Note: This is a furry-adjacent story inspired by the cow udder fetish-wear I’m seeing out there on social media with increasing regularity. Now, guys with udders don’t do much for me but guys transforming into guys with udders and all the incumbent gender-bending and humiliation? That’s pure catnip. (Cow-nip?)

For those of you who aren’t into furry stuff, I have to reassure you that there is some anthro-bull/cow transformation but the focus is not the fur but what the animals represent. The characters remain basically human. Plus, there is cock growth, ball growth, hyper cock, cock shrinking, butt growth, penis reduction surgery, neutering, humiliation, dominance/submission, boy pussies, gender play, and general mayhem. In other words, the stuff you expect when you read my stories.

It’s not complete but there is a lot of the story here for your enjoyment. I promise not to make you wait long for the rest. Enjoy!

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Quick links

• Chapter 1 – Scroll down!
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6 – Posted 2 August 2026
• Chapter 7 – Posted 6 August 2026
• Chapter 8 – Final chapter – Posted 9 August 2026

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Chapter 1

I step out of the airport terminal into the humid, Michigan summertime air, hauling my bike case and my backpack slung over my shoulder. After a nearly four-hour flight, I’m eager to get out on my bike, maybe on the famous Belle Isle loop that Diego has been raving about. And, speaking of Diego, I look around the crowds of people waiting for their pickups for my college friend. I’m excited to see him! It’s been over a year since we graduated and we have a lot of catching up to do.

“Excuse me, sir,” a deep voice rumbles beside me, “are you looking for someone?”

I turn and do a double take, my jaw falling open. “D-D-Diego?” I sputter. “Is that really you?”

The mountain of sinew and muscle leaning over me lets out a low chuckle and then I’m being enveloped in the biggest pair of arms I’ve ever seen. They wrap around me, encircling my skinny waist like it’s a mere sapling, and lift then swing me high up in the air. In a breathless moment, I’m suspended six feet above the ground looking down from my lofty perch into Diego’s beautiful brown eyes. It’s crazy but they are the only part of him that hasn’t changed.

Oh, his face is still more or less the one from a year ago but he’s almost unrecognizable in every other way. For starters, he’s like four inches taller than me now. How is that even possible? He’s still growing at twenty-five years old? His face is wider, his nose broader, his cheekbones heavier and he’s grown a full, black beard that covers his cheeks and neck. And speaking of that neck, it’s so thick that the collar of his t-shirt strains to contain it. 

Still holding me above him, he asks, “Did you miss me, Bastian?”

I nod happily, still taken aback by his enormous changes, “I did!” I’m so carried away that I wrap my arms around his bull neck and hug him. Then, self-conscious that my behavior is coming across as gay, I pull away, adding, “Sorry about Renata.”

He lowers me to the ground, his giant hands still on my shoulders, “Yeah, it sucks but that’s life.” He looks off to the side, “And I’m sorry about Gracie.”

I flush a little. My breakup with Gracie is still pretty new but I know Diego knows what it’s like because he’s going through the exact same thing. “I’ll get over it.” I spread my hands, “I wasn’t strong enough to keep her, dude. She kept saying I’m not manly enough.” I kick the sidewalk, “That’s not true. Is it, Diego?”

He grins wolfishly down at me, “Well, you are kinda girly but I’ve always liked that ‘bout ya…along with everything else.” He surveys my body critically, folding his arms, “But it looks like you’ve lost weight. I’ll have to fix that! Yer too scrawny.”

I don’t know why this makes me blush. I look down, absurdly glad he’s noticed how fit I am. My triathlon training has honed my body down to an efficient machine and I’m proud of my fleet, lithe form. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I can tell people are staring at us. At first I think it’s because of our public display of affection but then my eyes happen to land on Diego’s crotch and I get a load of the huge ‘tumor’ lurking inside his overalls. Holy fuck! No wonder people are gaping at him! 

My eyes go round as I struggle to comprehend what I’m seeing. Before I can ask him about it, though, he steers me by the shoulders to his big Ford truck parked at the curb nearby, saying, “Chill, bro. Chill. A lot’s changed in the past year. Let’s get goin’ before they try an’ tow me. We have a whole month together to catch up!”

He slides my backpack off of my shoulder and hoists it over his own more mountainous one. Then, taking my bike case in one hand, he hefts it into the bed of his truck before lumbering over to open the passenger side door for me. Like a true gentleman, he bows slightly, beckoning me in and I squeeze past him. My thigh grazes his enormous bulge as I do so and I startle. 

He watches my reaction with amusement dancing in his cinnamon-gold eyes, closing the door and waddling around to clamber into the driver’s seat. He has to spread his tree trunk-sized legs far apart to accommodate his size down there and grimaces as he uses both hands to adjust himself. I try to ignore him but I can’t help watching. It looks like he has a pair of fucking bowling balls between his legs and then there’s the outline of his–

“Bro?”

I look away, embarrassed to have been caught staring. “Yeah?” I mumble, my cheeks red. I’m blond and fair-skinned and can’t grow a beard to save my life which means I have no way of hiding my embarrassment.

Diego’s grinning at me. “It’s Ok. I’m not shy ‘bout my size. You can stare at me all you like.” He smiles and then surprises me by reaching over and squeezing my thigh. “I like it when you look at me.”

I’m too flustered to push his hand away and he leaves it there as he drives away from the terminal, taking me to his place out in the city.

***

Diego keeps up a pleasant banter during the drive to downtown Detroit. I try to pay attention but my mind is reeling. His warm hand is still on my leg and I keep sneaking peeks at him, trying and failing to square the old, slim, boyish Diego with this man-sized hunk of beef. And that bulge! Jesus, it’s HUGE. I don’t know how he can even manage to walk! It must be a serious pain to have to cart that thing around all day! It’s the size of a small child and probably weighs as much as one.

If Diego notices my scrutiny, he doesn’t let on and prattles on about his life over the past year. After graduating, he decided to take a break from life and joined a farming cooperative not far from the city center. He used his small savings to buy a stake and now is part owner of a large urban farm that covers nine square blocks in an area the city cleared of old homes. 

“Here we are,” he says, turning onto a side street. We drive through a giant cast iron gate whose doors are swung wide open. The gate appears to be constructed of reclaimed metal and a sign made up of bits of twisted bar reads, ‘Detroit City Dairy Farm.’

He sweeps an arm out to encompass the surrounding nine-block area, “This is our compound. There are five other guys and me who run it. We all live here on this block,” he points to the row of six houses before us. “The gardens and milking barns are over there.” 

I look over and see fields of chest-high corn stalks, rows of cabbages and twining tomato vines beyond which rise a series of low outbuildings. “You have dairy cows?” I ask, unable to wrap my head around a dairy facility in the city limits of Detroit. It seems like the smell and files would annoy the neighbors.

“In a manner of speaking,” Diego replies, looking off to the side. “I’ll show you around the farm tomorrow. Most of it is open to the public.”

He navigates his giant truck through the gate and drives about a half block, past several old homes that have been restored to their former glory. He pulls up in front of one, a two-story, brick walk-up with a wide Arts and Crafts style porch in front. “This is mine, bro,” Diego says, rolling down the window and peering at the place. “I’ve spent the last year remodeling her. I think you’ll feel at home here.” He winks, “For the next month and, who knows, maybe even longer?”

My face might not register it but his offer to have me move in with him doesn’t go unnoticed. I choose not to respond, though, and instead say, “It’s beautiful! I didn’t know you possessed such mad carpentry skills! The place looks amazing!”

He takes in my reaction with a smile before adding, “Thanks, bro. That means a lot comin’ from you. I hope it’s Ok I’ve invited some of my buds from the farm over for a cookout tonight. They really wanna meet ya.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I manage. “I’m a little tired but I’ll feel better after a ride. How far is it to Belle Isle? Can I ride my bike over there or do I need to drive?”

Diego strokes his beard thoughtfully, “It’s close. You can ride over there without a problem, just use Google Maps. The best part is that the city put in lots of bike lanes.” He pauses, eyes running over my svelte body, “Still doin’ the tri thing, I take it?” He shakes his head, “I’ve mostly given it up ‘cuz I have other ways of gettin’ my exercise these days.” He looks over at me and winks. I flush for like the hundredth time even though I have no idea why.

“The Three Disciplines,” I say, feeling inexplicably tonguetied. “They keep me sane.” I look over at him and get inadvertently lost in his soft, brown gaze. “You used to say the same thing. Remember the hours we spent training together? Those are some of the best times of my life. I was hoping you’d join me again for old times sake.”

“I will but not tonight.” He gestures toward the back yard, “I gotta get the burgers goin’ on the grill and finish the pico de gallo and guacamole. I’ll join ya tomorrow morning, though. I got the next two weeks off so I’m all yours.”

For some reason, I’m tickled by this and I find myself smiling as I reply, “I can’t wait.”

Diego’s brown eyes flicker with sudden heat as he murmurs, “Booyah,” and then my face blooms scarlet.

He pulls the truck into the small driveway next to his house. The backyard is encircled by a large privacy fence and shelters a few picnic tables and a pretty flower garden. Leaning out the passenger side window, I take it in for a moment and then look back at him thoughtfully as he gets out of the truck and ambles around to open the door for me. 

I’m realizing there is so much I don’t know about my bro. He’s like a complete mystery to me. I thought I knew him so well, too. The Diego from our college days seems like another person entirely. I try and fail to imagine him as he was back then, so scrawny and hyper and overly intellectual.

He opens my door and I step out onto the rocker panel. His broad hands are around my waist again before I know it and he’s lifting down onto the ground like I’m a child…or his new bride. It leaves me flustered and I barely notice his hands drifting down onto the rise of my buttocks until he squeezes me gently. Then his hands are gone and I’m wondering if I imagined it.

“Let’s get you unloaded and unpacked,” he says. He gestured towards his house, “I’ve prepared the guest bedroom for you on the second floor. Lemme help you with yer stuff.”

I’m in a daze and tell myself it’s because I’m jet-lagged and not accustomed to Michigan’s heavy summertime humidity. In contrast, Colorado is practically a dessert. A high-altitude dessert, that is. I can already tell that my mountain-trained muscles will have a field day working out here.

Diego carries my backpack and bike case into the house while I drift along behind him. He leaves the case in the middle of the homey living room with its carved stone fireplace, low chairs and leather sofa and hefts my backpack over his shoulder before heading up the stairs. I follow him, mesmerized by how his massive frame barely squeaks through the narrow stairway and the wooden planks groan beneath his ponderous bulk. The twin globes of his ass just out from beneath the stretched denim of his overalls. They look perfectly round and are the size of a pair of boulders. Jesus.

He deposits my backpack on the queen-sized bed of the guest bedroom and gestures to the dresser made of heavy oak and the generous walk-in closet, “It’s all yers, Baz. Make yerself at home.” He jerks his chin across the hall, “There’s the bathroom and my room’s just over there if you ever get lonely and want some company in the middle of the night.” He winks and I blush. And then he steps forward, pinning me between himself and the wall, his giant hands on either side of my head. He’s so close that I can feel the heat radiating off of his muscly body. His swollen bulge is quite obviously jutting against my stomach. I give a start when I feel something immense and hard begin to push against me. “I’ve missed you, bro,” he whispers, his mouth next to my ear. “A lot. I’m eager to show ya just how much, too.”

He glances down at his super-sized crotch as he says this before slowly stepping away. His hand finds my butt and he squeezes me before turning and lumbering out of the room. My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m short on breath, despite the fact the air here is so oxygen-rich.

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I assemble my bike and put on my biking gear, heading out for a ride while Diego busies himself in the kitchen. The city of Detroit is such a strange place with new developments side by side dilapidated neighborhoods. There are vast areas of cleared land, boarded-up houses and smartly renovated homes. There aren’t a lot of people out on the streets, at least not in the parts of town I ride through, but those I see cover a broad spectrum of races and skin colors. Overall, the city feels like it’s in the process of rebirth and offers a nice combination of tradition, funk and futurism. I decide I like it even though I’ve barely tasted its pleasures.

The bike loop around Belle Isle is a little over five miles long and is popular with locals and visitors alike. I have to do a fair amount of dodging around idlers but it’s Ok. Diego promised me that we’d spend the next week at a lakeside cottage in the country and I know I’ll have plenty of time to rack up the miles once I’m there. I’m glad I brought my steel-framed gravel bike because my tri bike would not like the ruts and potholes of Detroit’s streets.

I gradually come back to my senses as I circle the island, enjoying the view of the Detroit River and feeling my quads revitalize after being cramped in a tiny seat on the airplane. As I start another loop around the isle, I muse about Diego. What is this new, sexual charge between us? I’m just another clueless straight guy but even I can tell something very gay is going on with him. The more important question, though, is it going on with me, too?

That’s a tricky question. It’s no secret that I’ve been lost and horny since Gracie left and I’m aware that I’m channeling my sexual frustration into my long workouts. If I wear myself out so badly that I can hardly stand up, I don’t have any spare mental energy to dwell on my love life…or the lack thereof. I’ve never had a man–not even Diego in his previous incarnation from a year ago–look at me like he does and I can’t deny I find it intriguing. But me and Diego? A couple?

Why does that sound so appealing and confusing at the same time?

A year ago Diego and I were in love with our girlfriends and talking about being best men at each other’s weddings. The sky was the limit and we were on fire with excitement for the future. Now, though, the outlook is cloudier. Our picture-perfect relationships have ended in stormy breakups and neither of us on the career path we imagined. I’m unemployed, having just quit my hellish job as a low-level peon in a for-profit bio lab. And Diego…? Christ, I just can’t imagine him as a farmer! I shake my head, bemused. There’s no way I would have predicted he’d wind up on an urban farm raising dairy cows and harvesting crops.

And, of course, I couldn’t imagine that he’d undergo such stunning physical changes, either!

This makes me think about parts of Diego’s body that ordinarily would be off limits. The problem is that, unlike my own body which fits discreetly into my clothes, Diego’s is so massively exaggerated that every part of him is on full, public display.

Full, public display? I wonder.

Hmmm, yeah. That’s exactly it.

It makes me realize something I hadn’t thought about until now. 

Public modesty is impossible for Diego unless he were to drape himself in sackcloth. (The image makes me laugh.) His body confronts basically every social norm of American society. It’s interesting that it’s acceptable for women to strut around with inflated boobs and implanted buttocks but the same is not true for men. Men can show off their muscles and maybe a hint of bulge under the right circumstances (Hello, Olympic diving!) but it’s not acceptable for a guy’s junk to be so patently obvious. 

Exaggerated femininity = Go. Exaggerated masculinity = Stop.

Why is that? I ask myself. Is it because it turns men into objects and our male-dominated society is uncomfortable with that? In other words, it’s fine to objectify women but not men. What if the tables were turned and women were in charge?

Huh.

So many heady thoughts! I’m supposed to be riding my bike, not pondering societal double standards.

I try to go back to focusing on my workout but I can’t because now I’m so damned curious to find out what happened to Diego over the past year.

Why would he turn himself into a hyper-modified, hyper-masculine, hyper-sexualized object? And how did he do it?

I don’t know the answer to either of those questions but I have a feeling that, once I do, a lot about Diego’s mysterious transformation will make more sense.

And I’m determined to find out.

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Chapter 2

When I get back to Diego’s house, there are five giant men standing in his kitchen. They all turn to look at me as I enter in my sweaty Lycra tights, my bike slung over my shoulder. I take a step back as their expressions turn feral with lust. If possible, they’re even bigger than Diego…in every way. My eyes land on their protruding bulges and I feel suddenly faint. And then I notice their horns!

“Baz!” Diego calls, stepping out from behind the door. He’s wearing an apron that does nothing to obscure his huge package and he’s holding a bowl of plantain chips. “Come meet my buddies!”

“B-B-Buddies?” I stammer, withering under the men’s attention. (Are they even men if they have horns?) It feels like they’re undressing me with their eyes. 

Diego steps in front of the group, cutting off their view of me. “Yeah, Baz. These here’re my buddies and co-owners of the farm. The nicest guys you’ll ever meet, I swear!” Over his shoulder he warns the man, “Behave yourselves around Baz! Remember he’s my cow.”

His cow?

Huh?

Before I can ask him what he means by that, he takes me into his arms and hugs me, wuffling the sweat trickling down my neck. And then he turns me around to face his friends, his arm slung proprietarily around my waist. His fingers rest on my butt and somehow find the furrow of my Lycra-enveloped ass. He works his hand in there and I grunt as he scores my hole. WTF?! Diego’s finger is on my butthole!

“Baz, this is Thien, Levi, Abdul, Savoie and Kwame,” he announces, smiling proudly, his finger swirling around my hole. He points to each one as he introduces them and I’m thinking they look like the steroidal equivalent of the Village People. Each guy reaches out with an enormous mitt to grasp my hand, murmuring his hellos, his eyes devouring me like I’m tonight’s main course. I can’t decide whether I like it but something else is currently top of mind.

