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Lance and his dear wife Louise enjoyed their thirtieth wedding anniversary this year. They with their eleven children and families had a high ole time reminiscing about times past.
Lance and his wife owned and managed the only mortuary and funeral home in their small town. As business never really was brisk, they seemed to make ends meet; this gave Lance much concern, he always full of hope the town would grow and their business with it.
Louise did all the bookkeeping; she kept a tight grasp on the finances an even tighter hold over her husband, while finding enough money for clothing, food, and their general good health. She knew the value of the hold dollar, and had a self-assured attitude about certain foolhardy customers. She would shake her head in disbelief when some unmarried person, their next of kin would ask to send them to their grave wearing gold and diamonds.
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Such lavish possessions meant nothing to one who was dead, embalmed, and barely a shell of those still living. In these rare cases, Louise removed the jewelry, deciding to utilize its value for those living, her family, and Lance, along with some worthy causes.
One such customer happened along from a terrible automobile accident, where the victim was a John Doe. His face and body burned beyond any possible recognition, the only remaining item that escaped the fire, was a gorgeous bright silver medallion and its golden chain. The police found the bright bobble tucked inside what was the glove box, wrapped and lying snug in a small metal box.
Louise thought that to bury the medallion with what remained of the owner seemed worse than foolish.
She naturally decided to keep it, admiring the bright bobble, she chose to occasionally wear it herself, even at the family reunion.
Their daughter Marsha along with her husband Matthew had an excellent working knowledge of Spanish, and upon seeing the medallion, it was Marsha, who then deciphered the many inscriptions engraved the two sides.
Both a mother and daughter laughed when the truth seemed apparent, the medallion was a good luck charm, something made out of the dreams of unenlightened people.
Fun and wine mixed to make Louise and Marsha talk openly of their lives. It was of Lance and his problems stemming from having Diabetes, a dissatisfied wife felt disgust over her husband and his problem of erectile dis-function. So much that Louise and her daughter began to make humorous comments about Lance and his ability to make love.
The two women were laughing so that Louise had to hold on to the medallion less it strike something and be defaced. As with one handholding on the medallion, she spouted off about Lance, and how his shaft would lie all soft and wilted; dumb little use to a passionate woman.
Their making sport of Lance and his shortcomings, Louise then reminisced about her youth and living with her parents on their farm. Louise laughed, telling of a pony she had by the name of Harvey, a fair sized animal, and how he being even old as the hills, his shaft worked perfectly and made him proud. She humored the conversation a bit more, then holding up her lucky charm and made a lusty wish. Wishing with her eyes closed, that come her next time Lance and she became lovingly entangled, he could work his rod as if it had the same manner and ability as had ole Harvey would with his mares.
Unseen and not noticed, the medallion took on a shimmering glow, working with its powers given from the deep and dark regions of an ancient time when evil and sorcery ruled in Spain.
About a week latter on a warm summery Saturday night, Lance taunted his wife into remembering, playing, and kissing. He was a bit more energetic, and Louise thought his arms and back felt oddly stronger, more muscular. As they rolled about on the bed, Lance seemed to have attained a deep tanned color of skin, it darkened more as the frolicking continued.
Lance seemed warmer, coming at Louise with greater gusto and so boldly, that she began to try to push him away.
Lance stood above Louise, he on hands and knees, his then normally wilted shaft stood out stiff, the tip flared and rather reminded Louise of years past; it possessing some renewed length, girth, and suggesting of a possible wild romp.
As lance shook his head to remove the drips of sweat boiling from his face and forehead, he acted more like some dog shaking off water.
From where they tumbled about their bed, Louise took note of the medallion as set hung over the back of her bedroom mirror. In the dim light of their bedroom, she saw the medallion glowing. Her seeing it captivated her mind, making her wonder as Lance strained hard to bless their relationship.
All wondering stopped abruptly as Lance in his sudden heightened state lunged forward, his sudden surge of a then mighty shaft stood erect, plunged in and worked deep, touching many things on its way until coming to bump the very walls of a womb.
Elated with wild sensation as if nothing Lance or Louise had ever known, all thoughts and wondering stopped for a time.
Two older folk moaned of their pleasures, entwined, they rolled about the bed, Lance thrusting madly, as neither took note of what else was occurring.
