|“Brothers, in the Flesh”
By AdobeFats(Revised chapters 09-08 and 09-10)
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Tim and Todd liked to hike as do I as we met
for walking a certain forest trail in up state New York. Our meeting
was not by happenstance, but a set appointment, a mutual friend by
the name of Brett had gone to jog the 14 mile long trail, and just
disappeared. The local authorities impounded Brett’s vehicle, but
the search offered no reason for his vanishing. Tim and Todd being
the original inquisitive pair joined with me and my trusty camera,
we wanted to do our search for any clues. As in times past when
hiking the other winding trails there seemed something odd about
western boundary trail, and the privately owned property directly
They had that passion to always see over the far hill, for each of
us what happened shortly thereafter, became most strange!
Myself, I fancy as an artist using a camera to take pictures rather
than painting them on canvas. So, as I clicked my camera shutter, we
three walked the winding trail. My two friends talked just like
brothers, both of the same flesh, but that was where the similarity
Todd was the adventurer, trying most anything as the thought of
danger meant nothing to him.
Tim was far more cautious than was his brother, seeing the danger
and planning for what might come; and not flying by the seat of his
pants. In my eyes Tim was the courageous type, a leader, but
reserved in his actions.
Late in the afternoon, with the sun granting all around us a growing
reddish glow only added with our feeling tired, it was Todd who
suggest as the most direct route back to where we had parked our
cars, led us into a forest glade. This was part of our continued
reasons of walking the trail, the many times we heard screams or
cries for help and then only silence. This part of the trail met
with the thin three strands of barbed wire fence, and it on occasion
changed to a short height of common cattle fencing, either being
something of ease to jump.
So then our mutual trek took us to us up to a fenced boundary, it
not marked as with any “No trespassing,” signs, as well not the hog
tight, bull strong and maybe pony high proper fence for a farm with
As we conversed whether to jump it and continue on walking in the
direction my compass suggested would bring us to the town of
Kingsbury, or to take the longer way around. Foolishly as for some
of us, Todd and I found agreement and with tired feet from walking,
we decided to leap the fence and take a shortcut.
Tim stood off he hesitant as Todd jumped over the fence first,
landing easily on two feet and stepping along quickly to the nearby
ridge that overlooked the plush green valley below.
Tim readied to leap next as I stood there preparing to take a
picture of the expected fateful jump. As Tim stood with both hands
atop a wooden fencepost, Todd, already standing upon the far side
suddenly moaned as if in some horrible agonizing pain. We saw him as
he crumpling into a lump, reeling and falling backwards into
sprawling upon the grass.
Tim gave me a questioning look, and then with the strength and
urgency of that moment of need, he too jumped up and clearing the
short fence, did dash to the aid of his older brother. He took but
several striding steps before he too groaned in pain, falling to his
knees, and turned to look my way, his eyes and facial expression was
enough as if to warn me from following him into some situation made
painful and strange.
Dumbfounded at what to do next, I stood my place on the outside of
the fence, and looking at the brothers lie next to the other, they
began to appear different. Different in an odd way, as their lightly
suntanned coloring of skin began to darken, changing miraculously
like, becoming then as some deep purplish black color.
I called to them, pleading that they respond, but I received not an
answer or even a simple groan.
Scared for them and enough apprehension to remain where I was, I
searched for my cell phone, only to see it had not one bar worth of
Anxious for the two new friends I paced to, and fro, trampling down
a twenty-foot long pathway of dried grasses.
Todd groaned first, he moved then slowly, wiggling himself closer to
the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley below. His face
appeared swollen, it looked as if coated over with a dappled tan
tone of hairs, and what I could only say looked like the growing of
The seeing this growth of hair on his head, neck, and elsewhere did
cause in me feelings of even a higher level of anxiety and fear.
“Todd,” I called to him but he just continued to weasel his body
ever closer to falling over the edge of that sharp cliff.
Tim replied though with a moan, he lifting his head and turning to
eye my direction, he allowed me to take note, as how by then his
face resembled that more as of a pony. As from his then changed face
with broadened nostrils, to pony like ears peaking the top of his
then elongated head, he, as did then Tim slurring his words cried
out, he suggested to me that they were cursed, spellbound, and
becoming different, he too seeing as feeling how they looked
I lost all track of time, it passing as did the very form and bodies
of the two brothers, both remaining similar of flesh, if but then
changing more to become equine of species. I could say much more,
detailing how their clothing disintegrated, and wearing thinner by
the minute, shredding, as would badly worn cloth, and becoming as a
gray powder upon the dry ground.
Todd was first to clamored at the gaining of his footing, he coming
to stand upon all fours, he had then four legs, solid hoofs, and
became to all outward appearance a matured, burly, Mountain type of
He stood for just a short while as if getting his mental bearings,
then stretched out his body in a long and lean manner; maybe testing
his joints and the massive new strength of his very stout pony body.
Minutes later the slightly smaller Tim repeated the same process, as
had his older then a pony brother. Both stood as if nearly identical
ponies, the same colorings, and only slightly different of size.
Then from the far side of the hill we all heard a terse cackling
laugh, it sounding quite disgusting to me personally. The laugh came
from an elderly woman who had come climbing up the far side of that
steep hill. She crested the hill, pointing a crooked arthritic
finger at Tim and Todd, laughing with a blood chilling and menacing
tone, as if filled with glee over the transformed brothers, and
their captivated predicament.
