Okay, so this is part of a trade with  JacktheLizard I went way out of my comfort zone here, as I usually do not do bulls, but it's what he wanted. So here it is. I thought it turned out okay.

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Bull in a China Shop
By born2beagator
The young college kid drooled on his desk. The lecture on agriculture had drug on for three hours now. So long that he was having a daydream about bulls and cows grazing in a field. He gave a loud yawn and stirred in his sleep. Suddenly a bang woke him.

"Buck! I certainly hope you are having a nice nap!"

Buck looked up groggily. "I'm sorry Mr. Abrams."

The professor snorted. "Perhaps you would like to tell me the importance of cows to the agriculture industry?"

"Um...um...They give us hamburgers?" Buck asked stupidly. The professor glowered.

"Just leave. You've got no interest in this class."

In truth Buck had been looking for a reason to get out of this class. Yawning, he exited and headed back to his dorm. He had been lucky, managing to get a one man dorm this year. Sadly, he really didn't have any decorations. Yeah he was a guy, but he wanted the place to look nice. Sighing, he went out and hopped in his car, heading to the local china shop. He'd start there.

The drive wasn't long. He opened the door with a tinkle of the bell, and began examining the rows of fine china. Finally he found a piece he liked. He went to pick it up...and knocked over another. He scrambled to keep it from falling to the floor, but this made it worse. Losing his footing, he fell into the stand of china...and caused a domino effect. The sound of crashing china echoed through the store as everything broke.

Buck stood there looking around in horror.

"You...you rotten....little...BULL IN A CHINA SHOP!!!!" A voice yelled.

Buck turned around to see an old lady. "I'm...I'm sorry!!!" He stammered.

"You will be....in fact...no wait." She looked thoughtful. "It's okay you dumb animal. You were just being what you are inside."

"Excuse me?" Buck asked incredulously. The woman motioned for him to follow.

Buck nervously entered the back room. The room was heavy with incense, a crystal ball sat on the table.

"Sit." She said simply. Buck did so. "I'm not mad at you. Farm animals aren't known for their subtlety."

Buck laughed. "Farm animal? Me? Crazy old lady, in case you haven't noticed, I'm human."

She shook her head. "No human could be that clumsy." An image began to appear in the crystal ball. It was of a black furred bull grazing in a pasture full of cows. The woman smiled. "Yes...a bull in a china shop indeed. Take a good look at your future boy."

The young man laughed loudly. "What you going to ooga booga me and turn me into a bull?"

"Oh nothing so kind you stupid animal. I'm going to slowly change you into a bull over the next day or so...and eventually you'll be too dumb not to want the changes."

Buck laughed again. "Yeah right crazy lady. I'll be going now."

"Very well. A warning. The moment you walk out of here, instincts will start to arise. Act on any of them...and well your body will change to match it."

The college student walked out of the destroyed china shop, busting a gut.

"I'll see you on my farm shortly." The woman laughed as she began magically fixing her shop.

"Where does that lady get off?" Buck asked aloud. "Some kind of witch?" He giggled as he hopped in the car and headed back towards his dorm. As he came within sight of the college he did a double take.

"Huh. I don't remember a dairy farm near the college." He shrugged as he rolled down the window. The smell hit him like a wall...and instead of pinching his nose, he drank it in with flaring nostrils.

"Mmmmmm....that smells nice." He pulled to a stop at his dorm. But he didn't go in, he wanted more of that wonderful smell. Walking over to the dairy farm, he leaned on the railing, watching the cows. "Hellooooooo ladies!" He called out, voice going deep for a moment. Suddenly he heard a laugh behind him.

"You know, if you want it that badly you can just go ahead and join them."

Buck whirled and saw the old lady, smirking. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh nothing, just making sure you realize the trouble you are in." She held up a mirror.

Buck gasped. His nostrils...they were wide. No, huge...and black! Like...like...He looked at the cows and screamed. "Lady!? What have you done to me!?"

"Nothing, you did it to yourself. You are a very skilled bull in a china shop, so I'm just bringing that bull to the surface. You know how to stop it...fight the urges. I'll make you a deal. Resist for an entire day, starting tomorrow, and I'll change you back. But...acting on any of them will change part of your body. I daresay it will be hard for you not to like the smell of those lovely ladies out there now." Before he could give a whoop of excitement she continued. "In addition, acting on any of them will reset the one day timer." Before Buck could retort, she winked out of existence. The college student ran back into his dorm and slammed the door.

