“All in Good Time”

My own sexual fantasy tends toward being an animal rather than just wanting to mate with animals. This tries my patience, leaving me often frustrated, and quite horny.

This make for a volatile situation, making of me a easy and willing target for those or something having the knowledge and abilities for making my dream become physical. It is from such a situation that this report was born.

Writing TF stories is for me fun and offers some ability to relax my built tension. As I referenced the internet constantly I was notified of an e-mail arriving. Opening it, I was immediately in direct communication with of all likelihood a very powerful witchcraft woman going by her handle of Madame Ojo.

We conversed by e-mail and later through Yahoo instant messenger.

Her insight about my wild and sexually based fantasies of becoming a stud sire animal were quite profound. She asked many questions, most based on my willingness to pay her a great sum for a service she said was within her ability to perform.

Stunned, and delighted, I asked what she would require in funding, while asking for assurances that she was not just funning me or pulling my leg.

To my questioning her authenticity she became angered, cooling quickly, as then sending me a strange word for me to speak aloud.

“Decidido, abogaría por para hacer un toro y para vivir como es para una semana, volviendo a ser humano, y después para pagar el servicio.”

Translated:

Decidedly, I would plead to become a bull and live as it is for one week, returning to being human, and then pay for the service.

Once having said the long line in Spanish I was to stomp my left foot three times hard on the floor and call out to Madame Ojo for her blessing.

If it were a joke I would soon know, but the Spanish words were as if Greek to an uneducated middle aged writer.

Stammering a lot, I spoke the words as best I could, saying:

Decidido, abogaría por para transformar al igual que un toro ah entonces vivo como está para hasta débil, volviendo no a ser humano, entonces para el servicio.

Almost as I ended my strained try at speaking in Spanish, Madame Ojo wrote to me as what I said was twisted and wrong.

“Decided, I would plead to transform as be a bull, ah then live as it is for until weak, returning not to being human, then for service.”

Angrily she announced I could soon expect my humanity would fade, as I was by my slurred speaking, was to be soon a Bull, remaining as a sire and stud animal for the rest of my life.

It had to be a joke, and I returned her aggressive words by telling the ole cow to F.O.

My computer screen went near blue with her words. She cursed me, damning me for not paying her, her due monies. As if to chastise me further, she added few extra words and phrase, typing out the words in Spanish, as if to me being summarily cursed.

“
Maldecido sea usted, maldecido y como acursed, el estar pronto transfromo en el cuerpo solamente de un toro de los bóvidos usado para un padre y un perno prisionero. Conserve sus ingenios, sepa cuáles usted es, lo que usted hace, y quién le envió para ser un animal. ¡La lujuria de mayo sea su guía en vida, oliendo, lamiéndose, y el montar de vacas, empujarle, humping, y conocer semen es por siempre el de una BULL!”

I went directly to the computer translator, highlighting the words Madame Ojo sent, and discovering what she said sent a chill down my spine.

“Damned be you, cursed and as accursed, being soon transformed into the body only of a bovine bull used for a sire and stud. Retain your wits, know what you are, what you do, and who sent you to be an animal. May lust be your guide in life, sniffing, licking, and mounting of cows, thrusting, humping, and knowing you semen is forever that of a BULL!”

Had everything gone as to my wishes and plan I was hopeful of becoming a Percheron stallion stud, but as it seemed I had made a mockery of someone availed with great powers, my future looked slightly dim.

Having read aloud and likely foolishly so, the words sent by Madame Ojo, I felt a uneasy sensation in my guts.

My hands quickly stiffened into a tight fist. Then as a blackening’ ooze began to seep out from around my finger nails, this enveloping my whole hand. I screamed from an obvious sense of terror, as my hands were changed quickly to be as cloven hooves, as of a bovine.

Wrists changed next, becoming new joints, as part grew into cannon bones, a knee, and then the upper foreleg as of me being a bull.

All my skin began to itch furiously, as human skin became a bovine thicker hide, leathery, and covering ever so quickly with sprouting hairs.

Horrified and sensually delighted, I stood silent and watched as my chest and ribs barreled outward. Bodily I was changing, as one stomach grew to be as four of a bovine. The worst sensation was as my human penis was sucked up inside my abdomen, compressed up and forward, building of pressure, until as a bull sheath it erupted from out my lower belly.

Then wild pangs for sexual sensation gave me a throbbing erection, showing to me my red and oily shaft, extending a foot long, narrow, pointy ended, and drastically sensual to the lightest touch.

My balls began to ache, grow, and hung down to bump into heels that were as bovine hocks.

I tried to scream from the onslaught of transforming sensations, but what issued forth could only be said as a bellowing call of a bull bovine in heat.

Minutes passed like they were hours, my body was that of a bovine, as legs changed to hold a massive bulk. The sure knowledge of how my head was expanding, skull thickening, ears growing, and I felt horn buds sending out actual horns.

The physical essence of beastly self is when one knowingly feels the sprouting and stemming growth of one’s animal tail. My boney links of a bovine tail grew and popped properly into place, giving me a fine long tail to sway, swat, and flick at bugs that wanted to lick my butt.

