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Tim had a long walk to home but enjoyed his time while in the great outdoors. Many a time he would walk alone, just for time to think and the exercise he got. There was one walking time when he thought of it as nothing different than any before, but it proved him wrong. He would whistle a merry tune to pace his stepping along, feeling more refreshed that day because of the date being early into the fall season.

He took deep breaths of the fresh air and felt the strength that only people of their young late teenage years can. He turned the corner from Farrell road and had a thought to cut across the Mason farm field for just a change of scene while walking on his way home. The Mason family owned an apple orchard, the father having as a secondary business cooked up the very best flavored applesauce he sold then in glass jars.

Tim had walked about a half mile down the orchard valley when he tried to jump the orchard's gate. He was not paying really good attention to much as his nose smelled of apples being cooked. Had to watch his step since some to the riper apples had fallen to the ground and to step on one a person might slip and fall.

That summer was very dry for the second year in a row. As Tim thought too about the Mason family, he quite in love with Alice Mason, she telling of her worries to him about her father having given to note as of the low volume of ripe apples ready for the pickings.

It was about then when his mind was elsewhere when his prospects changed.

Zip, zing, oops, and a flop! Tim slipped on a soft fallen apple and lost his footing, his one foot went out from under him and he fell backwards to the ground with a thud. The falling had the air knocked out of him and he laid there looking up and seeing stars even in the light of day.

As his sense of being came back to him he had the strange feeling of something about his head. Feeling his strength return he looked off to the right as he heard a snap of a twig. Tim's eyes went wide as he saw the form of Mr. Mason's prize Buffalo bull Samson, and his harem of five buffalo cows wandering toward where he laid.

Mr. Mason would many times let these beasts into the orchard to graze down the grasses. They would also eat all the fallen fruit which would otherwise be a mess to walk or drive over. Tim lay still as he was not sure of the massive animals. The small herd walked about very near to Tim and he had all he could do not to jump up and run.

The last light of the summer's Sun was going down as Tim watched Samson approach. The buffalo sniffed the ground and seemed somehow interested in the area around Tim. As Tim watched and lie very still the big Bull was soon met by his harem.

Tim knew he had fallen to lie in a heap of rotting apples which is what caused him to slip and fall. The apples were of course just what Samson loved to eat and was quite intent on nibbling around Tim. As Samson chewed a mouthful he was sniffing the air, his upper lip turned almost inside-out. Again it was that time of the year when some cows become in need of some loving bull to sniff and sense his herd had some need for passion.

Tim stared at the belly of the bull Buffalo as it enjoying the apples sniffed of another form of a thrill and began arousing his large pink penis to emerge from the dark hairy sheath. Tim knew little of how Buffalo's mate except what he had seen on National Geographic cable TV station. As from where he lay Tim knew he was at ground zero with a worm's eye view of the bovine happenings.

Samson stood near Tim's feet and was looking to beyond Tim at a bison cow. The bull took a half step forward and brought his lengthening pink shaft to bear at Tim. The shaft was filling out in size and length as it approached the face of Tim.

Looking to his shoes Tim saw the bullish scrotum swinging and seemed to pulse a little. As Tim looked up again his face became awash in thin runny streams of bovine pre-cum. Samson started to breathe heavy and was working himself up to mounting of the Bison cow.

Thoughts then in Tim were of his past and his hope for a fine future now seemed to be held at bay by Samson sporting his erect pink cock. Suddenly there happened an erupting from the pink shaft; it spewed a slug after slimy globs of a sticky yuck. The bull had masturbated it's self and Tim became the owner of a face and chest covered in the horrible stinking stuff.

As Samson's pink cock skidded through his ejaculation slime and slithered along, it got caught by the then open mouth of a gasping Tim lying helpless there beneath the bulky beast.

The goo covered cock-head slipped in as over the tongue inside of Tim's mouth. The sensation of it was to Tim as horrible and a disgraceful situation, he horrified more if someone might see him in his predicament.

Lying there trying not to bother the bull lest the beast step on as trample its weighty self on Tim, the young man remained quiet as he choked and gasp for air, his mouth filled with six inches of bullish bovine animal penis.

So scared yet to make any move Tim lay there until he was revolted to the absolute. The cow turned to watch her lover having walked toward her o where Samson stopped and had ejaculated his massive load all over and some into poor Tim. He just laid covered in semen the friendly second gift of a warm cow's flop having fallen onto his forehead.

