Jake stared at himself as he became more bovine, chest barrelling out, and hands and feet fusing into cloven hooves once more. The prospect of being a magnificent bull was exciting, not scary, and he pulled of the slicker to get a full view of his transformation. The small pink nub of his steer's penis was a monster bullcock, and his testicles hung like baseballs in a leather sack.
But then he started to shrink! Jake was disappointed - he was becoming human again. No, wait. His arms and legs were hairy and changing into bovine limbs, and he could feel his face pushing out into a muzzle. A tail snaked out over his butt, and he could feel a thickness of thought as his human brain became that of a bull.
No, not a bull. As he continued to get smaller, younger, Jake remembered what Lindsey had said. Daddy wrapped Mason up in the slicker till his mother would nurse him after the storm. Mason the prze stud was a newborne calf when this slicker was wrapped around him - which meant that Jake was becoming... no, Jake collapsed to floor, too weak to stand. Jake WAS a newborne calf. Hunger and confusion filled his mind, and he gave a thin bellow of fear. Where was his mother?