"Just For A Visit" written by K.Rooste
“Just for a Visit”
by Boston Bob’s Circus
Revision authorized
Kevin Rooste, series 2006
This is a spin off from the story, Sisters of Circe” written and authorized 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 with his studies. I had visited him often, and it was with my most recent visit and the strange happenings found that I am 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 received only his answering machine. I e-mailed him had again no response! Ron Tanner who came over one morning, suggesting he and I should drive to Capital City and visit David.
My Mother agreeing, we left that very morning with me reading the maps, and Ron driving us in his new SUV.
Driving the highway, we both told humorous stories of David. My dear brother was so gullible, blankly serious, and many a time ended up as one perfect fool.
It took us the better part of three hours to cover the hundred and forty miles from home to downtown apartment. Ron dropped me off at the building front door, as he went around back to the parking lot.
I thought to surprise David, maybe tell him I hitch hiked from home. The plan had merit at first, but once inside the building’s front door I changed my mind.
The creaking of the door hinges worked as a doorbell. Once inside the foyer I saw several doors become ajar, eyes peering out into the hallway.
Speaking a friendly hello, the doors slammed shut, as those people hid away like there was something very odd here. Puzzled of this, I went right up in the elevator to floor six. There stepping out of the elevator and walked down the long hall to his apartment, number 6-A.
I knocked and knocked but there was no answer. I stood there wondering what to do, when Ron arrived, telling me his Yukon he parked, to the rear of the apartment building. As I began to tell him my knocking had no answer, this making me worried, I wondered what to do next?
Ron’s great Dutch and dumb luck; or maybe it was fate, but Ron looked at the closed door, and began to feel the sash for a key. Then he just reached out and with one hand on the knob, it turned, the door was unlocked.
I stood there feeling dumb and dumber!
As we entered the apartment, it was a mess. Now David was not messy person, he had a motto of, a place for everything, and everything in its place! One quick look around suggested to us the apartment had been burglarized.
I remember grumbling loudly, seeing the way things lay strewn. Standing there I looked upset at the scene, it was Ron that began to upright things as he looked around.
Ron walked away from me and into the kitchen. He returned quickly, telling of the mess he saw in there too. I headed for the bedroom only to find the bed made neatly, while the dresser drawers lay pulled out and everything ransacked.
I pointed to the mess, but stood shaking my pointing finger to the bed. Untouched is was made so neat and tight, Army style, is what David called it. I looked at Ron and then back at me, we said in unison, suggesting it might have been 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 and wondering. Hearing the scream again, we began to look around the room.
Yet another scream we heard, but this time it sounded ragged and coarse. I suggested it sounded as if made by some animal, as if injured.
Ron that found the source in short order, it was coming from the cold air vent. We knelt down and listened. We heard the soft voices of what seemed to be three women. Their words were as if chiding the person in pain, making fun of the 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!
The woman’s statement suggested of foul play, I felt suddenly my hope for David to slip away. Jumping to our feet, 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.
As I opened the door to the fifth floor hallway, I peeked out into the hallway, stopped dead in my tracks and gawked. Ron pawing all over me to see what had stopped from exiting the stairway, I tried to push him back.
We both peered out into the hallway, as Ron moaned seductively, as one voluptuous Blonde stood tugging the reins to one large and sexually erect, male Jackass. She was speaking to the animal, talking to it as if he understood. He cocking his head, listened, as she continued to tell him of a simpler life, one of personal fulfillment. Nagging him, she told of a farm, where he would join another jackass. There, according to her the two would find pleasure, both kept for use as studs.
It was when she mentioned David again, suggesting he was an animal, a Jackass. I heard this and my stomach about tossed my lunch.
Ron looked at me, as he saying the women were some kind of nuts, but said it loudly. Then with his big hand, he pushed past me, stepping boldly out into the hall, just to the rear of the large animal.
The Blonde woman about jumped out of her skin, seeing Ron, he a tall athletic type coming down the hall.
Ron smiled, looking stupidly as if a woman tugging a grown Jackass down an apartment hallway was not all that, strange. He spoke to her, suggesting he knew a way to make the stubborn animal move. She with a nod of appreciation, the sexy woman eyed Ron carefully. Ron grabbing the Jackass’s tail, giving it a twist, and yanking it up and over the giant animal’s back, urged the animal to move.
