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"Hello, Eli!" Mister Jacobson called out from his quad bike, waving to the young, sweaty man running close to the ditch as he pulled alongside. "Home from uni, eh?"

Eli waved at his parents' neighbour dismissively, panting out, "Hi, Mister Jacobson." He didn't slow down: when he got back from visiting his parents, he was going to be competing in the city marathon, and he didn't want to break into the rhythm he'd fallen into. That, and Mister Jacobson had always made him feel uncomfortable. Particularly today; with the warm sun and slow wind, he'd gone out in nothing but the least he felt comfortable wearing: singlet, shorts, and socks and shoes. He'd wished he'd worn more already; his legs becoming irritated by the long, dry grass that he ran through, trying to avoid other users of the road.

Not only was Mister Jacobson creepy, he also seemed pretty ignorant on intruding when other people were busy, as he persisted in following the young, sweaty man as he jogged down the road. "Studies going well?" Mister Jacobson inquired, "Are you having plenty of fun? Sowing those wild oats?"

Eli ignored him, pretending not to hear over the sound of the quad's engine. He cursed himself now for having not thought to brought music along with him. But he'd wanted to get outside for a bit, back to nature. He didn't like the way the grey-haired old guy seemed to be sizing him up. It was a small community, so he was sure to have heard if Mister Jacobson went after young guys.

Suddenly, the creepiness became scary: Mister Jacobson's tone changed slightly, sounding like a whisper close to his ear. "I'm sorry, times are tough and I've got my family to consider," he apologised. Eli was about to comment, until Mister Jacobson whispered something that seemed to bypass his ears, seeping right into his brain.

His running slowed, then stopped, staring ahead with an empty, glazed look in his eyes. He breathed heavily; it was like a fog was rolling through his head. Suddenly his body started becoming incredibly sensitive: his slow breathing scraped his nipples against the oddly rough material of his sweaty singlet, his shorts and underwear uncomfortable and confining, albeit kind of enjoyable. The human - Mister Jacobson, he remembered after a few slow seconds - backed the quad bike up behind him. There was something on the back; Eli remembered the soured smell of dead meat, but hadn't paid it much attention. He didn't pay much attention now, when Mister Jacobson started doing something to it: his penis had grown hard, the tip escaping his pants.

All Eli wanted to do now was to get some release. The front of his shorts bulged out, continuing to grow far beyond what he'd normally possessed. That didn't seem to bother him; just the need to get out of these itchy clothes, spiky pinpricks appearing all over his body. The feeling was followed by the appearance of a mess of brown hairs, the same colour as his naturally black hair was becoming. A large tuft peeked out the top of the back of his shorts, the start of a long, ropey tail worming its way out.

Hair spilled over his body; Eli had never been anything but normally hairy before, but with the amount covering his thickening neck and expanding chest, he was practically an animal. Thinking like that sent a huge jolt of pleasure through him: he rubbed the insane bulge in front of his pants, barely noting the dark tint to his thickening fingernails. A wet stain, definitely not sweat, appeared at the top of a spiky pole that jutted forward. Round orbs, far too big for a human, quivered and pulsed in their tight prison.

The flesh of his fingers clumping together, the hairy skin lining them shifting slowly like a lava flow. Eli almost felt as hot; his sneakers distended with the thickening and elongation of his feet.

"Sorry, boy," Mister Jacobson apologised, placing an animal's body on the ground, "why don't you get out of those clothes before you wreck them, aye?"

Eli nodded mutely, grinning as his face pushed out. Pulling at the wet, straining material of his singlet, he rolled the material up. The six-pack he'd had was bulging out, the edges of the muscles consumed by hair. The exposed bovine penis twitched in the air, slick and wet; it looked incredibly huge, but as his body grew it seemed more natural. It took a little time to get it around his head, but the singlet splatted wetly on the ground.

His heavy half-hoof, half-hands slipped between the taut shorts and his hairy flesh, sliding down both them and the nearly-snapped underwear, until they lay in a lump around his ankles. The human - Mister Jacobson, Eli vaguely remembered - came over as he fumbled with the laces, his fat fingers not dexterous enough, and his mind not quick enough to remember how to untie them. His wide nostrils snorted, sniffing the human's head as each foot was lifted up, lowering down bare, looking more like bovine hooves now.

Freed from one irritation, Eli went about relieving himself of the other, stepping away from the uncomfortable things while the not-cattle went over to the maybe-cattle that was dead. His shaft was so sensitive, his balls so heavy; he needed to feel something tight and warm and wet. Slapping his bullcock against his chest in frustration, Eli sank on to all four of his hooves. His body was elongating, muscle and fat growing from nowhere.

The bull bellowed, lust burning his final human thoughts away as the not-cattle put something over his head. He pulled back, angry and frustrated as his bovine balls yearned for release as Mister Jacobson tugged his new stud bull back to his farm.