“The young and brash dare to trespass on my land,” she said
with that gravelly voice, as then she saw yours truly standing still
on the hiking trail side of her fence. To me she said then, ”Dare
you to leap the fence and join them shall you, lose everything you
are as have, short of your memories!” She then turning to eye
her two new stallions, and with her kinky finger she pointed at the
two completely changed brothers. As if by so doing she were adding
something to their damnation, cursing the two of them to want for
their remaining permanently as ponies.
I half thought to make and arguing in their behalf of my two
friends, but considering of what I was a witness, the thought of her
magical power leaping the fence line and doing something as bestial
to me, seemed likely, if not completely probable.
The elderly woman walked between her two newest pieces of property,
pulling from her apron pockets a crude halter made of slivery
colored thick string. She placed one first upon Todd and then over
the head and face of Tim. The addition of these halters tended to
change away their acting as if scared in demeanor, as if being then
as pony animals was quite the norm.
Todd to my right, and Tim standing to his left, as both stood
motionless, like a person thinking about something all consuming. It
was how Tim stood there poised, he acting then as from his drastic
changing he gained a wealth of new sensations. He like his older
brother felt their being as each a pony and stallion, to be as in
their thoughts quite enjoyable, likely invigorating, reacting to
this as would a stallion they both aroused, let hang each an
exceptional large erection.
The setting sun turning everything reddish orange, held just enough
light, and I lifted my camera to take a photo of that moment in
time. I decided to forgo including that evil witch of a woman in the
photo. I took the picture, saving for others to see what happened to
Todd and his younger but slightly smaller brother, he looking at me
while standing there in the foreground. The slight clicks coming
from the camera shutter action bade the old woman to eye at me and
give a slight grin.
Framed nicely was a sundown picture, as red rays adding an erotic
charm of the two held spellbound, transformed, as then both brothers
were horny as happy pony stallions.
A very high-pitched whinny broke the thick cloud of anxiety and
apprehension of all there that stood being as male. One pretty
slenderer form of a young mare topped the hillside, and stood up
wind from the two brothers, they already aroused by her scent. I
watched as Todd the larger and closer to the mare became horny, and
beating his erection on a furry belly made a friendly fellow into a
brooding stallion stud.
Tim turned his face toward the camera and gave me an odd sort of
complacent look, his eyes barely visible through the long locks of
mane hairy hanging off the crest of his pony shaped head. He oddly
quiet and acting as if his complete transformation left him
accepting it, comfortable to stand naked on all fours and behave too
as might a immoral male animal.
His reaction matched that of his older brother, both became rather
painfully aroused from the scent of the mare. Each then sporting
such size of erections, and seemingly ready, if not willing to give
up everything they were, and to be as pony animals; they the
property of that old witch of a woman.
One pair of eyes met mine and with our visual bit of
communication over in a flash, I thought it best to exit the area.
Turning, I began what was a wild flying run to hide inside and
between hedges of Juniper trees. Puffing my every breath and scared
half out of my mind, I lay there anxious for my two friends, but
helpless to save them from their beastly predicament.
When the eyes of that elderly woman took to staring into mine I felt
as if she were reaching into my mind, wandering about inside my
thoughts, and from what she found there, she deemed me safe to
release and let go. Whether she did it or not, my head actually hurt
to each temple, and with my heavy breathing an ongoing reaction to
the fear I felt, my heart thumped and goose pimples popped.
Helpless, I watched as the woman coaxed Tim and Todd to walk beside
her, as a pretty and young looking mare joined their throng.
Todd seemed to take a continued interest with the mare, sniffing at
her, rolling his upper lip high as if straining to gulp the rank and
different scent she offered his changed mind. I watched as he stood
boldly defying the old woman and her trying to tug him along. He
seemed completely enthralled with the mare, reaching his head out to
its furthest length, sniffing at her rump.
That mare seemed just as thrilled with Todd as he did for her. She
turned and offered him a clear eye of her posterior, swishing her
tail as she held it high set, and slightly to one side of her
A few hard tugs at the rope on his halter attached over his head,
and Todd revolted! He lashing at the rein, and with his newly formed
and excellently sharp incisor teeth, he bit the rein, parting it and
the hold the old woman had over his lusty desires.
The foursome stood just below the rim of that high hill, but even
from my vantage point and view, it was understandably easy to note
what happened when Todd stood almost upright.
He stood there and gave a twisting gaze toward his younger brother,
he then also a stallion pony, and with a screaming whinny of
indifference to what he became. I watched in horror as he began to
make moves that suggested the mare and he were in the act of mating.
A shrill whinny came from Tim as the old woman tugged him off to the
corral and or barn; leaving Todd to his then chosen style of life.
I having seen and as well heard more than enough, I got up and
nearly ran the many miles back to the car. I sat inside the vehicle,
somewhat surprised that this overly plump individual just ran that
distance, something he could never have run if not fearful that
Satan was close to his heels.
Slowly my sense of the chase availed me to calm down, but that same
sharp ache remained to tweak my memories of witnessing the
transformation of two friends into avid beasts. As I started the
engine and slipped the shift to drive mode, I sighed, wondering of
when I returned home, as how can one explain leaving two friends, as
The three of us had driven a fair distance up into the highlands and
it would take me a good five hours to do the return drive to home.
As I drove the vivid memory of standing on one side of that cursed
fence and watching as two good friends changed, seemingly somewhat
painfully too, but in the matter of just minutes they both were
transformed into being as if born ponies. This constant repeating
visual memory kept repeating time after time, until finally I turned
into a rest stop area and thought to use the facilities.
