"Just A Visit (tf Story)" written by K.Rooste
(A spin off from the excellent story written as "Sisters of Circe, by Lampwick".
My brother David Stiles had his apartment in town so he could remain near to the college and his studies. He was a serious person and without the family problems to distract him he excelled. I had visited him often and it was with my most recent visit and the strange happenings found that I'm writing this story.
I was a cool Fall day in late October when all phone calls and letters came to a complete stop. David would either call or write about his week of study and or the people he met. Our Mother and I would read his letters and then store them away in a drawer as if held in a time capsule.
Mother tried to call David but recieved only his answering machine. I e-mailed him on his DSL security line and recieved the same, nothing! Then it was Ron Tanner who came over one morning who suggested he and I should drive to Capital City and visit David.
So we left that very morning with me reading the maps and Ron driving us in his new SUV.
As we drove we both told stories of David as he was such a perfect fool for any joke. My Brother, and I love him for it is so seriously gullable that he'd believe the most wild story is if it were God's own truth.
It took us the better part of three hours to cover the hundred and fourty miles from home to David's downtown apartment. Ron dropped me off at the building front as he went to find a parking place. I went right up in the elevator to floor six and down the long hall to his apartment 6-K.
I knocked and knocked but there was no answer. I stood there wondering what to do when at long last Ron came out of the elevator and joined me there in the hall. I told him what I found thus far and wondered what to do next?
Luck, fate, who can say but Ron looked at the closed door. Then he just reached out and with one hand on the knob he gave it a turn. The door was unlocked and opened to the apartment. I stood there feeling dumb but at the same time grasping a fond hope David was inside.
As we entered the apartment it was a mess. Now David was not messy and for the most part he kept his room at home extra neat and in fine order, so what I saw didn't match. Ron walked into the kitchen and returned quickly telling of the mess he saw in there too. I headed for the bedroom only to find the bed made neat and the room in some wilder than crazy mess.
This was even more odd in that his bed remained made so neat and tight like done for the Army. Yet his drawers were all pulled out and clothes hung or strewn everywhere. I looked at Ron and he at me as we both said together, "A robbery"!
I was about to reach over and grab the phone when from the corner of the room came what sounded like a muffled scream. Ron looked just as surprised as I and we began to look around the room. Another scream but this time it sounded more coarse and almost like some injured animal. It was Ron that found the source, the cold air return.
We listened to the soft words of what seemed to be three ladies. There words were as if chiding the person in pain and making fun of his pains as well. I turned to look at Ron when just after another long gravelly groan came up the pipe we both heard one sweet female voice proclaim "My he looks as good as David did last week!"
This was strange but a leed to where my brother had vanished. Ron and I headed together for the door and then to the stairway. We must have sounded like a heard of cattle coming down the stairs, but they kept us close to the lower apartment and thus made it easier to find.
As I opened the door to the fifth floor hallway I stopped and then backed up with Ron pawing over me to see what had stopped me in my tracks. We both peered out into the hall as this very volumptuous blonde was pulling the reins to a very large male Jackass into the service elevator. She was talking to the animal as if he understood, telling him of his better life to come as the farm stud. It was when she mentioned David again and told the animal he would be near his good friend I about lost my lunch.
Ron looked at me and just said "Nuts!" Then with his big hand he pushed past me and approached the rear of the standing animal. He looked around the corner of the open elevator door and began to ask direct questions about David.
The blonde lady seemed angered by Ron's questions until he took a firm hold on the animal's tail and with a hard twist made it walk onto the elevator. The doors closed and the blonde lady, her Jackass, and Ron went down.
I stayed where I was wondering and feeling scared for what he heard and had seen. It was maybe fifteeen minutes later when the elevator came up and its doors opened. The lady and Ron stepped out of the elevator and went right inside the apartment.
Me being timid stood out in the hallway listening to the apartment door as Ron began to talk. He began to ask about his friend David wondering about what was a disappearance. Then one lady cut his questioning off in a rude manner as she asked, "Do you like our bodies Ron?"
I imagined Ron had introduced himself to the blonde lady when they both went down the elevator together. Yet Ron's voice got shakey at the ladies question and I could tell he was suddenly quite nervous.
The lady continued to speak telling Ron she and her two sisters were from the order of Sisters of Circe. To this statement Ron yelled out a "What?"
Continuing her speaking the lady said the three sisters were as Circe hater's of men in general. A tall slender lady dressed in black and having long black hair draped down to just above her pretty round butt interupted, "So we rid the world of them! We change them into something much more interesting or useful to our needs. As you saw Kyle in the elevator, he was as you looking for David Stiles and will soon be with his good friend making mules which bring us money. Now you come like some strong helper type wishing to find your friend too. We can help you, and we will help you, as David was a Jackass so is now Kyle, and you, you are...." she was about to say when.
