"Where I Am King / Tf Story" written by K.Rooste
“Where I am King”
By Adobe Fats
I look today over friends and foes! Mine is a life of worth but not to me, for my Uncle Ned has big plans. A Nephew and troublemaker in the family, just once caught being more than friendly with our neighbor's pony mare.
My dear parents felt the insult of a son turned wrong by his youth and sexual perversion. They sent me for the summer to reside and live on Uncle Ned's farm; he said for someone like me, would find that animals live daily in filth, being brutal, jealous and very bestial.
My Dad's spoken hope was for me to find myself!
It was on my second day on the farm when walking through the barn I saw a stairway going to the lower level. Finding no lights, I found Uncle Ned's flashlight and proceeded to investigate into the darkness.
Down into the dusty darkness I walked and looking about discovered what looked like a leather strap warehouse, filled with harnesses for horses, bulls, Oxen, halters, bridles, and collars galore.
Then, in the corner, an old wooden desk covered in dust and hay that had sifted from the barn floor above. As I opened the top right hand drawer, I spied a book. Lifting the heavy book out, I placed it on the desk, and opened the front cover.
Written in broad print from a quill pen and ink said, To Ned I grant the power to bring on change for any reason!
I flipped one page after another seeing photo's of boys and girls. Next to each person's photo was a photo of Horse, Cow, Bull, Goat, or Sheep. Pages and more pages, each filled top to bottom, giving the names, breeds, and a date. The names of farms, ranchers, or scientific companies, telling of where the animals went, even the dates the finally died.
Then panning the flashlight, I took note of many names previously seen as I paged in the book. Printed plainly above all the names said the types of harness, halter, bridle, or some odd apparatus used to keep animals under control. This was so strange that I had to look up and compare the book to the pictures on the walls.
Norton, Allen Fader - Hereford Bull - 09-30-49/ Simon Farms - Sired 2084 calves / faithful to the end / died June 2, 1967.
Williams, Jane - Bashkir stallion - 4-18-52 / Bashkiria Commune - Urals Russian / sired 984 foals / returned after six years / became doctor and is loving wife and mother.
Thomas, Raferty - Przewalski Mongolian Horse - 4-18-52 / Lincoln Park Zoo, Chicago / Gelded after trying to rape a female attendant / Mind degraded beyond tolerance / still alive 1-1-2001
I took the flashlight and walked about the room until there in front of me, the name Allen F. Norton stenciled above a large halter and a brass bell, all hung on a brass hook.
Picking off the heavy halter, I walked back to the desk and sat on the old wooden stool. "This doesn't make any sense?" I said aloud.
"Sure does or maybe it will over time!" said Uncle Ned as he stood at the base of the steps.
"I'm sorry but I saw the stairway and...!" I said to explain as Uncle stopped me half in a sentence.
"No, no Nephew I left the door open, expecting you might find your way down here!
This is my hobby room, where with the power given to me I help young people find the error of their ways. Some never learn to understand and end up living changed lives, living and die the death as an animal. Others, many as Horses, some as Cows, most as Goats, and a few as even Sheep or pigs too, find their outlook bettered when returned to their original forms, and live a human life to the fullest.
You Nephew, have you chosen from the book a worthwhile lifestyle, something to help you decide what is right for you?
Ah yes, Allen F. Norton, he came here from Reform School and in working found his love to be around cows. That very halter, blessed him to be a fine purebred, Polled Hereford bull, to which he gave his all! He was a great sire and found a sense of fulfillment, if then he spent his entire life living and pleasuring himself in a rather beastly way," said Uncle Ned.
"You mean these things are empowered to make people who would wear them as if they were born to wear them?" I asked, feeling a sudden sense of fear and apprehension.
"Yes!" came the short response.
"Uncle, you would have me wear this, and become a Hereford bull too?" I asked.
"Yes, if you want to learn about living and understand the deeper meaning of life, I believe it would give you some needed guidance! Unless you have some true passion for that pony mare, then donning the proper bridle you could live with her for a time.
Understand me that years ago your own Father came to visit, sent here by his Father, and after spending just one year as a Draft horse, he begged to be human again. I expect he excelled in life from learning the raw basic needs as he worked that one year as a draft horse.
He made up his mind about you after that foolish romp with the pony mare. It was a week later when your father was at his wits end, he called me, asking for me to foster you along into learning about life!" explained Uncle Ned.
I sat looking at the halter and then into the face of my old favorite Uncle.
"Say I put this on, how long must I be as a Bull?" I asked feeling the sweat drip off my forehead.
"At least three months, then once you have mated a cow, and then I could sponsor a return to your human self. Ah, but be warned, that sexual behavior as of a sire animal is the crux to living permanently as an animal. Once you become say a bull, the natural instincts begin to put pressure on your thinking and reasoning process, the bestial lusts excite and build for to procreate your new species; this in turn drains your human ability to reason and learn. Life takes on new meaning, richer sensation for sexual pleasuring tends to make the return to human existence, seem ridiculous, and hardy worth the effort. I will on certain times come and offer you return to human life, but if you walk away I'll know your desires!" explained Uncle even more.