I turn to Diego and whisper, “Diego, these men all have horns!”

He laughs, “Yeah, and what’s yer, ahem, point? In case you haven’t noticed, so do I! Here, feel.” He takes my hand and lifts it to the side of his head. I flinch when I feel the blunt knob pushing out from his skull beneath his shaggy locks. “That’s why they call us the Detroit Bulls!”

The other men all burst out laughing and suddenly I feel like the crazy one for thinking men with horns are strange. Now that I look at them, I realize they’re bull-like in other ways, too. They have heavy rings hanging from their noses and those noses are distinctly large and flattened. Their nostrils are flared wide, just like a bull’s. Even their ears are long, furry and pointy just like a bull’s.

I glance over at Diego, noticing that his nose is wide and flared, too. He doesn’t have a ring through it, though. And his ears are only slightly pointy.

Reading my thoughts, he supplies, “I won’t get my ring until my horns are fully grown and that won’t happen until I’ve bred my cow.”

There’s that word again.

“Your…cow?”

Another laugh. Diego’s laughter–like his broad smile–is infectious. “Well, yeah, bud. What’s a bull without his cow, right?” 

His big hand grabs my butt possessively, driving home the implied meaning and I swallow, wondering if he’s really asking me what I think he’s asking.

He doesn’t give me long to ponder this because he’s already stuffing something into my palm. It’s soft and silken. When I lift my hand to look at it, my eyebrows go sky-high. It’s a thong! Diego just gave me a silk thong! And that’s not all. It’s white with black blotches like a Holstein cow.

“You gotta wear this tonight, bro,” he explains. “It’s the house rules ‘cuz yer still a human.”

I look from the tiny piece of fabric to his serious face, repeating, “Still a human?”

“Well, yeah,” he says, “You haven’t been bred yet, have ya?” He digs in his back pocket and extracts something that makes a low clanging sound. “And put this on, too.”

I blink. He’s holding a cowbell on a leather collar! I almost can’t believe it when he proceeds to fasten it around my neck. He pats my bottom, pushing me upstairs, “Now go shower and come back down in your cow-stume.” He laughs and the other bulls guffaw.

And so I find myself climbing the stairs with the stupid cowbell clanging around my neck and the Holstein thong in my hands. It’s baffling but not nearly as baffling as when I obey Diego’s commands, step into the ridiculous thong and pull it up my ass crack. I shiver as its silken string grazes my clenched pucker. When I look down at myself, I’m chagrined to see how insignificant my bulge looks in it. You can see everything, including the distinct ridge of my circumcised glans. My little penis pokes straight out over the rounded curve of my little nut sac. Because I’m a triathlete, my body is completely bare of hair, even my legs are shaved smooth. In comparison to Diego, I must look like a very tender morsel of boyhood.

Which, I suppose, is the point in making me dress (or undress, more precisely) like this.

***

I make quite an impression that night in my revealing attire. I’ve never been quite this naked in public but, I reason, it’s not so different from my days as a competitive swimmer. Both Diego and I used to be on the university swim team and our Speedos were nearly as brief as this damned thong. The only difference was my ass cheeks weren’t on display like this. To say nothing of my butthole…

A chorus of low whistles greets me as I saunter back down stairs. If the bulls were lusting over me before, now their eyes are blazing with an inferno of desire that leaves me self-conscious and shaken. Diego’s gaze is even more incendiary as he pulls me to his side and his hands rove freely over my buttocks. He rests his middle finger on my tight hole and I realize me and Diego are now in bonafide gay territory. There is no way my straight-boy brain can construe our behavior as anything but amorous.

“The cows’ll be here soon,” he murmurs, his broad nose wuffling my ear. “C’mon out by the grill with me and I’ll cook up the burgers.” He hesitates before clarifying, “They’re veggie burgers, you know. We don’t eat any meat here, especially not beef.”

“Of course,” I reply. 

It might appear on the outside like I’m unphased by being naked and fondled by a very bovine man but inwardly I’m dissociating. Nothing in my prior life experience has prepared me for this bizarre situation. Ever since I stepped off the plane in Detroit, I feel like Alice when she passed through the looking glass. If it weren’t for how much I like Diego’s hands on my body, I would’ve fled a long time ago. Even this realization throws me for a loop. What the fuck is happening to me?

“You look delectable,” Diego croons as he surveys my mostly naked body. It’s true, I realize as I look down at myself. My rigorous triathlon training has paid off in sexy dividends. I’m smooth, taut and supple, my limbs sleek and my torso pleasantly muscled but very lean. I can see why Diego likes to stare at me so much. Even my little penis poking out against the sheer fabric of the thong seems just right beside Diego’s hefty dominance. He flips a few burgers on the grill and they sizzle as he adds, “I’m glad I’ve got you for a whole month! I’ve been waiting forever to get you all to myself.”

I shiver and it’s not because I’m cold, although the truth is I am a tad bit chilly. The sun is setting on a long Michigan summer day and the humidity is settling over my hairless skin, cooling me even as I simmer under Diego’s sultry stare. Diego pulls me to his side and I soak in his warmth.

The intimacy of our moment together is interrupted by a commotion outside the gates. I hear low mooing and jostling and wonder what’s going on. Diego follows my gaze and comments, “Looks like the cows are coming home. Get ready to party!”

One of the other bulls–Thien, I think–opens the gate and a whole herd of the biggest, roundest men barge through. They might all have different skin colors but their bodies are almost identical and, by identical, I mean plump and curvaceous. Each one possesses the biggest, meatiest buttocks and they’re all wearing tight denim or canvas shorts that display these assets to the maximal extent. They are broad and beefy like the bulls but shorter and their shoulders are more rounded. Also, they have sizable chests with really noticeable nipples pushing out against their tight t-shirts. Their faces are pudgy like the rest of them and their eyes are huge and doe-like. Most sport nerdy, little moustaches in contrast to the bulls’ full beards.

“Look at ‘em,” Kwame says from beside me. I glance over at him in surprise, wondering where he came from and how long he’s been standing there. “All those fuckn’ cows dyin’ to be bred!” He reaches down and hefts his giant bulge–the equivalent of a tree trunk over two basketballs–suggestively. “I can’t wait!” He wades through the rotund crowd of cows and they turn to him, worshipping him like a god.

I blink at the scene. He seems to be correct in his assessment of the lusty cows. The new arrivals crowd around the bulls, rubbing their oversized rumps against those giant bulges, vying for attention. There are easily ten times as many of these so-called cows as the bulls, making for fierce competition.

“It’s just like tops and bottoms in the human gay world,” a voice purrs behind me. “There are always a lot more cows than bulls.”

I turn to discover a cute little cow with a tiny ring through his nose and curly strawberry blond locks gracing his head. He smiles at me as he sashays over, his big buttocks clapping behind him. I realize then that a subtle clapping noise pervades the yard, barely audible beneath the festive music playing through a BlueTooth speaker. It’s the sound of dozens of cow bootycheeks clapping together! I soon learn that this clapping is the heartbeat of the farm. The cows’ butt clapping echoes continuously throughout the day as they work in the fields.

“Tops and bottoms?” I ask, unfamiliar with the term.

“Oh, honey,” he says, placing a companionable hand on my shoulder, “You’re new here, right? I can tell you haven’t been bred yet.” He looks down at my naked body and wrinkles his nose. I realize then that I seem pathetically scrawny in comparison to the rest of the cows. 

“Bred?” I mouth, my voice barely a peep.

He rolls his eyes, “Oh, lordy! I have my work cut out for me tonight!” He executes a mock bow, “My name’s Sebby. Allow me to be your ambassador to life in the bull pen.” He straightens, grinning slyly, “I can tell you need one.”

“Th-Th-Thank you,” I stammer. Diego has stepped away to grab more veggie burgers in the house and I feel lost without his steady presence beside me. 

“Oh, darling, it’s my pleasure,” Sebby drawls. “Us cows need to stick together, right?”

“I guess?”

He laughs and takes me by the hand, leading me to a cooler under a nearby rose bush. He pushes aside a few other cows who are milling about and extracts a couple of bottles. He unstoppers one and hands it to me, instructing, “Drink this. It’ll put you in season.”

I sniff the liquid before I drink it, realizing it’s not milk. Rather than sweet, it smells kind of mushroomy. “What is it?” I ask suspiciously. The label on the bottle reads, “BULL MILK.”

“Just drink it, doll,” Sebby says, popping the top on his and guzzling it down. He wipes his ‘milk stache’ off on the back of his hand and tilts his head toward the grill where Diego is once again flipping burgers, “If you wanna be a good cow, you better do as I say. Diego would want that.” As if he somehow heard his name over the ruckus, Diego looks over at me and grins wolfishly. I feel my heart flutter in response and lower my head, blushing furiously. Sebby clicks his tongue, “See? I was right! I can’t believe it. Diego really has finally found his cow!”

I lift my head, “His cow? What do you mean?”

Sebby waves his hand dismissively, “Oh, nothing. Just that Diego is the most sought after bull in the pen but he refuses to breed any of us. I mean, he’ll let us drink his milk but he hasn’t actually mounted a cow yet. Not that we haven’t tried our hardest, mind you!” He turns to look at me, his blue eyes stormy with envy, “But, nope, none of us cows are good enough for him. Until now. Just look at him! He’s smitten with you!” He shakes his head, causing his curly locks to tremble alluringly and I’m startled to see that he has a pair of small horns hiding under his tresses. They are smaller and more delicate than the bulls’ but they’re horns nonetheless. 

Oblivious to my scrutiny, Sebby continues, “Who’d’ve thought? A one-cow bull! Ha! The other bulls have a whole herd of cows at their disposal but not Diego. He said he’s saving himself for somecow special. I guess he’s old-fashioned that way.” He turns his knowing eyes on me and snorts, “And you must be that somecow, right? You won his heart somehow, otherwise why would he bother converting another human?”

“Converting?”

He waves this off, “Don’t worry yer pretty lil’ noggin about it, sweetheart. You’ll find out soon enough. Now drink that milk! You need to be nice ‘n’ prepped before he breeds you.”

“Huh? Why?” Nothing Sebby says makes sense.

Sebby places his pudgy little hands on his corpulent hips, “Because his big ol’ bull-cock would kill you if he mounted you right now.” He points at Diego and I see he’s chatting amiably with an eager little cow in green overalls. The cow is practically drooling over his inhumanly large bull-bulge. Just seeing the cow look at Diego like that makes my hands clench. Sebby clears his throat and I look back at him in chagrine as he continues, “Look at that cock, darling. No human would survive being mounted by a bull that size. You need to be prepped first.”

“If you say so.” As I said, nothing Sebby says makes sense.

“I do,” Sebby purrs, tapping my milk bottle. “Now go on, gurl! Drink up!”

I’m about to do so when I notice something about Sebby. There’s a funny, soft, saggy bulge protruding from his round belly. It’s too high up to be his package and it’s the wrong shape anyways. There seem to be weird projections coming off of it. Almost like it’s a–

“You like my udder?” Sebby asks, noticing the focus of my attention, and then proceeds to lift the hem of his t-shirt. My eyes go round when a squishy, pink udder flops out with four succulent teats dangling from its baggy end. “You’ll have your own milk bag soon enough, darling!” I can’t tear my eyes off of those teats. They’re reddened and chapped like they’ve been recently milked, which Sebby confirms the next moment when he informs me, “All of us cows just got done with our evening milking. I’m so glad! I felt like I was gonna pop if I didn’t get emptied.”

“You. Got. Milked?”

“Well, yeah!” He gives me a funny look before shaking his horned head, “God, I forget what it’s like to be human. It’s been so long I’ve forgotten this is all new to you.”

My mouth is opening and closing on its own accord as my beleaguered brain tries desperately to wrap itself around this information. “W-W-Wait,” I stutter, “you mean, you’re one of the dairy cows that Diego was telling me about?”

Sebby nods, “Yep, one and the same.” He lifts his head proudly, “Me and my fellow cows are the bread and butter of this establishment. Without our milk and our labor, this farm would just be another roadside vegetable stand. Our milk is one hundred percent organic, too, and precious as white gold. We sell it to grocery stores all over the city.” He gestures down to his saggy udder, “Detroit’s healthiest refreshment right here!”

I massage my brow, feeling suddenly overwhelmed and very tired. At the same time, I’m waking up to just how ridiculous and out of place I am here as the only human present. Plus, I’m a very naked and skinny human at that. “I-I-I think I need to go lie down,” I murmur, turning to take my leave of Sebby. I had been famished before I started talking to him but now I feel sick to my stomach. 

As I start to make my way back into the house, my cowbell rattling around my neck, I notice that all of the other cows are just like Sebby: They have pink udders and fat teats hanging out of the bottom of their t-shirts. How did I miss that before? I guess I can be forgiven; there’re just too many bizarre things happening all around me to take in all at once.

I rub my temples, feeling weak. When I start to weave on my feet, Sebby grabs me by the arm and thrusts the milk bottle back into my hand, “Don’t go inside without drinking your bull milk,” he warns. “Diego wouldn’t like that.”

I accept the bottle with its strangely glutinous liquid and am about to take a sip when a bronze-skinned hand grabs mine, stopping me. I look up and see Diego has materialized as if out of thin air next to me. He wags a finger, saying, “Don’t. Whatever you do, don’t drink any of this milk. Understand me?” He takes the bottle away from me and thrusts it at a nearby cow. The portly little cow gratefully accepts it and takes a deep slug of the stuff.

Diego turns on Sebby who lowers his eyes demurely, executing a little curtsy. This show of deference has little effect, however, and he flinches when Diego chastises, “Sebby! You know better than that! Why would you try to get Bastian to drink another bull’s milk?”

“I’m sorry, Bull Master!” Sebby pleads, holding up his tiny hands with their plump little fingers. “I thought you wanted him to prep him to–”

“That was your first mistake, Cow,” Diego growls. “Don’t think.” He taps his finger to his temple, “Leave that to me. Baz isn’t to drink any bull milk, got it? Not until he’s ready to take mine. And he’s especially not to drink any that isn’t absolutely fresh. Nothing pasteurized is ever to pass his pretty lips. Understand me?”

Sebby nods unhappily, “Yessir! I got it! I just thought–”

Diego cuts him off, “Well, don’t. Like I said, leave the thinking to your bulls and focus on your job as a cow.”

“I understand, Bull Master.” Sebby hangs his head. He looks so miserable even his little horns seem droopy. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Diego is silent for a moment, ominously silent, but then his stern facade cracks and he’s smiling again, “It’s alright, you silly cow.” He turns from Sebby and favors me with his famous killer smile, “I know you meant well but Baz here is special. He’s not just another cow on the farm. He’s my cow.”

Sebby shoots me a look of pure venom and I’m embarrassed. Why I’m embarrassed is a complete mystery to me, though. I mean, what the fuck is going on here in this corner of Detroit? I feel like my poor head is going to explode.

“C’mon, my adorable, little cow-in-training.” Diego places his big hand over my bare bottom and squeezes, guiding me back over to the grill. The other cows are watching us with expressions that range from longing to envy. “Let’s gorge ourselves on some good ol’ farm cookin’.”

He leads me to a picnic table where he balances me on his lap and proceeds to feed me more food than I’ve ever eaten in one sitting. By the time he’s finished with me, his tumescent bulge is even bigger (and harder) against my bare buttocks and my stomach is rounded out, stuffed full to bursting. Not only is the food of greater quantity than I’m used to, it’s also incredibly rich and soaked in loads of butter. I worry that I’ll get fat if he keeps feeding me like this. 

Little do I know…

I go to bed that night with Diego tucking me in and gazing fondly down at me. He lowers his great, shaggy head and kisses me softly on the lips, saying, “You ate well tonight like a good little cow. I need you to get nice and plump before I breed you. You got too lean out in Colorado.” He smiles, smoothing my curls away from my eyes, “But don’t worry yer pretty little head ‘bout that. You’ll be fat before you know it! Just get some rest tonight and forget about everything else, Ok?” I nod and his smile widens, “Tomorrow we’ll get up early so I can show you the farm. And then we’ll head to the bulls’ private cottage on the lake. I promise you’ll return a whole new cow!”

***

Chapter 3

The next morning I’m in the bathroom, shaving my pubes, when Diego lumbers in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He’s wearing only a jockstrap, something that shouldn’t surprise me because I lived with him for four years in college and saw him naked and jocked quite often. In fact, he usually preferred to walk around naked in our apartment, letting his long dong slap against his smooth thighs.

I thought he was hung back then but, fuck, that was nothing! I’m not prepared for the sight of his mega junk stretching out the supersized pouch of that jockstrap, though. It swings heavy and full between his solid, furry thighs, nearly reaching the floor. I swallow as he squeezes behind me. He doesn’t even try to keep that bulge from touching me. Quite the opposite! He stands directly behind me and wraps his burly arms around my chest, drawing me in close. My little buttocks spread apart, making way for that giant monster. 

