"Please excuse and try to forgive me dear God!
Lust and the devils have brought me this far, as Jennifer wanted me to bed with her, and of that I did deny her, her pleasures.
Jen put this curse upon me, but for as wrong as I know it is in your sight, my groin and mind feel good about me becoming as is a bovine bull animal.
I would think that part of my desire to being an animal is from the curse, but after last night, my masturbating, the volume of semen my cock, ah penis spewed, gave me a proud feeling.
Pride the Bible reads say comes before the fall, and I fell into the hands of Jennifer and her devils. as I once read in
Second Corinthians verses 1-7, I recall the teaching about being inadequate. As I am now and with every passing hour becoming more inadequate for serving you, as of what I was born.
Please hear me, as I found this as everything I wanted to be true as real for feeling of sex and sexual gratification.
I know that is a wrong attitude, but yes, I could learn easily to like being a black Bull!
I enjoyed my masturbating, and feel a growing urge for having sex with dumb cows. I did not like the urging to lick the cow vulva, as taste the vaginal juices were tainted by her last time she pooped.
I can overlook that degrading urge, but I enjoy the animal sensuality, the freedom, as me being naked but furry, my tail brushing across a furred butt, the swaying of my big balls bonking at hind hocks, and of a sheath with feeler hairs, they tickling me as the wind blows over and around my sheath.
Truly, I might not miss my having hands and the dexterity of human hands as compared to walking on cloven hoofs. My whole body is a biological machine for use of breeding of cows, and I do thrill so for when as mounted, and the cock spears with many quick thrusts inside the cow’s vagina. If the cow would permit me, I would remain lodged inside her for a longer while, and let us enjoy the sensations together, but that, oddly is not the style of a mating Bull.
You know what it is like, what created bulls feel, but from being dumb they do not enjoy having sex, it is a natural instinctive urge caused from the rank scent of a female bovine.
Jen, oh Jennifer why did you do this to me, it all makes me feel vile, as does the licking of a cow vulva tastes as anything I ever thought tasted sweet.
If I could deny my sense of joy from becoming more akin to being a Bull, I would, but that is not the truth.
My head like my genitals has changed, and my skin grows fur, as does the fur feel comforting; why then can’t people be as furry?
I am sure you have your reasons, as help me, offer me your grace still, me if I become soon of form a Bull. A Bull, to be a Bull is to want for being the dominant male of a herd. A herd, my herd, me being as dominating over the cows, the heifers, and nutless steers, is that my calling?
Does a Bull ever feel joy from his having sex?
Cows are fickle, they swish their tails and broadcast their rank scent, as a Bull inhales and his mind and body become highly aroused.
Please, please forgive me; do not frown upon me with any sense of disdain, as my choosing to be as Jen would from hate find her delight from my human demise, she shall with her devil familiar change my body.
I did give in to the sensual lust of masturbating my longer and thicker bullish, uncircumcised penis, while knowing my doing would enhance Jen’s curse. If she cannot have me as her lover, then she would damn me, and I then would become permanently a Bull, a Santa-Gertrudis; a Texas breed of a Bull animal!
Really, have I sunk so far that I would disgrace myself before you, and maybe too my parents, family, friends, but how would they know me when I am a black Bull?.
Is this what I wish to do, become an animal, a non-hygienic beast used solely for sex, breeding, mating with cows or worse, when during winters when held with the other bulls, like them to me and me to them we boil with lust, mounting each-the-others, thrusting my Bull cock inside a bull anus.”
"KYLE, are you sure that this is what you want, as after one breeding session with a born cow, your future will change," the Spirit asked of Kyle, he not pleading his words, spoke direct, as harsh.
"As with some sadness, I need say yes, as the brute lust that I have for being a Bull is the greatest earthly pleasure I can imagine. Maybe I am a fool, or as my dad would surely say, my choosing to become all a beast of the fields, is of what is evil. My youthful want to have sex is the drive that wins over my body and soul, though it does seem foolish to give up being the more excellent human self for a beast that eats grass, lives naked and walks on four legs.
As now the girls at school would reject me, but when the cows lift their tails they shall invite me.
When a person I had faith and religion; I think of me a fool to trade away my humanity for a few years of hot sexual sensations. A question then to my lord, if I become a Bull permanently, is my immortal soul already damned, or could I make a deal with some demonic. I would want, ask if the demon were willing to let me retain my knowledge of self, and for some ungodly purpose, allow me being a Bull to live for as many years as would a sea turtle, 200 years then of bovine style sex life?
Hello, what, can you hear me, hello, are you deciding… or have you decided to write me off, that is it!
I know by choosing to become a Bull is for sure as if permanently my being an animal, a beast. The thought of that I shall be as forgotten after I become a Bull really does not bother me as much as does the realization that I shall become a wholly unholy.
Me, me as an ignorant beast of the fields, walking with my sheath and balls, scrotum, testicles swaying, bonking off my hind hocks, as I sniff the breeze for the scent of a cow feeling her need to procreate.
God forgive me, but my being and living as is a Bull, such stands out to me as if worthwhile, maybe fun, though a vile sort of an existence; but from it, to then as damned...? Maybe there is no time for choosing, as I did masturbate, invoking upon me the full weight of Jen’s curse. I suspect she will smile when next she sees what I should become, as with me standing on all fours, having cloven hoofs, a tail, a furred body, and to her delight, my balls, testicles would grow to the size of Yams!
Sensuality is ungodly, it defames, and that bothers my conscience!"