Both Michael and Tyler stood up. Michael coming out of his haze realized that he had been absolutely painted by Dave. Even his Speedo was coated. He didn't have much time to process the fact that he had been aroused because Kyle quickly shouted, "Benson!" and the former jock and current dogman had barreled him over and quickly licked him clean. He had to pull back his speedo when he got it in his teeth but he was able to fight him off and get to his feet when Benson found the puddle left by Dan and Tyler.
Michael got shakily to his feet as Kyle addressed his cocky combatants.
"Dan you won! So you get to choose. How should I change Cain? What do you want?" Kyle said with a grin.
Dan looked over at Cain and said, "Give him bigger teats so we can get more of that stuff out of him."
"Oh," Kyle said, "What a selfish choice. Consider it done." Kyle turned to Cain and said, "You've always had four inch long teats on your chest."
Cain felt his nipples but they didn't feel any different than he could remember. They were long enough to be held like handle bars and if coaxed properly would release a stream of his sticky goo.
Kyle smiled at the shorter man. "You know what, I like the idea of teats. Instead of a cock, you have an udder that produces loads of that stuff. You have to be milked regularly to release the pressure." Cain moaned as his cock morphed to a big fleshy udder with teats that match his chest. "Heck," Kyle said, "you also have a strange case of vitiligo that makes your body distinctly cow patterned."
Cain gasped as he looked himself in the mirror. He was a man but he now looked remarkably cowish with his bright pink udder and teats.
Kyle turned to Dan, his congratulatory mood darkening. " You won but I saw you cheat. So for that, you're both going to be punished. From now on, you'll both work for your dad's company. It consists of him bottling up Cain's essence and selling it as a male enhancement product. Your main jobs will be milking him and keeping him fed. The work is strenuous because it requires you each fuck him no fewer than five times a day. You probably won't have time for much else. Even when your off work, your favorite hobby is going to be jacking each other off. I guess that comes from the constant exposure to his stuff. Remember that cheaters never win."
Kyle turned back to Cain. "Hey now that you're a cow, you'll survive only on cum. Enjoy being a dumb slut used and abused by your brothers and father for profit. From now on, that's your whole life and your purpose. It's all you can think about." Cain's tearful but aroused expression changed to one of pure lust. "Milk me. Use me." He moaned in his high pitched voice.
"But," Kyle continued "When your brothers spit roast you on the milking machine, you'll be able to recall everything you were and how your life was up to the moment of this party."
"Twins, you better set up his milking machine. That's liquid gold you're wasting." Kyle said with a wry grin.