatically pressed into his lover's fist. Using the other hand to rub one of Dan's ears, Andrew hesitated, then said "You're an animal now." That did not seem like a big deal, as Dan already was aware he had become a bull, and he said as much. Andrew sighed. "It's more than that, buddy. You have been reclassified from human subject to animal by the corporation, and the FDA signed off on it. Unless something major changes, you are now officially bovine. Even if you can still talk."
That should probably have bothered Dan a lot more, but the huge bull just gave a deep huff. "No big surprise. I should have read that contract closer - but who would have thought 'species determination rights' had any real meaning?"
Andrew leaned over and kissed Dan's nose, careful to aim for the dry spot on top. "I'll make sure they hold up their end of the deal. You get the best care and treatment available, even if you..." His voice trailed off.
"Even if I go feral, right?" Dan gave another huff. He really couldn't get worked up over any of this any more. He tried to tell himself that it was just common sense not to fight an unwinnable legal battle, but the truth was he had started to accept being a bull as normal. It was a little scary having this animal form and life feeling normal, but no matter how hard he tried Dan couldn't imagine being human any more. "It's happening. I thought my mind was OK, but last night I was outside and saw a red bucket with markings on it. I knew it was a fire bucket, but the written marks don't mean anything to me any more."
Andrew looked alarmed. "Shit! Did you tell anyone else? They're keeping you separate as long as you retain signs of sentience, but some of the researchers are already pushing to put you with a herd so you can start breeding."
"Makes sense. They intentionally turned me into a copy of a 1.5 million dollar breeder. Time to ...." Dan huffed again, working his mouth. "Time to get some of their money back." His pronunciation was worse this morning, but he didn't know if the trouble was his transforming body or mind.
"You're too big for me these days." Andrew sighed. "Guess you need to unload those magnificent balls." The huge testicles that had been the initial symptom of taking he pills Dan had signed up for now looked almost normal swinging between the legs of a massive bull. Andrew had helped a lot up until a week ago, when Dan's transformation suddenly kicked into high gear. Up to that point it had looked like he was becoming some sort of bull morph, a minotaur out of mythology. Then his hands and arms had shifted to forearms and cloven hooves overnight and the corporation had stepped in. Not surprisingly, a full animal conversion was the expected result, not an accident. Hence some of the odd, but now understandable legalese.
"They could probably make you into a cow." The suggestion seemed perfectly reasonable to Dan, and the thought of Andrew as an Angus cow sent a quiver through his loins.
Andrew shook his head. "The fact that you would even suggest that tells me your mind is going. I read up on the whole project. Your life expectancy as an Angus Bull is maybe ten more years. The human Dan wouldn't want me to die before I'm 40."
Dan snorted. "I guess. It's hard to work that kind of stuff out now. Sorry."
After looking around, Andrew moved so he could whisper in Dan's ear. "You might get your wish anyway. Something is going on with me. I think it is from all the times I sucked you off. Whatever was in the pills got into your bodily fluids, and ..."