Fortunately, two cows in an hour was about all even Jared's bovine constitution could manage, and he was able to resist the urges brought on by his female companions. At least until late in the day, when his balls were swinging heavily between his legs once more.
Jared contemplated another close encounter with a cow as he chewed his cud. It had been sorta weird throwing up food and finding it still tasting pretty good. He had even gotten used to the flies buzzing around and lapping up scummy water thick with cow drool. A few hours ago, he would have been grossed out by any of this. Yet here he was happily rechewing his own puke.
He began following one of the heavy, rich odors, and found another cow ready to accept him. Depsite his earlier worries, he found that mounting this female took almost no thought at all. It was a natural thing for him to do, like breathing, or dropping a cow pie out of his butt. The intensity was still there, though, and he bellowed and huffed as he thurst deep into her. It took longer this time, maybe because he let himself fall into the natural rythm of the bull, instead of trying to control it with his human mind. Though he wasn't really aware of it, the extra pleasure was a signal to his brain to accept a little more bovine behavior, and trim back another part of Jared the boy.
By the end of the day, he had managed to mount a total of six cows. Dull pleasure filled his thoughts, and he was content just to stand there with his harem and chew cud without a thought in his head. Then he noticed that some of the cows were starting to move away. Dimly, Jared the Boy realized that they must be going back to the barn. His instincts were telling him to follow the females, to stay with his herd. But his mind was worried about what the owners would do if they found a strange bull mixed in with thier cattle.