John dropped then the silver buckle; his right fore-hoof pushed it back under the dark green bush. He felt betrayed by Jared coaxing him to lust, as wanting of being as sinful, as he asked to become as sensual of body as what Jared suggested to be a great fun. “Keep your penis up inside your sheath for eight days and seven nights,” the magic spirit said, as from how grand it felt to stand and mate, breeding like a bull, this won’t be an easy task to perform!
“Oh John, you got yourself in Dutch now, as for the next eight days to act respectful and moral being a bull; oh darn, but I long already for to feel mu bullish cock as slid deep inside a hot heifer.
Hey stupid, if I keep thinking about feeling horny, that eight day shall never come and as I standing spew my cum, this being a bull could easily become the real me. Yet I want for more than the easy life of a herd bull. I like driving my new truck, or living clean, not hot sweaty, dusty, and my penis as coated with heifer vaginal slime.
Eight days, and on the eighth night, at midnight I would become my human self. That is what I want, but oh how this bullish body fights sensually to remain as the truer me.
The night is dark as my very soul is now dark, dark as is my bull body fur is black. I must fight to remain rational, as the lusty feel of being a bull animal seems so nice.
I need to again re-state, remember that magic rule, as the longer I remain an animal beyond the eight day limit, the more of this bullish body will transfer, as parts of this existence shall become as a permanent part of my human anatomy. Wait, the magic buckle’s spirit did not say of what would transfer as well, it could be nearly anything of my bull self?
Oh damn, as I imagine if what transferred with me to being human was my bovine genitals, that I could live with and find ways to enjoy. Stop that, as thinking with the hope of keeping my bigger balls and a penis sixteen inches long, would make it easier to wish I should stay then as a bull.
No, no, I need to think as keep my hormones in check!
Huh, the spirit did not specify that I might keep the bull genitals, so what then if I kept all my black hide and fur; how then could I live being a furry person?
Nothing comes easy, except the thrill from having bovine style sex with a heifer!
Now stop those vile beastly thoughts, as mate with another heifer, and the days I need to remain as moral then extends again, yet another day. Just to think if I did one, mating once, the urge to mate another became undeniable, and I went from one to the next. She, that first heifer, she was so sweet, and acted as friendly, she led me to meet the others, a group of young heifers, and were they as willing!
Stop it, as yes they were willing as I felt capable, as learning to mate, breed as do cattle came easy. I need to stop and think, remember what the magic buckle’s spirit told; as if to stay a bull for more than four seasons, a year, and my wish to return then as be human, the Spirit would then be deny me!
It is still the dark of night, my first night, and eight days as seven more long nights, I have to wonder as if I can withstand the urges?
The Spirit suggested an easy way to make the grade, but how did he specify the how to and what?
Yes, if I return to the corral from where I had escaped, or maybe then put in with the herd in the big corral, as tomorrow, a cattle wrangler will aid my easier as speedy return to be again as a human.
Okay, so what if I did become again as a human, but what carried along with me was my bullish head instead of the easier to conceal bull size genitals; what then would mom or dad say, or could they recognize me as being human, I would look like a Minotaur!
Damn but this deciding is hard; as is my bullish cock is becoming stiff, my pangs are returning. What the Spirit told of if I return to be as is a young bull, one of the hired wranglers would for sure tag my right ear, and then comes the heat of a branding iron. Oh but, how do those calves scream when the hot iron sears their furry hide!
I can but imagine what after tagged, branded, and inoculated with brutal precision, I then became not the farm owner’s son, but as the property of the Killingsworth Ranch. Me then, me, John Killingsworth, ceasing to be the owner’s son, as would stand on all fours, having cloven hoofs replacing human fingers and toes. I then being as inoculated against many bovine animal diseases, there comes the chance deciding by a gruff man, a cow wrangler as whether my bull body looks to be of pedigree status, or if a common male bovine, he then castrates off my testicles.
How easy is that to lose your ability to retaining of a family heritage without having the balls to inseminate?
Castrated as a bull made a steer, and what of any self respect, as accept the pain, both of body and mentally, even if such will insure my being returned to being human at the end of that eight day limit?
What have I done, as got myself to magically become as one of the animals owned by our family farm!"