I sat on the rock ledge. The neck of the wine bottle still in hand. My mind ran wild with terror of what had just occured. The creature knelt down in front of me his bull sheath directly in front of my eyes. He cupped my face with his hairy thick hands bringing me to look into his beastly dark bullish eyes.
"It is best my friend, you will find your lifestyle changed, but it is the very best thing for you. I came to this place over twenty years ago. Since that fated day I have dirrected the fate of many to known bovine life. Ahh this is a better thing that I do!"
Sitting on the rocky ledge I gazed up the cliff to see Rachel peering down. Tears in her eyes as she thought no dought of our short marriage and her husband soon to be a bovine specimen.
As it helped me to stand upright he gave me a business card with the park name, address, and phone or fax numbers. I took it from his hairy black hand. Looking at it in wonderment I began to smile. "A joke, this is a Pleasure Island Fun Park joke! I asked for an adventure and I got one! Thanks mister whoever it has been some kind of fun." I put the business card in my pocket and started to climb the cliff.
He called to me, "Remember if you want to come back call one of the numbers and tell them of the adventure. They will pick you up and bring you back to me."
As a smiling husband reached and consoled his wife, I waved good bye.
We walked toward the entrance as we talked. I felt relieved that it was just a fictional adventure. As we reached the entrance to our adveture road I told Rachel I had to use the can. We both entered a store front and went each to our own sex restroom.
I felt like my eyes were turning yellow as I sat down in a toilet stall. I reached down to direct my penis into the bowel. As I touched myself I let out a short scream.
Quickly I pulled up my shirt to view what my fingers had just felt. The skin on my belly was dark brownish. A gray brown furriness was sprouting from this skin. Even that was bad enough but my penis was nomore mine. I had a growing bull sheath attached to my lower belly.
Standing up I quickly undressed down to just my tennis shoes. Indeed I had hair and skin of a bovine type sprouting on my belly, groin, thighs and butt. I stroked my bull sheath which sent waves of sexual pleasure through my mind.
Out of my hairy sheath rose a pinkish knob and shaft. Out, out is came into the cool room air. Arching up and forward so as in the future I could mount a cow's rump.
My shaking hands reached to scratch my balls in a feeling of uneasyness. Balls! Wow I had balls the size of oranges hanging in a furry sack between my thighs. The touch of my new balls sent my rod into a state of ready for release.
Shaking and shivering in fear that my mind could not as yet comprehend. I saw thin cum drips falling from my bull cock to the floor. I touched with both hands the aching shaft as it shot several thick sticky loads. Splattering on the stall door it stuck like paste.
The feeling was so intense that in my wild sexual delight I let out a very bovine Mooo!