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"Please, please, could we just talk, you and me, as I have many questions I would like to ask." I said, as Fatima slows her lavishing on me her kisses of gratitude.
"Your name is Fatima, my I address you, talk with you using that name?" I asked, trying to be nice, as well being polically correct toward a powerful female.
"Fatima is my name, my Master," she replied.
"Good, now as you said you were a Genie, do you own magical powers?" I did ask, wary of her, she being lovely in more than her obvious beauty, she acted juvenile, as if unaware of modern day social manners.
"Yes," Fatima answered, but how nonchalantly got me feel then as worried.
"Fatima, you said you thought I looked cute, what does that mean, is it a compliment or more?" I asked of her, as the more she was near me the more I felt sexually attracted to be close to her. Indeed, Fatima had a glow of desire she radiated. If not for my having a wife, tthis cute female Genie might well have become my betrothed.
Strangely, but Fatima had me thinking she was my ideal female form of a woman, the kind you would love to get to love, whether being with her, being, close, or joined at the hips.
"You are cute my Master, and from our being together, I, me your Fatima shall become for you as your idea of the perfect female you would love to make love with and to." Fatima said, as her words tended to astonish me, and let my imagination run wild from the past story plots I authored.
"I would wish to be your servant to, as you shall see me changing, becoming as your favorite, that ideal a feminine friend you would desire to be with all day and every night." Fatima said, and what she said had me worrying; because my ideal friendly female and lover was for years or writing stories an animal woman, or something worse!
It was just about then when Fatima stood there looking at me, her eyes staring into mine. As if she could place me in a trance, she had me feeling drawn to stare back at her that she said, "Master, my mind can read what you are thinking, and your wonderment about me, my powers, as your memories of female companions you wrote of would make of me to be as part animal, highly sexual, a nymphomaniac for you to fornicate with like do animals. I see you love to fantasize, having read and written hundreds of sexual/transformation stories you posted on something known as the Internet.
You had as used many pen names, but your primary name those horny readers knew you as was AdobeFats.
Oh but, oh master forgive me if I smile as what you have written about, the suggesting of what men or women should become, given full release from all social restrictions!
What you wish they were and you then to become; well it wants to make me smile. I feel some admiration for you from what you authored, having favored your stories along the path of transforming people into being animals, and doing so by the means magic or various weird proposed methods.
Is it your true wish to become for real as an animal? The real you becoming wholly a brute animal, as much a beast, but as you have written, of being a animal with still your human intellect. You would have need to retain the human mindset, if to appreciate what you feel as doing what male animals do to dominate their females.
If it would please you my Master, then specify which such an animal delights your fantasy and let me do for you what I have done for other Masters. A most of them had me change their enemies into beasts for reasons of revenge, but a few wished to fornicate with, as to play and do as would an animal living its day-to-day lifestyle." Fatima said, she verbally contemplating her desire to serve, as offer me what she saw I thought about often.
"Oh, oh Master, your thoughts, what you visualize as me to be, a woman and in part a cow Bison; this from a sexy artwork done by an artist known as "Something-wild!"
Fatima said, her words and tone coming like she felt discomfort and a personal dislike for becoming in part as a brute bison cow.
"I am sorry, but that artwork of an experiment gone wrong, what lefft a woman being in part a bison cow, and she acting as if wanting, willingly ready to let any male mate with her, the thought of such tickles my imagination!" I recall to have said.
"You can correct you bodily form in due time? You would not be stuck being my sex fantasy female? Magical powers works to your desires and not only one way, correct?" I asked of her, as she was becoming very furry, her chest bigger as her breasts grew larger, the nipples puckered, bloated to look like bison cow teats.
Fatima was changing, her body conforming to my fantasy and the artwork done so well, so real. Her near to nympho-sexual desires reacting on me to draw me closer, as stare at her furry sex. I eyed how she was becoming cowish, more animal than was the original inspiring artwork.
Fatima began reaching at me with her cow cloven hoof, three fingered hands, wishing to grab me, as drag my face toward her. It seemed she wanted me to suckle her bloated teats, to drink her cow milk!
"No, no now let us take this a little slower," I said, but Fatima grabbed me by the neck, her furry arm surrounding my head, she pulled me close, snug to her sexy body.
"Lust, bestial lust, I hate what you like for a woman my Master..., you won't suckle, then kneel and eat me out, tongue me, clean me, defile yourself as your mind has defamed me!" She said, as I struggled but found her animal self as strong.
Written by AdobeFats
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