“Okay twenty-two, now uhh, twenty-three!” Henry grunted, using his own strength, split a log of wood with one strong strike from his axe, causing it to fall down from the stump in two satisfying thunks.
Henry had grown accustomed to using wood cutting as his outlet, it served many purposes, but the line has blurred from getting firewood, to keeping himself active and avoiding any lewd thoughts.
“Twenty-Four!” Henry swung downwards with might at the next log placed on the stump to be cut in half, like an assembly line of never ending stress reliever, as the trees at the cabin always grew back in a fortnight. Only would take two weeks when back in reality it would take decades for these same trees to grow back.
Henry understood the cabin’s mechanics, but what he didn’t understand was why? Was this some kinda t.v show aliens were watching? Pixies laughing at the humans who destroy forests on a regular basis? The government? These were the type of things that he would think about while chopping wood. The internal conversations would always end the same however, with Henry physically exhausted and mentally drained from all the thinking.
Other topics however have stained his mind to the point where he couldn’t help talking to himself while cutting.
“My son looks like a girl, almost Jess's counterpart…” James has changed the most significantly since being at the cabin. He is barely recognizable to the athletic teenage boy he one was. He now resembled his former wife Joan in looks, now Henry knows what James would have looked like if he was born a girl.
“With the long hair and that big black horse dick, I’ve never seen it yet, what would it feel like in my mouth..? Henry, in a shock after thinking that, slammed the axe down as hard as he could on the twenty-fifth log that he had cut this afternoon.
“Cut it out Henry, stop thinking these thoughts” Talking to himself again, trying to dissuade himself, Henry continued on cutting, but couldn’t stop thinking about his son.
“James, I don’t care that you think you’re a girl, I believe you will snap out of it” Henry firmly believed this too. He still saw the glimmer of his son's eyes behind all that glitter and mascara. He didn’t want to acknowledge or mention him as Jennifer to still give that hope that his son won’t give in to the cabin's lust anymore. His son was a sissy at this point, he didn’t want to imagine his son changing more. Growing bigger breasts, fur spreading from his puckered asshole all the way up to his neck, taking his clothes off from the heat….
Henry could feel a tingling in his chest after this thought. Scratching at his chest he absentmindedly continued cutting and didn’t punish himself for the sexy thoughts like the first time. He was pent up and not fighting it off will prove to be a mistake.
“I mean he’s my son and I love him, but this is just getting out of hand” Henry struck at the 26th, with less force than last time, his energy was getting pulled someplace else. For some reason Henry just couldn’t stop pondering about his son's predicament. He was his father, and he was supposed to be his role model. Was it out of his son’s control to become this female anthro jenny? Did Henry fail as a parent or was this his son’s choice?
“Joan probably has her dirty hands all over this, They’ve probably had sex already” Henry now couldn’t stop wondering about his wife seducing James, his son using that big cock, thrusting it into his former wife. His bull penis was just as big as that now. Henry bet that he was the biggest, nobody else could compare in size.
Itching continued and Henry couldn’t take it anymore. Dropping the axe from his right hand, he pulled his shirt off, now shirtless, Henry naively assumed he was just overheated.
Nipples slowly puffed out and made their presence known on Henry's chest, this would be a slow change unnoticed that would accrue over time. For now though the mounds on his chest were small, but lurking.
Henry continued on to the next log
“Ok Let’s finish up” With only 9 left, the shirtless man was ready to swing again.
Henry found it hard to bring up the energy to swing. Was he secretly scared? Was that why he resented and denied his son’s changes so much? Henry could very well have that same fate. He didn’t like cock.
“I’m a man!” Yelling this to himself, Henry held the axe strongly with both hands. He wasn’t a sissy like his son. His big bull cock was proof of that! He would never go down on his knees for a penis, he wouldn’t ever expose his ass for anybody..
“Twenty-Seve..” Henry lunged forward and without his normal force, the axe got stuck into the log, not cutting all the way.
“I’m a man, a handsome man..” Delirious from the lust and the raging bovine hormones pumping throughout his veins, Henry grabbed at the outline of his bull penis pressing against the fabric of his baggy Jeans.
He wanted to strip, but in his stricken state, he didn’t want to rub one off. He needed a mate.
“I’m a bull” Henry muttered this as he was leaning against the stump where he had been doing so much work the last few months. The place where he went to cope from the lust. As he bent over a slit was growing in his taint.
Henry began to drool, overcome with animalistic lust and desire.
Henry had gone long enough from his last change. Time was up, and this was the horniest he ever has been in his entire life.
He needed to mount somebody so badly. It didn’t even matter who. He needed to prove his masculinity. Fucking and Rutting was all that bull cock wanted, it would get attention today, but from whom?