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"Hello dear Sally, you are in fine form being a cow, and like all my cows in the herd, be assured, I shall not act brutal toward you, but as loving and appreciative as my bull bodily self can allow.
Since we, you and I having met Fatima, and agreed to her terms for our becoming as we are now, changed without knowing the true nature of her scheme.
I think of as how odd for me, as I have always been a careful man when wanting to join anything, never giving out my reasons for what I hoped or wished was of something possibly righteous to me, or acting giddy as foolishly.
Yet Fatima tapped my mind and looked deep into my darkest desires, as she found a youthful desire, where I wished to become as a Black Angus bull. I had seen daily from my school bus a small herd of Angus cows and a single black bull, they seemingly calm as content in their world.
Fatima came into my life and like I said, she taunted me with sensual and sexual delights as she told it, coaxed me to accept and become as you see me today.
As of this I did request, make a wish as to bring down upon me the full force of her powers, and for having foolishly wished for this situation to become as my life, I have become the bull in form, the jerk of a bad joke.
I expected much without understanding what being a herd sire bull animal meant, as lived a weathered brutal lifestyle. I thought it as easy to walk, stride into a corral and expect that those around me, the cow herd to act as considerate of my feelings and ambitions. I was as their new bull, me a all black bison, an oddity expect from my being as transformed by Fatima.
My fervent desire to be as a Black Angus bull she related to my being a bison, so she tweaked my change and made me as all black and not the usual dark brown furred bison bull. None-the-less, I revel in a sexual way, enjoying mundane pleasures of a enhanced male animal, with genitals equal to being a bull my scrotum, with a penis similar in length as is a stallion horse.
Even as the change from man to animal was only beginning, I was as a fool trusting and willing for Fatima to doom. Ah, she knows me as if I were one of the many animals she has though time created, gifting then a life made as captive by fences and barbed wires with electricity.
I pray she never learns of my true disdain for being a bull. As I occasionally boil with a sense of wrath for what she is and represents as a sham of promises. If I chose to be a beast among beasts it was my choice then to lead as a bull would.
I feel it even now the stiffening of tight muscle. I smell your building joy of self, a singular cow standing here, you willing to be around me while being one as the same with others like me.
Ever did you wonder of what difference is their when one looks at a herd? Can one from afar see who is the leader and who are the followers? Indeed, as black hide and hair doth cover me for the cruel life ahead, I have but kind feelings for those who would like to help me go this pathway through a doomed life.
Isn't it strange that one duped into becoming what she, Fatima has done, that we should someday stand joined together feeling joined for their own reasons of sexual wants!
To be feeling as if alone in a crowd, or herd is the most terrible thing!
A bull, an elite part with this herd, but being separate, as different as is male from being female but nothing more than sexually different our physical forms.
Animal rules be what rules are as we being Bison act as our own judge and jury with each step forward our beastly selves do tell us what was our greatest personal wrong. Indeed, and in fact, the herd cows all look basically like me, though brown their fur. You being a cow do not know of the rules which govern our bison style existence in this bovine realm.
I hear your erg feeling of pains having begun as the change has taken to disrupt your basic frame. The bones of what was partially changed are as I speak being strengthened, as must change more. It is deemed that we as us stand upon all fours, content to bow to the world around. Ah but I shall hold my Bison head up with pride, for what I stood for and did as do to this very day!
You too may be replaced by one younger, stronger, but filled with the passion to stand with such as me above and feel judged by those humans who are our peers. As our hands became now hooves, I stand able and willing to ready myself to graze as one should and must as a Bovine of the grasslands.
I would expect it normal to feel a shudder, as what little human in you Fatima left, is quickly covered by the flesh and fur of your bison cow self, being very similar of size to what I am us from now on and to the end of our Genie scheduled time.
Soon the word home will have little meaning as we roam with the herd from place to place, seeking true delights what none of us will ever truly find.
I hold no hate for Fatima in making me what I am, for it was me who chose so foolishly. We are of what we wished and evil magic made use of us, as we are to what we wished to be, I even I can not wish less for me, as being a bovine, a bison, and a bull sex machine, this is as low as it is to living of life.
Written by Adobefats
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