When Lance rolled off to lie sated and drained after his fifth major load, Louise remained in a state of sensual and sexual euphoria, knowing that Lance lay beside her, his imposing erect shaft remaining stretched and thoroughly lodged. She moaned with the oddity and the realization of his unbelieved length. It seemed a nearly impossible situation, Lance remaining embedded and still stout, but lying next to her his maleness stretched beyond all reason.
This caused Louise to try and sit up, as she sat then eying what her husband had used to give her such a feeling of personal delight.
Aghast at the sight, Lance had an erection and shaft that reminded Louise of her stud pony Harvey. Seeing was then believing as his wilted toy had changed, becoming then a mighty shaft; as its length grown to nearly two feet long, the girth then the equal of that of what Harvey used on his lusty mares. The general coloring, texture, and contours were a virtual reminder of what Harvey boasted, it was one better suited for a horse.
She took a firm but affectionate hold to the mighty shaft, giving it a tug and pulling its length out from her sorely stretched vagina.
As she tugged at the shaft, it came almost out of her, stopping with the end of it seemingly swelled and remaining tightly lodged. anxiety of that moment turned to her remembering again of Harvey and when his shaft exited a mare, it looked like a toilet plunger. The glands of it flared and huge; so Louise pulled harder, and with her almost yanking on the stuck shaft, it came out with the sound reminiscent to a cork coming out then neck of a Champaign bottle.
Seeing the thing was believing, as it reminded Louise of Harvey and his long and imposing shaft. It then hung limply from where it was attached to Lance, a formidable male organ. The passing thought of her fool husband using some male excitement product became short lived, as she eyed her sleeping husband.
Looking more then at Lance and taking note of his face, neck and torso, he had taken on a bestial complexion. His lips and nostrils seemed to have merged, looking then as the early beginning of him having a pony muzzle.
Even as he slept soundly, Louise noted his chest had barreled out some, the skin and chest hair becoming the soft pelt of pony like fur as had ole Harvey. Louise could not hold back her wandering hands from wanting to pet Lance, plowing her fingers through thick but smooth hairs of a summery coat like the one she was reminded of Harvey and his many mares.
The seeing how Lance had changed and seemed yet to be changing more, turned Louise to think of the conversation with Marsha, and how they compared Lance to Harvey.
She spied a glance at the medallion seeing how it then glowed brightly, but it humming as would a turbine making electricity. She thought back of what they had said, but in-as-much Louise did make a wish, one she wanted dearly, while holding onto the medallion.
As from seeing Lance lying there so soundly sleeping, her foolish wish was culminating and soon would be boldly true for all to see.
A lowing moan from Lance and he shifted his body to accustom the sprout of his pony tail, it snaking the tail-bone as it wriggled out from under his developing equine shaped thighs and buttocks. More every minute Lance was becoming the clone of one Harvey stallion Welsh pony.
Another muttering moan had Louise look again at he husband and his changing head and face. As then the muzzle had formed, as changes moved upward doing things to his eyes, and causing a human skull to become more that of an equine.
Louise could not just sit there and watch, she stood up and paced the room, her eyes looking at Lance, his pony mane sprouting, growing, and becoming fully formed. The mane grew down and along the crest of his changing pony neck, coming to fade into his pony hair pelt about where he would have his withers.
She had a fleeting thought to awaken her husband, but changed her line of thinking, deciding he should sleep through his transformation, awake then come morning and be likely nothing more than a lovely pony, maybe even as her own stallion and stud.
Moving back to again sit on the side of their bed, Louise sat there and then felt some of what Lance had spewed inside her womb, it seeping and trailing in thin steams along her legs. This made her disgusted at the sensation, mumbling to her self about having sex with an animal, making comparisons, yet thrilled as it was better than any she had known from her loving husband.
At about four in the morning, Louise got up and went to take a shower.
Meanwhile a horny-minded husband awoke from his transforming slumber. Lance discovered a strange sense of awkwardness as he struggled to stand up beside the bed. His brain felt as if spun and having blended with wads of cotton. He had trouble thinking clearly, but found his nose and hearing as if revitalized, both having exceptionally renewed sense of clarity.
Leaning forward with his fists on the bed and his stiff feeling body stretched out long and wanting for movement; he felt physically revitalized. His maleness became aroused and swung freely, the sensation had him admiring his renewed ability, jerking it to bump up and bounce off his rounded belly.