The Blonde seemed angered at first, but with the animal moving into the elevator, her facial expression changed.
The women entered ahead of the Jackass, with Ron stepping in, he holding the animal’s tail, in a manner making it quite uncomfortable. The elevator doors closed, as Ron, bold as brass, rode down with this woman and her Ass.
I stayed where I was wondering and feeling scared for what we heard and had seen.
Fifteen minutes later, the elevator came up to the fifth floor, as the doors opened. The Blonde stepped out first, then turned and motioned for Ron to come, and walk with her to the apartment. Ron stepping past her eyed me peeking out from the stairway, his eyes shifting, as to suggest I remain hidden.
I am a timid person, but at times becoming insatiably inquisitive. Using great care not to make any noise, I stepped out into the hallway seeing Ron being ushered into the woman’s apartment.
Once they went inside, I crept up to the apartment door, ear tight to the sash and listened.
Inside I could hear Ron began to talk, he sounding quite gallant but cut to the quick asking directly about David. He made up his story as he talked, telling of his friend and he having an appointment to meet. Lying like a rug, Ron told of their plans to eat out and party the night away as two ole friends.
As I stood in the hallway listening I was beginning to think he was laying it on a little thick, his story was beginning to sound too off the cuff! Although when he became direct to the point and asked if she knew of David, and where he might have gone, the woman laughed in a boisterous manner.
The woman never responded to the question, but as Ron and his questions floated in the air unanswered, I heard another female voice. This new voice spoke out harshly, as she seemed angered by being questioned, remarking that she and her sisters were not their brother’s keepers!
Her harsh tone continued, as she asked Ron first if he had been to the apartment A6, as if suggesting he was poking his nose where it was not appreciated.
Then I heard another voice, this one speaking softly, rather slinky and seductive sounding. She asked a question that stopped the other two women from speaking, because her question caused a chill to run down my spine.
“Ron, that is your name, Ron…how do you like our bodies Ron?
I imagined Ron had introduced himself to the Blonde when they both went down inside the elevator. Yet his voice got shaky, seemingly nervous at the provocative question; I stood wondering what scheme they might be planning.
Even before he could answer, one of the women must have moved close to Ron. I thought that because she made a sensual moan, followed by one from Ron. An instant later one of the women spoke, telling Ron of their being members of a long standing following.
She spoke again but this time using a voice sounding of authority. I remember it well as her words sent another chill down my spine turning into a flaring flood of goose pimples.
“We three are sisters and also are all devote members of a coven for women only. Standing together as three of the order, and belonging to The Sisters of Circe,” she announced with a bold sound of personal pride.
Hearing her announcement, Ron spoke up loudly, speaking just one word.
“What!”
Now he and I both knew of Circe, the Greek witch and daughter of the Sun God. She was a women, who once scorned by some man, became then wicked and tending a perverse hatred for men in general. Her terrible powers had according to myths, doomed many a man to bestial existence. This announcement poised my thinking of that Jackass in the hall, of what the women said, how it resembled Dave; and now what might happen to Ron?
She continued then with her speech as telling Ron about their cult, and becoming out spoken of a hatred for men being as, well men! I listened in wonder and horror, the excitement of what was being said inside was bringing on me an erection of major proportions.
“We are like our patron mother and the Enchantress herself, have and do yet study many books. See there in the living room bookcase on the shelf, we keep them handy for such occasions when a man comes into our apartment.
Sisters of the faith, we are self taught, but well learned’ and able to take men who come face to face with us and grant them a change of life and lifestyle.
Most of them end up on a farm we sponsor where they do what comes natural to the males of their new species. They are degraded from human abilities, losing touch with what they were, and near ignorant of what they had since become. As beasts they live on, being in every way as if born to being an animal, crude, brutish, and like all males, they strain to show their dominance.
Now some are special even to us, Dave for example lives on as a virile male Jackass, mounting and humping animals, he is the sire of a fine breed. His mind is blank of all human knowledge and concern, except when he has mounted and is thrusting; while then will he remember and have memories reminding him of things, and people he knew when once he was human.
A few warranted we leave them alert and totally terrified of the realization that they are to live their life in the form and lifestyle as would a beast.” She made a lurid sounding chuckle, as then her humor was followed by the two other sisters who came out right and laughed with a sadistic manner.
