I was changing at a higher rate, my legs became much more bovine and toes merged to be cloven hooves. I felt so normal even though in my thoughts the fact I was degraded from human form to that of a bull.
My rape and sex with Ken the satyr had infected me with this curse. I might have been a horse or goat had I enjoyed my third mating session with some other animal. Now I stand looking at myself! I'm losing all human form and expect that in time the instincts of the beastial world will remove all morals and memories. I should be terrified but in some strange way the thought brings on a feeling of calm and peace. Even Bob's threat of my ultimate slaughter doesn't cause fear!
I want now to run and join my lover at her barn. I want to graze and feel the sun's warmth on my body. I look forward to many new conquests in a form made for sexual delights. Fingers now are stiff and arms work different, I have forelegs! This feels so right I look ahead to walking on all fours, I thank Ken for opening the door and Circe for her insights on giving men a better way of life.
I push open the back door and wobble down the steps to a lush green lawn. A time to graze and build my strength to walk and join my herd.