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"Rest, the new body feels as weary as does the mind. The barn bedding is not a posture perfect as was the bed in the bedroom of the house you did reside in to stay out of the weather.
...Ah..., this being a bull does offer a different style of comfort. No longer is there a need or the social necessity of having to get dressed and wear clothes. This new body has thicker skin and a dense fur coat what any fashion- minded woman would delight to own, as to wrap her shoulder to ward away the damp chill of night.
Yawn..., this new me is exactly like that lucky fellow the author Wolphin wrote about in the story so much liked, as read from his Website on the Internet. Must have read that story a hundred times, while stopping to think as savor the written words as how Wolphin described the mental changes of a young man learning to accept the reality of his body changing to become a bull, and there in Spain, he will run with his brother bulls.
Ah..., bulls, to become as is a strong and virile bull. To be black, to have black fur, a long bony furred tail, to have cow ears, and those Yam size big balls..., that is now me, and my greatest sex fantasy is just beginning. Yawn..., thanks so much dearest Genie..., YAWN..., snort, as now to nestle down on my bed of straw.
To dream, that dream, as if I too were in another country and gifted my delight, my dream of being an animal, as a bovine bull. I longed to have cloven hooves. The sensual joy of me having a tail to swing, swat at my furred big butt, and know if just from having a tail that I am an animal..., YAWN.
Like the hero in that wonderful story I too did try to toy with using my cloven fore-hoof and pick at the bedding straw. He, in his story could not then fathom mentally his physical changes. He did reel from the pain of a steel ring pierced through the bridge of his bullish nose. He realized just a bit as how much he had so changed, becoming then as an animal embodiment of a brute, if friendly still toward his partner, he too changed into being a herd-sire bull, YAWN.
This is what I wanted after all, me a furry farm animal at peace, without all the family and society morays what demands coherence to the damn rules of human existence. This is better, as being a bull, I rule, I am dominant, free at last, I am free at last..!"
"That is what you need do, is to sleep dear Fool, you foolish, foolish man, to think of given three wishes granted and from using two you degraded your body, your lifestyle, and future to being an enslaved beast, a living sex machine..., you damn fool!" The Sprite said, as she coaxed the yearling size Black Angus bull to let go of his reality and sleep, dream, and let his darkest part of his mind take to ruling the nights.
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