Kayla offered a rope lassoed around the neck of James as a rein to lead the young bull. "Know this sir, magic always creates a champion, although James has no pedigree papers, he will excel at what he likes as enjoys. Oh and don't ask me about or if James will ever change back to being the personage he was born, it won't happen. My magic transformations expend powers, and to expend more power to revert a body back to the way it looked, well I would not bother.
James is happy enough for the present, as contented as any a bull could be, considering he can recall his past lifestyle and existing as a human.
You can quit that look of awe and disbelief, unless you wish then to join James in his bodily form, as he or you would discover the vile lifestyle of living of life as a bovine animal. Now take James, and here, I shall give you a animal pass as if you bought James." Kayla explained, she seemed cold and uncaring as harsh about what she did to James, as did Mr. Daily took the rope rein and walked the black yearling size bull along the aisle to the great out of doors world.
James as much walked beside the man he never knew, feeling contentment that he was safe and looking forward then to living of life as would a born dumb brute of a bull.
"James fellow, can you understand me," Mr. Daily asked as speaking to the black bull.
James turned his head slightly while walking to cast a gaze up at Mr. Daily, giving a head nod to assure he was still rational, and could understand spoken words.
"Do you realize what that woman, that witch magician did to you, she transformed your body to be that of a Black Angus breed bull. Somehow she corrupted your mind to want for becoming, as being and living your life as would a real-born bull. I watched when she masturbated you on stage, as the audience watched you blow your lad to semen in four mighty streams. You ejaculated your human semen and I would imagine your changed as much enlarged balls now make bovine semen.
That magician turned your body into a yearling size animal form, equal to you human bodily weight. She magically added some heft to your bones, and plumped your guts, making a handsome embodiment of a young Angus breed bull." Mr Daily said, he questioning James, as could not understand the reason why James seemed elated about having become a bull animal.
James pace of walking slowed and then he turned to walk his new found friend to a park bench along side the sidewalk. As Mr. Daily followed James lead, he sat then on the park bench, as James stepped up his forelegs and cloven hooves to raise his stance as be eye level with Mr. Daily.
As James stared at Mr. Daily, their minds seemed to meet, as a collective connection formed. James knew how to broadcast his thoughts, delving them into the pondering mind of a friend or in due time that of a perspective mate.
"Dear friend, I do not know the how or why that I can when being eye to eye with another living creature to connect mentally, and speak then to you.
I know what Kayla the magician did, she followed your suggestion while looked into my mind and found a long forgot fun fantasy dreamed desire to wish I were born as an animal. I worked during my teen years for two summers on a farm, and gained some appreciation of varied animals, a pony stallion and by weird chance a young black bull.
Yes, yes I know what you are wondering, as how can I so easily accept this change of self and wishing, prefer to live as a bull. You saw what Kayla did to enhance my masculinity, my bigger balls and longer penis.
My life was an odd string of events, most of which were troubling, or plain failures. I worked many jobs, at many a business and once a factory, but as I worked the thoughts of pony Mike and of Devil-Dan that black bull taunted me. Indeed, what has become as the new me, is satisfactory with the true me. Oh not that I love or might appreciate the rank stench of a barnyard corral, or of the animal breeding characteristics of a bull sniffing cow butts, or licking at cow vulva, my tasting the weeping vaginal juices, or worse to having a horny cow piss all over my muzzle.
My dream was to have similar the genitals of either pony-Mike or like a bull; and now i have what I wanted. I do understand my life expectancy is considerably shorten from what people tend to live their life. If you own me and use my male talent for profit, then I shall do my best to be a herd-sire. Help me gain my fun fantasy as a real lifestyle, let me live for breeding as would a bull. You might collect my semen, I won't mind having you use an electro-ejaculator to make me spew my semen into a bag; and yes I have seen that done, its crude and causes the bull to get agonizingly horny.
I know or realize that Kayla made of me to be a yearling size bull, as of her granting me a year of time to get my bearings for becoming a bull animal. As grazing and cattle feed will increase me of size and strength, I shall mature, mingle, and like a bull either try to mate cows or masturbate my cock up the butts with fellow bulls, as practice makes for perfection!" James did mentally reiterate his thoughts to Mr. Daily.
"Ok, I thank you James, your explaining of how you lived as felt, of what you wished were reality has quelled my concerns for you and your future. Know too, I own a cattle farm with my elderly father, and you can reside there as a useful bull, and a friend if you wish to continue connecting our mutual thoughts. I never expected to leave this carnival owning a handsome bull, or of meeting someone I might know as a friend.
As what I know of you, you can expect exceptional treatment from me, as such a private stall, the best conditioning, excellent hygiene, body washes, fly spray, and when the urge of rut envelopes you and the herd, you will be gifted your own herd, fifty at a time for mating. You need not fight with other bulls for breeding rights, you will get red carpet treatment from me!" Mr. Daily said, and then added, you can address me by my christian name, that being Daryl!"