Soon the bovine hid began to etch itself into the human skin of a horrified young male. Mike, his name he thought of it ran over and over in his mind, he felt a need to remember that his name was Mike.
Strange patterns and even odd new memories flooded into his trapped mind. Mike saw and felt, gaining sensual memories of what this woman doomed her brother to know, he being as a bull and sire for some twenty years of bovine debauchery.
The sense of his body gaining mass began with the acknowledgment of Mike feeling the hair of his then bovine hide touching and touched by the twine and wax cocoon which enveloped him.
Dreamy times of weird and wild bovine memories lived by others who had worn that hide in previous lifetimes, all of their wondrous thrills did divide and conquer the will of Mike to break free of his bonds and run for the safety of home.
Moaning to the seduction of his ever changing body, Mike let out moans that turned soon to sound more like mooing of a bull feeling the call to some sexual rapture.
A squealing cry was about the only non-bovine sound that Mike made, this coming out of him when from his spine erupted forth the growing links to make for him his bullish tail.
Time passed quickly, and as promised by the week's ending, a young virile bull stood content and happily willing to give up his past and do what is expected of him while being a truly prized prize winning bull.