Panting he ran to his bathroom and examined his new nose in the mirror. It was black, and the nostrils were wide and moist on the inside. "It's a bull nose...how is she doing this!?" A resolve fell over him. "No matter I can beat this. One day of not acting like an animal."

Suddenly exhausted, he plopped onto his bed, and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Buck looked around. He was in a nice green pasture. Snorting happily, he lazily trotted over towards a herd of cows. He'd always liked cows, they gave nice milk, and were good pets. Giving a low moo of his own he stopped at his herd, leaning down to take a bite of grass...

Buck awoke with a yelp...and found himself in the dairy pasture surrounded by cows! He'd been sleep-walking!!! What was more...he pulled a blade of grass from his mouth, and felt his teeth. His canines were gone. His teeth were a flat palate, made for chewing grass. Trying to ignore the beautiful cows around him, he gave a loan moan of despair, realizing that the timer had just reset. He hadn't even been awake and he'd acted like a common bull!

Sighing, he headed back to his dorm and cleaned up for school. He couldn't miss his classes...that brought him to his next problem. His nose, which he notice had seemed to pull out his lips into big black rubbery things. How to hide this....

Then it came to him. Furries. He claim he was working on a fursuit. Sure it might get him ridicule, but it would do no more than make people think he had a kink. With new resolve, he hopped in his car and headed to the campus.

He made good time, he had a good hour before class. Some time to bulk up for his girls back at the pasture. Completely missing this odd thought, he headed to the weight room. Opting to go right for the big stuff, he threw about 600 pounds on the bench press. Ignoring the odd looks of the people around him, he lay down and took a deep breath before trying to lift. It didn't budge.

Suddenly an anger overtook him and he felt a sting on either side of his head. This only served to make him madder. "Yooooooou are not going to beat me!!!" He snorted, a very animal sound that turned heads...and began bench pressing with easy. One rep...two reps...three reps!!! He could practically feel the muscle piling on.

"Is his skin turning black?" A voice asked.

Proud of his workout, Buck turned to the student who had asked the question and snorted at him. The student's eyes went wide before running out of the room, yelling something akin to "demon!"

Yawning lazily at the easy upper body workout, he went to the leg press, not caring that everyone was clearing out. He put 900 pounds on the press and sat down. Once again it didn't budge, and once again this set his anger off. "Meerrrrrrroooooooo!!!!!" He mooed in frustration, straining. The sled began to budge!!! He felt the muscle piling on his legs. Soon he was pressing the sled up and down with ease.

Finally, his workout was done. Covered in sweat, he stood and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned....and screamed. Staring back at him was an obscenely muscled man...covered in rough black skin from head to toe...and on his forehead, two nubs had formed.

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening!!!" He said over and over again. He fought to calm down. "Okay Buck...you can do this...you just have a skin condition...yeah! That's it!" He looked at the muscle.

"Muscle good! Need strong for girls!" A voice in his head told him. This brought a smile to his face. Yes the girls would love him! This new revelation pushed his misgivings out as he headed to class. As luck would have it, he had two classes today, agriculture again, and algebra.

Ignoring the looks of the students he slid into his seat.

"Buck??? Um...what's wrong with you?" Mr. Abrams asked upon noticing the strange looking young man.

"Oh, I'm fine sir. Just been working out, and I have a skin condition. Don't worry, the doctor assures me it will get better."

"If you say so..." The professor fired up the projector and a picture of a black bull appeared.

This set off a surge of anger in Buck. What was this bull doing in his territory!? He snorted loudly before realizing what he was acting like. In fear, he reached up to feel a tingling on his head and found the nubs had gained points.

"Buck? Are you sure you are okay? You look like..." Abrams' eyes widened and he slowly pointed to the black bull. "Like him."

Buck made a show of a sigh. "No use pretending anymore. I'm a furry. This is a fursuit I've been working on." He tried to ignore the sniggers in the classroom.

"Well...okay...." Abrams said awkwardly, going back to his lesson.

