Trevor entered into the house after he finished his chores. The smell of cooking food filled his nose as he walked past the kitchen. He looked through the door to see his mother busy cooking several pots. He could smell several foods cooking, including greens, steak, and potatoes.
"Smells good, mom," Trevor said as he stopped by the kitchen.
"Well, I hope so," Irma said in reply. "I've been working night and day over this stove. I hope Melissa and her father like this food." She turned to see Trevor standing in the door dripping wet. "Now, look at you. You're dripping all over my floor."
"Sorry, ma," Trevor said rather sheepishly, "I was working hard on the chores when the storm came in. I got the work done, though."
"That's good," Irma said as she stirred some of her gravy, "Now stop dripping on my floor and get up to your room to change. And send Anna down. I'm gonna need her help getting this stuff ready before Mel gets here."
"Sure, ma," Trevor replied as he moved away from the doorway. He clambered upstairs before stopping at Anna's room to see her and Clint watching TV. He knocked on the door to get the attention of Anna Bell.
"Hey, T," she said as she looked over to see who was knocking on her door. "Wow, you're soaking wet."
"Yeah, well, it's storming outside," Trevor said as he pointed towards the window. "Ma wants you to go downstairs and help her make the food. She said she needs help."
Anna Bell sighed as she got up. "Fine," she said, "I'll be right down."
Satisfied with her answer, Trevor stopped by the bathroom to grab a towel before heading to his room.
Once inside his bedroom, he peeled off his wet clothing and threw those into the nearby clothing bin. He grabbed the towel and started to dry his body. He could feel every muscle in his body, and they were all quite large. This was a result of him being a werebull as well as his life on the farm. He flexed his bicep and took a moment to feel the size. As he continued to dry himself, his mind wandered to the events of last night. After the Halloween dance, Mel insisted that he take her to the field and change her. After a bit of thought, he agreed to take her to the fields to make love to her. His mind replayed the events of that night of him taking her to the field and taking their clothes off. He remembered laying her down, and after some foreplay, going into her. He remembered the sensation of moving in and out of her as she moaned his name. As he replayed those events, he could feel his penis grow and stiffen. He looked down, and he could feel the temptation to rub one out. He resisted, figuring his family was waiting for him. He'd have time to see her again tonight, right?
He sat down and waited for his penis to return to normal from its erection. As he sat there, he remembered Mel's first transformation to a werecow. How her orange fur came in through her skin. How her hips widened as she bounced on him. As his mind was distracted, his hands went to feel his penis, moving up and down on the organ. He remembered how her face changed to become more cow-like, complete with a cow-like muzzle, the horns growing at the top of her head, and how her ears flared out from human to cow. But the thing he remembered the most was how her fur felt under his hands as he felt her body. In the real world, his hands increased the pace that it rubbed his penis as his mind remembered the love making session with Mel. He remembered watching Mel's breasts grown from a relatively small B-cup to a G-cup. He remembered how the fur felt so different and he loved how they looked and felt. As Mel's breasts finished changing, he felt his orgasm set in. He felt his penis twitch before shooting his semen up into the air and into his hands. He took a moment to catch his breath before his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Trev," he could hear Clint through the door, "Pa says to hurry up and get dressed and get back downstairs. He's got more things for you to do."
"Kay," Trevor called back as he grabbed a tissue to clean himself up. Once he finished, he grabbed some clean clothes, got dressed, and headed out the door to go back downstairs.