A hellish night of feeling sad, Kyle thought a lot on how cruel and erotic he had put Jennifer through a dehumanized hellish experience, something horrible, but not at all funny.
“Jennifer, I am sorry,” Kyle said aloud, as again and again, time after time, wishing he could beg of her to forgive him. She played the game well enough, as got him to requesting transformation as an easy way, rather than to accept a dare.
She told him how he would transform, of him becoming a Texas breed bull animal, she defining his bull self as being a Santa-Gertrudis breed. As after she hung up the phone, he went to his laptop and Goggled the cattle breed at Wikipedia, as he had to see what he would become; his hands were shaking, he felt real fear.
“Darn you Jen, but to cause me to change, transform and become such a brute male animal, and then to add, enhancing my sense of lust while becoming and after; using limiting factors, as knowingly hoping I would fail and trip a dire clause. As I just consider what it is like to be a bull, and made 50% of me becoming more as hornier every day, and for seven days!
In essence your first part sounds like horny good fun, but then she added a limit, as no sex. Horny as a bull and without sexual sating, could drive a male mind insane.
Hate and evil thoughts, I meant to humiliate her, but this my becoming a Bull, of that I could endure, I may find it as an erotic fun experience. Yet, she added to my demeaning of self a clause, no masturbation, no sex at all for seven days!”
“His first night, if only I could go there and be with him to watch, but not to gloat; well not openly.” So thought Jennifer as she finished taking another shower bath, one of nine previous, as she endeavored to rid her body of the horsey smells, and a bad taste still on her tongue.
“Ha, to see Kyle, his eyes wide with horror as he feels and sees his horny balls begin to swell, they growing to be the size of large Yams. Oh how they will hang all weighty and working; filling his body with high waves of testosterone, making him feel horny enough to cause anguish.
Yes, yes, yes, Kyle, I want you to know such male agony, that you will, as willingly trip a clause and remain, stay permanently, being a brute animal used for its sexual abilities. A Bull Kyle, a Bull, to see them on the Internet, as how they struggle, grovel, trying to mate with a cow wishing to get out from under him; I want him to know failures.
Oh, as about now I would suspect he is seeing his penis deflate, implode inwardly, as it burrows-tunnels, forming a long sheath, to finally protruding two inches below his navel, forming then a pouch from where his long cock shall spearing, try to enter a cow’s…
But, tonight, how he shall moan, feeling such horrid levels of desire, even a born bull would gladly mount and screw another bull. He is going to feel a real hurt, and I love that thought!”
Meanwhile, Kyle by then was lying on his bed, he struggling, sweating profusely. His then all new bovine Bull cock stood standing out of the furred sheath, while his huge balls aching, churning with waves of raw lust, causing his cock to leaking dribbles of pre-cum had him on the verge of stroking it.
“Jen, Jen oh why, this is torture!” Kyle moaned as he laid there naked, as feeling his new cock dripping pre-cum onto his bare chest.
Kyle held on, as went to take cold showers, trying anything to slow or slake his sense of wanton passion for feeling ejaculation or sex of any kind, as then he did not care. As he noted his alarm clock showing the time as midnight, his sexual agony was enhanced by a new level of discomfort, he felt his skin growing dense, thickening, as he expected it to begin changing to the hide of a Bull. What was worse, his skin everywhere on his body, from his head to his toes, down his arms and into his hands, Kyle felt the transforming beginning in earnest.
About 1:30 in the early morning and Kyle stood in the bathroom, he gawking into the large wall mounted mirror set behind the sink and countertop.
“Oh damn, I am black, not just black as human skin, but black and like the chest of a Gorilla, is my skin as made of leather!”
Kyle felt a chill and switched on the bathroom ceiling heat lamp he used to keep warm after stepping out of the shower bath. The rays of warmth were like the rays of sunshine stimulating the greening of grass and its wish to grow, flourish, and cover. As did then his black bull hide begin a massive growth, as black fur sprouted in the tens of billions everywhere from his skin.
“Fur, black fur, the body fur of a Bull, it is so very real, oh help, God help, I was so terse toward Jen!”