Bob went shopping for that perfect present to give a friend when he hit the 50 year old mark in life. Everywhere he went the bigger stores had nothing to offer of what Bob thought would make a good white elephant sort of gift. As then, walking through an alley to where he had parked his car, Bob saw a side alley, and in it was the door to a shop named "Chides of the Times."
The tinkle from a brass bell above the entrance told of a customer entering the small shop.
An elderly China-man stepped out from behind a curtain, he with a broad smile on his face. "You want something to have good night Mister?" he asked.
"Oh," Bob said, "and such as might I ask what you wish to sell me?"
"I sorry to think you were here before, my mistake. You different man, want queer gift to give to a man reaching 50 years his age. Fifty dollars I show you an ointment of big pleasure, intense feelings of rare delight," offered the old man.
"Like how could you know what I came here looking for," Bob asked, he feeling foolish.
"Hmm," the man held his two fingers to his left temple and then smiled. I have an ointment offering renewed great strength, much heightened virility and an enhancing of the sensuality no female could resist!
Oh, I have too a fine wine to bring out the desire to snuggle and enjoy the open air.
There, two possible ways of finding what is righteous for your friend, and if you use either as well, maybe the bettering of your lifestyle for someone you love," the old man said as then cocked his head.
"No," said Bob, he adding, "I live alone, my life is mostly my job and few things what interest me, actually, my life is quite dull. If I could choose to change my life around it should be a life of good health, wishing for strong personal relationships, and my free constant choice of female companionship. My life would be made better if there were less responsibility, a lifestyle similar to my friend. Now, that is a wish that even your ointments, wines, and salves can't offer a solution."
A scowl came over the man's face then he grinned, and waved for Bob to follow to a shelf on the back wall of the shop. As then the old man did open a pair of locked glass doors, reaching inside on his tiptoes, he took hold of a jar filled with a clear substance.
"Here is your desire in this special once in a lifetime body ointment. At the price of five thousand dollars will bring you the easy life, and gain much freedoms with your lady friends. This enhances your masculinity, turning others with lusting eyes so they beg for your sexual attentions!
Indeed Mister you could have a life of ease, no worry about money, and most important excellent health for a richer life!" said the man with a big smile.
Bob was a good bit as unsure his greatest endeavored wish came in a jar what he would need pain on his body. As my un-trusting friend then asked, "If I take it and I'm not satisfied, what then?"
"When the ointment is used the sale is final; I know from past sales of these ointments that never is a jar brought back for a return. I sure you will find pleasure untold if you purchase the jar," said the man.
Bob was a cheapskate at heart and walked away, as he went searching for a cheaper way to get a thrill. In a darker corner was a host of very small jars, all with varied colored ointments, salves, and each had on the top lid a number. "What are these?" Bob asked.
"The darker the color the more evil the use. The lighter the color the more kind and considerate. The numbers tell of the total days it lasts!
Customers use them for a extra thrill on a vacation. Some last a day and a night, while others last onward for days, week, month, a season, and longer." said the man.
"Fine but what does it do for the person?" Bob asked.
"Matters where they travel to and what the surroundings offer and suggest. A trip to jungle could be a swinging good time, or a dude ranch could let you horse around, and go for a swim with Dolphins," do you understand Sir.
"All these, as say I went to a country style bed and breakfast what then?"
"Then apply it and choose who is your mate for your vacation stay, it is that simple," said the man.
Bob was by then as discombobulated about all he had seen, his weekend vacation time was almost used up, he had two or three days left. The price of what he might pick needed to be way less than five thousand dollars, but how much should he spend," he bluntly asked.
The man looked at Bob before he then looked back at the expensive ointment, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fifty dollars per day!"
Bob recanted his cheap thought and looked for a number three, as grabbed a black colored ointment from the shelf.
"Ah-huh, fine choice Sir, I suggest a nice time in the country might be very thrilling," said the man as he took the cash.
