"This Damn Medallion has great power and I am a big mouthed fool."
Fur spread like a wild fire in dry grass. Muscles burst into great bovine form. Fingers changed with increased haste as arms became legs. I felt a crazy feeling of calm joy as my human form was removed and replaced by the bovine bull.
Although I was a bull calf, a fully sexed male. I knew that I must stay away from the barn least I become a steer. My bull friend shows me how to graze. Not that he really understood the idea to teach, he was just a good example.
The medallion swung on it's chain, still around my furry neck. As I graze my memory of one day and the next seems to blend. Till one afternoon as I stand with others under a tree, and out of the very hot sun. A boney slimed tail swats my face and I turn in disgust to see who did it'
The action brought a memory and it made me think. Looking around I gazed on a massive bovine bull form, it was me. The bull who had caused me to curse myself was sold to market and I was now the herd sire.
Amazed, I walked into the sun and view my herd. I was impressed by dozens of passive sexy cows. All of them willing to be mounted!
Suddenly I remember, Man I was a man! I look around as if my human body will walk over a claim my mind. I am alone, a bull and a sire. The very thought of sex with a cow brings a leathery shaft protruding from my furry belly pouch. As the desire turns to a rage for lust my member aches for release.
As it scrapes along threw the high weeds I approach a cow's butt with intentions of easing my lust.