As the early morning darkness trails on toward dawn, the hours before sunup were keeping Kyle fixated, feeling as watching, seeing his crop of black fur sprout, grow, and become his black pelt of dense, soft, silky fur.
He walked about his house as would a soldier walk guard duty on the high parapets of a wall. Although his tromping from room to room was not so much guarding of anything, it helped keep his mind from thinking about his twenty-two inches of bovine Bullish male meat hanging, swaying, standing erect, and still seeping pre-cum.
Moaning as he walked, he saw his bullish big cock but to touch it was to instill a rage then to stroke it, as masturbate, adding doom to his becoming a Bull.
“I can, I can take it, if just for tonight, as come the morning something else shall take my mind away from thinking, wanting any sexual pleasures; oh help me!”
The black fur had covered Kyle from head to toes by 6:15 am, as he became weary, tired from walking most of what for the half the world was but night. He finally had to stop and with lying on his back, on his bed, he fell asleep.
The ringing of his bedside land-line telephone awoke Kyle, and as he rolled over and reaching for the phone, had to grab at the phone. As he lifted it from the charger cradle and brought it to his ear. As Kyle said his hello, he took note that his ear had grown, becoming covered by black fur, and it stood away from his head, shaped in an oval, it fully similar to the ear of a bull.
“Hi Kyle, this is Carla, Jennifer called me early this morning, and said she spoke with you yesterday, and you were feeling as not well. I know we split up, not dating, but I still have a warmth in my heart for you; so Jen and I are coming there if a half hour and cheer you up, okay, well, bye!”
Kyle was half asleep when he listened to Carla, and she finished her message before he had the thought to say of their not to come. As he dropped the phone onto his bed, noticed his lips felt different, fuller, as oddly bloated but flexible. As furred hands came to investigate his face, about his mouth, Kyle thought to moan, but what issued from his throat sounded closer to being a dull-tone mooing sound.