The smell was intoxicating, the musk of his family's bulls filling his new bovine nostrils. Mark shook his head, trying to get him-er...herself-to focus. Between the smells, and the growing need to be milked though, she could feel her inner cow fighting for control harder and harder. Thoughts of mating with the bulls, and having calves were flooding her mind at a steady pace. With a fully body shudder she began to realize, the vial had made her a cow in heat!
A low moo from behind her suddenly broke her out of her trance. A quick glance back and she could see one of the bulls, Ferdinand, approach her. He sniffed at the air, his attention fully drawn to the cow and her growing hormones.
Mark had to do something. Either find a way out of the pen or.....