All but Roy walked down the hill to their cars, to warmth while they waited for the police to arrive.
Roy stayed, he felt drawn to admire the size of those Ram big testicles, and he liked the feel of the wool what covered the scrotum, groin, and sheath. He noticed the dark red colored penis protruding as partially erect still from the sheath.
Giggling with a sense of erotic glee, Roy reached forward his right hand and did squeeze the Ram’s cock. The squeeze worked to make the cock to spit a spurt of pre-cum and what Roy with some sense of surprise thought was a glob of Ram semen dribble onto the back of his hand.
Thinking of the dribbled pre and semen as yucky, he felt another urge as to sniff of it.
The sniffing gifted Roy a scent he found to be as compelling to where he licked at it to gain what it tasted like. Roy shivered from the intense flavor, as much he wanted then to ingest more. More was a problem, as he leaned forward and began messaging the Ram cock sheath, the muscles reacted and compressed forward, as pushed out the entire length of the lovely, enticing cock.
Roy grinned, but then while kneeling he turned his head to give a look, hoping for sure that none of the people who came to help Anna, were anywhere nearby.
His tasty treat stood waiting for his next move. As cold and shaky nervous hands took hold of the cock, he lowered his face with an open mouth to begin his suckling of the cock with hope of it holding more semen.
Lust for the flavor held Roy to wanting to sip on the erotic flavor of a Ram’s semen, and this dead sheep-man creature was a perfect choice to help Roy realize better his fantasies for how a human could become an animal, bodily. Widening eyes were the response from as Roy took to sucking, he saw the scrotum twitch, and from the cock he sucked a mouthful of the abundance of semen held in those fist-big testes.
Roy swallowed the mouthful and continued his suckling. He unknowingly had primed the pump and as he suckled the semen flowed. He swallowed his second mouthful and after that his third. After the third mouthful the volume of liquid slowed to a few wet globs, as then the Ram’s cock ran dry. Roy raised up and sat then on his heels, as his head cleared and he realized the erotic to vile thing he had done.
Personally embarrassed by his act of disrespect for the dead and the sheer fool act of suckling the cock of the creature, Roy began to force out a couch as wishing he could puke. Trying to puke, but nothing came up other than a burp, and it stunk lick the vile bile he had swallowed.
Scared and feeling stupid, Roy got to his feet and looking around, he saw not a person, he then ran toward home.
Un-be-known by Roy but the physical exertion from his run toward home helped the vile bile to digest, as enter into his bloodstream and start for Roy the infecting that caused John to change. When Roy arrived to where he resided with his parents, he used his key to enter the back door to the house, as snuck his way to his bedroom.
Roy got undressed down to his underwear what he used normally for pajamas. He slipped into bed with the thought to take a needed shower in the morning. He laid there in his warm bed and contemplated what he had done and wondered, or really hoped the same changes would happen to him.
Tired, and Roy went to sleep as down inside his gut a near poison mixture began asserting its properties upon a new victim.
Even while Roy slept his mind and the darker as evil portions of a tainting happening brought on dreams about sheep, and of the Rams, as if he could somehow become a Ram, he would want to mount ewes and fuck, fuck, as screw them cross-eyed!
“Roy, time to wake up, you have a catechism class at 10:00 this morning with the reverend at church!” A loving mother called to her son as to awake and get going with the duties of a new Saturday.
Roy got out of bed and began by giving his boy a checking for any possible or delightful changes; but he found none. Roy went to showering, and while drying off he again looked for any sign of growing wool. Then he went to breakfast and had to hear his parents talk about what they had heard on the evening news report of a monster sheep attacking two people in the park as they were sculpting their snow sculpture.
The family church was but three city blocks away from their house and Roy usually walked the distance. Although his walk on that morning was a good bit slower, as he felt a religious urge to repent.