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A displaced retired man of business was at that age when his doctor ordered him to begin a daily regimen of some type of exercise. He went for his walks every morning around eleven. His neighbors thought well of him, he having given thirty--one years of diligent service to others, helping them in times of troubles, but now all that authority was all gone. Each day he walked two miles in one direction before turning a corner to walk a mile and then turn a third time to walk back home.

It was this one-day, a special day to him and his wife; it was their fortieth wedding anniversary, so he thought to walk a little farther.

He was enjoying the bright May weather, the air clear and fresh, the sun warming the air, flowers in bloom, he felt fine and quickened his pace. The usual roads he walked, he liked because they were paved, but the side shoulders were sandy or dressed with gravel. He had walked along some of the very rural roads, those made of gravel, but cars and drivers did not slow down when passing him, and covered him with a cloud of dust.

As he walked he would look down and ahead, he keeping an eye open for snakes or who knows what, but on this day, he saw something brightly colored, partially obscured in the sandy road shoulder.

"Well what do we have here?" He said, as recently had started talking to himself, doing something his wife did not appreciate hearing.

He stopped and knelt down to reach a hand and pickup the bright yellow colored object. It was a triangle shape, having a bold black number embossed on one side, as he flipped it over to see on the opposite side, seeing writings. A golden circle had within it circular writings. The letters were to him as quite unfamiliar, possibly middle-eastern of origin.

He chuckled about his find and put the trinket into his pocket before he walked onward.

Later, maybe an hour he thought it time to make his turn to walk back home. The sun felt quite warm as if direct overhead, even if the breeze felt nicely mild, he thought why push it!

Whatever the reason he thought about his new find, and taking it out of his shirt pocket, he held it in one hand as he pulled over his head the Saint Christopher silver medal he got as a friendly gift from an elderly army buddy. Always worried about others and even his things, he felt a concern about bending over if he found another prize find along the road. He wanted to keep the yellow triangle, as it was odd and very different. So, to keep it safe he strung it onto the silver chain with his religious medal, as placed it over his head and around the neck.

He was a man always struggling to be at peace with a world turned against him, as he would recall to troubling times and of an elder brother in the business wanting to find a reason to force him into an early retirement. Grumbling, he said, "I enjoyed serving my customers, although some of them were a little trying, having a middle name as Trouble!"

A Ker-chink he herd and as well felt when the tip of his shoe kicked at something in the road. "Oh yea, what the, and I found a second yellow triangle." He stood there as knelt down, to pick up a second yellow colored triangle. This triangle had again a different number set on one side, and again a golden circle with similar writings written in a circle. He took note that this triangle had a second as different number, it impressed within the writings were a six-digit number.

"Hmm..., must be my day for junk pickup." The triangle held a small brass ring attached to one corner.

"Silly thing," he said, looking at the brass ring as he walked. The ring taunted at his imagination, it looked to be near to fitting one of his fingers. He thought to try it on, and slipped it on the index finger to set beside his wedding ring made of gold. As he walked along keeping steady his pace, he began playing with the brass ring and fidgeting too with the yellow triangle.

The May sunshine seemed to be getting overly warm, he felt he was sweating, and he muttering said aloud, "Wow the sun is hot, even the breeze feels humid and a bother." As the afternoon warmth bothered him, he started to get a headache. The heat and his pain suggested a rest under a broad Elm tree along the road.

"I will sit here and stay out of the sun, for a while!"

The pain in his head was starting to be blinding and as he sat, he closed his eyes. The warm spring day, bright sun light, a long walk, his age, and other matters caused him to feel sleepy, to where he laid back as beneath a great ole' Elm of equal years to him.

Time passed as did some cars but nobody took any special notice of a man lying asleep at the base of an old Elm tree. He regained his sense of consciousness coming awake rather slowly. He lying on the grassy knoll below the Elm tree, opened his eyes to see large clouds, like marshmallow cream rushing overhead in a bright blue sky.

As his headache seemed worse even after having taken a nap, something else stimulated him to where he thought to exclaim as ask, "What?" His sighing bothered him, as a sigh to any human is but a sigh, the occasional sigh made by an animal sounds differently.

His sighed sound seemed quite different. It bothered him and startled the fifty-seven year old man. As he thought to sit up the pain in his head made him groan as he reached a hand up to rub at his right temple. The area about his temple felt numb, as his head ached, felt like it was full of cotton. As he stretched his arms, preparing to get up and walk home he stopped and stared.

