Part to what are the thoughts right then are of a slight sense of dismay about Circe being so deceptive. She offered both the delight to stay with her there and become a herd sire bull, or gifted you the choice to become a horse.
Instead, and acting bullheaded determined to returning home to the right as now time, maybe one should have expected something amiss to occur?
Still definitive to remain in the present time and century, even being now a bull animal, there are urges, ideas, and thoughts of wanting to breed with cows rather than with human females.
Time was then of wants, thinking how to cross the busy highway, or give up and seek cows along the present side of a busy, dangerous road. The wailing sound of a police siren coming ever closer warranted making a decision, and do it soon!
Turning tail toward the busy roadway, a field of tall corn stalks made an easy and quick escape from being captured.
The need to remain as still and not walking, as to walk would not movement by passing corn stalks, and give the legal authorities easy notice of where that lone bull had gone. Bullish eyes are not near ass good for seeing details at a distance as are human eyes. Listening with big ears, I heard the officers talking, wondering aloud if they should bother trying to find a lone, loose, runaway bull. One officer asking the other if he ever dogged a bull, or had a lasso rope in the cruiser?
Mutual laughter and their driving away did wonders at easing my druthers as worries about capture, and where then of me as sent to living, breed at a farm, or sent to the slaughtering plant. A realized reality struck a harsh note, reminding me of my present state, I had no rights within the laws of man. I had ceased to be human, and rather felt being a bull as if a sensual luxury, looked with fond thought to when with a herd I would like to mate, breeding, enjoy having brutal animal style sex.
"Sex and thing sensual," I wondered about these two ideals, and felt something begin to arouse as stiffen, I stood there among the corn and did as best to try and masturbate bovine style. Discovering the limitations of being a bull animal and minus having hands to grip, stroke, or feel with, left then the bovine thrusting of my stout penis as my only method to masturbate...
Dull of wits, vain of hands, made my thrusting sensation as a weak essence, I had need of a cow vulva or a horny steer's anus to get off and masturbate my big balls. Indeed, as Circe knew well of her past and previous patrons, they who by lust became as male cum animals learned soon there one reason to remain alive was to breed, and if they failed, then all they were was meat!
I was then a living sex machine, though wanting to know the sensations, the feelings, my human mentality wondered if I had chosen wisely?