Dude Ranch
DUDE RANCH
Jason thought it was too good to be true when he first read the ad in the paper: "PUT ON 20 POUNDS OF MUSCLE IN A WEEK!". The ad was for a dude ranch/spa dedicated to helping young athletes bulk up. Twenty pounds would give Jason the edge in competing to be the starting quarterback in the fall. So after much begging and pleading, he convinced his parents to pay the surprisingly modest fee and headed off on the 200 mile journey to the dude ranch.
Upon arriving, he was struck by the modest appearance of the ranch buildings. But after checking in, he was ushered off to the dining hall, accompanied by a fellow spa guest, who, despite having been there just five days, already had a quite impressive body, having put on 18 pounds of muscle. For lunch, Jason had the best burger he had ever eaten. He was told that the meat was fresh, from steer on the ranch that had been castrated at a young age to keep the meat tender.
The next morning, Jason went to see the staff doctor, who told Jason he would inject him with a series of shots containing a new, cutting-edge growth hormone, which was the key to the extraordinary muscle growth achieved at the ranch. Jason was a bit disconcerted by the prospect of the drug, but was assured it was perfectly safe, and thus consented. The doctor injected him in each pec, in his stomach, his shoulders, on each of his back, his ass, and, most disturbingly, right into his ball sack.
That night, Jason and his roommate Rob, who has been at the ranch a day longer, both lay in their beds, naked under their sheets. Rob began to toss and turn, and finally turned on the light, his body all sweaty.
"Ever since that shot in my ball sack, I have been so damn horny! I guess it's that hormone stuff at work, but, damn, I'm gonna have to stroke it to get to sleep!".
Jason tried not to watch as Rob jerked off, but the boy's moans were hard to ignore, and he soon felt the effect of the shot into his own ball sack, growing hornier than he had ever been in his life. He began to stroke too, and boy both writhed in pleasure, moaning absurdly loudly, until they shot on their chests, then collapsed into their beds, unbelievably spent.
"That was incredible!" Rob said, still catching his breath. "It was so intense, I could barely think. Whatever that hormone stuff is, it definitely has its positive side effects. It Makes us total studs!"
After working out the following day, Jason began to feel unusually sore in his muscles. Then, afterwards, in the shower, he was surprised to see an actual gain in his mass, especially in his arms, chest, and upper back. He looked at two other boys showering. Their muscles were even bigger, and one boy's shoulders and back looked almost TOO big for his frame.
That night, Jason was awakened by his room mate Rob moaning in pain. He looked to see the outline of the boy on his hands and knees across the room in the dark. "My head is killing me, and so is my back... I already called for the doctor..." the boy moaned.
Jason went to turn on the light, but before he did, the door opened and the doctor, along with a large male assistant, rushed in, picking up Rob by the armpits and hurrying the still-naked boy off down the hall. Rob asked them to get his clothes, but Jason thought he heard the assistant say that he wouldn't need them. Jason soon drifted off to sleep, and when he awoke, he saw that all of Rob's things had been removed from the room. A staff member told him that Rob had to leave because of a family emergency. Jason wasn't sure what to make of this, given the previous night's events.
Then., that afternoon, Jason began to feel a pressure on his skull. He reached up and felt two small bumps under his hair on each side of his head. He shrugged it off and went to lunch. His meals had become increasingly vegetarian. Today he was only fed a huge salad, which he ate without even using any dressing.
Then, that night, Jason awoke from a deep sleep with the worst headache. He reached up to feel that the small bumps on his head now extended out several inches, and felt almost like bone. Panicked, he fell out of bed, tangled in the sheets. He finally managed to stand up, and turned on a light, looking into a mirror.
What he saw stunned him - protruding from his skull were now two small horns, his ears had grown slightly pointed, and, worst of all, his nose was now much larger, especially the nostrils... They almost looked like the nostrils of a... steer! Horrified, he ran for the door, grabbing his shorts and hopping into them before heading down the hall, his back beginning to ache as he ran.
Reaching the infirmary, Jason ran in, and the night nurse, barely looking surprised, led him into an examination room and said she would call the doctor. No sooner had she shut the door behind her than Jason had a horrible feeling - he remembered what had happened to Rob the night before - the head pains, the backache. And Rob had suddenly disappeared. Jason went to open the door, but found it to be locked. He then looked around the room, finding himself surrounded on three sides by hospital-type curtains.
