Kyle just finished with his Sunday dinner and excused him from the table. His past week was to say little disturbing. He having messed up and caused the boss one major problem, and with the coming of Monday there would be hell to pay for him.

His parents, sister and aunt sat by the dinner table as he wandered first to his bedroom and flopped on the bed. Looking up he watched the ceiling fan turn until he was about to bust or scream aloud.

"I'm bored, bored, bored!" he said aloud. Jumping up it was his first thought to take off and jog a mile or so just to work off the stress. The slam of the front door told of his leaving as he took off down the dusty road.

The springtime sunshine was both hot and humid making Kyle sweat quite heavy. Soon his shirt was off and then T-shirt as well. A turn down the path through the Longacre's woods offered shady from the sun.

A trail cut decades ago by Mister Longacre's grandfather trail a spring fed stream. The babbling brook made calming sounds and if not the running, it was helping him calm down. A sound of someone else running seemed to touch his ears. Kyle looked right and then left even as he jogged along the trail.

The sound faded and he again took to running as fast as he could along the trail. Zig and zag he stepped around tress and followed the curves of the brook. Then the echoed sound of another running, of heavy footsteps coming swiftly closer, again made him look.

THUD and the entire world suddenly moved into a dark void, happening as he remembered falling to the ground.

"Are you all right young man," she said, a question asked by a soft female voice.

Kyle opened his eyes slowly finding himself looking skyward into the pretty face of a mature woman. Her face almost into his, she bent and leaning forward over him so close that her long hair draped down, surrounding his head and face, literally blinding his view to either side.

"Owe, yes I hit the tree when running I thought to turn and look as I ran and…!" replied Kyle.

"I see, well you have been unconscious for quite some time. I found you and stayed by until your mind had cleared and you could again join the realm of the living," she said to Kyle, he thinking of what she said, she spoke it in a suggestive sort of manner.

Kyle tried to get up but found he felt strangely all numb. His right hand came up to feel the knot growing on his forehead but as it touched skin he stared out with sudden alarm.

"Fear not young one for I did wash your face in the blessed water given us by our sacred Mother Brook. Just by the dripping of water comes natural ways of making those injured better. Oh, but I must say, as most of those so touched by her, discover their lives made healthier. I heard you moaning about work, problems there, and of a family that lacks of understanding. Thus young one your’ pleading words touched the soul of Mother Brook, as they did me. Therefore, to help you and you can help me I did request a once Elvin mother to grant you a change in life, offering better than any you might have hoped to enjoy. I see you have noted her blessing, your strength is returning, you can stand soon on your own, see there the flow of her strength and the nutrients surging from the moist ground to grant to you a body worthy the position of which I have available for you to fill," said the woman.

She with her helping hands took hold, guiding the flow, a wondering look down saw then hands, fingers like roots sucking up from the wet ground that what would make a body to grow, adding bulk. Fear mixed with an odd sense in his mind of wonder, Kyle felt rooted to the ground, even as his arms swelled and a greater sensed strength entered into his chest. The strange feelings in his hands he quickly forgot as from his eyesight clearing he saw the womanly form there with him, she then took hold of his complete attention.

"Holy Cow!" said Kyle.

"Cow, no not me, Capra, as in being a goat, you might exclaim such as that," she replied with a laugh. She struck a more alluring and sensual a pose, turning her torso slightly to give Kyle a fuller view of how she and her voluptuous body that had especially perfectly shaped breasts, as well what stood there was as much akin to being a goat-like, having shaggy hair from her waist down with legs, feet, and cloven hooves.

Male eyes gawked at who stood there before him, she the essence of what a young man would enjoy to make love, personally arousing, she had the body so sensuously female, bold was she the fantasy form of a womanly satyr. Her age was unknown but just the look of her face told of her familiarity as how to allure men. She was full of form yet not fat in any way. A sheepskin cloak covered her shoulders and upper chest but did not block the view of those most succulent nice breasts. As his eyes panned up and down the very feminine form, what was moderately human changed to be like that of a goat at just above her waistline. As from there and down to her cloven hooves, she had silky goatish shaggy gray fur with blotted dots of black, covered over strong legs like a goat, Kyle eyed her with interest. She allowing him to look at her form changed her stance, with legs spread wide he from his lower vantage saw more of what would lure him to want and accept what she wanted him to do.

"Are you real," Kyle asked of her, his eyes bugged wide open, he stunned by what he thought he saw, mouth open, tongue hanging out and the end wanting to curl and wiggle as he continued to gawk at her lusty form.

"Yes, young friend I am very real as you too are real," she replied as if the situation tickled for her, her sense of humor.

