You stand in front of the thick metal door fuming, wondering if you should either storm off or slam your fist on the window to get someone’s attention. Maybe you’d break the glass if you tried hard enough. It would serve them right! You came all this way, and they kept you waiting!
So what if they are the only gym taking customers during the pandemic? It’s not your fault that you finally get the motivation to go to the gym, only to have the fucking world shut down! You’ve had to put it off this long, psyching yourself up for getting the swole body of your dreams. There was a lot of shit to think about, like trying to get the scheduling down and working on cutting sugar and carbs from your diet!
And just like that, bam! No more gym! Not even your deposit back! Fucking virus. Everything closed, just like that. You quickly got tired of sitting on your ass all day. No movies. No bars. Nothing. Just work, drink, sleep, work, drink some more. You were gonna get fat, living that way. You weren’t going to attract women like this! Just when you finally had the chance to get swole!
Your only alternative was to buy your own goddamn home gym. What, were you made of money? And where were you going to cram all of that equipment into your one-bedroom? Plus, the whole place would reek of your sweat! You couldn’t even bring a girl home to that, even if they weren’t all too scared of getting sick!
That’s when you found it. Some online blog about a gym still taking clients in your city. Off the books, mind you. No credit cards or paper trail. The government would probably swoop in and shut em’ down. There was a contact, a guy who would get you in touch with another guy. This was your chance!
It wasn’t too much hassle to get your appointment set up. They wanted clients. Cash only. But you didn’t care. It was still way cheaper than the home gym option.
So here you are. Freezing your ass off mid-March in front of a sketchy looking door. The hastily thrown up sign says ‘Cattle Barn’. What the hell kind of name is that? But you didn’t really give a fuck if you can finally get started on your dream body.
Soon, the door opens, and a guy with sunglasses and one of those stupid face masks looks out. What the fuck is he doing, wearing one of those coverings like all the other cattle? Despite that, you do your best not to look disgusted with him. He is letting you in, after all.
You fake a smile and follow him to the reception area. The place is dirty, the lights dim, and the paint and signs on the wall faded. There is a door leading down a long hallway, where you assume the exercise equipment is. You have the cash on hand, more than you want to pay but better than the alternatives. He offers you a complimentary bottle of water, and you drink it down, wanting to stay hydrated. He shows you where you can get changed and then leaves into a back room.
You get dressed, excited to hit the floor as soon as you can. The typically sweaty scent of a locker room is stifling, but you figure you’ll get used to it. It simply means that the floor will be filled with guys who, like you, aren’t too scared of a simple cold to come and work out. Maybe you can make friends with some of the guys, help each other get swole.
You start into the back area when a pungent odor hits your nose. Far stronger than the scent of the locker room, it nearly makes you gag. It stinks like a barn! Sweat, hay, and even something you can’t help but think is shit. What the hell is wrong with the place? Was this why it was called ‘The Cattle Barn’?
Yet the sight that greets you takes your mind off the odor almost immediately. You first spot the gym equipment, relatively new, and scattered around a floor strewn with hay. That must be where the smell is coming from, you reason. It doesn’t explain the stench of cowhide or manure, and you have a sinking suspicion that this place is used for more than gym equipment. They must have had to move their equipment into this space in short order to allow people to work out. Clearly, it was only recently used to store livestock!
You instantly relax when you spy three other men already working out. Surely, if the smell isn’t bothering them, you can work out yourself. One is on a treadmill, one is lifting weights while the third is spotting for him. At the sight of you entering, they all stop, waving you over. You smile and introduce yourself to Greg, Stu, and Mike. They seem friendly enough. You try not to stare too long at their muscled, hairless bodies. Each set of muscles would be enviable on your own frame!
Stu asks you to spot for him while Mike goes back to do the same for Greg. As you follow, you take in the sight of his sweat-soaked workout shirt and throbbing muscles underneath. Damn, you have a long way to go before you get there! But, judging from his eagerness, you have a feeling that Stu wants to help you.
You help him get started at 150 on the bars, and he lays down and begins his reps. Yet, after ten, he stops, telling you to add on weight. You raise it by ten pounds, but he tells you not to be a pussy. Nervous about being shamed, you put the weight up to 220, and he continues.
