I was in sexual shock as my view was filled with what is called a Red Angus bull. I knew the breed from high school years at a farming community where I grew up.
The big white Hereford head on and Angus body some are black but this one was red furred. My stare was broken by the feeling of guts scrambling into new postions inside me.
I looked forelorn to the sea and wished I'd stayed in bed today. I stepped over the fence and walked to my future brother in the flesh. The animal was a good two thousand pounds of pure muscle. I was impressed and somewhat turned on by his very male self.
My hand reached to touch his furred head and as the hand came into view it was nolonger a hand. I had begun to change and become the giver of wealth to the farm owner. Fingers had fused to cream colored cloven hooves. A human wrist was now more bovine as was my forearm simular to a bull's leg.
I leaned across the broad back of the mountain of animal. An itchy feeling caused the removal of shirt and pants. A big fuss when one has lost mobility of fingers to hooves.
As the pulling of T shirt and shorts came next I fell on my butt in the tall grass. Squirming to remove clothing that I had realized was of no use to a man becoming bull. I failed to notice that the bull started to move over me.
Bump went my head into the low hanging chest of the bull. As I laid there his cock head still very erect carressed my face. The belly was huge as was the sheathy pouch the bull had hanging on his belly. "Easy to see why he had such a short cock in accordance to his size. When one views from below the sheath and how it hangs out and forward it makes the differance." I was engroused in thinking about the sexual equipment directly in front of me as my new furry hide spread.
I sensually thought of and then did open my mouth and accept his shaft for a lick. A salty tart taste like nothing I ever had filled my mouth. A burning sensation in my throat, I started to suck at it for some wild reason.
A passion of sensual sensation as my body changed according to the curse. A deep desire to feel what the bull felt with me as with a cow. The bull had little resistance to sexual stimulation and I saw his great ball sack twitch and suddenly had a mouth so full of semen that I choked. Swallowing seemed a reasonable idea, yet the volume of cum was in quarts.
The thin sticky slime poured out of my mouth and covered my face and chest. My eyes were stuck shut with the drying tacky stuff and I felt foolish and dirty.
I reached to touch and wipe my face but arms now were forelegs and movement of such was impossible. As the bull stepped to one side I sat up. Yet my back seemed rooted to the earth and a feeling of pulling on my butt.
Rolling to one buttock I managed to free myself and move more freely. A boney thick rope like tail was grown from the end of my bovine spine. I tried to roll up and stand as a human only to find more of me to be bovine.
Thighs did not work with flexible movement and were held in a new position. Rear flank thighs of bull likeness held my butt open to the air. Standing on all fours I saw cloven hooves as hind toes and feet that were in fact complete hind legs.
As a bull calf I stood next to the bull who's pattern my curse has left me to become. Eyes all but stuck shut with the dry semen of the bull, I walked in circles getting a new sense of balance.
A strange calm was working through my mind. I knew I should be filled with apprehension or horror in being changed to a bull calf. Yet if this is a curse by a spurned lover, I felt almost a desire to join the herd. My life as the man, seemed to have no passion at all.
Indeed a bovine animal, a bull calf I stood as and now looked forward to a life of desire and a barrer of wealth to my owner.