(Man to Bull)



There was nothing that brought Gary more joy than owning a gym. By letting his employees use equipment for free, he was able to both provide them with fewer benefits and get them to increase his bottled water revenue. By owning the only gym for miles around, he was able to jack up the membership price while keeping customers steady. And by using such ruthless practices, he was used to being called an 'asshole' or 'dick'.



Gary couldn't care less. As he drove home from work, a smirk crept across his face at the thought of how upset people he'd made people that day. To him, business was a dog-eat-dog world, and it only made sense to rather be the hunter than the prey. He was cutthroat, cold, and cruel — but never ashamed about it.



[I like the way you think!]



"Gah!" he yelped upon hearing the phantom voice, swerving a bit on the road from surprise. He nervously ventured, "Uh... hello? Who said that?"



[I'm your spirit animal, bro! Who else?]



"Spirit animal?" Gary echoed. While he'd never been a very 'spiritual', he didn't see a more feasible way for a voice to have telepathically entered his head. "How the hell are you talking to me?"



Instead of hearing a response, the sound of his car engine sputtering soon met his ears as a blinking light on the dashboard made him aware that his car was out of gas. Gary frowned. He'd refueled just that morning — how was the tank empty already?



[Yo, checkit!]



Gary's attention abruptly shifted to the view out his window. Verdant hills of pastureland rolled further than his eyes could make out, and though he'd never been drawn to the whole 'rural' aesthetic of farms, he found himself now exiting his car just to better soak in the tranquility of it all.



[How about we take a closer look?]



Gary blinked. "Wait, what's this 'we' business?" Eventually prying his attention away from the countryside, he shook his head for clarity. "Look, I don't know how or when I slipped into an insanity deep enough to hear the voice of my 'spirit animal', but I'd really appreciate some silence, here."



GGZZZT!



A prickle of electricity shot violently down his spine and made it feel as though all of his muscles had simultaneously contracted. His breathing turned frantic once his legs started moving on their own accord, making him a mere spectator to his body vaulting the white picket fence into the cow pasture.



[Aw, c'mon, bro! Aren't you glad your spirit animal is finally in control?]



"You!" Gary shouted, grateful to still be in control of his vocal chords. "You're doing this to me!"



[Haha, you know it! We're gonna have some fun, ya hear?]



His body came to a halt a good distance into the field. "Give me back my body!" Gary got out through gasped breaths. "I don't know how the fuck you're controlling me, but I won't let—"



Suddenly, the distant sound of mooing made its way over the hills, making him feel lightheaded as his ears morphed. They moved to be higher up on his head and pulled outwards until bearing perfect resemblance to animal ears, although Gary became too aroused at what he could now hear to notice anything out of the ordinary. His pants began to slowly bulge around his groin as his sensitive hearing allowed him to pick up on the amount of lust in the cows' husky lowing.



[Those heifers sound horny as fuck! We're not gonna get any tail looking like this, though...]



He recoiled. "What? Who cares if they're horny — they're cows!" he cried out, but Gary couldn't ignore how turned on he was at the thought of satisfying their audible desire for dick. "Nngh, why do I find their mooing so... so hot?"



[You're becoming one with your spirit animal as punishment, duh!]



"Punishment?"



[Yeah! It only goes that a self-servicing meathead such as yourself should look the part, don't you think?]



"OOF!" Gary suddenly lurched forward, the wind having been abruptly knocked out of him. His body began swelling larger and larger and reached 300 pounds of mass within the first few seconds. His slim and muscular frame ballooned in size, becoming riddled with flabby skin and fat folds that made his weight pass 500 to then 600 pounds in an instant.



The skin of Gary's neck grew especially loose as the separation between his head and torso greatly thickened. A guttural yell flew past his lips once his torso extended as to accommodate the now 1,000 pounds of weight clinging to his bones.



[Aw yeah, we got some heft to us now! But I bet you there's a way to get an even beefier paunch going...]



Before he could even think about questioning the voice, Gary felt his eyes fixate themselves on the grass below. The green blades looked oddly... appetizing. As he scolded himself for having such a thought, he didn't notice his nose gradually broaden and push outwards. Gary's nostrils nearly tripled in size and he drew heaving breaths as his torso continued to put strain on his body.



The smell of grass wafted through his gaping nostrils and made him forget about everything else — the scent's earthiness was too enticing to even begin to ignore. He stared intently at the pasture's sod, his sense of smell growing stronger as if to let him better soak in the grass's aroma.



A stream of thick slobber slowly seeped from his seemingly thicker lips out of hunger, and by swishing his tongue across his face to slurp back in the drool, he could feel both how long and how massive his tongue had grown.



[Smells good, don't it? Alright, let's graze it up!]



An excruciating CRACK! sounded from Gary's hips once they violently changed structure. He was forced onto all fours, and the force of his nearly 1,500 pound body colliding with the ground put him in a dizzy haze. In this stupor, he failed to be at all cognizant of the dense, black fur slowly creeping across his body. He was also too dazed to notice the changes to his limbs; the digits of Gary's hands and feet merged together and hardened into the four thick hooves of an ungulate.