I looked at the wall clock, two hours from the time I read the cursing words of Madame Ojo; standing upon four legs, and four cloven hooves, a foolhardy man is then as a real, live, bovine Bull!

Now my wife comes to visit, she owns me and gets half of my sire fees, as they grant to her a fair wage. I write in the sand, we converse often and usually for long and tedious hours.

Although a horse was my original hope, being a bull allows me to mate more often, returning to hump any one cow several times. I think of my curse as more of a blessing, the wife might disagree, but the cow sure don’t!


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To Bob living as does a bull is thrill enough for the degraded way he must live as some filth covered beast of the pasture.

He thinks very little of his own physical self other than to occasionally wish that Madame Ojo might have granted him a longer penis. It is of his penis he would wish to show the wife an evening of sensual fun and play.

Yet unknown to him, she too is having many a night of sexual pondering of the same line of thought.

She as would Bob and I the writer would appreciate someone out in reader land to add another chapter to an already moo..ving story.

I've been a long time fan of your stories... as they wander up the same ally my fantasies do. I always eagerly await the next time I see one pop up. That being said... your invitation was horribly tempting and I figured I'd have a go at it... after all, the worst that happens is a booing audience. :whistling:

While I do roleplay often, this is my first attempt at this sort of story... so... my apologies if it isn't the greatest. It's also two in the morning... ^^;

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One would think that, in the event of one's husband being turned into a bull, one would swiftly check oneself into the nearest mental institution. However, this wasn't the case for Helen Richey. Having her husband Bob suddenly transform into a four-legged breeding machine was quite the dream come true.

Helen had long suspected her 'mate' of cheating on her. It was no large feat to look into the various cookies and caches on his computer and discover his correspondence with an unknown being by the name of Madame Ojo. The very first thing this reminded her of was a corny porn movie stripper in a french maid outfit, and this would not do. No woman moved in on Helen Richey's territory!

So needless to say, coming home to a bellowing bull sitting in front of a computer with Yahoo Instant Messenger up and this Madame Ojo cursing everyone and everything between heaven and earth to a lifetime of fleeting sensual pleasure, she was a tad suprised; more than a little relieved; and far more than a little excited.

Bob had not been the most computer savvy individual, much to Helen's relief and benefit. Thus it made it much easier for her to troll about on the internet's sites on zoophilia and beastiality. She found it quite humorous that she and her husband had shared the same secret desire and yet tried the hardest to hide it from eachother. One Bob had been changed, however, there was no need for secrets... and Helen had a guilt-free way to sate her deepest desire.

That was what lead to the night Helen snuck out into the pasture. It was a muggy June Saturday, the humidity making everything moist and sticking everything together in a way disturbingly similar to tacky glue. She swiftly located the larger form of her husband among the herd, approaching with no manner of stealth.

Bob heard.. and smelled.. his wife long before she reached him, immediately sensing something was odd about the visit. The most obvious part being that she was completely naked. That alone was enough to excite him, as his his sheath swelled and his penis began to drop and fill out she lead him away from his cows, toward one of the bales of hay.

Before Bob could begin to drag his hoof through the dirt and hay surrounding them and inquire the meaning of this, Helen had laid back on the hay bale and spread herself, as wide and inviting as possible. Bob needed no further encouragement. All at once, Helen had a full grown bull pressing himself down upon her as his hips jerked frantically back and forth, trying to find their mark. She'd been about to beg him to move, plead that she couldn't breathe and he was crushing her... when his thrusts hit home.

Helen wasn't quite sure what she'd been expecting... but the minute she was skewered upon her husband's new bovine equipment she found herself envious of the cows who spent their days in the pasture with him. Far smaller than any of his cows, it took very few thrusts for Bob to begin spilling himself within her. It was enough, however... Helen was in a state of ecstasy as her lover rolled from her, withdrawing his still spurting shaft from within her. As she began to relax, Helen knew she was hooked... she had to have more.

Perhaps, she thought... it was time to give this Madame Ojo a call.

1:50p.m. Chapter thre of "A Screwed marriage"

The evening sky had but the thinest slice of moon to give any light in the pasture.

As for the times hse had seen Bob calmly grazing, his dear wife did not get a good look at what he had used on her to bring out the excitement equal to their first night together.

When after some additional play in the pasture had ended, a sex frantic woman drove an eratic patter back home, running into her house stock naked, her semen soaked pussy trailing long strings of Bob's enriched semen, and making odd suction sounds as she climbed the stairway to her bedroom and his computer in the study.

She did not even get dressed or take a shower to clean herself of the gallon of cum and Bob's jelly like semen.

A flick of the mouse and she was into some of his favorite picture he had found and saved for later enjoyment.

A few double clicks and she had something the from her vaginal senastion looked like what she felt.

"Yup, that's it, there it was, just like what she felt from Bob, his being a good bit longer!"


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Dear Madame Ojo,

You have somehow made of my husband the most beautiful bull and from his change he and I shared the best sex of our marriage.

Please help me, please do something like what happened to Bob, let me become a cow.

I would give anything to become a cow for him to rut and raped at his every whim. Please, Madame Ojo, please!

Signed as,
Sexually Grateful