What's next?

Rutting all day.

John pulled out of Melanie happily pulling on her long tufted tail as he let their combined juices onto the floor.

"That's a good cow," he remarked smacking her rear enjoying how she cooed at his touch. It felt amazing to breed his sisters, but they were only the start.

A bull needed lots of cows

Lots of fertile bellies filled with his progeny. The same snap that had created his transformation had also made it impossible for him to cede any male heirs.

He definitely didn't want to have any competition and judging by how beautifully his sisters had turned out he knew that his daughters would be too much to resist as an older bull.

He grinned at his two cum covered cows. While they recovered he would go next door and visit Angela his mother's best friend. Once he'd added a few more cows to his herd he knew mom would be home. After that well he could see with the rest of the world looked like. It might be fun to trigger a few more transformations, create a new world with a lot of possibilities.

He left the house, not bothering to dress. If anyone tried to stop him, he'd make "Fuck the Police" a literal slogan. A legion of cow cops could be pretty sexy.