“Kyle is one as I just said, you knew him as that large Andalusian Jackass we took down in the elevator. He has his full faculties, remembering and realizing of who he was, and is, having become permanently now an animal, at least in body. His situation will be just the opposite of all the others, as when he breeds, the excitement will remove his desired will, replacing it with brutal instincts and making him for a short time to be as if a true animal.” So explained the one woman, her obvious intent for Ron was to be doomed as were other she spoke about.
I stood outside in the hall clearly able to listen as she boasted, suggesting how women were superior, rather than equal to men. She denoted how men think naturally as do animals. In part, I had to agree that Ron at least spent a large part of his day thinking only of male pleasures and sex.
The harsh speaking sister told the kinky one to be quiet; as I heard the sound of someone getting slapped. It was the Blonde sister who spoke out of turn, as I knew her voice from when she talked with Ron in the hallway. She first taunted him asking if he liked their bodies, and then in a childish way she taunted again as wondering if Ron thought the three women had nice butts.
Again the harsh sister spoke, her voice suggesting the anger she had for her sister carried now to Ron; he being male and still human.
She began again to tell of their goal, that to rid the world of men; as had Circe long ago, she giving no consideration to age, but changing all male humans into some kind of animal from. Her admiration for Circe showed in the way her words flowed, accounting how she would determine the nature of a male and then have him become something similar as a beast. Those who were strong of will became great brutes, Lions, Tigers, Bulls, and the like. Then others who were submissive or she thought as true cowards became other beasts, Dogs, goats, Sheep, and of course, Pigs.
I listened as she told of a man named Kyle; he came into their apartment looking to sell the sisters a new sweeper. His stubborn attitude won out over the early hour, the sisters were not yet fully awake. He kept to his pitch until Marla; she, as I would learn later was one of the sisters, having a head of blonde curls. Marla asked the provocative questions, as of their nice looking bodies.
A man named Kyle, she thought was mostly polite if not a little too stubborn. He made his way in past the threshold, entering the apartment and began to show off his sweeper. Marla told of being her seductive self, she mentioning how she stepped close to him and pressed her ample breasts against his chest.
I could only hear through the door, but suspected she might easily be the one who moaned, and had made Ron groan.
Ron blurted out asking of Kyle, he knew him to be another college student. He made mention that Kyle lived in the same building, but on the second floor. He rambled on telling how the three of them, David, Kyle and himself, all were good friends. Kyle originally rented the apartment for David, as it was high above the noisy street, also being quite large and airy, and quite cheap for some odd reason. He sighed and then spoke of the reason now seemed quite apparent.
The more that Ron spoke, his voice became quite shaky. It sounded as if he was getting scared, having boldly approached these women. I would expect that Ron having heard as much as I would be looking for a way to make his escape. He began to speak, suggesting as leaving, when one of the women began to talk.
Her name was Elaine as she so announced, congratulating Ron for his gallantry in coming to help Marla in the hallway. She spoke of his obvious intents, as he had lacked to ask any questions, per say why a pretty woman on the fifth floor of an apartment building was straining, trying to wrangle a male Jackass into an elevator. She laughed recanting how Ron took hold of the ropey tail, wrenching it up and forward, the discomfort forcing a stubborn animal into the elevator; and then going the extra distance to helping place the animal into the holding pen. Her conversation continued as if to suspect Ron knew the animal was not always such, but might have once been human.
Ron and I both heard of what the women talked about earlier, so his inklings, if any were quite correct. Kyle Barnes, his good friend stood transformed into being a large and virile male Jackass. The one sister told how he had finished his changing just two hours ago. She sneered, said how they liked to toy with those they change, taunting them into arousal, filling their victims with beastly lust, as the human mind battles with the onset of instincts.
He, Kyle she told would join David, my brother on a farm, but as for Ron, the sisters needed to confer.
Marla twanged in, her silly sounding, childish voice, telling of their meeting with David just two weeks to this very day. She thought he was so sincere, handsome too! She was reminded of a gallant steed when he came to their door, insisting of his need for quiet, being frustrated by the noise of another man meeting his new future. When she saw him blush it suggested her glorious stallion, was really other than a mighty steed.