A stepping away from the bed, Lance took just a few steps forward and there away from anything breakable, he took another stiff stretch, getting the kinks out of his spine, as from his slumber he felt rested and elated from a wild night of rich and sensual sensations; so much so his hairy tail began to flick side to side.
It was not until Louise came out the bathroom door and confronted her then very equine husband that Lance looked up at her, and from his lower stance, the realization came about a drastic change of form.
Louise rather expected him to become violent, kicking up his stout and strong heels, biting, and feeling the loss of his humanity.
Instead, Lance stood with his tail flicking, acting quite calm. He looking up at his wife, must have noted his lowly stance, yet the sensations he had and so then found enjoyable cast his mind to merge with his wished state, he becoming then as if Harvey the pony. Lance felt only a pony sense of passion and a slight sense of honor, he being near what was for the fortnight his mate, Louise.
He stood there breathing deeply and his shaft though limp became quickly aroused again, falling out from a pony sheath.
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Seeing her husband as he was, changing and changed becoming as her Welsh pony, a stallion and as a stud of an animal, to which he seemed content and elated.
Louise took hold of his mane and led him out of their bedroom, down the hallway to the kitchen and then out the back porch to give him full range to wander the fenced back yard and around the swimming pool.
All the while she led him out of the house, she began to think, pondering a good reason for her husband to just up and disappear. She needed to make up some story, it must be something quite believable, more so for her children, but also for the people who knew them and lived in town.
A day later Louise sat by her kitchen table snickering as she read this week printing of the Town gazette. On the front page was the big news, an article, most of which came from her lips, and announced to the town of her husband leaving her as if Lance became enthrall with want for some lusty female.
The story was in some manner true as Lance did leave her for another, several to which he felt more attached, if the facts came to light, his desire was over pony mares, as he had changed species and his wife boarded him at a stud farm.
Louise rather cherished her one wild night with Lance, a wonderful romp she would remember the rest of her days. It so thrilled her that she actually took her medallion in hand and was about to wish the she too could become as a brood mare for her dearest Lance.
Yet, with every time she felt a great personal need, her morality won out, and the mother of eleven children decided it was best to remain human.
The outcry of those living in the small town came in many ways of appreciation. One such overture came from Sam Willis; he ran the one auto repair shop in the town. His thoughts were if Lance moved away, then Louise, a still knockout of a woman in his mind, she was on the block and available.
Louise had different ideas about Sam and him as her lover was not one of them.
“You are an excellent mechanic Sam,” Louise often praised him, “But you never wash your hands, and come visiting with oil and filth crusted about fingernails, and the palms of each hand.”
Each time Louise made mention of Sam and his lack of cleanliness, he would respond saying, “You can’t teach an old dog, new tricks.”
Louise got so sick of hearing that same old reply, she heard it one too many times and grabbed her magical Medallion and formulated a plan.
“I wish for Samuel Willis when he should next speak that stupid quote about old dogs learning new tricks, that the next time he spouts that fool saying again, whatever animal he is near shall his passion shall turn to wanting in place of me. As he looks upon his preferred love with desire let him become an equal to his love, and remain as come what may!”
Louise spoke her wish, letting chance and fate do her dealing with Sam.
Fate had not long to wait as this one saying of Sam he used almost daily. When Sam delivered to Misses Tuner her fixed vehicle, they stood outside her home in the driveway. Once he spoke that same fool phrase his eyes caught sight of Patty, she being a large and black Newfoundland dog. Patty was overly friendly to almost anyone who came there to visit her master, and found in Sam someone she felt drawn to want for her own reasons.
Oddly out of character for Sam he ended his conversing with Misses Turner, got into his truck, and drove out of the driveway like someone angered or just plain crazy.
Less than one mile from the Tuner farm, Sam looked into his rear view mirror and yelled out a few curse words. At first, Sam thought he was hallucinating, but looking back at him from the mirror he saw the jet black and hairy face of some Newfoundland big dog.
A scramble of anxious hands and arms did pull his truck to the side of that road, leaving him setting and staring at a reflection not his own, but truly it was the new version of Sam!
He just sat there stunned and in a fog, his shirt loosened and fell to lie about a hairy waist. Sam thought to reach for and adjust the mirror, but when he took sight of how what were his hands, having changed into forepaws, arms then as doggy legs, he became very upset. Oddly, words and his usual gruff language changed along the same lines as had his body, Sam then barked.
