Jared considered his choices. To live as a bull forever with no memories? He wasn't ready to take that step. So, really, there was only one choice. "I choose the first possibility," Jared announced.
Then, written in the mirror were the words: "SO BE IT. TOUCH ME, JARED, AND YOUR WISH SHALL BE GRANTED."
Jared hesitated as he reached for the glowing belt buckle that John held out to him. Jared had already spent one full week as a bull (though he had not thought much about what happened on the six days after he was gelded), and now he was about to spend another week in bull form... or rather, the same week all over again. It had been nowhere near as much fun as he had expected the first time around. He had been growing bored on the first day already, and now he was about to subject himself to being a bull all over again.
But he had no choice.
He touched the belt buckle and could feel the changes beginning again. Blackness spread down his skin from his hand where he touched the buckle, and thick black fur began to sprout all over his body. His fingers merged together, becoming hooves, and as the blackness spread down his legs, his toes did the same. His spine then changed, forcing him down onto all fours, and he could feel his face reshaping too as it became that of an Angus bull. And, most importantly of all, he could feel something growing, almost sprouting, at his groin, below his dick. He was regrowing a set of bovine testicles.
"Be careful not to lose these again," John said as he grabbed Jared by the balls, almost making him jump.
And then Jared was sent through time and space back to the pasture on the Killingsworth farm on that fateful day. And now his balls were back. After nearly a week of their absence, his bull balls were back and full, ready to be used. He was feeling incredibly horny, as if this feeling had been building up all this time he had been without his balls. His long pink bull cock was sliding out of its sheath. He could barely control himself as he wandered towards the nearby cows.