Chapter #4Alan stands enthused... by: Unknown Dear Alan, his youth and puberty would help to make his delighting of the old woman, her spell and his curse as much less painful. He lost all cares for his parents, and sister, having his minding sense of love changed. Even as part of his mentality knew what was happening as wrong, the essence of the curse he had enveloping him, became a driving force.
He saw his anguishing father stumbling alone the worn path leading toward the barn corral. Alan noted how his dad was looking more bloated about his guts and chest. His father's clothes ripping along the stretched seams, tearing away from his body with every stride he took. "Oh dad," did Alan mutter, when he saw his dad, as dress slacks dropped to the ground, and what should be a bare butt was looking very different.
Alan was as he walked toward the barn, going through very similar degrading. His attention held though as he saw his Dad bearing a bovine tail, and seeing how his skin was turning black, sprouting black body fur. "Aw dad," Alan moaned, noting how his dad, his legs were reforming, becoming the hind-likened legs of a bull. As his dad lost his balance, falling forward, he landing down hard, stood then as upon four legs with cloven hooves.
As what had become mostly a black Bull and came close to the corral gate, the gate opened to accept its new tenant.
"No, oh help no," Alan heard the voice of his mother, as she having already entered the barn, saw and did realize her cursed new self.
"Mom," Alan groaned, his own body, legs, arms, neck and throat undergoing drastic changes. Yet from having heard what the old woman said about his dad and of mom, he knew his mother was to become a dairy cow.
As Alan did reach the big barn doors, he peering inside, saw a nervous, tail flicking, golden brown dairy cow standing in her appointed stall, she craning her head to gaze about where she would know as her new home.
Even then, as Alan took his first step inside the barn, he turned his attentions to the right, looking at three furry butts with long hairy tails. He gawked at three dappled brown colored ponies, they flicking their flaxen colored tails, as if excited by his coming. Alan walked slowly, taking note as to the three mares craning their necks to cast a wary eyed look and their new trainer.
"Me, a horse trainer, that seems so silly...," Alan thought to himself.
As Alan walked closer to the three pony mares, he began to note that of each carried a different smell. As if the tails flicking were helping to broadcast at him the rather fragrant scents, he became oddly aware that what he smelled was urging a sense of sexual arousal about his loins. Alan felt embarrassed right then, he seeing and smelling the three mares, knew his masculine attraction for them as unholy wrong.
"My, oh my, but you do...," Alan had a thought, his sensation for wanting to do a great wrong was turning into an undeniable urge.
"What, yes what did the old woman say, she said something about the three pony mares as having come to the house as uninvited, and became then as pony mares. So, if they were girls, the act of mating could be a near righteous act!" Alan stood there mentally arguing with the parental religious teachings taught and adhered to by a loving son.
"Hello," Alan thought to say, but what echoed the barn was a loud, shrill whinny. The sound of the whinny startled Alan, as it seemed to encourage the mares; they raising their tails, showing each a winking vulva as if to beckon Alan.
Just then, Alan snorted, it worked to clear his mind, as he looking around, along his furred flanks, he saw his tail swishing as anxious feeling of stallion passions assailed his sensed desires for wants of mating each cute mare!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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