The more Sam barked, the further his mind changed to become that so like Patty the Newfoundland dog he just petted.
Black fur covered him from head to paws, and tip of tail to just around his eyes and muzzle. He tried to fight with the constant urging desire to leap from the truck, run, and seek Patty, as she seemed to be his new and great desire.
Urging instincts and pure animal lust urged Sam to follow his desire and then leaping out the driver side truck window, he pranced merrily along the road.
Instincts and a mind filled with new passion of females of his kind urged him toward the Turner farm, and Patty.
Fortune did not favor this foolish one, as coming on the property, Sam met Jake, a large brute Rottweiler that weighed well over some two hundred pounds of mean muscle in an angered and neutered mutt.
Jake did not see Sam as just a nice sort coming to knock up Patty;
instead, Jake thought of Sam as an unwanted intruder, someone for chasing, fighting, and getting a sound thump’ in.
Frightened away by the guarding brute, Sam turned tail and ran.
He had just enough time to see Patty, she seated and watching from the front porch steps to the Turner home.
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Terrified, Sam ran from his desired lover, as Patty only bemoaned her inner need for wanting her mate.
As scents changed, the terror that Sam felt from an angry sounding Jake faded away. New scents and ideas invaded his mind, turning him to wander and seek other new friends. His wandering took Sam away from town, he running and enjoying his sensation of a body being younger and of exceptionally good health.
Come then the sundown and night, Sam had no fear of the darkness, his nose led him forward, and the scent of a female dog buried any thoughts of how he had changed physically. His trailing of a nice new scent ended abruptly with his coming nose to rump with a big Bloodhound bitch.
Dog sniffed dog and the rest happened so fast!
Sam regained some of his human mental awareness as he lay sated and limp of body, the Bloodhound attesting to be his most recent lover. Befuddled he wondered why he would mate with some dirty dog, as he groaned when feeling his doggy shaft and big knot as it remained deeply buried inside a Bloodhound bitch.
Feeling a sudden desire to turn and run from his strange bit of debauchery, Sam lifted one of his hind legs over her back, turning the two to being one rump facing the other. As he stood standing there his sheath and shaft were twisted backwards, stuck fast inside a female dog, and she seemingly wishing he should remove it and soon.
It took Sam nearly a full hour before he calmed down and could reluctantly pull free. Delighted in gaining his ability to run free and with a bark of friendship, he dashed off into the night, sated, and again thinking some of his past life and as well the doggish desires that wanted him to find some possible new friend.
Wandering and lost due to his limited line of sight, Sam found his way to where Louise lived; her scent and some faint memory offered him thoughts of her being a good friend too.
The deep throated barking of one big Newfoundland dog awoke Louise, she coming to her back door, and there greeted by a huge dog, Sam jumping up and fawning Louise.
His excited barking took her unaware, she feared him for a moment, but changed her mind as a smile of recognition came when Sam showed a long and pink colored erection.
Deciding that this was more than just funny, Louise did the proper thing, and let Sam enter her house.
Once inside, Sam took to sniffing and dashed upstairs to where Louise slept.
Louise followed him, and found the big dog sniffing her bed sheets. He rooted his black nose under the covers, giving a bark of delight, and then standing with his mighty dog shaft hung at the ready.
Seeing this, Louise laughed at Sam, if she had left it at that she might have had some fun from him, but Louise had a big mouth.
You look very nice as a big Newfoundland stud, I always thought you were a dog of a man, and now you are a man as a dog!” Louise chided Sam, her words working their way past his canine sexual ambitions, and striking a cord of remembrance.
Suddenly, the kindly and blood shot big eyes turned to a cold stare.
Dog lips lifted as the enormous Newfoundland dog remembered his past life, knowing he was once a man and since had become a meandering dog. Sam became angered, bearing his fangs and acting with a proper indignation over his realizing Louise was the reason he was then as a dog.
Louise saw his demeanor change and fearing his coming attack, she whirled around; grabbing the bedroom door, and running from the room, she slammed the door slut, leaving Sam to, “Barking his head off!”
Shocked at the prospect of calling the police and having them remove her friendly service station attendant, now a dog, as from her house was something of an embarrassment to her. Sadly, the magical Medallion was inside her bedroom along with one very angry Sam.
