“Well…” Clay smirked, gently patting Adam’s bare ass as he knelt there on all fours, “Y’all know the state fair’s coming up, the trouble is we don’t have any animals that would stand a chance in livestock competitions...”
“Okay… Just tell me what I’m gonna be!” Adam grunted, seemingly unphased about being displayed in the middle of the barn like a prized pony. His body was immaculate, toned and tanned by years of hard farm labor. All the girls looked down on him with lust as the boy’s stood there with a tinge of jealousy in their eyes. He had no qualms about being looked at like a slab of meat – he was a prime cut.
“Awfully interested in my ass, aren’t ya, Clay? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that machine is a dud and you just wanted me like this.”
“Just admiring the new meat. Besides you’re gonna need to get used to it.” Clay smirked, his hand stroking along the outline of Adam’s farmer tan, stroking those hard-earned back muscles that he got from years of manual labor. “Ya see, your body is the best frame for a nice, big animal that we got. Seeing as you have more experience with animals than all these newbies – I bet you can even act the part and win us a blue ribbon!”
The fifteen-year-old boy sprawled out on the barn floor swatted Clay’s hand away. “You want to enter me in the county fair!? That’s a month away! I’m just doing this so you can test your stupid machine! I’m not spending any more than five minutes like this, or I swear to god I’m gonna be the most ornery critter you ever saw!”
Clay chuckled, reaching down and groping Adam’s bubble butt again. Another member of the 4H club was fiddling with the Chronovac behind Adam’s back, a sudden flash emitting from the machine as a cowbell and collar suddenly manifest into existence.
“Come on, dude.” Clay urged Adam as the cow bell was handed off to a shy young boy named Cole who was barely old enough to be in the club. The kid looked confused and nervous, anxiously stroking the rough leather collar in his hands, letting the bell jingle just a little. He’d never got to do anything in the club before but now all the other kids looked at him expectedly as he shivered in place. Cole was quickly pushed in the right direction towards Adam, made to stand in front of the buff, naked sixteen-year-old standing there on all fours.
“You’re always bitching about how your parents only take you to grandama’s house for vacation – how you never really get to relax!” Clay laughed.
“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I wanna be a fucking anima-“ Adam suddenly cut himself off as the jingling bell interrupted him, his mind going blank as that sound just seemed to empty his mind of thoughts for a few moments before he came to. “Wh-what…? What just happened?”
“You were just saying how nice it would be to have a real vacation.” Clay responded, pushing the young boy with the cow bell to kneel down to Adam’s level and hold that shiny bell in front of his face. “Your parents won’t know you’re gone. You’ll have all the food you can eat with no responsibilities whatsoever. And also, you’ll get to breed like an animal whenever you want without any shame.”
“Oh yeah…” Adam smirked, loving the sound of that last point. “If this even works, I guess I can see if I like it – but you’re changing me back the second I wanna go back, okay?”
Clay flashed a mirthful grin, nodding to Cole, “Okay kid, let him have it.”
“I just… put it on?” Cole tilted his head towards Clay like a lost puppy as Clay confirmed by guiding his hands to wrap that dangling collar around Adam’s neck.
“Whoa-“ Adam gasped, as he felt that little cow bell weigh down like a boulder around his neck. Ever muscle in his body suddenly flexed, weight doubling in mere seconds as the changes blazed through his body, his skin blotching with bestial, pink spots. His skin began to sizzle and steam like bacon frying on a hot iron, while white peach fuzz engulfed every inch of his body in a nascent bovine coat. Adam hardly moved, the life-altering transformation painlessly sweeping through his body, dulling his mind as the bell chimed just below his neck. The sixteen-year-old let out a pleasured moo, vocal cords shifting to suit his new body as the changes massaged away his old life as human boy.
“That’s all there is to it, kid!” Clay praised Cole, shoving him down to all fours just like Adam. “I mean, there’s one more thing ya gotta do to help him out.”
Cole looked on in wonder at the humid mist steaming off Adam’s body, the younger boy’s nose twitching as the smell of the teenager’s cologne shifted into the stink of manure and cow musk. Clay pat Cole on butt, the younger boy yelping as he jolted forward, coming face to face with Adam’s raging seven-inch hard on. Precum drooled from the tip, hot dollops of boy lube leaking out as it became clear losing his humanity was sending Adam into new levels of ecstasy. Cole began to sweat, the younger boy trying to turn his head away from that swollen cock tip bobbing just an inch from his face, but Clay made sure he couldn’t.
“Go on, Cole.” Clay stroked the younger boy’s head, guiding him towards that swollen glans. “We’re counting on you to get us a real award-winning heifer! It’ll all be thanks to you when we win!”
