Your eyes go wide, and you start to cry again, this time not from sadness, but from fear. You are utterly helpless now, and you don't know what the fuck is going to happen next.
Then you remember what’s supposed to happen next. You remember what you said about the woman, and realize with anguish, that you’ll have to have sex with one of your slaves nightly.
You look over at Bill, who's just standing there, waiting for your next command. He looks so strong, and so big, and so... powerful. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought of having sex with him. You don't know how it's going to feel, or what it's going to be like, but you know that it's going to hurt. A lot.
You turn your head to the side, trying to ignore the other three slaves who are watching you with hungry eyes. They're all so handsome, in their own way, but right now they all look like predators. You shiver again, feeling exposed and vulnerable in your new furry cow body.
Then something switched in all of them, and your slaves suddenly picked you up, and carried you to your new bed. Your room is completely different now. The floor is covered in hay, all the walls are rustic and barn looking, while still fitting the geometry of your apartment. To your surprise, your bathroom door is missing. You can’t exactly use the bathroom anymore, and you couldn’t brush your teeth or shower on your own anyways, so reality must’ve removed it completely. Now that you mention it, you can smell the strong musk on yourself as well as the bulls, and your apartment now smells like a barn, because no one living here has probably ever showered.
They finally lay you on the bed, and several of them start to climb in.
Before Bill turns the light off, you muster up the courage to speak. Your voice comes out soft and shaky. "Bill... pleathe..." You swallow hard, trying to find the words to ask him to be gentle. "I'm...MOOOOO I'm thcared. Pleathe don’t do thith”
Bill's expression softens slightly at your plea, and he kneels down beside you. "I'll take care of you, master, but it must be done" he says, his voice deep and reassuring. "No pleathe don’t MRRRROOOO-“ You try and protest, but cow lowing happens instead.
Your other three slaves are already in the bed, surrounding you. They're all so big and strong, and so... eager. You feel a knot of fear and arousal forming in your stomach as they press up against you, their hard cocks pressing into your soft fur.
"Alright boys, let's draw straws" says Steel, the oldest and most dominant of the bulls. They all reach into a jar Steel brought over, and draw out a straw, revealing which one of them will have the "honor" of being with you tonight. Bill chuckles as he draws the short straw. "Guess it's my turn," he says, crawling onto the bed and straddling you.
He leans down, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Don't worry, master, I'll make it quick" he whispers, before pressing his lips against your neck. You feel a strange mixture of desire and fear as he begins to thrust into you, his massive cock stretching you wider than you ever thought possible.
"Ahhh... yeah..." Bill grunts, his hips moving faster and faster. You gasp as you feel his hot cum spilling inside you, filling you up. Your insides clench around his cock as you orgasm, your first as a cow, and you let out a low moan.
When he finally pulls out, you're left panting and sticky. Your insides feel like they've been stretched to their limits, but at the same time, there's a strange sense of satisfaction deep inside you. You know that you'll have to do this again tomorrow night, but for now, you can rest.
Bill lies down next to you, his strong arms wrapped around you. "Try to get some sleep, master" he says softly. "Tonight was exhausting for you”
The bed creaks and shifts as the other bulls settle in around you, their warm bodies pressing against yours. You close your eyes, trying to ignore the thunderous beating of their hearts and the rumbling of their chests. The scent of their musk fills your nostrils, making it hard to think of anything else.
As you drift off to sleep, the strong sensations overloading your senses are prominent. The heat from the bodies of 4 anthropomorphic bulls pressed right up against you. The intoxicating smell. The sticky-ness from sweat. The weight of the bodies on top of you, and the weight of your own. The arousal escaping many parts of your body. Bill’s bull hair, tickling your wet nostrils and also reeking of musk. Despite all of this, you manage to fall asleep.