Samjit Forgets Their Concerns

Samjit trembled fearfully, Questioning just what he had done, just what they had done to him. He didn’t have long hair.

Or at least he hadn’t at the start of the wedding, definitely not enough for the hand hold Veronica now displayed. His coat, a mesh of threads slowly slipped from his shoulder, he felt the tight press of the net of what had been his shirt and dress pants upon his chest and ass.

All as he felt a strangely bulgy bulbous pressure in place of what had been an uninvited hard on.

Beneath which Samjit felt a hungering void, wet with desire to be filled.

Sammy tried to gasp or scream in terror, coughing and **** all she managed as Veronica introduced her to her first cock. Sammie's mind broke as their tongue struggled to lap at the meat stick filling their mouth. Their head was guided gently back and forth by Veronica’s hand, working more and more of the long cock of the bull into Sammie's throat.

“That’s right, just accept it.”

“Take it deeper my love.”

“It took me a few tries too.”

The assorted changed women encouraged the former man, further eroding the identity his mind and soul were struggling to shore up as it fought to try and stop what uninvited changes they had let loose upon them.

Before long those focused mental efforts grew more distracted, Amendeep’s body pressing hard against Sammie’s back, groping the C cup breasts, fondling the developing udder, fingering the slit that had been feeling so empty and devoid.

Betty slunk down between Eric and the newly formed woman who now was able to swallow half his cock. Her lips gently kissing and explored the udder, her lips suckling on the developing phallic nubs, trying to accelerate their manifestation. Eagerly awaiting the taste of their first milk.

All while provoking gasps and moans of pleasure around the cock as Sammie felt the fading of reality as suffocation set in.

Being pulled free just in time to gasp for air.

Sammie’s mind wanted to struggle and fight being guided back to the cock, feeling extra soulful torment as their body leaned forward from the pushing hand, mouth opened wide, a grin stretched broadly across their feminine face as the rigid member slipped back in.

“That’s it, remember how you vowed to be with me.” Amendeep soothed and encouraged. “This is how. Become my fellow sacred cow. Til **** do us part.” Amendeep giggled slightly at the last part, knowing the immortal hold on this world the Idol could now have through them.

The words of his wife pulled on deeply anchored strings in Samjit’s mind. Hooking and dragging character traits that were helping hold the line into the dark corrupt recesses of their mind.

Sammie began to struggle to remember Samjit. It was increasingly not their identity, so much as someone they had known. The perplexing intimacy of the character being rejected for the simple desire of seeking simple answers. Simple pleasures.

Like the grunt that Sammie provoked everytime her teeth scratched gently along the cock in her mouth as she was pulled back.

There was relief from inexplicable fear, anxiety, and concern ebbed with each attempt at swallowing the cock.

Each massaging fondle of her breasts.

Each suck of her udder.

As Sammie accepted her new identity the very aspects of Samjit’s character that had enabled his resistance increasingly fell. Gone was the proud Hindu sales rep, married 15 years proudly to his wife.

Replaced by Sammie, a woman who struggled with her identity, the only recollection of her ethnic background stopping with a reminder to study the Kamasutra more. She was going to need it.

A woman who was proudly at the center of these bodies, her titties being played with as her hands clamped Eric’s fuzzy ass and pulled herself forward on his cock. A growing inexplicable desire to have it cum within her.

Veronica giggled, amused at how the cowering man's attitude had changed. How easily she was now embracing her inner slut. Seeing the now pink eyes gaze up from the cock that now could be swallowed almost entirely Veronica smiled down at the crazed gaze.

“Just admit you want this.” Veronica remarked, provoking giggles from the other cows as what faded aspects of Samjit’s character argued and resisted doing so.

Unable to support their argument as the new corrupt personality responded with simple cold hard logic.

People don’t just transform from men to women. Even if they could, this all feels too good to be unnatural.

Sammie’s skin tone lightened from brown to cream, her hair now stretched down to the shelf of her ass, its rich glossy light pink locks hung straight and tangle free. F cup tits now hung in perfect tear drops from her chest, flared hips and a swollen ass equally proportioned to provide a perfect hour glass figure.

As Eric grunted ever closer to climax Sammie instinctively slid her lips from the base of his shaft to just behind its head. Holding tight in anticipation of receiving her first mouthful of cum.

That couldn’t be right, I’ve had sex before… Sammie thought unable to recall anything about who, how, or when. Just that she had.

Gasping as the first spurt burst suddenly and forcefully into her mouth, Sammie braced to hold herself there, fighting to swallow as the first rope was added to by the second. Her cheeks puffed full of the corrupting essence as her lips began to lose their seal, black cum dribbling forth as Eric’s cock released one more load.

His cock pulling the plug on the pool of cum still being swallowed as it painted Sammie’s dopey looking pleasure. Cum drooling down on her tits as Betty, Amendeep, and Veronica tackled her to the floor to clean with their tongues.

Dark brown cow horns had begun to emerge from her temples, the first tufts of the tip of her tail reaching out from her tail bone as the cows spread her legs while licking her clean. Opening her for the bull to fully induct into their herd.

As Sammie squirmed beneath them, mind blown by the new foreign sensation of a cock penetrating into her she knew just one thing. Whether some corrupted aspect of her mind, or some hedonistic remnent of Samjit it didn’t matter. She was loving the pleasure.

Sammie wanted to scream obscenities to be fucked harder, to cry out in animalistic bliss to all the others getting rutted this night.

Her attempts to do so garbled as Betty’s nipple was pressing into Sammie’s suckling mouth.

As the tit popped free and Betty reared up, rejoicing as Eric started fucking her and Veronica with his hands Amendeep came in close to gaze at her former spouses face.

“Look at me honey.” She passionately requested, seeing clearly through the dazed pink eyes just what a ditz her husband had become. “There’s just one thing you need to do to keep this going forever.” Amendeep paused, smiling happily as a slight moo bellowed out from the soul burdened person. “You got to consent. Let that weight go and embrace this entirely. Faithfully serve our god.”

Sammie’s breath grew rapid and heavy, the swirling sensations of her whole body reaching the cusp of their first orgasm, a quick glance delighting her as she saw she wasn’t alone. As she eagerly thought of the cum flooding her insides.

Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, arching her back and squirming as her skyward lifted tits were squeezed by Amendeep.

“Mmmmooooooooo!” The high pitched bellow of pleasure was quickly followed by a shocked looked of betrayal, and loss.

Followed by a sudden relaxed grin as the tension of the peak of peak drained from her form. The sudden full recollection on just who Samjit was, and their now being gone no longer of concern.