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Just for a Visit by Boston Bobs CircusRevision authorizedKevin Rooste, series 2006This is a spin off from the story, Sisters of Circe written and authorized by Lampwick. My brother David Stiles had his apartment in town so he could remain near to the college and his studies. He was a serious person and without the family problems to distract him, he excelled with his studies. I had visited him often, and it was with my most recent visit and the strange happenings found that I am writing this story.I was a cool fall day in late October when all phone calls and letters came to a complete stop. David would either call or write about his week of study and or the people he met. Our Mother and I would read his letters and then store them away in a drawer as if held in a time capsule.Mother tried to call David but received only his answering machine. I e-mailed him had again no response Ron Tanner who came over one morning, suggesting he and I should drive to Capital City and visit David.My Mother agreeing, we left that very morning with me reading the maps, and Ron driving us in his new SUV.Driving the highway, we both told humorous stories of David. My dear brother was so gullible, blankly serious, and many a time ended up as one perfect fool.It took us the better part of three hours to cover the hundred and forty miles from home to downtown apartment. Ron dropped me off at the building front door, as he went around back to the parking lot.I thought to surprise David, maybe tell him I hitch hiked from home. The plan had merit at first, but once inside the buildings front door I changed my mind.The creaking of the door hinges worked as a doorbell. Once inside the foyer I saw several doors become ajar, eyes peering out into the hallway.Speaking a friendly hello, the doors slammed shut, as those people hid away like there was something very odd here. Puzzled of this, I went right up in the elevator to floor six. There stepping out of the elevator and walked down the long hall to his apartment, number 6-A.I knocked and knocked but there was no answer. I stood there wondering what to do, when Ron arrived, telling me his Yukon he parked, to the rear of the apartment building. As I began to tell him my knocking had no answer, this making me worried, I wondered what to do next?Rons great Dutch and dumb luck; or maybe it was fate, but Ron looked at the closed door, and began to feel the sash for a key. Then he just reached out and with one hand on the knob, it turned, the door was unlocked.I stood there feeling dumb and dumber As we entered the apartment, it was a mess. Now David was not messy person, he had a motto of, a place for everything, and everything in its place One quick look around suggested to us the apartment had been burglarized. I remember grumbling loudly, seeing the way things lay strewn. Standing there I looked upset at the scene, it was Ron that began to upright things as he looked around.Ron walked away from me and into the kitchen. He returned quickly, telling of the mess he saw in there too. I headed for the bedroom only to find the bed made neatly, while the dresser drawers lay pulled out and everything ransacked. I pointed to the mess, but stood shaking my pointing finger to the bed. Untouched is was made so neat and tight, Army style, is what David called it. I looked at Ron and then back at me, we said in unison, suggesting it might have been a robbery I was about to reach over and grab the phone, when from the corner of the room came what sounded like a muffled scream. Ron looked just as surprised and wondering. Hearing the scream again, we began to look around the room.Yet another scream we heard, but this time it sounded ragged and coarse. I suggested it sounded as if made by some animal, as if injured.Ron that found the source in short order, it was coming from the cold air vent. We knelt down and listened. We heard the soft voices of what seemed to be three women. Their words were as if chiding the person in pain, making fun of the pains as well.I turned to look at Ron when just after another long gravelly groan came up the pipe, we both heard one sweet female voice proclaim, my he looks as good as David did last weekThe womans statement suggested of foul play, I felt suddenly my hope for David to slip away. Jumping to our feet, Ron and I headed together for the door and then to the stairway. We must have sounded like a heard of cattle coming down the stairs.As I opened the door to the fifth floor hallway, I peeked out into the hallway, stopped dead in my tracks and gawked. Ron pawing all over me to see what had stopped from exiting the stairway, I tried to push him back.We both peered out into the hallway, as Ron moaned seductively, as one voluptuous Blonde stood tugging the reins to one large and sexually erect, male Jackass. She was speaking to the animal, talking to it as if he understood. He cocking his head, listened, as she continued to tell him of a simpler life, one of personal fulfillment. Nagging him, she told of a farm, where he would join another jackass. There, according to her the two would find pleasure, both kept for use as studs.It was when she mentioned David again, suggesting he was an animal, a Jackass. I heard this and my stomach about tossed my lunch. Ron looked at me, as he saying the women were some kind of nuts, but said it loudly. Then with his big hand, he pushed past me, stepping boldly out into the hall, just to the rear of the large animal.The Blonde woman about jumped out of her skin, seeing Ron, he a tall athletic type coming down the hall.Ron smiled, looking stupidly as if a woman tugging a grown Jackass down an apartment hallway was not all that, strange. He spoke to her, suggesting he knew a way to make the stubborn animal move. She with a nod of appreciation, the sexy woman eyed Ron carefully. Ron grabbing the Jackasss tail, giving it a twist, and yanking it up and over the giant animals back, urged the animal to move.The Blonde seemed angered at first, but with the animal moving into the elevator, her facial expression changed. The women entered ahead of the Jackass, with Ron stepping in, he holding the animals tail, in a manner making it quite uncomfortable. The elevator doors closed, as Ron, bold as brass, rode down with this woman and her Ass.I stayed where I was wondering and feeling scared for what we heard and had seen.Fifteen minutes later, the elevator came up to the fifth floor, as the doors opened. The Blonde stepped out first, then turned and motioned for Ron to come, and walk with her to the apartment. Ron stepping past her eyed me peeking out from the stairway, his eyes shifting, as to suggest I remain hidden.I am a timid person, but at times becoming insatiably inquisitive. Using great care not to make any noise, I stepped out into the hallway seeing Ron being ushered into the womans apartment. Once they went inside, I crept up to the apartment door, ear tight to the sash and listened.Inside I could hear Ron began to talk, he sounding quite gallant but cut to the quick asking directly about David. He made up his story as he talked, telling of his friend and he having an appointment to meet. Lying like a rug, Ron told of their plans to eat out and party the night away as two ole friends. As I stood in the hallway listening I was beginning to think he was laying it on a little thick, his story was beginning to sound too off the cuff Although when he became direct to the point and asked if she knew of David, and where he might have gone, the woman laughed in a boisterous manner. The woman never responded to the question, but as Ron and his questions floated in the air unanswered, I heard another female voice. This new voice spoke out harshly, as she seemed angered by being questioned, remarking that she and her sisters were not their brothers keepersHer