Real time worries had John thinking as he stood vigilantly watching the barn and of anybody coming to check the corralled herd for the night. It was a common evening duty for some livestock wrangler to make sure the watering tough was working and or clean. John had a hope of when seeing of somebody doing the checking, he being alone and in a separate corral, if he began bawling, being a young, small size bull, the wrangler might open the gate and using a cattle prod, scurry him into where would be his bovine mother.
It was well past sundown before Comer, a wrangler and known to be a drunk, came sauntering along the main aisle between the corrals.
John did as he planned and began bellowing his bull cries, and an inebriated Comer felt some compassion for the lone little bull, and he opened the corral gate.
"Okay little bull, go to your mama," Comer said, but with the corral gate swung open, John ran out, as turned right and headed back to the open range, the pastures, and toward that Juniper bush where he had deposited the magical buckle.
Comer was too drunk to raise a fuss about an escaping young bull, as it ran away into the dark of night; who would know or care.
John ran, just as fast as his short legs could speed him across the open range. He knew what he had to find and as he would learn, the finding of it on a cloudy night without any moon light would be difficult. He ran until he felt weary, feeling as well a want for something to drink. He began to wander through the dark, remembering as to about where that lone bush stood, and it near the pasture gate, service road.
As then he heard a sound, it was the sound of a vehicle motor operating. He knew what it was, he had requested his foolish wish to being as was Jared, but left his pickup truck motor as still running. He became a bull and after then standing on all fours, his hands changed to cloven hoofs, he had lost any ability to open the truck door and shut off the motor.
His bigger and more sensitive bovine ears helped to guide him toward the truck, and when he stood upon a rise, and looking down at the truck, he was thrilled even more. His pickup truck was new and the top of the line, having headlights that turned on at the first sign of the surroundings becoming darkened. The truck light lit up the Juniper bush, making then easy for John to find the magical buckle.
He enveloped the silver buckle to be inside his mouth, as knowing that when he was touching it in any fashion, he could think a wish.
"Magic buckle, hear me, as earlier today I asked of you to change me to become a Black Angus bull. I added a stipulation that when my friend Jared, he already a bull, and with me when we would go to the barn for the night, we would both transform back to being our real, as human selves.
My friend did not recognize me when I was then a bull, and thought only to fight me away.
I need now to change back to being my human self, can you do it, as do it now?" John said, as much begging the magical bobble to be a help.
"I know of you young Master, and from your touch, what you know I then know. I could have done for you as asked, however, you mated while in the form of a bull. In fact, you bred, mated with eight heifers this afternoon, and according to rules of magic, for having fornicated while in the form of a glamoured body turned animal, you must remain a bull for eight days more, and no mating.
Eight long, dreary days my Master and remain during that span of time as moral. Your being as moral and in the embodied form of a young bull shall not be an easy task. Worse for you is if during the eight days you succumb to animal lusts and mate, the eight day vigil will begin anew. As you can now imagine the return to being a human after requesting becoming a herd animal is not easy.
Hear this too, as with every heifer or cow you breed, your bull body will mature of size and increase your hormonal aggressive nature, while adding into your male body an increased testosterone surge, that will enhance greatly the horny urge to breed again. As a recalled reference done by previous owner masters, only two of the last seventy-six transformed human to animal requests were returned back to being their human selves. Magic and curses when animal forms are requested, the return to being a moral ideological persona is near to impossible because of the animal female pheromones work to arouse and drive the male animal to breed.
Keep your penis up inside your sheath for eight days and seven nights, and on the eighth night, at midnight you shall become you human self. As again to state a rule of magic, the longer you remain an animal beyond the eight day limit, the more of your bullish body will transfer as a permanent part of your human anatomy. Stay a bull for more than four seasons, a year, and your wish to be returned to human must be denied."
John stood there flabbergasted, he stunned by the rules as never mentioned, but sanctity a portion of his returning to being his human self.
"Damn you Jared, what did you lead me to being!" John grumbled.
"Master, if you return to the corral where you escaped, as tomorrow, a cattle wrangler will aid your speedy return when he tags your ear, brands you as property of the Killingsworth ranch, inoculates you against many bovine animal diseases, and castrates off your testicles, will insure you of being returned at the ed of eight day limit." The magical buckle reiterated to John's horrified mind.