Mike's jaw dropped, as his balls dangled free now from his rags of pants. They were huge, and growing! Already the size of limes, they were expanding before his eyes - and the hair growing on them was white and black, just like on the rest of his body...and on the herd of Holsteins he was grazing with.
"Oh...Oh my God! Those are...those are a bull calf's balls! A-and they don't look like they'll be a *calf's* for much longer! I'm...I'm growing bull balls!"
Finally his situation was enough to bring Mike out of the pleasure of his graze, and he stood up on his (hind?) legs. His lower back ached a bit, as if unused to the upright posture. Mike stared down at his changing junk, seeing the skin of his dick thickening and attaching to his belly bit by bit.
"I'm...oh my God, I'm turning into a bull! I'm really going to be-"
He stopped himself, shocked at the note of delight he heard in his own voice.
"Am I really ok with this?? Giving up my humanity like this? I-I mean I may love cows but..."
But what? He'd never have admitted he wanted this. Never, not in a million years...because it was impossible, and admitting it could only cause him pain. But now he realized it *wasn't* impossible. It was, in fact, happening.
His secret wish, his most hidden dream, was coming true: he was turning into a bull on his family's farm. The relief of no longer having to worry about school, college, *expectations,* any of it, hit him like a truck - he almost started to cry. But then he began to feel the heat of the day that his father had warned about. With a surge of joy, he grabbed his shirt and tore it off, leaving himself naked as he observed his increased muscle and fat content, and his growing fur. It was patchy, but he knew it would fill in soon. With a song in his heart, he sauntered over towards the water trough. One minor worry entered his mind.
{Dad's fine with me being a bull, but...is he going to be fine with me going all the way? Taking care of my herd, in every way they need - including growing it?}