"Treacherous is the urge of lust, it disavows all logic and turns affections into a consuming monster!"
I had tasted of liquid lust, the pre-cum of a Were-bull. My friend allowed me to see his curse, we were having fun and when the full moon arose, dear friend Nesh, began to look as feel horribly ill. I stayed with my friend, although unable to do much but to offer kind words; as he explained the whys and wherefore of a Were-bull.
Myself, as through the whole of seeing my friend transforming, becoming a brute, big, black furred, Brangus breed bull; I stood by with a ragging erection, as felt enthused!
Enthused from seeing an ex-football lineman player degrade bodily, while of mind and intellect he remained still as rational and friendly. Nesh came to this country being a brilliant graduate student. We met and struck up a friendship due to a mutual appreciation for his homeland, that being Afghanistan. His curse originated there, as from what he told of, he met a female student, and was enticed by her to bed him, as he had sex with her. The loss of her virginity was somehow notated by her mother and grandmother; they being powerful sorceresses, witches.
The mother approached then Nesh to ask if he had planned to marry her daughter and spare her the indignity to her reputation. Nesh told of feeling flabbergasted by the suggestion that he had allured the daughter to bed with him; when of fact, she had cast a spell to make him feel exceptionally horny. Accordingly, Nesh informed the angry mother, suggesting he was not the first man her daughter had bedded with.
Nesh said he was horrified when the woman and mother, her eyes glowed as of fire red color. She pointed at him her left hand index finger, and said, "Cursed be you, for acting like a common brute beast, having bred with my daughter, you shall when the full moon rises discover how much lust a beastly bull feels!"
Nesh thought the woman was a nutcase, but so after, and luckily when alone, he out jogging in the cool of night, the moon rose and the curse engulfed him. At the beginning, Nesh said of his cursed self, he became all black with bovine fur, and grew a bull's tail. The next full moon and he admittingly dared the curse, did then grow anew his pelt of black body fur, the same tail, but the curse added a painful transition of his genitals, and his head sprouted two horns.
The next morning my friend Nesh said he awoke to find himself lying naked in a pasture, was surrounded by a cowherd of black Brangus breed cows. He was appalled to discover that after a wild night of him mating with cows and heifers, his genitals failed to revert back to their being human. Each time after that wild night if caught outside a building as when he would change, more of his animal, bull self remained a part of his anatomy.
I was about the only person to notice Nesh walking as if he were stepping on eggshells, walking tenderly because his legs were slowly transforming into the hind legs, the feet, with hocks, and cloven hoofs replacing his toes.
Although Nesh knew he was a cursed man, he grew to liking his monthly sex orgy romps with different cowherds. He expected of what happened the night we were together, him changing, becoming as all a bull and an animal bodily. As I watched his unevolutionary regression transition from human to being a bovine Brangus bull; the scene sparked in me a want for living similar a sensual thrill.
As a bull devoid of any facial expression for concern of what I did to poison, infecting my body, causing me to know then the feelings as transforming, I began becoming as is a bull and an animal. I knew too, that unlike Nesh, my transforming was a one time event. As did I want to know of bestial lust, I did swallow the infection pre-cum of a cursed Were-bull; therefore enveloping me as part and partner to the curse placed upon Nesh. I would become as if one of his physical, bovine offspring; me becoming as well a Brangus bull, and how neat was that!
It began as not too neat, beginning with drastically painful gut pains, my internal organs changing then to being as a bovine. Meanwhile as I rolled into a ball of aches and pains, my skin changed of hue to being coal black, as did black fur sprout, to cover me everywhere.
What I had see happen to Nesh was not painful for him, but my changing of form and species happened not by a curse, but as an infecting of both my body and soul. I might have prayed and begged for forgiveness, but what I was becoming was due to my choice to be as damned. What I had done started as had Nesh informed me would if being foolish, and from heeding, listening to lusty desires, I doomed my life to living it being a common farm herd sire.
That night was moonlit, a bluish hue of evil had invaded my being, and even through the pains felt I did relish the want to become as was my friend...