Instead, she thought of reasoning with Sam, telling him that if he abated his anger at her she would help him return to his former self. She proposed her idea to someone standing on the other side of the bedroom door, an angry dog and man thought the offer had merit.
Calming himself, Sam stopped his angry barking and returned to the bed, plopping down on his flat rump, he waited until Louise had the courage to open the door.
Moving directly to grasp the Medallion from off her vanity dresser mirror, Louise slipped the thing over neck, holding it in one hand, and looking directly at Sam she spoke. Concerns in the town and a story printed in the previous evening paper talked one yet another upstanding citizen who seemingly vanished, just like Lance.
Feeling an urgency to put things right again, Louise thought to make Sam as his ole' self.
“I wish for Sam the dog here to become as if himself, and remaining then permanently as my good friend, he showing me his love, and forgetting his disgust for me.” Louise feeling very nervous said her new wish, the Medallion hummed for a short second, but nothing happened.
Sam sat here wagging his tail with glee; his pink shaft reappeared from out his black and sheath. He seemed suddenly to have forgotten his anger at Louise, becoming instead as if a happy pet, wanting to please and maybe too, to pleasure his master.
A few minutes of wonder and indecision passed, but Sam remained as a one big and exceptionally well endowed Newfoundland dog.
Louise pondered why nothing happened, she rather expected the dog to return to a human form, and Sam then embarrassed for being naked would likely crawl under the bed covers.
“Why, what is wrong here, I would wish to know why Sam is still as a dog!” In her fit of passion and wonder with disbelief she stood clutching the Medallion in both hands.
A rumbling shudder shook her whole house, and turning to run from the room thinking it was an earthquake, Louise noted some writing on her dresser mirror.
“Mistress and master, your wish was of and with little thought. You spoke, wishing for the dog to become as himself, to this he has, and shall permanently remain now as a Newfoundland dog. He remains as he is, a loving pet, without any hatred toward you, and ready if not willing to show you his passion and love.”
As Louise read the words written on her mirror, they faded and disappeared.
Bark, bark, the big dog called to his loving master, Sam had become a dog in body, mind, and desire. He had all but forgotten his past, and acting the part of one big male Newfoundland dog, he looked as if being really horny.
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Louise stood gawking at Sam, the bigger than big dog stood actively showing his thrill for the master but had with this the common reaction a male dog has when feeling elated.
Gawking at what for her was another permanent pet, her eyes caught sight of his growing shaft and something inside her suggested of lurid ideas.
In as much she wanted no part of anything dealing with some, passionate entangled and or, Sam and he being a dog, she had morals and enough religious background to realize that of such would do her great moral and possible physical harm.
Yet as she looked and thought to herself, one hand clutched the Medallion and it seemingly watched and awaited on her impassioned spoken words.
“No Sam, no, this is me Louise and you are now just a happy big dog!” Louise spoke to Sam, as much pleading with her own manner of thoughts, feeling some strange urge to let him have his doggish way with her, but as well knowing of what would come was very wrong.
The Medallion continued to put out a pulsing hum and giving off a vibration that to Louise felt as if an added alluring sensation. She felt drawn to want and enjoy an entanglement with Sam, he and she having strange and lonely feelings for the other.
Her religion and moral teaching were in a life and death struggle, but with the forces of the Medallion doing the added urging, her likely decision would tend toward letting Sam take his master as a mate; and she feeling lonely without Lance, thought of her own special need for some lover.
“Its wrong Sam, you’re a dog and I am a woman, were I a Newfoundland dog too, well then everything would be so very proper. No Sam, please stop,” Louise cried out, the big dog coming as close to her as was possible, he standing upon her bed.
Louise stepped up to the bedside, she let Sam come up to her, then in a bouncing leap he had his forelegs and paws hung over her shoulders. Sam looked down at Louise, as she tilted her head back and gazed up at Sam.
A moment of mutual thinking passed, as each one stood wondering about the other, as both were engrossed with deciding about things dealing with their own sense of passion and lusty delights.
Sam worked his hind legs to bring that huge and pink shaft ever closer to Louise and had it put before her face.
“No, no, no, Sam no, if I were a dog like you for tonight, well then maybe, but, but, oh why wait!" Louise forgot about the humming Medallion, she had before her wanton eyes something that might grant her the passionate reminder of her one night when Lance had a lance for his shaft.