I feel like I’m part of Diego, like I belong to him. My head is swimming and all I feel is his hard body and his pumping heart and hardening bulge. His musky scent fills my nostrils and my knees go weak. I sag and he catches me, holding me closer, his mouth in my ear.

“Lemme do that.”

He takes the razor from me and gently scrapes away at my pubes. The blond hair disappears and I’m left soft and pink and utterly smooth. He washes the blade under the sink and scrapes the light hair clinging to my balls until they’re denuded as well. When he’s done, I’m smooth and hairless from my neck down. He even bends me over and rests the razor on my little pert rosebud, whisking away my butt hairs. It feels so naughty that my penis stiffens. I’m glad I’m so small down there because otherwise I’d be embarrassed. As it is, though, there’s not much difference when my dick is erect because it’s basically the same size as flaccid, just a little firmer. Having a micro penis has its perks, I guess. Funny it took me so long to realize that.

I look away from my tiny knob and see that Diego has sprouted a tree trunk between his legs.

Shaving me has gotten him really turned on and his jock-encased erection is spectacular. Nearly as big as a lesser man’s neck and so long and heavy it pulls the waistband down of his jockstrap, exposing a nappy profusion of black pubic hair. I notice then that he’s not just wearing one jock; he’s got no less than five on at the same time.

He looks down at his straining hardon and shrugs, “Sorry, baby. You got me all worked up.” He runs his hand across my hairless ass and his finger pushes between my cheeks, lingering over my hot, tiny hole. I shiver. What is going on with me? Why am I letting him treat me like this and, more importantly, why is he having this effect on me? I feel like an eager little slut whenever he’s close by.

Diego smiles at my confusion, drawing me in close. My freshly shaved skin presses against his bristly body. I inhale his heady scent and my head is spinning. “Wh-wh-what’s happening to me?” I beg. “I feel so…helpless.”

“You’re becoming my cow,” he explains patiently as if he’s talking to a child. “You want that, right?” His rough hands run down the smooth lines of my body, coming to rest over my tummy. He cups my belly approvingly, “It’s already growing. You’ve put on padding just since last night!”

I look down and realize he’s right. The ridges of my abs have softened and, for the first time in my life, I’m sporting a baby belly. My skin down there is soft and pink and rounded out by fat.

“No,” I say. “No.” I push myself off of him even though part of me cries out in protest, sad to be parted from his warm, firm bulk. “I’ve gotta go for a run.”

“Suit yourself,” he says, letting me go. If he’s disappointed by my departure, he doesn’t show it.  “I’ll have breakfast waiting for you so come back hungry.”

Just the mention of food gets my stomach growling and I scowl at him, hurrying back to my room to get dressed in my little pair of nylon running shorts and a tiny tank top. Five minutes later, I’m running as fast as I can down the street, trying to get as far away from Diego as I can.

Like that’s possible.

I go maybe a mile before my legs protest. My muscles feel heavy and my body is tired. I’m used to running ten miles every morning like it’s nothing but today it’s all I can do to run five. Plus, the longer I’m away from Diego, the more I crave him. The ghost of his odor fills my nose and I ache with hunger. The memory of his size and his touch are burned into my skin and I long to be with him. In fact, I realize with a start, it actually hurts to be away from him for very long. I’m drawn back to his house like he’s a magnet and soon I’m standing sweaty and dripping at his door.

“Welcome back, baby,” he says with a wink, opening the door for me before sauntering back into the kitchen. He’s still clad only in his multiple jockstraps and his package sloshes ponderously with each step, seeming even bigger and heavier than before. I goggle when I see that his giant nut bag actually scrapes the ground at his feet! I realize I misjudged his size down there, way underestimating it. His balls are as big as basketballs, not bowling balls. Maybe even bigger.

He looks over his shoulder, noticing how my jaw is hanging open. “Your breakfast is on the table, baby. Eat up and then I’ll show you around the farm. We’ll drive to the cabin this afternoon.”

Completely in his thrall, I follow him inside and devour more food than I thought myself capable of consuming. Diego watches me from across the table, a proud smile on his face. “That’s my good little cow! Get nice ‘n’ fat, Cow! Eat up!”

I stand up and I have to grip the table because my balance seems to have shifted. It takes me a moment to realize where the source of this new, lower center of gravity: My ass. When I reach back and cup my buttocks, I’m startled to feel their newly expanded size and softness. I look at Diego, confusion written across my face.

“Just let it happen,” he soothes. “You’ll be happier once yer a fat cow. A good cow is a fat cow.”

I don’t reply to this. What could I say? Instead, I make my way slowly upstairs, feeling my body jiggle in places it never used to before. I shower, my heavier body weighing me down. When I step into my bikini briefs, they barely fit over my bigger buttocks and the top half of my ass feels like it’s spilling out behind me.

“Uh uh,” Diego scolds from the doorway of my bedroom. I was so focused by my bigger butt that I didn’t hear him come up the stairs, “The thong and your cowbell. That’s your uniform now, baby.” He picks up the discarded thong from the floor at the foot of my bed and holds it out to me. I take it and peel my too-small briefs off before obediently stepping into it. His hungry eyes are on my body the whole time. He fastens the bell around my neck, kissing my ear, “This bell tells the other cows–and the bulls!–that you belong to me. Don’t forget to wear it from now on, Ok?”

“Ok.”

I jangle when I walk, the stupid bell announcing my presence everywhere I go. I feel ridiculous.

He takes my hand and we walk out of the house with me wearing only a Holstein thong and a cowbell. I can feel my ass bounce a little with each step, which is new, and my belly looks even rounder than it did this morning, probably because I ate so much breakfast. 

I’m wondering how I let him talk me into this and resolve that I’ll stop gorging immediately. And that’s not all! From here on out, I’ll refuse to let him talk me into doing any more humiliating things!

Thus having made up my mind, I square my shoulders, feeling a bit better. I reason that it’s Ok to play along for now because we’re not exactly in public and the only people–er, bovines–around are other bulls and cows. It could be worse, I guess. And what’s a few extra pounds? I’ll burn them off within a week once I get back to my fitness regimen in Colorado. Besides, when I’m with Diego I forget about how stupid and fat I look and only have eyes for him.

He takes me to the gardens where a bunch of cows are busy weeding and harvesting early season tomatoes. They look up at the sound of my cowbell and wave to us. I find myself staring critically at their bottom-heavy bodies. Their butts are so round and full! And then there are those thighs and unsightly udders! 

It must be nearly time for their morning milking because their udders are even more swollen than the night before. They hang down from their bellies, sloshing to and fro, full to bursting with new milk. I shudder. Being that heavy and full of milk must be awful!

I’ll never let myself get that big. 

Never!

Diego notices the cows’ full udders and confirms, “It’s milking time, baby. C’mon! I’ll show you the barn.”

A moment later, a bell rings in the distance and the cows look up, quickly abandoning their work in the gardens. Then they’re plodding towards the milking barn in single file, their fat ass cheeks clapping noisily behind them and their full udders swaying like giant bladders before them.

***

An hour later, I lean against the barn door after witnessing the milking activities inside. I feel hot and sweaty and my pulse is racing. I can’t get over what I just saw. Row upon row of cows with their shirts pulled up, a milking machine connected to their chapped teats, sucking their udders empty of milk. The extract liquid flowed overhead through a series of tubes, eventually filling a giant stainless steel canister in the back. It’s a very sanitary and efficient process but that doesn’t make it any less jarring. The cows mill about while they’re being milked, scrolling through Instagram on their smartphones and exchanging gossip. The whole time the steady thrum of the milking machine fills the air.

“Pretty cool, huh?”

I look over and see Diego standing there with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. He’s wearing the same denim overalls as yesterday but today he’s bare-chested underneath and I note with approval that his rugged torso is covered in thick, black hair. I have to admit he looks incredibly virile and handsome.

He reaches out and musses my hair, causing my bell to let out a muted clank. “The best part is yet to come, though,” he promises. “Follow me.” He turns and heads toward a small outbuilding not far away.

I start to follow him inside but take a step backwards once I see the first bull. It’s Savoie, I think, and his overalls are undone, pulled down past his waist. He’s reclining in a chair and a giant, metal suction tube is attached to his groin. As I watch, a sucking sound fills the air as the tube bears down on his penis, forming a seal. Savoie throws back his head and lets out a contented bellow as thick, white fluid fills the hose above the tube. Similar to the milking machine for the cows, this one leads to a large, stainless steel vat in the back of the shed. It’s not quite as large as the one in the milking barn but it’s not exactly small, either. 

It doesn’t take me long to put two and two together and realize I’m looking at the source of the bull milk that Sebby tried to get me to drink the night before.

Feeling queasy, I look from Savoie to Diego. He shrugs his big shoulders, “Bulls need to be milked, too.” He starts to undo his overalls and I have to look away. I’m not ready to see Diego naked yet. I can’t handle it.

Soon, he’s sitting in the recliner next to Savoie, gyrating his hips on the chair and mooing orgiastically as the machine sucks his member dry, harvesting buckets of bull cum from his hefty low-hangers. The other bulls arrive, one by one, and sit down, attaching the giant tubes to their cocks. (I don’t watch this, though.) The cramped room brims with the deep, guttural lowing of a half dozen bulls getting their cum milked. The air is thick with the scent of mushrooms.

Later, after he’s been thoroughly milked and his groin has been freed from the huge suction pump, Diego explains, “Our ‘milk’ is a reward for the cows. They’re such horny little fuckers! The other bulls try their hardest to mount them every day but there’s just too many of them! Worse, if they’re deprived of our semen for too long, they go a little crazy. We call it ‘Mad Cow Disease’. Haha! Plus, they need our cum to keep generating milk.”

I’m completely numb as I mumble, “You don’t say.” 

I drop my head in my hands, overwhelmed. I have a pounding headache and feel like I’m coming down with heatstroke even though it’s a pleasantly cool day.

Diego’s face softens, “Aw, it’s a lot to take in, isn’t it, baby?” He drops an arm over my shoulders and pulls me against his reassuring bulk. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll get used to it here. You’ll start thinking of this as your home before you know it!”

Somehow, in less than twenty four hours, Diego has gone from calling my visit a vacation to assuming I’ll move in with him. I don’t know how to feel about that. The truth is I don’t know how to feel about anything right now.

I lean next to him in silence, soaking in the morning sun and trying to wrap my head around what I’ve just witnessed. Diego lowers his hand onto my bare ass again and starts pushing his thick finger into my hole. I shiver as my body betrays me and I push back, inviting him to explore deeper. He makes a low moan of appreciation.

I’m just getting into it when a smarmy voice calls out, “Well, well, well, do my eyes deceive me or is this a newly fattened cow I spy with my little eye?” I look over and see Sebby staring at us, an evil smile playing across his round, moustachioed face. He sidles over and grabs the new, soft folds of skin hanging over the elastic band of my thong, exclaiming, “Ooh, a muffin top already! That was fast!” He pinches and I try to pull away but he’s already moved on to grabbing my bigger, heavier ass, “And junk in the trunk, too. Haha! Diego isn’t wasting any time making you his own, is he? Soon yer gonna have a cow cunt look just like me!”

With that, he lifts his udder with one hand while yanking down his shorts with the other. I fish-mouth when I see his naked crotch. He wasn’t kidding. In place of a cock, he has only the moist folds of an ugly cunt. He becomes gleeful in the face of my revulsion and spreads his legs provocatively. I watch transfixed as those nasty lips pull apart, gaping wide enough to fit a man’s head. Globs of semen to trickle down his thick thighs and he shivers with happiness. I swallow bile when I realize that Sebby has just gotten his cunt stretched out by one of the bulls.

“Sebby!” Diego growls. “Pull up yer fuckin’ panties! NOW!” 

He doesn’t even wait for Sebby to comply before he’s pulling me away and steering me back to his house. It’s too late, though; the damage has already been done. I’m completely traumatized by what I’ve just witnessed. No matter how hard I try, I can’t unsee Sebby’s big, sloppy cow cunt.

“Diego, I can’t do this,” I cry between shuddering gasps. I’m hiding in a corner of the living room, crouched down and holding my head in my hands. 

I’m shaking and horrified and all I can think is that I’ve got to escape from this awful farm. I’ll do whatever it takes! I’ll even book an expensive flight home to Colorado tonight, regardless of the condition of my nearly empty bank account. I was stupid for ever agreeing to stay with Diego. The Diego I knew is gone and a monster has taken his place. If I leave now and exercise my ass off (literally), I can get back my formerly glorious figure and–

“Baz, please.” Diego lifts me up into his burly arms and backs me against the wall. He leans in and presses his firm, wide, powerful body against mine. His feral scent fills my nostrils. I inhale and my panic recedes, replaced inexplicably by a deep, burning lust. Diego always smells so damned good…

“Diego, I–”

He silences me with a kiss. His lips seal over mine and then his blunt tongue forces inside my mouth and I’m not only smelling him, I’m tasting him, too, and he tastes amazing. I wrap my arms around him and dig my nails into his furry back. He lifts his snout in the air and lets out a deep, desperate huff. When he looks back down at me, his eyes are blazing red with hunger. He slams his fist into the wall, grabbing a hank of my hair and yanking my head back so I’m forced to stare up at him. My mouth opens and I moisten my lips with my tongue. This nearly drives him insane with desire and I watch mesmerized as he comes undone in front of me.

“I-I-I can’t take it,” he moans, grabbing his head in his big hands and clenching his jaw. “I wanna fuck yer pussy so bad I can taste it. But I can’t! I can’t when you’re like this! Not when you’re still human…”

“Diego,” I manage to gasp despite the lust pumping through my veins, “I don’t have a pussy and I don’t want one. Especially not if it looks like…the one I just saw.” I can’t bring myself to say Sebby’s name aloud.

Diego stares at me in disbelief. “Oh? You think you don’t have a pussy, huh? Then what’s this?” He lowers his hands and cups my ass. A whimper slips out of my mouth as his blunt fingers pluck aside the string of my thong and he gently teases my asshole. He chuckles, “If this ain’t a pussy, then I’m not a hung bull.”

“Ahhhh, fuuuuuuck!” I moan, writhing under his probing fingertips. “Ok! Ok! You win! I have a pussy and I want you to fuck it! Are you happy?”

“Only one thing would make me happier,” he pants in my ear, “and that’s if you become my cow. Will you, Baz? Will you be my cow?”

My mouth finds his again and I cling to him, clawing his back and forcing my tongue as deep inside him as possible. I can’t get enough of his flavor. I can’t get enough of him! For the first time in my life I realize I’m not straight and never have been because I’ve been furiously in love with Diego for as long as I can remember. I want him so bad it hurts.

But, as madly as I love him, I don’t know if I am ready to be his cow.

“Is that the only way you can fuck me?” I gasp. His saliva is coating my mouth and running down my face. “Really?”

“‘Fraid so,” he starts to say and then stops.

“What?” I ask, pressing my body into him like I’ll die if there’s even an inch of space between us.

“Nuthin’,” he says. “Let’s not talk about this right now. It was wrong of me to force you into a decision.” He smiles and my heart melts because Diego is so handsome when he’s happy. “C’mon. Let’s get outta here and go to the cabin. We can run, bike and swim this afternoon juss like old times. Sound like fun?”

“Fuck, yeah!” I say, delighted that I get to spend so much time with him. And alone, no less. Just like that, my freakout is forgotten and I never want this vacation to end.

***

Chapter 4

“Does it bother you?” I ask him after we stop for gas on the outskirts of a little town about an hour outside of Detroit. Diego looks over at me questioningly and I clarify, “When they tease you and call you names?”

Diego had been filling his truck with gas, his giant bulge on full display, when a truck carrying a couple rednecks barrelled through the parking lot. Over the squealing of tires, I heard someone yell, “FUCKIN’ FAGGOT-ASS FREAK!!!” To my surprise, Diego didn’t react and merely continued to fill the gas tank as if nothing had happened.

He shakes his head at my question, “Nah, they’re juss envious. It don’t bother me at all.” He pauses and fixes me with his gold-flecked eyes, “It does bother me, though, when they pick on you.” He sets his jaw, “Nobody disrespects my cow and gets away with it.”

I look down at my lap, remembering the ugly scene inside the gas station when I was standing in line to buy a fudge bar. The cashier’s harsh, taunting words still burn in my ears. I’ve never been called a trashy slut before and it hurts. 

Of course, I almost can’t blame the dude. Diego insists on dressing me and I’m wearing only a tiny crop top and a pair of low-rise shorts that are way too tight for my expanding ass. Unlike other men who retain their manly shape as they pack on the pounds, my fat is flabby, listless and jiggly. My round belly sags down in a thick flap of blubber and my muffin top bleeds over the waistband of the shorts. I know, because I can feel the cool air on my jello-y buttocks, that the whaletale of my thong rides up high over my soft globes. I look ugly and ridiculous, just like the man said.

The cowbell clangs softly around my neck as I look over at Diego, my cheeks red, “Thanks for that back there. For punching that guy, I mean.”