I remember opening the car door and as one foot touched the
pavement, the vague scent of cows enveloped about me. With sudden
intent leap to my feet and turning around I eyed the parking lot but
not a sign or nary a sight of any cows. Nowhere was there even a
truck full of cows, or even a pasture with cows grazing, but I
sniffed an undeniable smell that fully reminded me of cows.
Tired and feeling the personal urge to relieve an overly full
bladder, I began to walk toward the restroom marked “Men.” About
half the distance to that open door to what usually had its own vile
stench; I felt a grumbling sensation down in my guts, as if famished
A soft sounding and comforting female voice brought me back from the
insanity that suddenly had overwhelmed my every sense. She talked to
me, asking me if I could speak, touching the top of my head as she
used her nimble fingers and did playfully squiggle them through my
thick tuff of hair. The feeling of her hand as she toyed with the
strands of hair on my head seemed to annoy me some. Yet, from the
tone and her speech, she spoke as if concerned about my wellbeing,
but as well alluring in some strange way.
I tried to ignore her, since I already in the last twenty-four hours
had seen what an evil woman could do to nice men. Her temping at me
worked its way to where she touched me with what I felt was very
inappropriate. Feeling her warm and soft hand take a firm grip to my
maleness, I jerked my head toward her, lowering my nose to near the
ground and snorting angrily, I pawed the earth to show my
“You do not understand do you?’ she asked of me, and her tone
of voice held no fear, but just an outright note of true concern.
My anger subsided, replaced then with a horrid sense of not knowing
something that seemed greatly wrong. I stood for a long moment,
trying to think and remember, but my quick thinking mind seemed
clouded, foggy, and unsure as what I should realize.
I honestly did not have the slightest inkling of what happened, but
with seeing this friendly and smiling face of a pretty woman taking
some interest in me, I tried to reply with a simple, “Huh!”
That simple huh resounded out my mouth with the most mind-boggling,
understanding that anyone could or might ever know in their entire
life. Instead of a human note of wonder and surprise, I let out a
low toned and deep base sound of a placid Moo.
Needless-to-say, I stood there stunned, somewhat horrified, and
decidedly wondering why I said, what I said.
Just then, the young woman stood directly in front of me, me with
likely surprised looking face. She took her two hands and cupped
them together, making a support underneath my funny feeling chin.
Looking me directly in the face and with eyes meeting eyes, she
spoke, her words stunning me, I became dumbfounded.
“Did you know and or feel as from what I can see standing here is
one handsome looking Minotaur, you seemingly as one feeling carefree
and wanting to begin learning to graze here at this rest stop? More
so, you are as that Minotaur, and to me such as you is for me my
great longing to befriend, and have even as a lover,” she said,
telling me of me, and as much making an offer a man or Minotaur
would be stupid to refuse.
Stunned, I looked at her with obvious surprise, suddenly
realizing that my entire demeanor and form had changed drastically.
I felt foolish, my mouth having the remnants of foraging upon the
grass, as would some grazing animal, and from what I felt and she
had said I was an animal!
Wide big eyes stared at her, my lower lip began to quiver, as a
realization swelled within me, the horror of what I was witness to
that afternoon coming to apply some curse then over me.
She slowly changed her facial expression, as a friendly like smile
and with her cupping those soft petite hands under my then bovine
shaped chin, I felt suddenly at ease with being near her. “Not
many Minotaur beasts living anywhere near here, you surprised me,
but it seems obvious that you are not some bloodthirsty and furious
beast! In essence you appear quite tame, possibly even surprised at
what you are, as if this beastly form of yours is something new to
you, is it new to you?” she asked of me, I as not then on all
fours, my mouth still slowly munching the last clod of grass chewed
off the ground.
Unable to speak anything humanly intelligible at that moment in
time, I instead, shook my head to signify agreement, as in fact when
I came to the rest stop I felt quite normal.
“You looked to me at first like one of those furry lovers that
occasion this rest stop from time to time. I saw you on all fours
and trying to forage as if a real bovine, but your form and actions
suggested to me of something out of character. Oh not that I am some
easy mark looking for a wild romp, but once I came closer to you
there was this strange alluring sensation.” She saying to me of
her kindly feelings, considerate and loving, as if my strange
looking self had powers I did not know or could realize.
Slowly I began to try to stand more upright; my hands looked to me
as partially changed, as then cloven hoofs but having a completely
human shaped thumb. I took note of this first as I remembered my
move from standing literally on all fours, to pushing my bulk body
into a crouching position and then standing erect.
I gave a hearty surprised snort out my broad nostrils; the sudden
sensation of my changed form welled up and gave me the feeling of
being some sort of exceptionally muscular beastly thing. Hands
partially changed to being as if bovine, my arms still human but
coated in a thick black pelt of soft fur. I began to admire my bulk
and in a hunched stance, my thighs blazed of muscle mass, knees near
buried in changed thighs, as the heel of my human foot became as a
hock. Extended out to a thick boned foot was a massive cloven hoof,
enough to support the bulk mass of this, my bestial form.
Tucking my then massive bovine head to touch a fuzzy chin to the
thicker and soft black hair the adorned then my flared chest, I
peering down saw what felt rather revealing. Bovine like form that I
had then become, my body was indeed naked, open for all to see, and
there protruded a bullish sheath and below it, low hung big…, balls
held loose in a fuzz coated sack. A pair of balls better belonging
to a bovine bull than would be useful or even practical as a body
part on a human being. They hung there, would sway with any
movement, most definitely part of me, and just seeing them made me
take a deep breath.
