The scent of cows ready to be service fill you with excitement. Braying loudly you fumble around with your choke chain till you find the primitive mechanism that makes the chain a collar. Pulling with your bullish might and letting out a passionate mating call you pull a link apart as if it were made of soder.
Unstringing the collar is easy, and after taking a minute to admire the strength of your chest and upper arms, you stand up and easily smash your feet into the remainig two planks below the broken one and walk out.
You're free, big, muscular, and virile, with the anticipation of animalistic pleasure you let out another call as your sack and bullhood drop a couple inches. You hear some moos in response.
"Stop mastrobating, I'm bringing you a cow", yells a voice from inside an old barn. You feel yourself drawn to the cows in the field, but regaining your senses, you remember that you want revenge against this college girl who decided to use your life for her own little social experiment.
You walk to the side of the barn door, she's coming out with a cow in tow. From the scents you know the cow is not going to accept you, and she's likely trying to teach you how to protect yourself from rejection. You think to yourself that if anyone is going to have sex with a cow forced upon them it's going to be her.
Comparing yourself to the barn door you realize you must be at least eight feet tall, with the penis and sack the size of a bull's. You realize that your form was not just a random mixing of cow and human genes, but a specific tayloring to ensure your own value as a farm worker and a suitable and desirable cow's mate. You wonder if your testicles have been replaced yet, and exactly how long you've been out of it when PITA girl exits the barn....