Jared was thankful that his first choice, and first foolish wish might not destroy his human life. Yet there he now stood an animal. The form he now wore was black as the ace of spades. Even his eyes were dark brown, and he wondered if his bull penis was red or black. The thought about his personal plumbing was the least of his worries.
Jared's father is planning to brand his thigh if no one claims him by weekend. This was Sunday, and tomorrow Monday his full second day as a bull.
All night he woke up about every hour. He had enjoyed the comfort of his room and bed when at home. Now however he laid on a straw covered floor between many cow pies. His nose being much more sensitive to odor found a stall full of odor and not to sweet.
It was late morning when a farm hand came in and toss into the stall a quarter bale of hay. The water bucket was filled and the he was alone. All day he tried to eat the dry hay, and once in a while his bovine self would bring up a cud to chew again, yuck!
Night came again, the weather was cold tonight and the barn soon lost the heat builtup during the day. Jared could see his breath as he snorted. The bodily needs of urination and bowel movments were a different feel but not quite sensual.