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Too much in a hurry, driving too fast, checking a map, and a quick checked look ahead as in the headlights stood there in the road something large and furry. The car tires begin screeching as a stunned driver brought the car to a halt. Then stopped and still bathed in the headlights of my car I try to guess what she is, both larger than life, being naked, furry from head to feet, she looks as if wanting, beckoning.

There, as in front of me stood the essence of a woman and she as well similar, in many ways to being partially a bison animal, all in one lusty body.

"I am sorry for scaring you," she said, he manner of speech having a British twang.

I just sat there in the driver's seat of my car, my heart pounding. My eyes seeing as my mind not disbelieving of what I was seeing. As well down in my groin something was becoming royally stiff. She walked around from in front of the car to stand by the driver's side window. She then hunched down on her very muscular legs, to gain a better look at me, we face to face.

"Excuse me, but what and who are you," I asked, but as she snorted her hot breath into my face, in my thoughts I began to argue as to what I had just asked her. "No stupid, that is not the right thing to ask. I did not wish to provoke her anger, as she being so large, so muscular, she could rip the door of my car and do me extreme harm.

She just ogled her eyes at me, not speaking, seemed as waiting. If asked, I would need to admit that she, her lusty naked body and her smile aroused me, she being different, though erotically pretty," as I said "Please, let me begin again to ask as of who you are and of what has happened to have you being how you are so..., different. I have never seen any such as are you?"

I did not know what to expect next, yet there was something about how she was looking at me, worked to stir my mind to think of wanting to be near her, always.

"What I am now is easy to see, my body being partially like a naked woman. I am a woman endowed with a curse, spellbound to follow the natural passions of a Bison cow in heat. This me what you see is for the moment the real me, both woman and cow animal. I am as what that evil woman who changed me to be like this said, she called me a Bison Woman. My name is Marcy, I can still remember that, but given the passing of time, and as my body continues to change more to me becoming a Bison cow..., ahh..., (she sighed) my name and all I knew of my past shall fade." I recall so well that Marcy the animal woman said, as after she sighed, she reached her partially cloven right hand inside my car and gave a soft stroking to how my pants front looked stretched as tented from my stout erection.

"Please no, for as much from seeing you and what you are now..., I, ah me, would wish to make love... to you!" I recall having said; as with a mysterious desire building within me, my left hand reached for the door handle and I popped open the door lock as if I planned to exit the car.

Marcy used her cloven hand to help swing the car door open. She strode a step backing away from my car and stood upright. I began to rise up out of the car seat. As with the car door not obstructing her from me, she came closer. I was still partially hunched and rising up as out of my car when that Bison woman brought her furred cunt to within a couple inches from my nose. "Can you smell my state of arousal? I would like to feel you inside me. I have a dire need for a male to mate with me. You would bring out my beastly desires, as I could guide you to want for loving me always." She said, as I held myself half out of the car, suspended between my sane life and the insane notion of me having sex with that animal woman.

"Oh wow," I thought as from her weeping furry pussy came at me a spicy scent that oddly drew at me to poke my nose at her... cunt, to sniff deeply and let then whatever happened, to happen. Whether by luck, fate, or some divine intervention, my car, me, and Marcy the Bison woman became as engulfed in the bright lights of some other vehicle.

The bright lights at least blinded us or me. Marcy bellowing a true Bison moo of disgust before she wheeled around and kicking up sand, pebbles and dust, as ran off into the dark of that night.

"Hey buddy, what was that..., you OK, you look like you might puke, all gray-green sort of coloring about your face." He said, to make me think he was my likely savior from a foolish moment.

"Yes, I am still here, although..., oh sorry, yes I am feeling better, not as scared, eased that she is gone." I said to the fellow who with his vehicle had stopped me from doing what I knew then was a dumb idea.

"What was that big furry thing?" The man asked of me, as his asking got me to think of what she said to me.

"She, her..., ah that was the victim from some weird scientific experiment, she a pretty woman doomed to live the life of a beast!" I said, as the man said nothing more, but quickly returned to his vehicle and in a flurry of rocks, dust, and exhaust he sped away.

All was again as night and the darkness got me feeling vulnerable as if Marcy would return. I stood there feeling the cool night breeze as my thoughts pondered if I might like sticking my nose in her furry cunt and again inhale deeply.

