I tell you now, never go into that store! It was the damn foolest thing I ever did and the stupidest thing I ever bought. That man translated the writing on the jar as penis builder and love potion.
How could I have been so stupid to take his meaning figurative and not realise that it could go way wrong. It's been nine long years and still the stuff effects me from time to time. All I need is to catch a whiff of the scent of females and my hormones and glands go crazy.
It was that November in 96 when I bought the jar of demonic salve. I had the idea of trying the stuff on a date with a pretty young girl named Rita. Oh but it was going to be a night's thrill in heaven. The thrill was not the one I'd planned for but I'm sure the ole' Chinaman was laughing himself to sleep that night.
I opened the jar and took out about a teaspoon full of the salve. I rubbed my dic and balls with the sweet smelling stuff. Then washing it off my hands I tucked my tools in the underwear and senched up the belt.
The drive to Rita's was all across town and I finally reached her place just before seven that fated night. As I walked up the walk to her Father's estate home a sheep dog ran past me. I stopped and the sudden smell of the dog turned me one as nothing before. I chased the dog around the house and toward the stables in the rear.
The stables too had that wild scent of female desire in need of a good fucking. I began to enter the stable when the new scent hit my nose and turned me toward the pasture fence.
Standing behind the barn were four cute black Angus heifers. The wild scent was coming from them and I could not resist. Jumping the fence I walked quickly to my quarry. Strange that even then I never thought once of what I was about to do and the complications to come.
The heifer looked out of one big eye at me and raised her boney tail. I saw that dripping mass of bovine flesh rippling with intent of being fucked. In a second the belt was off and my pants down. The scent made my dic extra hard as I pushed it into that wet tunnel of desire.
To this day I don't remember how long I was humping that cow but it suddenly came to mind I should stop and walk away. As I pulled my then long pink cock from the cow's ass I saw that I was then a total Angus bull. Stepping on my clothes I pressed them into the mire of that barnyard. Walking about in circles I looked at myself first in horror and slowly it began to be in lust.
The scent of the other three heifers were overpowering as I went to work and mounted each in turn. Then I heard voices in anger and it was Rita yelling about that bastard date showing her up last night.
I walked to the fence and peered over the wire to see Rita crying in her Father's arms. The man warned he of strange men like me and told of finding my care at the end of the driveway the night before.
As Rita went for the house still in tears her Father approached the striking new bull he did not own. He stepped into the pen and looked me over quite well. I watched him yet with more animal interest than one of a human about to be found out.
Seeing his now very contented hiefers and figuring that they had been bred by me he slapped my butt and told me he would keep me for other stud work.
My story thins at this point because I don't remember the length of time the salve kept me a bull. I kept daily being put with heifers and well experianced cows for sexual pleasure. I know I enjoyed the pleasure of being atop those cows. They all had the wildest ways of holding my cock deep in their hot bodies. Days I know were soon weeks as month after month slipped by. I found that my body was growing to be a thousand pound bull. The bullish sheath hung low from my belly and that pick shaft of a rod stood erect a good two feet long.
The comments from the land owners who remarked about the long length of time I spent fucking those cows made me one hot demon of a black Angus bull. Finally the end must have come as I found myself grazing in a pasture with tall green lush grass.
One morning I awoke from my sleep and there I laid naked to the world and a almost normal man. The one big problem was the bull's sheath remained and that big cock still was held inside.
Then walk home got a little queer as I stole some ladies apron off a clothes line and wore the damn thing home. Once in the back door with the extra key from the garage I got my first notice for how long I'd been a bull.
The calander on the wall showed November 5 of 96 when I had a date with Rita. The answering machine date showed March 21, of 97 which meant I was pleasuring myself for about four months.
Showering never felt so nice as the filth of beastial life washed down the drain. I never gave it a thought but as I used the underarm stuff and shaved my face I foolishly rubbed my sheath, dic head, and balls with the salve.
The penis builder hand built my dic from human to bovine in sheath, dic, and those jug sized balls. I sat looking at Tv while still in the buff. Hell in four months of being a bull I never wore clothes, other than a halter about my head.
All that night were Westerns and more Westerns which had cows, bulls, and horses. Finally by midnight I was fit to be tied. My bovine cock waved in the air and I lusted for release in some or any cow's cunt that would allow me inside.
I thought about it, I think? Yet it was night and I ventured out in my car looking for some ass, two legs or four!
It was like looking for a Policeman when you need one their not around. I drove off into the night and to the open countryside. It was on Shelly Avenue when I stopped and saw my quest.