The wooden gate swung open without a creek or sound. I stepped past the fenced boundries and began to walk the pasture's wide expanse.
In the distance cattle graze, hundreds of they move slowly and pay no attention to little ole' me.
To one side is the rear of the main stables. I can hear horses whinnie and smell the odor of it's less than clean floor.
A ways farther to the west is a sty full of swine. The squeals of lust for food and sex can be heard a long way away. I can see several large pens, each with a boar hard at work procreating.
A wide path intwine's the hills and offers a walk into a ravine. Curving the path winds back and forth. The aire of this place seems so calm.
I must have walked a mile or more and see ahead a small herd of cattle at the watering tank. A old wooden blade farm windmill cranks it's tune to the wind as it pumps sweet cool water into the tank.
Suddenly I am nudged from the rear by a young heifer. She pushes me ever closer toward the watering tank. I don't mind the play but the area around the tank is a foot deep in mud and mire.
The cattle standing and drinking are up to their hocks in slime and mud. I decide it's best to run to one side and put a stop to the bovine attentions.
The hill climbs quickly as I sprint away from my cow friend. The water from the tank has spilled over the sides and everything in wet or moss covered.
Looking to my rear for a moment and view the distance from my follower, one step slips on a flat rock with green moss.
I tumble forward and try to get a balance, but to no avail. The slip and my flaying arms propell me head long into the mire at the wet end of the tank.
SPLAT, AND OOZZE as my face, head, body, and self slips beneath the surface of the slime.
I raise my head just clear the surface only to see two large cows step over and end up standing on the back of my burried hands. I scream from the pain as the beasts weight pressed down holding my arms and hands deep in the mire.
"Good Mama you captured him, can he stay Mama, can he please?"
The words rang in my head, was I hearing the heifer ask her cow mother for me to stay?
My eyes filled with mud I stared at the kind face of the young heifer. "Please Sir, stay with us we, we all need the service of a real male!"
At the words of another cow I turn my head to see a large flat hairy rump walk backwards and stand above me. If it wasn't bad enough that my eyes were filled with stinging mud I watched a river of yellow boil out of the rear standing above me.
A stench which to this day I could not explain poured over my head and down my dirty face.
"My the divine above on the hill who owns this pasture guide you in your new life ahead!"
Suddenly the cows stepped off my hands and I jumped up to my feet.
Spitting both mire and cow urine from my mouth I yelled in anger. Yell I did as the small herd backed away from the water tank. They all stood to one side except the young heifer.
I was filthy and angry, trying to rationalize the word spoken to me by COWS? Flies buzzed my head and nodoubt enjoyed the stench which I was bathed in.
The heifer came very close and reaching out with her soft muzzel she nipped at my groin. More than a love nip she actually cut my skin.
The sun peered out from behind a cloud and I felt the pain of my life curse through my being. Again I yelled but the echo was more bovine as it rang back to my dirty ears.
"He's going to stay, Mama, said the young cow!"
"Stay!" My only thought was to bathe in the water trough near the tank and clean this stinch from my clothes.
Trudging threw the mud and mire I reached for the trough. Need less to say the view of my face was a dirty one. Yet too was the sight of furry bovine ears covered in mud wiggling at the side of my shaggy head.
My head was covered with dark brown hair when I started my walk. Now however it was sprouting a shaggy covering of white hair as was my chest.
Even as I bowed to drink in the trough my nose and upper lip merged. Blinking my eyes only made each change more quick and very strange.
RIP, went my shirt as muscles on chest and shoulders bloomed. The sound of ripping turned my attention to see reddish hair growing from shoulders and back.
A city fella but not dumb I realized it was soon for me to join the animal kingdom as a Hereford bull. More ripping as pants and undies tore from the huge beast I was becoming.
Fingers and toes turned thick and black as hooves formed and arms became legs. All this should have worried me and given a feeling of terror. Why it did not to this day I can not say, but a bull was soon to be me!
I began to swat the flies with what bemused me a tail. Boney it was red haired and white tipped. Shaggy of hair it rubbed directly across my asshole and gave a neat feel.
In all this my bladder suddenly felt full. Stretching my stance a hardy stream of urine burst from the sensual end of my sheath. This turned my head around to see a furry pouch hang from my gut.
Twisting more I was amazed to see two huge grapefruit balls haging in a light furred sack. Hang they did all the way down to my hocks!
Stepping from the mud I stood before my new herd and welcomed their moooing comments.