Andrew to say little was very mixed up in his thoughts. The orderly filled a trough with sweet grains and a large tub stayed full of cool running water.
A salt lick block was mounted near the drinking tub and cedar shavings were spread over the cold concrete floor. The sweet smells enticed the big bovine nose to drink in the erotic smells and relax the weary mind.
As Mr. Hopper implied the bovine animal body offer the seeking human mind large numbers of scents and instinctive patterns to follow. It was a day or two and Andrew was walking about Moooing for his release to a pasture and the lingering wafts coming from the open barn doors.
Hunger and lusty thoughts filled the mind and burried any memories of Marsha as well his brothers and parents. The feedings and the scents which made the great body turn and wish, now controled the youth.
Andrew was led to a high fenced pen and stood looking about at blue sky. The creak of a hinge and two hardy cows trotted into his pen. The cows huddled together looking over their shoulders at the massive bull.
A delightful scent wafted the air and Andrew joggled over to greet the fun lookin pain. Each step taken shook his body and wobbled a sheath filled with joy.
A sniff of one and her tail arouse to one side. A welcome in any bull's language, Andrew stepped closed and licked the juices seeping from the maiden before him.
A MOOOOOOO, and shaking his head the mental sight of Marsha came to mind. A thought of proper health sense and the vile juices he just swallowed made Andrew step back from the cow.
"This is wrong!" thought Andrew. "I'm not going to give in to Hopper and be a bull!"
A ZAP from the yard manager sent Andrew jumping over toward the cows.
Again the pain mixed with scents from the cow's cunt was overpowering his simple human thoughts. Shaking his head Andrew tried to keep the idea of staying human. At last the instinct pounded down his human disgust and in a bounce he mounted the cow.
Bessie stood for a moment but forgetting her lust started to walk away from Andrew. A quick step to stay aboard Andrew folloed along his forelegs asstraddled the cow. "I wish she would stay in one place!" thought Andrew.
His wish or the factor of lust for release but he issued an idea that again brought back his human past. The agony of where he was and his position of being mounted as a bull over a cow, then too the feeling of a long bull's cock burried deep.