Paul could hear his stomach, or maybe that was stomachs now, gurgle. He was a growing bull now, and he needed sustenance. With a
grunt that sheared the rest of his clothing off, he stood up, and stumbled on awkward hooved feet over to the nearest hay bale and began
eating, it was so good. He'd never imagined dried grass could taste so great, but it really did. With each chew of hay, he could feel his
changes surge, his body grow larger. The eating was accelerating his change.
"Hey... What are yooOOOooo doing? You're going to change the rest of the way if you keep eating!" Sylvia protested, but he was having
trouble remembering her name. He paused for a moment, and looked back to the cow. It was hard to stand on two legs now, so he let
himself drop forward, landing on all fours with a heavy thud.
"GooOOOood. Pretty cow need gooOOod bull," he said. The words were hard to form, thoughts even harder. "Want be goOOOood bull
for yooOOOoo."
"Why though? YoOOOoo don't even know me," she said. "We never met befooOoOOore and you just want to leave humanity behind for
me?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation. "Hungry now. Want eat. You eat tooOOoOooo."
And with that, he returned to the hay bale, taking a bite and chewing on t methodically.