You’re freaking out on the inside. This isn't right. Not at all. What in hell was in that beer.
You notice that your new utter is beginning to feel heavy as it fills rapidly to full capacity. It reminds you of having a full bladder except you can't release it on your own, it has to be milked out.
Your new nostrils smell something, a musk, a pleasant odor which sends a heat through you. You look over to see what's making such an intense smell, and you see its the kid, now fully a bull, with a fully erect bull cock, out from its sheath. You stare at its magnificence, you have a new desire telling you how much you want that cock, your mouth salivates as if it was some juicy steak. But you’re quickly snapped out of it when your mind notices that it can no longer feel your cock at all. Instead, where your cock should be, there feels to be something else entirely. You hope to whatever god will listen that its not what you think it is. You cant simply look down there and see for yourself, your aching udder is in the way.
A thought comes to your mind, and you suddenly realize this was all brought on by the beer. Your mind is telling you to run as far away as you can, to find a way back to manhood and humanhood.
You glance over and the bull seems to be thinking the same thoughts. You find your eyes drawn to his erect cock, and no matter the fact you find it disgusting, you want to go over and lick on that cock so badly. Its a great test of will power that you haven't succumb to this urge already. So what are you going to do, your mind tells you to run for it while your body and instincts are telling you to pleasure the bull. And then there's that stupid utter between your legs to consider too. How great it would be to be milked right now.