Six black hands have grabbed me by my sweatshirt. The water in my eyes blurred my view, but the thought of my stunt urged the struggle.
A scream for the guards made me break loose and run. Run I did straight into a monster creature of half man half bull. He must have been ten feet tall. Myself being 6'7" bumped his solid belly. As I ran sucking in gulps of air my mouth was wide open.
Luck, yes luck would fail me today as my open mouth engulfed the hairy knobbed end of his very bull like sheath. Strange it was in a second the revolting taste turned to pure delight as I stopped, stood, and began to suckle.
The evil laugh from the sister of Circe which I had so recently plaster in her pool now stepped close. "Raphiel see him suck, he so enjoys the act doesn't he! I think he has found his place in our retreat. Let him continue as I get the proper ointments and wine." she said as the monster Mintour smiled.
Indeed I'd found something I never could have thought was anything to like. The salty acrid taste filled my mouth and seeped down the throat. Odd you might think but I was captivated my the situation. Here I has gripping the black shaggy hair of the belly on a huge Mintour and sucking his sheath for all I was worth.
The young girl returned with no less then five sister's of Circe and all watched as the first girl smeered the ointment over my face. Terror filled my thoughts but the sex act continued none the less. Those six black hands stripped away all clothes and I was naked to the Sisters of Circe.
A mumbling of "Excuse Me!' issued from my lips as the evil red wine was poured into my already full mouth. The liquid went to work as senses died and a blackness of thoughts or lack of such came over me.
I remember little after the wine for tthe rest of that terrible day. It was late at night when I stirred about in a barn stall covered in straw and smelling so sweet.
The rank taste of bull urine, semen, and sweat clung to the inside of my mouth. Every breathe I take drags that smell, that odor, into my lungs. My head feels like it's ten times heavier than normal. Slowly I sit up and look about the dark barn.
Quick thoughts of escape from the Sister of Circe come to an aburpt end as I find a brass ring hung in my nose. Yet too I see a rope tied to the ring and reaching to the ceiling somewhere up high.
I stretch as muscles in shoulders feel tight and my back aches as never before. A stretch of my fingers as they feel stiff leads me to smooth them down my flanks and over some hairy thighs.
"Oooooo!" I moan as the very touch of my thighs feels so sensual with thick hairs covering my flesh. As the hand returns I stroke two big balls in a leathered hairy sack. A ridge of flesh moves up my abdomin to a funky pouch hung from just below the navel.
The moment of sensual thrill is broken by the laugh of a very well remembered girl.
"Neat isn't it!" she said as my hands probe the strangeness of my form.
"Wa, wa wawa wah wea?" I stammer the English language.
"What's wrong with you? Nothing that I can see except of course that by Thursday you will become a fine saddle brown haired Spanish bull. A prize bull for our exibit to be sure! I have insisted that your memory be uneffected by the change. Oh you will act by instincts when aroused by a cow in heat, to be sure! The slow entering of Bovine thought patterns will creep into the daily actions till in maybe a year or two the cares of your human past will be all, gone." she said with a smile.
Stepping very close she uncorked a bottle of Circean potion and poured the liquid onto my chest and down into the bullish sheath on my belly.
The heat of the stuff was as acid burning and making me scream of pain.
"Two things, one your chest shall now barrel out and the odd Christian lack of foreskin is now regrowing into the most perfect Bovine sheath and a twenty inch long cock. I have insisted on the length of your cock being this long. Plans are in the making to have you travel from farm to farm once your mind has accepted the bullish form. I have done this change to several others and the value they have brought us was well worth their damnation." the girl smiled and turned to leave me in pain of body and agony of mind.