The bull and harem wandered away as Tim sat up looking violated to the worst. Still choking and trying to spit out the bull's semen, Tim made his way toward the main farm buildings to wash up using the watering trough. When Tim stood trying to wash as drink some fresh water he looked up at the squeaking windmill as it cranked away working the pump what pumped from the earth sweet water. Tim directed the flow to run over his stinking head and down his semen slimed chest, as the yucky stuff was drying as becoming a crusty paste.

"You look a mess," said a familiar voice as Tim turned to see then his true love, Alice Mason. "You went taking the short cut to home, after the big party no doubt!" she chided him for where he had gone without taking her along.

Tim continued to wash his stinking face and began to remove his filth covered shirt as he said, "I slipped in an apple heap and that damn bull crapped on me too, as such I'm not feeling all too funny Alice!"

Alice saw her friend looking a little worse for wear so she pointed to the barn. "You can shower in the barn and wash your clothes off too! Dad had the shower installed last summer; we have it there for when we get done spraying insect killers."

Tim smiled and putting his shirt back on, he headed with Alice for the main barn. Once inside Alice turned on the hot water and offered Tim to stand under the showerhead. Tim gave Alice a play by play of his experience done to him by their prize winning bull Samson.

"Wow Tim, he might have stepped on you or gored you with his horns. Daddy just put them inside the orchard fence before dinner.

Oh my how you stink!" said Alice with a smile.

Alice smiled as she walked off to her Father's office at the one side of the barn. Tim finished his cleaning cycle and turned the hot water off, before seeing Alice walk out again with her big smile.

"So what's so funny?" asked Tim.

Alice kept her smile and walked right up to Tim.

"Pew, your breath still smells like bull spunk, best then you look the part!" said Alice as she quickly reached up, as hung a string over Tim's left ear. Her smile changed to a laugh as he stood there modeling for her his personal numbering farm animal tag she set to hanging from a string put over his ear.

"Thanks, what part of Samson's herd am I now?" asked Tim with a half grin.

Alice laughed now that Tim was more in the mood for levity. "Your number is 7-B, as that was the I.D. number given to last year's 4-H pet bull of dear sister Sandra. Her beauty of a Black Angus bull won first prize with him at the county fair.

Hey what's that glowing thing in your shirt pocket?"

Tim looked down to see the shinny bobble of some lost ladies bracelet charm he had picked up, seeing how the sun rays made the thing to glow, it streaming out in all directions some beams of red and green. As he reached to dig it out of his pocket, the hand of Tim jerked back.

"Ouch," exclaimed Tim as from a sudden spike of pain along his backbone he stood there standing rigid, and his jerking up as forced to being held out straight above his head.

Alice seeing what happened to Tim, she let out a scream, but Tim was all involved with his own new trouble.

Alice stepped back as if her friend was having some sort of spasm or a muscled fit. Tim's eyes were wide as if either surprised or maybe in terrible pain, Alice could not tell.

Tim lowered his head till chin and chest met. His eyes closed down tight as teeth clenched. Arms lowered to be straight out forward and his fingers clenched into fists.

"Tim, Tim, what's wrong, TIM!" called Alice, she feeling true fear for her friend.

Just about then it was time for Alice to see a bit of old world magic happen to Timothy Jones, as her boyfriend began his changing. Unbeknown to her or Tim, but the combination of the magical charm and the ear tagging of Tim would make of him to become an exact duplicate of the Angus bull what Sandra named as Tim, she doing so to spite her older sister.

Alice stood watching as Tim, his skin and especially his face began to darken of color. He looked as if he had a good summer tan, but that then turned darker, becoming a deep hue of black as is the ace of spades.

Tim began to breathe in heavy gulps of air and almost snort the air back out his nose as did his nostrils flare wider, they stretching as his nose grew to merge with him mouth, it forming a muzzle. Tim began to chew as he felt his mouth changing, his teeth as different, as lips swelled thicker until they looked like those of a bull.

The whole head on Tim began to swell, his skull getting bigger and bigger. His skull grew oddly squared and very much like a bovine bullish head.

As then the changing moved to reshaping of his ears as they became oval and covered quickly with jet black fur. The total head soon sported a heavy covering of wintry coat of seasonal fur. As then did his neck muscles grew thicker, made to support the great head, as his neck gained mass so then the changes went on to make his chest very strong.