Muttering softly, Louise said, "I am so lonely, so I wish for to feel sensation only Sam can give, if then I were a Newfoundland dog too, his bitch and mate, if only for at night and until the rising of a flaming red sun at break of day!”
A wish made and one wish said, Louise felt the humming of the Medallion she still held clutched in her hands. As if an alert and ready magical Medallion, Louise felt its sudden spark.
Louise stood stunned seeing and feeling as her own form became racked with change and some minor pains. She watched along with Sam at her side. The Medallion hung about her neck, it humming with magical power.
Wonder and pondering hands took to touching, and feeling of her body as it was conforming, changing the very species of life as she received her wish. Sprouting black hairs itched and tickled her, as then the changes to her arms and legs became somewhat painful.
Wreathing of pain as her lower regions changed, that of a female human body needed to conform to what was common in canines. She felt her body shrinking, almost wished that she would stay as a dog and not need to feel it all over again when she would return to being herself.
Louise stood leaning on her bedside, as human legs thinned, changing of bone, muscle, and contours.
Slowly her new bodily form urged her to do and act more in accordance to being as if a dog. She sat on her flattened rump with tail swishing slowly eying how her pretty fingernails that had become claws. Her soft hands that caressed even a changing husband were suddenly rowdy padded paws for to stand, walk, and run.
Her changes at last came to an end, leaving her a fine form that of a mature Newfoundland bitch.
In her thoughts the sense of being a bitch seemed suddenly as if right as rain for her. The sniffing of Sam as he came close, Louise whirled and lashed out at her supposed mate.
Sam yelped and retreated, his tail down and held tightly between his hind legs.
Upset for what had happened to her she was not ready of allowing Sam to mount and mate with her as if she were some ignorant and lusty bitch.
A battle continued between them, Louise drastically wanting her lusty bestial pangs to end, and Sam standing nearby, his hot pink shaft half way out the sheath and standing ready for action.
All the rest of that day and well into the night their brawling went from kicking to scratching, biting and moment when Louise stopped and thought to offer Sam his wonderful prize.
Her memories of a foolhardy wish begged her to wonder why she had as of the morning not then returned to being a woman. She sat with big doggy tears, fearing and wondering if she as a Newfoundland dog, would remain a dog for the rest of her life?
It was a matter of appreciation, as her wish did state she would return to being herself, but only after spending a wild night with Sam and allowing him to mount, rut her, mate, and with the rising of a red color of morning sun.
Louise felt uncomfortable about what she needed to do, as allowing Sam to do his thing was for her seemingly her only path to regaining her humanity.
Avidly she tried to allure Sam to come back, but her spurning him several times made the big stud a bit apprehensive.
Desire built to such a heightened state of lust, Louise was horny enough to beg any rouge dog, if only then he might relieve her need for such rank sensations.
Time passed and the next full day slipped into a second and then on to three, four, and a week of being a mature female Newfoundland dog.
The two dogs broke out of the house, bounding as free spirits, Louise followed Sam and lived around him, eating together they shared his food, slept side by side, and began to frolic as do dogs.
The aggravation and horny feelings passed and from this calm time became an unwanted acceptance for continuing her life as a dog. Things began to seem ever so righteous, the thoughts, concerns, and worry of what humans do became as unconcerned desires.
"Time heals all wounds," and for Louise her pangs came from padding the ground as does a dog. Her sense of apprehension for becoming a dog had passed and she began to enjoy her strange new life of freedom.
Along with the lifestyle of being a dog there come times when that horny feeling arises and gives a bitch her thoughts of relieving the insatiable need. So it was the right time for Sam to come and mount her, as he blessed Louise with a wild night of extreme sensual play.
The coming of morning a red sky and sun took warning as Louise awoke inside a kennel, she then a naked woman lying tucked and tight in a doghouse with her best friend.
It took much squeezing for Louise to pull her larger body out the small doorway of that canine home.
Horrified and feelings of embarrassment about being then naked and needing to run for her home, Louise ran and hid from bushes to thickets, fences and walls, until she stood fumbling with a key from under the doormat did enter her own home.
Once inside the confines of her own house, Louise went straightway to the shower, cleansing her body inside and out.
Dressed and still having uncomfortable feelings, Louise sat on her living room couch and when watching the television news, her horror returned, hearing the news; her own grown children had reported their mother as another missing person.
Realization set in as Louise checked the calender and stood stunned, knowing then she had lived and remained as a Newfoundland bitch for more than a month.