Then Kyle remembered his head and felt not one growing knot but of two sore spots where he might have slammed into the tree, all of what he thought his feeling hand had felt. Unable to move his rooted hands, she stepped close, and with her hands, she did touch and give him realization to what he felt that hurt. Sore a head but not his forehead, the pain he felt came from nearer his temples, as there she touched them, allowing Kyle to feel what would be soon as thick horns used to defend his place in a herd.

Slowly the gracing hands came down to give Kyle a fuller idea of how he was changing. As petting hands stroked at bulked heavy muscular a body, Kyle thought to turn his heavier head, he looked down the length of his body and was of fond hope he was imaging the entire situation.

As eyes looked downward, he opened his mouth and gasped. What he noted first was he had become completely naked, his clothing removed, the shirt, jeans, and shoes, socks, all folded and set neatly in some worn burrow of a large tree. More did he notice, as what was his body had begun to change to something he never would imagine could ever be as him! Seeing there how his humped forward of self had growing from out skin a black coating of soft fur. Soft he knew as she who was there continued her stroking of hands through the fur and attesting to the bulking muscles and changes raking his entire body.

As Kyle knew his body was changing, her touching of him seemed to quell his fear, He knew his human self was soon to be gone, replaced by him becoming as an animal of form, but he wished not to be a beast in mind. The bulkier his chest the more he began to feel a want for what was to come. He knew this was wrong, he should want to break free his rooted fingers and toes and run home, but as much home seemed to be more then as one living in the wide and green pastures.

“Love it,“ she said as with her hands she smoothed them about his changing body, not stopping to remain away from parts of him he thought were privates, but there she used her index finger to trace about them, letting the one changing to realize his greater changes. From this Kyle imagined and or knew he was becoming bovine, hefty of bulk was his form, he looked up and away, see in the distance a herd of all black cattle as those there at the Longacre farm. A craned head on an immensely stronger a neck aided with a wanton good look down and along his right side. Seeing was believing, at what he could see was of much more dark hair, and farther were the hindquarters of a quickly maturing beef cattle animal.

"No this cannot be true, this is a dream," Kyle whined as he heard his words slurred coming out a changing mouth with thick lips becoming usable more for gathering of food than to help him speak his mind. Seeing the distant cattle and considering what this woman and hr Mother Brook was doing, caused in him a moment of worry, he wondered of what next for him, would he become as soon a female cow?

All worry of losing his gender and becoming a cow ceased, as she knowing his thoughts, did stroke her hands over exceedingly large testicles, and along his belly to where her hands cupped the girth of a very bovine bullish sheath. Then he peered down and bending forward saw to his amazement, hung low but large he had huge testicles that swung and hung low to his hocks. The saw as having grown just below his bellybutton the open end to his bullish sheath, it there pointing up toward his gawking face, he could just make out the pinkish end of what was inside.

In a quick move, he looked up at the satiric woman, he with his eyes telling of not terror, but as if, for him he felt joy and a new desire of not being as anywhere else but there!

"Mother Brook gives you a new life and form to which all around you will give praise for your abilities. No boss to give any a worry or having please, yours now is a life made up of pleasure and ease. You are destined to become another prized bull for the Longacre Farm! Think of your life ahead Kyle, and the ease you shall come to know and enjoy. Why, the most working effort expected of you is the keeping the cows mated and thoroughly pregnant," she explained.

Kyle stood there feeling as if he should want to stand more hunched forward in his stance; the bulk of his body becoming so different made a growing desire to stand on all fours. A jolting thud and he was on four legs, four sets of cloven hoofs and had to kink his longer, strong neck to turn his great head, he ogled one wary eye as he thought to look up at the woman satyr. His eyes had spread wider apart and his human face melted into true bovine form, as then his mental thinking process began to conform.

The worry and concerns of his human self, of work, family, and even of his changing body ceased to be unworthy a reason to remember them in the least. So sudden he lacked even a little desire for seeing again parents, that nasty sister, or any human at all. His line of sight though limited, as then balanced by other senses, that of acute hearing and a rich sense of smell. His nose turned toward his savior woman, he reaching his muzzle toward her did sniff a whiff of the musky scent availed in her groin. His want for giving it a sniff did more to stun his mind to attest how much he had changed, it became worse when he felt entitled to give her a lick. That same large and nimble tongue reached out, the tip curling as it pressed at, and pushed past the black lips surrounded by thick fur, as if to test the flavor of a possible quest.

A wagging head let a shivered shudder race along done his spine, it rocking his bulked body, swinging his loose and low hung big balls, and fluttered the thick sheath he had then on his belly.

The goaty woman laughed, she felt no sense of embarrassment by his male animal touch, he was learning to pay closer attention to what he was there to do, that the mating her many cows. Just then, the breeze stiffened, it turning cast toward a bull learning his trade the essential wafting many scents, the basics for him then coming from Longacre farm herd of cows.

