Samantha stood eying the cattle threw the wood slats that made up the sides of this stock hauling truck.
One by one, she eyed each, looking for her friend, perchance by her leaving the stable in a huff, the owner there might have then sold his prize bull.
Indeed there he stood, all a bull and acting like one his saliva drooled from those big lips as he eyed Samantha, likely lusting for her from a perfectly bovine frame of mind.
Pointing at the bull, Samantha announced that this bull was once her friend. She caused quite a stir there, many people thought she was drunk, and a few thought Samantha was plum crazy.
Her constant pleading came to a quick halt when in her hand she held that fob; it began to burn her hand, searing the skin.
Samantha cried in pain, the truck driver stepping forward, he offered her something to stop her pain and help heal her brunt hand.
Without thinking clearly, Samantha followed the truck driver, they entered the rear of his truck. He no sooner entered the truck bay, then he grabbed Samantha, and slammed her to the deck, stunning her all the more.
"You ain't gon'a screw up my business, I got just the thing for you!" The truck drive said, he brandishing then a clay pot filled with some vile smelling junk.
"What," was about all Samantha could speak as the truck driver grabbed at her full head of hair and with a gruff manner he took the clay jar and poured its contents into her mouth, she choking for air found it necessary to swallow most of the yuck'o stuff.
Angry and cursing the man for how he treated her, Samantha was in the midst of her swearing at the man when it struck full force. The clay jar was one that came from the apothecary. A special mixed blending of some formula that at the correct time, if Samantha did something so bad that God would not normally forgive her, the trick would be her treatment.
"That bull wants you bad, see he is getting a massive erection, he salivates for you, and eyes are looking at you with true bestial lust. But, you had your chance to be with your friend, it was Jeb who suggested the idea, and I agreed to administer the drug if you came around." This the truck driver grumbled, I heard him, I was standing not too far away, having just climbed out of my car and was planning to enter the store.
Samantha slumped to the truck bay deck, her hands and body began to quiver from the fear of what might happen to her.
Being gallant, I walked up to the truck and offered Samantha to ride with me and we might find help and settle the problem with some proper authorities.
My offer made Samantha smile at me with the cutest and affectionate looking grin.
The truck driver was not so thrilled with me poking my nose where it didn't belong, he leaped off the truck and body slammed me to the ground. We scuffled some and he having done this trick before, gained the upper hand.
I yelled a mighty ouch as from out of nowhere came this syringe, it plunged into my groin, piercing through my penis and jabbing deep into one of my testicles.
A burning sensation began and in no time at all, Samantha and myself were hog tied and lying there locked in the truck bay.
"Thanks for trying," was about all the reward I would get for being a gentleman when seeing a pretty lady in obvious distress.
A aching groin was another problem, as from the syringe injecting some stuff into my testicles, the flare down there was about bursting the seams in my slacks.
Samantha looked at me, as I eyed her, she speaking told me that likely we were to join the other cattle on that truck, both becoming as were the others.
To hearing this I gave a laugh, but from jostling my groin I stopped the sense of amusement and found my testicles swelling, and a human penis stood out erect and nearly the length of my upper leg; wiggling in the pant leg, soaking the knee with some slime like cum.
We talked which eased my erection, it softened but continued to pump out more juices that made me a bit anxious.
Samantha was in her manners quite calm, as if what seemed to be happening, might never culminate into our bestial damnation.
The truck moved on down the roadway, we talked as the cattle around us stood mooing or the bull bellowing his lusty ideas.
Samantha apologized to me, seemingly sorry for getting me into something that would likely cause my demise.
Again, my gallant attitude told her not to worry.
She stared at me, then spoke, telling me of the horn-buds sprouting out my temples, and the thick brisket of bovine bison wool growing to cover my head, shoulders and down the upper arms which may soon be an extra pair of legs.
"All this because of the fob!" Samantha said, as if some further apology.
"Fob," I replied, wondering of what she meant, and then with a note of sarcasm, I said, "F.O.B. female on board?" A look around and it seemed as much quite true, save for the one bull, all there were as females, one pretty girl, a small herd of cows, a bull, and then me, me changing to look like a bison.
The thought stopped there as my erection had decreased, my testicles wilted, and the bulge groin in my groin sloshed. A scramble of legs against my bonds had the slack bust wide open and there before me set a furry four nipple udder filling with my milk.