Chad came to lying on the dirt and straw covered floor of the stall. His wrists and ankles were bound together. A taut heavy rope was around his neck, and wrapped around his head too.effectively holding his mouth shut.
"Mft-gnphugh!" Was the muffled bellow coming from the naked athlete. His balls throbbed. They felt heavier than ever. But the only pain now was from the ropes.
"Yes,Chad, you got yourself some genuine bull balls. Sorry about the cattle prod, but the way things are going you will have to get used to it anyway." An unseen voice spoke. Chad tried to look over his shoulder , but the rope held his head at a fixed angle.
He let forth another muffled bellow.
"It was necessary to hogtie and gag you too. When your arms and legs become bovine hooves, they should easily slip out of the ropes. But your opposable thumbs will be history before that happens, and so coming untied then won't matter. You need opposable thumbs to open the stall gate. And the stall is designed to hold a two ton adult bull, and you're just a 180lb calf, or will be shortly. If you thought your testicles hurt while transforming, you're not going to be happy to hear that the rest of the transformation hurts worse,but happens a lot faster."
Chad felt a leather glove on his swollen ball sac. He looked, but could only see a plaid shirt sleeve.