harsh tone continued, as she asked Ron first if he had been to the apartment A6, as if suggesting he was poking his nose where it was not appreciated.Then I heard another voice, this one speaking softly, rather slinky and seductive sounding. She asked a question that stopped the other two women from speaking, because her question caused a chill to run down my spine.Ron, that is your name, Ronhow do you like our bodies Ron?I imagined Ron had introduced himself to the Blonde when they both went down inside the elevator. Yet his voice got shaky, seemingly nervous at the provocative question; I stood wondering what scheme they might be planning.Even before he could answer, one of the women must have moved close to Ron. I thought that because she made a sensual moan, followed by one from Ron. An instant later one of the women spoke, telling Ron of their being members of a long standing following.She spoke again but this time using a voice sounding of authority. I remember it well as her words sent another chill down my spine turning into a flaring flood of goose pimples.We three are sisters and also are all devote members of a coven for women only. Standing together as three of the order, and belonging to The Sisters of Circe, she announced with a bold sound of personal pride.Hearing her announcement, Ron spoke up loudly, speaking just one word.WhatNow he and I both knew of Circe, the Greek witch and daughter of the Sun God. She was a women, who once scorned by some man, became then wicked and tending a perverse hatred for men in general. Her terrible powers had according to myths, doomed many a man to bestial existence. This announcement poised my thinking of that Jackass in the hall, of what the women said, how it resembled Dave; and now what might happen to Ron? She continued then with her speech as telling Ron about their cult, and becoming out spoken of a hatred for men being as, well men I listened in wonder and horror, the excitement of what was being said inside was bringing on me an erection of major proportions.We are like our patron mother and the Enchantress herself, have and do yet study many books. See there in the living room bookcase on the shelf, we keep them handy for such occasions when a man comes into our apartment.Sisters of the faith, we are self taught, but well learned and able to take men who come face to face with us and grant them a change of life and lifestyle. Most of them end up on a farm we sponsor where they do what comes natural to the males of their new species. They are degraded from human abilities, losing touch with what they were, and near ignorant of what they had since become. As beasts they live on, being in every way as if born to being an animal, crude, brutish, and like all males, they strain to show their dominance.Now some are special even to us, Dave for example lives on as a virile male Jackass, mounting and humping animals, he is the sire of a fine breed. His mind is blank of all human knowledge and concern, except when he has mounted and is thrusting; while then will he remember and have memories reminding him of things, and people he knew when once he was human.A few warranted we leave them alert and totally terrified of the realization that they are to live their life in the form and lifestyle as would a beast. She made a lurid sounding chuckle, as then her humor was followed by the two other sisters who came out right and laughed with a sadistic manner.Kyle is one as I just said, you knew him as that large Andalusian Jackass we took down in the elevator. He has his full faculties, remembering and realizing of who he was, and is, having become permanently now an animal, at least in body. His situation will be just the opposite of all the others, as when he breeds, the excitement will remove his desired will, replacing it with brutal instincts and making him for a short time to be as if a true animal. So explained the one woman, her obvious intent for Ron was to be doomed as were other she spoke about. I stood outside in the hall clearly able to listen as she boasted, suggesting how women were superior, rather than equal to men. She denoted how men think naturally as do animals. In part, I had to agree that Ron at least spent a large part of his day thinking only of male pleasures and sex.The harsh speaking sister told the kinky one to be quiet; as I heard the sound of someone getting slapped. It was the Blonde sister who spoke out of turn, as I knew her voice from when she talked with Ron in the hallway. She first taunted him asking if he liked their bodies, and then in a childish way she taunted again as wondering if Ron thought the three women had nice butts.Again the harsh sister spoke, her voice suggesting the anger she had for her sister carried now to Ron; he being male and still human.She began again to tell of their goal, that to rid the world of men; as had Circe long ago, she giving no consideration to age, but changing all male humans into some kind of animal from. Her admiration for Circe showed in the way her words flowed, accounting how she would determine the nature of a male and then have him become something similar as a beast. Those who were strong of will became great brutes, Lions, Tigers, Bulls, and the like. Then others who were submissive or she thought as true cowards became other beasts, Dogs, goats, Sheep, and of course, Pigs.I listened as she told of a man named Kyle; he came into their apartment looking to sell the sisters a new sweeper. His stubborn attitude won out over the early hour, the sisters were not yet fully awake. He kept to his pitch until Marla; she, as I would learn later was one of the sisters, having a head of blonde curls. Marla asked the provocative questions, as of their nice looking bodies.A man named Kyle, she thought was mostly polite if not a little too stubborn. He made his way in past the threshold, entering the apartment and began to show off his sweeper. Marla told of being her seductive self, she mentioning how she stepped close to him and pressed her ample breasts against his chest. I could only hear through the door, but suspected she might easily be the one who moaned, and had made Ron groan.Ron blurted out asking of Kyle, he knew him to be another college student. He made mention that Kyle lived in the same building, but on the second floor. He rambled on telling how the three of them, David, Kyle and himself, all were good friends. Kyle originally rented the apartment for David, as it was high above the noisy street, also being quite large and airy, and quite cheap for some odd reason. He sighed and then spoke of the reason now seemed quite apparent. The more that Ron spoke, his voice became quite shaky. It sounded as if he was getting scared, having boldly approached these women. I would expect that Ron having heard as much as I would be looking for a way to make his escape. He began to speak, suggesting as leaving, when one of the women began to talk. Her name was Elaine as she so announced, congratulating Ron for his gallantry in coming to help Marla in the hallway. She spoke of his obvious intents, as he had lacked to ask any questions, per say why a pretty woman on the fifth floor of an apartment building was straining, trying to wrangle a male Jackass into an elevator. She laughed recanting how Ron took hold of the ropey tail, wrenching it up and forward, the discomfort forcing a stubborn animal into the elevator; and then going the extra distance to helping place the animal into the holding pen. Her conversation continued as if to suspect Ron knew the animal was not always such, but might have once been human.Ron and I both heard of what the women talked about earlier, so his inklings, if any were quite correct. Kyle Barnes, his good friend stood transformed into being a large and virile male Jackass. The one sister told how he had finished his changing just