He rubs his bloodied fist and starts the truck, “No problem. The fucker had it comin’.” He pulls out of the parking lot, “Now let’s pick up some groceries in town. I wanna cook you a fancy meal tonight to celebrate.”

I swallow, imagining the two of us walking down the aisles of a small-town grocery store, picking out vegetables together. If we caused a scene at the gas station, it’ll be nothing compared to the grocery store!

I want to talk him out of going but I know it’s futile. Diego is proud of who he is and he’s proud of me; he’ll never let the small-minds and judgments of others get in our way. Instead I ask, “Celebrate what?”

He looks at me and smiles, making my heart flutter, “Us, baby. We’re celebrating us. After all these years, we can finally be together and there ain’t nobody who’ll ever tear us apart.”

***

The grocery store is practically empty when we enter and I breathe a silent prayer of thanks. The cashier–a tall, lanky, handsome teenage boy with a big Adam’s apple and even bigger hands–waves at us as we pass, calling out to Diego, “How’s it hangin’ today, boss?”

Diego grins and gives him a brief up-nod, “Heavy and low as always, bro. You?”

The boy grins sheepishly, grabbing his meager crotch, “Not nearly as heavy and low as you, boss.”

We continue on through the store. Diego is unhurried, leaning over the shopping cart because it’s a lot of work hauling around that giant bulge and even he gets tired sometimes. He takes his time and picks out only the finest (and most calorie-laden) ingredients, smiling at my belly each time he places something in the cart as if he’s imagining how it will look once it settles onto my expanding waistline.

I can feel eyes on us the whole time but the attention we get isn’t hostile. It ranges from curious to openly friendly. One older woman is particularly effusive when Diego introduces me to her. “You must be the cow that Diego talks about all the time!” She gives me a warm hug, “I’m so happy you’re finally together!” She reaches up and touches the side of my head and notes the absence of horns, adding, “Still haven’t had your special night in the pasture together, though?” She looks over at the furiously blushing Diego, teasing, “Be gentle with him, Diego. He’s such a sweet little cow, you don’t want to hurt him!”

“I won’t, ma’am,” Diego promises, folding my hand in his much bigger one. “Bastian is my special somecow!”

After she leaves, I murmur, “They seem to know you pretty well here, huh?”

He nods, still blushing, “Yep, the bulls’re famous around these parts. The locals warmed up to us a lot after we bought the cabin on the lake.”

“That’s cool.” 

I have to admit I found the little interaction quite touching. It felt good to have my relationship with Diego affirmed in such a tender way. I look back and discover the cashier is watching us. He gives me a thumbs up and a broad smile when he catches my eye. It’s not long before I meet him face to face because Diego is just about done with his shopping. He smiles as we approach and I notice that his name tag reads Scott.

“So,” Scott says to Diego as we unload our cart, “you have a new cow, huh, boss?” He tilts his head at me, “I never thought I’d see the day! I thought you’d be a single bull forever.”

Diego takes my hand and squeezes it, admitting, “I was saving myself for Baz here. There’s no other cow for me.”

Scott eyes me closely, “Lucky cow.” He turns back to Diego, “I was kinda hopin’ you’d pick me. I mean, if I can’t be a bull, I’ll gladly join your herd as a cow.”

Diego chuckles, “Careful what you wish for, boy. You may not have what it takes to be a bull but are ya sure you wanna be a cow instead? It’s hard work and you have to make a lot of sacrifices, not the least of which is your manhood. You really wanna do that, Scott? You’d trade in your humanity to be just another cow in my herd?” He pauses, adding almost ruefully, ”But if that’s what you really want, I can mount you after I breed Baz here.”

Scott’s eyes slide from Diego over to me. He takes in my ridiculously revealing getup, rolls of flab, ugly muffin top, Holstein thong and protruding belly and yet still he nods eagerly, “I’m sure, boss! I wanna be yer cow more than anything in this world! Make me yer cow, boss! Pah-lease!”

I want to argue with him, tell him to reconsider. He’s a very good looking boy with serious stud potential in his future. It’s true that he’ll never be on the same level as Diego but, then again, hardly any man is. He has his whole life as a man ahead of him. Why on earth would he want to be turned into a fat cow?

But Diego is already handing Scott a bottle of bull milk that he must’ve stashed in his back pocket. (Did he know what the kid was going to ask before we came in here?) “Do me a favor,” he says as Scott reaches excitedly for the bottle, “and leave this in your fridge for a week. If you still wanna be a cow after that, drink it and come find me.”

Scott nods happily, “I will, boss! I will! Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! I can’t wait to join your herd!”

He’s so giddy that he acts like he just won the lottery rather than receiving the substance that will forever rob him of his manhood and make him into a fat, obedient cow whose only thoughts are for milking and being bred. But who am I to judge? I’m clearly no better. Just look at what I’ve already let Diego do to me.

Diego jerks his chin in farewell to Scott and places his hand on my shoulder. My cowbell clangs as I grab our bags and he moves me out of the store. Only after we’re settled back in his truck does he ask, “Are you Ok with that? With my taking Scottie as a cow in my herd?” Before I can answer, he explains, “The other bulls have been patient with me, waiting a whole year for me to breed you, but my services are needed.” He shakes his head, “Being a bull’s a lot of work and I’ve made their lives harder by courting you for so long. They’re not like me. They breed whoever they want, whenever they want. I’m not built like that.” He grows very serious, placing his hand over his heart, “I’m your bull, Bastian. I love you and only you. No other cow will ever change that. But, as much as it pains me to say it, you might be the only cow for me but I have to be a bull for the whole herd. I’m expected to breed other cows if I stay on at the farm. When we get back, the other bulls’ll expect me to perform my duties. There’re just too many cows for the five of them to handle. They need me. And the cows need me even more.”

I swallow. His brown eyes are soulful and filled with apology as well as love. I lower my head, blinking back tears when I realize he’s completely serious; he’s meant every word he just said. But my tears aren’t just because I’m touched, they’re also because I’m really fucking conflicted and scared. I feel my heart swell with love for Diego even as my pulse hammers with fear.

“I-I-I will think about it,” I say finally. “About being your cow, I mean. And, yeah, if I agree to become your cow, I’m fine with you breeding the others.” I smile wanly, “It’s your duty after all. Who am I to argue about it?” Diego exhales a long-held breath. He starts to reach for me but I hold up a finger in warning, “All of the other cows but Sebby, that is. I refuse to let you breed him.”

He nods solemnly, “Agreed. He’s a total douche anyways. I could never get it up for him. Plus, his cunt is just plain nasty.” He shudders, “Even I have my limits.”

“That’s good.” 

Even as I say it I’m wondering if the same is true of me. Do I have my limits? And, if so, what are they? Where will I draw the line with Diego?

***

Chapter 5

Our improvised practice triathlon ends in disaster for both of us. I overeat at lunch, carb-loading to the max. I can’t say no to Diego. I just can’t. When he sits me on his big, bulging lap and feeds me, I just keep eating until I can’t move. I’m so heavy afterwards that I can barely struggle into my Lycra tights. And they are tight, alright. I have trouble squeezing into them. I pull my top on and look down at my bare midriff, frowning at the rolls of flab that have materialized there. Just since yesterday? I shake my head. No wonder I have stretch marks!

My ass gets a lot of Diego’s attention and he delights in lifting my love handles and letting them fall. The jiggling is truly epic. His hands are down the back of my tights next and he’s tickling my hole, getting me all worked up.

He somehow managed to cram his cock and balls into a specially modified pair of shorts that are stretched so taut that every vein on his trunk-like cock is visible through the fabric. I lick my lips. I still haven’t seen him fully naked and I’m starting to dream of what it’ll be like to finally touch him. Will he let me hold his big cock? Can I even lift it? What about his balls? I get all riled up just thinking about it.

We try going for a bike ride first but Diego can barely fit on a bike. We only make it a mile before he’s complaining about how badly he hurts. I look over and do a double take. The sight of him trying to fit onto the bike’s tiny wedge-shaped seat with that bloated package is truly astounding. I laugh and he gives me the finger.

“Just wait,” he taunts. “Pretty soon, yer gonna have a big ol’ udder and I’m gonna laugh my ass off watching you try to pedal a bike!”

This sobers me and I look down at my belly. It’s already quite significant as it is. Do I really want to add an udder bag and four big teats to it? I’ve seen how ungainly the other cows are when their udders are full of milk. It makes me wonder if I really am ready to commit to Diego and become his cow.

But then, as so often happens lately, Diego reads my mind, soothing, “Don’t worry, Baz. You lose out on some stuff when you’re a cow but you gain a lot more. Literally. Haha!”

I scowl at him and take off on my bike, leaving him in the dust and enjoying my freedom while I still have it.

***

Running isn’t any easier than biking. I’m so fat now that I can barely plod along but Diego’s in even worse shape. He’s cursing loudly after just a few steps and bends over, clutching his aching package like a sack of potatoes…which is basically what it is. In size and weight, if not in shape.

“I can’t,” he pants, looking up at me pathetically. “Please! Can we stop now?”

“We haven’t even left the driveway,” I observe drily. “Can’t you go any further?”

He shakes his head, “No way. There’s no fuckin’ way.”

I take a deep breath, disappointment settling over me. Two years ago, Diego and I were training for the Kona Ironman. We spent hours at a time in the saddle together, following it up with a twenty-mile run. I shake my head, unable to believe that this is our reality now. I look down at my rapidly fattening body with its smooth, soft rolls of flab pouring out over my bike shorts. Then I look at him and try to square the bull beast in front of me with the lithe, laughing, spritely Diego of a year ago. He was as skinny and sleek as an otter! An otter with a really big dick, that is. (Yeah, even back then Diego was super hung.)

The question arises: Does this version of Diego do it for me? Or do I secretly wish for the return of the old Diego? And what if getting the old Diego back meant sacrificing our budding relationship?

“Why’re you so quiet, Baz?”

The look I give him must speak volumes because soon he’s waddling gingerly over to take me in his brawny arms. And then we’re kissing and his hands are running over my body, worshipping every new roll, cushion and curve.

“You’re the sexiest cow in the world, Baz,” he murmurs in between little nibbles on my lower lip. “I’ve always wanted you, you know that?”

I open my eyes and look at him, “Not really. This is new. I never guessed you were gay before, dude.”

He blinks, ‘Really? What about all those hours I spent licking your little pee-pee and telling you how much it reminded me of a clit?”

I flush. How could I forget? Diego’s favorite pastime (besides working out) was caressing my nub with his long, hot tongue. He would drive me wild telling me that my boi dick was the hottest clit he’d ever licked.

“And what about my cock in your ass?” he presses. “I totally busted yer gay cherry, bro.”

I wince because it’s true. One night we got drunk and he was bragging about what a pussy-fucking pro he was and how he’d won awards–actual awards–for his prowess in bed. I don’t know what came over me but I got up from the couch, bent over, pulled my shorts down and spread my cheeks, challenging, “Oh, yeah? Prove it.” And he did. Over and over and over until I was so sore I was limping for a week.

He watches my face closely and I’m squirming. He knows me better than I know myself, I realize, and it terrifies me. What’s he going to throw in my face next? 

I don’t have to wait long to find out.

He smirks with victory, already preparing his pièce de résistance: “Yer all worked up right now ‘bout gettin’ turned into a cow but this ain’t the first time I’ve had ya modified, is it?”

My face goes white. “Wh-Wh-What? Wh-Wh-When?” I’m suddenly hot, sweat is trickling down my back. Each drop is quickly swallowed, getting lost in the folds of my fat.

“C’mon, Baz!” he chides. “You didn’t forget ‘bout your surgery, did you?”

“Surgery?” Why is my throat so dry?

He nods, “Yeah, the surgery that I paid for. I’m the one who had the doctor chop yer dick down to size, remember?” He works his hand inside the front of my shorts, caressing my nub and making me shiver. “It was just the first step in our plan, bro. The plan you came up with, I need to point out. You always told me how much you wanted a pussy but you were afraid of what Gracie would say if you had bottom surgery. The cock-shrinking procedure was our compromise, meant to tide me over til you were ready for the real deal.” If I’m hoping he’s going to stop there, he quickly disabuses me of this notion by getting in my face, “Tell me why Gracie really left you, bro. Tell me, huh? Was it because yer dick was too tiny to fuck her properly after the surgery?” I gape at him and he shakes his head sadly at my inability to admit the truth, “Pfft. Pathetic. No wonder she left you. You can’t even own up to who you really are.”

“And who is that?” I challenge, recovering a modicum of the righteous indignation that should have been here all along. “Who am I, Diego?”

A proud smile splits his handsome face and his amber eyes glow as he replies, “Isn’t it obvious, Baz? You’re my cow. You’ve always been my cow. And now I’m going to make it permanent. After tonight, the whole world is gonna know who you really are when they see you: My cow. My fuckin’ bitch-ass cow.”

***

Why have I always been so susceptible to Diego? He’s my Kryptonite. He’s always been my Krytonite. I see that now as he leads me by the hand down the hillside next to our cabin. He wades into the lake, tugging me along with him and sighing with contentment as the cool waters gently support his aching package. He lies on his back and the enormous sack between his outspread legs slowly floats to the surface like a behemoth rising from the depths.

“Get on me, baby.” He splashes me with a little water, enticing me to climb on top of him. I oblige, straddling his taut waist and lying forward until our faces are only an inch apart. He smiles and pats my butt, “That’s better. Yeah, that’s better. I’m so glad I finally have you, Baz. I’ve waited so long for this.”

I’m too overwrought to say anything but it doesn’t matter. His big hands are on me and my butt is resting on his tremendous, round protrusion, the one that’s rapidly growing harder and bigger the more he fondles me. 

“Remember when your cock was bigger than mine?” he rumbles in my ear. “Ha! Hard to imagine now, ain’t it?”

I’ve almost forgotten what it was like having a big, thick prick. It never felt right to me that I should have such a big penis, especially not one that was bigger than Diego’s. He used to tease me about it, telling me I wasn’t man enough for a cock like that. And he was right. I eventually let him take it away from me, leaving me with my present pathetic little nub.

“I didn’t deserve it,” I murmur against his furry chest. “You’re the man, Diego. You’ve always been the man. I’m nothing compared to you.”

“You mean I’m the bull,” he corrects me with a growl that gets my heart pounding. “Your bull. And don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t,” I agree meekly because that’s what I am when I’m with Diego: Meek. I take a breath and then, “Diego?”

“Yeah, baby?” He rubs my back with his calloused fingers. It feels so good being here with him, feeling the sun on my back and being held by the man–I mean, bull–I love. 

“How’d you do it? Become a bull, I mean?”

He laughs, “Don’t you mean why? Isn’t that what you really want to know?”

I think about this, “Maybe?”

He laughs again, a deep chuckle that vibrates through my sternum, “I know what my cow likes even before he does himself. Am I wrong? You like me better as a bull than you did when I was a man, don’t you? You like me bigger, stronger and super-hung.”

I don’t answer. I don’t need to because Diego already knows the answer; he can feel my little nub stiffening as it pokes into his belly. He laughs, stroking my hair.

“See? Trust yer bull, baby. Let yer bull do the thinkin’ and everything’ll be just fine.”

“Yeah.” Somehow when he says it like that, I know it’s true. Everything would be a lot easier for me if I just gave in and let Diego decide my fate. I lift my head and my lips find his, “I love you, Diego.”

“And I love you, baby.” He hugs me so tightly that it takes my breath away. “Welcome home, Baz. You’re home. You’re finally home.”

I snuggle against him, savoring everything about him. I know then that the hesitancy I felt when I saw Sebby’s cunt has vanished and that I’m ready. I’m ready for Diego to breed me. I’m ready to become his cow.

I reach back behind me and slide my hand under the waistband of his shorts, stopping short when my fingers touch the sheer enormity of his cock. It’s wider than my waist! Well, wider than my waist was before I gained all this weight, at least. 

“Hey,” Diego whispers, reaching down to pull my hand off of him. “You’re not a cow yet, silly. You need to be prepared first, otherwise there’s no way I’ll be able to fuck you with that thing.”

“How?” I croak, my voice distorted by both panic and desire. “What do I need to do?”

He smiles, “It’s easy. You just need a little taste of my cum. And some time to let it work its magic on you.” He pats my butt fondly, “It doesn’t hurt. There’s no pain. Not even any discomfort. At least that’s what the other cows have told me. It’s not like becoming a bull. When Kwame turned me, I thought I was gonna die. It was the worst pain of my life.”

I inhale sharply, worried for my bull, “What did he do to you?”

He grins and taps his temple, “That’s top secret. Literally. Haha! I can’t tell you.” I must look disappointed because he kisses me, coaxing, “Someday I will, though. After you’re a cow, you’ll understand. Right now it’d just scare you.”

“If you say so.”

He nods, “I do. Now come on. I’ll take you to the pasture where we breed our cows. It’s time, Baz. It’s finally your time.”