“You are new at this my friend, I wondered when I first saw you,
and since coming closer is when I saw your clothing all neatly
folded and placed under a honeysuckle bush. Seeing the clothing and
knowing that a honeysuckle bush has connotations of witchcraft; I
would imagine you met Auntie May and or, had some dealings with her
today.” Said the young woman, she wearing a face then without
much expression, either concern, or glee.
I felt a bit of embarrassment, me naked as even being rather
animalistic, but thinking of learned morals taught to me over my
younger years by a mother quite prim and very proper. She could tell
I felt some embarrassment I had no idea, but she had a smirk and
said, ”Feeling a bit revealing right now I bet, well forget it,
you are not the first I found lounging about this place or several
others. You met my Aunt May; she is a witch and one mean, tough, old
bitch of a witch! Why a few years back she caught me watching her
and how she would finger play with one of her victims. I felt her
anger for a month, and made me wear fall clothing to cover myself
during the forth of July festival and county fair.”
Hearing her tell of similar personal exploits to my own, I cocked my
head to give one halfway focused eye a glaring stare in her
“Believe it my friend; I sported eight teats upon my chest and
abdomen for that month. She graced me as well to get bristles
growing from chest down and through as well my privates, thickening
there to make me itch and need to scratch. I grew a piggy tail and
had pangs to enter a sty, but I weathered her storm and from not
adding to her temptations, I stand now immune from her devious
ways!” She said as if stated with pride for having whether the
worst and come through to be her human self.
I hearing her express a mutual understanding bade me remember to
stand upright, finding my regular six foot seven inch height had
increased due to then standing on the hind legs and extended feet
with human toes as then big thick cloven hooves. My guess would be I
stood closer to eight feet tall, dwarfing the nice young woman.
Upon my coming to stand in a more upright stance, everything that
was of the bovine nature then stood out bolder than before. In an
instant of standing up my thought of being then naked before this
nice and concerned young woman felt confounded by my feeling the
oddity of wearing a male organ protruding from my belly. Bad as it
was to see, oh the feel, and have big bovine bull balls, I then
tried in vain to cover my exposed bullish sheath and that which
began to peak into the late night streetlight glow.
Seeing my feeling so awkward and more than revealing, the young
woman stepped very close to me. She tilted her head far back and
gazed up into my dark orbs. A comforting smile eased my sense of
humiliation, and what she did next caused me more than to feel
stunned. As I said, she stepped close to me, actually snuggling her
nice looking body tight to my bovine bulk. Her kindly smile eased my
general sense of apprehension, only changes my entire attitude when
her nimble female fingers went to tweak and tickle at the long hairs
gracing the opened end to what was my very bovine size of sheath.
Finding her action a bit too forward even with me being then a
mostly a bull, I stepped back and with those cloven hands as they
were, I brushed at my sheath, desperate to calm and quell the
feelings of a male arousal.
“Good, I was just testing you to see just how much of your human
morality remained, as with some that Auntie May did with her magical
powers; she changed them of form, but as well erasing their morals,”
said the young woman, her name still at that moment unknown to me!
Motioning for me to come with her, she stopped and pointed to my
nicely folded clothing set under that bush at some point during my
“Please, you must retrieve your own clothing if you wish to ever
regain your humanity. Be sure to keep them folded neatly, as this is
a positive aid for returning you to being human. Now then come with
me, you can ride in the back of my van to where I live. Once we
arrive there, I want you to exit the van and go quickly into my
small barn behind the house.” She made mention of how I should
act and do as if more forceful if not urgent that I obey her wishes
to the letter.
Once we arrived at her small and very rural home, I did as asked and
moved quickly and direct from van to her small barn. As the door to
the barn opened I stopped just inside and listened to the din of
muttering noises coming from about five animals housed in that barn.
“Inside, and be quick about it, Auntie May has spies with eyes
watching me and others who know of what and who she really is, so
beware!” said the young woman, as she gave me a hard shove of
her boot to my lower back.
Falling in and to all fours, as at a kneeling position I turned and
cocking my head eyed her with a bit of disgust as how she had booted
me in my backside.
“Huh, you thinking of me with mean thoughts, the coming here you
can begin to see why I was expecting someone like you to come
along.” She said, her voice having urgency and as well, some
sense of anger.
I got up slowly and still feeling quite awkward walking on strange
legs and cloven hoofs that made me feel out of balance, stood there
with wonder as to what next? She walked around the barn, opening
harshly of two barn doors, did stand in the moonlight, and pointing,
there standing like some statue in the corral stood the full bovine
idol of what I might become!
“Wham slam,” that the sound of the barn doors behind where I stood
She being there but not alone.“See here this fellow has the name
of Brett! I discovered him as well at the rest stop too, but he had
lost much of his human morality, and later mated with several cows.
Since that fated mating his mind and memories began to fade, he
knows people and remembering them as either fried or foe, which is
about the limit to his state of intelligence. The act of mating
causes confirmation of a complete transition from male human to
being a content bovine, in his case a Red Angus bull. To be assured,
the spell of Auntie May is a potent one, making of every animal a
champion breeder; whether male or even female.” She saying, her
word as close to telling my fortune, me being just another like was
The intruding idea of me wanting to become like was Brett, maybe too
as ignorant as he, he standing so still and stiff, reminding me of
pictures that made mention of cows being similar at times to
statues. I shook my bulky heavy head, trying to free myself of some
pestering bugs; but it was the way my mind and thoughts were
changing that I thought as pesky and a worsening aggravation.
This friendly young woman stood quite close to my left side, I could
feel her body heat and she wafted a scent, this bade me to think of
her in basic bovine terms, as if little more than just being female.
