Kyle could do nothing but stare at his reflection.
“Jen, I feel some of what you might have felt, and maybe after what I put you through, this is justified. Oh crap, to look at me, and my skin, my black furry body, and too, my head, I am becoming a bull.
Huh, what did Jen say about how I would change. First day was my genitals, skin and body fur. Oh and added to that my bigger balls would increase my testosterone level by what?
It would grow to such a level as make me wild for want of having sex; well by the masturbating mess I made of my bed and me, as that has taken place. I do feel strange, my scrotum aches, my head pounds with thoughts of seeking cows. Yuck, I have the thoughts surfacing of sniffing for the scent of cows.
Sniffing is how I should need to tell the differences between a cow and a bull, or a steer and if the cow is feeling her estrus period. No, oh no the thought of what next is done, no I won’t do that, it is nasty. Nasty, my new and growing instincts in my changing head tell me it is proper to sniff a cow butt.
As worse is to get up close to the cow rump, to sniff and if she is ripe for the taking, I am to curl back my upper lip to help my bovine mind to savor, enjoy, and arouse me to want and breed, mate, mount, aim, and fuck the cow of my delight.
And yet there was more to do before my rise to mount. Oh yea, as after taking a good sniff of her rump, if she felt my snorting or the slight whiff of air across her cow cunt, she might urinate, coating my muzzle with her vile scent and that in turn, would bring on a sexual rage for wanting to mate with the cow.
Naa, if it could not become of worse indignity, if after sniffing the cow, and to further test her readiness for mating, I, me as a bull, is to lick her leathery cunt…, as press my tongue so snug as to push past her vulva and sample the vaginal discharge, oh gross!
Any time I thought about cattle, cows or a bull, to me the only reason for a bull to being alive was to mate, have sex with a cow to keep the calves dropping. A young born bull is/are castrated and become as steers. Steers and old cows go to slaughter, but the bull if he remains virile, the older he gets, the tougher is his body, and if lucky he lives until he dies of old age.
Golly, Jen cursed me to become a living sex machine, lusting to mate with vile as ignorant cows, and me being me, I will know and remember of every cow cunt I lick, yuck!
Ow, my head, my forehead, the pain, it hurts bad, and my eyes, my eyes, something is pulling at them. My head, she said my head was to change, grow to be the head of a Santa-Gertrudis bull; and it is…
No wait, I was to gain the head on the third day and this is but the first… day…, why, what is going then so wrong?
Its blinding, the pain I feel as my head is growing, my eye moving further apart, as are my ears swelling, getting an oval shape, as I can sway them, flopping them at my eyes to disrupt the flies what will meal on the mucus about a bull’s eyes and the ear-wax, ugg, when the flies crawl down, inside my ears.
Insects, bug, flies, oh I recall seeing a bull at the Killingsworth ranch, and its tail smeared its shit all around, as plastered into the furred rump, where the flies gathered, amassed by the hundreds to forage, eat the wet poop off of a bull’s ass!
What if, as when having an erection, or even when not, the flies will be after, walking on my bull sheath, my cock, and worse, as constantly tickling me as they graze about on my scrotum; so how do I protect my ball from horseflies biting at my balls?
Ugg, I am a mess of congealing to drying bull semen from last night, but I could still bathe, take a shower. Yea, a shower, a warm water bathe, and maybe the last such bath for me for a week of being a bull…
I still have my hands, though now black, some fur, as I can work the faucet controlling the water flow and the temperature. Yes, yes the water feels nice and warm, and now step inside the shower st…all, don’t slip…!
What is so slippery…, oh no, my feet, my… legs, they are changed and still transitioning, I have cloven hooves and hind hocks, my legs, my stance, I, I cannot balance, or stand upright without leaning forward. It is my pelvis, my back, spine, and that damn tail, my body is changing faster to being a bull, why?
Why indeed, damn fool, take your last hot shower, wash, rinse off the spent semen, see it going down the drain. Oh shit, the congealing globs of my semen are starting to collect, as plugging the drain!
My hoofs, the shower stall fiberglass floor is slippery, and made worse by my slimy semen on the shower floor.
Enough, time to exit the shower, drain plugged with my semen, what a mess; somebody is going to be made about this, for sure!
Am I taller, I am, my head is higher than the wall mirror at the bathroom sink!
My legs, the feet have grown much longer, and my stance would feel more as right if I were on all fours…!
My guts, my spine is longer, larger, and I am a bull from my shoulders down, back, and up, to my head, as only my arms and hands remain, why is this going so fast?
Hold with my hands onto the bathroom countertop, as peer, head cocked slightly at the black bull head, body, rump, and hind legs, as I am mostly a bull, but on the first day…, why Jen why?
Wait, what did she say, as it was as if a second thought, something about me getting horridly horny, and I am feeling wanting as horny to feel my cock slither inside a hot cow. What did she say, as if… I got too horny and mated with a cow during the seven days, then I’d become as bull, permanently…
Permanently, she said more than just about fucking a cow. Masturbating; yea, if I masturbated… oh no, all last night I jacked off, shot fifty loads, maybe more. I doomed myself, and that is why the changes are happening so fast, I tripped the curse into changing me, and making my changed bull self as being permanent!
God forgive me !