Phil still remembered he had a deep seeded need for something but the thought blotted out by his new lust to graze. Walking aside Lynda, Phil felt her buffalo bodies' strength grow.
Grazing caused a lack of total thought. What was days turned to weeks as Phil's cow body matured. The occasional young bull buffalo trying to mount her was a nice distraction from the feeding and flies.
A smile of animal pleasure as one almost grown bull poked at and then plunged into Phil's bovine vagina. A new sense to the male mind now locked into a cow's body Phil enjoyed these incounter's.
One day after untold months Phil stood near her friend Lynda at the east side of the watering hole. Heads lifted for a looksee as some visitors pointed and talked about the big beasts only a arm's length away.
Lynda was the first to notice the tall grass at the pathside. As she turned to saunter over and taste the lush green grass, Phil had a quick rememberance of the path.
A odd need deep in his past, she felt a desire to cross the brick path for some unknown reason. So Phil walked quickly toward the people, Lynda, and the path.
A friendly hand reached out to pet Phil's black hide and as the human touched his head his human thoughts returned. In a quick bound Phil jumped her buffalo cow body onto the brick path. Lynda seeing her friend do something also bounded onto the pathway.
All the people scattered except the one who touched Phil's head. He stood still and just watched.
Phil's human mind came back quickly as she sat down on her rump and tail. Shaking her great head and horns Phil's thoughts and human with bovine buffalo memories came rushing back.
Turning his now changing head toward the human man Phil offered his right foreleg as a shake of hands in thanks. As his face changed to be more human a woman screamed.
Lynda still mostly buffalo cow jumped back and Phil caught her tail in his mouth. Holding fast he did not want her to jump back into the Savanna scene.
As Phil's face regained human composure he felt the sound of his voice come back and he tried to speak. At the sound of his voice Lynda sat down on the path.