I was changing like the many stories I'd read. Most of those stories had happy endings of the changed people finding a richer life as the animal. Yet some found the life to be short and were sent the way of so many animals. The thought of ultimate slaughter gave a chill of horror through my body.
I remember to this day the shuddering thoughts of the Girl's words for her plans to make me a sire bull for hire. I had no desire to spend my total life grazing and mounting some dirty cow's big butt. In fact I had a business which I enjoyed and today was only a distraction of my fantasy for transformations.
Odd as I think back of many a time spend in lusting for some demonic force or wizard to make the changes come to be true. Many a long hour I typed into the computer wild stories of sex, lust, and sensual desires. So many a time I enjoyed the thrill of a short moment when my lust for beastial life culminated.
Now my body is encrouched by change to a Bovine form. Soon by the Girl's words I shall walk the earth as a bull. The very thoughts of being a bull with balls hanging down to my hocks, and a sheath bouncing about as I walk the pastures. I think this is not far from my prefered desire to be a horse, nor is it too far from my many a fantasy of other animal lifestyles I'd rather chose.
As my body sprouts the thick hairs of the bull I'm to become I sit and masterbate this monster cock. As each flood of semen erupts from the pink shaft I see more bullish muscle and my Bovine self. The sound, smells and instinctive desires of the barn are taking away my rational thoughts. Now lust controls my movments! Lust to eat, lust to mount, lust to run free of the rope attached to this brass ring in my nose. Ahh just to stand about grazing and look over my domain. Yes the lusting desire to be in sontrol of my pasture and all that stand there in!