Warm weather and short sleeve shirts show a lot of arm. Yet what he saw were two fore legs with cloven hooves of a bovine style. His arms covered in reddish brown hairs and cloven hooves where hands were before. Wedged in between his cloven hoof, he saw the brass ring and its yellow triangle. The sight of his transformed arms and hands should, as to anyone be a terror. He on the other hand, as not easily feeling wrought with fear. He sat there mesmerized and interested acting quite passive, since his lifestyle of recent months was not what he liked.

Still sitting he pulled at his T-shirt and with some ripping, he drug it over his head and off his body.

He had worked his lifetime being critical and controlled. What he discovered when half naked was the reddish hair blended with white hair growing over his chest, stomach, and down inside his pants. He sighed before saying, "What is this?" As stopping to breathe before he wanted to try to say his name.

"My name is...," he could almost remember his name but he could not say it aloud. His ability for human speech seemed as disrupted, as some seemed lost to him. He likely knew or had a premonition about his strange situation, as his neck ached from needing to carry a head growing more massive, becoming that like of a Bovine.

The ripping feelings coming from stretched to their limit tennis shoes were from elongated feet and cloven hooves busting apart. A struggle now ensued as using his fore hooves to push at and prying he tried at removing his leather belt and get off his pants.

Pants what if all was normal fell off when he would pick up a heavy object. As without the dexterity of human hands, the removing of his pants off obviously changing legs became a real misery. Finally, he wriggled the pants off his legs, needing to roll onto his back and kicking into the air the pants flew skyward.

He rolled to his right side knowing he had somehow changed, becoming more like an animal, he a bovine, as then gained a better view of him!

"Hello," he thought as with a realization about his arms becoming legs, hands changed to cloven hooves, and his body given a pelt of red and white fur, he felt determined to weather his situation. The reddish fur grew down legs to just above light brown hooves. A little white feathering above the hooves made for a realization as to what was his bovine breed, he becoming a Hereford.

His dear wife would be appalled if she was there, watching as to witness his strange situation. A few busy flies buzzed about and around where he had grown a boney tail. It too, had reddish fur with a white furred switch at the tip.

"Bing-Go, I am of the Hereford breed." He likely thought about how he had miraculously changed. He was a man-cow. The sensual feelings of a naked as furred bodily form offered new sensations from hooves, tail and flopping cow ears seemed to arouse his thinking mind.

His relaxing manner had him lift a hind leg and looked toward the expected larger maleness of a Hereford bull.

"Nothing?" he thought, as then did lean forward to get a better view. He had to cock his head as give one eye the chance to see what he had in his groin. All he saw was a patch of light pink flesh.

"I must be a de-nutted steer, a male bovine!" He thought, as arguing with his situation he pondered, "What the Hell good is this?"

He rolled over, as stretched his forelegs and gained a stance on all four legs.

"Ah... hah, this feels better," he thought, and taking a few steps the feeling of being on all fours seemed very natural. He tried then to walk on four legs, with cloven hooves digging into the turf. His new manner of stance and walk brought him a free sense of joy, the kind what sends his new animal self into frenzy of kicking and clumsy jumps. The bouncy movement makes other parts of as on the body to flutter and flick.

He was sure he felt the feeling of having an enlarged scrotum. He had to see what he felt as endowed from becoming an animal, a bovine, a bull!

He stopped his walk, the jumps, and cocking his head, he turned to give one eye a careful look back as under his bovine size torso. "What the Hell, teats, an udder, oh no please God no," he thought as felt true despair as he realized that he was a she, and a Hereford cow. He was as female a bovine, she a Hereford cow, a dumb, dirty, bull fucked, lousy cow!

He had for so long enjoyed serving others but did not like the idea of living life being a cow. Every step she took, bounced her body, shook her udder, swung her tail.

"How did this happen, why should I become a beast?" he argued with his situation. As would any animal trying to decide, she walked in circles as questions poised and she wanted to ask, wondering why me?

A breeze blew threw her furred legs, tickling her teats, cooling the skin on her bare udder, sparking a sensual desire wriggled its way into her thoughts. Walking across the open field, she headed toward a nearby farm wafting the scent of cows.

As she approached the fence, she realized something, the cows all had yellow triangle tags compressed in their ears. Tags like the one on her hoof!