two hours ago. She sneered, said how they liked to toy with those they change, taunting them into arousal, filling their victims with beastly lust, as the human mind battles with the onset of instincts.He, Kyle she told would join David, my brother on a farm, but as for Ron, the sisters needed to confer.Marla twanged in, her silly sounding, childish voice, telling of their meeting with David just two weeks to this very day. She thought he was so sincere, handsome too She was reminded of a gallant steed when he came to their door, insisting of his need for quiet, being frustrated by the noise of another man meeting his new future. When she saw him blush it suggested her glorious stallion, was really other than a mighty steed.Then Edna announced her name, as she asked Marla to get the book. She spoke, her voice low and sounding seductive too, but had tinny brash sound that made my blood run cold. Grumbling at Marla, saying she was but a goofy minded girl. Telling as reminding her, she thinks handsome men should remain, handsome Edna saw through to what David was, brash, a stubborn streak a mile wide. His true personality doomed him in her mind, she seeing how he became easily aroused. It was of her suggestion he looked more like a horny male Donkey. Elaine agreed, and silly Marla giggled her agreement, both mentioning of how David did so plead and cry showing himself, to be a coward. It was this and other reasons why the three Sisters thought themselves as doing the world a favor, ridding it of yet another, MAN According to their words, my brother David stands now as one very fine Donkey, a male Jack Once they moved David to the farm, his mind degraded to that of a horny Jack. His basic delight in feeling himself buried deep, thrusting like a jackhammer, and living life as does a male donkey.Those who where once men, go there and breed, making for the Sisters their living. As if from dooming all men they were announcing of there delighted theme, going to visit those they changed, and so doing continued reinforcing their female will upon those they made into animals.I heard Marla as she came huffing into the front foyer of their apartment, as from her sounds I knew she was touting something quite heavy. A thud resounded out as if she dropped it, her two sisters grumbling over Marla being so clumsy. Sister Edna screamed at Marla, grumbling that she might next get out the family album and show to Ron pictures, showing the girls growing up, and of what their mom did to Dad.Edna grumbled more at her sister, reminding Marla to pay better attention of Ron.Ron groaned again his voice sounding lower and maybe more coaxed out from his guts. I shuddered, thinking of him inside the apartment. Those insane women, witches, haters of male humans, and endowed with the powers to make anyone into an animal.Edna seemed on the offensive, she taunting Ron, telling in detail about his good friend David being then as a farm stud. She implied that Kyle would soon join him, but by her demeaning desire that his memories were not obliterated. Instead, Kyle knew of what he was, how it felt, and had to battle to keep the equine instincts from taking him ever deeper into being a brute animal.She chided Ron for thinking of the Sisters as being fools, when instead she was soon to make him the fool. Laughing at Ron for being a friendly, helpful person, bold and brash enough, seeing a woman leading a Jackass into an apartment house elevator, and then ask her not one question, why Elaine gave her two cents stating it was time to begin. She mentioning that another woman, named Hazel, would arrive about six that night. Then using a very antagonistic sounding voice, she suggested of how Ron would get to meet her, but might have his own worries to consider.Marla and Elaine spoke in unison, ordering Ron to walk into their living room. The moans I heard from Ron as the two went to work removing his clothing, he mumbling how they were stripping him naked.It was Marla and her silly way of talking, she mentioning that he would soon find David, Kyle, and maybe some other friends from the local college.This Marla, her mind worked on the simple things that most of us take from granted. She liked to taunt her victims, telling how animals act, mate, and the sensations they might realize once in the form of some animal.As Ron groaned and must have already been under their spell, he would otherwise have fought them to escape such a fate and doom.Marla continued her taunting, telling things about dull ole David, his easy transition into being a sturdy donkey. She told of their recent victim Kyle, he being so stubborn trying to make a sale, his attitude suggested of being above the rank and file men, and thus they decided his better form was that of a giant Andalusian Donkey and a virile Jack.Edna began asking her sisters of what Ron reminded them of, as if casting lots, and being quite democratic she wanted each sister to vote.Elaine took note of Ron and his exceptionally muscular body, he having been in weight lifting for some years. She quipping him as the proverbial bull form the china shop. To her suggestion, a wave of witchery power made Ron grunt out a painful moan.Edna laughed loudly, she agreeing with her other sister. As with Elaine, Edna must have walked up to Ron, testing or squeezing something of him to attest he was of an athletic build. As whatever she did, Ron made a groan the sounded rather sensual it made me think that she might have squeezed something he enjoyed, as she would soon be delighted in seeing transformed. Three plops of round sweet rumps on a couch begged the situation, making Ron moan again, this time suggesting of him feeling pain.I was as you might expect scared; but wanting to help Ron escape his bestial doom, I gave the doorknob a slow twist. To my surprise, the knob turned as the door remained unlocked. I stepped inside using great caution, yet frantic and wild of my great fantasy, having the fond hope or wish it was me standing before those women.Once inside I stood in the apartment foyer. The foyer offered two directions, allowing me to peer into the living room, where I saw Ron. He stood with his athletic self, naked, slightly hunched forward, and standing on some wooden pedestal. He saw me enter and moving his eyes suggested the whereabouts of the three sisters. I stood for a moment as the sister seated just out of my sight, made verbal notations. Some of what they said was in Latin, while other statements made in English, but all made Ron groan with abdominal pains.A quick look to the other exit from the foyer offered a hallway. This led to their kitchen and turning a left corner, it offered another short hall to the bedrooms. In and between was an archway that opened to the living room. Working my way along an inside hallway, I came to stand peering into the living room from the arch. As from there I was standing some distance to the rear of the three sister seated on the couch. Ron was almost directly across the room, standing on that strange two foot tall, pedestal.I stood there watching Ron and seeing only the back of each sisters head.They were obviously amused, especially seeing their victim standing spellbound and being so helpless. It was as their spell held the person at bay they where wheeling other forces, as if to begin and reshape Ron. Ron stood on a pedestal his back to a brick fireplace. The women sat on a couch, their backs facing my direction. To their right was the bookshelf, it loaded with old volumes of books and ledgers, no doubt filled full of cursed names of men changed.Groaning something awful, Ron stood looking my way and saw me peeking at him.His arms and hands hung down as if pressed by some unknown force. His clothing gone I saw his skin tone changing to deeper shades. As Ron went to the sun tanning lounge, his general tan was fast turning to a deep black; looking