My character as well outside what was the normal mannerly ways when
in the company of a woman, I craned my huge head lower, sniffing at
the top of her head, and burst forth with a sullen deep moan of a
Quickly she responded to my manner of interest, as with her hand she
pushed herself off and away from my flanks. A couple of fast steps
to one side and she looked up at me, said, “Tina, Tina Pratchett,
that is my name, and forget how I tested you, I am not an easy mark,
nor do I play with those I am trying to piece into back their
humanity. If you give in to the strange pressures of being a lust
loving bovine bull, then my Auntie May will have for herself a fine
figure of one healthy, long life expectancy of a Shorthorn breed of
Reminded of my present state and as much making this new me look out
at the bull still standing calmly by and ignorant as a stone, I let
my posture slump, as if to say I was sorry.
“I do want to help you, as I have helped others. Some though,
like Brett, or…” Tina turned again to face back inside that
small barn, “Some as back in the last stall over there,” she
pointing to my far right, “Back there is Justin, he found his
change as if a true calling and did his utmost to remain then as a
Welsh Mountain type of pony, being a stallion and one fine sire. He
never even tried his mighty shaft on a mare, but once he discovered
the ease of lifestyle being a pony rather than a hectic existence in
the world of corporate business, he mentally chose to remain as a
Tina walked to the head of the aisle that separated stalls on both
right and left. She called to Justin, asking him if he had all he
needed, and got a response as a loud and happy sounding whinny.
She then pointed to another pony standing near to Justin, “This
one is a mare, I let Justin mate with her and she carries now his
foal. Carrion was and is yet her name; she went to Auntie May
selling magazines to continue her college education. Her bold
manners won her the donning of a black patent leather bridle with
silver coins attached. The result changed her and with being so
different, she found peace and contentment she never knew as a
female human. Like Justin, she too ran from Auntie when the changes
began and found her way into my welcoming little barn.”
Tina stepped closer to Carrion, patting her on a hairy rounded rump
as the pony mare made a soft whinny.
“Over there stands Baron, hi Baron,” she said, and in
speaking his name with some sense of affection, pointing out a side
door where outside the barn stood a large horse, he facing his
I stepped into the aisle and with my exceptionally tall stance
peered over the plank wall and down at her friend Baron.
“Baron, his real name being originally George, came to this
country as a foreign exchange student hiking across America as he
would do in Europe, there he would stay at night in friendly
hostels. His travels brought him to see our county fair and while
there, he met or approached by either Auntie or her man she keeps as
a wrangler working at her farm.
Something went wrong and Baron, as according to a disgusted Auntie
May telling me, leaving him not as one handsome mount she might sell
to some regional horseback riding stable, instead, he became
Schleswiger breed of a strong draft horse, he beginning his new self
by becoming likened to a six month old colt. He grew and matured
quickly, and if he stood up his height would be quite close to
yours,” she meaning me, as standing attentive to our
conversation, George or Baron represented his new self one excellent
specimen of a draft horse.
“Brashly foolish, dear Auntie May had him gelded soon after
realizing what he would grow to be, and being now without any link
to his heritage, he understands that American is now his home.”
Tina said, she offering George some soft sounding tone in her voice
as if wanting to apologize for what happened to him.
One ragged bray echoed the valley glen, as form outside in a small
pasture across from George stood; a nervous acting dark brown
colored donkey stood surrounded by his growing herd.
“Shush Martin; you will get everybody in here all excited! You
are here because of your use of that virile male dexterity. I told
you to remain celibate of three days and the spell Auntie used would
fade and let you return to your evil life.” Tina turned her head
to give an eye in my direction, saying then, “Take note, three
days of living without using your tool and the spell will begin to
fade. Martin did as have others and Brett, he being the more foolish
yet! Martin felt the urge and found for his delights two female
students walking the rural roads. He displayed himself to them, and
they felt that funny vale of arousal that emanates from a changed
person. Soon after they met, he had the two of them engrossed in
such wicked a display of bestiality; the orgy only helped to spread
the spell, binding two unsuspecting young women to join him in his
life of donkey debauchery.”
Martin, I took note had a much larger stall, larger even than the
one which held George. My wonderment became short lived as from
lying near their stud, two smaller donkey jennets, as they scrambled
to stand up and be one each at his sides.
“Caution, be wary of these three as from their playful
debauchery, the spell found new strength. They are all three quite
infectious, this is why even Auntie May, has reason to fear Martin,
and if he got away or his consorts did, the lovely river valley
would become over-run by the braying changed people.
It might come to it, me having them put down, as their life revolves
around constant orgies. The two jennets cannot stop their lust for
want of feeling Martin, and he being as such a youthful stud jack,
finds the sensual thrill continuously invigorating. I would imagine
the Demons planed their situation and by dark powers worked well,
their evil take comforts from human and beastly weakness when all
else comes down to things dealing with intercourse, sex, and living
in vile ways.
Even from quoting the Bible, the book of Genesis makes note of
animals to multiply; so then this aids such spells and the Demons,
their powers and plans to turn mankind away from truth, and
I stood there listening, looking and paying what I thought was a
close attention to every word spoken, but nary did I consider what
this woman might do. She offered me a place of sanctuary where being
as a Minotaur I could hide away from peeping eyes and remain as I
was without any further degrading of body and mind.
This her offer I quickly accepted and she talked while motioned for
me to plod over and take my place, me in a heavily barred bull
strong, hog tight, and horse high stall. Once I had stepped inside
the stall, she swung the iron bar door shut with a slam, the banging
noise scaring me half to death.