"Oops," she thought, as with looking down at her fore-hoof, the brass ring and yellow tag was gone. She saw no yellow tag as attached in between her left front cloven hoof. The loss of the triangle sparked in her mind a response of, "Oh shit, I might be like this forever!"

Suddenly there landed a rope hung around her neck and she heard an angry sounding voice. There on the far side of the fence sat a man riding a horse, and he had lassoed a wandering cow. He/she was led to a gate and with a harsh tug by the horse, she walked through the open gate and enter what was a pasture.

An angered as disgusted changed man being then a cow, she a Hereford cow mingled with other cows in a herd.

"What do I do, I always hated salads, could I really learn how to graze; eat grass?" She thought, looking around offered a worse problem coming toward her, that being a big-balled bull!

The bull had the look of lusting to own a new cow added to his herd. She stood frozen from fear, watching the Hereford bull coming toward his afternoon prize. Hopes of a free and sensual life as a bovine, preferably a bull, even a steer, as all dashed by the soon reality of her being mated, screwed by a bull.

The thought of escape was clearly on the cowish mind, as she tried to tuck her tail down tight over her rump, covering her vulva, looking where to run. This was a new trick for both the ex-male human made into a cow. Thoughts about the worried wife and he a she being of fifty plus years, and suddenly become a young lusty cow, well that was a little much.

The afternoon he/she spent running back and forth, here and there, she hearing the cowboy laughing. The bull was relentless, he chased after his sexual quarry, taunting her with an occasional friendly moo.

As night fell, both the new cow felt tired of the chase and laid down to rest. The bull went back to stay by his cowherd, they at separate ends to the pasture. The man/cow was very tired since he originally was five times the age of the lusting bull.

The moon was in the new stage and night was black. The man/cow awoke with a strong urge to pee. As he/she found herself still cow and all cow, she let go a boiling stream from the bottom of her vulva, done with tail held high. It was a strange sense of being, he thought, as being female in body with a man's mind!

Looking around for his would-be rape minded bull, he/she decided it was the best course to get the hell away from there. Making the way back to the gate, he felt that nasty headache returning. A numb feeling spread over him and as he reached the pasture gate where she, the new cow collapsed.

A warm sensation of cow urine fall all over a bare shoulder, the red fur was gone, as Caucasian human skin without any red or white fur sparked the thought to awaken. He awoke, being naked as a jaybird, and completely a human. He looked in awe at his renewed healthy form, but was still dismayed to see that he was a she, having a cowish big vulva in his crotch. "I shall have enough trouble explaining why I did not return home yesterday, as the excuse must be both realistic and possible to be believed. Maybe I could tell the wife that I tripped while walking and hit my head. Yes, I blacked out and...!"

Ken traced back the way he came to being in the pasture. He found most of his clothes lying near the old Elm tree, and donning them on, he returned home looking like he had, had an experience.

It was Monday and his misses went shopping, she left him the usual note stuck to the fridge door. Later, when she returned home, my friend Ken told his whopper of a story.

His Misses was at present unable to suggest anything else, so she kissed the ole' fool and let the situation pass, for the then present.

Later, that afternoon my friend Ken told me his strange and unlikely a story. Ken was as patting himself on the back for NOT having to tell his wife how the yellow cursed triangle had caused his change of appearance, and the real reason for his not returning home.

That night and the moon was in its fullest of blazing full light, being an omen maybe for what happened to Ken and his dear wife. He showered before bed every night as a hygienic regimen. There on the bathroom countertop set the two yellow triangles he took out of his shirt pocket and laid them stacked, touching upon the other. As Ken told of it later through the iron bars of his internment cell, when in that bathroom, he happened to smell something as overly warm, like ready to spark a fire.

Ken saw the two yellow triangles were smoldering, he felt at them and they were too hot to touch. He returned to getting dressed and began pulling down over his head a clean T-shirt. His left hand stroked across his right side chest nipple and felt of it as then quite puckered. He stopped to look and discovered his chest was swelling, he with a cow vulva between his legs, was getting then shapely tits.

He touched his then dark brown nipple and sparked a wave of sensual delight flooded over him, making his vulva to begin weeping. He moaned from the sensation, he recalled having had a similar reaction when first discovering he was becoming as a bovine. Anxious with wonderment he shuffled his feet on the bathroom rug, as gaining again the feelings of when he first stood on cloven hooves.