more like leather than human skin.I looked at him shivering, his boldness now drained, as he was scared half to death. Waiting on every word and phrase of the Sisters, Ron felt anxiety reflecting in an erection that the sisters seemed to enjoy, and I could easily see. His normally bulging muscles were changing, rearranging him from standing, as does a human. The first signs suggesting his new self were just beginning.As from within the fireplace came up a wisp of smoke, Rons clothing, wallet and identification began to smolder, flaming up, and soon lay as a light ash.Breathing heavily, huffing and puffing Ron sounded like a man who just ran the mile in less than a minute. He was not giving a care to the women sitting there in front of him, as his total thoughts were captive of his own feelings of agony and for some reason he was showing signs of feeling a bit of ecstasy.Rons face had darkened, turning almost blue and then changed to black. His skin everywhere else was already a deep shade of black. I watched intently, noting the sprouting black hairs peaking out, covering Ron soon from head to foot, then thickening into some beastly sort of pelt. His muscular body now covered in a blackened hide began to remind me of something bovine, as his athletic muscles flared larger contrasting well from his black coat of bestial hair. His blackened body hair glistening in the light from lamps set about the living room; as it made Elaine swoon and moan. He snorted, it sounded just like I remember a bull did once at the Nature Center.Snorting expanded his nostrils, as they pressed outward and began to merge with his upper lip. At that moment, he closed his eyes, giving me to wonder if his sensation of pain had reached some intolerable level. Ron being the owner of one exceptional body, now looked like something from a horror movie. If not for the fact of him going to his demise, I was quite erect with my own sensual fantasy, wishing for a moment to step forward and join Ron as maybe becoming another big black bull.My own hands came to feeling the sweat on my nervous face. A passing thought of empathy, seeing Ron, his head growing larger, squared in a bovine way. His ears taking shape common to a bull, his ears flopping and moving, again another sign of his anxious anxiety, feeling his body becoming all the more quickly changing into that of a Bull.A moan rolled out his mouth, eyes closed ever more tightly shut. His face and head looking like some large bovine, as a neck gained in mass giving to the need of supporting such a massive head.Humorously Elaine remarked how Ron was changing so nicely, she asking her sisters of their intentions. The question poised was if Ron like Kyle should continue to keep his mental self, alive. In short order they all thought Ron worthy to keep his memory and the human ability to understand, wanting him to totally realize of what they had done to him. There verbal pondering got a rather supportive moan from Ron, suggesting to them and me, that he would prefer to keep his mental faculties.Bovine shaped nostrils flared, hearing Elaine remark more about how he would remain able to think, knowing and realizing, learning to graze, sniff cow butts, and then mount and breed as would a bull.Unlike me, Ron had never voiced any thought or fantasy about a desire to be anything other than his very athletic and handsome self. Even if I stood watching what was happening and becoming almost painfully erect from it, had the tables turned and that were me up there changing, well I think I would be rather enjoying my selfJust then Ron gave a shivering wiggle to his upper lip, as it made him show his newly larger white bovine shaped teeth. He could not see it happened but probably felt his lip merge in with the nostrils of his broad nose. As he made chewing motions his mouth and nose conformed into a true bovine shaped muzzle.I thought how seeing Ron changing and growing of muscle and mass, he reminded me of some monster in a werewolf movie. Ron jerked and twitched from one pain or maybe feeling enhanced in some sensual sort of way. On occasion he would moan or give a short scream. His worst agony occurred when feeling the tailbone jut out, growing link by link, moving out, and then hanging down and across his buttocks.To this Ron seemed as if more horrified from the sensation, as being to him a reminder he was soon become permanently a brute beast, an animal, and be degraded in body function if not mind to that of a common bull.He began to breathe in harshly; huffing and puffing as possibly the change was causing some effects to his lungs. This caused his blackened hide to become sweaty, as he twisted and wrenched his changing torso a literal foam coated his hairy body.By that time his face was almost unable to show any expression, all he could do was groan when muscles cramped and joints snapped as they adjusted to the spell and desire of those Sisters. The Sisters gave a rather sensual moan as all three sat on their couch watching a nice guy become a bestial brute. Their attention was captured seeing as his ribs began to barrel outward. The ribs made more space for the multi number of stomachs a bovine has, as too his bodily organs would likely grow much bigger on account his body weight might top a thousand pounds.As the size and shape of his human torso became bovine like, the powerful spell went to work rebuilding a pelvis and the legs Ron would trod the earth upon all fours. Soon Ron had a stance lurched forward as his human legs hunched downward, feet lengthened, and a human heel became the mighty hock of a very bovine leg.Ron shock first one foot and then the other, maybe feeling them grow from the human size thirteen to something so long he would never again need to wear shoes. Seemingly the changes that made his feet become bovine sent such odd feelings it made Ron become near frantic, or anxious the transformation would soon be over and done. Even as his audience watched in amusement or as in my case I felt some longing to know his coming sensual delight, he jerked and twisted, stretching his legs as skin, hair, and brute muscle became part of him. Ron gave his first true and wholly bovine sounding bellow, as if feeling the need to try his bull voice.So much of Ron had changed almost mechanically had he transformed, as transitioning his well formed human body stood adorned with sleek black fur, brandishing new stout muscles, increased bone structure, and a near unimaginable increase of physical mass.He stood looking like some giant black monster as he continued for the present to stay balanced and standing upright. As he had grown in size, Ron stood taller, almost able to touch the Sisters living room ceiling.I was ready to scream myself from one terrified scene, as minutes passed, watching Ron change into a Bull. Nervous and anxious, I could but stand there as my good friend stood jerking of cramps and pains. The sight of his toes all knurled into two separate lumps, as a tan ooze of horn coated and made them into large coven hoofs.As bovine eyes rolled around in their sockets, they suggested an alert mind straining to cope with terrible realization it was not wishing to be a part of some beast and bull.Teetering on the pedestal, Ron struggled to remain upright as if he were still a man. He moved his forelegs, trying to do with them as one would when trying to keep balanced while standing in some odd situation. His arms by this time had realigned, faced forward, more now like forelegs of his new bovine self.I stood by the archway watching, my own feelings reaching out as a personal empathy for my friend, Ron. A hand in my pocket throttled an erection so massive; I can hardly dare to speak of it. The sight of what I was a witness equaled any movie picture I had ever seen. If one could see this happen to a friend or some person, the sensual sensation is