Tim feeling such amassed changes happening to him, he began to chew his mouth, working it in cycled circles, learning how to much what he would graze as eat and later maybe chew a bit of cud.

"Tim, Tim!" called Alice.

Tim, his shirt tore as swelled muscles grew huge to conform to him becoming a prize winning bull. He began to jerk this way and that, feeling as his backbone added length to a growing body. Alice watched and began to cry as her friend stood there acting as if willing to accept his transforming of self, she seeing as remembering the very defined body of her sister's 4-H Black Angus bull.

As the growing bull continued to change he felt the string and flopping about of that ear tag smacking at his head. Tim began to sway his head with hope of making the tag to drop off, however as it swung, the string continued to wrap around the ear.

Alice saw what he was doing and tried to reach a hand for to remove the I.D. and pull it off. As she touched then the very bullish head and ear, some of the magic travelled over to her as Alice saw black fur begin to sprout on her hand.

When the dirty shirt worn by Tim then ripped and fell off his changing body, he as much knew his torso had changed to its fuller grown size. As the shirt fell, so did the magical charm fall from his pocket and into the dirt covered floor of that barn.

Tim began to low, he mooing, making a realistic bovine sound as he felt his spine grew a long boney tail grew to hang and cover what until then never saw the sunshine.

Tim stood leaning forward his human arms by then had become his fore-legs as hands his cloven hoofs. He leaning forward, Tim could not support his gaining of weight and body size, as holding it in an upright position. His changed self forced him to accept his having then forelegs, as from odd and rather nice sensations, Tim turned his great head to watch his maleness change and grow.

Alice knelt down to watch as what on Tim looked small in comparison to his changing body, as his genitals began to grow to meet the coming needs of bovine lust. She being again as daring, Alice reached her hands into his crotch she cupped her hands about his all black furred scrotum and watched as it grew.

Tim shivered at the odd worming feeling as he imagined that his human penis began to bore up as erupt into a bull style sheath protruded from his belly. Scents and smells now began their working on Tim as he enjoyed how Alice touched his growing balls. Tim made a soft lowing noise as he felt his first true bovine erection press out of his black hairy sheath.

A tail which until then had hung in nonuse began to swish and as it swung, the tail-switch slapped Alice aside her head. She fell back on her pretty butt to sit looking up at what were the hind quarters pressed of her bully boyfriend, she seeing as the last changes finalized the physical reforming of what was human to being the legs, hind hocks, feet, and toes then as cloven hooves.

There was little doubt to Tim or Alice but he had become the well defined essence of his look-alike bull, he a healthy as virile Angus bull. As Tim stood there letting dangle his bullish pink colored cock, a daring girlfriend took her hands to holding as caressing, stroking it, as Tim shivered, he feeling his balls churn.

Walking forward Tim stepped up onto some stacked hay bales and began to rock the new pelvis. His cock flung from side to side as he humped the air. "Tim, TIM, what are you doing?" cried Alice.

Shaking his great head Tim let go a deep throated, bellowing MOO as if he was almost glad to be a bull.

It happened then that the yellow ear tag flew off his ear as if to finalize how a young man turned into being a bull stood then enjoying how he felt his maleness to sway.

Alice knelt beside her bull-boyfriend and she seeing the first few drips of clear liquid came from the end of that pink rod, she thought to bag his possible first bovine ejaculation for posterity. She went to the barn office and retrieved from the desk drawer a bull-size condom made to capture the semen of a bull for freezing and sale.

Alice knelt as she had done to help Sandra do the same to her bull she named as Tim, as what then Tim was about to ejaculate his first new semen. He then twitched as making a few small globs of white semen, human seed drop into the clear plastic baggy.

Alice sat and watched as then Tim being a bull he ceased all body movements, his swaying head and tail went rigid. It seemed as if Tim were thinking, deep in thought as Alice watched in silence, seeing some mustard colored globs of bull semen dribbled out as began to fill the bag hung over the end to his cock.

Maybe because of her watching of what became of her lover-boy Tim, Alice began to cry. Tim stood there drinking in the sensual feelings he felt from having become an animal, he a bull, renown for being a sex orientated breeding machine. As if he heard a whimper come from Alice, Tim the bull cocked his head to gaze a look down at a crying Alice. A soft bellowed Moo brought Alice to standup as be close, as she took to petting the flanks of her once lover and friend.