Then Edna announced her name, as she asked Marla to get the book. She spoke, her voice low and sounding seductive too, but had tinny brash sound that made my blood run cold. Grumbling at Marla, saying she was but a goofy minded girl. Telling as reminding her, she thinks handsome men should remain, handsome! Edna saw through to what David was, brash, a stubborn streak a mile wide. His true personality doomed him in her mind, she seeing how he became easily aroused. It was of her suggestion he looked more like a horny male Donkey. Elaine agreed, and silly Marla giggled her agreement, both mentioning of how David did so plead and cry showing himself, to be a coward. It was this and other reasons why the three Sisters thought themselves as doing the world a favor, ridding it of yet another, MAN!
According to their words, my brother David stands now as one very fine Donkey, a male Jack! Once they moved David to the farm, his mind degraded to that of a horny Jack. His basic delight in feeling himself buried deep, thrusting like a jackhammer, and living life as does a male donkey.
Those who where once men, go there and breed, making for the Sisters their living. As if from dooming all men they were announcing of there delighted theme, going to visit those they changed, and so doing continued reinforcing their female will upon those they made into animals.
I heard Marla as she came huffing into the front foyer of their apartment, as from her sounds I knew she was touting something quite heavy. A thud resounded out as if she dropped it, her two sisters grumbling over Marla being so clumsy.
Sister Edna screamed at Marla, grumbling that she might next get out the family album and show to Ron pictures, showing the girls growing up, and of what their mom did to Dad.
Edna grumbled more at her sister, reminding Marla to pay better attention of Ron.
Ron groaned again his voice sounding lower and maybe more coaxed out from his guts. I shuddered, thinking of him inside the apartment. Those insane women, witches, haters of male humans, and endowed with the powers to make anyone into an animal.
Edna seemed on the offensive, she taunting Ron, telling in detail about his good friend David being then as a farm stud. She implied that Kyle would soon join him, but by her demeaning desire that his memories were not obliterated. Instead, Kyle knew of what he was, how it felt, and had to battle to keep the equine instincts from taking him ever deeper into being a brute animal.
She chided Ron for thinking of the Sisters as being fools, when instead she was soon to make him the fool. Laughing at Ron for being a friendly, helpful person, bold and brash enough, seeing a woman leading a Jackass into an apartment house elevator, and then ask her not one question, why!
Elaine gave her two cents stating it was time to begin. She mentioning that another woman, named Hazel, would arrive about six that night. Then using a very antagonistic sounding voice, she suggested of how Ron would get to meet her, but might have his own worries to consider.
Marla and Elaine spoke in unison, ordering Ron to walk into their living room. The moans I heard from Ron as the two went to work removing his clothing, he mumbling how they were stripping him naked.
It was Marla and her silly way of talking, she mentioning that he would soon find David, Kyle, and maybe some other friends from the local college.
This Marla, her mind worked on the simple things that most of us take from granted. She liked to taunt her victims, telling how animals act, mate, and the sensations they might realize once in the form of some animal.
As Ron groaned and must have already been under their spell, he would otherwise have fought them to escape such a fate and doom.
Marla continued her taunting, telling things about dull ole David, his easy transition into being a sturdy donkey. She told of their recent victim Kyle, he being so stubborn trying to make a sale, his attitude suggested of being above the rank and file men, and thus they decided his better form was that of a giant Andalusian Donkey and a virile Jack.
Edna began asking her sisters of what Ron reminded them of, as if casting lots, and being quite democratic she wanted each sister to vote.
Elaine took note of Ron and his exceptionally muscular body, he having been in weight lifting for some years. She quipping him as the proverbial bull form the china shop. To her suggestion, a wave of witchery power made Ron grunt out a painful moan.
Edna laughed loudly, she agreeing with her other sister. As with Elaine, Edna must have walked up to Ron, testing or squeezing something of him to attest he was of an athletic build. As whatever she did, Ron made a groan the sounded rather sensual it made me think that she might have squeezed something he enjoyed, as she would soon be delighted in seeing transformed.
Three plops of round sweet rumps on a couch begged the situation, making Ron moan again, this time suggesting of him feeling pain.
I was as you might expect scared; but wanting to help Ron escape his bestial doom, I gave the doorknob a slow twist. To my surprise, the knob turned as the door remained unlocked. I stepped inside using great caution, yet frantic and wild of my great fantasy, having the fond hope or wish it was me standing before those women.