Buck sat there uncomfortably. Thoughts raced through his head with each new picture. Finally a picture of three dairy cows popped up. They were so beautiful! They would bear him many calves!!! A rumbling appeared in his throat and forced its way up. He followed what instinct told him to do. "MOOOOOoooooooooo!!!" A very animal moo broke out...as well as a sharp pain in his behind above his crack he felt a nub pressed against the seat.

Looking around at the shocked faces in embarrassment, he jumped out of his seat and ran out of the classroom and to the bathroom. In horror he observed himself in the mirror. His horns had shot out to full length with that moo! They would certainly impress his cows and keep other bulls away!

Buck blinked. "Argh!!! You are NOT a bull!!!" He yelled, and ran out of the bathroom. No way he was going to math class like this! He headed down the sidewalk trying to ignore the students' looks of amazement...and the grass on the sides. He wanted it so much. A squirting feeling in his pants followed by a pressure broke him out of this. Looking back in fear he saw a small bulge. "No. Not that."

He pressed onwards towards his car. He almost made it when a mighty grumble hit his stomach. Buck needed food now! Who cares if the humans saw him eating? He felt to his hands and knees along the sidewalk and put his mouth to the ground. Expertly, he began tearing up grass and swallowing it, bite by bite.

Before long he had a crowd around him, watching in confusion. Suddenly, his face audibly cracked out into a short muzzle. That sent everyone running, but he was absorbed in the task of eating...until a pain shot through his head. Someone pulled him up by his ear. Looking to his side, he saw the president of the college, a look of anger, and embarrassment on his face.

The haze in Buck's mind cleared, and he finally noticed the large blind spot. His muzzle. Tears began to slide down his cheek. "I...I don't know what to do."

"Come with me. Someone wants to talk to you. Claims she is related to you, an employer or some such...and you are out of this college. I won't have my students dressing up like animals and behaving as such."

In despair, he followed the president to his office. "In there." The president said.

Buck nodded, entering the room...to find the woman that had cursed him, now looking much younger, and dressed like a farmer. "You...yoooooooooou!" Buck sputtered, breaking into a moo.

"Wow. Are you sure you don't want this? You've changed faster than anyone I've cursed before."

Buck was furious. A rage filled him and he scuffed at the ground with his foot, shoe strangely loose.

"That's it you dumb animal. Let the rage take over!"

That was it!!! Buck lowered his head and charged her, clops sounding as he stepped out of his shoes. But she was too fast. She dodged him and his horns lodged in the wall. He snorted in frustration.

The president burst in, and saw the odd student stuck in the wall, the woman to the side. "What..."

"Don't worry about this one sir. He has some anger issues. I'm going to take him with me."

The man nodded. "Just get that animal off my campus." And closed the door.

She brought her voice to a whisper. "Listen to me bull boy. Look down."

Buck looked down and moaned when he saw the cloven hooves that had replaced his feet...what was more, his legs had reshaped themselves into the muscular hind legs of a bull. He stood awkwardly on his hooves...and felt a squirming in his pants.

"Here is the deal. You've given in so much that you are close to the point where you'll start seeking the changes. I'd wager almost have of your brain is now bovine." She smirked at his look of horror. "So. Here is what I offer. You resist for one hour. Just one hour, and I'll change you back. Give in, one more time however, and you won't want to change back."

Buck nodded excitedly. "I can dooooooooo that."

The woman laughed. "We will see. Couple things before I leave you. One...I do believe you have a tail growing in your pants. A word of advice. That will be your greatest enemy. That tail is soon going to start sending waves of pleasure up you when it rubs against your pants. I'd advise against playing with it."

Buck shuddered. She was right. The animal appendage had ceased being painful.

"Two. Stay away from any cows. The mere sight of them may be too much for you now. So I'd suggest shutting your windows at home, seeing as my dairy farm has mysteriously moved outside your dorm." She laughed at his look of rage.

"That reminds me. Anger. You charged right into your hooves when you charged me."

Buck did his best to calm down.

"Two more things. If you want a measure of how much you have left before the point of no return, use your eyes. If the pupils change you are finished. Lastly, should you desire to be a bull...well I'll be your owner, just head to the pasture! I think I'll call you Buckeye." She cackled.