We wade out of the lake, hand in hand, and he leads me back up the hill and through a little path in the woods. We emerge in a small clearing next to a babbling brook. It’s a beautiful place. Birds are singing softly and flitting through the trees. Wildflowers are a riot of color, waving sleepily in the breeze that ruffles Diego’s thick hair. He looks down at me and smiles, ordering, “Get down on your hands and knees, baby.”

I obey and soon I’m staring up at him from the tall grass. I must look terrified because he laughs, leaning over to run his thumb over my lower lip. “My cow,” he murmurs, “my sweet little cow.”

And then he rips his shorts off. His giant organ comes flying out, flopping heavily on the ground at his feet, mere inches from my startled face. The tatters of his shorts flutter down, hanging off bent stalks of grass.

His cock is beyond my ability to fathom. It’s far bigger than I ever imagined. Its skin is dark and moist. I hear a gurgling noise and look down at his swollen glans. His voluminous foreskin has pulled back and I can see the long, deep trench of his piss slit. White goo is belching out of it, the source of the gurgling noise. I lick my lips, both horrified and enthralled at the same time.

That…is going to fit inside me?

How?

I look down at my blobby body in confusion. It’s not humanly possible to take a cock that large inside me!

“Baz, you’re overthinking it.”

I look up at him. He’s backlit by the sun high up in the blue sky and I have to shield my eyes to see his face. He squats down on his haunches and rests on his balls like they’re seat cushions. Neat trick, that. I guess he’s never without a place to sit down and rest now that he’s a bull. It’s gotta hurt, though. My balls are just a pair of pebbles in comparison but I can’t imagine ever sitting on them.

He takes my chin in his hand and forces me to look him in the eye, “Stop it. Stop all that thinking. I can hear your brain from here.”

“Ok.”

He sighs, “Impossible. Yer impossible.” Then he reaches down. I watch the tip of his tongue emerge from the corner of his mouth as he grunts with the effort of grabbing his huge cock. Somehow he manages to reel it in and swipes a finger over his dribbling piss slit. Then he swipes that same finger over my upper lip and commands, “Lick and swallow and become my cow.”

I lick.

I swallow.

And then I become his cow.

***

Chapter 6

“How long does it take?” I ask, looking down at my naked body. “I don’t feel any different.”

In answer, Diego lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the field and back to the cabin where he deposits me on the carpet in the middle of the small living room. Then he settles down next to me. It’s not long before I’m resting on top of him, drowsing against his furry chest. His big hands are rubbing my naked body and I feel so safe and so loved. I drift off to sleep.

When I awake, I’m curled up in the crook of his arm. His cock–or really just a small part of if–is pressing against my butt. His lips are against my neck and his other arm is draped over me. It’s late afternoon and the sun is slanting across the carpet, nearing my face.

I notice a glass of water and saucer with a small, white pill on it. “What’s that?” I ask, my voice thick with sleep.

“It’s your birth control pill,” he murmurs, pulling me close. “You should take it now so that you don’t get pregnant when I breed you.” I stiffen and he laughs, “Silly heifer! Didn’t think ‘bout that, did ya? When I mount you, you’ll be fertile. Very fertile.”

“Heifer?” I ask, turning my head to look at him. “I thought I was your cow?”

“You are,” he replies. “Or you will be. Right now, though, you’re just a heifer because you haven’t been bred yet.”

“Huh.” I realize I don’t know anything about animal husbandry, even though I basically have an animal husband now. All this talk about fertility and breeding makes me wonder about something. “Hey, are there any children on the farm? The cows must have babies, right?”

“You mean calves?” he corrects. “Yeah, there are calves. Lots of ‘em, actually. I didn’t get a chance to show you around the rest of the farm but there’s a whole calf-care paddock where some of the cows look after the young ‘uns while the others work in the fields.”

“Do you have any chil–I mean, calves?” For some reason just thinking about the possibility that Diego has had offspring without me gets me anxious.

“Jelly much?” he teases, watching my expression. “The answer is no. I haven’t bred any cows yet. You’ll be my first.”

“But what about your…er, milk? Don’t they use it for…?”

“The bull milk?” He props his head on his elbow, “That’s just for drinking. We don’t use it for artificial insemination. Haha! Why would we need to when the cows are begging us to breed them all the time?” I make a funny noise and he pulls me closer, kissing my ear. “Baz,” he chides, “you’re thinking too much again. Just let it go. There’s nothing you need to do. Nothing you need to worry about. Nothing. The only thing is us. We’re finally together and nothing nobody does is gonna change that. No bull, no cow, nothing. Just us. Finally.”

He rolls on top of me and his giant organ pushes between my thighs. I squeeze my legs together, trapping his massive cock and balls and he pins me under his hefty bulk. His face is over mine and his eyes are boring into me. His thick eyebrows are furrowed as he studies me. He must be reassured by what he sees because he kisses me and I respond, wrapping my arms around his thick neck and pulling him on top of me. He settles more of his weight onto me and soon I’m being happily squished by his immense muscles.

My body feels so much softer and smoother than his. I love it and he loves it, too. My prick is hard and is pressed against his navel. In fact, if his bellybutton was a cunt, my little dick is just about big enough to fuck it. My cock is that small. The cock he gave me after taking my bigger one away. It makes me feel so proud when I realize Diego has always been in control of me. I was just too clueless to realize it.

“I fell in love with you the day we met,” he confesses, exercising his mind-reading skills. It’s eerie how he always seems to know what I’m thinking. “I watched you line up your toothbrush, toothpaste, floss and skin care products on the sink in our dorm bathroom and knew you were mine. I thought to myself, ‘Now here’s a boy who needs a man to take charge of him,’ and I was right, wasn’t I?”

My lips meet his for a moment before I admit, “You were right. You’re always right. I don’t know how you know me so well but I love it.”

He smiles and his eyelids crinkle, “That’s because I love you, Baz. It’s like there’s a tender thread, a filament of light that connects us. It used to scare me because it was so slight. I thought anything could break it but I slowly realized it’s anything but fragile. It simply is and it’s that is-ness that makes me feel bold when I’m with you.” He kisses me, “You make me strong, Baz. I’m only strong because of you.”

“And I need your strength,” I admit. “I’ve always needed it because I’m totally fucking lost when you’re not with me. I can’t survive without you, Diego. I need you and I love you and both emotions are so fucking overwhelming that it hurts.”

Diego’s lips curve upwards but his eyes, those gold-flecked, cinnamon-colored eyes, are big and wet with unshed tears. “That’s what I’m tryna tell you,” he grunts. “You can let go of that desperation you feel, Baz. Trust me. Trust that I’ll always catch you when you fall. I’ll always be here no matter what.”

Now my eyes are filling with tears. They roll gently down my cheeks as I bury my face in the nook of his shoulder. “I trust you,” I breathe. “I always have.”

***

I take my birth control pill and Diego makes chiles rellenos for dinner. I watch him while I’m seated on a stool wearing his t-shirt and nothing else. I keep looking down at myself, trying to see if I can detect any changes but my body looks the same as before I tasted his cum.

“It takes time, Baz,” he reassures. “But by tomorrow, mark my words, you’ll be ready for breeding.”

“What will happen to me first?” I ask, both scared and excited.

He turns and looks back at me, eyes flickering with lust as he takes in my naked lower body. “Your hips will get wider and your butt will grow bigger. Your thighs will fill out and your belly will grow along with your nipples.”

“Is that it? That describes how I basically look right now.”

Diego pulls a wry face, “Are you ready for an udder and teats? How ‘bout a tail? Horns? And don’t forget that cow cunt.” He rubs his hands together eagerly, “I’m particularly looking forward to that!” He ignores my sickened expression and continues, “Oh, and your mouth will get bigger. Didn’t you notice how the cows all have really large mouths? It’s so they can suck a bull cock.”

“I don’t want a big mouth!” I complain. “Any more than I want a cunt! I’ll look like a frog!”

“No, you’ll look like a cow,” he corrects. “Don’t ya look forward to suckin’ my big ol’ dick? ‘Cuz the only way yer gonna be able to do that is with a much bigger mouth. You’ve seen how big I am.” He swings his massive organ around so I can’t help but stare at it. “There’s no way this’ll fit in your pretty little mouth right now.”

I stare at his cock, both amazed and aghast. I’ll never get used to seeing that mammoth organ! Diego is naked, wearing only an apron around his waist. His cock is lying on the floor and his giant testicles are resting on the tops of his feet. I try and fail to imagine how I’ll be able to suck that thing. My mouth is going to have to get a lot bigger to do that!

He smirks at my reaction and turns back to the stove where the rellenos are sizzling. I get a clear view of his backside and it’s then I notice something about him I haven’t before. He has a little tail with a tuft of black fur on the end but I’m actually not very surprised by that. The other bulls–and the cows–all have tails but most of them keep them tucked in their pants. 

No, there’s something else about his booty that gives me pause.

“Diego,” I ask, “what’s wrong with your butt?”

“What do you mean?” he looks over his shoulder at his big, sturdy buttocks. They’re covered in a plethora of thick, black hair and jut out behind him like a round, stone shelf.

“Your…hole,” I whisper because I’m too embarrassed to say it too loudly. “It’s just…wrong! I shouldn’t be able to see it for starters. Not with buttocks as big and blocky as yours.”

I will myself to look away but I can’t. Diego’s asshole is not only huge but also protrudes in a big, black, moist ring. It’s so large and swollen, it pushes his butt cheeks apart so there’s no way you can miss it when you look at his ass. He wouldn’t be able to hide it even if he clenched his bootycheeks together!

“What?” he asks with a shrug. “You mean my bull-hole?”

I nod, “It’s really ugly.”

He laughs, “You’re gonna have one just like it soon so get used to it. My hole is gonna get even bigger when you come into season, too. It’s like our holes feed off of each other or sumthin’.”

“WHAT?!”

Laughing at my reaction, he bends over and grabs his butt cheeks, pulling them wide so I get a stellar view of his giant, black asshole. I cover my eyes and he straightens, amused. “I like my ugly hole, dude. And yer gonna love yers, too. Like yer mouth, it’s gonna have to grow real big in order to take my cock. Or did ya think I was only gonna fuck yer new cow pussy?”

I’m silent for a long time, processing this information. Finally, I rub my aching temples, muttering, “There’s just too much to unpack in what you just said. First of all, I can see why us cows would need big buttholes but why would a bull need one?”

He gives me a funny look, “Bro, did you think us bulls only fuck cows? I mean, come on!”

I gape, “Don’t tell me you fuck the other bulls?”

Diego turns to me and spreads his arms, “Bro! How do you think I became a bull in the first place? Did you think I took a magic pill or something?” He laughs, shaking his head, “Bulls are made the same way that cows are. The only difference is that the roles are reversed: A bull makes a cow by breeding a human and human turns into a bull by breeding a bull.”

I swallow hard. My mind is spinning with the implications of this. “So,” I say finally, “you’re saying you became a bull by fucking Kwame? He actually let you do that?”

“Oh, no no no no!” he sighs, shaking his head. “You make it sound so easy. No, Kwame didn’t just let me waltz into the barnyard and fuck him up this ass. I had to fight him and the rest of the bulls first. Only after I managed to beat the shit out of him, the Master Bull, was I allowed to mount him. It was fuckin’ brutal. The only reason I won is I was a lot faster and lighter than him.” He pauses, reliving the memory with a shudder, “Of course, that was before I became a bull myself. The good news is that he’s very forgiving and now we fuck just for fun.”

“I don’t want to hear this.” My hands are clenched and I get up from the stool and stalk out of the kitchen.

Diego catches me before I take two steps, though, and swings me into his arms, “Babe, do you think I’m a monk or something? I haven’t bred any cows because I was saving myself for you but I’m a bull and I have needs. If I didn’t fuck around with the other bulls, I’d self destruct!” If he thinks this is reassuring, he’s wrong. I go stiff in his arms and he leans down and nuzzles my neck, coaxing, “C’mon, babe! I’m yer bull and I’ll always be yer bull. I don’t love those guys! I’m just lettin’ off steam.” I turn my head away and he sighs with resignation, “Fine. Have it yer way. If I promise to never fuck another bull without your permission, can you live with that?”

“Does that mean I can fuck another bull with your permission?” I counter. I don’t know why I’m so angry but the thought of Diego fucking the other bulls makes me want to spit.

Diego is quiet for a moment, pondering this. Finally, he says, “Alright, let’s call a truce. I don’t like the thought of you being fucked by anyone but me. I can see why you’d feel the same about me.”

This is a start but I feel compelled to point out just how selfless I am, “I’m Ok with you breeding other cows. You said it’s your duty as a bull and I get that. All I’m saying is I don’t want you fooling around with the other bulls. Is that so unreasonable?”

He looks slyly off to the side, “What if you were there with me?”

I blink. “You mean…?”

He nods, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean.”

I hold up my hands, “I really am not in any condition to think about this right now. I’m still not completely on board with growing a cow vagina, an udder and teats, let alone the fact that I could give birth to a calf if I don’t take my birth control pills. Let’s take this one step at a time.”

“Agreed. I’m sorry.” He sniffs my hair and then kisses the top of my head. “See? We just had our first fight as a cow and bull and survived it just fine. Now it’s time for the steamy makeup sex!”

Before I can react, he removes the chiles from the stove so they don’t burn and turns back to me. I look up at him meekly and his eyes blaze red with heat. Then I’m in his arms and he’s grabbing my buttocks and pulling me to him. His mouth is on mine and he’s kissing me.

I throw my head back, surrendering to him. I expect him to keep going but he stops, frozen. Then, very slowly, he takes my butt in his big hands again and squeezes as if testing something. His eyes are wide as he breathes, “It’s finally happening, Baz! You’re becoming a cow!”

“What? Really?”

He steps away and lifts my t-shirt over my head so I’m standing there completely naked. I look down at myself, my eyebrows lifting in surprise at the sight of my thighs, waist and belly. My thighs are plumping up in real time! I moan as I feel my pelvic girdle spread out and widen, pushing my ass and hips out with it. And then my butt swells, growing rounder and heavier. My belly bulges outward, obscuring my–but not Diego’s–view of my penis. I’m now pear-shaped, distinctly bottom heavy like the other cows.

“Your testicles, Baz,” Diego whispers, squatting down to take a seat on his giant balls, “they’re gone! They’re fuckin’ GONE!”

I lower my hand and explore my groin, retracting it again when I realize he’s right. My ball sac is empty and rapidly receding inside me, enveloping my cockhead. The empty skin is already moist and slippery, forming my new labia. I look up at him, sucking on my lower lip. I’m not ready for this! I’m not fucking ready for this!

Diego knows exactly what to do. Still seated on his balls, he reaches out and takes my buttocks in his hands and pulls me close. I arch my back and an ardent moan escapes my lips despite the fact I’m freaking out. His tongue flicks out and traces its way up the length of my new slit, tickling my buried glans. (Which I suppose is now my clitoris.) I moan again and he gains confidence, smothering his face against my pussy and lapping with wild abandon. His beard is prickly against my sensitive flesh but it feels so good I’m not complaining. Soon moans are ripping out of both of our throats as he slurps and licks and generally torments my pussy with his long, thick, hot tongue.

Just as I’m about to climax, he pulls away and I cry out in frustration. “Don’t worry, Baz,” he soothes, “I’ll be right back and promise to worship your cunt for as long as you’ll let me.” 

He turns and hauls his heavy male equipment behind him and I notice it’s even heavier than usual because he’s so aroused. He leaves a slimy trail of precum behind and I can hear him rummaging around in a closet. While he’s busy, I happen to glance down at myself and give a little start of surprise when I notice the small bag developing on my otherwise round belly. There are four tiny bumps on it. I blink, realizing these are my udder and teats. They’re small now but growing rapidly. Soon, they’ll be fucking huge. I close my eyes because I’m not ready, just not ready, and instead feel an insistent pressure on the sides of my head. When I touch myself up there, I feel hard, pointy lumps.

My horns.

I’m growing cow horns!

Diego slogs his way back into the room then and I open my eyes to see him hauling a strange contraption on wheels behind him. I cock my head at it and he explains, “It’s a portable semen extractor, pasteurizer and bottler. We bulls keep it here to drain our balls when we’re away from the farm.” He proceeds to strap it onto his cock and then sits back down on his balls and resumes licking my brand new vagina. The machine hums, I moan and he groans in ecstasy, getting his rocks off while I enjoy the best (and first) cunnilingus of my life.

***

Chapter 7

The next morning I am lying in a king-sized bed with Diego and he is worshipping my new body. His hands move over my soft, fat, pink skin reverentially. He loves my thick, hairless thighs and voluptuous ass, my sloping shoulders and rounded belly, my four-inch horns and tiny tail tufted with blond fur. He adores my full lips and wider jaw, my flattened nose and pointy ears. He marvels over my half-full udder and succulent teats and runs an appreciative hand over my enlarged human nipples with their puffy areolas. I shiver at his touch and am completely helpless to resist him even when he urges me to bend my knees and lift my giant, round rump off the bed so he can finger the giant, fleshy ring of my asshole. It’s truly immense, more than four inches in diameter and thicker than a cake donut. I squirm as he licks a finger and works it into my anus.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, pushing his finger past the first knuckle. “So tight and so hot. Everything about you is perfect, Baz. You’re the most beautiful heifer in the world and now it’s time for me to make you my cow.”

