Jared felt her power of his body and mind. If somehow from his use of the magic medallion he had found, that all history had changed, and he with it!
The weird thought of Circe being real and alive in his century was something from Jules Verne.
Yet her urging power over him and the others had him feeling the bestial desire to go and mount cows as if he were a real bull.
Giving his answer as only he could being bovine and as a beast, he bellowed out a low tone Moo. Turning then, Jared proceeded to head directly for the cow herd.
His mind was filled with want for things so bestial he might have just a few months back turned and ran. Yet now all had changed, and he felt the rank urge of rut, longing to be near the cows and willing as well as ready able to grant the needy ones some servicing.
Even as he trotted toward the cows he heard the evil laughter of Circe. She would likely think it quite humorous seeing a male human reduced to something so primal and bestial.
Thoughts of the truck that brought Jared to Circe's summer camp was vivid in his mind's eye.
The dozen or so individuals that boarded the truck were they themselves already in some state of flux. Each one, even as had Jared, all went into the truck doing some change, and during the ride to the camp they each finalized, and stepped from the truck as the animals made by Circe of her choice.
It was odd that not all in the truck were males.
Some pretty young females entered the truck, some coming a sheep, or nanny goats, while others as mares, and a few sorted fat piggish things.
At any rate of thinking, Jared realized himself to be as and having become a virile bull with vile and self seeking desires to feel the sensation of mating with cows.
His own strange actions were the undoing of his rational and moral mind. He stepped close to one such large cow, sniffing of her musky scent. A step closer bade him to lick her juices flowing, and this erupting from him his shaft and a bounce up as he mounted her bovine rump.
The entire day was just one more mounting problem after another.
Come dusk and the herd moved in wandering fashion back to the barn.
Jared followed the cows, his nose in the air seeking the wafting scent of his herd. He had slipped from the surly bonds of being human, and was by Circe and her power, ready to fulfill his yearly destiny as a bull come the heat of summer.