My alarm rang and scared the hell out of me. Jumping out of bed i headed for the shower with a meeting first this with Sheriff Bob Peterson.
The water was hot and felt so good to wash the filth of the cow barn from my body. As I rubbed the soap over shoulders, arms and chest a feeling of strange sensations came to mind. The sting of soap in my eyes kept them closed till with towel in hand I dried the eyes and opened the shower door.
The view was unexpected but gave a certain satisfaction. The strange sensations were realised. I looked at the full head, face, and ears of a white face Hereford Bull.
Stepping out of the shower stall my form reflected in the steamed mirror. Indeed my chest was thicker and heavy of muscle. White hairs blended at the shoulders with very red bovine fur. The white hiar continued down to my now hardy big sheath and two grapefruit sized balls. Turning I twisted my butt and saw an expected thick boney tail of the bovine cow I fucked with last night.
My shoulders still human and arms though covered in red fur were quite human. Hands were still hands but the skin was very pink. Looking down to what I longed so to feel and touch my thighs had spread wider and looked very much as the bull I was becoming.
The ring of the phone and as I picked it up an angry Bob asked where I was?
I wanted to answer but the sounds I issued were less than words and much more a bellow of a bull.
"Figure's doesn't it Frank, you fucking that cow all night, why I was apauled!"
I listened and as best I could muster a "Huh!"
"Yea I was there, Circe sent me back in time to just before you had sidestepped my push of you. She told me I was a horse's ass and in that thought she had me sent back. Yea that was me the stallion in the barn last night. She cursed me to become a stallion when I get horney. So as I get sexual the desire to hump and mount a mare is my lifestle to come. I think Circe was better to me than you life to come as a Hereford Bull. Enough for now but if you want me to ask the portal to send you to a time when a bull was a piece of property and not a hunk of meat waiting the slaughter, then come and see me Frank!"