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The Madame Illusia

Damon's male anatomy gets one last hurrah.

Madame Illusia announced, "Well, you saw it here first, folks! The boyfriend who wants to NOT wear the pants in his relationship, or EVER AGAIN for that matter! Let's give it up for Damon!" the audience whistled and giggled and applauded. The Madame continued, "Go ahead and strip down for us Damon. Let's go ahead and give your girlfriend--and the rest of us--one last chance to admire your human male body before it's gone."

Damon, not wanting to disappoint, gladly dropped his jeans and tore off his tee shirt dramatically. The audience went "ooh" and "aah" at the sight of his six-pack body. Damon posed himself theatrically a little bit for the sake of the show, but he himself was not really so impressed. He'd taken good care of himself, but he'd always thought his body looked a little too masculine and too ... well, too HUMAN.

The Madame motioned toward his crotch. "Now, audience, I think we can all see what Monica saw in Damon, at least in the downstairs department, am I right?" There were a few hoots and oh-yeahs from the back, and they were well deserved. Damon wasn't exactly small down there. But what he did have was paltry compared with what he'd RATHER have between his legs.

Illusia said, "Damon, why don't you give that nice looking package of yours one last time before you use it? It's your last chance to feel what a guy feels. Besides, I think our audience would love to see how well you can MILK what you already have, if you know what I mean." She winked. The audience cheered. A few of the rowdier spectators said, "Mooooo!" Monica's expression was a little hard to read.

Damon felt his long thick member begin to pound erect. He flushed red. He was suddenly hornier than he had ever been. He looked down lustily, actually enamored with his rock-hard maleness for a change. Usually it gave him more mixed feelings than he (maybe she?) would have preferred to admit. He knew this sudden infatuation with his shaft was mostly due to the Madame's spell, but he didn't mind. He would pleasure it all the same.

Damon jerked his more frantically than he had in years. The audience's eyes were glued to his meaty hands and his well-honed pecs. It felt like it lasted a lifetime but was probably almost two minutes. (The show must go on, after all.) Damon felt the familiar semen-build up inside him, and his whole body froze up instantly, except for the twitching muscles in his groin. Sticky white goo erupted from the tip of his stick, and a drop or two might have sprinkled Monica in the front row in the process. His eyes closed in bliss. The excited onlookers got even more pumped. He let out a deep warm breath and lazily opened his eyes, glancing down at his final ejaculation while he could still see it. His dick was more erect than he could ever remember it. He was cumming harder than he might have ever cum before. But it wasn't quite the other white liquid that he would much rather get out of his crotch, and he was expelling it from only one sensitive protrusion rather than the four he envied.

At last his cum turned clear and the pleasure started fading out slowly. It looked less and less like semen and more and more like just fluid. His dick began to shrink but didn't stop shooting until it was less than an inch long. His testicles popped back inside his body, and he groaned to feel them meandering up toward his kidneys. Once his cock was finally gone, he felt his piss hole widen, forming his bovine vestibule, almost big enough to take a bull's cock eventually and already big enough to let out wide spray of urine right at that exact moment. Everyone gasped and some started to chuckle. Damon's eyes widened to feel the warm downpour splashing and spreading around his feet. He gulped. The Madame kept the show going.

"As you can see," she beamed, "cattle don't have to worry about social niceties like waiting for a toilet." Her magic cleaned everything instantly. The audience burst out laughing. The sorceress continued, "now that all of that pesky sperm is out of his system forever, let's change Damon into the bovine he's always wanted to be!"


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