Enveloped in wild sexual sensations and a mindless pleasure seeking, Jon felt an odd feeling. He stopped his rather violent thrusting, as with his youthful cock still rammed in and deep into a cow waitress, he stood motionless, thinking, wondering!
Realizing he is standing in a barn and some animal stall, Jon looks down at the cowgirl he is pleasuring. His head aches and with breathing he has the most horrible smell to his breath.
Dull aches and strange feelings abound everywhere around his form. He feels the tugging of a cow like vagina working his shaft, rolling it side to side, as if drawing and sucking out of it every last drip of his human semen.
A hard shake of his head reveals more, as ear then being long oval and floppy do swat at the sides of his heavy head.
Looking forward and then down he seems somewhat amazed to how his maleness is stretched, and sunken into what is a bovine rump of one half human and mostly cow like female creature. He tucks his chin to a very hefty muscular chest, and eyes his shaft.
The eying gives him his first real inkling of what has happened, and of what likely enough he will become.
As from out his lower belly, just slightly below where he has a furry navel, juts out a pouch of wrinkled skin, it furry too, and from this protrudes what he has then for a male member.
A wandering free hand comes to take a grip, stroking the sheath and fingering the base of his increased girth of shaft. He fingers where it is emerged into the leathery folds of a cow like vulva, and from his touching she lets out a longing Moo sound.
His fingering of the sheath and base of the embedded shaft is enough to force him again to try and hump his ambitions to some orgasm like outcome.
Anxious to feel the building orgasm, Jon feels something which in his mind is just not right!
Slowing his thrusting again, he lets his fingers dance along hairy flanks, and feeling of wide muscular thighs, coming to tickle the anal folds and how his rump is flat, open to the air and sunshine. He forces his hand to feel about, almost expectant of what it will find, Jon screams and his noise is a changing call of one who realized he was becoming as well like a bovine.
Jon felt of his tail bone, as where it jutted out from the end of his spine and hung then heavily off his rump; swishing with his sense of anxiety. He felt its proximity to his puckered bigger anus, and the furry cloak that then covered his rump, flanks, thighs, and down legs to heels changed already to strong bovine hocks.
The cowgirl gives his maleness as slight jerk forward, as she can work her vulva to wriggle some, helping a mate to work his male member in deeper and give them both a more thrilling sensation.
Moaning his situation over, the moan turns out to end with the sound of a sad mooing tone. It is as to Jon another nail in the coffin of him ever being a completely normal human.
"Murooo..why," he groans out, he knows the cowgirl is just doing what to her then is a natural need and for the management there, she will make Jon as another part in a growing and expanding cattle business.
Jon knows, he feels his place is where and at what he is then doing, as a bull he shall keep the herd growing, and cows all comfortable. As he, being soon a four legged bovine and bull, will think little, reasoning not at all, and giving into instinctive lusts and desires, mounting cows, he will lick at their juices, sniff their rumps, enjoy the scents, rise up he will mount them, jerking he plans to insert his sound shaft, and then a few quick thrusts is all it takes and the rushing river of bovine bull semen will do the rest.
Saddened by what is to be his life ahead, he looks about for his friends, wondering if they like had he, if all were as dumb stupid as was he!
He whences with another longingly wanton jerk from the cowgirl, she stands humped and being humped, ready for Jon to do his return to acting like a bull in rut.