"Well, since you decided to rope and brand Chad, Jude, you get to finish processing him," Zeb said stretching and yawning. He was standing now, and scratching his balls.
"You're not going to help me carry your bull back inside?" Jude asked pointedly.
"Who always says if you start something finish it?" Zeb said turning his back and walking back towards the house.
"Well, you started it by changing Chad bovine," Jude challenged.
"Uh, yeah, and I locked all the gates, and turned on the electric fence. Chad wasn't going anywhere, and I was planning to process him around noon - not at 7 am. Since you decided to play cowboy you can finish it, Jude."
"Alright, Z-uh-eb," Jude said grunting as he heaved the 180 lb calf across his shoulders, and stood up.
Chad moved loudly.
"And don't cut Chad's balls off," Zeb shouted over his shoulder.
Jude muttered softly as he carried the hogtied former quarterback, "Doon cut Chad's balls off. MVP stud. His equipment looks bout average for a 6 month old calf." Chad felt the bristles of Jude's beard rub against his bullhood. The way it stimulated him, the calf's penis sprang out.
Spring!
Jude gasped and laughed, "So that's what the fuss is all about. You're already hung like a bull. Cannot wait to see it when you're full size in a few days."
"Moo?"
"You thought you knew what weight gain training was when you played football, well wait until you gain 800 lbs in a day or two. I mean it's breeding season, and right now you're a six month old calf, and we need a 1200 or more pound bull to service all the ladies here. I knew you were his new stud, and wasn't going to cut your balls off. I wanted to scare kid bro a bit because he got carried away castrating male calves last year, so we only have steers and cows now. You're going to fix all that, Chad."
Chad didn't hear all that. He was caught up with realization that if he weighed over a thousand pounds, he might be too big to become human again- at least easily. He started squirming with his four legs slung over Jude's shoulders.
Jude winced as the young bull's cock kept slapping Jude's chin, and jabbing his chest or shoulder as the calf struggled to escape.
"Bad, Chad. Hold still. We're almost to the barn. I bet you're starving. After a couple hundred pounds of oats you should be more-"
He was going to say contented, but Chad had already caught wind of the hundreds of fertile females, and suddenly felt incredibly horny. The changes had continued as Jude carried him. His nubs were now small horns.
All his squirming had meant his erect penis had been brushing back and forth against Jude's beard and his glans had repeated rammed into Jude's muscular shoulder.
Splooge! Chad blew his load all over Jude. That was why Jude stopped talking. He continued into the barn, and lay the young ball in an empty stall. Cut the ropes and closed the stall.
Chad was on his hooves in seconds. He should have bolted, but he smelled food. He realized he was famished. He trotted over to the oat filled trough the opposite direction from Jude and the stall gate
Jude emitted a short laugh. Maybe Chad was a good candidate for their new breeder bull after all? He looked at the white goo drying on his shirt.