beyond description.Ron looked down with some caution, as he cocked his now massive head trying to ogle the changes he felt between those broad thighs. Another moan groaned out of his wide mouth, this seemed as coming from one enveloped of feeling the sensual impact. I think Ron could fully understand he was not any longer to be a man, changed so radically of species, as he began to act and think, accepting his change of fate.The sisters roared with impetuous laughter, making comments of how he found his beastly self as enjoyable, if not just thrilling. A sudden wave of sensation forced Ron to clutch his forelegs and now cloven hoofs tightly against a fur covered chest. His guts gurgled, making ugly sounds as three empty stomachs longed for food.Again I watched as the sisters laughed, as Ron stepping slowly, moving and turning he danced about in a small circle. His cloven hoofs made a chattering sound, as he turned around on the wooden pedestal; this tickled Elaine as she pointed at Ron and laughed loudly.Whirling faster in small circles, Ron seemed obvious to all there, as snot dripped out nostrils in long trailing strings. With his mouth open and showing a toothy grin, a thick black tongue reached outward and licked at the trailing strings of snot.This started another round of wild laughter, the Sisters overjoyed at how their spell was working, having changed a man to be a bull and was then working hard to remove all traces of his humanity.Ron seemed now confused his dancing slowed to a stop. The finished growth of new bovine teeth, they being large slab like things, made for cutting grass and mashing his food into a green mush and slurry. He lifted his head, looking at the women, as well in my direction as I stood throttling my own feelings and desire. I was amazed to see him actually wink at me, a thing he did often when finding something enjoyable to his male disposition. He had made this gesture at me many a time when we walked together down the street, as when he was seeing a pretty woman.I stood there stunned at his optical suggestion, as if he actually found his transformation as something exciting, maybe sensual, and totally out of character for him it was then possibly considered desirable At first, the thought struck me with such personal horror. The perverted concept of Ron, my brother David, and of Kyle, as all became willing to give up their humanity; this had me about ready to run off, screaming.Now he stood almost a real bull, jet black of fur covering a body made of rigid toned muscles, Ron cocking his head again to see of what he then felt happening.As his body changed becoming bovine in shapes and toughness, his maleness was straining to conform. A jerk and some shivers made me note what had to be a strange sensation, as from his deep groin I saw his testicles swelling. A deep breath and Ron working his mouth oddly, using his larynx as would a ventriloquist he blurted out the saying as few words of thanks. As if pleased of what he had become, delighted of what the sisters had him feeling, thrilled he stood willingly ready to assume a new life. Ron literally thanked the sisters for changing him into a bullHis barely intelligible words spoken, making all there sit up and take notice. The Sisters too having each a stunned expression, they turning to look at her sister, mouths open as if showing the utter surprise.Ron’s voice sounded deeper than normal, harsh as if he had to force out the words out using his diaphragm to expel enough air to speak. His words were slurred and with his speaking, again offered a view of his very bovine teeth. It is of a remembered time in biology class a long time back during high school. The teacher did show his class the jaw and teeth of some poor, dead bovine. Those like now Ron sported, marbled white and yellow color. His tongue black, thick, as his face straining to force a bovine bull face to show an expression, as if smiling with some personable delight.Then he stopped all together, his try at having a human expression on a bovine face drained away. He stood awkwardly, teetering on hind bovine legs spread awkwardly apart. As with every move he made, those growing testicles dropped lower, swaying, bouncing off his bovine bull, hocks. That stupid pleasured look he tried to muster had drained as he twisted his massive gut. The muscles of his deepened groin twitching, he moaning and bellowing then as would a bull feeling some discomfort. I stared and watched, my eyes transfixed upon Ron and his groin as what was his human maleness was on the move.The sisters sat rolling about the couch with wild laughter, amused to no end of Rons plight.A deep breath he straightened up, stretching his body out long and tall. As arms now forelegs, they reached to the ceiling. The sound of a harsh pop came from his mid section as bovine shaft jutted out just below his twisted knot of a navel. He stood suspended tall, his large heavy head pointing upward as well. I saw his eyes strain to focus down on the Sisters, and at me. The swelling testicles swung in a loose hung bag. Furry, but only slightly it was easy to see the veins and tube that would send his semen to its proper tool for insertion. He wiggled his bovine butt, tail swaying, making humping thrusts as thick skin pouch formed, becoming as his sheath. As layers of thick muscle grew and spread, it hung loosely to his belly, as if waiting to a final moment.Ron let loose a loud roaring bellow as if it was his only way to speak now. He tilted his head down and the Sisters and I too, looked closely as the sheath moved. Ripples of movement pressed out a circumcised, but bovine length shaft. The Tulip head of what Ron had as a man made it through the total transformation of man to beast, bovine and Bull.As if in slow motion, the lengthening shaft pressed itself out of the sheath. Inching out it swelled to something larger than even Elaine gasped of what she saw hung there before her lusting eyes. Soon it stood out erect, elongated, narrow at the end but thickening to remind me of a summer sausage where it reentered the sheath.A shaft all hot pink flesh, looking slick and oily, the sheath feeler hairs stuck and clinging to its stout skin. It was a major contrast to Ron standing there with his blackened furry hide.The sheath moved having s shimmy as the large bull rump made three harsh, pelvic thrusts. Ron stood with shaft out steel hard, rigid beyond his or my wildest ability to imagine. I watched it, fascinated by the shape, length, as if by standing erect and exposed to all, Ron felt some sort of pleasure in showing off his new maleness.The Sisters watched Ron begin to work his new maleness. The Sisters sat all turning their heads in unison, watching as seeing three long jetting streams of bovine semen. It roared out the end of Rons erect shaft, boiling out mixed with white juices and splattering on one already well, adorned spot of the living room wall. Standing and peering around the corner of the entrance to the living room I was obviously captivated watching a miracle unfolding before my eyes. As Ron finished his bullish transformation I had actually stepped past the corner, standing just a few feet behind the couch hold three powerful sisters.After a long moment the first round of male bovine masturbation Ron took a deep breath and then sighed as if to show his relief. The sisters sat there chattering amongst themselves, occasionally chiding Ron, gabbing about how he made a very nice looking bull, and looking at that very messy living room wall. Undoubtedly as if from past transformational conquests, this section of the wall held many dried splatters of differing colors, all of male semen, from those the sisters changed to be as animals.Once Ron composed himself some, his male pleasured sensations having subsided and that rigid shaft softened, drawing itself back into the sheath; Ron began