He repositions his cock behind him, thrusting its back between his outspread thighs. His balls are draped over the side of the bed, resting on the floor. He’s already half hard and it’s difficult to move it but somehow he manages. And then he once again inserts his finger inside my butthole and leans forward so his mouth is inches from my unfucked pussy. He’s spent half the night worshipping it with his tongue and apparently he’s not done yet because he laps at me with renewed vigor, tickling my cunt lips and making me writhe.

“So cute! So pink!” he praises in between licks. “And so delicate! Look at your pussy, Baz. Isn’t it the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?”

I sit up on my elbows, pull my udder off to the side and gaze upon my newly feminized anatomy. It is indeed pink and moist and fleshy. The only thing that hasn’t changed is my dick. It’s still basically the same size and shape and in the same position, just now it’s enveloped by my pussy lips. I had a small cock and now have a big clit.

“It’s Ok, I guess,” I decide, not loving it. “Smaller than I would’ve expected. You sure you’ll fit in there?” I look at his hardening cock sticking out behind him on the bed. It’s giant. Fucking giant. Just the thought of him trying to stick that inside me hurts.

“Let’s find out!” He grins, lifting a leg and hauling his cock around in front of him again. He rests it between my thighs. The blasted thing nearly slaps me in the face and it’s really, really heavy. Precum belches out of the tip and I feel slightly sick. Diego takes in my reaction and softens, “Close your eyes, Baz. It’ll be easier that way.”

I do as he says and for a moment he’s still. Then the bed groans as he pushes himself up on his haunches before falling forward again. His hands land on either side of my head and–I have no idea how he manages this–he lifts his magnificent bull butt in the air and his cock slides down my chest and belly. He positions his hulking, sloppy glans over my tender, virgin pussy but doesn’t fuck me yet. Instead, he eases his hand inside my throbbing vagina. I moan and he slides his fingers in further. I feel myself moistening down there, coating his fingers with goo. He pushes in deeper and I’m amazed that, rather than feeling painful, it feels fucking amazing. I arch my back and bite my lip, begging him to enter me with his cock.

“See?” he teases. “Feels awesome having a pussy, don’t it?”

“UNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” I howl.

And then he pulls his hand out and guides the blunt head of his cock into me. I have no idea how but my fresh, unfucked lips part and accept him. In fact, they basically glom onto his cock and suck him inside. There’s a moment of pain for both of us as I clench down on his cockhead. He tenses, letting out a breathy moan, and then pushes harder. I give way and he slides inside me.

My eyes fly open and I’m grabbing the sheets in my hands, hollering at the top of my lungs. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Diego’s massive cock takes over my insides and I can feel myself realigning to accommodate him while simultaneously becoming a part of him. He keeps pushing deeper and deeper and I feel him everywhere, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I even taste him in my mouth. It’s like Diego has overtaken my body, filled me completely with his cock. It’s even weirder than that, though. 

It’s like I’ve fucking become Diego.

I open my eyes and I’m looking out of his eyes. I open my mouth and it’s his mouth that opens. I’m looking down at my own face twisted with passion and lust and wonder. I watch myself biting my cow lips which are so big and fleshy. I’m shocked to realize I’m homelier than shit. I look like a combination of the worst parts of a boy and a cow combined. But, because I am seeing myself through Diego’s eyes, I see myself as the most beautiful creature in the world.

It makes me cry for so many reasons. Because it’s hot. It’s amazing. It’s unholy. It’s sizzling. It’s profane. It’s just wrong. But mostly this is what I’ve always wanted: To be so close to Diego that I am Diego. No separation, only him inside me and me inside him.

How is this even possible?

I don’t know but I understand one thing clearly as he arches his back and slams his huge bull cock into me, finding the hidden spot that makes me yowl with pleasure and vibrate with orgasm: No price is too high, no sacrifice is too great. I’d gladly give away my masculinity and humanity again and again and again just to feel this way.

Finally, he explodes inside me, lifting his snout and bellowing at the top of his lungs. I grab him by the shoulders, pulling him down on top of me. I’ve been cumming for the last ten minutes. Every orgasm is more intense than the last one and there seems to be no end in sight. His cock trembles, spewing load after load into my cow-gina and he’s laughing and crying and I’m doing the same thing.

We collapse and kiss, our bodies still completely entwined. I feel like his cockhead is lodged against my throat and it probably is because his dick is so big. I have no idea how he fits inside me but I don’t fucking care because Diego is my bull and I’m his cow.

And then we do it all over again.

***

We spend the whole day fucking, only taking breaks to eat and empty my milk bag. Now that I’ve been bred, I’m producing a shit-ton of milk and my teats need to be milked twice a day or I’ll pop. Diego hooks me up to a milker and, while it’s busy sucking me dry, he fucks me up the ass from behind. As his cock forces its way through the thick ring of my anus, my eyes roll back in my head. My knees go weak and I sag down, propping myself up on my hands and knees. The milking machine slides under me and Diego  slides behind me, his dick sliding inside my asshole.

It’s not as much fun as having my cunt fucked but it’s not bad, either. My anal ring is super sensitive and I have no trouble orgasming after he thrusts away inside me for a few minutes. Still, it’s not the mind-bending, deliriously crazy experience of being fucked in the twat and it makes me grateful for my ugly cunt. Without it, I’d never know Diego the way I know him now.

“See?” he chides after I cum for the dozenth time with his cock in my cow hole. “Now you know why I love my bull hole so much.” 

He gives me a good, hard thrust and I feel his seed filling me. Unlike my cunt which can swallow gallons of cum without losing a drop, my ass is leaky and his gloppy, white cum runs down my soft, heavy thighs. He licks it up with an eager tongue, smacking his lips.

“Yeah,” I say once I catch my breath, “I guess it’s Ok having a big anal ring. But I still prefer it when you fuck my pussy.” I remove the milker from my teats and turn to him, “because that was beyond incredible.”

“Yeah, for me, too,” he agrees. “Just so you know, that doesn’t happen for every cow. You and me’re bonded, Baz. You’ll only ever feel like that when we make love. And it’s the same for me. It’s why I held out for you and refused to breed any other cows until I bred you.”

I start to ask how he knew about this mysterious bond between us but then I notice something, “You’ve grown horns! Jesus Christ! You’ve got a set of longhorns!”

“Huh,” he grunts as he reaches up to touch the massive pair of horns spreading out from his skull, “I thought my head felt kinda heavy.” 

His eyes go round as he feels how long and thick these new horns are and I notice something else: His ears are longer, pointed and covered in short, black fur. They kind of flop over, sticking at right angles from the sides of his head. His nose has turned into a true snout as well. 

Looking at him, I realize he’s more bull than human now. Only his eyes are the same and even they are bigger and rounder. I touch my own snout, fleshy lips and small pair of horns and realize the same must be true of me. When people see me from now on, I will be unmistakably a cow. How the fuck am I going to explain this to my family?

“You’re beautiful, Baz.”

Yet again, Diego has read my mind and knows exactly what to say to forestall my inner freakout. I smile up at him because, when I hear him say the words, I know deep in my heart that they are true. “And you’re handsome,” I reply. He gives me a goofy, bovine grin and then our snorts comes together and we’re doing the cow equivalent of kissing, followed by the cow equivalent of fucking.

***

We go out for dinner that night at a local bar and grill. I’m nervous being seen in public now that I’m a fat cow but Diego insists and, if I’ve learned one thing since being mounted by him, it’s to never second guess my bull. “It’s for your own good, Bastian, and for the good of bovine kind,” he says, presenting me with a set of new clothes that are big enough to fit my expanded body and dependent udder. “You need to get used to it.” He holds up a finger, “And humans need to get used to seeing us. Bovine visibility is the only way we’ll ever have equal rights.”

When I still have my doubts, he reassures, “I’m taking you to a cow-friendly establishment. The bulls always take their cows there when they’re at the cottage. The owner is super supportive of cow rights.”

I give in and get dressed, grateful for once that Diego doesn’t make me dress in a ridiculously revealing outfit. There’s still a thong included in the ensemble but it’s Y-backed to accommodate my new tail and the shorts have a hole in the back for the same purpose. I gaze back at my rotund self in the mirror, hearing my butt cheeks clapping noisily with every movement. I guess that’s another thing I’ll have to get used to, all this butt clapping.

I tilt my head, considering my cow face and horns, my rounded stomach, heavy udder, thick thighs and even thicker rump. Even my fingers are stumpier and thicker, like they’re turning into hooves. My feet don’t fit in my human shoes and I opt to go barefoot. It’s easier now that my toes have merged and my nails have thickened and grown together. Walking on two legs isn’t as easy as before but I manage it. My hoof-like feet are so short that they force me to walk with an exaggerated sashay and my butt clapping is even more pronounced. It drives me and Diego crazy for opposite reasons. He can’t keep his eyes (or hands) off my big bubbles.

Looking up from the mirror, I realize Diego is watching me with a heated gaze and I flush. He’s dressed smartly in a pair of pants that have been tailored to hold his giant, male appendage and a polo shirt that hugs his giant, male muscles. His neck is almost as thick as my waist and that’s saying something. I guess it has to be to support that set of horns!

“When will you get your bull ring?” I ask, feeling shy in the face of his appreciation.

“At our marriage ceremony,” he replies.

I look up sharply and he gets down awkwardly on one knee (it’s hard when you’re double hung), opening a little jewelry box that contains a tiny, white-gold ring. “Will you marry me, Baz?” he asks, gazing up at me with his wide, brown eyes. His eyelashes are black and curl upward and he looks so damned cute and innocent and sexy and masculine that I can’t stand it.

I throw my arms around his bullneck and hug him ferociously, “Of course, I will! Oh, Diego! I can’t believe it! We’re getting married! Who’d’ve ever thought?”

He grins through his thick lips, “Me, for one. I’ve dreamed of this day forever, Baz. It took me a while to convince you but I knew you’d come around and I’d make you my cow.”

“I’m glad you did!” I coo, burning my face in his fuzzy neck. “I’m so happy!”

He kisses me and holds me in his arms. We hug, our tongues intertwining and our bodies pressed together. When we finally part, he pulls out a pair of pliers and inserts the ring into my septum. I wince as it pierces the cartilage but the pain dissipates quickly and I’m left with a ring permanently dangling from my snout, a sign of Diego’s love.

“Better than a cowbell?” he teases and I flush. “I can’t wait for you to put my ring in me. What do you think about holding the ceremony as soon as we get back to the farm?”

“I’d love that.” I look down at the floor, heart pounding in my chest. 

Diego is going to be my husband!

***

We get in Diego’s truck and he discovers his new horns are so long that he has to roll down the driver’s side window to fit his head inside. “Big bull problems, I guess,” he says laughing, “It’s gonna be a pain in the winter having the window rolled down but I’ll survive somehow. Haha!” We drive down the road with his left horn poking outside the cab.

Over on my side of the truck, I’m having my own troubles. The last time I rode in this truck, I was a hundred pounds lighter and didn’t have a huge udder hanging off of me. I’m glad he has bucket seats that are wide enough for my expanding bottom. My deflated udder drapes over the edge of the seat between my legs. It’s going to take some getting used to; up until now, I’ve been lean and svelte, accustomed to being fit and fast. Now I basically waddle heavily around with my ass cheeks clapping behind me and my udder sloshing around in front of me. I’m not sure I like this but what choice do I have? I don’t want to give up my life with Diego so it’s just a sacrifice I’ll have to get used to.

The restaurant is packed because it’s a Saturday evening but the owner finds us a table right away. He’s a portly man with a friendly face and a generous spirit. “Right this way, Master Bull,” he says to Diego, ushering us towards the back of the bar near the pool tables. “I’ve reserved the bull table for you just like you requested.” 

I notice then that he’s seated Diego in a special chair built to accommodate his bull junk. The seat has a half moon section cut out in front, allowing Diego to rest his package comfortably on the floor in front of him. And my chair is made for a cow; it has a wide seat and a little retractable stand that I can pull out to support my udder. The owner really has thought of everything!

He pulls out the chair for me, asking, “Let me guess. You’re Diego’s new cow!” I flush as I nod and he pats Diego on the arm, “I never thought I’d see the day, Master Bull!”

Diego smiles or tries to. It’s hard to smile with a snout. “Bastian isn’t just my cow, Dennis,” he explains proudly. “He’s also my new bride. We’re getting married as soon as we get back to Detroit.”

Dennis smiles broadly, “Then my congratulations are in order!” He turns to me and bows, “It’s a pleasure to serve Master Bull’s lovely bride. And I must say you are the cutest little cow I’ve ever seen! I have a special grass-flavored ice cream I’d love to offer you for dessert as a token of my gratitude. The bulls have always been my best customers!”

I don’t know about the cream (I look down at my udder and grimace) but the grass sounds delicious and I incline my head graciously. Dennis grins and makes his exit, saying over his shoulder, “Your server, Scott, will be with you shortly.”

I look around the restaurant as we wait for our server. Some people are watching us but their faces hold more curiosity than anything else. Others barely even register our presence which, I suppose, backs up Diego’s assertion that the place is cow-friendly. I turn back to find Diego watching me with a sultry expression on his handsome face.

“I can’t wait to fuck you again,” he growls, moving his hoof against mine under the table. I flush and look down at my empty plate. My cow pussy is almost as hungry as my stomach and it’s a toss up which one I want to feed first.

I’m about to answer when a familiar voice calls out, “Master Bull! Whoa, look at them horns! Fuck! You musta finally bred!” We turn and discover our server is the same guy who rang up our groceries at the store the other day. He’s grinning from ear to ear as he checks out Diego but he does a double take when he turns to me. The last time he saw me was before my transformation and I can tell by his reaction that he’s shocked by my changes. He recovers quickly, though, inclining his head towards the ring in my snout, “Baz and you got engaged? Holy shit! Congratulations! That’s amazing!” 

“Thank you,” Diego says. “That’s very kind.”

Scott slides a menu over to Diego before presenting one to me. He bows low as I accept it and I’m startled to see that his blue eyes are dancing with desire. He whispers in a voice meant for my ears only, “So fuckable! What a totally fuckable little cow!”

He may have pitched his voice low but he’s forgotten about Diego’s big ears. “Hey!” he shouts, half rising from his chair. “What’d you say to my cow?”

Scott holds up his hands innocently, “Nothing, boss! Nothing! I was only sayin’ how much I’d like to fuck a bull.” Then he holds his hand next to his mouth, whispering to me, “And his cow, too. Preferably at the same time.”

Diego hears that as well and bristles with outrage but Scott is unbothered. He even has the balls to wink at me. I flush bright scarlet because Scott really is a very sexy guy…for a human, at least. He’s tall, lean and has nice muscles. He’s got a little black scruff on his jaw that only adds to his attractiveness. He’s probably only in his late teens or early twenties, I guess, but already has the chiseled looks of a male model. His hair is long and jet black, pushed over the top of his head, and his eyes are a startling bright blue. I decide there’s something infectious about him, a combination of cockiness and lightheartedness that I find quite appealing.

He’s so busy flirting with me that he doesn’t realize that Diego is getting more and more irate. Finally, Diego growls, “Scott! Did you drink my bull milk yet? ‘Cuz if you haven’t, yer way outta line here.”

“Not yet, boss!” Scott chirps, taking a step back from the table, “But I will! It hasn’t been a week yet and you told me to wait a week.”

“Maybe you should drink it sooner,” Diego suggests, gripping the table with both hands, “as in right now. I need to put you in yer place. You can’t talk to my cow like this.” 

He crunches his knuckles menacingly and Scott flinches, promising, “I’ll drink it soon enough, boss! Don’t worry! And I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. I just like you and your cow a lot. More than a lot, actually. It’s kinda embarrassing but I get a woody every time I see you together.” He glances down and my eyebrows lift: The crotch of his jeans is noticeably tented and it’s clear from the outline of his pulsing member that he’s very hung for a human!

Outwardly, Diego seems nonplussed by Scott’s antics but I know there’s more going on beneath the surface than he’s letting on. In fact, I can tell by the glint in his eye that he’s aroused, too. My suspicion is confirmed a moment later when I feel his giant package shift and inflate between us under the table. I arch an eyebrow and, when he meets my eye, his cheeks are rosy beneath his beard. So, I think, Diego likes Scott at least as much as I do. How very interesting!

For his part, Scott is oblivious to Diego’s arousal and tries desperately to smooth things over. “Ahem, well, then,” he stammers, “I’ll, uh, just leave these menus here for you and be back in a sec for your drink order. Ta ta!”

He scurries away and Diego shakes his horned head, “Humans!”