You watch his arms bulge as he lifts effortlessly. His flesh swells with each upward movement, the veins underneath pumping needed oxygen to his muscles. He continues his fluid reps and every motion that makes you envious. He has clearly been doing this a while!
After a few minutes of this, he stops, telling you to up it to 300. You think it’s a little much, but you don’t want him to jab at you again. He commences his next set, showing a slight bit of strain this time. An awkward grunt escapes his lips, and you catch a whiff of his breath. It’s a little foul, and you glimpse of his large, yellowed teeth. But you decide it’s only a minor inconvenience, given the other strong scents of the barn.
You gaze with rapt attention while the muscles ripple across his body as he works the bar in a steady rhythm that makes you envious. His pecs are flattened, his stomach paunch firm and toned. Swollen arms expand even further, as though each lift is increasing his mass. You swear you can almost see the muscle fibers tearing and reforming right before your eyes as he reaches what you assume is the form of his desires. This is exactly what you’ve wanted!
A foamy sheen of sweat slicks his skin and makes you gag a little. The pungent odor is a little stifling, and if you didn’t know any better, you could swear it carried with it notes of that barnyard stink. You simply figure he’s been working out for a bit too long, and the cloying stench has clung to him.
Stu is grunting louder now, the sounds coming from his mouth deeper than the voice he used before. You want to suggest that he stop, but before you can, he bellows, starling you from your reverence. “MOOORE!” he yells, and you instantly reach down to add another 100 pounds, the max the bench can support. Part of you worries he will hurt himself, but from the way he is lifting, you doubt that is possible. And besides, you are here to spot for him, right?
This time the strain is noticeable as he lifts. Yet his powerful muscles seem up to the task. His entire body is flushed with sweat now, soaking his brow and staining the front of his work shirt. Yet his grunts of pain turn to ones of determination as he continues to lift, causing his veins to pop out and even more muscle to swell under his skin.
A slight peppering of hair catches your notice, and your eyes are drawn to the exposed skin on Stu’s chest. Wasn’t it bare before? You can’t quite recall. You do find the black hair fetching, your eyes transfixed on its presence over his sweaty flesh. To your surprise, the hair runs down towards his abs, sticking out from under his shirt. The fact that the garment seems too small for his chest when it covered him adequately only moments ago is lost on you in your reverence.
To your delight, you can see a treasure trail forming, pooling at the base of his belly just above his groin. Even as it thickens in the center, you can tell it is steadily extending outward, preparing to cover every inch of his skin in a fine coat. You can’t help imagining what it would look like to see it covered in more of that gorgeous black hair!
You resist the urge to touch it, wondering what it would feel like to run your fingers through the soft manly fur. Yet before you can do such a thing, you stop, shaking yourself from the intrusive thoughts. Why would you want to…?
The thought triggers an uncomfortable ache in your crotch, and your hand accidentally brushes the tip of your cock. Immediately, you jump back, the alien desires disturbing you. You’re not gay, not a faggot! Surely, this guy isn’t either. He’s just a guy like you, wanting to get ripped to show off to the ladies!
But no matter how you try, you can’t seem to get your boner to go down. In fact, the throbbing of your cock seems to grow more intense the longer you stare at your new buddy’s workout. You can sense it leaking in your gym shorts. Even through the light layer of sweat you’ve worked up in the warm air. It takes every amount of willpower not to stroke it to the sight of the man working out. Yet you can’t look away, not as his spotter. And, in truth, you don’t want to.
The scents in the air start to alter from the stink of sweat and barn. One aspect of this new smell is one that comes with hard work, musky, and thick. Another quality mirrors the odor wafting off your own groin, like something you’ve only smelled after a good jerk in the bedroom. Yet you sniff audibly, finding it rather pleasant.
Your eyes reflexively lower, and the sight of Stu’s crotch makes you gasp. To your horror, or perhaps delight, there is a familiar bulge that makes your mouth water. Desires to pull down his shorts and drink in his masculinity flood your thoughts. You try and ignore the urges; after all, maybe it’s the workout that is making him hard. But the idea is firmly in your mind nonetheless.