"Nah," I said and with a turning lunge, I entered the front seat of my car and opening the glove box. I removed the pistol I put in there for rare and dangerous situations of the like what just happened. My line of business warrants me to carry a weapon for defense, and lucky for me I holding it, felt at ease, as ready to put Marcy out of her horrible situation. Even when I stood upright there beside my car, my weapon pointing toward the ground, I began to laugh. I stood there as rather bemused by my explanation offered to that helpful fellow, as I told him that she, Marcy was the victim in an experiment, when from what she told, Marcy was the victim of a witch. Neither account as of how Marcy had looked, seemed likely or believable.

I should have driven onward to the little town where waiting for me in the town jail was my next victim for the bail bondsman. Just then as out in the dark of that half moon's light, I heard Marcy mooing. I heard then another mooing sound, this mooed cry was different from the clearly feminine voice of pretty Marcy.

As for some odd desire still in my head had me thinking to call her name aloud in hope she would return.

I took a deep breath as to give Marcy a friendly yell, but sighed out the breath, deciding that my body and my style of life was what I liked just fine!

Now if I were a smart man, my tale of meeting Marcy should stop there and let all my memories of her fade into history. As I hunched down low to slip inside my car, I heard something fly past. Whatever it I heard but did not see, was flying ten feet above the ground and moving likened to an airplane blew the road dust into the air. The rush of it caused me to stand back up, my pistol in hand; I held it up as to aim it at the dark object.

Why, I might never know, but my index finger reacted and it pulled back the gun trigger, to fire off a shot into the night sky. I felt then stupid and began again to crawl back inside my car when from directly behind me I heard Marcy ask, "Were you shooting at me?"

"No, he was shooting at me!" So said a gravelly voice of maybe a woman, as she and Marcy, both remained hidden as if by dark shadows ignoring the moonlight.

"As to the gunfire, my shot, considering the speed when you raced past me, what was there in the dark to aim at? Neither of you were targets, your flight passed me scared me and my finger jerked and squeezed off a shot into the air." I said, while wondering as of whom and what was then there, I quickly ducked down to sit inside my car.

I tossed the gun onto the passenger seat and pushed the start button as engage the engine. I swung the driver's side door closed, and was ready to slip the car into first gear, when that gravelly voice spoke again. "And as just where were you thinking to leave us here and you go..., no, you will stay put!

Huh, and at my age, the ability to cast a spell tends to broaden the planned effects. I command of you sir to stay with us a while more!

As had Marcy felt my wrath for her foolish trying to steal from me, she now feels enthralled with her new and changed body. She thinks not of owning anything, other than to satisfy her passion to mate like a dumb cow, she was ready to let a born bull mate with her, after you rejected her lustier offer.

Indeed, your masculine sense of arousal about her has lit her flame of desire for you. Marcy had so affect on you when she coaxed you to give furry crotch a sniff. Now you two know too much about me as from here you are mine to do with as I have any need." The old witchy woman said as she walked in front of the car headlights.

I did not fully believe that in such modern times, a cauldron-stirring Witch was alive and able to command the devil hosts, and I foolishly tried to act bold with thoughts of leaving there any way possible, as I said, "Please excuse me, I have an appointment elsewhere." The old woman lifted one eyebrow as if peeved at me. As I became bolder and said, "You look to be too old for wishing to molest me, so what else then would want to keep me here?" I said, while hearing something else stirring through the weeds.

I had not long to wait, as wriggling under and then around my car were vines growing. Me wondering why vines could move as grow, of what did this old woman have the power to do, the vines moving to ensnare, envelope, and tightening their grasp, my car began to be crushed.

"What the Hell," I yelled as quickly scrambling out of and standing away from my car, only to seeing it and my gun, all everything become as wadded up into a crushed ball of wrinkled metal.

"There now, without your mechanical means of escape you are bound to stay. A man acting both bold but foolhardy, as these are the qualities what makes you as someone I like to use. Even an old woman gets lonely, and having a pet would make for company on long dark nights. Marcy became as a pet for a while, but as her curse began to mature, she began to grow. Although she likes you, is swooning with passions for you to be her mate, if I were to allow this, I would need cast a bold spell that shall transfigure you to being a Bison bull!

I do not think you would appreciate the brutal lifestyle of becoming a herd bull, whether Bison or some other breed of male bovine.

You need not reply, as from your surprised expression, the thought of becoming a bovine animal is not to your liking. Sorry Marcy, maybe Boris the bull there in his pasture was the right male to quell your lusty need.