Folding my muscular legs to allow a seated position, I tried to
relax in the thick straw covering the concrete floor. Pacified from
a sense of friendship by this young woman, I let down my guarded
attitude. Given to some signs of that time, the only sound one might
hear came from the three donkeys stirring about their box stall,
Martin the Jack was likely doing his utmost to keep two horny
jennets at bay and satisfied.
After that the woman came and delivered to each individual in his or
her stall a bucket of grain, some hay or silage, and a large bucket
of water to quench a mighty thirst that comes from foraging on
things bone dry.
Soon enough I had my belly full and mind at ease to lie down,
snuggling in the sweet smelling straw and drifted away into a
well-needed time of slumber. In the dark dim light of a mercury
vapor security light, doing its beaming a golden-yellow ray of light
in to the barn through some few windows, I awoke form hearing the
footsteps of a person moving with great care and caution.
Playing as a Possum, I laid there acting as if soundly sleeping and
made not a move and nary a sound except to snort with exhaling a
bated breath. Her soft voice called then to me, telling me to awaken
and sit up. Me knowing only of her by the way she acted out of
concern for my safety and wellbeing, I expected nothing of what
happened so quickly.
Lifting myself up on heft muscular arms and elbows, and turning my
massive bovine shaped head toward where she stood, I sniffed of her
perfume and felt a sudden inkling of want and passion.
Bravely she knelt before me and in the dim light, my eyes beheld her
bare chest, and this made of me as one stimulated, becoming
distracted as from out of the darkness a blistering sharp pain
enveloped my nose.
A snap, and then a click and my nose burned with a sharp pain.
I leaped to a standing position, my nose hurt and the bulk of my
body slamming the woman, tossing her bodily from my stall, she
landing with a heavy thud in the cobblestone aisle.
Bellowing my sudden disgust, pain, and dislike for this woman and of
what she had done to me, I stepped toward her only to have her slam
that iron bar door against my sore nose adding more anguish to an
pained face. Cloven fists took hold of the iron bars of the door and
shook it with the might and callous distrust, I then being as one
The others all then awoke and jumping to stand, they did voice their
seemingly questioning of her actions and motive. I questioned her
motive as the action of what she did caused much pain, and in my way
of thinking did label me as if I were just another bull like Brett.
She told me it was necessary, as when my changes did continue her
only manner of control with such a brute bull was by the aid of a
halter, heavy chain rope, and my new nose ring. Hearing the why of
what she did, offered me little satisfaction for the pain in my
nose, or the sense of dishonor I felt after baring such stile of
treatment deemed me as if already like a brute beast; even before I
might become as a true bull.
My heavy breathing slowed and she saw how I calmed down and returned
to where I sat when she came for her visit. She opened the iron bar
door and as I sat up alert and with a half bovine thinking mind did
wonder; she knelt before me, pressing her body to mine, chest to
breasts, her hands smoothed through the thick hairs of my upper
arms, and cooing to me as if a Morning Dove, she quelled a monster
My mind filled with thoughts both bestial and brutal, being bovine
in part and still enough left of the man, offered me a thrill for
her to come and frolic in this way. What she told me of Martin and
his two nymphomaniac jennets became so similar as she and I did
cuddle, hugging, and she opened her heart to one barely able of
pretending he was anything yet as a man. Toying fingers coaxed from
my hearty big sheath the stoutest erection I had known to date. It
protruded slightly at first, its pretty pinkness peaked out with
only the slightest form of a head.
She fondled me, working her soft hands along my lengthening shaft,
beckoning what might come, as did we mingle with passion and desire
one for the other; as enjoyment of companions continued until the
break of day.
Come the morning and feeding time I stood grasping the iron bar door
with those much cloven shaped hands, my muzzle and nose ring stuck
out past the iron bars. I stood there snorting and sniffing with an
anxious anxiety, in hope to capture the scent of my woman or just a
whiff of her perfume.
All there she serviced first their nutritional needs, but when she
came to me her attitude seemed harsh and indifferent. Sniffing and
snorting with an obvious anxiousness about me from the long night of
frolic and hard play, I wanted in some cordial manner to thank her.
Cordiality comes in bovine bull terms with a peaked and protruding
of a lusty shaft, maybe not quite what she had in mind as a proper
way of showing her my thanks.
She said nothing, but tossed into my stall a quarter bale of fresh
hay and taking a watering hose, she filled my water bucket with cool
Urgently anxious for her to speak and say something, I snorted out
my bovine nostrils, and from the short time of slumber after we made
love, I blasted forth a glob of snot, it smacking her across her
A gloved hand wiped it off, tossing the glob of yellow and greenish
yuck back at me and splattering the stuff on my thick bone of a
Grumbling at me, she then spoke but harshly, prophesying to me that
from my manners and actions through the night I would make a better
bull, rather than any likelihood that I would ever be able to return
to being again a man.
She stomped away and out of the barn as those there who had by the
passing of time and their own passions, then found life as an animal
something enthralling and delightful; they seemed to laugh at me!
Unsure of my own self and what I felt was the right path set before
me; I peered out the steel bar crisscrossed window at Brett, he
standing there in the grassy pasture just below my window. As he
stood there enjoying his breakfast with a precariously a bullish
My longing passion turned to anger after some time of thought and
near irrational rationalization of what I meant to that woman, and
as well her intentions for someone like me. Pacing about inside my
stall, my feelings of it as being more like some jail cell with
every passing minute.
I breathed deeply, and in a fine Irish temper stomped on cloven
hoofs, high stepping in circles as I worked a strained mind to
think, reason, and find the answers to my many questions. An uneasy
Minotaur makes for one anxious group of animals inside that barn.