A heavy grunt catches your attention, and your eyes are drawn up to his face. His scalp is a deep red, as though wincing from the effort of continuing the reps. Yet that is not what has you enamored. Two massive bumps, like bruises, seem to be pressing irritatingly against the flesh. They appear to throb in tandem, threatening to pierce the skin and burst forth like an abscess.
But they did not seem to be causing his pain. Stu welcomes the agony, as though his struggle is making him more powerful. “Ah yeah, more, MORE, MOOOOOOORE!” Stu bellows, forcing the growths tauter.
A light tearing of flesh resonates in your ears as the two bony protrusions pop their way out. Thickened at the base, they start to curve, rising above his brow. Soon their circumference spans the entirety of his forehead as they continue birthing bloodlessly through the flesh. It seems as though they are a proper part of his anatomy now. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say they are the horns of a bull!
“AH fuck yeah!” he bellows, finally setting the bars down after his reps. Even though this man has just grown horns, you can’t help but be happy for him. His form perfectly mirrors the one you’ve always envisioned for your own frame. And, in conflict with your stringent heterosexuality, he is smoking hot!
Hoots of excitement reach your ears, and you look over to see Greg and Mike walking towards you, patting each other’s shoulders and backs in celebration. As you stare, you start to get the impression that their touch goes on a little too long. Their hands seem to be caressing each other’s ass cheeks intimately, indicating something more than just work out buddies. But then, who are you to judge? Maybe they are a couple! Gay guys work out, too!
Much like Stu, the sight of their glistening, sweaty bodies has you enamored. You figure it must be your imagination, but their muscled forms seem significantly larger than when you saw them ten minutes ago. Like Stu’s, their chests are stretched tight in their shirts, veins bulging against the skin. Each inch of flesh seems perfectly sculpted, as though they’ve been lifting for years. You can’t help but admire the level of dedication!
Your eyes play hungrily over their forms, drinking in the peppering of brown and black hair that seems to cover their bodies in a fine coat. Like Stu’s, it is centered in a treasure trail, though slowly spreading over their pecs, stomach, and even their arms and legs. The skin around the hair seems to be darker, almost leathery in texture, but you think it might be a simple trick of the light.
Yet no amount of dimness can explain the matching set of bovine horns adorning their heads. Looking identical to the ones crowning Stu’s own, both men rub at them occasionally in reverence of their size and stature. Neither seems bothered by their presence, even though they had not owned them before today.
“Hey, good job man!” Greg comes in, patting Stu’s arm. As he does, the sight of his perfect bubble butt fills your vision. But it’s not the muscled rear that has your interest. It’s the growth sitting two inches above his ass, its tufted tail teasing the backs of his shorts. Greg has a perfect bull’s tail protruding from his rear!
Your eyes can’t help but look for the similar growths sticking from the other men’s rears. With their bodies turned to the side, it’s easy to spot the presence of the abnormalities. To your shock, they, too, seem to be sporting bovine protrusions. Like Greg’s, their ass cheeks seem to have receded to accentuate their muscled hips and thighs. It doesn’t escape your notice that a pair of weighty testicles seem to sway underneath, clearly visible through their shorts!
You want to call out to alert them, but soon Stu’s hands are on your shoulders, encouraging you down onto the bench. You want to protest the bizarre nature of the situation, making you reluctant to continue pumping iron. But the scent of their sweat and musk compel you down, making it hard to focus on why it is you are concerned.
You take the bar in your arms, enjoying the gentle touch of their rough, encouraging fingers on your flesh. You start to lift, finding the weight they start you with a little troublesome. But the other men whisper words of encouragement that keep you going. As you complete your first set, you can feel how powerful your arms seem to be from just this minor exercise. They seem to have swollen yet are not aching as you might have expected. In fact, you seem ready for more!
The weight on the bars is doubled, and you lift again, this time effortlessly falling into a rhythm. Your body starts to tingle all over, like the muscles under the flesh are pulling apart. But the process leaves no pain. Rather, you feel amazing, the meat underneath seeming to rip apart and knit together, just as Stu’s had not moments ago. Are you about to get as big as him?