Tim then watched as seeing the tears running down her face, he took note of Alice crushed her shoe at the magical charm lying there on the barn floor. As she bent over and cupping the item in her hand she said, "It might be this damn thing what took you from me dear Tim, I won't let it happen to someone else!"

With those words Alice flung the charm out the barn door and far into the black night.

She drying her tears then reached her hands and removed the semen collector bag from off the stout bull cock on Tim. She took it and walked back to her Father's office, doing some processing of the semen, before she returned with an adjustable halter and fitted it over Tim's big head.

Rather begrudgingly, Alice took hold to the head halter straps and led her friend to where he could begin his lifestyle, Tim penned in a corral at the far end of the barn.

"I know not how or why but you seem to have accepted you having become a bull my love! A bull has one prime use and if you step into this corral there, you will find it.

In that dark corral is Lulu, Francine, and Lilly, they being born as cows are of your breed and I'm sure very willing to let you mount, mate, and relieve their sense of estrus passions.

I still love you my Tim!" said Alice with a sniff.

Tim was too far gone into the mindset and bodily sensation to resist; he just paraded into the corral with obvious intent. Some snorting and making all the instinctive moves of a bull, what he had become he stepped near to a willing cow.

All this time Alice watched with a strange fascination as her friend learned so quickly the lifestyle and passions of the Bovine heritage. She stood peering out into the darkness as Tim humped his first ever cow and mated. Alice feeling a bit jealous of the cow, although she being human and her vagina not as large, she knew her passion for feeling Tim inside her was then a sheer impossibility.

"ALICE!" called her Father from the house.

Suddenly fear took hold of her, she wondering if as how he might know about this situation, as it all just started. How would she be able to explain the return of her Sister's prize Angus bull?

Then too, there was the parents of Tim, they would wonder what happened to their son, they were so proud he'd been accepted into an Ivy league college!

Then too, Tim her friend now changed by that strange magical charm, be being a big black furry bull, what could she do for him?

Even as she stood in the doorway of the barn she looked over her shoulder to see Tim hard at play with his second mount of the night. Alice knew she needed two things, a reasonable excuse for a rambling bull having returned and the magical charm she threw out into the orchard.

Dear dad, Alice's Father was halfway down the walk to his big barn when he met Alice coming to meet him.

"Daddy you will never believe who is back!" Alice exclaimed.

"Who, who is back?" asked Mr. Mason

"Sandy's Angus bull came back, I put him in the corral!" stated Alice.

Mr. Mason's eyebrows rose and looked at Alice as if she was pulling his leg. "OK, Daddy, you come and see, it's true he's in the corral with your three remaining Angus cows." said Alice as she motioned for her father to come and see.

Standing at the corral fence Mr. Mason was dumbfounded to see the prize winning bull back at work. "I suppose I should call the meat packer in the morning and have him picked up. Oh but one bull looks like and another!" As he looked to Alice, "I guess Sandy has her best bull buddy back to stay. She will be most happy and I might put him out as sire for the Farm Bureau members, I'm sure that Timothy won't mind!"

Alice whirled around and stared at her Father.

Mr. Mason seeing her expression he laughed and said, "You didn't know that Sandy named her pet after your long-lost missing boyfriend did you? Oh she was so upset when you went steady with Tim. It was at the same time she needed her new 4-H project and I suggested the bull, she then named him Tim.

I guess the best for all is to have your boyfriend remembered by all, as put his name on the available sire book as maybe T. J. Angus!"

Alice gave a smirk of a smile and the two turned around to walk back into the house. As Mr. Mason clicked off the backyard lights a loud bellowing from the Angus bull echoed into the night.

The change of boyfriend Tim to being a Angus big bull sat weighty on the thoughts of Alice. Even as she got ready to go to bed she cried a few tears for dear Tim becoming what he did, as troubling her into the early morning hours. Crying many a tear she wanted to help Tim but knew not which way to turn.

An occasional lowing from the corral made suggestions that the bull continued his passions, he was engrossed in mounting. "Tim my Tim I wished for me to be your mate!" Alice thought in her mind. Their love for the other Tim started back in grade school. Over the many years both were together, went everywhere together, and enjoyed everything together.

