The beast that I have become is taking me into the world of animal lust. Sights, sounds, scents, all these drag me down to the basic level of the animal world. A small part of me, maybe what was left of my moral self tried to reach out and hold me back from the desires I felt toward the coming cow.
The pen gate opens and she walks in a little slow at first. Her large brown eyes twinkle but I can sense the fear she has because of me. A quick glance to the laughter and nasty words being tossed at me an this cow.
I stepped forward till my nostrils touched her's. The trade of our breathe and the softness of our muzzels eased that terrible moment. One needs to remember that I too had been changed against my will to this bovine state. The lusts of a naked bull's form has just now started the degrading of me from the person I was, to a bovine bull filled with lust and dominance.
My bull's cock is out full length and the desire to use it as it was made to used builds anxiety. I walk along her flanks as my muzzel strokes along feeling her the nervousness she has about me, the bull.
I stop, I have come to what has drived me into the lusting feeling to mate. Her juices drip from the ungliest wrinkled cunt anyone has ever laid eyes on! Her tail swings and hits me in my squared face. My lust tells me to have a lick and once engroused in desire to ram home my rod and feel release.
Yet that small moral part of me wants me to deny my lust of it's ill gotten gains. Who this cow was before she was made a cow makes me turn again to hear those two wranglers on the fence. Their words are so crude they should be down here and we up there. I tell you now that those awful words sunk into my brain like a knife.
My dominance is also to be a control of myself. I turn and walk away from her rump. The wranglers are past the word of mad, they are wildly intent that I must mount the cow. Cattle prods in hands they jump down with ideas of driving me from pain back to the cow and her female needs.
Zap, ouch, zap, zap zap, they shot charges into my flanks in hope of making me accept this role I'm playing. The instinctive notion strikes me and my pointed horn jabs into the gut on one wrangler. The smell of blood and screams of pain come from the man as he falls off the horn and lays in the dirt of my corral.
The cow has not budged, and I have a thought which seems so right from my bovine mental state. As the other wrangler clims the fence and calls for help I srtoll to stand over the pained man. My hind hooves are near his feet, my fore hooves just past his shoulders. The placement is right and the time is perfect. He holds his hands to the wound in his gut as the blood streams forth. I feel the urge to give him my utmost blessing for the pains he has given both me and the cow.
A drip, then a squirt, then a flood of urine filled with trails of the Reformation Flux Formula. The stream pours down onto his chest and as he screams of pain and terror it seeps into the wound. A half step back sends the reminants of the load straight into the wound.
The wrangler mumbles some words to me, at first they have little meaning but as they float about in my mind I put them into a meaningful sentence.
Sentence, is the correct word as the man has cried out in pain the words, I'm doomed to be as you are!" I smiled to myself, indeed the instinct to infect him had worked so very well.
As more wrangles come to the rescue I and the cow stand to one side to watch. At first he is quickly loaded onto a stretcher. Then the pungent odor of my urine strikes their nose's. A better look at the man offers early signs of bovine serum infection had sent in. One wrangler looks at another and says, "He's infected, a week or two in the lab and he'll be joining the cattle!"
The man moans in pain as he clutches his guts. Out he is carried and again to our much better hearing we are blessed with interesting information. "Harry, you got to make those two mate or they will lose the Flux and begin to regain their human bodies. We can't have that happen! If word gets out how we breed better cattle the F.D.A. will be down here like flies on a cow's butt. Now get to work or I'll have the scientist manager give you an appointment!"
A very scared man looks at me and the cow. I see the fear and smell the scents he is putting off. A man filled with fear now approaches his cattle prod beeping as the charge builds. My bovine mind goes into overdrive and plans form of how to send him to the lab with his friend, that will be my pleasure!