"Please excuse and try to forgive me my friend John, as you tried being a bull, what I found there was everything I wanted to be true as real. Yes, I liked being a black bull. Yes I enjoyed having sex with dumb cows. I did not like the urging to lick the cow vulva, as taste the vaginal juices tainted by her last time she pooped. I can overlook that degrading urge, but I enjoy the sensual freedoms, as naked but furry, my tail, the swaying of big balls bonking at hind hocks, and of a sheath with feeler hairs tickling me as the wind blows over and around my bull body.
Truly, I do not miss my having hands and the dexterity of human hands as compared to cloven hoofs. My whole body is a biological machine for breeding of cows, and I do thrill so when mounted and the cock spears with a quick thrust inside the cow vagina. If the cow would permit me, I would remain lodged inside her for a longer while and let us enjoy the sensations together, but that, oddly is not the bovine style of mating.
You know and recall what it is like to be a bull and enjoy bullish style of sex, so do not frown at me with any sense of disdain, as my choosing to return and become permanently a bull. is what I wish to do!"
"Jared are you sure," John asked with a pleading tone to his words.
"Yes, the brute lust that I have being a bull is the greatest pleasure I can imagine. Maybe I am a fool, or as father would surely say, I my choosing to become all beast and bull is evil. My youthful want to have sex is the drive that wins me body and soul, though it does seem foolish to give up being the more excellent human self for a beast that eats grass, lives naked and acts beastly.
Girls at school reject me, but the cow lift their tails as invite me.
I know by choosing to become a bull permanently that you and all who knew me will forget I was ever alive. The thought of that after I become again a bull, really does not bother me as much as does the realization that I shall become a wholly unholy as ignorant a beast of the fields, a walking cock and balls seeking to mate.
God forgive me, but my being and living as is a bull stands out to me as worthwhile, if then damned...?
You have religion, would you think me a fool to trade away my humanity for a few years of contiguous hot sexual sensations?
A question then to the magic buckle, "If I become a bull permanently, is there some demonic willing to let me retain my knowledge of self, and for some ungodly purpose, allow me the bull to live for as many years as would a sea turtle, 200 years then of bovine style sex life?"
"ASKING..., A REPLY IS FORTHCOMING, AND THE ANSWER IS AN AFIRMATIVE. A DEVIL WHO TEMPTS WOMEN TO WILD PASSIONATE PLEASURE SEEKING, HAS A FUTURE OWNER OF YOU THE BULL. THE OFFER COMES WITH THE PROVISO FOR YOU TO BECOME A BLACK-ANGUS BREED MINOTAUR-PET-LOVER, AND A LIFE PATH EXTENDING THROUGH COMING CENTURIES OF TIME. IS THAT WHAT DELIGHT YOU?" As so then was the writings read there on the bathroom mirror.