Once he'd snapped out of his trance, however, any alterations to his form became unimportant once Gary found he could now reach the grass below with his mouth. He eagerly lolled a sopping-wet tongue out of his mouth as a coat of bovine fur finished crawling across his pelt. He stuck his head into the forest of green stems below and took his first bite.



His mouth immediately enlarged in his skull as to male for a larger mouthful than Gary had anticipated. But after realizing how incredible it tasted, he was actually glad to have gotten so much grass in a single bite. He used his long tongue to twist the damp clumps of grass around in his mouth, not noticing how utterly massive the fleshy muscle had become or how many more thousands of taste buds had grown on it. No, he merely enjoyed that last point — never had a taste been as flavorful as this! He let out an involuntary huff of delight from how good it felt to simply stand there and graze.



Letting instinct take over, Gary swallowed his bite without having chewed it first and let it re-enter his mouth as cud before using his molars to chew it once more. In doing so, his teeth all flattened and swelled in his mouth as to better break up the soggy loads of grass. Caught in too peaceful a bliss to realize it happening, his frame grew past 2,000 pounds of mass as his midsection looked near identical to a bull's.



Gary involuntarily smacked his rubbery flews out of thirst and let a lumbering gait carry him in the direction of a waterhole. But he could only take a few clumsy steps before being forced to keel over in anguish, a tugging sensation erupting from out of his rump. Hanging a moist tongue below his chin, Gary began to give quicker and sultrier breaths until the air grew foggy from his steamy panting. Then, as suddenly as the feeling had begun, it went away, leaving Gary to stand up in dazed confusion.



Some internal voice seemed to coax his attention away from what had just happened and instead made him refocus on quenching his thirst. He set off once again, thinking unremarkably of the ropey tail now idly swishing around his backside.



He reached the small pond at last and greedily lapped up gulps of water with his fleshy tongue. Once he'd drunk enough water for his body to have almost physically bloated from it, Gary pulled his head back up in satisfaction only to freeze up at the sight of his reflection in the water's still surface.



Gary stared at the image of a bull and it back at him, alarm gradually building in his chest the longer he observed his supposed bovine reflection. Water dripped from the bull's soggy muzzle as it did from his own; the bull flitted a tongue up to lick its damp nose whenever he did; the bull's flared its nostrils in response to him doing the same in sudden understanding: this really was his reflection now!



Yet panic only seemed to vanish from his consciousness upon him realizing what he looked like, for his bovine appearance now instilled nothing but pride in him. He loved how he looked! The sheer bulk of his body, the greasy sheen to his fur, the sensual warmth on his breath: why had he felt anything but adoration for his body just then?



[Now we're getting somewhere! But, hey — whaddya think of that cow over there?]



Gary looked around to see a heifer cresting a nearby hilltop, and the sight of her cast a mental fog over his consciousness. In this haze, he could almost feel it as his brain shrank in size, his intelligence slowly dwindling as a result. His cognition regressed further and further until the simplest of concepts were too complex for him to comprehend.



He felt his bladder swell with urine and wasted no time pissing on the grass underhoof, feeling nothing but satisfaction at having

indulged the urge to piss such a primal way. He began to heave with animalistic desire after his mind had finally degraded to a point where the cow atop the hill turned him on. And as his cock grew stiffer, Gary soon wanted nothing more than to fuck her.



[Easy there, sailor! How you gonna ram a cow like her with such a pathetic package? We gotta get you hooked up...]



Arousal filled every essence of Gary's being until the only thing on his mind was sex. A loud moan rang through the air once Gary felt his penis begin to grow, reaching a final length of 2½ ft without it even being erect. His scrotum gained an unwieldy mass of its own, almost tripling in size before making his testicles sag far below his chest. Now appearing as hairy pockets of flesh 5-inches in diameter, they became swollen with the juices of horny anticipation.



The sensation of a sheath growing around his shaft was too intense for him to keep his eyes open, but the immense amount of weight that now dangled from his undercarriage was still telling of how well-hung he was. Once Gary reopened his eyes, his rigid dick pulsated in response to him seeing the heifer nearing him.



Despite the length and hardness of his penis, it hadn't yet been erect before the milky scent of Gary's soon-to-be lover could flood into his nostrils. His cock stiffened as it slid out of its sheath, and the musk emanating from it made his head quake from changes. Any memories of being a human were overpowered by knowledge of his new role: a horny breeding bull, forever in service of the herd's females. His eyes glazed over in vapid stupidity as nothing was left in him but a lust for sex.



The approaching heifer stopped a tail's length away and assumed a lordosis posture. Gary knew what came next. He didn't need his bovine spirit animal to tell him what to do next, for he was the sex-craved bull that'd been in his head. As he stared at the quiver of the cow's clit, he used his tongue to slurp up a coat of viscous drool on his lips before eagerly plodding up to the cow.



Nothing more than a horny bull at this point, he bellowed with bestial might upon mounting his lover. He gave an explosive moan of pleasure at how relieving it felt to ram her, their scents mingling into a single, distinct aroma. Falling into a rhythm of moans and his thrusting, the last of his humanity seemed to leave his body along with one final ejaculation.