The sensualness of his rearranged body now began to plague his thoughts with bovine beastial instincts. Stretching his stance only heightened the sensual effects. As he strained to get the kinks out of the strange new form he tried to speak his thoughts.
Ben's mouth was in no way capable of human speach and he let go a beastial cry of the bull he had become. A bellowing moan which surprised him as well as the neighboring apartments.
Looking down at the laptop he was still able to realise the working of the program. It was counting down both alotted time and the changes occuring that Jim had so happily inserted.
Feeling uneasy about the continued increase in size and weight of the bullish form he began to whip his boney tail. The swatting action gave a new way to show outwardly his inner feelings. The facial expressions which in humans show our feeling and thoughts are now possible to a mouth meant only for scarfing in food.
The room seemed ever more strange as the vision pattern change and eyes moved farther apart. Ben's sinus began a nasal drip that tickled his upper lip causing a long thick tongue to slurp and clean the lips.
He knew these actions from his early years when he would visit a favorite Aunt's rural estate. Old memories ran through his mind of fun times riding horseback and chasing the cows about the pasture. Oh how this turned him on as her remembered the now suculant rear ends of those passionate cows. The sight of a shaking nervous cow as her cust dripped her juices waiting and longing for the bull to mount and cool the ragging fire in her body.
Moooing in a passionate frame of mind Ben felt what he knew to be his bull's cock welling out of the furry sheath which hung so heavy off his belly. As each pressing inch of the member stretched out while stroking and being stroked with the furry hairs adorning the end of the sheath.
The tail wipped violently as his bull's cock became ridged aching for a release. The desire to carress his mate now gone in the raw lust to mount, thrust, and be released from the beastial drive that made Ben almost mad with lust. Lust to feel, lust to dominate, a passion to own the female to which he would spew his semen into.
Even as these bold new desires were thrust upon his human mind, the sight of streams of precum and then sticky globs of bovine bull's seed flew out from below and splattering the keyboard of the laptop.
The force and volume spun the small computer around sending it to the floor with a crash.
Ben was only a little bit aware of the time clock's countdown that now was stopped as it was smashed on the hard wood floor. A sudden
relief of bovine instincts being impressed over and deleting his human thoughts, desires and morals. As he stepped off the chair his still hard cock brushed the floor as he stepped close to oggle the computer's screen.
As the machine's clock was stopped by the fall so was the program's dominance over his changing form. The computer wizard that Ben was could realise the true luck which had just occured.
Luck, not of the Irish but of bullish sexual drive and this rough and touch bodily form. The beastial thrust of his semen had saved Ben from a life as a bull. The clock and program stopped so did his changing to a bull. Yet as he peered over the reddish fur on his shoulders and long back he wondered exactly how long it would take to regress back to the young man he once was.
The wonder turned suddenly to terror as the front door to the apartment burst open. Looking around Ben stood looking at Fran Johnson his spinster neighbor and two policemen seeing a bull in a downtown apartment.
The policemen rushed in and in a second had a rope about Ben's neck and began pushing him out the door into the world of animals.
A quick elevator ride and he was standing on the sidewalk with dozens of onlookers pointing and laughing at the strange sight. Nervous to say the least Ben's bovine instincts braced for some unknown happening and let drop a healthy load on steaming manure. This alone parted the crowd and sent most holding their nose back to their sweet smelling apartments.
A long cold wait till a stock truck arrived and with pulling and shoves from his rear got Ben loaded into the truck and on his way to a cattle farm far away from his home.