Alice suddenly awoke to see the Sun up and a smell of pancakes wafting up from downstairs.

Rushing to get ready, she soon flew down the stairs and out the back door toward the corral. A screamed Moo came from the barn as Alice flung open the door.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed.

"It's alright I just put my brand on T.J. Angus! Oh he's OK now, if but feeling a might singed." said Mr. Mason with a grin.

Alice peered over the railing to where stood Tim the bull, her friend. At the light of day his human mind and memories had learned how to govern his beastly body. A think pink tongue reached up to offer a friendly lick on her hand. As Alice turned and looked her lover, he with dark rounded eyes, she said, "I'm sorry Tim, but you know you are a Angus bull now, and I don't know what to do for you!

Please stay as my friend!" Alice pleaded with tear welling up.

The black bull made a woeful soft sounding moo, and raised his great black head to rub those black nostrils over her arm.

She choking back tears, Alice told the story her Father how the bull arrived. Then she told her father that the bull was in fact Tim, he changed to his bullish existence, and how fate had her dad listing Tim as a sire bull at the Farm Bureau.

"I know, I know as daddy always said, a bull has one good use and that is sex!

He will, I hope keep our love a reality, he is trying hard to stay human at least in thought," said Alice.

One stunned father looked at his daughter and after a long minute of thought, he asked her if she were taking drugs or drinking booze.

"No dad," Alice replied, "But Tim remembers the terror of his change. He has learned to control the uncontrolled feelings of bovine lust and after abating his lust he mounting of three sexy cows, knows I am sure of how to maintain his being overwhelmed by bestial lust.

I did my best to help Tim know the feelings of being all bull in body as he felt the building urge to dominate his herd.

He might stand and shaking his head the strings of greenish saliva drip to the ground when he feels the lust building. Tim has become all a bull and needs sexual dominance as his body builds, he controls his body.

Tim the bull needs to mate like any true born bull, as if you help me to help Tim find some solace, by midmorning he shall again need to mount cows in his corral.

He will be a good lusty bull, just as he was a true and trusted friend. My friend Tim is a bull, and being such, he has the want to help me, to help our family earn some good money come the Fall and Spring seasons!" said Alice to her stunned father.

As if on cue Tim bounced aboard his morning mate, he entered the erect shaft in one quick thrust. His cow stood quiet and willing for the touching. He wiggled and played for every sensation he could feel while those massive balls choked out globs of bovine semen down the gorged length of his long pink shaft.

At last his passion subsided and slipping from off the cow- back he stood looking around.

"Excellent there young bull if you are as my silly daughter suggests, her boyfriend turned into a brute bull, you as Tim the sire Angus bull, you act as if pleased to be as is a bull animal!

Alice reiterated that you might at one time or another stop to think back to when you were human and had a life before what you are now.

I must be crazy to talk to a bull, but if what Alice said were true, then I should warn you of coming strife and agony to learn and understand of what is past. Indeed the struggle of life for a bull deals only with want for food, and the ability to enjoy his male self whenever the desire moved him.

I wonder if the real Tim Jones is now a member of the Bovine heritage. What I see here is a stout and strong Angus bull."

Likely that Tim felt happy to be the male he was and pranced about the corral. As he looked up from the bovine world he saw an angel and friend in Alice.

As they met from time to time at the corral fence or gate, Tim let his instinctive learned response to Alice become as a rigid bovine erection. She would kneel down and stroke the meaty shaft which sent Tim to bullish heaven. Alice would talk to him, her words having meaning till his erect bulls cock spewed the load. Then his sense and memory took wing and only the lusting bull stood waiting for the erection to shrivel back into the sheath and his burning lusty feelings to pass.

Days and weeks went by as farmer after farmer brought cows upon cows for service of sire T.J. Angus. Tim found himself pleased by his ability to mount and so quickly insert the shaft in his mates. He would not be embarrassed when becoming erect with onlookers talking about him. He put his thoughts aside and went to work with a passion unlike any bull around.

Alice watched her friend lose his touch with humanity and accept the bull he was. As weeks became months Tim's friendship waned and soon lost his care for her talk and touch.

Months became as passing years merging into the gray mulch of time and events. Tim was to all and even himself just a fine black Aberdeen Angus bull. Alice too had all but forgotten her boyfriend as other suitors came to fill the void left by Tim and his up and disappearing.

