Jared dropped the hot burning bright buckle and sat up in bed. The room he thought looked different somehow. The buckle lay on the blankets shinning very brightly but not damaging the blanket at all.
"Darn it this is strange, he thought. I best get dad and show him, as he jumped out of bed and walked to the door. "WHAT, he said as he passed the dresser he saw himself in the mirror."
Stared at the reflection, he saw a head of a Black Angus bull and hairy neck in place of what was there moments before. The brass nose ring now firmly in place in the massive nostrills. The black thick hair and jet black skin looked back at a foolish boy.
The black skin continued to move down his shoulders and over a strong chest. Along with the skin black fur grew, shoulder bloomed out and arms changed. He saw fingers merge into cloven black hooves. He thought to scream but the ability seemed gone.
He felt thighs bowing out to new configuration and broaden feet grew long as hooves formed. His hearing was much better as spine bones grew and some added with a snap, snap. Little pain as the change continued till a big pain as a rope like tail burst out above his now flat rump.
Unable to stand upright he fell forward with front hooves on the bed. Looking toward his rear he felt something crawling up his belly. Bending his great neck and looking down the massive bull sheath and a sack with softball size nuts hung low.
Swish went his tail as he felt a breeze from the room fan blow across his bare asshole and then threw furred legs. The sensualness of his new bull form was working on the mind of a boy. Standing on all four sets of hooves he walked in circles looking at this new body.
Suddenly he felt the need to pee, but he knew he shouldn't do it there. He lumbered out into the hall and walked toward the bathroom. Stopping in it's doorway he thought, "No Way, not now and not in this form."
Again lumbering and taking each step with care he slowly moved down the stairs to the first floor of the house.
Trying to walk softly in tough for a 800 pound bull. Jared finally made it out the back screen door, and to the yard. Sniff, sniff, Ahhh grass the bovine desire to graze stopped the boy and the need to eat took front seat. The bull grazed till just about dawn, when Jared's boy self knowing about what time it was stopped the feeding.
"Hey fool stop this eating, the parents will be getting up and they didn't have a bull," A bull on a draft horse stud, never he thought. I must leave but to where, the youth wondered. Then a idea, The Killingsworth farm had sheep, horses, and cattle. Jared started the trek to his home.