My heavy breathing soon changed to much snorting, becoming of my own
thinking as if gruff and near ready to scream out my rage and sense
In hindsight, everything I did then was like a common bull, acting
out of insult for some other creature entering his space and causing
him some bother. The result of my long time of mental rage only
added bulk and massive strength to arms, legs, and a bestial torso.
I slapped my bony tail across broadening thighs, it made slapping
sounds, and they tickled my ears and the hairy hide of growing
Reasoning and rational thinking gave way to bovine thoughts of male
domination, of keeping my herd close, and this woman required
reminding that she too was then part of MY herd! The more enraged I
became the less I thought and wanted to reason as would a man. Lust
and a personal desire for male dominance brought me to the brink of
giving my all to living as did Brett, and me soon then becoming
completely as an animal, beast, and one virile big bull.
The raw feelings began, they enticed me to think and want for being
more like a bull. Part of what was still me tried to say “NO,” but
the urges and sensations from what it feels like to be naked and
covered in hide and fur as is a Minotaur, makes one feel freer.
Odd, the sheer lack of wearing clothing tend to lead a person to
like and or want to be more like the animals. Nudists, I remember
some of movies and other such derogatory comments about those who
for some reason chose on weekends and vacations to venture to a
private place or park and wear nothing!
Although, one look at me as anyone would admit, I was way beyond
what it is to be as a Nudist. They do not have bestial skin, and it
covered with a thick fur for moderating warmth for in or outside my
body. Uncommonly none of such humans had a head becoming so bovine
that I find it necessary to use my thick lips and graze at food set
before me. My ears protrude horizontally from the sides of my head,
hung there mobile and movable. Then too, are my eyes, as what and
how I can still see colors and have a focusing ability; my eyes have
not solidified into remaining focused as if a nearsighted bovine.
Nary, would I say that any human has fingers partially changed to be
as bovine cloven hoofs. I have yet a thumb but it barely is of any
help in grasping things when used with my hoofs.
My legs have shifted, changing my stance to a hunched angle when I
try to stand upright, as would a man. Hunched in this way puts my
balance off kilter, my bony tail then hangs to touch the ground and
it too feels uncomfortable when I stand as might a man.
Cloven toes now then as my soon to be hind pair of hoofs works well
to support me and grant excellent footing. I still feel the want to
stand on my full-length feet, but being the way they changed, as
heels are now my hocks, and with the knee and pelvic conformation
that of a four-legged animal, I stand, and walk much of the time on
A growing sense of discontent and even anger makes me lash out at
the walls that do confine me. I long desperately for the manner of
freedom that Brett standing outside my one window, he having freedom
to move about, not kept in a stall made filthy by me, from my bodily
Looking out my window past the iron bars that limit my ability to
leap and crash out of this jail stall cell. I watch, looking with a
head half turned to see Brett, and using my changing vocal cords to
sound at him, making noises like some incensed and agitated bovine.
The more my want and passion for enjoying true freedom as does Brett
and even those of the cowherd I can see standing and or wandering
the far pasture, the more my mind becomes agreeable with the thought
that being a bull is my best way to live what remains of my life.
That sense of anger comes from feeling desperate to be free, wishing
wholeheartedly to be near the cows; my bovine maleness is as well
causing some urging there too!
Bellowing loudly, feeling throttled or held in check by this woman
who says she is my protector, only adds to the building anger within
this changing me.
I smell her and she is female, as are the many cows out in the
pasture so green and lush.
My sniffing at the breeze for scents; is as knowing then those who
are of my own and even not of my kind by their gender rather than
using names as do human kind. A bestial attitude enhances my want,
when and while I long and stand my stall window, coaxing with cloven
hands at a bovine sheath. I urge at what on me is most sensual,
fondling my sheath, and with anxious snorting to enhance the feels
and want I press out a brightly pink colored shaft. It comes forward
and out of me in short and quick jutting actions. The first jutting
reveals but an inch or two past the shaggy hairs adjoining my
sheath. Another bit of urging forces the shaft out about six inches
into the light; looking narrow and pencil like, a mere vague
representation of what it is when fully erect.
My urges then extend down to the pelvic regions of my bulking form.
As the shaft protrudes I use my pelvis motions to urge me into an
act similar to when a bull stands and is humping a cow; this brings
on enhanced urges, as lust then builds, my nostrils run out strings
of snot, and I salivate, drooling like a mad man in his fit of rage.
Enraged to a heightened sexual passion for attending the cows and
feeling true bovine bullish pleasures, my want and lust come to a
quick and painful halt as the lengthening of my shaft slams outward,
jammed into an inoculate wooden wall. The flaring tip of my sensual
shaft meets then hard wood and not warm moist welcoming flesh.
Worse, is the blank feeling as with a quick jutting outward from the
sheath my near to twenty inch long shaft is stopped, becoming then
kinked, and this brings on a royal amount of pain and genuine
Pain erases my feeling for lust and passion, the sheath sucking up
my length of might bovine shaft in a matter of seconds. Feeling my
almost instant sexual retreat, there remains a human want to hold
it, caress it, and at the least enjoy what I have as my very sensual
male rod. In vain, I grab at it, but the retracting muscles of the
sheath are quicker and seemingly stronger than are cloven hooves and
a human thumb.
You can imagine what ends up happening, as with e very day I stand
becoming more bovine by lusty wants and an insatiable urge to be
free from the stable stall and held away from my kind; I chose to
accept what seemed proper if not as well irreversible.
