Bob was deep in rut feelings as he stood humping his first totally bestial born cow. No doubt as to his pangs of lust, but unlike a born bull, Bob felt passion for his mating with the second heifer. He became urgent to finish his mating, knowing that the trailer and truck turned off the highway and began a rough drive along a dust gravel road. One thing and one thing only was filled his mind, Bob gained a blind lusting desire to feel and pleasure coming from mating with tender vulva' heifers.
As lucky for them and especially for Bob, as their halters were rope tied to the trailers side-slats. As their limited movement offered him two almost willing mates who could not move too far either right or left. Bob recalled that he did the first one rather quick-like, but the second was more of a lounging mating, as he remembered having three orgasmic thrills.
Upon their arrival and when unloading, one of the wranglers said, "Hey we picked up two cows for the Sunrise Research Farm, but we got a bull now too!"
"I know I loaded the two cows in and tied them up the way you showed me, Boss!
Then before I closed the tailgate I went and signed the consignment forms. I came back gave a quick look inside but by then it was dark. I closed the trail-gate, locked two latches, checked the hitch, safety chains and lights. Then you jumped into the cab and we drove to our first stop and rested at your favorite bed and breakfast bordello Motel."
"Well he is part of the load now, maybe the Farm Vet will use him for one of their weird experiments?" said the driver.
His words turned Bob to wondering what he got himself into, he hearing the words said about him and his two companions. As the word "Farm" aroused Bob, he got another erection as they unloaded him, all the while pondering the word "Experiments" tended to give a chill. The farm scents were cruder than those of two lusty heifers as in a heightened state of being bred. As well Bob being by then as changed, was a Black Angus bull, he was still taking his accounting of just how much of him had so changed.
It was mid-morning when the truck driver returned with a man wearing a white laboratory dress jacket, as on the jacket pocket Bob eyed it closely, and with some difficulty her read it as "Sunrise Research Farm."
Soon then the truck with trailer drove away and Bob stood still alone, wearing then a head halter and having a leather rein clipped, as tied to a ring-post, leaving his black furry body to soak up the heat rays from the Sun. A slow turn of the head to see men coming toward him, both laughing and making rude notes about what the heifer thought, feeling the brutal technique of a bull stretching their new bovine vagina. They quickly stopped laughing and talking when a man dressed in black shirt and slacks walked out the two story tall building, and met with them.
Bob felt he was still somewhat aroused, feeling a fly taking a walk along the length of his bullish erect cock. The hairy fringes of his furred sheath touched then itched him bad. Bob wanted to brush away the fly, but his legs could not reach far enough. Bob then gave his head and body a harsh shake, and shook all over with the wilder than wild passion, he bellowing a load Moo.
The men allowed Bob time to calm himself, before they haltered a thick white rope noose about his thick, muscular neck, and led him along behind the well dressed man. Bob was led to a large barn, and placed inside a box stall. He listened as the men talked, all wondering where he came from, but the well dressed man felt sure of Bob being a sexual changeling. He stood there acting calm and being as if a dumb animal, but kept looking, and waiting.
As from out of nowhere, a man dressed in work coveralls approached Bob, and with remarkable agility and speed, he did insert, compress, and permanently loge a large brass into the bridge of Bob's bullish nose. The ring made Bob to bellow, he screaming from the sharp pain in his nose, as bade him to turn toward the well dressed man and moo again. As then the fun feelings of being an animal came home to roost in a harsh and painful manner. Bob felt then as he had become an Aberdeen Angus bull from nose ring to end of his black furred tail.
"I believe the bull just accepted his situation as being permanently his new lifestyle. If you are as what I suspect you were, by crawling inside the stock trailer and for why you mated, bred the two heifer subjects, the sexual fornicating has doomed you. Understand me well, you are as property, I own you, and being but an animal in the eyes of human laws, I can use you as a bull, or sell you to slaughter." The well dressed man said to then Bob the bull.
Bob then mooed loudly, as the man smiled at Bob, he saying, "Don't bother to trying to speak, as a waste of time, just bellow deep as groaning bellows, roared out of your mouth, they make the sounds of a healthy bull."
Right then Bob knew the old man at his shop was likely laughing a good laugh. Bob knew what he had become, and after the insult from the nose ring, to his treatment like a common farm animal, he realized his body determined his future. Lust governed Bob, as he walked to that barn he felt his yam size big and weighty balls sway, bonking at his furry hind hocks. His bony snaky tail swung, caressing his protruded anus and a flat, muscular furry big butt. He was a brute of bone and muscle, a bovine then, and the truer essence of a living sex oriented brute animal!
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