Once inside I stood in the apartment foyer. The foyer offered two directions, allowing me to peer into the living room, where I saw Ron. He stood with his athletic self, naked, slightly hunched forward, and standing on some wooden pedestal. He saw me enter and moving his eyes suggested the whereabouts of the three sisters.
I stood for a moment as the sister seated just out of my sight, made verbal notations. Some of what they said was in Latin, while other statements made in English, but all made Ron groan with abdominal pains.
A quick look to the other exit from the foyer offered a hallway. This led to their kitchen and turning a left corner, it offered another short hall to the bedrooms. In and between was an archway that opened to the living room.
Working my way along an inside hallway, I came to stand peering into the living room from the arch. As from there I was standing some distance to the rear of the three sister seated on the couch. Ron was almost directly across the room, standing on that strange two foot tall, pedestal.
I stood there watching Ron and seeing only the back of each sister’s head.
They were obviously amused, especially seeing their victim standing spellbound and being so helpless. It was as their spell held the person at bay they where wheeling other forces, as if to begin and reshape Ron.
Ron stood on a pedestal his back to a brick fireplace. The women sat on a couch, their backs facing my direction. To their right was the bookshelf, it loaded with old volumes of books and ledgers, no doubt filled full of cursed names of men changed.
Groaning something awful, Ron stood looking my way and saw me peeking at him.
His arms and hands hung down as if pressed by some unknown force. His clothing gone I saw his skin tone changing to deeper shades. As Ron went to the sun tanning lounge, his general tan was fast turning to a deep black; looking more like leather than human skin.
I looked at him shivering, his boldness now drained, as he was scared half to death. Waiting on every word and phrase of the Sisters, Ron felt anxiety reflecting in an erection that the sisters seemed to enjoy, and I could easily see. His normally bulging muscles were changing, rearranging him from standing, as does a human. The first signs suggesting his new self were just beginning.
As from within the fireplace came up a wisp of smoke, Ron’s clothing, wallet and identification began to smolder, flaming up, and soon lay as a light ash.
Breathing heavily, 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 captive of his own feelings of agony and for some reason he was showing signs of feeling a bit of ecstasy.
Ron’s face had darkened, turning almost blue and then changed to black. His skin everywhere else was already a deep shade of black. I watched intently, noting the sprouting black hairs peaking out, covering Ron soon from head to foot, then thickening into some beastly sort of pelt.
His muscular body now covered in a blackened hide began to remind me of something bovine, as his athletic muscles flared larger contrasting well from his black coat of bestial hair. His blackened body hair glistening in the light from lamps set about the living room; as it made Elaine swoon and moan.
He snorted, it sounded just like I remember a bull did once at the Nature Center.
Snorting expanded his nostrils, as they pressed outward and began to merge with his upper lip. At that moment, he closed his eyes, giving me to wonder if his sensation of pain had reached some intolerable level.
Ron being the owner of one exceptional body, now looked like something from a horror movie. If not for the fact of him going to his demise, I was quite erect with my own sensual fantasy, wishing for a moment to step forward and join Ron as maybe becoming another big black bull.
My own hands came to feeling the sweat on my nervous face. A passing thought of empathy, seeing Ron, his head growing larger, squared in a bovine way. His ears taking shape common to a bull, his ears flopping and moving, again another sign of his anxious anxiety, feeling his body becoming all the more quickly changing into that of a Bull.
A moan rolled out his mouth, eyes closed ever more tightly shut. His face and head looking like some large bovine, as a neck gained in mass giving to the need of supporting such a massive head.
Humorously Elaine remarked how Ron was changing so nicely, she asking her sisters of their intentions. The question poised was if Ron like Kyle should continue to keep his mental self, alive. In short order they all thought Ron worthy to keep his memory and the human ability to understand, wanting him to totally realize of what they had done to him. There verbal pondering got a rather supportive moan from Ron, suggesting to them and me, that he would prefer to keep his mental faculties.
Bovine shaped nostrils flared, hearing Elaine remark more about how he would remain able to think, knowing and realizing, learning to graze, sniff cow butts, and then mount and breed as would a bull.
Unlike me, Ron had never voiced any thought or fantasy about a desire to be anything other than his very athletic and handsome self. Even if I stood watching what was happening and becoming almost painfully erect from it, had the tables turned and that were me up there changing, well I think I would be rather enjoying my self!