The growling in her stomach as from eating last night the roadkill Sam found and they both enjoyed, still was inside her. Thoughts of puking came with a realization what was in her must trail along until she could spew it out.
That lagging long night at home had her dreaming of those fun times when she ran free and modesty meant nothing to her.
Claiming a case of amnesia, Louise had a difficult time regaining her place in the society of one mid-western small town. Her flimsy excuses gave rise to giving friends their own an excuse to wonder just what Louise did and where she went for that thirty plus number of days.
Ultimately, Sam found his way back to Louise and took up his being her pet and an excellent watchdog too!
Sam returning only beget her wish to resume, causing nightly changes, and many agonizing times of shrinking and sudden growth. Her lifestyle changed as did the family business, it growing as the town grew and new businesses gave growth to an expanding economy. Louise branched out, and added more funeral homes to her income; becoming in the space of three years a very wealthy woman.
So wealthy, she moved from the old house and homestead to purchase a small estate, where she had a stable with horses for the grand kids and allowed a stall and paddock for her ex-husband to roam and graze.
Her almost nightly excursions into canine life and form continued, it causing much speculation among friends and even those who worked and helped her maintain her expanding estate.
Many months of nightly bestial living had turned Louise into a near recluse, although outgoing when it was necessary, she would otherwise remain at home and out of the limelight. Times and the troubles in her family over money and of husbands that could not, or had not the ability to earn a livelihood equal to that of their mother-in-law, put a strain on relationships.
The youngest daughter of the eleven children came one afternoon to stay with her mother. Lisa stood on the front porch and rang the doorbell until Louise answered it, she took one look at her battered and bruised daughter, ushering her inside and asked want happened.
It was of money being the root of all that was evil, the prime reason for which Lisa and her husband were fighting.
Louise offered her daughter safety and the comforts of home while the matter worked its way to better times. She never thought about her daughter being so intent upon gaining wealth that she might steal. Steal she did, as much of the jewelry book on a dresser vanished, and the same night, so did Lisa.
Horrified at the loss and possibilities, Louise saw her valued silver magical Medallion and necklace as part of the missing items.
Hurriedly, she got into her car and drove until at long last, she came upon a motel and there sat the yellow Ford convertible that Lisa owned.
Standing before the door to what was the room Lisa had for her night; Louise knocked and called, but heard only the muffle sounds of some rustling tussle inside. Her continued knocking awoke neighboring patrons and soon had the motel manager standing and giving Louise some argument.
A crashing sound for inside the room had the manager putting his passkey in the door lock and opening the door to a mass of mayhem.
The door standing open a very large male pig scrambled out of the room, dodging past Louise, and headed across the parking lot.
Stunned at the sight, the motel manager and Louise watched with added horror as the pig dashed out into traffic moving along the highway. A screeching of tire and a horrid dull thud foretold of the instant death of one big boar hog. Having seen this all happen, Louise turned as did the manager to contend with Lisa and her reasoning for keeping such an animal in her motel room.
Louise and the manager stepped inside the ruffed up shambles of the room, but nowhere did they see anything of Lisa. It was Louise that went to check the bathroom and the door seemed as if barred from inside, although not locked, it would not open.
Much pushing and muscle worked at the door, as the manager called upon higher powers to force the door open and let them see what might be inside.
What was inside did the door real damage as while the manager pushed on the door, from inside the bathroom then a slamming bang; the door shattering and the manager falling face down, knocked out cold as stone.
A stunned and frightened Louise screamed and stood back as from the bathroom sauntered a creature partially that of a Guernsey cow, and some of what she recognized was her daughter Lisa.
There slung about her human sized neck hung the silver Medallion, it glowing brightly, humming, and still hard at work making a daughter into a fine form of milking cow.
Louise stood gapping a look at what was her angry young daughter. Just knowing from her own experience of becoming and then the rank agony of changing back to being again human were clear in her mind.
Lisa as well felt an understanding to the ravishment of her body as she changed from her specie to another. Although, by that point in time she stood on all fours, her bony tail swatting about in anxious feelings mixed with strange instinctive and nearly insatiable desire to act as would a female cow. Facially she was her human form, the growth of becoming a cow was nearing her neck and there hung the chain and that powerful silver Medallion.
