"Hey Brad, I'm leaving for work, called Brad's Dad. It's six thirty and I need the lawn work done today! Come on get up and get going, and with the bang of the back porch door he was out and gone."
Brad felt stiff as he rolled out of bed. 6:30 a.m. said the digital clock on his dresser. Brad rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he picked up a change of clothes. Heading for the bathroom he stopped in the hall. "What the hell did I just see, Brad shouted!"
Stepping back into his bedroom he peered into the mirror above his dresser. Looking back at him was one fine horny bull's head in place of his own.
Still able to form words in both mind and mouth he mumbled to himself. "How the hell is this happening, and where the hell will I soon live if it continues???"
Looking at his bulging chest peaked out of his leather jacket, he un zipped it. A black hairy chest puffed out as the zipped plunged downward. Turning first right and then left he admired the strong beefy form.
Feeling ever so stuffed in the leather pants he began to peel them off too. This was becoming difficult as he noticed his fingers were stiff and the finger nails seemed dark and thicker.
As the pants fell to the floor he gave a rather bovine human grin. Brad felt rather sensously pleased as he modeled the new bovine look in his mirror.
Just then his alarm clock rang for 7:00 a.m. and Brad turned and with a step reached to shut it off. Yet the alarm rang a bell in his head. Alert suddenly to his changing form he started to think about his situation.
Brad's mind was still clear, yet he could not begin to amagine how, why and where this change was coming from and might end up.
Feeling a yawn coming on he stretched and yawned mouth opening wide. He closed his eyes and felt a rush to beastly strength roar throught his being. As the yawn finished, eyes opened to see him stretching his new forelegs and cloven hooves.
Stunned he felt another yawn coming on and before he could squelch the thought he began again. "Aahhhraaaaa.....!" Brad again opened his eyes to see more changes.
Thighs and knees bucked forward as his feet sprouted longed and ended as black cloven hooves. Now Brad looked every was as a bovine black bull except as he fell forward onto his forehooves his bovine sheath giggled and swung.
Straining to see Brad turned his bull head to look for his swinging balls. Yet none were there, he was bovine but a steer and not a bull.
Little was Brad aware that the Virus he recieved from Mellony's hands attached to his DNA and merged with the steer's leather in the jacket and pants he wore.
Standing but the phone Brad's right front hoove punched out the phone number of Mellony. Barely able to form words he waited as the phone rang and rang.
"HUMHEHONY, HRAD!"