Moaning and Mooing the Bull walked in circles. Singleton looked down as the bright glow of power dulled and the low hum subsided. A look up saw to his amazement his long time friend and Landlord now a hefty brown haired bull.
Stepping from around the counter Singleton put the Medallion's silver chain up and over his neck to rest on manly shoulders.
"Mason my friend!" said Singleton as the circling bull stopped and looked up.
Stepping closer to Singleton a soft and fuzzed muzzle touches Singleton's hand. A rise of fear in Singleton makes the tame bull lick the man's hand as if to show no malice.
"I'm sorry ole' friend, I didn't know this things power!" said Singleton as he reached over to tassel Mason's curly mane.
A low Moo and then the great big bull rubbed his head against Singleton's arm.
Singleton looked down his eyes fixed on the bull's movements. "You, Mason, you like what you are?" asked Singleton.
"Moo!" came the reply in a soft and calm sort of manner.
Singleton's arms dropped to his sides. Stepping to one side this massive bovine he took a quick inventory of what Mason had become. A saddle brown hair covered the bull as if furred for the soon coming Winter months. Large muscled shoulders, strong flanks, a flat butt covered with a thick bony tail.
"Your quite some handsome bull!" said Singleton as he suddenly slapped one hand over his mouth in fear of what he's said.
Mason turned his head and with a half step forward licked Singleton's hand with obvious affection.
"You, you like being a bull?" asked Singleton.
A soft, "Moo!" was Mason's reply.
Singleton stood for a moment and then with hand rubbing his chin he picked up the phone. "Raoul, Singleton, I, I have a deal for you, come over and bring your biggest stock truck! Yes my friend, stock truck, come here now!"
Turning to Mason, "My ole' friend I can not make you as you were but if you like being this bull in form it may be possible to try living as a bull too. Raoul has a big farm and from his farm come fighting bulls for the ring! If I make a deal and you become a sire of those bulls and cows would you not be interested?" asked Singleton.
Mason stood for a moment and then with a open mouth said, "MOO!" as if to agree.
"Yes? Fine my ole' friend I shall deal your sale to be the best of living conditions any bull has ever known! I see a new and bright future for you my friend! A Sire, just the sound of it suggests someone regal and mounted high above all around." said Singleton his thoughts in the clouds.
An hour later and Mason is loaded aboard the stock truck a rope noosed about his strong neck. He stands calm but with watchful eye he notes his friend being payed and his thought as he's sold like a bale or bundle.
"Raoul you have made one great bargain! The man who came here and left with me this fine specimen of bovine-ship tells me it was bred with the usage of being a great sire. One needs only look at those huge balls hung so low to see the wealth of breeding it took to make this fine bull." sold Singleton as Raoul stood quite and petted Mason's thick skinned sheath.
"I pay you well, but he will earn me every penny! I have one large herd and since the black blight of hoof and mouth I lost our prize bull. If he last through the sick times and sire the cows he'll be sexually happy the rest of his life! Nine hundred cows and no bull, now the cows will be thrilled, might want him mounting each ten times till all with calf. Hey I could sire him out too, oh he's going to have one raw bull's cock!" said Raoul with a evil grin.
The truck started to leave as Singleton waived and called out, Good luck my ole' friend!"
Mason looked back as thoughts of all he'd lost totaled in his mind. It was as a swam of flies settled on his bare ass that the use of his tail became quite apparent. The jiggle and joggle of his truck ride soon shook the great inner bladder to one massive need to release.
The tip on his bull's cock slipped into daylight as the truck stopped for a traffic light. One silly youth in a convertible pulled along side as Mason loosed his flood.
The sound of laughter from down below turned the bull's attention to a youth. A lift of one hind legs sent a hot stream of yellow stench through the slats of his ride. Splatter and screams came from the car near by as one youth received his due.
Mason chuckled to himself as only a bull might do. The grumbling youth dimmed as his ride moved on and Mason gave a look back.