I prefer to think about what I wish or have a want. Marcy, dear cow, walk away, meet and let mate with a born bull, Boris is panging to mate with you. "Ha, dumb cow, she cannot decide, just look at how she stands hunched forward, her cloven fingers stirring around in her weeping, juicy, furry, pussy. She left you and was nearly ready to let a Hereford bull mate with her, completing my curse, and her physical transformation. "

Me made to stand there and listen aroused in me fear combined with my being aroused and horrified at the thought of me becoming for this Witch as her pet. Everything that was happening tended to bring on a dire urge I me to urinate. Squirming, I asked the Witch if she would allow me the freedom to go into the dark and pee.

The old woman smiled, as I could sense her mind working, she planning to use my discomfort to add to my feeling as demeaned.

"You need to pee, ask Marcy, what does she do when comes the urge to pee, where would she let it go," The old woman asked of me, and her spellbound victim being a Bison woman soon to be a cow.

"Anywhere Mama, animals know no concepts of hygiene, we let it go wherever we stand." Marcy said, she milling around there by my crushed car, was masturbating as best she could and getting some moaning results.

"OK for her, but I am not an animal, I relate to social morals!" I recall saying, was acting foolishly bold still, not believing the old woman as being a true Witch.

"Well, where is there an outhouse?" I blurted out, speaking with a terse tone. The witch raised her arm and hand to point at a rustic if but neatly kept forest hut. She motions for me to walk inside, go into what was not there a moment before, I then asked, "In there?"

A slow strolling walk off the road and away from my crushed car, I made my way through the tall weeds to the odd hut made of wood sticks. Almost to the Hut, and reaching my hand toward the door and my urge got worse. I grabbed at the doorknob, saw then my hand, the fingernails looked different, changed, being then my fingernails as black cubes on the ends of my fingers.

My urge seemed as less right then, as I turned to give look back at the witch, only to see her as smiling. I stopped and standing there by the Hut, did hold up both hands for the old woman to see. The moonlight seemed to get brighter, allowing me to see my hands and forearms as changed as well. I began holding as turning my fast changing hands, seeing then that fur was sprouting to cover both hands, my wrists, spreading upward, along your arms.

"What is this," I yelled at the witch?

"You are becoming for me as my new pet," The witch said!

"I got a life and it is not being a furry pet," I yelled, feeling indignant while hating the thought of losing everything I had to become for this witch of a woman as her pleasure pet.

I noticed the old woman making a rolling hand motion and then flicking at me her wave of power. I felt the power strike me, as blurred my vision for a moment. I stood there feeling odd, a sense of new concern for what the old woman wanted outweighed my concerns then for my future. As I asked of her, "Dare I ask as to what kind of a pet would be pleasing for you?" I listened to my total changed worries, of my tone of voice showing not an angered state of mind, but a mentality toward wishing to please.

That old witch smiled with the most seductive sort of evil grin. Even as the witch smiled, I took a deeply inhaled breath what invoked some weird, as horny like sensations, forcing further stiffening to a rising occasion. I could but stand there as stare, looking at my changing hands and seeing the Witch begin to finagle her hands again, as though she were casting something less than a blessing upon me.

"OK there dear sir, the new you have begun, but for reasons of the future, what is your name," The witch asked. I stood there needing to piss, the hut doorway just two feet away. When I felt the ability to speak as within me again, I spoke loudly, answering the old gal, I announced, "Peter, Peter Anderson is my name!"

"Peter is your name, how nice and a good name that is easy to remember!

Indeedie, Peter if for you quite appropriate a name considering you as my pet!" The witch said, as I stared with a look of wonderment.

"You shall address me as Dear Mistress." She said, as more of me felt strangely different, that need to take a piss forcing the urgent need to know as I blurted out my one imposing worry as a question, "Mistress, what sort of pet, shall you make of me?"

As some suddenness to her purpose for her new pet, my changing arms and hands had grown then short fur, a silvery white color. I felt the fur sprouting around me everywhere, as human skin became the hide of an animal, my concerns turned to thinking of how best I might please my dear Mistress.

I had forgot the reason I was there beside that crude hut when with looking at her, the Witch offers a seductive smirk, and winks her right eye at me, what made me smile.