God created the universe in six days, and as much time spent with me
lagging and longing for being ever more a bovine, I was recreated,
becoming somewhat embarrassed for being then a bull.
The protector woman released me to join Brett in his green grassy
paddock; there we met, grazing together in relative peaceful
coexistence. My human wits returned, as the rational thinking human
mind met the forces of bestial existence and animal sense of right
Embarrassed, I saw the woman standing by the fence, she holding what
I knew then as a camera. She poised it, ready to take a picture of
one whom by witchery comes to accepting what was for him or me, as
non consensual, but with time, I too would delight in what it is to
be a Bull! I think to myself, remembering my name and as well the
new name of Gladiator, this I feel in more a title to what I have
At first I had great apprehensions about my change of form and
having to live the lifestyle of a brute animal in even more brutal
and bestial situations to come. True enough, I was a bull, being
fully bovine of form, if just a different color from Brett.
When Brett saw me take the lead into his small pasture, I thought he
came to meet me in friendship and of a sense of camaraderie. I had a
lot to learn about being both a bovine bull and of being a part in
the realm of those living things people call as animals.
Brett pawed the ground with one of his fore hoofs, tossing sod and
dirt so high in the air a piece of grass sod landed up on his back.
I saw this and bellowed a laugh as best as I could bequest though
one different larynx and out a mouth not made for such style of
commenting. In total ignorance, I stood there, bowing my huge head
and returned the gesture. Unknown to me my snorting sounds instilled
Brett into a fine bovine rage.
Brett charged at me, and foolishly I stood my ground thinking this
were as friendly play, and not a duel to the death for the rite to
breed; this being the reality of what the whole became a brutal
Thick skulls met in blatant force upon the other!
I held my stance but felt a bit dazed from the force Brett asserted
A brain rattling blow to the forehead of my then bovine strength of
skull, gave me to shake my head in wondering why, and finding some
sense in me that suggested I should get mad too, and charge at
What I at first thought was Brett wanting to play became a long and
drawn out ritual of two bulls jousting. Slamming each into the head
of the other, my mind and brain felt out of place. I became angered
by the continued attacks, feeling then aggressive toward Brett; I
snorted and attacked him. Our forceful time lasted for hours, we
fought alone, no people in sight, and the only ones paying any
attention to us were the some uneasy smelling cows.
My one side eye caught sight of the whole herd standing silently and
waiting, as was customary for the winner of such jousting that he
would mingle with the cows and mount in delight.
Brett boasted of bovine bull experience as we fought.
I had some wise moves still firmly set in a changing brain; the
years of boxing lessons helped move even four legs to keep the
competition of balance and off his guard.
Brett charged me in his continuing fashion, I sidestepped past his
charge, wheeling, I slammed my head into his shoulder, this knocking
him to the ground. Winded and his face smeared into the dust, Brett
relented his attacking of me, and all seemed suddenly placid in the
Feeling odd, I discovered by so winning over my friend it won me the
rite of a bull to do what instincts suggested was a duty to perform.
Feeling elated, I sauntered toward the herd of black and red Angus
cows, some with calves by their side. The bellowing sound of another
who would be king for a day did turn my head, seeing there a young
bull not yet a third my size. He seemed to feel the desire to take
up his rite of breeding, and stood there trying my patience.
Ignoring the young bull, I walked toward some Black Angus cows
standing nearest to witnessing the fight with Brett. My coming close
had them all gawking at me, one seemed either scared or anxious, her
head up and confronting me directly. I took note how the cow stood
with eyes bugged, showing the white rim of her peepers, a sign I
knew from being human as animals use to show their sense of dread.
Considerate even when as a bull, this one cow was the first of many
that day to replace dread with felling tranquil. It took but one
drift of her scent and put my entire body into overdrive. I became
as if a really wild and brutal bull excited in every part of my
being of passion for mating with a cow.
Later, when calmer and given time to think and contemplate what I
did and happened, the sordid details were still a blurred
remembrance. Ever so very short that special moment of feeling and
the sense of triumphant joy for having mated came and passed as if a
fleeting memory. Done with that cow in just a minute or a few,
mindful of my performance, the falling off and return to standing on
all fours, left me a bit sated, if still wanton with an urge to try
the cow one more time!
Mating and grazing meet with equal sensed desires in a mind changed
to think on simplistic a level as is the needs of any a bull. There
are no great plans and hopes for the present or future, there is
just the realization of now, nothing more than now!
Counting my days and weeks while being a bull seemed so futile!
Indeed, why bother to look beyond whatever day it was, as for the
future there were grim times to come. Soon enough, those cows having
dropped at least three calves, would soon go off to market and meet
Some of those cows I thought of as if friends in some ways, they
like the bull found enjoyment from living together as a herd and of
copulating. Although the younger the heifers some were my own bovine
offspring, they too I did take and mate, the social order for being
a bull or cow knows nothing about the human terminology.
The longer I spent my days doing whatever felt right and proper for
the moment, the more I let slip away that what I learned and knew
from being human. Long times of placid calm drain the mind of any
reason to want for thinking a thought. Lack of thinking, instigates
ignorance, and dumbness only gets worse with the longer one fails to
exercise their mind. Grazing finished until the stomach aches for
something more, the cows and bull would retire to lying in a group
nearer the gate leading to the barn, or in the shade of some large
tree. This living works by patterns of movement during day or night,
it takes no real thought just going with the flow makes for a very
mundane a lifestyle. The fantasy dreams of people wishing to find
peace and frolic by becoming an animal are in for a terrible
realization if they get where they wished they could go.