Wow the feel of hooves, cloven hooves as I dance about enjoying the sudden new found strength. My bulky body grants many strange feelings as I at first stand upright.
Stopping I have another strange desire, as I drop to my new forelegs and stand as was meant to be like all other bovines. Walking in circles the four legged movement is so easy and fluid of action. I like the feel of that long boney tail swing over my furry butt and tickle my hocks as I walk.
The suit is well worth the money but I did not understand why they credited me most of the cost back. This is so wonderful I'd want to spend my weekends as the new bovine self. The desire to try everything as the bull would comes as a forlorn want, almost a deep lust. Carefully I step down off the porch deck and touch the soft earth with those neat cloven hooves.
Prancing about like a clumbsey bull might I love the building peace and content feeling spreading into my soul. A sniff of the air brings more sensual desire as the scent of sweet cut grass wafts from my neighbor next door cutting his lawn. I lower my head and snuff the grass I stand on and it too gives the same passion.
I mouth my lips to work as fingers and grasp the sweet smelling blades of well fertilized grass. My front teeth nip the blades of grass and my tongue purses the new food to waiting moulders to smush them into a lovely green mush for swallowing.
Time loses all meaning and the lust to graze blinds out all other thoughts. I next lifted my head to see the setting Saturday sun going below the horizon. Looking around the looming piles of cow dung stand as a monument to the amount to grass comsumed. I have trouble as to imagine the simple thoughts like wanting to enter the house for the night. I struggle with what must be bovine instincts weeling up in my mind.
At last I struggle to step up the five steps to the deck where my journey to animal had truely begun. The sensation of walking is more of a struggle as my hind legs feel so stiff. My gut aches, and in a moment of animal passion I let out a bovine bellar like on and old western movie. As one moo comes it soon begets another and then more and more as I feel so stuffed. I know down deep the noise will draw attention and if I don't stop one of the neighbors will come to investagate.
A squeak of the garden gate produces Mary Jane the spinster neighbor lady. She looks about and then her eyes widen as she spots me on the deck.
A broad smile on her face as she comes closer, walking the lawn covered in slippery brown mines. "Hello there, she says in a soft and calming way!"
Standing aside my big head she ruffles the furry topknot on top. Running her hand down my long back she pats my flat thighs. "My but we are a fine looking cow aren't we! Oh but deary you need to be milked, your really quite full!" The strange feeling of someone touching me in this way gives pure pleasure.
I look back at her as she picks up a watering can for my flowers and setting a porch stool near my but she begins her aide of my pained body. As each squirt of the milk fills the pale I get more and more relief. She kept talking to me and the words meaning slipped away and the calming sound of her voice was what I enjoyed the most.
As we stood together she spied the box were the Bull Hide suit was and those bottles of Animal Strength Vitamins. Sitting down she read the instruction pages and continued to look at me.
"You, this is you, I must say you are very stupid to have done this. Look here what you owned, and now you are property, a beast of the fields. It says here to call this toll free number and the makers of the suit will have you picked up. Do you understand me? Do you realise that you are a cow, a female cow?"
I listened, but her words were dull and without her calm voice I turned to the flowers on the deck as a late supper.