His heart began to race, and as he was thinking, a sudden spasm hit his back, sending him bending over. Then, his hands began to ache terribly, and Jason watched in horror as his fingers began to curl up, their skin turning black, the nails seeming to crepe up the length of each finger, wrapping around them and finally joining together until his fingers were all but fused into two round, black... hooves!
He stared at one of the hooves - for that was what they now were - a look of sheer terror on his face. It suddenly hit him - I am turning into a steer! All the muscles on all the boys - they were all really the beginnings of transformations into cattle! He tried to comprehend the situation for even a moment - he was going to be an animal, one of a herd of cattle raised for beef! That was impossible, he thought. But one look at his almost formed hooves and barrelling chest was enough to force him to believe it. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. He should call his parents for help! He should call the police. Then he remembered, he had hooves now. He was trapped on all fours in this room and rapidly changing. By the time anyone showed up, he would no doubt be just another steer, the property of the ranch!
Just then, he began to feel a great pressure on his chest, and his already huge muscles began to bulge out to ridiculous sizes for a human form. The huge weight began to pull him downward onto his new hooves. He struggled to stay standing and screamed in terror, realizing that he was being forced to four legged form. "NOOOOOO! HELP ME!!"
But, despite his struggle, his new bulk was too much, causing his back to give out. He fell onto all fours with a resounding thuds, his body weight now over twice his former 185. As his hooves he hit the ground, he was overwhelmed by a sense of extreme, mind-dimming pleasure, pleasure even more intense than he had felt while jerking off. But the ecstatic pleasure that had been released by jacking off he could no longer release, given his bovine hooves, so it was internalized, and continued to build to unbearable levels of frustrated pleasure, these sensations in turn serving to drive and accelerate the changes to his body. He let out a loud, low pitched moan, then, remembering himself, struggled to get back to two feet even as his hip joints rearranged to lock him permanently on all fours.
He felt his pants slipping off his expanding thighs, falling finally all the way off, leaving him completely naked and exposed to the terrible, relentless changes. Suddenly, the curtain before him was pulled open, revealing the doctor and his assistant, notepads in hand, staring down at him from their still-human vantage point. Jason moaned out, "Doctoooor, heeeelpp meee!" Forming the words was agonizingly difficult, and his voice had become inhumanly low.
But the doctor didn't even respond, instead talking to his assistant. "Looks like this one will be about 1100 pounds. Make sure we castrate him right away. That way the meat remains tender as veal. Looks like its flanks are developing well, we should get some prime steaks outta this one."
And with that, the doctor and assistant headed on. Jason realized in terror that they didn't even acknowledge him - to them he was already just a steer! Then, catching a glimpse of his reflection in a metal wall to his side, he saw why: His form, why still largely hairless, was almost that of a steer now, and hair was beginning to creep down his shoulders to his back. He glanced at his huge, bovine muscles, the muscles he had been so proud of just a day before he now cursed - they now were dooming him to his fate. The huge pecs and neck and back muscles he had been flexing that very afternoon were really just steaks in the making, swelling mounds of bovine meat beneath his human skin, surrounding his human organs and overwhelming them until they too slowly changed to bovine, in order to meet the increasing demands of his huge animal body. He panicked, realizing that's what he would soon be - beef in a butcher's shop! He felt trapped under layer after layer of animal musculature, weighed down by his own extreme bulk.
But at the same time, he was overwhelmed by the intense, frustrated pleasure of the change, and was ashamed of himself for concentrating on pleasure when they were talking about turning him into steaks! But the sensations were too powerful and consumed his mind to the point that all he could do is think about release from the frustrated pleasure, and how mind-numbingly good it would feel. Then he looked ahead through the open curtain to see a set of bars, and beyond that, row after row of similar cages, filled with steer - OTHER steer - he would soon be no different than any of them! Oh God, no! He was in a stall! A series of low pitched moos echoed through the barn.
Jason felt another strong stirring from his expanding ball sac, and a wave of pleasure spread from his genitals out through his body and with it, his body expanded out into full bovine form, his internal organs changing, his tail lengthening, and, finally, his face pushing all the way out into a steer's muzzle, his brain cells finally dimming too, and as Jason lost his ability to speak and then to think, he was left with one terrifying, lingering notion, "I'm a steer now...." And then his brain was awash in a bovine orgasm, his mouth uttering a long, inhuman "MMOOOOOOOOO", as the frustrated pleasure that had built up through his entire transformation was finally released to incomprehensibly orgasmic effect, and his bovine penis exploded in a huge mess of steer semen.
The former boy looked up to see the doctor standing there with a needle in hand. He looked to his assistant and said simply, "I think it's ready to be castrated now."