Want to move, a crackling sound was with strong legs Kyle began to move, his cloven hoofs breaking free from the roots that brought to his changing body the nutrients enough for his growth. One-stepped stride forward, Kyle thought not to bother looking back, but a few more steps along and he gained a rabid interest, it was as if he had but one and only an avid wish, and that to join with the herd, he to be with then his cows. Kyle ignored the peaceful sound of that life changing and babbling brook, it meant nothing now, as even she the female satyr was not worth his continued consideration.

In clumsy leaps and bounds, his much different stance and manner of movement formulated into the easy gaited walk of a bull. As she watched and felt an appreciation equal to that Kyle would soon feel too, a young bull took his place of honor, he standing atop the high hill looking down on a grazing herd, they were his herd to guard and keep contented.

Any human thoughts with the passing of time held any meaning to Kyle; he was in a realm of his own, a brutally bestial world of male bovine bliss. None there of the herd dared to confront him; he knew what to do and quickly gained an excellence, he using his body in a frenzied desire to continue to feel what he as a bull found to be a great thrill. His life became what she promised, a life of simplicity and ease. He who became a herd sire bull grew to enjoy it; Kyle learned well the manner of mating with cows as his body continued to increase in bulk, until his size soon dwarfed many of his elder cows. His weight and bulk made the mating with his cows as something quite strenuous. Once up and mounted, Kyle learned to take his time, humping a while longer than at first when new to his standing coupled with a cow. He liked that feeling of raw sensation, that of his stocky long penis, and as how it sunk into the hot depths of any a cow, he would delight to breed.

Difficulties came when with age and bulk, the lifting of such a body and the blind aiming required at what he liked, caused in him a sense of dread. Kyle began to feel a sense of concern if not a worry, as if a level of instinct to itself, he knew his end was near.

Bound to happen, a warm and wet spring morning there stood one of his, a young bull snorting and pawing the earth, as grown into his maturity, felt the urge to challenge he who was the herd sire. A jousting game turned to real combat as young muscle fought with he, the experienced elder bull. As the young one lowered his massive head, so did Kyle, as the bout continued from morning to the dusk of day.

Near to sundown and with a hard wham there came a heavy thud, as down went Kyle and into the dust.

"Are you all right there, friend," asked voice of someone sounding kind and concerned for his wellbeing, a voice and language he, Kyle had long hence forgot was ever possible.

Befuddled and murky were a blend of memories and thoughts of the recent times, somehow they seemed as drastically different. Kyle and his memories were to say the least, screwed up, he lifting his head a little; he reached a hand to give the feel for what was sore spot on his head.

"You have sustained quite the bump, had I not come to your aid that young stud son of yours might have killed you," she said, her words were as true as he knew she meant them with her concern.

He lifted his head so he might hear her better, as if then to see and think again as head whirled.

"What am I, ah, where am I," asked Kyle, his mind a pool of confused thoughts and very distinct memories.

"You are lying here in my pasture butt naked and covered in blood. You had a fight with your son, he now to be as my prize bull, a position you just lost! I am Misses Longacre and the owner of this farm, and you are?" She said in asking of Kyle, forcing him to think as he had forgotten how to think, knowing he was a jumbled mess of disturbing memories about his appearance and situation.

"Kyle was, or is my name!" Kyle replied, it taking much time and concentration of mind to think of his name, wanting to say more, a remembrance of words, and how to use them seemed as something vague. As Kyle thought to look up as if for some real reason he should know this woman, the recollection of her seemed suddenly quite vivid. A double take looking, as he took a better look at her face, the memory of a satyr woman, his changed body, and now the face of Misses Longacre smiling at him, many things seemed to fall into place.

"You, your a satyr woman," exclaimed Kyle.

"Say a what," replied Misses Longacre as if surprised by what Kyle said.

Kyle sat there on the ground, he wanted to say nothing more and felling rather foolish as well, knew then he was naked and a sense he had not felt or thought of for years struck, he felt embarrassed by his being naked.

The sound of approaching heavy-laden hoofs coming across the hard ground turned the attention of Kyle as he saw the approach of the big black bull. Misses Longacre stood there seeming unconcerned; she then looked down at Kyle and did smile. The bull stepped to be quite close to them, it giving a kindly sniffing of Kyle before turning to look up at Misses Longacre.

“It all happened so fast, it happened just like you said it would one day, I am sorry Misses Longacre. Oh I am sorry…, dad, are you alright, you are changing back, what does this mean Mrs. Longacre?” So said as he spoke so excellently, the words pronounced English, Kyle heard it, saw the bull moving his lips and was sure it spoke. Kyle looked at the bull and then up at Misses Longacre.