“He is pretty cute,” I venture. “I think he’d make a good cow for you.”

“Oh?”

I shrug, “Yeah, just sayin’. You could do worse.”

His eyes narrow and I start to squirm under his scrutiny but he ultimately lets it drop. We sit in silence, absorbing the unexpected sexual charge that Scott brought to our table. While we’re pretending to examine our menus, we hear a loud roar from out in the parking lot. A minute later the door swings open and three of the toughest looking dudes I’ve ever seen swagger in. They’re dressed in leather biker uniforms and I deduce that the roaring we just heard was from their motorcycles as they drove up. The trio makes a beeline for the pool tables beside us and I cringe, wishing fervently Dennis had seated us on the opposite end of the restaurant. I know in the pit of my stomach there’s no way those guys are going to leave us alone.

Fortunately, I’m wrong… at least for the moment.

They give Diego and me the once over as they stride past. One of them freezes as he looks down at me but he keeps moving when Diego glares at him. They whisper amongst each other and my skin starts to prickle with premonition but then they sidle over to the bar and grab some beers. When they return, they ignore us and begin a game of pool. Diego relaxes and so do I.

Scott comes back for our drink order. I get a Rum Cow and Diego orders a Raging Bull. Scott smirks to himself as he enters the drinks on his iPad and then ambles away, looking back over his shoulder and winking when he catches me checking out his ass. He’s got a really nice, plump butt! A few minutes later, he’s back with the drinks and sets them down on the table in front of us before taking our dinner order. I notice him casting a wary look over at the men playing pool.

We order–vegetarian, of course–but, rather than leaving after taking our order, Scott lingers at our table until Diego finally asks him what he wants. He flushes, looking chagrined, “Look, boss, I know you think I’m not cut out to be a bull and I’d gladly be your cow but–”

“But? But what?” Diego interrupts. “I thought we had a deal?”

Scott’s expression becomes pained. He glances at me and then back at Diego, “I’m just not sure I’m cut out for being a cow is all. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Baz here is the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen and I’m hella jealous of you for snagging him, almost as jealous as I am that he snagged you away from me.”

Diego’s eyes go flinty, “Get to the point, human.”

Scott sighs with exasperation, “What I’m tryna ask is if maybe there’s a happy medium? Do I really gotta lose my dick if I wanna be with you? Isn’t there any way I can be with you, go all-in as a bovine and keep my dick?”

Diego takes a swig from his drink before placing it down on the table before him, “There’s only one way to do that: You would have to fight–and win–against all six of us bulls. Then, and only then, would I let you breed me and so you could become a bull.”

Scott swallows and I take the opportunity to admire his fine Adam’s apple, “That’s the only way, huh?”

“‘Fraid so,” Diego says, shaking his big horns sadly. “I’m sorry, Scott.” He pauses, “But I guess I don’t understand why you even wanna become a bull in the first place. You’re so young and handsome you could have any girl–or guy or both–you wanted.” Scott perks up at this but frowns when Diego concludes, “You haven’t lived your life yet. Go out and sow your wild oats for fuck’s sake! Take a few years to savor your humanity before deciding if you wanna throw it all away.”

Scott stares at the floor, unhappy. I think he’s going to let it drop but I’m wrong. When he lifts his head again, though, his eyes are burning with determination. “You don’t get it, boss. I’m juss a dumb loser who ain’t smart enough for college. I work two dead-end jobs and barely make ends meet. I can’t even afford a house trailer, let alone a house. And, sure, I’m good looking enough, I guess, but I’m not attracted to other humans. I’m attracted to you.” He turns to me, “And you, too, Baz. I wanna be bovine like you in the worst way, I just don’t wanna be a cow.” He wrings his hands, “Is there anything I can do that’ll change yer mind? I really don’t wanna fight you, or the other bulls for that matter.” He grins sheepishly, adding, “I’m a lover, not a fighter. Just take me to bed and you’ll find out.”

Diego takes another pull of his drink before fixing him with a level stare, “There really is no other way. You either fight us or you become my cow.” He spreads his huge hands, “I’m sorry, Scott. I don’t make the rules. It’s juss the way it is.”

Scott looks stricken and I swear his eyes fill with tears. Finally, he throws himself down on his knees before Diego, pleading, “I’m begging you, boss! I’ll do anything! ANYTHING! How ‘bout you make me a bull on your own and don’t tell the others? It’d just be between us. Nobody else needs to know!”

The restaurant goes quiet around us as Scott wails in desperation and I can see Dennis with his hands on his hips back behind the bar. Diego and I sit there, frozen. In the silence, I’m distantly aware that I no longer hear the crack of billiard balls which means that the scary men behind us have stopped playing pool. I can almost feel their eyes on us and I don’t need to turn around to know their expressions are hostile.

“Scott,” Diego orders finally, “get up. Please.” Reluctantly, the boy complies and Diego continues, “You have to understand something about bulls: You aren’t made a bull, you have to earn the right to become one. If I let you mount me, you might turn into a bull but you’d never be accepted into the herd. Any herd, including mine. You’d be an outcast. And what is a bull without his herd?”

Scott stands with his head lowered for a long time. Gradually, the restaurant returns to normal, people start talking again and turn away from us. The men behind us resume their game of pool. Diego and I wait, though. We know this isn’t over. 

Finally, Scott exhales in defeat. “Ok, I get it. I understand. I guess I don’t got no choice. If I’m gonna be with you, it’s gonna be as yer cow.” He smiles wanly, “There are worse things, I guess. I’ll never be half as cute as Baz, though. In fact, I can guarantee you that I’ll be the ugliest fuckin’ cow you’ve ever seen.”

“No, you won’t,” I quip, thinking of Sebby. Diego gives me a sharp look and I clam up.

“I’m sorry,” Diego offers. “I wish it could be different. If you decide to be my cow, I’ll gladly take you into my herd. I still think you should wait a few years, though. You might change your mind.”

“I won’t,” Scott says with finality. “I’m gonna go home tonight an’ drink yer milk, boss. The next time you see me, I’m gonna be a cow.”

Diego nods solemnly, “Alright.” What else can he say?

Scott slinks away and Diego shrugs helplessly as if to say, Hey, I don’t make the rules. I understand, of course, but I still feel bad for Scott…and also for me. I can’t help but fantasize about his big man-cock fucking my pussy. I discovered after Diego stretched me out that my new pussy possesses the remarkable ability to tighten up again after sex. It’s like I become a virgin again just minutes after sex and am tight enough that even a non-bull like Scott would enjoy fucking me! I don’t dare mention any of this to Diego, though!

I stir from my fantasy and notice Diego is shifting around uncomfortably in his chair. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Everything Ok?”

“I forgot to drain my hose before we left,” he grunts, voice laced with pain. “My balls’re full to bursting!”

“Already? But we fucked, like, the whole day!”

He spreads his big hands helplessly, “I’m a bull, Baz. I’ve been bred to perform just like you.”

I put my napkin down. I have to admit I feel a bit of evil glee knowing that Diego has to suffer like I do if he’s not milked in a timely fashion. “Did you bring the milking thingy?”

“No, unfortunately.” He shakes his head, “And my nuts’ll explode before I get back to the cabin at this rate. There’s only one thing to do.”

“What’s that?”

He pushes himself to his hooves, holding onto the table. I look down at his bulge and my eyes widen when I witness the size of his testicles in his pants. They’re so swollen they look painful! Diego stares down at them miserably, “I have to go outside and milk myself. Dennis has a milking shed in back that he built for just this purpose.”

Dennis really has thought of everything! “Do you want me to come with you,” I offer, “and, um, help?”

He grins down at me, light kindling in his eyes. “No, but thanks for the offer. I’m worried if I start fucking you here, I’ll never stop. It’s better if you wait here. I won’t be long.” He lumbers gingerly away, his giant balls dragging behind him on the floor.

I sit there after he’s gone, feeling many pairs of eyes on me. I don’t pay them any mind; however, there are three pairs of eyeballs that I do worry about and I don’t need eyes in the back of my head to know they’re focused on me, harboring evil intent. With my bull defender gone, they know I’m just a defenseless cow.

“Fuckin’ freaky-ass cow slut,” I hear one of them mutter behind me. This is followed by several more taunts, each one louder and more derogatory than the last. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest and my hands begin to tremble. I look around, feeling very helpless without Diego. I tense, wondering when Diego is coming back. It seems like he’s been gone for an hour even though, when I glance at my phone, it’s been less than five minutes.

Someone grabs my horns and yanks my head back. My neck wrenches painfully and I find myself staring into the eyes of a big, ugly, bearded man with a blond mullet that’s dyed red, white and blue. “What’s up, Buttercup?” he taunts, licking his chops, “I’m in the moo-d for some juicy beef. Wanna ride on my stick of beef jerky? Har har har har!”

I keep my mouth closed and don’t respond. I squeeze my knuckles and feel something hard biting into my palms. At first I don’t know what it is but then I realize my fingernails have thickened considerably as my fingers have shrunk and are now much more hoof-like. I’m not powerless after all! I’m pretty sure if I land the first punch, it’ll hurt him a lot and he’ll panic. Men like him are always cowards; I know this because before I was a cow, I was an effeminate boy who got picked on a lot. I had no choice but to learn how to take care of myself.

His eyes flare with malice and he wrenches my head back harder. I let out a little moan of protest and look around. His buddies are closing in on me and I know my window of opportunity is disappearing. I just need to buy myself enough time for Diego to return and he’ll make short work of these assholes…

I brace myself and am about to drive my fist into the man’s jaw when another fist beats me to the punch. CRACK! The man’s head flies backwards and he staggers, nearly falling over. I look around gratefully, certain it’s Diego but I’m surprised when I discover my knight in shining armor is none other than Scott!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I hear people around us gasp as Scott pounces on Mr. Red-White-and-Blue Mullet, hitting him in the face and chopping him in the throat. Then he whirls around and jams the base of his hand in the nose of the next guy. Blood sprays out and the man falls backwards, clutching his face. Scott aims a kick at the third man’s groin and he doubles over in pain, howling.

Taking point, Scott pushes me behind him and raises his fists, ready to defend me. The three men are done fighting, though. They collapse onto their knees, begging for mercy. It’s at this point that Diego returns. His jaw falls open as he takes in the scene of carnage around us. Throughout the restaurant, I hear numerous people calling 9-1-1 but it’s already too late for that, unless they’re calling an ambulance for my would-be assailants. The altercation was over almost before it began.

A true bull, Diego’s first concern is for my welfare and he’s at my side, worrying over me. “I’m fine,” I pant, catching my breath. “Really. Scott saved me.”

Diego turns to Scott and I notice then he’s carrying a pitcher of freshly milked cum. What is he planning to do with that? I wonder. Give it to Scott? He sets the pitcher down on our table and looks from Scott to the three moaning men on the floor. His eyebrows are sky-high. “Did you really just–? While I was outside–?”

Scott nods proudly, placing his hands on his hips like he’s Super Man. “Yessir, boss! I took care of our cow. I’d never let anyone harm Baz here.”

“Our cow?” Diego repeats.

Scott’s grin widens, “Well, yeah, boss. I figure ‘cuz I saved Baz from these here thugs, he belongs to me just as much as you now. And by default that means I belong to you, too. Ha! Ain’t it great? We’re now officially a thruple!”

Diego’s eyes narrow, “Scott, this isn’t funny. You can’t–”

“Oh, but I can,” Scott counters gleefully. “You owe me one now, boss. The least you can do is turn me into a bull and lemme breed yer cow.” He shivers with anticipation, “And then you can breed me, too, of course. I can’t wait to get fucked by yer big bull cock! Haha!”

In the distance I can hear sirens. Diego hears them, too, and turns to Scott, “We’ll talk about this later, Ok? I’m not happy with your plan but I am grateful you saved Baz, even if your actions weren’t exactly selfless.”

Scott doesn’t seem the least bit chagrined by this and nods happily, giving me a very salacious wink that gets my pussy dripping. Then he takes both of our hands and clasps them in his, saying, “Let’s get a moo-ve on, boss and bossette! I’m ready!” He tugs us toward the door, tossing over his shoulder, “Hey, Dennis! This is my official resignation. I’m done. You won’t see me here ever again…as an employee or as a human. So long!” He waves to the other people in the restaurant and prepares to walk us out but Diego hesitates.

“Hold on a sec,” he says, tearing his hoof out of Scott’s hand and picking up the steaming pitcher of his cum, “I’ve got an idea. Let’s call it a punishment that fits the crime. Haha!”

Scott and I watch as he proceeds to tip the pitcher into each of the attackers’ mouths, forcing them to swallow deeply. Once they’ve all drunk his spooge, he splashes the rest over their bodies, jeering, “See you next week in the milking barn, boys…I mean, cows.”

He laughs to himself and stalks out of the restaurant with me and Scott in tow. We speed off back to the cabin, making our getaway before the first police car pulls into the lot.

***

Chapter 8

“I thought you said you were a lover and not a fighter,” Diego accuses after we get back to the cabin.

“I’m not a bullfighter,” Scott points out. “That would be a crime against my own kind…or my soon-to-be kind.” He smiles innocently back at my bull, fluttering his eyelashes.

“That whole thing back there feels like a set up,” Diego grumbles. “Too convenient, if you ask me. I wouldn’t put it past you to have staged the whole rescue.”

Scott lifts his hands innocently in the air, “I swear to God I didn’t, boss!” He looks over at me and gives me a sultry smile, “I’d never do anything to put our Baz in danger.”

“Our Baz,” Diego huffs. “He’s mine, not yours.”

“Why can’t I be both?” I ask, startling both of them. I suddenly understand how women have traditionally felt with men making decisions about their welfare without their consent. It’s a sexist trope and now I’m living it.

Their heads swivel in my direction. Diego looks both annoyed and a little chagrined; he’s smart enough to realize when he’s been caught in a double standard. This is exactly what we’d fought about earlier, the premise that he gets a free pass to fuck around but I’m supposed to be loyal to him and him only. 

And Scott? 

He’s delighted. He slides me onto his lap and fondles my udder, cooing, “Yeah, that’s right, Baz. I knew you would see it my way. Such a hot lil’ cow deserves two bulls to take care of him. Mmmmm, I can’t wait to fuck you!”

“Scott!” Diego bellows. “Get off of Baz now!”

“I’m not on him,” he points out. “He’s on me.” When Diego growls in protest, he seamlessly adjusts his argument, picking up where I left off, “I will get off of him if that’s what Baz wants.” He looks over at Diego, explaining, “I’m an equi-bull who believes cows have the right to self-determination.” When Diego rolls his eyes, Scott turns back to me, “Is that what you want, Baz? Do you really want me to put you down?” I’m tongue tied in the face of his handsome face and probing hands and can’t answer. When I remain mute, he looks back at Diego with a shit-eating grin, “See? Baz likes me. A lot. And so do you. Am I wrong?”

Diego makes an inarticulate growl and clenches his hooflike hands, “Fuck! No, yer not wrong, Ok? Yer one hot stud. There. I’ve said it. Are you happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Scott drawls, grabbing two of my teats and pulling. Milk spurts on the floor beneath us and he laughs. “Now make me a bull and then I’ll be even happier.” 

With that, he gets up and saunters over to Diego. Then he plants both feet wide on the floor, unfastens his belt and brazenly liberates his cock from his pants. 

Diego and I are both transfixed by the sight of it. Just as I’d hoped, Scott really is super hung by human standards. His penis is heavy and dark-skinned, almost black and he has a very substantial, black foreskin that hangs off the tip. He’s more than half hard, too, which makes him look even more impressive.

It turns out that he’s not just showing us his goods. He takes advantage of Diego’s momentary paralysis, reaching behind him and unfastening his pants. Before Diego can stop him, he’s tugged them down around his ankles. Diego’s massive equipment tumbles out. He’s also more than half hard and he’s a bull which means his cock is several orders of magnitude bigger than Scott’s. 

Scott doesn’t even blink at Diego’s impressive size; he spins him around and lifts his tail, exposing the swollen ‘bull ring’ underneath.  Diego’s butthole is moist and protruding and I’m a little surprised to see he’s quivering with excitement back there. Apparently, he likes being ridden almost as much as he enjoys doing the riding.

“So fuckin’ hawt!” Scott breathes, admiring that succulent bull hole. “I can’t wait to fuck it and become a bull!”

I wince because I know this is the wrong thing to say and, sure enough, Diego wakes from his obedient stupor and outrage blazes in his eyes. “Not so fast!” he growls, pulling his pants back up and covering his anal ring. His little tufted tail is still sticking out of the back, though. “I already tole ya I can’t make ya a bull! There’s just no way that the other bulls would agree to that unless–” 

His voice trails off and he refuses to finish the sentence.

“Unless what?” Scott demands, voice rising with excitement. “Tell me! Unless what? Don’t leave me hangin’ here, boss! I’m dyin’ to hear if there’s a loophole to get a bull hole!”