Joe Farnsworth was the one who helped Tim and caused Alice to understand her own self. Joe dated Alice for almost a year when as luck or fate might have it they were making big plans together. The farm was a quiet place in early fall as apples were being now ripe and pickers from Mexico came to help bring in the crop.

A cool evening walk through the orchard had Joe asking Alice to marry him. She blushed but was very willing as they walked, until Joe spied the magical charm lying in the pasture grasses.

The bright silver charm was now bent slightly as maybe the farm tractor had driven over it a time or two, as well a cow hoof stepping on the metallic thing.

Joe picked it up eyeing the bright silver bobble, saw then Alice show a worried expression, as if her face told there was something extra special about his find.

"What, you've seen this before, something very special, no doubt!" said Joe as he held the bright and still glinting charm up into the late evening Fall light.

"Yes it was his, belonged to Tim, as he lost it along with my love!" Alice said, as she tried to reach for the bobble.

Seeing his chance for some play Joe snagged the bobble away from Alice and with a grin took off running through the orchard while having a screaming Alice hot on his heels.

At last Alice tripped falling face first into a half dried pile of some cow manure.

Joe hearing her fall slowed his running and saw her face down in the pile. He quickly returned to his lover and apologized. A simple handkerchief was not enough to clean his loves dirty face. The nearby barn and its bathing ability had Joe taking Alice by the hand. As once inside the great barn Alice stood leaning forward under the shower as she soaped up face and hair. Joe watched and then wandered the barn looking at all the things which a farm needs to remain a working farm.

Alice's grumbling about the stench her face she had buried deep into, had Joe chuckling to himself. He thought of the charm and removing it from his pocket he looked for a neat way of giving his lover a present.

Setting on the corner of an old wooden desk was a box filled with new and used yellow triangle shaped ear tags worn as used to mark many of the farms cattle. Joe looked through the box seeing many had names with numbers as ones used to ID one animal from another, until shipped out for sale or slaughter.

Poking into the box Joe came up with a tag named Elsie. A cut piece of twine from off the large roll, the charm then strung with the yellow tag having the name of Elsie made an interesting necklace. It was perfect yet the twine was far too long making the tag and charm hang quite low.

Alice was toweling her hair and head dry when Joe came close holding for her his present. "A present to my love and lover this bright bobble and her new name, behold... Elsie!" said Joe.

Alice knew that he had both the charm capable of causing her a horrible change, and a tag from her Father's desk. She knew what would happen and tried to fend off her lover's embrace. When feeling his arms reach around her head and the twines coarse feel about her neck she was suddenly stunned stiff by the magical powers.

"We are married my love!" said Joe as presently Alice was totally unable to answer, but was alert and realized what might be beginning to happen. "I Joe take thee Alice to be my cowed-wife to have and to hold till...," as then his voice faded to silence. A shudder ran down Alice from head to foot as her hair shook away letting those hazel eyes see her Lover Joe. The twine being looped too large Joe had used it as the ring or rings looped about Alice's head and neck. Joe looped it about his neck as well as to use it to signify their mutual love.

Mutual it would be as Alice saw her skin turning a dark red color while white and red hairs began their sprouting to engulf her in Hereford bovine fur. Joe stood there too, he was struck by the enchantment, making his body to stiffen while feeling a sense of horror. Each then were looking at their lover changing, as more was happening. Joe felt his own mutual changes, as both were beginning to resemble what was born to being the original Elsie, she a prized Hereford cow!

The ripping sounds of clothing tearing at stitched seams suggested to Alice and Joe as to their bodies were growing larger. As skin became thicker animal hide, and red with white fur foretold of Hereford breed markings. The pains felt by each while bodies were growing, it was from the tailbone lengthening what sparked their surreal realizations. Wishing that they could be as married, being joined by the coarse string, each knew their body was becoming that of a bovine animal, a cow, Joe and Alice as cows together.Enchanted, the rising sun of a new day found two who had become Hereford cows to see then Tim the bull, as he seeing them, smelling their arousal, they as did he knew of what he, the bull could do for them, as Alice relished being a cow for Tim, Joe felt horror, he realizing he became female, was then a cow-animal, had passion as would a cow for their herd sire bull.

Alice was missed when it became time to dine each evening, but her father had an inkling where she and her newest boyfriend had wandered.