The mounting sexual desires continued time after time. Once he had mounted two cows another pair ran into the pen. Andrew knew that continued lust for primal needs would in the end wipe away any human thoughts.
Andrew felt he was dying a little each time he spewed his load into a cow's juicy cunt. In the bovine ritual of sexual delight Andrew licked the musky juices of the female, an act which sent shivers in what was left of human thoughts.
"Never not ever would he lick Marsha the way he touched the cows!" Andrew thought. As he felt groused out by his bullish acts the licking continued with the entrance of each new cow.
Day became night but the cows kept coming. As day became a hot noon sun a familiar voice called from one side of the pen. "Andrew is their any boy left in that massive Brahma bull that is you?" asked Mr. Hopper.
Andrew dismounted from the cows cunt with the pop of a cork from a wine bottle. Turning he approached the voice until his limited sight saw the man who issued this terror upon him.
A"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOing" bellow issued from the bull's mouth as a response to the question.
Mr Hopper stood by the iron fence and laughed at the boy in bovine form.
Andrew still with a rock hard cock scraping the concrete bounced to stand upright against the iron fence. Now he looked down at the man which he hated. Whether it was hate of bullish lust still lingering in his balls Andrew's pink cock spewed a gusher of bull semen into Mr. Hopper's face.
The humor of the moment quickly faded to Mr. Hopper as he was bathed in a shower of sticky slime. "Remove him back to the barn!" order the man in a sticky situation.
The yard manager took a rope leed and walked the now happy bull back to his stall. "Sonny if he offers you a treat as a gift don't take it or the human you were will be gone for sure, you understand boy?' asked the kinder man.
Sam Idote had worked as yard manager for the most of ten years. Now after the show he had witnessed and at first been a willing part of he had a different opinion of Mr. Hopper now.
Andrew stood in all his gray haired beauty a Brahama bull. His weight was more than a ton but he could move like a gazelle. Mr. Hopper walked into the stall still wiping the semen from his hair.
Laughing he stood with a smile in front of the massive bull. "Understand me boy, the bull you are is the beast you will live as till the day you die! I will not accept you dislike of me hereon! A personal note, your brothers Jason and Bret are enjoying their Flux change to a pair of big rams! As rams they are accepting the change and within a week or more will be sent to pasture. There as you do they will mount ewes till their strenght gives out. They catch a nap and go quickly back to pregnating ewes."
Andrew bellowed his dislike of the news.
"Oh by the way your Father is coming in for a checkup. Seems he has had back pains for some weeks and now sports a four inch growing tail. I can't wait to see what animal hormone he came in contact with to bring about his change." said Henry.
A flat palm offered a green treat for the bull as a gift, but the bull knocked it from the hand a crushed it on the barn floor.