to look as if he was feeling quite anxious.The Sisters all took their turns poking fun of Ron as being a bull, of his sheath and the dangling long coarse hairs that adorned the opened end. Marla got to her feet and without looking around, less she saw me standing there in the back of their living room, she walked up to Ron and began to finger the hairs that adorned his bullish sheath. Down lower hung two large testicles grown in size to equal a pair of major league baseballs. They did show quite some heft, swaying as if heavy whenever Ron moved a step in any direction. Ron felt the new sensations, turning some, tilting his great head, trying to see with one bugged eye how his sheath looked. Marla stood there by her new bull she continued to feel him up, as if her passion was of someday to be a true bovine slut.Ron stood then upright, but feeling his weight shift, he began to slowly, lower his new self to stand on all fours. Looking then even so out of proportion standing on his small pedestal, he stood precariously with four sets of cloven hoofs all tucked tightly together. He turning his head to face Marla, as if trying to get her to look at him and not see me.I stood there shaking in my shoes, scared if they caught me, yet somewhat wishing they would, while wondering what I might become, whether they would make me as I asked or do with me something like Kyle, Ron, David, or God only knows whatMarla reached out and gave a friendly scrub with a soft and nimble hand to Rons forelock. Then she took her scratching fingers to trace along his spine, giving a loop about his tail; as then knelt down aside his flank.Her hands moved to touch the low hung sheath. She began to squeeze the thing as if it were a washrag, needing to be wrung dry. I watched with interest and wonder as Ron stool silent and very calmly, seemingly enjoying what Marla was doing.I might have said it before, but Marla was one kinky female She toying with Ron, and his exceptionally large maleness I watched and choked as she poked her index finger up inside the sheath.Silly Marla knelt by Ron, her hands playing with his new bullish maleness. She chanting a rhyme of tickle, tickle, let me feel your pickleEdna and Elaine sat laughing themselves sick watching their younger sister work her ways, as if the dimwitted pervert of their family.Marla moaned seductively in her own sordid way; as she toying with Ron tried her best to drive from him his learned morals. Her playing received a renewed erection as the pink rod jutted suddenly from the end of a bovine bullish sheath.As her one hand gripped the hearty knob, it slid up and down the hot shaft. Pushing the shaft out into the room light, while all could see the steaming vapors rising from it, slick with natural lubricant it dripped of oils, while flaked from the dried encrustations of his own semen.Ron bellowed his bull voice softly, he twisting his heavy bull neck to allow one big round eye to watch this woman do her thing. Marla moaned from the raw sensation of a manly mind asserting to live and learn to love as does a bovine bull; if only from her touch.The throbbing sensations Ron could muster, making his bovine penis somehow vibrate, as if she might then know that what she did was quite pleasing him.Marla laid her head against the broad thighs, as Ron began to make slow back and forth pelvic moves. The moves simulated his learning the patterns for humping a cow. As he stood now mature in size, bovine of species, and quite male as a bull, his calmness suggested to me he found his new self as an unbelievable sort of thrill.I stood there as if in a trance as well, watching of my friend enticed to masturbate as do beasts and bulls. Marla worked on his animal side, instilling him to act more as an animal, and being for her sisters something to make big money working as a sire for hire. Grunting and snorting suggested how Ron felt with Marla toying about his new maleness.Catcalls from the two person female audience, had Marla doing things to Ron that one might only discover in some house of ill repute. Massaging of Ron’s navel, his sheath, and the imposingly long narrow sausage of a bullish shaft, as it protruded out of my good friend. Edna got up and opened a footstool, removing out from its compartment, a halter made of rope.Holding the rope halter in front of her well endowed, chest, she chanted some words; I believe she spoke them in Latin.I gawked at Ron, seeing he enjoyed now her touching, my own pants beginning to tent upward again, as seeing this I moaned a little too loudly.Elaine turned toward me, her eyes widened, she smiling and screaming, pointed at me, exclaiming of Ronny has a very inquisitive friendDiscovered, I dashed for the apartment door, running as fast as a scared person could; then swung the corner out into the hallway. I heard the sisters get to their feet, scrambling to keep Ron in place, while then one of them trying to chase after me.I ran down the hall and into the stairwell, up the stairs to Davids room and a phone to call the Police. I slammed the apartment door shut, then bolting the lock, and jammed a chair under the knob.My hands shook terribly, making it near impossible to hit the 9-1-1 buttons.A sister had followed my obvious trail, by the sound of her voice I knew it was Edna standing just outside of the apartment door. She called to the young man to give up any futile efforts. The tone of her voice seemed so consoling, as if of itself, it was beckoning me to go out of Davids apartment and follow her down to my ultimate and proper fate.I felt totally sated of my fear and headed for the door to open it and go quietly into some bestial existence. My hand saw on the door knob when Edna suggested that Ron being a bull would be delighted to have his friend join him, for Ron to cuddle with me, mounting his first real cowAnimal transformation was my fantasy true enough, but I had not passion for a gender change and becoming a cow for Ron might place our friendship in jeopardy.Stepping back from the door I urgently looked for something to defend myself. The small kitchenette had a nice assortment of knives; however it was unlikely that I could strike before any or all of those sisters would turn my hands in hooves.Anxious moments for even Edna as she standing in the hall could not enter, and was near in panic at the idea a man could possibly be so close and yet escape the Sisters. She cursed at me from the hallway, screaming, as then demanding me to come out and face her justice.She wanted to remind me of how she and her sisters made Ronny find his true fulfillment, even if being as a bull he would retain his maleness, but then he would also live his life as a beast. She mentioned how being male and under their kindly hands his gender would be to his benefit and their profit and continued livelihood. Then too I was to be reminded that the meager pains a man feels when changing is soon forgotten as he begins to breed. Then she spoke of how instincts become my guiding friend, teaching me new patterns to live life, learning to mate, seeking the fullest pleasure from life. Edna began to sound as if their gifting men to become changed into animals were some award. As if I were her personal quest, she the hunter and I was the game; as if feeling a sense of paranoia, she would relent her first thought of me being a cow and transform me into a sire or stud animal; me being so intelligent and forcefulI thought for a split second, thinking of me being a herd sire, for some years to come, then sold to the rodeo, or maybe for slaughter. In either case, her idea did not appeal to me. The thought of trusting her with my body and future was ludicrous at best.Looking about the apartment one would see that brother David was mister neat, while also a safety freak. I was frantic for a method of escape, my mind a muddled mix planning to get home and still wishing