"What now, you may stay or leave, yet the future for you has changed. Stay here, remain and by the morrow late near sundown you will be then a yearling calf size of a bull. Leave here, and try whatever you wish, you shall continue to change until those who say they love you will want to despise what you are becoming. Friends and maybe family will want to kill you, as chase you, the exhilaration is what will force onward the many changes, as after three days you will be walking on all fours and enjoying how your tail tends to tickle your anus.
Any female you knew as get near you will want to poke your muzzle into her groin a sniff her scent.
Any male friend you should meet and they touching you your infection will transfer and engulf them in due time as well!
Accept it that from being infected you and your lifetime is that of one who is damned. No bull ever walked through the pearly gates into life eternal. Nay friend, when this life is finished your future is that of the devils and their hosts. Yes this is all done by magic, and magic is not science it is of evil powers that are real and exist to work evil upon all that live.
Do then as you would being moral and your time living as a herd bull shall be very shortly lived.
Follow the bestial instincts and do as your body tells you, gain then rewards for the many you doom and you live on, always young, hearty, extremely virile, and enjoy the delights only we as animals now is great fun."
Sickly, I had to listen and seeing my furry body, feeling my tail move, the truer wish in me was to live, no matter the cost I deem upon others, I wanted to live, to lust, to become as is or are animals.
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