The change of boyfriend to bull sat on Alice's thoughts well into the early morning hours. Crying many a tear she wanted to help Tim but knew not which way to turn.
An occasional lowing from the corral made suggestions that the bull was engrossed in mounting. "Tim my Tim I wished for me to be your mate!" Alice thought in her mind. Their love for the other started back in grade school. Over the many years both were together, went everywhere together, and enjoyed everything together.
Alice suddenly awoke to see the Sun up and a smell of pancakes from downstairs.
Rushing to ready she soon flew down the stairs and out the back door toward the corral. A almost screamed Moo came from the barn as Alice flung open the door.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"It's alright, I just put my brand on T.J. Angus! Oh he's OK now but feeling a might sinnged." said Mr. Mason with a grin.
Alice peered over the railing to where stood her friend. At the light of day his human mind with memories now governed his beastly body. A think pink tongue reached up to offer a friendly lick on her hand.
"I'm sorry Tim, but your a Angus bull now and I don't know what to do for you! Please be my friend!" Alice pleaded with tear welling up.
The black bull Mooed a soft tone and raised his great black head to rub those black nostrils over her arm.
Choking back tears Alice told the story her Father believed as being how the bull arrived. Then she told Tim of his bullish exsistance and how Mr. Mason was listing him as a sire bull at the Farm Bureau.
"Daddy says a bull has one good use and that's sex! You will, I hope keep your love for me as I for you? Try hard to stay human at least in thought, please!" urged Alice.
Tim remembered the terror of his change. He remembered the uncontrolled feelings of bovine lust and the ultimate mounting of three sexy cows. He knew all too well the mountain of lust which overwhelmed his will. Tim knew the feelings of being all bull in body as he felt the building urge to dominate his herd.
Shaking his head as strings of greenish saliva drip to the ground he finds the lust building. As his need for sexual dominace builds the control of his body wanes. Soon by midmorning he again mounts the cows in his corral.
"He's a good lusty bull, should earn me some good money come Fall and Spring!" said Mr. Mason as he stood by his disturbed Alice.