All over your body, you can feel the pricking of hair teasing their way through your pores. You had been relatively hairless, unable to grow more than a little stubble. Now it seems that every inch of your skin is sprouting small hairs, thickening the more you lift. The sudden tickling irritates your sweaty body, but you don’t let it stop you. The idea of swelling as large as the other men around you is a powerful incentive!
You continue to lift as though your muscles are made for it, effortlessly tearing and rebuilding back stronger. Nothing you have ever felt has been so exhilarating. You relish the idea you will soon have a body to match those of your friends. Your lips elicit a groan from the effort as you continue your motions. You know you should be sore right now, but the increase in muscle mass seems to aid in your endeavors.
You are hardly aware when your new friends add more weight to the bars. It only takes a few reps of the new number to achieve the same pattern. You are getting bigger!
You ignore the itching playing over your body as you continue your set. You can literally feel the hairs lancing from your flesh, covering every inch of your muscled form as though you’ve received a direct infusion of testosterone. The pooling of hair in the center of your chest and belly excites you, providing you a treasure trail beyond your wildest dreams. The thought of what you’ll look like sends another shiver through your loins and strengthens your resolve to continue lifting.
Stu’s fingers are soon gently massaging your arm, and you stop, relaxing from their grip. “Hey man, you’ve been lifting long? Good show! I bet you can go even higher!” he says, and you instantly blush.
Something begins pressing uncomfortably against the seat of your pants, and you have to readjust yourself on the bench several times between sets. It feels as though your spine is being tugged outward and is moving of its own accord. You are instantly reminded of the tails your brethren seem to sport, and you panic, almost dropping the bar.
Worry over the growth in your pants subsides as Stu reaches down to tease your new appendage. It wriggles in response, sticking further out the side of the bench. “That’s a big one!” Stu says, turning your skin red once more.
Greg and Mike add more weights to the ends of your bar, and you start lifting again, your eagerness to show off fueling your efforts. The words of compliment are fresh in your mind, and you feel another tugging in the front of your pants, one of your cock aching to be free and touched. The idea of lifting so much has you powerfully aroused!
You figure you should be embarrassed, but Stu’s hand teases your bulge, and you moan, struggling with the bar for a moment. The other men are at the ready, spotting for you to minimize the risk of injury. You allow the sensation of stiff fingers playing over your leaking cock head, teasing the tapered tip and coaxing more precum from your shaft.
“Man, you’re packing just as much down there as you are in the arms, dude!” Stu says, and you immediately blush once more. The drive to impress these guys becomes your world as you struggle with the added weight they’ve given you. You hardly care how itchy your ball sack is or how a new, fuzzy foreskin seems to have replaced previously cut cock. Your gaze simply falls to the stiff meat in your new buddy’s pants. Maybe he’ll show you his if you show off for him!
An aching sensation in your widening forehead makes you want to stop and rub the spot. Greg’s hands are there to help, even though the rough, calloused skin of his fingertips causes you some discomfort. Mike’s fingers are rubbing your shoulders, as though encouraging the muscles underneath to bulge and grow. Stu’s are running over your widening pecs, making them itch with spreading hair and hide. He can’t help but lower them down your treasure trail, encouraging more masculine hair to sprout from your pores and your cock to press forward a few more inches inside your shorts.
Lost in the reverie of the pampering you are receiving, you hardly care about the discomfort of two bovine horns bursting out of your skull. They stretch the skin apart, crowning your head with the bony protrusions. They are massive, maybe even more so than those of your friends. The knowledge of how big you are almost makes you blow a load in your shorts!
“SO GGGOOOOOOOD!” you bellow, unaware of the deep baritone in your voice as your horns tear their way through your skin, curving above your head as you bring the bar down one more time in triumph.
Carefully, the other guys help you up, and you steady yourself, unaccustomed to balancing with your new body size. You look at the number at each end and realize that you were benching 400 pounds with ease on your first day! If this kept up, you really would reach the swole form of your dreams!
