Thoughts come to your of a wonderful story read by you from the writings of "Wolphin the Great".
A story of two friends wandering the Spainish contryside in lure of adventure. Then to meet a farmer and be driven to his farm and offered to reside in the barn. Wine and bread served the two friends get into a drunken state. They are drugged and over the next three days with continued ingesting of the cursed potion till they both become bulls. Bulls for the fighting rings of Spain! Their minds accepting what the outer shell of a body has become, the two feel only as herdmates together and long to live a lusty life, if possible.
This memory is strong in you and with your overalls covering what is even now changing you begin to long for the crazy desire to become as a black hide, blackened of hair, horned, bull.
The feeling in your groin brings the wild and fond hope to life. As hands sink under the coarse cloth of the overalls one finds to the amazement, two enourmus balls and a long thick sheath. It is part of you and with this you kneel down and pray that the longed for change will be for you to be the bull of one's fond dreams.