Ben and Jim set out to dinner as the time clock cooked down to a fate filled moment. The conversation was at times rather heated. Jim had his ideas as how the new program should be activated and then enjoyed.
Yet Ben knew the new program was far more than a worrior game, since his hairy feet were sweating to death in socks and shoes. Even the best meaningful friends can have a different opinion and it finally was a friendly waitress that cooled the conversation down.
Ben was at his wits end trying to think up how the new program worked, all the while knowing it was all B.S. Jim was the first to notice that they had argued for over three hours and he wanted Ben to get home just before the start of his game's clock.
The drive back to Ben's apartment was a little faster than the trip to the chili joint. Jim stopped at the entrance to the building and let his friend out. He chuckled to himself as he continued home on the neaty kean surprise he had left on Ben's computer.
Ben was so rattled by the evenings supper he walked past the laptop and flipping the lid open he went on to the bathroom for an asprin. At the moment the pills went down the shute, the sound of his laptop beginning jingle as it began the preset program.
Running to the livingroom Ben fell forward as he got within ten feet of the table. Agony of pains flushed from his head down the backbone and into the nerves of his legs.
Muscles tensed and bulged, his hands and feet began to shake. He grit his teeth as the electric like shocking pains jolted him to a sitting position. His eyes closed, mouth open he let out a scream which was to be his last human like sound.
Like a cool breeze of calm and comfort flowed over his aching being he opened his eyes to an adventure only a jerko' dutchman could have given him.
His shoes had burst and layed shredded next to his long reddish hairy feet. Toes would wiggle but toes they were no more. A cloven hoof now ended the feet and Ben longed to rise up and view the laptop's screen.
Stretching to move he pushed himself up to a knealing position. As he reached for the laptop his new pretty pink cloven fore hooves came into view. Arms were now legs muscled well to support the expected mass he would become if his idea of jim's joke was rung true.
Shaking his heavy head the feeling of flopping furry ears brought the additional reality of a head of some bovine form. Angry he began to snort and drool ran from his mouth. Standing the forehooves on the chair he stretched his hardy hind legs out as straight as he could.
The feeling of strength and a new very sensual delight made Ben feel that this was more a gift than a stupid joke. Even as his mind filled with bovine desires he wondered just what silly trouble Jim would get into tonight.