A massive smile plastered on your face, you run your hands over your body to see what effect the workout has had. The first thing you realize is how close to your new friends’ bodily dimensions you have gotten. Your arms are massive, pulling your shirt tight across your chest. Your muscled belly hangs underneath it, clearly too large to fit into the weak clothing. You grin, thinking that a few flexes might tear it off your body. If you keep up your new routine, you’re going to need a new wardrobe!
The idea of walking with your exposed belly makes you smile as you run your fingers over the new flesh. You think it should feel leathery, maybe soft in the areas thickly coated with hair. But your fingers don’t seem to have the same tactile abilities they did earlier today. A quick inspection reports the nails are bulbous, covering the flesh around four of your digits. But you don’t mind, especially with how thick they have become to accent your meaty arms!
You suddenly become aware of the heavy stench in the room once more, the one reminiscent of a barn or stable. It seems to be wafting off your own sweaty form as much as it has been hanging in the air. Yet it doesn’t seem to bother you anymore. In fact, you rather like it, flaring your nostrils to down as much as you can. To your delight, it seems to be wafting off all four of your bodies, a signal of your success.
Dizzied from the scents in the room, you are hardly aware of the bizarre nature of the circumstances. Though even in your haze, you faintly note something is off. How did you get so muscular so fast? For a moment, you wonder if some sort of steroid in the bottle of water did this to you. One more potent than anything you could imagine to give you bulls horns and a tail!
Stu’s hands on your shoulder brings you out of your trace, and you find yourself lost in his handsome features. His beard is thick and black, covering his face except for his bulbous nose. His eyes are dull brown, where before you were sure they were olive green.
Before you realize what is happening, Stu’s lips are on your own, and he is kissing you deeply. You want to pull away, afraid for the straining threads of your heterosexuality, but the flavor of his lips on your own is sublime. You can feel how hard your boner is in your pants, and to your delight, Stu’s own massive cock seems to be frotting against your own. No matter how much you think it should be wrong, you can’t deny how right it feels!
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Greg and Mike making out as well, running those beefy hands all over each other’s glistening muscles. Their thickening lips are pressed into a tight embrace, their own cocks as turgid as your own. You are only able to glimpse them for a moment, however, entranced with your own lover as you are. The sight is only sufficient to spur on your own arousal!
You continue making out with your muscled beau, lost in the electric sensation of his tongue entwined with your own. You feel it getting thicker, much to your delight. In fact, your own lips and tongue start to feel numb, as though they’ve expanded as well. You find it difficult to focus on the bizarre sensation until his mouth seems to push itself away from your own. You open your eyes, hearing a sloshing in your ears as Stu’s jaw starts to expand. With his bulbous nose and brown eyes, he looks almost like a bull!
You want to pull away, but your own face is drawn towards his as the two of you continue to kiss. Your heads are still expanding, your noses dripping mucus as your ears grow floppy. You know the changes should panic you, but you are so desperately horny, and you keep your lips locked with his. Nothing can satisfy your needs better than the proximity to the muscled Adonis before you!
Your hands are rubbing his arms now, playing over all the contours of his body. At first, you enjoy the sculpted perfection his lifting has crafted. Yet something seems off, as though leathery hide and thicker fur seem to be spreading over his skin, covering every inch. The muscle and bone underneath seem to be warming with a series of sickening pops, shifting rapidly under his flesh.
You continue to rub his skin, but something over your fingertips limits their ability to feel. You spare a brief glance, noting your nails are hard and encompass the entire surface of your fingers now. The tips are pointed, and you realize with some shock that they don’t seem to be moving as well as they should be. Two of them are much shorter and retracted around your palm, while the others are twice their normal size. Worse, your thumbs are nearly gone, wriggling stubs sitting high on your wrists. They almost remind you of bovine hooves!
Yet you hardly register the changes, lost as you are in your lusty embrace with Stu. A semblance of reason knows this is wrong, that these homosexual acts are changing you in more ways than one. But each time you try to pull away, your body simply craves the contact more. You want to continue kissing your lover, perhaps go even further to satisfy the ache in your balls and your throbbing cock. You don’t care what your body will look like so long as you can get fucked the way your body craves!
