"All In Good Time" written by K.Rooste
“All in Good Time”
My own sexual fantasy tends toward being an animal rather than just wanting to mate with animals. This tries my patience, leaving me often frustrated, and quite horny.
This make for a volatile situation, making of me a easy and willing target for those or something having the knowledge and abilities for making my dream become physical. It is from such a situation that this report was born.
Writing TF stories is for me fun and offers some ability to relax my built tension. As I referenced the internet constantly I was notified of an e-mail arriving. Opening it, I was immediately in direct communication with of all likelihood a very powerful witchcraft woman going by her handle of Madame Ojo.
We conversed by e-mail and later through Yahoo instant messenger.
Her insight about my wild and sexually based fantasies of becoming a stud sire animal were quite profound. She asked many questions, most based on my willingness to pay her a great sum for a service she said was within her ability to perform.
Stunned, and delighted, I asked what she would require in funding, while asking for assurances that she was not just funning me or pulling my leg.
To my questioning her authenticity she became angered, cooling quickly, as then sending me a strange word for me to speak aloud.
“Decidido, abogaría por para hacer un toro y para vivir como es para una semana, volviendo a ser humano, y después para pagar el servicio.”
Translated:
Decidedly, I would plead to become a bull and live as it is for one week, returning to being human, and then pay for the service.
Once having said the long line in Spanish I was to stomp my left foot three times hard on the floor and call out to Madame Ojo for her blessing.
If it were a joke I would soon know, but the Spanish words were as if Greek to an uneducated middle aged writer.
Stammering a lot, I spoke the words as best I could, saying:
Decidido, abogaría por para transformar al igual que un toro ah entonces vivo como está para hasta débil, volviendo no a ser humano, entonces para el servicio.
Almost as I ended my strained try at speaking in Spanish, Madame Ojo wrote to me as what I said was twisted and wrong.
“Decided, I would plead to transform as be a bull, ah then live as it is for until weak, returning not to being human, then for service.”
Angrily she announced I could soon expect my humanity would fade, as I was by my slurred speaking, was to be soon a Bull, remaining as a sire and stud animal for the rest of my life.
It had to be a joke, and I returned her aggressive words by telling the ole cow to F.O.
My computer screen went near blue with her words. She cursed me, damning me for not paying her, her due monies. As if to chastise me further, she added few extra words and phrase, typing out the words in Spanish, as if to me being summarily cursed.
“
Maldecido sea usted, maldecido y como acursed, el estar pronto transfromo en el cuerpo solamente de un toro de los bóvidos usado para un padre y un perno prisionero. Conserve sus ingenios, sepa cuáles usted es, lo que usted hace, y quién le envió para ser un animal. ¡La lujuria de mayo sea su guía en vida, oliendo, lamiéndose, y el montar de vacas, empujarle, humping, y conocer semen es por siempre el de una BULL!”
I went directly to the computer translator, highlighting the words Madame Ojo sent, and discovering what she said sent a chill down my spine.
“Damned be you, cursed and as accursed, being soon transformed into the body only of a bovine bull used for a sire and stud. Retain your wits, know what you are, what you do, and who sent you to be an animal. May lust be your guide in life, sniffing, licking, and mounting of cows, thrusting, humping, and knowing you semen is forever that of a BULL!”
Had everything gone as to my wishes and plan I was hopeful of becoming a Percheron stallion stud, but as it seemed I had made a mockery of someone availed with great powers, my future looked slightly dim.
Having read aloud and likely foolishly so, the words sent by Madame Ojo, I felt a uneasy sensation in my guts.
My hands quickly stiffened into a tight fist. Then as a blackening’ ooze began to seep out from around my finger nails, this enveloping my whole hand. I screamed from an obvious sense of terror, as my hands were changed quickly to be as cloven hooves, as of a bovine.
Wrists changed next, becoming new joints, as part grew into cannon bones, a knee, and then the upper foreleg as of me being a bull.
All my skin began to itch furiously, as human skin became a bovine thicker hide, leathery, and covering ever so quickly with sprouting hairs.
Horrified and sensually delighted, I stood silent and watched as my chest and ribs barreled outward. Bodily I was changing, as one stomach grew to be as four of a bovine. The worst sensation was as my human penis was sucked up inside my abdomen, compressed up and forward, building of pressure, until as a bull sheath it erupted from out my lower belly.
Then wild pangs for sexual sensation gave me a throbbing erection, showing to me my red and oily shaft, extending a foot long, narrow, pointy ended, and drastically sensual to the lightest touch.
My balls began to ache, grow, and hung down to bump into heels that were as bovine hocks.
I tried to scream from the onslaught of transforming sensations, but what issued forth could only be said as a bellowing call of a bull bovine in heat.
Minutes passed like they were hours, my body was that of a bovine, as legs changed to hold a massive bulk. The sure knowledge of how my head was expanding, skull thickening, ears growing, and I felt horn buds sending out actual horns.
The physical essence of beastly self is when one knowingly feels the sprouting and stemming growth of one’s animal tail. My boney links of a bovine tail grew and popped properly into place, giving me a fine long tail to sway, swat, and flick at bugs that wanted to lick my butt.
I looked at the wall clock, two hours from the time I read the cursing words of Madame Ojo; standing upon four legs, and four cloven hooves, a foolhardy man is then as a real, live, bovine Bull!
Now my wife comes to visit, she owns me and gets half of my sire fees, as they grant to her a fair wage. I write in the sand, we converse often and usually for long and tedious hours.
Although a horse was my original hope, being a bull allows me to mate more often, returning to hump any one cow several times. I think of my curse as more of a blessing, the wife might disagree, but the cow sure don’t!
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