Damon woke up the next morning to the feeling of the bright sun warming his leathery hide. Slowly standing on all fours, the former man was startled to feel a hand pat his broad flank. Damon turned his bovine body around to see the witch standing there. Something was very different about her though, she appeared to be at least forty years younger than the day before, and was quite beautiful, causing Damon's bovine cock to slightly poke out of his sheath.
The witch noticed Damon's excitement but made no mention of it as she had more important matters to address with her new bull. "Hello Damon, yes I know your name. I wanted to apologize for being a bit overly harsh and cruel yesterday. Sometimes I get a bit too excessive with how I use my transformation magic. I have a reputation to keep up, I'm sure you understand."
Damon simply stared up at her with a look of confusion in his still human eyes, licking his nose with his massive tongue. The witch face palmed and said, "Oh right, I should probably explain more about who I am and what my plans are for you. As I'm sure you've noticed, I'm actually quite young. I often magically make myself appear like an old crone to scare off potential trouble makers like you." The witch began to caress Damon's snout, causing the bull to lower his head in contentment. "Though obviously that doesn't work, or else you'd still be on two legs right now." The man turned bull bellowed sadly.
The witch pat his furry head and continued, "Anyway, like I said, I feel guilty for how cruel I was yesterday. Especially the grilling steak thing, that was very out of line." The witch looked down sheepishly and Damon had a brief glimmer of hope in his eyes that he may be returned to his original human self. As if she could read his mind, the witch said dryly, "Don't get your hopes up though, I will not be changing you back into a human. You did still steal from me after all. And besides, you look better like that anyway." She gave him another head pat as a tear ran down his muzzle.
Noticing that the bull was upset, the witch grabbed his large head and raised it so that he was looking her in the eye. "Hey now, its not that bad. I wasn't mocking you, I truly think you look fabulous as a beast." She let go of his head and smacked his beefy flank to emphasize the power and size of his new form. "And while I will not be changing you back, I have decided to give you a life of luxury as opposed to the dull routine of a common bull. Instead of selling you, I will have you live with me as furry companion. I've been rather lonely lately."
The witch smiled and stroked his muzzle once more. "My name is Ellie by the way. I'm excited to have you staying with me and I hope in time you will come to enjoy your new form." Damon couldn't help but nuzzle Ellie as she pet him. Maybe being a bull wouldn't be so bad after all.