"Go now, return to what is your herd, you are the sire, he who was the sire, your father is going back to be what he was when he came here by the will of Mother Brook." Misses Longacre said, she talking, to the bull told him to return to his being by his cows, his herd. Doing as requested the big black bull turned his bulk self around and lumbered off, his bony tail swinging side to side about his flat black butt.

"You have now a second chance at living life with peace and prosperity. What Mother Brook gave to you was a time of reprieve from human responsibilities, a four-year term of relaxing and allowing you time away from what clouded your perspectives. Myself, I was apposed to losing you, but Mother Brook knows well what is best and beast for all concerned. You as of what she made of your body became then as the finest bull we of this farm had ever!" Misses Longacre saying, she informing of some to a befuddled Kyle, he set there and chuckling at his wonderment with why he should worry.

“Come, you need to get some clothes on, being human it is expected you know! Stand, come, there is much of your experience you shall remember, some coming when you sleep and dream, and on occasion when coming near to a herd of cows, as then you should expect to gain a very aroused erection.”

They walked toward the farmhouse, and Misses Longacre talked a blue streak. When they arrived, coming first at the barn she had Kyle bathe under a shower there to rinse off the caked and dried manure stuck to his rump and flanks, all slapped there by four years of funning with his tail. When reasonably clean enough to enter her house, Kyle given a pair of coveralls to wear for walking where men working the farm would likely then wonder about a naked young man.

Once in a hot shower, the feeling of it offering remembered comfort while the recent thoughts of anything like it suggested he should flee, run, or turn to fight. Memories and instincts continued to hassle Kyle, he washed his body, using soap that then stunk yet to a mind conditioned by liking the smell of manure, urine, and the scent of a ripe cow; oh how they could instill feelings of arousal and want with he who be then as is a bull.

Exiting his shower bath, Kyle stood there gawking at himself in the bathroom mirror. He felt so sad, as if what seemed the better was then lost to him, given away to another, and he like when standing before his boss at work, felt again the need he should stand and obey.

A knock at the bathroom door made Kyle jump; he turned toward the door as it opened very slowly.

“You go down the drain?” Misses Longacre said, she chided Kyle with a bit of humor, trying her best to coax him back to want for being again a part of humanity.

“I think so, or at the least more of what remained from my time of wonder is gone down the drain.” Kyle replied, his tone of voice suggestive of a person feeling loss of something of greater value.

Getting dressed, Kyle then went to join Misses Longacre; she prepared for him a small lunch of human food and drink, something he had forgotten to want or as to wonder why. He sat down by the table, the sensation of sitting seated on his butt, on a chair, and at a place were utensils, fork, knife, and spoon is of use to usher food into a waiting mouth.

A nervous hand held a shaking fork that failed to balance a piece of chocolate cake, Kyle dropped the fork, he looking at Miss Longacre, the expression on his face, that of terror and a fervent wish he could return to being something made to live a simpler lifestyle..

“I should say that I am sorry for what happened to you these past four years, but to be quite truthful, I am not sorry one bit. You came just after our bull died, the herd had no bull to guide them, they wanted for some new and added contribution of intelligence bred into a dull witted herd of cows. They know their limits, and by the introduction of some various human qualities, the herd regained its respect of self.

Mother Brook chose well, she picked you from many who walk or run that trail beside her waters. You can thank her if you wish; your duties here are completed, your sired son Billy shall take your lead, something about a changed human as a sire, his offspring gain an inborn wealth of knowledge and sadly cometh too an understanding of whom they are. As knowing what you experienced, your drive to excel as a man at work, or in the endeavor of your choosing, should get ahead.

A warning though, as of one thing you must never do, and that is, never again shall taking your walks in a pasture holding a herd of cows. Doing so, your bovine inhibitions will surface and an embarrassment shall occur. It would take but once, you feeling the old urges, if with having then somehow you were to mate a cow, the bovine in you will surface. Maybe then or soon after shall you wear again a cloaked pelt of fur! Your human world shall come crashing down around you, forcing the need to hide, and wait the finishing of your bullish self returning to control your form and life.” Misses Longacre cautioned, she sounding earnest but sad, just as sad as Kyle felt for him having to leave those he had come to know, and knew well.

Given his second chance to live life to the fullest, he thanked Mrs. Longacre, and soon after stopped to pay homage to Mother Brook. He returned home, to where he was wanted and to those that felt him as needed. He learned what to be thankful for and save for the day when what he had would need a bit more to make do. Kyle did well, but always the was the silent urge, a few delightful dreams, reminders of what was and could become all too real again, if not careful!

"Moovelous !"