Just then Ron gave a shivering wiggle to his upper lip, as it made him show his newly larger white bovine shaped teeth. He could not see it happened but probably felt his lip merge in with the nostrils of his broad nose. As he made chewing motions his mouth and nose conformed into a true bovine shaped muzzle.
I thought how seeing Ron changing and growing of muscle and mass, he reminded me of some monster in a werewolf movie. Ron jerked and twitched from one pain or maybe feeling enhanced in some sensual sort of way. On occasion he would moan or give a short scream. His worst agony occurred when feeling the tailbone jut out, growing link by link, moving out, and then hanging down and across his buttocks.
To this Ron seemed as if more horrified from the sensation, as being to him a reminder he was soon become permanently a brute beast, an animal, and be degraded in body function if not mind to that of a common bull.
He began to breathe in harshly; huffing and puffing as possibly the change was causing some effects to his lungs. This caused his blackened hide to become sweaty, as he twisted and wrenched his changing torso a literal foam coated his hairy body.
By that time his face was almost unable to show any expression, all he could do was groan when muscles cramped and joints snapped as they adjusted to the spell and desire of those Sisters.
The Sisters gave a rather sensual moan as all three sat on their couch watching a nice guy become a bestial brute. Their attention was captured seeing as his ribs began to barrel outward. The ribs made more space for the multi number of stomachs a bovine has, as too his bodily organs would likely grow much bigger on account his body weight might top a thousand pounds.
As the size and shape of his human torso became bovine like, the powerful spell went to work rebuilding a pelvis and the legs Ron would trod the earth upon all fours. Soon Ron had a stance lurched forward as his human legs hunched downward, feet lengthened, and a human heel became the mighty hock of a very bovine leg.
Ron shock first one foot and then the other, maybe feeling them grow from the human size thirteen to something so long he would never again need to wear shoes. Seemingly the changes that made his feet become bovine sent such odd feelings it made Ron become near frantic, or anxious the transformation would soon be over and done.
Even as his audience watched in amusement or as in my case I felt some longing to know his coming sensual delight, he jerked and twisted, stretching his legs as skin, hair, and brute muscle became part of him. Ron gave his first true and wholly bovine sounding bellow, as if feeling the need to try his bull voice.
So much of Ron had changed almost mechanically had he transformed, as transitioning his well formed human body stood adorned with sleek black fur, brandishing new stout muscles, increased bone structure, and a near unimaginable increase of physical mass.
He stood looking like some giant black monster as he continued for the present to stay balanced and standing upright. As he had grown in size, Ron stood taller, almost able to touch the Sisters living room ceiling.
I was ready to scream myself from one terrified scene, as minutes passed, watching Ron change into a Bull. Nervous and anxious, I could but stand there as my good friend stood jerking of cramps and pains. The sight of his toes all knurled into two separate lumps, as a tan ooze of horn coated and made them into large coven hoofs.
As bovine eyes rolled around in their sockets, they suggested an alert mind straining to cope with terrible realization it was not wishing to be a part of some beast and bull.
Teetering on the pedestal, Ron struggled to remain upright as if he were still a man. He moved his forelegs, trying to do with them as one would when trying to keep balanced while standing in some odd situation. His arms by this time had realigned, faced forward, more now like forelegs of his new bovine self.
I stood by the archway watching, my own feelings reaching out as a personal empathy for my friend, Ron. A hand in my pocket throttled an erection so massive; I can hardly dare to speak of it. The sight of what I was a witness equaled any movie picture I had ever seen. If one could see this happen to a friend or some person, the sensual sensation is beyond description.
Ron looked down with some caution, as he cocked his now massive head trying to ogle the changes he felt between those broad thighs. Another moan groaned out of his wide mouth, this seemed as coming from one enveloped of feeling the sensual impact. I think Ron could fully understand he was not any longer to be a man, changed so radically of species, as he began to act and think, accepting his change of fate.
The sisters roared with impetuous laughter, making comments of how he found his beastly self as enjoyable, if not just thrilling.
A sudden wave of sensation forced Ron to clutch his forelegs and now cloven hoofs tightly against a fur covered chest. His guts gurgled, making ugly sounds as three empty stomachs longed for food.
Again I watched as the sisters laughed, as Ron stepping slowly, moving and turning he danced about in a small circle. His cloven hoofs made a chattering sound, as he turned around on the wooden pedestal; this tickled Elaine as she pointed at Ron and laughed loudly.
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