Before Buck could say a word, the woman snapped her fingers and Buck found himself in the living room of his dorm. The changing man walked to his mirror to observe the damage. A low moo of distress escaped him. His clothes were stretched tightly over his muscled form. His skin was midnight black, and had a layer of velvety hair on it. Worst of all, his head. Indistinguishable from a black bull. Aside from his eyes. Human, blue eyes, with some flecks of brown in the whites.

Suddenly his ears twitched as he caught a moo. His body was out of his control in an instant. He turned towards a window, and found it open. There, on the farm, were the cows, lined up, looking at him. They mooed constantly, and it seemed to have an effect on Bucks ears. As the mooing flowed into them, they rounded out before pointing. With each animalistic sound, his ears stretched straight out from his head. With a final leathery pop, they fit into their proper place on his bovine head and he answered his girls with a low moo of his own.

The animal sound coming from him snapped him out of it. He yelped and slammed the window shut, closing the blinds. He ran to the mirror again and moaned. His head was done. Two bovine ears stuck out from the sides, and the whites of his eyes now had a circle of dull brown...his pupils...oh no. They had begun to squash a bit.

Buck ran around the house, shutting all windows tightly. Sighing, he sat heavily on his couch and flicked on his TV...right to a milk commercial!!! He was instantly transfixed at the oddly long milk commercial. As the end came he laughed. "Milk keeps you MOOOOOOOOOving!" He said along with the tv. His mind started to surface again...only to be quashed by a Chic-Fil-A commercial. The changing man mooed along with the cows. Finally he shut the TV off, panting.

Shakily he got to his feet and went to the mirror. The irises had ballooned out and turned brown and his pupil was well on its way to the signature bar of a bull. "Almost perfect...need to keep acting...." He shook his head in despair. He was almost finished, he wanted to play with that tail so much.

Deciding that food was in order to take his mind off things, he went into the kitchen and took out all his lettuce. Not bothering with a bowl, he dumped it on the table and plunged his muzzle into it. As he ate an intense pleasure shot up his spine. He watched his reflection in the refrigerator mirror as the pupils visibly flattened. He reached a hand down his pants and began to rub the tail. Finally, he could take it no more. He threw himself to all fours and stuck his huge rear in the air. Rips began to appear at the seat as his tail arched against the inside of his pants.

"Ooooooooooh yeah!!!" Buck mooed as he began thrusting his behind in the air. With a loud rip, a black tasseled tail, covered in fur shot into the air before falling gently behind him. The new weight on his spine felt so right. He wanted more, and he knew just where to find it!!!

Picking up the phone he dialed his owner's number. "Hello?" Came the femine voice.

"Helloooooooooooo? Can...can yooooooooooo cooooome get me?" Buck asked.

"Already? Wow. Sure thing Buckeye, I'll be there shortly!"

Buckeye. Yes. That was his name, a strong name for a strong bull. He admired his dull brown eyes in the mirror before grabbing his pants with stiffening hands and ripping them off, revealing the thick hindquarters of a bull.

"Almoooooooost ready fooooooor fooooooooour legs!" He said happily, not noticing or caring how simple his thoughts were beginning to get.

A knock sounded on his door and his owner walked in. "Well, well Buckeye. Seems you wanted this after all." She led him out.

Buckeye felt his shirt rip off as his chest began to expand. Finally they came to the gate.

"You'll fit right in here. All these cows are former girls I've changed. Their bodies and minds are far more appropriate to how they acted in their human life." She opened the gate and let Buckeye in.

"I wroooong. How fix?" Buckeye asked. "Fur?" He held up his useless human hands. "Hoooooooooves?"

"Ask these lovely ladies, I'm sure they'll...attend to your remaining humanity." The gate closed and Buckeye looked at his heard. A beautiful cow stepped forward and nuzzled him before licking his hands. This seemed to start a chain reaction. He watched in joy as his thumbs sucked into his hands and the four remaining fingers spread apart before merging together into a solid mass. Giving a happy moo, Buckeye put his fore hooves to the ground and found himself raising as his legs reshaped themselves.

With that his heard closed in on him and their longue tongues began licking every inch of his body. This stimulated his pores and he felt a wave of black fur spreading across him. With a last loud moo, he pushed the annoying vestiges of humanity out. His owner was right. He was definitely a bull in a china shop!