Damon wasted no time. As soon as he smelled the cows in heat, he rushed towards them. He could already feel himself getting hard and he could sense pre-cum already dribbling onto the grass. He wanted to mount all of those beauties at once! But he would have to wait. Just a little. He stomped towards the first one in his path and bellowed as loudly as he could. The sound reverberated across the fields, making the ears of all the cows perk up. He then stomped his hooves and swung his head, showing off his fine large horns and muscled body, large and powerful. And last but certainly not least, he made sure the female got a good look at his swinging testicles full of gametes and pumping more of these by the second. As for his penis, it was fully out and ready to bestow his eminence upon his chosen harem, massive, red and twitching. His genitals were huge! Damon's human mind, a small voice at the back of his head, could not stop being impressed by what he now possessed. Besides, he could now smell an unbelievable amount of odors and his reeked of lust, testosterone and pheromones. The cow was immediately impressed and showed herself receptive on the moment. Damon let himself go and he mounted her on the spot with glee. He penetrated her and thrust into her, bellowing his satisfaction. Part of him found the idea of fucking a cow absolutely disgusting but his bull braun kept telling him the sensations were incredible. The cow's vagina was deep and slick and warm. It squeezed him forcefully and pumped his penis long and hard, determined to milk all the sperm out of him. He ejaculated no less than five times and when he pulled out of her, he was still lustful. His testicles were creating more sperm and he felt himself having another erection at the sight and scent of another cow, a younger and plumper one, this time, brown instead of black and white. Good, he liked diverse partners. So he mounted her as well, elated at the idea of having sex again and again and again.
As time went on, Damon's human mind receded to the very back of his thoughts. It was sometimes like a mere fly, similar to the ones pestering him in the summer while he enjoyed fresh green grass. It was because he had no worries, really. Damon, now renamed Zeus by the farmer, knew he would not finished as steak, which was a relief. On the contrary, he was the top winner of the farmer that owned him now. He had won several prizes and the farmer bred him thoroughly, Damon's calves having won more prizes, as a pure white male named Minos. The farmer even made other breeders pay handsomely for the privilege of getting Zeus to mount their cows. His calves were always powerful and handsome, always males somehow, but excellent specimens too which meant they would become prime possessions as well. Zeus, formerly Damon, liked the idea. All his babies would create great lines of impressive animals. Everyone said he looked like an ancient aurochs and his impressive and powerful appearance could mean him staring in movies, even! For the farmer, it was a wonderful gift that fate had handed him this powerful bull out of nowhere. It had changed his life. As for Damon, his needs were simple now, and always fulfilled. Grass, a shelter in case of rain and especially beautiful cows eager for him to reply to their heat. No rent, no money, no job to bother him. Those petty human cares were long past his thoughts now. The genie did think of everything when handing him his new life, after all and said genie was now awaiting his new master to play pranks anew.