When you saw the black spots and white fur growing on your skin, you packed you bags and headed to the address
on the card the Raoul had sent you. As your tail and udder started to return, it became uncomfortable driving
your car. Fortunately, you saw the address on the mailbox alongside the rural road. You pulled down the
gravel path. Raoul came out to greet you at the sound of your approaching car. He was carrying a shotgun. He
set it down as he recognized you. As you got out of the car, you knew he was happy to see you. Or at least
you thought he was, since he was grinning and sporting a huge boner. You felt embarrassed and happy at the
same time until he spoke.
"Damn, I always wanted a Mustang. Thanks, bitchboy. Now don't say a word, just get out of those clothes and
head out to the barn. It's branding time."
Branding time?
You obey, even though you want to speak. You cannot speak, you must obey, and you begin to strip. You hear
footsteps behind you.
You turn, Raoul hold his hand out and demands, "Car keys, clothes now, butt fuck!"
You finish stripping and hand him your clothing and car keys. He grins, and with his other hand grips your
bare ass and kisses your still human male face. His tongue robes your mouth and throat. It's a bull's tongue
inside you. He turned you back toward the barn and swatted your ass.
"Git along lil' dogie!" he shouted. The now bull headed Raoul snorted and trotted back to his new car.
You continued to head to the barn about 200 yards from the house that you had already passed. You heard your
car rev up and the wheels send gravel flying. A cloud of dust and your Mustang tore around the corner and
raced up next to you at the barn entrance.
Raoul leapt out of the car wearing your clothing.
"Hey, bitch boy, grab your ankles. I been expecting you!" Raoul said happily.
You notice the brazier with irons stuck in it, and obey. You feel Raoul standing behind you, and you swallow
bracing yourself. It's not exactly a red hot poker, but it hurts like hell. Raoul shoved his human hard on up
your ass, and ass he fucks you he becomes more bovine. His cock becomes huge inside you. You feel like you
will burst as he pumps what feels like gallons of semen up your corn hole.
Then he pulls out. Your knees want to buckle, but somehow you still stand there gripping your ankles.
"Stay, cowboy," Raoul orders.
Then you feel a searing pain and smell burnt flesh. You let out an inhuman yelp. He laugh, and pulls the
branding iron away from your branded butt cheek. You collapse to your knees and the cum inside your ass gushes
out over your ass cheeks soothing your wound. He starts to piss on you, but then he turns the hose on you.
Washing you off and cooling your seared skin.
"Okay, cowboy, now you're officially part of my herd. You belong to me. And I can see you like being owned by
me," Raoul says as he taps the tip of your boner sticking out from under your udder.
You blush in confusion. You thought when the udder formed that you would be female down there, but you still
haven't changed completely. Raoul notices your expression and laughs.
"Cowboy, this is our honeymoon period so to speak. You are a werecow for the last 3 months of your gestation.
Bovine pregnancies last 12 months, human only nine. So during the last three months, you will be half man-half
cow. When you give birth you become all cow." He reached into a tool box next to the brazier and extracted a
red thong. He handed it to you, "Put this on, it'll keep your dick out of the way when I'm milking or fucking
you."
"But I'm pregnant and I'm a guy."
Raoul laughed and shook his head, "You still don't get it, do you, Cowboy? You're mine now. You'll give me
calves, give me milk, and take my cock down your throat or up your ass whenever I feel like it. Now, I'll
introduce you to the rest of my herd."
You numbly walk as his strong hand guides you by your bare shoulder. You enter the dark barn. You hear mooing.
The barn is filled with nearly a dozen cows. You hear cowbells clangs as they raise their heads to look at
you. You hear a cowbell behind you, and a leather strap is fastened around your neck. The heavy brass bell is
cold against your chest.
Raoul pulls up a stool and holds a metal pail. He motions for you to come over. You get down on all fours and
he milks you dry. He pours the milk into a milk can, and leaves you. You just wait there with the lowing cows.
A few minutes later, Raoul is back. He grabs your upper arm.
"Come on, man, you ain't all cow yet."
You obey. He has you help with his farm chores. Cleaning out manure, loading fresh hay and oats. Checking the
cornfield. Around noon, you are sore and tired. He feeds you a little millet and part of an apple, as he
eats his own huge lunch. Your stomach grumbles, as he finishes.
"Now for some fresh milk to wash it down."
To your surprise, he starts sucking on one of your teats draining the milk that had deposited since your
milking several hours ago. He drains each teat, and to your surprise, he pulls your dick out of your thong
and sucks your balls dry too. He stands up grinning and licking his milk and cum mustache away.
"Now it's your turn," he says unbuttoning the fly of your former jeans.
You open your mouth in surprise, not sure what to say and he shoves his cock in. Well, he did give you a
blowjob...."