Luckily, for a short while his dear wife stayed busy elsewhere in their house. As Ken stood there, he felt a strange urge enveloping him from head to toes. He did not know what to expect, but the yellow triangles were then smoking.

Looking around, Ken saw in the steamed bathroom mirror his butt, and it had sprouted above it a tail, a very goaty tail. His seeing the goat tail reminded him as of the rug he was standing upon was, it a real goatskin his wife thought was a posh thing to have in their bathroom.

Fur was again sprouting on his thighs, buttocks, and through his/her crotch. It scared him, but at the same time the rush of new changes aroused him/her, bring on an orgasm that lasted for several critical minutes.

The still steamed over bathroom mirror blocked his ability to view how he was changing, but he felt different, discovering he oddly liked what was happening to him. Ken felt no worries or any concerns as to what his wife would think when she saw him being a she, and in part nanny goat as well.

As he raised her arms in a harp like bow above the head to look at where the body fur was growing densely, the stretching the left forearm-wrist brushed across a sharp object. As hands began to search as feel, they found two horns, very sharp and a foot long. Horns, rooted deep in her skull the ribbed horns curved toward the rear of her curly furred head.

Feeling the weight of her head being different, she gave a shaking of her head as found even more changes. Her ears, both then longer, pointed, furred and mobile flapped at her face when the head shook.

The bathroom was becoming very warm, heated by the two triangles there lying on the bathroom countertop. The warming worked to clear away the steamy view on the big mirrors. Ken stood there in awe, he a she for sure then gawked at her reflection.

Ken recalled saying an "Oh my," when first seeing how his body as changing, becoming more like a female human her torso and as well similar to being a doe goat. She stood with legs spread wide, standing on big as tall goat shaped legs, hind feet and cloven hooves. She combed her petite fingers through the thick locks of her furry thighs, what gave her a second orgasm.

The goat fur covered Ken everywhere except on his chest, leaving those succulent tits as bare skinned, highly sensual, and making what was an elderly man look like a twenty-year-old female satyr. Strangely becoming to Ken was how her head looked mostly like that of a goat, even having a muzzle, but retained the ability to speak as could a human.

The word and title as to his changed self sprang into his mind, "Satyress," yes he became fully a she, was all-female and part a goat. Ken searched the bathroom for just the proper item, finding the toilet plunger. She stood with legs spread and inserted the wooden handle of the plunger into her vulva and began thrilling her goaty sex.

The resulting orgasm lasted for twenty lovely minutes, Ken moaning, made such sounds of feeling pleasured his wife heard her husband, as this made her inquisitive.

A harsh knocking at the locked bathroom door was a wife wondering as to what her husband had in there with him.

Ken felt then there was no way to deny the reality, and stepping nearer the bathroom door; she unlocked it and opened the door. Ken stood there in all his rejuvenated, as much younger female and goat form, the sight of her causing his dear wife to faint, falling over backward there in the hallway.

Ken dragged his wife to their bedroom and with greater strength of her renewed body; she lifted the grown woman with ease to lay her on their bed. She stood there talking to his wife, knowing that when she awoke the sight of a Satyress in their bedroom would be still as quite disturbing.

Ken decided it was better if she left their happy home and for her to wander until she found a place where she could live freely. She knew that this second transitioning would be a permanent change, and as much as Ken hated to admit it, she liked being a Satyress!

His story could have ended there, but it did not, as Ken, a she goat went to roaming, two young males, and both college students, who saw her. They trapped her because Ken felt distracted about where she could find a place to reside. The happy-go-lucky attitudes of the boys thrilled Ken, and she thought how the youths could thrill her as well.

The three formed a sexually based commune, the Satyress giving of her sex, as did the two students give back their passion and semen. Sex and fondling of Ken took the place of their desire to study, and this brought about concerns of the college and the parents of the two friends.

After two months of daily and continued sex with a Satyress, the two students were gaining muscular physiques, new body fur on their legs and feet, as did their genitals change. Their returning home during a midterm break got their mothers upset, which called the college, who sent security guards to check on who might be residing at the college apartment housing.

Ken fought to remain free but was Tasered into submitting to her arrest and an internment to a cell at the state hospital for the criminally insane. I went there and interviewed Ken, who being like he was, a she, and partially a doe goat, felt elated, if quite horny, happy to be a Satyress!