to join Kyle and David, but not wanting to be Rons favorite cow.Upon checking in the one bedroom, I spotted the fire escape just outside the window.Up I pushed the window, forcing it up so hard and fast the glass shattered making a ton of noise.Edna screamed to her sister of my escaping down the fire escape, she heading for the stairway, as I near flew down the iron steps heading for the alley that led to the parking lot behind the building.I made my way down to the street level and around the rear of the old apartment building. There to my astonished eyes was of all things a corral built, the pen where gallant Ron helped evil Marla, and placed Kyle as a Jackass, to await his transfer to some farm.The corral held one large, highly agitated, mentally disturbed, masturbating, Jackass.I laid out flat on the ground between a watering trough and the corral fence. Kyle remembered me, knowing David and having come to stay at our house many times. He just sauntered over toward me, his monster male organ swaying like some fire hose. He pawed at me urging if asking and wanting of me to do something, having his wishful hope of my helping him be again a man, or by the way he stood and displayed his giant black shaft, it was there for me to enjoy.It was only a few moments later when a rollup steel door opened, as Edna and Elaine stood on the loading dock with a monster of a bull, as all three were longing to catch sight of me.Ron now on all fours, stood bullish and calm, acting as if a tame pet. His total lack of concern for having become a bull was to me upsetting. Worse than that he had the keys to his truck, it being my only cheap way homeElaine gave a hearty smack to the bullish rump, ordering Ron to step down of the loading dock, and join Kyle in the corral.A Jackass brayed to welcome a friend, as Ron returned the gesture with a hefty moo. The women walked down the steps, and with closing the corral gate, they locked it; then tossed the two each a carrot.Elaine announced bold as well as brash and openly to the two new animals, informing them both of their shipment to a farm. She said an old woman name of Hazel Bell managed a farm, and would take good care of them, if they behaved. She wanted to impress upon the two that allowing their natural instincts and sexual drives to take control would keep them in the good graces of the three sisters. Ron eyed a look at Kyle, both stood silently by the other, tails swaying and swatting at a fair number than seemed thrilled about two large animal size rumps. As they played with new tails, the two looked rather jealous of the other as each was the epedemy of perfection in their male beast form.I waited and watched for some time until feeling assured the sisters had returned upstairs to their apartment.As I approached Ron, Kyle remembering me seemed to understand that the Bull was our mutual friend, Ron. Turning together to face me, Ron bellowed his feelings. The Jackass walked over to stand close, giving my hand a friendly lick.It was almost dark when a stock truck arrived. I lay near the water trough listening, but out of sight by all. A large muscled woman came from her truck and met with the three Sisters. Some money changed hands as they all walked over to stand and look at the newest converts.Ron went first, tugged along, he walking aimlessly up the gangplank, and into the large truck. The older woman, Hazel was her name; tied Ron by his rope to a steel ring mounted in the very rear of the cargo area.Next came Kyle the Jackass, he was not so willing. A stubborn man and now too as a Jackass, he balked and strained not wishing to be trucked anywhere. It was Marla with her newly acquired talent, took a hand full of tail, giving it a twist, she forced him to move inside the truck.The two new animals both loaded and left waiting, Hazel and the three sisters retired to their apartment for some social time. It was much later and getting dark when they emerged, Hazel walking to her truck. Being dark, I made my way to the truck and discovered it to be an antique. This type of truck used several long iron rods to strengthen the load bed, so using the rods as if a hammock, I stretched out beneath and hung on for the ride.The ride became long smelly as diesel exhaust made me gag, wanting for a breath of fresh air. Then in addition, the nervous pair standing and stomping above me inside the truck caused me some disgust, as the rank smell of fresh manure trickled down my way.At fifty miles per hour and hung over the trucks iron truss rods I could not move much. Both Kyle and Ron were feeling similarly I suspect. The ride offered them time to reflect and think, as vivid scenes of their transforming before those sisters must have given some feelings of embarrassment, or humiliation.Although I thought it strange of Ron to wink at me, making me think he was actually enjoying his transformation. I watched a vibrant man lose his human body, becoming a huge brute of an animal. He became docile seemingly his mind was overwhelmed by new sensual sensations. Ron gave in and gave up, either so unable to cop with what happened, or from becoming a bull he felt a sense of freedom totally unlike what he experienced as a human.Kyle standing above me was so enormous, as if becoming a draft horse size of being a different breed within the species of Jackasses. As from my short encounter with him after he became that animal, his demeanor remained intact. Mom noted at the diner table one night when he came to visit his stubborn attitude toward most anyone suggesting he do something different than what he thought proper. Oddly the fact the sisters made him as a Jackass seemed authorized. Kyle showed his determination first in the fifth floor hallway, and then when I met him in the corral.Personally I thought Kyle gave in to his situation, as if the raw sensuality of gaining such a huge male organ caused him to become excited about its coming use. Although he seemed nervous and obviously unaccustomed to standing on all fours, walking and knowingly realizing how an herbivore eats and needs to live must have caused him to urinate, and do it often.As I was lying there unable to move a foot right or left, Kyle stood directly above me in the load bay. His feelings of anxiety were expressed by giving forth several, stinking showers of hot Jackass urine.Twice though his shower began first off from between the heavy wooden slats that made the load bed, I was doused with long strings of white Jackass verity of sexual juices. The later flood of urine only turned into a musky mist, this suggesting his having a heightened sense of anxiety. Whether as a Jackass or otherwise, he then masturbated himself, spewing onto the floor of that old truck his load of changing semen. As the urine acted like some thinner, the mixture then rained from between the crevasses in the load bed.I must admit that those two showers were something very different. The thick scent of his urine changed, becoming so provocative to me personally, I began to consider the thought of asking the sisters to make me a jackass tooMy eyes watered and I could only blink them, as both hands were in constant and a very necessary use, they holding me on those vibrating iron truss rods. We went through city traffic and out the freeway until coming to a dirt road that led along a river to a country farm. Unbelievably even to me today, I suspect my fantasizing after the musky smelling spray lulled me to fall dangerously into a time of slumber.Fortune favored I remained stretch across those hard riding iron truss rods, less I would have fallen under the broad tires of that ten ton truck. Somehow I had held on, remaining in my iron hammock until awakened after the truck was stopped and unloaded at that country farm.The chirpings of birds awoke me, returning me to my living a life then of fear, less discovered I be possibly become