Out of the corner of your eye, you see that your companions are in worse shape, far-flung from their prior humanity. Mike is having difficulties standing, his massive body top-heavy. His hips have flattened with his ass cheeks, shifting his posture forward. Greg’s shoulders are thick and flat, and despite the strength in his body, he seems to lack the range of motion required to hold up his lover. Still, that doesn’t stop them from maintaining their lip lock as their bodies continue to grow and cover with bovine hide.
With a heavy thump, Greg allows Mike to fall to the floor on his front hands, now clearly hooves. A resounding rip echoes through the room as what remains of Mike’s shirt is torn from his frame. His ass and cock have stretched his gym clothes to the limits as the elastic exercise shorts pop apart, exposing an expansive backside compete with a gaping pucker and heavy balls. Most notably, however, is the massive, drooling bovine cock hanging heavily from his front!
Yet Mike’s only panic seems to be his lack of height to reach his lover. However, he seems to have no intention of letting that limit his fun. Bellowing in bovine fashion, he turns around, and Greg flares his nose to drink down the musky scents wafting from Mike’s bovine backside. Soon, Mike’s asshole is facing Greg’s heavy body, and Mike is lifting his tail in a clear indication of his needs!
“FUCK MMMEEEEEEE!” Mike bellows, backing up towards Greg’s body in obvious need as he does so. His chest continues to barrel, his face and head growing larger to match his new frame. There is hardly anything human left in the bovine body, but Mike’s lusts seem no worse for wear.
Greg is happy to oblige, using his friend’s heavy frame to aid in his conquest and prevent his own bulky bovine body from falling over. Greg can’t seem to guide his cock in his new hooves, but that is of little consequence with how massive Mike’s asshole seems to be. With little effort, Greg’s cock head finds its target, and the soon-to-be bull is shoving his way in, preparing to fuck his mate. Yet Mike seems no worse for wear from the painful invasion. You can plainly see the pleasure plastered on his bovine feature as the two changing men prepare to rut in earnest!
The sight should disturb you, but you only want to feel the same way, sexy and muscled with the perfect body to entice Stu to fuck you. You can’t hold a care for your humanity or your heterosexuality as you let yourself succumb to the changes overtaking you.
Your body is getting massive now, your hips and shoulders sloshing into your flanks with an audible crunch. It is getting harder to stand, but from the sight of your friends, you know you don’t need to. Your asshole is thick, expanding under your flicking tail and pulsating with the need to be fucked. Your prostate is screaming, desperate for the stimulation that will bring you the release you need.
Breaking your lip-lock with Stu, you allow yourself to fall to the floor, your thicker fingers catching your new weight perfectly. You don’t mind that the two center ones resemble cloven hooves now. All that matters is the feeling of your bulk ripping apart the frail fragments that cling to your body. Your exercise shirt tears down the middle, your shorts ripped apart by your massive ass. The stench of your sweaty hide wafting into your nose makes your cock even more erect as it sways out of its sheath below your massive bulk. All that matters is that your anus is exposed and that you can take your mate like a proper horny beast!
The sensation of warm breath on your backside makes you moan, and you crane your thick neck to see that Stu has lowered himself to sniff your anus. His own clothing is ripping off his bulky frame, filling your broadening face with his manly musk. You feel him fall onto your expanding back, gripping your flanks with his bovine hooves. Yet your own bulk is sufficient to hold him in place as he struggles to find his place.
Nothing can compare to the excitement of feeling of his thick cock head poking around your buttocks for the gaping hole that you need to have filled. The tip seems far more pointed than a human cock should be. His entire shaft is three times his former size as it seeks your fuck-hole. Yet it needs to be to fill a rectum as wide as yours.
Stu grunts, his leaking cock tip sinking into the folds of your pucker, making you bellow. You’ve never taken anything in the ass before, his forceful intrusion more than you had prepared for. The notion of being taken by such a masculine being makes your own cock leak, and you firm up your stance to allow him to plow you. Inch after inch fills your rump as Stu’s growing body works its way over your broadening back. You crave its entire length to stimulate your prostate and make your weighty testicles throb.