My friend Bob then left that shop and proceeded to drive as suggested to a quaint bed and breakfast place in the north woods. I'd been there before a few years ago and had mentioned to Bob of beautiful women staying there, looking for a man with virility. However the If the ointment worked as Bob thought, it shouldn't be any problem finding someone to spend the weekend with. Bob checked in and paid for a three night stay. He told me later about the very friendly old woman who ran the place, as Bob wanted to try his virility ointment, he asking not to be disturbed at all.
He entered his private first floor bedroom and immediately took the jar from his luggage. The old man had told him that all he need to do was to message the ointment on and choose of who then he felt a want to spend fun time enjoying.
Bob removed his clothes and opened the jar, it having a nasty, musky odor, as the smell filled the room. Bob went to the sliding glass door leading out to a patio, for some cool fall air to counteract the smell. As then, and Bob dipped his fingers into the ointment, and started rubbing it all over his self, while anxious to get out and find a hot date...
Odd is the best word to describe the warm feeling that invaded his body as the ointment seeped into his skin. The lusting desire for female companionship became as overwhelming. A sniff of the fresh air brought a thick odor of female musk. The desire to follow his nose lead Bob away from the old dwelling, and toward the smell so intoxicated to his mind, as he walked nakedly closer to the origin of that scent.
Suddenly, Bob stopped and looked straight ahead as there parked between to large semi trucks was a large pickup truck and trailer. Bob stood for a moment and then wondering what he smelled, then walked closer to the trailers back gate. A look into the dark with some areas lit from parking lot lights, Bob stood there feeling dumb, eyes went wide, gawking at the sight of two healthy Angus breed heifers.
Stepping back down, Bob laughed and started to walk away. As the breeze whipped up the odor it hit Bob, making him feel weak, and he fell to his knees. Shaking his head it felt as if filled with cotton. Thoughts seemed vague and a lusty desire engulfed Bob, suggesting he needed to inspect the heifers; as enter the trailer, he getting much closer seemed to be the right thing to do. As then he did climb over the gate, Bob jumped into the trailer for a closer look at those pretty creatures. A touch of the first one's soft black fur gave a shiver down his spine, and goose pimples sprouted over his skin.
Oddly, Bob began salivating, a froth of foam on his lips as he recalled having lowered his face to look directly at the first young cow, eyeing her black vulva. A moment of joy mixed with a sudden unknown desire as he did lick of her most private young part. Unknown to this day, but Bob stood the in absolute unbelief hit, as he jerked back and stood there as suddenly feeling as if drunk. His mind was spinning as again a soiled tongue licked at dry lips, Bob having an intent for another slurp of that heady juice.
Bob reached a hand to hold himself up as lean on her flanks. The wiggle of the nervous heifer had Bob try to hold her, he seeing in the dim light what moments before was a ointment tainted human hand and arm, were then as all bovine, a foreleg and cloven hoofs. He stood and stared, as indeed he had a cloven hoof and blackened skin. His foreleg growing black fur there and looking, the fur was everywhere. Leaning more forward and giving the black cow vulva a sniff, her scent and the ointment were blending, forcing his body to change, as black skin and black fur swept over his entire self.
As Bob turned from one side to the other, seeing as his new bovine form bloomed around him. A snort and sniff brought that wonderful smell which purged his brain of human moral thoughts. He looked down to see a wavering bright pink tapering cock arching from a black hairy sheath, as the sight of the heifer rump looked so fine. He just leaned forward and was reluctantly surprised as his stance seemed to change, allowing him to thrust, and entered to where the heifer held him fast and tight.
Bob began rocking about the feeling so right, he I knew the cock would soon shoot out a load. As he almost fell over when what he forgot was not solid ground made keeping contact wit the cow as quite difficult. Right then the thought of the fact that the truck and trailer were moving, heading on their way to a farm. Two Angus heifers and Bob becoming more akin to being a Angus bull were a holiday he was about to enjoy.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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