Tim bounced aboard his morning mate, he entered the erect shaft in one quick thrust. His cow stood quiet and willing for the touching. He wiggled and played for every sensation he could feel while those massive balls choked out globs of bovine semen down the gorged length of his long pink shaft.
At last his passion subsided and slipping from off the cows back he stood looking around.
The bull's bull of a sire Tim was, and pleased to himself as well. At one time or another he would think back to the humanity and life he had before. His strife and agony to learn and understand was past, now he reigned supreme. Indeed the struggle of life was gone, he had food, shelter, and the ability to enjoy his male self whenever the desire moved him.
True it was that the Tim Jones is now a member of the Bovine heritage. He was a stout and strong Angus bull. Tim felt happy to be the male he was and pranced about the corral. As he looked up from the bovine world he saw an angel and friend in Alice.
As they met from time to time at the corral fence or gate, Tim's instinct learned response to Alice was a rigid bovine hard. She would kneel down and stroke the meaty shaft which sent Tim to bullish heaven. Alice would talk to him, her words having meaning till his erect bulls cock spewed the load. Then his sense and memory took wing and only the lusting bull stood till erection shrank and lust passed.
Days and weeks went by as farmer after farmer brought cows upon cows for service of sire T.J. Angus. Tim found himself pleased by his ability to mount and so quickly insert the shaft in his mates. He would not even be embaressed when becoming erect with onlookers talking about him. He put his thoughts aside and went to work with a passion unlike any bull around.
Alice watched her friend lose his touch with humanity and accept the bull he was. As weeks became months Tim's friendship waned and soon lost his care for her talk and touch.