"Helen!" The thought of her name brings those fond memories of our years together. Now the memory of her my life as a man comes up from the depths of a bison's brain. I remember those happy time and ones which made us sad. My children how proud I was of their accomplishments. My house and all the things one would cherrish as the years pass by.
Now the scents of my place in the world touch my nostrils. The beastial smells of my body and the scent of that cow I just mounted still rampaged my mind. Shaking my head I looked at the Doctor.
"I have a plan that if Helen comes herself to claim the money she should come out and see her hubby as what he has made of himself, a bull bison! Tell me, how was that cow in your desires as that pretty massive pink rod reached down into her cunt and spread those quarts of semen? Did you think of her as your love or was it more primal and basic a thought? If you promise me to stop you determined attitude to remain human and accept the bull bison form and life, then I promise that Helen can have the money and not come to live here with you, OK?" asked the Doctor face to face with lowly me.
I mustered a shake of my great head to symbol a yes and seal the bargin and with it my fate.
I wondered as the Doctor injected me four times with his serums that if any other animal felt the degrading feeling of accepting the basic life of animal and beast. The truth be known I liked the sex with the cow but as I dropped from her and stood with cock dripping, it suddenly felt less than enjoyable. I felt as if the act was one of simple dominance and that she as others to come must serve my needs, and mine alone!