Just then my pants belt buckle snaps, the buckle flies off into the dark night. That reassuring snug fitted belt holding up those expensive trousers then let go its grip, allowing the slacks to fall, they lying in a heap about my furred ankles and feet. Feeling somewhat as trapped, I did kick off my shoes, fingered off my socks, stepped out the trousers to leave me partially naked but feeling freer.

I casually did a peered look down toward what felt like changes happening to me toes, feet, ankles, and legs.

"Hey there," I did give a yell, as the witch offered her remark and said, "All in good time!"

The wild tickling sensation of fur sprouting out from my skin was enough to aid with the already occurred arousal keeping my male member as gaining length and girth. That dire need to urinate became a demeaned concern, as my fuller attention is of watching my body becoming a pelt of mostly shaggy silver-gray fur. The color of my fur was very different compared to the dark reddish hue of my then beastly cock.

I began to feel uneasy about how the end to my changed cock had ceased to remain configured to looking human. The cock-head had lost the circumcision done to me after my birth, as then it stood stiff and quite tapered to a point but with a blunt-flat end. The Witch was watching me, as I was mumbling, seeing and feeling of my changed penis turned into a beast's cock. What was human about my cock turned a purplish-red, looked morbid, the cock extended to sixteen inches of sensual flesh.

My body, self, and me had and was then still changing, growing, becoming for the old Witch woman as her new pet. So, I did ask her the witch again as said, "What sort of pet am I?"

Even before the witch would speak and offer to tell me as to what my bodily form would be, my feet began to ache, twisting, contorting as they were drastic changing. What were heels to my feet rose up to become as hind- leg hocks, as knees buckled into a hunched stance, human toes turned black began to merge to form three toes!

My toes continued their reforming further into a cloven hoofs and a dewclaw, similar to the feet of a Bovine. The radical reconfiguring of my feet, legs, and stance, tend to work to add a forced urge to my penis into a grandiose arousal, of a beastly looking cock. Seeing and feeling my changes happening I did yell a yelp of one weird sounding cry, as from that misshapen cock began its spurting streams of ejaculating semen.

The witch was there as she stood holding a prepared clay jar to catch and capture the bulk of what my cock did ejaculate.

"Excellent my pet, a superior load, you shall work well as my pet and an occasional mate!" The witch said, as I heard and understood then what the word "Mate," suggested.

"Dear Mistress, am I now the new me, a furry hoofed half animal?" I asked, feeling sad though horny. "Are we, you and I to mate, as having sex, and I looking like this, doing it with an old cunt like you?

I would rather mate with a doe goat!"

"Huh, you seem to dislike what you never tried. In due course, I think you shall learn to prefer mating with me, rather than mounting nannies, ewes, and those who I would wish you to help damn whether they are female or male. You are now an anthropic goat, or a very furry satyr, imagine you then as a herd sire, a buck, just think about what you shall be doing from sunrise to sunset, every day!

Think of it, you as a well-hung, big balls Satyr, being quite insatiable your virility, with a passion for want for breeding with females. Your soon sense for lusting to mate will be for you as much your lifestyle as is breathing or needing to drink water. Even as we speak of it, you have grown a nice furry sheath that shall protect your satin sensual cock. Did you note that you sprouted your tail, and such a frisky tail it is, as shall at times be there to cover your brown anus?

Indeed, you are becoming for me the essence of what I when much younger than I am now, did do to my suitors, making them as lusty Anthro studs.

You as a stud shall mature during the coming years, until you be then all goat, a rowdy herd-sire buck. When a goat and all animal your body, you mentality still human but mixed with the mindset of a satyr. I shall loan and lease you to goat farms as a brute big buck at stud!"

"Me, me a satyr, and then a goat, a buck, me...," I began to say as if to deny what was happening.

"Oh there Peter, you were about to ask, as of why you should become a satyr and then a buck goat. You shall, but not before you come to me, and we either lay together, doing it Missionary style or you mount me, humping me, as were I a sexy doe.

Like I said, lust and the urge of feeling your big cock buried sheath deep inside a hot cunt, whether a nanny goat or mine, the need for sex is your newest and greatest desire!"

Horrified at what happened to my body, and from hearing the witch speak of my ultimate doom, the need to urinate beckoned me to walk, as strode out the doorway of her cottage. I had to look back and wonder as when and how we were at her home and of what the police found of my crumpled car.

Shaking my head as if to clear my thoughts, I began walking, feeling again that urgent intent. All of what had happened to me that night left me as a sex drunk, almost a buck goat, feeling the need to take a mighty piss!