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Listening, wary, worried, he who had wished he should become as an Angus breed of one black bull, had from his years of bullish experience, seen a truth.
Myself, I would expect it normal to feel a shudder, as what little human mentality left in me, Fatima had quickly covered by the flesh and fur of lust-drive herd sire bull. Horny sexually, as often bored, and left to chewing my cud, the bovine mentality crowding in, depleting what was of the human mindset, urging the desire to become wholly as an ignorant beast. The thought as so a wish to become similar of size, form, and the male equal of my herd cows, but remaining yet male, what is a bull but a living machine made to inseminate, breed, mate, producing semen to continue the breed to its next generation.
Therefore, what am I from the now to the end of my Genie scheduled time when death feels like a friend?
Soon the word home will have little meaning as I roam with the herd from place to place, seeking my masculine delights, something a mostly ignorant bull shall ever truly find.
I hold no hate for Fatima from her making me what I am, for it was me who choose to wish so foolishly. Me, this brute animal is what I wished, desired to become, as changed of form, created by evil magic that made use of me. I stand or lie, being of what a teenager had many times wished to become, with a want to escape his demeaned human existence.
What then I, even now me can not wish for being of less or lower esteem, being a bovine, a bull, a living sex machine, this is as low as it is to living of life. As Heaven above has ceased to hear my cries for help and the deliverance from what I became, as to rise again and be a human, a personage of real worth, able to be more than a breeder animal.
To die during sleep would be for a bull the best way to meet death, no matter to what fated doom came then next. Realization of what cattle usually meets death holds such a realized sense of horror as murdered, a still rational mind feels then horrid fear.!
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