Jared finally cried himself out, and sat staring in dull horror at the small empty sack that used to hold his balls. He only dimly remembered having them cut off - the vet had been very good, and there was almost no pain. One week with bull's balls, and then none at all. He felt like cryning again, and then sat up suddenly. The medallion! It could restore him!
Searching the barn, he found a pair of dirty coveralls that were way too big, but were better than trying to run around naked. Then snuck outside and ran all the way back to his parent's horse farm.
The lights were out - his parents must already be in bed. he wondered what they would think when they saw him in the morning. He had been gone a whole week with no word. He'd have to figure out a way to explain. But first he wanted to make himself whole again. Moving quietly, he snuck upstairs and went into his room.
The medallion was on his bed - his parents had left everything where it was. Relieved, he grabbed it and said, "I wish I had the balls I lost, and that I had a good reason for being gone a week."
He felt a familiar heat, and stared down at his inflating ball sack. Two round lumps appeared, growing rapidly. Too rapidly. His ball sack began to turn dark as it tightened. Jared gasped as a spray of cum erupted from his penis, and his still-growing balls jerked and pumped. When the heat faded, he stared down at the huge, black bull sack hanging under his boy's penis. He had gotten the balls he lost back. The bull's balls!