Diego closes his eyes slowly. When he reopens them, he looks unhappy. “Yer not gonna like it. Bah-lieve me. You ain’t gonna like it.”

Scott gets up in Diego’s snout, grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling him down so they are face to face, “What?! Tell me! TELL ME!”

And so Diego does.

***

Scott is sitting with his head in his hands next to me. He hasn’t moved or said anything in a very long time. Diego is pacing in front of the fireplace, dragging his massive organ along behind him. It’s leaving skid marks on the wood floors because he’s apparently due for another milking.

“Well?” he demands finally. “What’s yer decision?”

Scott lifts his head and gives him a baleful stare. He swallows and I’m once again mesmerized by his big Adam’s apple, “I’m in. I’ll do it if that’s the only way.”

Diego nods, “It is the only way.” He pauses, “Are you sure, though? You don’t gotta go through with this. It’s totally your decision.”

“No, I’ve made up my mind.” Scott hunches his broad shoulders with resignation, “I’m gonna do it.”

“Scott!” I protest. “You don’t have to!”

He takes my hoofs into his hands and squeezes, “It’s the only way we get to be together and I get to stay male. Well, sort of.” He sighs, “I mean, it’s better than being a cow. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a cow, mind you! Yer the sexiest cow I’ve ever seen, Baz!”

I favor him with a smile, “It’s Ok. I get it. I’m glad I’m a cow but I understand why you don’t want to be one. It’s just not who you are.”

Scott smiles back at me and Diego watches him closely for a moment before extracting his phone from his pocket. “If you’re really certain, I’ll call the vet and make an appointment for your procedure tomorrow morning.” Scott swallows, looking like he’s going to sick but nods. Diego grins encouragingly back at him, “Good man. I’ll make the call and then you can breed me and become a bull.”

“A bull for one night, you mean,” Scott laments. “Just one night.” He sighs heavily, looking down at the floor.

Diego nods, “That’s right but at least you get to be a bull like you wanted. It could be worse.” Scott gives him a hangdog grin and Diego flips through his contacts, looking for Dr. Nadir’s number. She’s the large animal vet whose services the bulls use when they’re in the area.

***

Scott’s spirits revive when Diego strips naked and gets down on all fours, spreading his beefy thighs and lifting his tail to expose his eager hole. Scott and I are behind him and we’re both mesmerized by the sight. It’s not everyday that a bull places himself in such a compromised position because it’s rare for a bull to agree to be mounted, especially by a human.

“Just get it over with!” Diego pleads, lowering his horned head and closing his eyes. Even though I know part of him is eager to be fucked, it’s also true that he’s humiliated by the experience.

Scott wastes no time.

He yanks down his jeans and sidles up behind Diego, reaching out to trace a finger around the circumference of that moist, quivering ring of flesh. Diego lets out a little whine that could be either desire or indignation or both. And then Scott leans forward and opens his mouth, tracing the same path with his tongue. This time Diego’s moan is full of longing. A shiver reverberates through his big body.

“Tastes like bull pucky,” Scott jokes, turning to wink back at me.

I barely notice because, while Diego is showing Scott his hole, Scott is inadvertently doing the same thing to me. He’s completely naked and I’m right behind him which means I have a stellar view of his spread arse cheeks. Scott’s got a very plump butt and it’s covered in wiry, black hair. When he arches his strong back, though, those glorious cheeks part and I get the perfect view of his puckered asshole.

Scott smirks when he registers my glassy-eyed expression and provocatively waggles his buttocks, causing them to clap together. I’m amazed that his ass is big and soft enough to do that. I thought only cows were butt-clappers!

“Well, go on, Baz!” he encourages, spreading his thighs even wider. “Tongue-fuck my butt pussy! That’s what it’s for, right?”

And I do.

Soon both Scott and Diego are getting their assholes licked and sucked and generally slobbered on as all three of us shed our clothing and get down to the dirty business of fucking. I have never licked a guy’s butthole before and am surprised how delicious the experience is. Scott’s is a particularly nice asshole to lick, too, because he has a very tangy, distinct flavor. Plus, he’s very responsive and appreciative, even reaching back with one hand to pull a hefty butt cheek back and give me unfettered access to his back door.

“OH, FUCK YEAH!” he yodels. “FUCK, BAZ! YER TONGUE! YER TONGUE! I’ve never had anyone lick me like you…which is probably ‘cuz nobody’s ever licked my asshole before. Still, it’s fun. You’re a pro!”

I chuckle because, even when he’s in the throes of ecstasy, Scott retains his chatty, boyish charm.

It’s finally time. 

Scott’s gotten Diego worked up into a near frantic state of arousal and my bull is actually begging to be fucked. I never thought I’d see Diego so wrecked or so eager for cock! He’s bellowing Scott’s name at the top of his lungs, berating him and enticing him in equal measure.

“YOU FUCKER!” he pants. “YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKER! I HATE YOU! I FUCKIN’ HATE YOU!” This is followed by a pathetic whimper, “Just do it. Pah-leeze! Just fuck me! Fuck my hole, bro!”

Scott rises and reaches back to pat my head, his way of giving thanks for my tossing his salad. His cock is hard and throbbing. I can see it between his legs. It’s so heavy that, even when it’s erect, it still sags down, succumbing to gravity.

He slicks his shaft up with lube and pulls back his foreskin so he can savor every thrust and then takes Diego’s slim hips in his hands and walks on his knees up behind him. “You ready, boss?” he asks, voice full of pride, victory and lust. “You ready for me to fuck you?”

In answer, Diego sits back on his haunches. His blocky, furry ass cheeks push outward along with his hole. It’s clear he’s never been more ready for this moment and Scott takes a little victory lap, crowing, “You want my big man-cock. Dontcha, slut? You wanna get fucked like the little cockwhore you are, dontcha?”

Diego braces, growling, “Watch it, human! You know what’s coming tomorrow!”

The threat lands and Scott sobers. I’m worried he’s going to lose his erection but his throbbing monster barely dips before he’s positioning it over Diego’s anal ring and pushing forward. Diego lifts his snout in the air and the night reverberates with his resounding moo, the moo of a bull getting fucked.

Scott lets out a moo of his own. 

Perhaps it’s meant in jest but I think it’s serious because I can already see the effects of his transformation, turning him into a bovine. Even before he’s driven the full length of his cock inside Diego’s hole, his shoulders are broadening and black fur is crawling out of the pores of his back. He lifts his head and lets out another bellow, this one deeper than the last. His buttocks inflate before my eyes, growing bigger and heavier. His arms become corded with muscle and his delts round out into bowling balls. His neck thickens, swallowing his ears before those ears begin to grow longer and more pointed. A pair of horns emerge from the sides of his head and, most intriguing to me, his balls swell and swell and swell, growing so big and heavy they eventually drag across the floor with each thrust. 

I can only imagine how big his cock is growing at the same time. Diego’s bellows seem to track this growth, becoming ever more frantic and aroused. It must both hurt and feel exquisite. I can relate because I know what it’s like to be fucked by a bull.

Scott eventually cums in a truly bestial climax that seems to ricochet around his body, enhancing and changing it as he orgasms. He grows even bigger and broader and hairier. His entire body is now carpeted with black fur from head to toe and, speaking of those toes, they are more like hooves now. By the time he sags down over Diego’s broad back, completely spent, he’s a fully-formed bull. He may not be quite as large as Diego but he’s darned close. The room fills with deep grunts as he and Diego struggle to catch their breaths.

Last but not least, I hear an audible pop as Scott’s human asshole grows and protrudes, swelling to a truly prodigious diameter and thickness. I watch as it forces his newly inflated butt cheeks apart. It’s now on full, permanent display behind him. He lifts his little tail and flaps it up and down, caressing his new bull hole with the tuft of black fur on the end.

I’m feeling a little left out, if I’m completely honest. It was fun licking Scott’s butthole but I wish I’d been part of the action. It turns out that I needn’t have worried because my turn is coming…and coming and coming.

I’m about to discover what it’s like to be fucked by two bulls at once.

Right now, though, Scott is still waking up to his newly changed body. He lifts his snout and looks down at himself, amazed at the difference. He’s a very handsome black bull now with large, round, blue eyes. A shaggy forelock hangs down over those beautiful eyes and he brushes it aside to gaze at himself in wonder.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Oh, fuck! I’m a bull! I’M FINALLY A GODDAMNED BULL!”

The air seems to sizzle with desire around him and I realize I’m being slowly but surely driven insane with lust by the strong, musky odor of two bulls in season. Scott’s bull cum is pooling on the floor around Diego’s haunches and I can see that Diego is revved and ready for action. Scott may have cum but Diego hasn’t and a pent-up bull is a bull who’s ready to rampage.

Diego pushes himself to feet and Scott’s newly elongated appendage slides out of him, landing with a wet plop on the floor between them. Diego and I exchange heated looks before our eyes land on Scott. Scott looks up from gaping at his hooflike hands and his mouth falls open as he takes in our dueling desire. His eyes go round.

“Uh, hey guys,” he stammers. “Wh-What’s go–?”

He never finishes because Diego and I pounce on him, pulling him down onto the floor. And then we proceed to rut.

I come out on top even though I’m a bottom. I find myself sandwiched between my two bulls, exchanging greedy, sloppy kisses with them. They take turns forcing their long, thick tongues into my mouth. Their hooves are all over my body and I’m being groped and prodded and poked until I’m just about ready to pop. I’m orgasming before they even make it to my pussy, such is the blessing of having a cunt. And then they take turns fucking my holes. Both are competitive males and aren’t content having to make due with either my asshole or my vagina. Instead, they battle each other for hole privileges, swapping back and forth until every orifice of my body is oozing with their combined semen.

I’m in heaven.

***

“Unnnnngh,” Scott moans in my ear.

“You can say that again,” comes Diego’s contented reply.

“Unnnnngh.”

Diego grins, “Smart ass.”

“No,” Scott corrects, “I’m a smart bull. But my ass is smarting, too.”

“Haha.”

“No seriously,” Scott complains. “Did you really have to fuck me so hard? Dude! Your cock should be classified as a concealed weapon.”

“There’s no way of concealing my cock, you dumbass.”

“There you go with the ass comments again.” Scott props himself up on his elbows, “I’m a bull now, dude, even though you didn’t wanna make me one.” He pauses to look down at himself again and seems a bit disappointed. Finally, he asks, “Why isn’t my cock as big as yers, boss? I thought I’d have a bullcock when I was done.”

Diego lifts his great head off of my shoulder, nearly poking Scott’s eye out with his horn. “I can’t believe you’re complaining about having a dick that’s more than three feet long! Are you being serious right now? C’mon!”

“But I wanna be big like you!” Scott persists. “It’s not fair!”

“Oh, Jesus,” I groan. “Would you both shut up about your big cocks! Look at me! I don’t even have one and you don’t hear me complaining.”

They both fall silent.

And then they fuck me again.

***

Morning rolls around too soon because I’m still horny for my two bulls. It also rolls around too soon for poor Scott because the hour of his doom is upon him.

He gets dressed woodenly in a set of clothes that Diego loans him because he’s far too large now to fit in his jeans and t-shirt from the night before. Diego’s clothes hang loose on him, though, especially in the crotch and he makes no secret of his disappointment that he’s not as big and impressive as Diego.

“I’m the head bull,” Diego reasons. “Well, after Kwame, that is. Of course I’m bigger than you!”

Scott opens his mouth to counter this argument but I interrupt him with a lingering kiss. His blue eyes go round and then he’s staring at me with a heated gaze. I pull away from him, saying, “You look amazing, Scott. Trust me on that.”

He nods, eyes burning with desire, and I hope I’ve convinced him.

We eat breakfast and then it’s time to make the trip to the veterinary clinic. Scott is somber as he climbs into the truck and rolls down the window to make room for his new horns. He and Diego fill up the front seats, their immense bull bodies swollen with muscles and testosterone. I sit in the back, watching Scott. I feel bad for him because I have a sense of what he’s going through. My transition to having a vagina isn’t quite the same thing but it’s close. It’s a loss of a vital part of the anatomy and I know how that hurts. He’s hiding it well but I can tell he’s freaking out inside.

I put my hoof on his shoulder and squeeze. He looks back at me, swallowing hard. Then he turns to Diego, pleading, “Is this really the only way, boss?”

“Yes, it is,” Diego grunts. “We’ve been over this.”

“I know, but–”

“Scott, this is the only way. Now shut up and bull up.”

“You mean bull down,” Scott grumbles but I notice that he’s squared his broad shoulders resolutely.

Dr. Nadir is a bit taken aback by Diego’s request and asks for Scott’s consent before performing the procedure. The vet tech and veterinary exchange puzzled looks when he states his agreement. He even signs a consent form clumsily with an ungainly hoof, something most of their clients are incapable of doing.

Diego clears his throat before the vet asks us to exit the room so she can perform the procedure. “Uh, doc?”

Dr. Nadir turns to him quizzically, “Yes?”

Diego looks down at the floor, “Uh, can you, um, maybe take a sperm sample from him first? I mean, to freeze for later use.” 

She nods, “Of course.”

Diego looks over at Scott who is lying on his back on the exam table, a grim expression plastered across his snout. He’s wearing a tiny gown and his immense, doomed testicles are hanging out over the edge of the table.

“Sperm sample?” Scott repeats. “Why?”

I move over closer to him and squeeze his hoof, explaining, “Diego and I…well, we talked about it and we want you to sire my first calf.” I fold my hooves together, unable to meet his stunned gaze, “I would, um, be honored.”

“Baz,” he murmurs. “That’s…aw, hell, Baz! That’s awesome!” He grins, turning to Diego. “Thanks, boss! That’s amazing news! I can’t believe it! I’m gonna be a cow daddy!”

“A sire, you mean.” Diego’s voice is gruff with emotion, “It’s our pleasure, Scott. You’re part of our herd after all. In fact, you’re more than that. Baz and I want you to be part of our family. When we get back to the farm, the three of us are going to be married.” He pauses with unexpected shyness, “That is, if you want to marry us.”

Scott stares at us, jaw hanging open. Tears fill his big, blue eyes and he exclaims, “Jesus, boss and bossette! Would I? You betch yer fuckin’ horns, I would!” He pumps a hoof in exultation, “Fuck, yeah! I’m gonna be married to Diego and Baz! How fuckin’ lucky is that?!” He looks over at Dr. Nadir for confirmation and, after a little hesitation, she nods encouragingly. Her expression seems puzzled, though. Humans will never understand us bovines, I realize then.

Scott lays his big, horned head down on the exam table and allows the vet tech to collect a (very large) sperm sample. True to our word, it’s Scott’s calf that I will bear next spring.

***

The three of us get married the following week in a private ceremony in a small pasture on the farm. We stand under the bows of cherry trees, their blossoms raining down upon us. Diego looks handsome in his form-fitting tuxedo and Scott is smartly dressed in a matching suit. And me? I’m dressed simply in a pair of white shorts and a white t-shirt with a special pouch for my udder bag. I’ve never been much for formal occasions and this attire seems to suit my new life on the farm. It’s basically my uniform now, so why not get married in it?

We’re happy as an official thruple but each of us had to give up something in order to be here. Scott and my sacrifices are perhaps the biggest but even Diego had to give up some of his bull pride along the way. The other bulls weren’t exactly pleased when he showed up with another bull in tow but they relented when they learned that Scott had been made into a steer. Now Scott keeps a bull testosterone patch on his arm and his giant bull balls are on display in a big jar on our mantle. They’re a reminder of his one, brief, glorious day as a fully intact bull.

My parents flipped out when I told them I was now a cow and that I was intent on marrying two bulls. Needless to say, they refused to come to our ceremony. Scott’s family wouldn’t even return his calls, though his former boss, Dennis, from the bar did make an appearance as did the old women from the grocery store. 

Only Diego’s family ended up attending but they looked like they wanted to bolt at any moment. My bride’s maids were Sebby and the three men–now cows–that had attacked me at the bar. I have to say I got evil glee out of being waited on by the cow with the red, white and blue mullet. He glowered at me throughout the ceremony but I merely smiled back at him. I knew that Kwame was waiting to jump his udder as soon as we finished our vows.

Diego’s retinue was comprised of the other five bulls: Kwame, Thien Savoie, Levi and Abdul. The entire herd of cows crowded into the orchard to watch along with a few, scattered humans. They let out a collective moo of congratulations when the minister pronounced us married and I pierced my bull and steer’s noses with pliers, giving them matching rings. Diego and Scott’s filled with tears, although it was unclear if this was due to emotion or the agony of getting pierced by the large-gauge ring. In any case, we celebrated together afterwards, cementing our bond as the farm’s official thruple. 

So, yeah, my life’s taken a turn I never would’ve predicted and I’ve paid a price. When it comes down to it, though, I’d do the same thing again if I had the chance. I love Diego and I love Scott. And both of them love me back, vying in pretty spectacular fashion to show me and my cow-gina just how much they worship me. I’ve got a horny bull and a horny steer in my bed every night. Not every cow can say that!

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