Looking at the halter, I smiled back at Uncle and thought to go along with his joke. A laugh was short lived as I picked up the halter and stretched it over my face and head.
Suddenly Uncle changed and the colors of the world around me dulled to shades of grays and white. Even as I reached out my hand to beg for help, my eyes bugged out wide seeing a hand, wrist, and arm magically just change. I watched terrified seeing fingertips darken, fingernails too becoming squared black cubes, as wrist bones twisted and realigned.
In just under a minutes time I had the fore leg with cloven hoof.
I stood up, scared of what had just happened, looking to Uncle; he had a smirked grin on his face, as if maybe admiring what I was on my way to become.
Feeling my chest bulk with hefty muscles I felt my weight shift as falling forward, catching the flat surface of his old desk, I tried to hold on. Again, trying to beg for help, the words set on the tip of my tongue, seemed to float off into the far recesses of my brain.
Clothes felt tight, this is where Uncle began to help, removing from me my clothing, until I was naked. Yet, the sensation of feeling naked faded with the rush of a spreading coat of red and white hairs. I ogled my body seeing it in gray tones as my vision changed along with my entire body.
Unimpeded by clothing muscles grew stronger, expanding, turning a foolish teenager into a bovine beast. I watched in some sense of horror and fantasy as maleness changed. The massive weight of my testes was but one sensation, feeling them sway and swing with every movement was yet another. I had forgotten about my own penis, straining my great muscled neck hard to allow me to see a smooth and hairy groin. I screamed, but it roared from me as the bellowing sound of a young bull balling.
Panic and sensual sensations brought me the feeling of an erection. As from out of my belly button jutted out a pouch of skin, a sheath, and from there protruded my bovine shaft.
I rather would have expected something larger, longer, and maybe black like a pony stallion. Instead, I ogled my new shaft it was a hot gray color while later Uncle informed me it was actually a bright pink in color. The stout pecker stuck out maybe a foot long, about the same girth as my teenage penis, but now it narrowed toward the tip. My mark of Christianity was gone, uncircumcised then, my cock tip had but a tiny kinked end, but flat for the most part!
Seeing it I balled another bovine sounding bellow, saddened and disgusted that of this what I cherished and loved had not increased in size too!
Ears followed my head and became as of a bull. My skull gaining such mass and weight added to my entire body feeling the heft of becoming a young bull.
The change was not without its sensual delights, my maleness gained a much higher level of sensation, a sheath and huge testes all pumped up my expectation for breeding, as would a bull. Uncle standing at my side proved something, he took a grip on my erect shaft and with his touch, immediately, I ejaculated a load of semen onto his desk. My small and narrow penis was something of such wild and raw sensations the need to hump and thrust when breeding as a bull was not needed!
Seconds, seemed as hours, I saw everything change in slow motion, until my tail flicked over bare and open anus. This too was a sensation offering great wonder and an odd sort of delight.
Uncle Ned watched silently, helping as I changed to learn, and become accustom to new and different parts of a bullish body. The Hereford bull I was, or had then become was the size of a yearling, although not mature in size, my sensations were at a wild peak.
Uncle stepped away, returning with a small jar and a long cotton swab. His steady hand dipped the swab into this clay jar. He removed a special salve and went to applying this up and down the length of my still quite erect shaft.
I trusted his every action, I had too, as from that moment I had become a piece of property. Me then becoming as a bull was but just an animal to anyone that might look upon me. As Uncle doctored the oily salve up and down my hot shaft, I spewed semen four more times.
Uncle found my reaction quite humorous, he laughing and telling me how my big testicles could produce a gallon daily. The salve he said would make my penis remain permanently without any Christian resemblance of being human.
"Nephew you look just fine, a true and pure bred Hereford now stands before me! I shall keep you in a stall for a couple of months, this allowing time for you to learn how a bull feeds, while your body gains in mass. Once you master eating out of a bucket, then I shall let you begin to graze. These two actions will help when consuming hay, grain, and fodder; the fodder is the worst, I shall blend it with molasses until you get used to the flavors. Remember Nephew of your task, to learn and understand life! If you relax and let slip your purpose of learning about life, the way back to becoming human becomes extremely unlikely. If you be as a true bull, your life to come will be just that as of a bull, and only a bull!" chided Uncle as a reminder and a warning.
He attached a rein to my halter, and led me to a big wooden fenced stall. The floor covered in sweet straw seemed so nice. A five, gallon bucket of water stood placed by the door and with it a bucket of raw grain and half a bale of hay.
"Eat and drink often till you learn to eat as a bull should. In time nature will guide you to lazy about and chew a cud, but until then, try to eat as best you can!" said Uncle as I stood unto my self, a bull, being an animal filled with apprehensions and fear.
Things went well and learning the bovine ways came quickly. Soon enough put out to graze, I found this to be a mindless action. Time and living my new lifestyle slipped into oblivious learned patterns. I learned how to rise, eat, urinate, taking then a healthy big crap, walking out the barn to my pasture, there grazing mindless, ignoring anyone and all around me.