"He's like a bull in a china shop, Sister!" said the blonde lady.
"Yes a big stout bull !" said the red haired sister as she jumped to her feet from sitting quietly on their couch.
I heard from inside Ron whence from some pain. I tried the door handle but it was locked. The noise from me in the hall suggested someone was outside their door and as I heard the footsteps coming this scared guy rushed back to the stairwell. A disgusted woman grumbled about who might have been in the hall and they too could go in the truck with Kyle and Ron.
Scared and shaking I crept back out of the stairwell and down the hall to the front door of the Sisters of Circe. This time the door handle moved with ease and I opened the door slowly.
Stepping inside I was wondering what on earth was happening as now from the front sitting room came sounds of Ron groaning and those ladies laughing. Working my way along the walls this kook made his way to a point just outside the ladies view, and with a good view of poor Ron.
Ron stood there groaning something awful and with both hands he was actually ripping of his shirt. I watched as his pants to were becoming strained to remain in one piece as he suddenly reached down a flung off his right shoe.
Huffing and puffing Ron sounded like a man who just ran the mile in less than a minute. He was not giving a care to the women sitting there in front of him as his total thoughts were taken up with the idea of relieving his pains.
Ron seemed to be getting a thick beard but it was not reddish brown as his hair was but instead grew out white. I looked at his face as a human nose spread wider and the nostrils flared. Ron wiggled his upper lip making it merge with the lower part of his broad nose. His ears told me of what was to come as they twitched and grew. Growing out like those of some werewolf movie Ron's ears grew in size and being pointed had red hair sprouting from base to tip.
A groan, or maybe a gravelly type of scream came from Ron as he stopped his struggling and watched the right foot grow and grow, and grow. He had size thirteen shoes but now his foot was maybe an "A" width and a 16 length. Ron reached down and fumbled with his foot gripping his toes and letting out the most horrid agonized groan.
A sudden jump and Ron slammed his changed foot down to the floor as it looked like the left foot was changing then too. I looked at his right foot, long, thin, and covered in a short but thick coat of hairs. White like his athletic sock was some of the hair growing out his foot. Red hair was above that and it was covering his leg and by then a naked thigh.
Ready to scream myself out of the terror filled moment I saw to my added horror Ron's toes were now a light tan colored cloven hoof. The one woman stated he was like a Bull in a china shop and from the look of him he was becoming a Bull!
Ron stood there his pants off in a heap and the Izod shirt ripped from his empained rage, it too layed on the floor. Shoes kicked off and socks torn in half Ron stood naked to the ladies delight. Naked he was but being rapidly covered in a deep reddish color of hairs. His lower feet and then his wrists and hands too were white of thick hairs. Ron's chest had a stripe of white hairs running from his now white hairy face down the neck and chest to belly and groin.
Ron clenched his gut bending in half and grunting out bestial bovine sounds as if in renewed pain. He danced in a circle his cloven hooves making a chattering sound on the ladies hardwood floor. Whirling in a circle Ron was obviously in some horrid pain and with this pain his face, neck and legs seemed to firm up looking all to well as if they belonged to a Hereford type bovine bull.
"Please stop this!" groaned out Ron as he clutched his guts and wriggled from the pain.
Ron's voice sounded deeper than normal, more like he had to force out the words using his diaphram to expell enough air to speak. His words were slurred and with his speaking I saw teeth which were like those seen in biology class back some years in high school. large slab like teeth they were a marbled white and yellow color. Ron's tongue was also huge and I saw the strained look work over his face as he forced out his plea.
Swing in a circle again Ron was moving so fast he was a blur. I watched seeing from his bent over position what was to be his boney tail sprout and then swing with his turning.
Then he stopped and bent over looked up at the laughing ladies seated on the couch. Slowly as if very stiff Ron stood upright almost losing his balance on those stiff strange feeling cloven hooves.
Up he stood stretching his body out long and tall. As arms outstretched they drew back to be at a fourtyfive degree angle from his now broad hairy shoulders. His arm were not arms any longer, they had changed to forelegs and sporting cloven hooves.
His face was now that of a bull with head, neck and body of a bull. He let loose a loud roaring bellow as if it was his only way to speak now. He tilted his head down and I like the ladies looked his length.
There sprouted from his belly hung a white tuft of hair. Down lower hung two large testicles the size of a pair of major league baseballs. Thw weight of those big balls seemed obvious as with only slight movements they swung and bonced off Ron's thighs and hocks.
The red haired woman now stood up and walking in a slinky manner approached the tall standing upright bull. Reaching her hands out with finger spread wide and straight she began to massage Ron's chest and belly.
A soft lowing sound calm from Ron as he stood there still upright and balanaced on his hind legs and those still growing larger cloven hooves. Her hands smoothed over his hairy belly till from the tuft of hair came this bright pink knob. Out more and more it came making her moan with pleasures as she touched it.
