"Yeah, rodeo's coming to town, and I mean to win the silver belt buckle with calf roping, bull riding and bronco busting. I just need to improve my calf roping times. That's where you come in. Of course, if I win, I'll make you a man again. It's incentive fer you to win. The disincentive if we lose, you lose your balls and become another steer in the herd."
Chad grunted and made unintelligible threats, as he struggled unsuccessfully against the rope binding him
Man laughed. Chad still couldnt see his face. From the way he was trussed up, Chad could see up to the 3rd slat of the pen he was in. Between the second and third slot from the floor, he could only see the man's crotch. The guy's crotch was bulging big time as he watched Chad go bovine. Chad normally wasn't a crotch watcher, but so far it was the only way he could identify his captor at the moment.
The guy disappeared from view without so much as a goodbye. Of course, he figured Chad wasn't going anywhere, and who makes small talk with a cow?
Chad closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There had to be away out of this. He briefly thought about chewing through the rope. But the way the rope was wrapped around his head, not only couldn't he speak but he couldn't move his jaw to open his mouth to bite anything.
His sense of smell intensified. There must be hundreds of hot females nearby, Chad thought as his hormones raced. There was a strong dominant male scent. Chad snorted. He shook his head trying to reduce the heady effects of all the pheromones.
Part of him wanted to have wanton sex with all the cows, part of him wanted to challenge the bull, part of him wanted to submit to the bull. It was weird how the same scent could fill him with bravado, and at the same time cow him, thought Chad. "Cow him?" Chad laughed at the thought, cow him indeed.
The coarse hairs erupting all over his bare skin itched terribly. The sound of bones popping and snapping, and the gurgling from his bowels told of the internal changes taking place too.
His hands, feet and head were trussed up tightly, but maybe he could roll over, even part way a few times might help loosen his bonds.
He tried tucking his head inward, as he rocked his whole body back and forth. At least his struggling in the hay helped scratched his itchy hide. The rope grew more taut, then flexed. The end of the rope must have been tied to a rail, post or hook, but as he fought violently to shake himself free, the rope around his wrist seemed to give.
Chad pulled his hand free, and used it to untie his hooved legs, and his left arm which now sported a hoof instead of hand. Walking on three hooves, he managed to open the stall gate latch, and pushed the gate open with his shoulder. His first thought was to get help, he needed to escape.
His nostrils flared. The pheromones overwhelmed his thoughts. He charged running on three legs toward the strongest female scent. He raced into an open stall. There were no cows in the pheromone drenched stall. Chad found himself tangled in a harness hanging from the rafters. Gloved hands were soon tightening the harness straps beneath him, as the whirr of an engine activated a winch that raised his fore hooves off the floor.
"Goliath will be pleased, Chad. Instead of choosing to escape, you chose to be bred by Goliath."
"Muh-liathmoo!" Chad protested. His throat and jaw were changing. He couldn't form proper words.
"Oh, this is perfect. We have four monitoring cameras positioned on this stall, so we can see when Goliath is finished studding, and can bring in the next cow. But it will work perfectly to show you how you are becoming bovine. Here let me just select the cameras, and I'll place my tablet on this shelf in front of you. Just out of reach, but close enough yo give you a good view. Heh, heh, front row seat to losing your humanity. When you've changed enough, I'll bring in Goliath, and the cameras are recording, so we should capture every detail of your change and deflowering."
"Muh-" chad's jaw dropped as he saw the live stream from the breeding stall cameras. He looked weird. He waa 3/4ths cow, and 1/4 human. His blond hair and blue eyes were recognizable, but his nose and jaw were all pushed out and distorted. It waa maybe halfway between human and bovine.
Chad heard the man whistling as he walked away, but he was speechless, and unable to take his eyes off the pictures on the tablet. He swished his tail, he had a tail. It was so surreal. He knew he was becoming a cow or bull or something else, but somehow he had thought he might escape. Now seeing the pictures made it so much more real.