The strange mass of feelings one gets as fingers and toes now touch the cold earth a hooves. Some little wiggle is possible but mostly they are numb. Arms which now support your mass feel as odd sorts of legs. Legs which stood straight and tall now bend in a beastial crouch. A new spring in my step as the hind legs jostle me along.
Speach is all but gone as I try my voice box from what sounds a bull can emit. An English Mooo sounds the same as a Spainish one does. The bellowing mooo makes me shudder with the strength as I press it out of my throat. A funny sense of dominate pleasure touchs my thoughts at the echoing sound I produce. It's becoming plain to me how much my desire is to be dominate over all to my kind.
To a holding pen of steel bull strong bars I go. The dirt in my corral is strewn with cow droppings and puddles of no doubt cow urine. I walk about stepping of cow pies that in time won't be a bother let alone a thought.
This body makes me feel almost perfectly natural, as if I was born this way even! My boney tail swings and brushes over the bulbous asshole and hairy buttocks of this, me the bull!
The Bull, it sounds to my changing mind as something very satisfactory. I'm more and more pleased with my sturdy strong self. Deep breatthes soon lead to snorting about as a new way to show my dominance over all around.
Two wranglers approach, both hold a rein attached to a halter on the pretty face of a fine young cow. I lick my lips at the sight of her swinging tail as those hearty buttocks move ever closer. The bullish rage builds as I feel the beginnings to my first several thousands of bovine erections to come!