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The brain stirs and you know that everything about you seems terribly different.
I sense of horror abounds within your chest, as if from all that you can remember happened, what is and is you, is vastly different.
One yes casts a vary view around, and trying to use your two remaining stiff fingers, you toy with strands of straw that coat and cover the floor.
Breathing then alerts your to a sensation of increased vitality, a variance of massive new muscular strength, as if your body was renewed and stands perfectly healthy.
Eying cautiously around you discover your lying on your belly, with one arm and hand tucked up under your exceptionally hairy chest. The other arm seems limited in its ability and movement, as well those stiff fingers feel dull and near numb.
Casually you stir and feel your odd sense of bulk about this obviously change of self.
A bit of anxious anxiety stirs in your soul, as if something you should realize is awaiting your rational thought and with it, reality shall become something profound and undeniable.
A scramble of uncoordinated legs and arms brings you to stand on all fours. The passing idea of standing upright comes to you as a possibility, but is quickly renounced as foolishness.
Standing on all fours you find the manner as quite comfortable and let then your feelings and a vast amount of new and strange sensations invade your thoughts. As weird sensations become seemingly normal, the realization of a bony tail swishing and swaying, its movement stroking over sensual flesh that up until that moment in time you had but kept secluded between mounds of muscular flesh.
What prevailed of learned and moral manners seems ill favored by what you have since become. The need to release a full bladder allows the organ to drain, as the stench touches your nostrils and from this there is something which demands you should become aware!
Slowly the sensations build into undeniable facts, these becoming a mental realization that what was you is almost gone, and what is of you is now a brute Bovine Bull.
That which one remembered as white and some of what was black has blended, merging you to your very body and soul, making of you, your own new breed of being a herd sire bull!
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Written by Thomas Rustin
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