“Heifa-!?” Adam let out a shocked bovine snort, breaking his trance as the changing teen shifted backwards only for some kids from the audience to jump in and hold him in place. He wanted to be a bull, not a cow! As if on cue, his muscular stature suddenly burst out in bovine flab. His toned muscles from a lifetime of farm work waning under thickening cow hide until his edges rounded out, becoming pudgy and squishy. Adam tried to rear up – to force his way out of turning into a girl, but a lightning bolt of bliss jolted him back into complacency, mooing deeply in lust as the young boy latched on underneath him.
Cole wanted to do it. He wanted to impress the club leader, Clay, along with the other kids. His tiny lips wrapped around that cock tip and he hardly able to fit that throbbing head in his mouth. He gagged as Adam suddenly let loose, pent up jock cum jetting into his mouth as Cole dutifully swallowed every spurt of steaming hot cum. His eyes glazed over as he watched Adam’s balls churn, feeding him every drop of human semen left in those testicles. As Adam began to thrust, Cole’s head bobbed back and forth in response, that salty, acrid taste of baby batter suddenly giving way to something sweet and creamy.
The bell continued to idly chime on Adam’s neck as hundreds of pounds of fat and muscle obnoxiously bulged out. The changing teen was getting bigger, the floorboards creaking under his sheer weight as he grew taller, arms and legs lengthening, thickening with muscle to hold his new form as pink cloven hooves replaced his hands and feet.
“Wow! Good job, Cole! She really likes it!” A boy calls out as he pats Adam’s rump, a flurry of hands beginning to stroke all over their new head of livestock’s hide, treating her like a petting zoo animal. But Adam liked it, the cow could only low in pleasure as a short ropey tail burst out from her rear end. A kid grabbed it, tugging it out longer as it stretched out into a proper bovine’s. Suddenly, his tail hole exploded in swollen, sensitive flesh as a boy swirled his finger around the rim, his finger effortlessly slipping the doughy cow pucker, easily swallowing the boy’s hand whole. “Whoa!” The boy giggled, feeling that moist cow hole undulating around him, that ring of muscle trying to suck more and more of the boy inside it.
Adam’s changes were nearing completion, all that was left was Adam’s face and his genitals. Cole continued to suckle, egged on by his peer’s praise as he nursed on Adam’s cock tip. To the younger boy’s surprise, his tongue felt the cow’s cock suddenly bifurcate. The two penises regenerated turning back into flaccid tubes of fleshy pink bovine skin, stuffing Cole’s mouth full of two smooth cow cocks. The boy tried his best to hold both inside, but he felt them pulling apart. Cream seeped from his mouth, those two fleshy penises finally slopping out together as milk shot out, blasting a firehose of white bovine nectar all over the boy’s face as the two dicks settled splayed across Adam’s lower belly.
Cole looked on in amazement as the cock head of the penis fused into the shaft, leaving nothing but two plump, distinctly cow-like teats hanging underneath Adam. They oozed out more milk, the two long bovine nipples splitting in two again, leaving four new cow teats in their place.
The new cow mooed in bliss as her scrotum began to bloat, her balls inflating as their purpose shifted from sperm factories to feeding calves. Adam’s ball sack grew to the size of a prize-winning watermelon as it began to shift forward, attaching to his belly as those fleshy teats planted themselves on the surface of Adam’s new udder. Cole realized her rear was entirely bovine now. Even though Cole couldn’t see it, he knew she had a vagina now. Cow honey was drooling down Adam’s legs now, vaginal fluids streaming onto her udder and dripping off the tips of her new teats.
Cole moved his head towards the udder and latched back on, feeling that acrid pussy juice meet his tongue before a warm spray of milk leaked out. Cole tugged and nibbled on those plump teats, the skin feeling hot and rubbery in his mouth. It didn't seem to hurt Adam as all, in fact, every time he got a little rougher she just seemed to like it even more. The boy suddenly realized why Clay said Adam would be special. She tasted like strawberries, her milk was stained a distinct pinkish hue as it flowed from her ample teat into Cole’s eager mouth.
Adam mooed out in pure bliss. Clay was right – he loved being a girl, loved being an animal, and loved being used! Her dwindling mind shrunk further as the cow bell rang, forgetting her family and her past like as a handsome jock. Just thinking of himself as a fat cow was making him horny, that thick strawberry milk spurting out like a constant orgasm as she fed that hungry little boy beneath her. The last of her identity began to drain, her face extruding and bloating out into a thick muzzle. Snot seeped from her flared nostrils as she lapped it up with a long, prehensile tongue, eyes growing blank with bestial pleasure as a pair of boys massaged her ears to a thin, leaf-like membrane that now rested further up her head. In mere second her human face was gone. All that was left now was a huge heifer with pink spots – the 4H club’s new soon-to-be-prize-winning strawberry-milk cow!