Ron began to make slow back and forth pelvic action as if he was humping like an animal does. His new bovine cock stretched out in a bright pink color getting longer and longer. I stood there as if in a trance watching my friend now a Hereford bull being enticed to masturbate.
Groaning and sounding like some animal in heat Ron's balls began to move up and down in the hairy sack. His pelvic moves were becoming like a dance of some South seas island girl in a grass skirt. The cock was flared out at the end but flat on its tip. Narrowed to the end but the shaft grew wider toward its base entry to the tufted sheath.
The woman massaged Ron's belly and with her mouth she trapped the end of his bull's cock as she opened her mouth around the moster. Then with her Sister urging her on she began to suck his cock like a straw stuck into a malt.
Ron began to really dance about till with a sudden jerk of the red haired ladies head as she let loose his cock out roared a fountain of white cum. The bull danced about his forelegs flaying as hind legs struggled to remain upright. Then he began to moo and bellow out bovine sounds till all three ladies stood about laughing and laughing.
"Amazing, he's perfect and a fine looking purebred of an animal, he should fetch quite the price!" said the red haired lady to her Sisters.
"Oh but he would be quite the excellent sire for some cattle herd, don't you think Sisters?" asked the black haired Sister.
The blonde reached out her hand grabbing the stiff end of Ron's bullish cock and watching the white cum now mixed with thick globs of yellow semen trickle down her hand and arm.
"Your a stud animal now, you have a use for us and we shall use you as the bull should be used! A sire of our cattle herd, then with age maybe sold to the rodeo or if to slow a slaughter. In any case we now own you and you will obey!" cursed the blonde woman to Ron the Hereford bull.
That's when I stepped backwards and with a crashing crash knocked the nasty Sister's bread toaster of the kitchen counter.
Turning like a flash I darted out their front apartment door and down the hallway to the safe stairway. I ran down the flight of steps to the floor below and stood in its hallway door to listen.
"Somebody was here, they might have seen too much!" grumbled the voice of one evil blonde lady.
I made my way down to the street level and around the rear of the old apartment building. There to my astonished eyes was of all things a corral built. In the corral stood one large and maybe still maturing Jackass. It was only a few moments later when the steel roll up door opened from the back loading dock of their apartment building. Ron now on all fours stood there his nose dripping snot and a thick tongue popping out often to lick way the slime.
"Join Kyle, go on Ron do as your told and we might leave your human wits!" said the red haired woman as then Ron cautiously stepped down the concrete steps off the loading dock to the corral.
A Jackass bray welcomed him and he mooed his compliments back. The woman went down and closed, locked, and then tossed the two a carrot. "The truck will bring you both to our farm, its run by a tough lady but she is fair. She will use your male ability to make us money and if your good your lives will be long." she said as the two changlings stood swinging their tails and looking rather sick about their predicament.
I waited and watched for some time till feeling assured the lady was gone I approached Ron and his friend. They turned to face me as Ron bellowed his feelings the Jackass walked over to give my hand a lick.
It was almost dark when the truck arrived, I laid down near the water trough listening but out of sight by all.
A large muscled woman came from her truck and met with the three sisters of Circe up on the loading dock. Some money passed hands and she turned to enter the corral, a rope in hand.
Ron was frist to be tugged along and marched deep into the dark confines of the truck. Next the Jackass was pulled along and with a new learned talant the blonde woman took the tail twisting it and urged the animal aboard.
Now quite dark I made my way to the truck and slipped beneath it hanging from the steel truss irons making them a hammock for the ride. A ride it was, long smelly from diesel exhust, the drips of bull urine or maybe Jackass I couldn't tell, and the dust of a open road. So we went through traffic and out the freeway to a wide open farm countryside setting. I suspect it was the strain and fear which made me so sleepy that even slung up over the iron bars this guy fell asleep.
The churping of birds awoke me and the truck was standing still. A look around I found myself as an unexpected guest of Hazel Baas' country farm. Working myself free of the iron hammock I stood up and looked around with great and obvious caution.
A large white house with red shutters stood not far to the right. I turned around and looking left there was two huge barns. They too were white with red trim and surrounding the barns a number of steel fenced corrals.
The sounds of female voices turned my head as two very pretty ladies walked out the large house and headed toward where I stood. Quickly I bent over and dashed toward a corral fence to hide. The two jumped into the truck which brought me there and drove off talking of pigs, boars, and sows.
I slowly stood up and then hearing a sound spun around. ...
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The Curse Of Chastity
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All In Good Time
My Final Story For B.f. "sensual Enough"
Just For A Visit
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Truely Permanent
Getting Prepared For Hell
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Married Dreamer
Enhanced Security Helps
A Profound Experience
A Matter Of Appreciation
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Membership Of One
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