The frightened daughter pleaded to her mother for help, telling of how she had left her husband for another man. She came to meet her new lover at the motel and while in an intense argument, she wished Tommy to become the pig he acted like, as if a 400-pound hog and Boar, all self indulgent, glutinous and vile.
Wearing the stolen medallion belonging to her mother, the powerful piece of jewelry worked its evil magic, causing Tommy to change. His self-indulgent manners went to work giving Lisa a real bestial thrill. As a corkscrew shaped shaft worked inside her more sensual parts, she too began to admonish a desire to be and feel life from a purely animalistic manner.
In a vain and foolish moment she feeling her lover rut at her like the sex craving boar hog he was fast becoming, she lent to the self-indulging way of thinking, wanting for to feel the brutal pleasuring, her only memory was of seeing a Guernsey cow rutted once by some massive bull.
This was her drunken choice and the Medallion was ready and willing to make such come to pass.
As the base of her neck began to expand with bovine growth, Louise reached her hands to remove the medallion before the golden chain burst and or broke.
Lisa cried for help, her raw sensation from becoming as is a cow was making her realize the foolishness of her wish. She would crane her head to try to look down and along the broad flanks of her bovine body, whimpering as from what she saw, realizing her human beauty had become only a thrill to some snorting and horny bull.
Louise did as she had done once before, donning on the neck chain around her neck and without asking for some sorted wish, she placed a question to the inner powers that encircled this strange piece of jewelry.
Exactly as what happened, once before the spirits guided by the medallion answered in steamy writing upon a then wall mirror there in the motel room.
They wrote in an ornate style of writing letters and words like those articulated by religious monks in the twelfth century.
“Bearing witness to the sensual seduction of one upon another, it was the woman who in her heat of passion and from disgust by the man wished for him to be as he acted, and thus became a pig. She, this young woman did find the male pig as something newly exciting, and from her wishing and remembrance of times past, she thought only of her own lusty desires and did delight for the body and feelings as of something named as a Guernsey cow.”
Irrational blubbering were coming past thickening and darker colored lips on Lisa, her transformation coming the bare about her head, face and finishing what she had wished to make her something wild and constantly being sensitized.
Louise read the writing, it vaporizing as she spoke every word. It was blunt and to the point, but did not offer as to what duration Lisa spoke of, that the limit of time to what she wished for being as a cow.
Then with her sweaty hands to the medallion, she clutched it soundly and asked of it the actual length of time that her daughter would remain as a cow.
Nothing came forth; the mirrors remained clear and clean of any vague writing or answer. Again, she scolded the medallion, demanding it to tell the duration her daughter must endure the life and bodily form of her being as a milking cow.
Lisa with her last remaining whimper of human understanding called out with an anguished mooing sound, her large rounded and then brown eyes blinking as if on the verge to wanting to cry, she was in her own way pleading to know of just how long she must endure the ravages of being as that cow.
Unto this the spirits availed their answering, writing then appeared upon the mirror again, they wrote, “Yours was a wish for the man to be as if born a swine, living on as he would to be a boar and lusting to rut a sow or even a woman. The second part of the wishing mentioned nothing more of time, and as the first portion had not as yet then culminated upon the man, the limit of time remained as if the female was never born being human. She is as she wished, as if born into being a cow, blessed with the ignorance of self and her condition, being as if the daughter of a cow, one just as her!”
The transformation took Lisa from her mother, there before an emotional woman clutching her silver medallion over her heart, she could but see there before her not a willful daughter, but yet some completely brainless milking cow.
When the police arrived, the motel manager seemed to change his story, telling of a large pig and this Guernsey cow was in the room with an unknown couple, kept as if their pets. The police officer seemed content with this crazy story, never asking why or how anyone would keep such types of farm animals in a motel room.
Later, after Louise returned to her estate home she called animal control and asked to have the milk cow found at the motel brought to her farm for safekeeping.
Louise sat in her favorite chair, a picture album lying spread out before her on a lap high table. She shed a tear for her husband, but felt dashed to the heart as every picture showing her family, only a blank space of air remained where Lisa once stood. Indeed, the Medallion had answered her daughter to the foolish limit of her wished wish. It had removed her from all but that of a mother’s undying love.
That silver Medallion had made and left an indelible mark upon her and of those she loved, her feelings for it changed then, and she thought to have it destroyed.
That same afternoon the medallion went into a bank vault, to lie there until Louise could think of a way to deem it powerless.