A good meal, a shower, and the time to safely tell what happened to them all. The creature comforts put each boy back into his own self centered frame of mind. As each found the delight of being again cleaned up and shaved, their thoughts of Mark back along the road faded.
The audience of two mature women listing to the ramblings of three boys having been as male stud donkeys was enough to make anyone cringe. They did act as such and asked Ben who was the most detailed in his story to be quiet and allow his frinds to explain.
The odor of cows and that scent of females wafted the air making all three boys have almost continual erections. This coupled with their becoming human effectively put Mark and his situation out of their thoughts.
As their first night of being human again and residing in a house, they boys nestled down relaxed and feeling safe. It was in the early morning hours that Ben awoke and sat on the bedside. His mind was still thinking of when he was a stud donkey. In as much he wanted to be himself again while he was a donkey, he now looked back on his time as an animal with thoughts of how easy it was to show his feelings of passion. He giggled to think of just how he could show his cock and make people quickly look the other way. He laughed at many mothers directing those young impressionable children from gawking at his blackened cock. He remembered his thoughts when young coed's came near and one stroked his cock mentioning that he and his was here fantasy.
So it was as he thought back over the real fun times of being a stud and male animal there came that ole' urge again.
Stuffing himself into a pair of new store bought jeans, Ben forgot his shoes and went out to the barns. Sniffing the wafting scents of females, be they cows or donkeys his feeligs urged him not to care.
Entering the barn he took a deep breath of the rank smells making his mind remember the bestial barn he and the other males were kept. Walking between the stalls he saw the cows occasionally turn their big heads and give him a look too.
He wondered about two of them as they seemed oddly upset about his touching their wide and open butts.
Ben was licking his lips over the thought of mating with one of these beauties when from the far end of the barn came a horrid sounding of several moaning groans.
This sent him to explore some more and he jogged down the isle toward that sound.
"Ohhhh, awwwwwww, groannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
Ben peered through a crack in one rough sawed door and was amazed to what he could see. Inside the enclosed room lay a grown man. He continued to hold his arms tight to a inflated looking gut, as he moaned like in some great amount of pain.
Watching intently, Ben paid not mind to the sound of footsteps coming toward him down the bran's main isle.
A slap to the back of Ben's head pushed him through the door and making him fall over the sickened man.
"So, still interested are we in animals and those beastly drives! Well young Ben you are in luck today, cause like Paul there you too will learn the ways of a dairy farm. Paul stumbled in here last week and seeing him to be perfect for the job, I doctored him with some of the Research Foundation's sample goods. As you might take notice he is making general strides toward becoming a Gurnsey bull. We need new bulls as the herd must be kept satisfied and well pregnent in order to keep the milk flowing. He will take Jake's place as our last bull was just sent to market being he dropped off badly in his sperm production. Paul was a fine and healthy subject and soon a willing one as he keeps those cows happy. You now poses me a problem as I don't want to turn you over to the Foundation less they come and check out my nice herd. Your a wild card in the deck, so being I like to play the game and have available some of what the Foundation makes, you should find living here from now on a new and interesting joy." says the woman who saved Ben and his frinds from their peril.
Ben now takes a good look at the figure of a man and the beginnings of one very male bull.
Paul looks up at Ben moaning as he does and shakes his head not believing that Ben would like to be as a bull too. His moaning is not without tries to speak his mind, but the thickened lips, and bovine mouth and jaw make speaking words almost impossible.
Offering Ben to see his transformed arm now becoming a foreleg marked with a very large bovine cloven hoof, he shoves it before Ben for a good look.
The woman feeling saafe to leave her new recruit there by Paul the soon to be bull, she wanders off to gather what will be needed to bring Ben into the fold.