Time and my daily eating of everything that came before my lips helped to build me into a massive big bull. I was happily grazing in tall grass; when I heard the voice of Uncle, he was calling me.
I stand now shorter than when I was human, this makes my line of sight and for seeing distance rather limited. Uncle called to me, and I knowing him to be a friend, sends me plodding across the pasture to meet him.
I spy him standing by the gate to my private pasture. Uncle had opened the gate and let inside the pasture a pretty heifer, a companion, and maybe she was there for my pleasure.
She was as a delighted with being a cow as I felt having learned to become a bull. Our courtship was a short one, she soon offered me a good look at her rump and the things people consider and something private.
Her tail raised up and held to one side was as if offering to begin our learning. I sauntered close to her, then sniffing of her leathery vulva, as would any common bull. She stood still, looking back at me, willing for me to breed, but I was inexperienced at mating bovine style, as learning to mount, holding her in place, and inserting my shaft like a bull came hard to manage.
Tries met with failure, my loving cow would walk away, making me fall harshly to all fours.
Then as with the setting sun and that lovely glow at dusk, I rushed at her rear with intent to try again, jumping up with my front legs, straddling her flanks, my forward movement and erect cock slammed me in her tight tunnel of bovine passion.
I stood surprised to my feeling inserted, finding the sensual sensation so enthralling, I blew my load and after less than a minute. Stepping then off her, my cock stood still erect, I bellowed to the world my satisfaction, if only a short thrill.
I know she liked it too, as my lovely partner stepped close, lowering her head she gave me a nostril blowjob, and then licking my shaft clean for another short round.
Uncle learned from watching us breed that I was ready to begin my first real step toward discovering life. Thereafter, Uncle sent me a dozen cows, some young, some older and having had much experience.
He told me of a certain brown cow, she with a white blaze over her face as a distinct marking. She, as was I had someone recently referred her to Uncle, as a distraught family knew of those who came to the farm found their lives changed for the rest of their life.
She was not too all fired thrilled about becoming a cow. I saw her slamming that pretty, bovine head against a tree. Feeling in a friendly mood, I stepped close, she seeing me panicked, butting her head into my rock hard skull.
Dazed and no doubt seeing stars, she stood and allowing me to sensually examine her soft bovine body. My nibbling lips upon her teats turned her head, as if from the sensual touch her idea of being a cow changed.
I know that from breeding as a bull I got even hornier than when I was human. “But wow,” this new cow had an insatiable desire for sex, beckoning me to breed and mate a dozen times that first day, and as much for days and weeks yet to come.
I had lost track of time, living, as does a bull the need for a clock is as useless as the desire to bathe. It was in the late afternoon, as I with my growing herd of cows lay under the trees shaded from the hot sun, lounging and chewing our cuds. I saw Uncle coming to visit, he kneeling down and petted my head.
"It's time, one year since you became a fine big, bull. Nephew needs to decide, shall you remain as a Bull, or ready to live and be as a man?" he asked.
I ogled him with one eye, thought for a short minute, then with the usual struggle to hoist my bulk to stand, I looked at my lovely brown sex fiend heifer, she eyed at me. Sauntering slowly in her direction, she raised her tail beckoning, wanting and willing of me.
I cast a look to Uncle, and went directly to the young female, mounting her, my quick erection slid home in true rough and tough bull like manner.
Two twists and a thrust the load spewed into that cow and I gave a wink to Uncle Ned.
"I see, well then if you are that thrilled to be yet a bull, why then mess with a good thing.’ He stood up, and then said, “You may continue on as a bull until next year. I will call your father and explain, unlike him, you seem to have found your place here as my prize bull. Because you decided to stay, I will show you at the County Fair, once judged as a fine sire, I plan to rent my Nephew for sire, trust me there are thousands of cows willing to breed with a fine, big bull.
It felt so right and even proper as the Fair Judge, poked me with his sharp stick, urging me to move as he directed. I enjoy being at the Fair, the scents invigorated me to delight in being a bull. My few days and nights at the fair had their highlights, as placed in a box stall for three nights, two girls snuck in late, entering my stall, they fondled me and sucked my bullish cock until the break of day.
Uncle loaned me out as promised, his bullish Nephew now in his second year, moving from to farm. I remembered Uncle telling me how my cock would turn raw form pleasure, as mounting older cows, their tough and leather like vaginas took some tolls.
How true he was as many a night I bedded down on dusty earth and felt the sting of my lusting cock, burning with irritation in my sheath.
A blistering hot summer afternoon and as I lay under the spreading maple trees I see two men coming my direction. It is Uncle Ned and a man I think I should know, but remembering has become difficult!
Uncle has come again to ask. He stands beside one who he said was my Father. Uncle tells me of his satisfaction as I have done well, making him richer, as I then he poses the same ole' question.
My Father stands wringing his hands in nervous frustration, he speaks of my Mother, as she wished not to know of what I do all day and every day!
Uncle asked his question, as Father chimed in as well, both posed the question, if I shall ever return to human life.
The question had an easy answer, for why would I leave when here, I am King!
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