"It was a witch who got me being what I am. Rachel, was her name; maybe you met her too? She takes many names, and changes her form to appear either as a young and sexy girl of 21 years her age. She did coax of me to come with her after we met at a musical show. She was for me as a more mature but sleek woman, the kind what seeks men for a fun time one or two night stand relationship.
After we were comfortable at her apartment condo, she excused herself and went to get on something she said as knew I would like to see her wearing. While I was alone, I wandered about the living room of her place, or until I found a still partially opened as private enclosure where she kept a small library. I looked at what she read, and found her library as revealing to her intent of liking magic, demons, devils, spirits, and how to make use of dark powers to do what she wanted done. It was from my few minutes of browsing and reading that I realized she was a practicing witch.
I should of left then and gone on my way back to living the life of a celibate bachelor. Instead, my being with a witch tended to act as an allurement to see her doing what she planned, because I thought magic and devils were a religious hoax. As I closed the door to her private library, she presented her changed self for me to see and expecting of me to become as highly aroused.
I like women but her ideas about me were of a man owning a working farm would enjoy having sex with his animals. She, Rachel walked out from her bedroom wearing the most realistic of costumes, she dressed up as if she were an anthropic cow woman. Rachel stood there and began to model for me her more alluring of poses, trying to win me to enjoy her, as if I would find my delights having sex with a sassy beef cow.
"Thanks, but no thanks," is what I said to her.
I could see her face turn red from feeling humiliated. She tried coming directly at me while flaunting her cow teat size breast nipples for me to suckle.
"Again, no thanks dear lady," I recall so well that night of what was said. I told her of my desires to meet a woman of maturity but wishing to be entertaining of a man. I told her my passion for farming was of doing the same business as my father and his father, as I owned a centennial family farm. I was forceful when telling her I need be a bystander as bulls mount and mate, breeding brutally with a cow.
When I bid her a good night and thought to take my leave from her horny displayed sex fetishes, she screamed for her devil familiar to bring me back to enjoy her bodily.
As suddenly there was all around me a gray colored haze, like a fog cloud. It I breathed into my lungs and what it was, as did, caused me to change my mind about Rachel. She worked me into getting naked and drew me inside her bedroom for me to act as if I liked having sex with a cute cow.
I was repulsed by her lifting her tail and displaying for me what no woman has, but cows do have, where a bull shoves his pink or red cock. Her devil had left me to being a sex allured man wanting Rachel. My being set in place to mate with even an anthropic cow-woman tended to revolt me, as I said to her a second time, "No thanks Lady!"
She got really mad at me, and began waving her furry arms in my face as she spoke Latin. Her words were a spell she had memorized, likely used the same or similar on other one night stand friendly fellows. She laid a curse upon me to lust for feeling my penis stuffed inside a cow cunt. She damned me to change physically every time I had sex with a cow. She reeled and screamed at me her wish that someday soon I would become as a Minotaur, and if able to remain celibate from enjoying a leathery cow's cunt, I might remain a Minotaur.
"However," she said, as cursed me to continue my changing of form and species from mating with cows, until I become for the herd as a sire bull.
Rachel was forceful and changed me physically, as did her devil familiar stay with me, a constant thorn at my morality, urging me to lust after cows and heifers for my pleasures.
Know this, that what you are, being a Minotaur, you must seek women to enjoy and never try mating with cows or learn to enjoy being like me. I know, I know, as what kind of woman would want something like you to stick your long bullish cock inside their body; well they are plentiful!"
That said, and my cock slid back as out from ts connecting with the big bull.