"POOF," and Jared then thought, " I must keep the cow herd at a distance, maybe by walking along there the bottom of the pasture rainwater drainage ditch!
As secondarily, I must make my way to where the men and John were repairing the fence, my being again an Angus type, the feelings in me says this form and lifestyle is really neat."
Jared plodded onwards, his body that of a mature Black Angus breed bull, he the essence of a biological sex machine.
As planned he walked to where he had just the day before seen the herd. Jared unlatched the pasture gate, he using his muscular lips, as let the gate swing open. This time round and Jared knew better to turn and pull the pasture gate to close and latch shut, he almost smiling as he heard the profound metallic "CLICK," a telltale sound of his choosing to be a bull to the herd.
Plod, plod, plod, plod, plod, Jared was an 800 pound bull that wasn't a bull one hour previously. He walked the deep ditch heading toward the center of the huge pasture, planning to mingle with what cows were standing around the watering trough, and the windmill that kept it full. He felt warm from the direct sun blazing down on his black fur covered body. He walked to and stuck his mouth to the water. "Do I suck of lap," Jared pondered? Finally he felt full after having choked twice, as turned then to tend to the cows there feeling a need for his servicing.
Jared mingled with the waiting and grazing cows. He lowered his head and tried to watch a nearby cow, he almost began the mind-draining action of grazing, but stopped short of doing as he tried to focus on what he had come there to do, "To mate!".
He watched a cow who wasn't choosy as to what she pulled in with her rubber lips. Grass, all kinds, weeds, some old, as dry cow flop, she didn't care, she just ate.
Bovine life and time began again, and the smells of cows was to Jared a fond reminder of a fun week he tried being a bull. As but an hours into his second chance at a different outcome to becoming a herd bull, Jared let slip some of his intention, and joined the cows grazing, he tending to the normal body functions of being a bovine. Then the wind or something changed and a sniffed-snuffing, Jared the bull knew what it suddenly wanted, cows!
A whiff of a cow' pheromones seeped into a then very bull-like big nose. The nose chose the direction and sent the rest of the bull toward its fervent desire.
Something different seemed to be happening from what Jared recalled from his first day when being a bull. The cow he planned to mate did not try to scurry away, but stood still knowing the presence of a BULL. Jared followed what he had learned and remembered, as sniffed the at her vulva. His learned knowledge of scenting a cow as ready to mate, he did what to him the first time and then the second time made him shudder. Bovine courting required he the bull to reach his muzzle forward as use his large tongue, he would lick at the moist, as weeping vulva lips, they coated as well with her last pooping smear from a filthy tail.
The bull body shivered as Jared stood smelling and tasting of the cow as ready and oddly willing, and then too was the lust building inside his bovine mind. All this time the thought pattern of Jared being a human was fading, dominated by stronger, as beastly instincts.
When the feel of his bull penis stretched out stiffly from the furred sheath, he knew it to be pointed and pinkish red. A bounding leap push with front legs sent an urgent need throughout the bull body and mind. "Huh, sniff, pant, ah..., and Yea, a hit!" Jared thought to say, he feeling his bull touch the vulva lips, as with the tickling sensation his cock penis rammed deep into the wide vagina of the loving cow.
"How nice, what, hey, hey, I am having sex with a cow, vile tasting, dirty damn cow."
As much that Jared thought then the courting and mating held a sense of being revolting, the thought faded, as what was of being a bull overwhelmed human morality with a want for procreation.
Hearty as is a bull, Jared marveled at what he felt pumped into the still cow.
Jared the bull then stepped back, he sliding off and out from the cow. A feel of satisfaction rolled through Jared. He sliding his chin and muzzled-nose along those vulva lips, giving him reason and urge to poke at it with his tongue one last time. This time the human mind a sense to taste was rewarded with a mouth of her juices and his own sperm, from which he responded mentally with the thought word of " YUCK!"
"Jared, oh Jared you need to think and remember, come on fool, remember, you must keep your mind on what needs be done for this week, or there will be a boy bull losing his balls to becoming a steer, and sent to slaughter...!"
Memories and fear of such a dire fate demeaned the bull want for sex, sex, and more sex, as did a human mentality this time ruled the day.