a working part of that farm.A look around found myself as an unexpected guest of Hazel Bell and stock farm. Working myself free of the iron hammock, I stood up to look around with obvious caution. A large white house with red shutters stood not far to the right. I turned around and looking left there was two huge barns. They too were white with red trim and surrounding the barns a number of steel fenced corrals.The sounds of female voices turned my head, seeing two very pretty young women approaching, as they exited from the main house and were walking in my general direction.Quick thinking to hide, I doubled over dashing toward a nearby corral and fell flat next to watering trough.The two women jumped into the truck and drove off talking of piggy boars and how they like to mate with sows.I slowly stood up on my knees and then hearing another sound spun around.There looking at me in a calm manner stood one large, black and white, as a very well and endowed male Jackass. He stood there his ears twitching and tail slowly swinging back and forth. His nostrils wiggled, as no doubt the breeze wafted my scent differing scent in his direction.A ragged bray followed his taking interest as the same sound came from his exact double standing on the opposite end of that corral.I then remembered the words one of the Sisters of Circe spoke, as the Jackass was to meet and be good friends with David. So to test the waters I said softly and in as calm a tone of voice possible, saying the names David, and Kyle.The big animal ears perked up and with a soft grumbling sound, it began to saunter closer toward me. I knelt near the fence, ready to jump between the steel bars that made up the corral fence in case the beast should try to attack.As he came closer, the animal was having a typical male equine reaction to something it considered nice. I watched with an almost enchanted sort of lust seeing his sheath roll out first a flat knob end of his giant penis. Then it filled out, dropping to become a huge black hose, swaying and swinging with his every step.The thing stiffened becoming very hard, showing his excited arousal over seeing me, and wishing to be near to me. I eyed this massive male organ for the first time up and close, the flat ended and flared knob seemed near impossible for such to ever fit into a mare. I fantasized for a long minute, thinking how even if erect that blunt thing must be some horrible pain when it is jammed into a lusty mare. Suddenly I felt very guilty, my years of religious rearing reminded me of the way I was turning my animal fantasy into something quite perverted. The dream of becoming some handsome horse or even as had Ron, to be a bull of great size and strength was with the dream of just living life in a different way and or form. The ramifications of such lifestyle was then not realized, I never gave much thought to what an animal feels toward mating.My hand reached out with a twisted desire to take hold of the big Jack, to touch and get the feel of his massive male organ.In that split second of perverted indecision my movement was stopped by hearing a husky voice from behind me. Turning quickly, I pivoted on one knee to look up into the aged face of Hazel Bell.Her face showed her years, but otherwise she stood there looking strong and healthy, maybe a benefit from living on a working farm.In that same split second with turning away from touching the Jackass down low, my hands both dropped limp to touch the ground.A warm and friendly smile came over Hazels face, as she spoke then with a soft and caring sound in her voice. Her first words were of warning me not to touch the male organ of animals, even her special ones, as their shafts go places and get dirty, making them infectious.I announced that the Donkey was once my older brotherThe sense of fear welled in my throat, wondering if I might shortly also be striding about on four legs and hoofs.Hazel could understand my natural feelings of distrust, she motioned for me to stand up and face her. Then with a snicker and a mild sort of chuckle she talked of having only a working partnership with the Sisters. Her goal was to take ownership of those that became animals before the sisters sent them to slaughter, or some other method of death.Her words suggested of a woman with some sense of moral consideration for those men changed to be as animals, were still in some way worthy to be treated better than would those accursed sisters desire.She then motioned her had to wave toward her entire farm, saying she found those changed into animals came to her as perfectly healthy specimens. Those changed came into her possession as each a strong bodied, virile, and sexually delighted animal. In her way of thinking she was more than saving them from an early death; it was for her good businessI stood listening, rather astounded while she spoke, and of how she would pay top dollar for those made into animals, tending toward greed of the Sisters to save those poor men from some beastly doom. Those changed and being then a prime stock helped Hazel to sell them to proper and caring folks that saw an animal and felt love for them as a pet. She explained it was different than slavery, as those being sold were then as animals and by her choice were sent to a place they could live out their lives in a loving environment.She made comment about my brother David, he having first fought the onslaught of his instinctive drives, learned in a week his trade so well, he reacted favorably to her suggestion he be leased out for a stud.I stood there silently thinking of my learned brother, his five years in college were a waste. The wonder of what to tell mother, how does one explain gracefully that what was a member of your family was transformed. How would mom take the news of her oldest son becoming a Donkey Jackass and stud? Worse yet, could I say it nicely of how David has since willingly preferred to remain a stud animal, mounting mares and female equines; giving up his humanity, plans for a bright future, and even his belief in religion, something our father would never be in agreementA playful shove from the large donkey standing behind me suggested it knew me. I turned to him, wondering how to know if it were Kyle or David. Hazel saw the nudge, knew the play was one of wishing to be recognized, she suggested I ask him his name. I did as suggested, saying David, and doing it with a questioning sort of twang in my voice.Brother David exploded with joy, he knew me as I knew then of him. He charged at me forgetting his new bulk and stature. I jumped up two levels on the corral fence to get out of his away and wanting not to get stepped on by a brother weighing in at near a thousand pounds.My move to keep away stopped him up short, he braying as if anxious and wondering why I was not being affectionate.Hazel laughed at the scene, reminding David he was not my old brother anymore, but an equal to a two year old Andalusian Donkey.I saw him take a half step backwards, lowering his great head to where those thick lips came quite near the ground. He stood like that, nearly motionless except for his breathing, it made me think he felt some sense of embarrassment.David turned finally and would have slowly walked to the other end of that corral, but I called his name once more. He lifted his head, looking me in the eyes, and made a muffled half bray.I stepped down off the fence, walking with open arms to greet and give his mighty neck a brotherly hug.No sooner were we acting like two brothers meeting for the first time from a long parting, than Kyle bolted from the other end of the corral; he prancing over, eagerly wishing to feel my love.Hazel spoke to David informing him his services were required elsewhere. She had made an appointment dealing with his mighty ability at breeding mares or
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