You are barely aware of the continued changes playing over your form as you are fucked towards completion. Your teeth thicken and become squared as your neck fattens to match your new dimensions. Your jaw pops out into a proper bovine muzzle, taking your massive, ripping nostrils along as you continue to drink in the fragrances of bovine musk perforating the air. The stale scents of bovine breath, which disturbed you before, only serve to add to the potent cocktail that marks your mating ritual and your sexy new form taking shape.
Your shoulders flatten into your flanks as your ribs expand against your fat, rounding belly with each breath. Your hips have grown fat, making up the girth of your plump bovine ass. Your heels have expanded to firm up your stance to match your front legs. You can’t feel the straw under your toes as their pointed tips burst out of your trainers, but you don’t care. You are standing on the tips of toes that are hardening into cloven bovine hooves, far superior for supporting your new weight.
Yet the alterations to your humanity hardly bother you now. All that matters is how massive you are becoming and how sexy your mate finds you! Your plump, bovine body clearly has the desired effect as more and more of Stu’s thick cock invades your bowels.
The sensations ebbing into your backside grow more pronounced as Stu continues his thrusts in earnest. He evidently needs to cum in your gaping asshole as his pressure continues to play exquisitely over your prostate. His black bull balls slap insistently against yours, and you feel them twitch excitedly, as though they are about to blow at any moment.
Stu’s thrusts are increasing in intensity, and you can feel his cock throbbing in advance of his release. This realization sends your thoughts into a frenzy as you allow yourself to fall fully into the ecstasy of rut. The thick, sweaty stench of his hide spurs your own arousal as your pleasure grows past the tipping point. Your long cock slaps insistently against your belly, preparing to blow its load. You only need a little more…
Suddenly, you can sense your bovine lover thrashing as his cock releases its load into your eager bowels. As the first shots of ropy bull cum enter your bowels, you feel you can no longer hold back!
“MMMOOOOOOOOO!”
“MMMMOOOOOOOO!”
A chores of bovine bellows erupt as all of you ejaculate in unison. You can feel your asshole being filled with bull cream as your own cock shakes violently and shoots several thick wads all over the straw on the floor and your thick belly. The stench of cum fills your nose and makes you continue to blow your load until your balls seem to deflate after losing their burden. You can’t recall ever being this sexually satisfied in all your life!
Huffing and panting, you are hardly aware of several human men that have entered the room, ones carrying cattle prods and talking in hushed tones. You don’t pay them much mind with how small they are in relation to your massive body. Even when they start to poke you, you don’t grow agitated, not while distracted with the thick globs of semen leaking from your asshole.
You are content beyond human reasoning, nostrils thick with the scents of rut and of your new herd. You willfully move, the odor of hay and food filling your nose as you lumber forward with your males in tow.
As you do, the sounds of lowing hit your ears. Your dim vision spots several other bulls all standing in a coral past a newly opened broad door. There are a dozen of your fellows in here, and the heavier barnyard stench perforating the room hits you ten-fold. But the strong scents of barnyard and bulls no longer bother you. In fact, the idea of being with so many other masculine males makes your cock rise from your sheath once more.
Faintly, your dwindling intellect makes out the words of the men guiding you. They say something about stupid muscle heads, not caring about the flu, and being the perfect targets for their operation. The flu combines well with their own serum, creating a mutagen that can change useless humans into productive, horny bulls. Your seed will make a killing on the market, and the fact that you end up gay makes you more docile and easier to extract semen from.
Though you understand them, they aren’t relevant to your bovine existence anymore. You’ve gotten the swollen, muscled body of your dreams. And, best of all, your sexy body is the perfect insensitive to be bred by, and breed muscled beasts that match your own perfection!
The sight of your mate Stu raising his tail and showing you his bovine asshole brings your cock to full attention once more. You grunt, any lingering thoughts of humanity or doubt erased by the offering before you. You care only for the shape of his meaty pucker and how well it can clamp on your cock as you rut all your human cares away into the muscled body of your deepest fantasies!