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Wiry olive trees turned tan and warm in the sun. Slanted with morning, light cast in long shadows down the overgrown rocks that dotted Mount Solis.

Even with Yanis’s little white car bouncing against the mountain road, Carter couldn’t take his eyes off the landscape. And as they neared the top of the small mountain, he perked up.

In the distance, at the very peak, stood an ancient structure of marble and granite. Any paint had long since been stripped away, but the grassy slopes around it swept far in all directions. And moving slowly between the olive trees and tall mountain flowers were beautiful cattle. Cows and bulls with thick horns and soft, warm-toned fuzzy hides.

“Hey Yanis,” Carter said, pulling his camera bag out from between his legs, “stop for a minute, I want to get some photos of those cows!”

Yanis glanced over with a subtle look of concern that seemed to be etched into his tanned face, deep in the older man’s wrinkled forehead. “Yes, alright, but I’d not like to stay long.” His husky voice had a pleasant accent on its edges.

As they parked and got out of the little car, Carter spent a moment watching Yanis. He was hefty in the middle, grunting as he pulled himself out of a car that seemed entirely too small for him now. His muscular arms bulged out of his t-shirt, wiry hair stretching back and forth across them. Like most people in the little island town far below them, Yanis was, above all else, beefy.

Carter was used to being bigger than most people, as a tall, slightly chubby man himself, but here he didn’t quite live up to it.

“Well, take your pictures.” Yanis scratched under his stiff mustache.

Carter set up his camera with its tripod, moving up along the road to capture different scenes— a handful of cattle loping through a stream, sky-clear water dashing against their legs— a trio seeming to run in play around a towering rock— a particularly large bull, weighed down by his belly and shoulders thick with meat, all clad in a fluffy coat of speckled brown, munching placidly away at the low branches of an olive tree.

As he took pictures, careful to capture how the sun caught in all of their fur, Carter whistled. “Look at that big boy.”

Yanis stood next to him with a faint smile as he watched the cows. “Yes. Hearty, these ones. Enjoy their olives.”

“Yeah he’s packing them away.” Carter took a few pics of the bountiful trees themselves. “I’m surprised you guys let them have all those.” He laughed. “But I guess it pays off right?”

“Hmm?” Yanis cocked a bushy brow, like a scrunched caterpillar.

“I’m sure it puts some tasty fat on these boys.” Carter thought back to the tender beef skewers he’d had for breakfast.

Yanis’s sudden, alarmed expression dashed the smile off Carter’s face.

“What?” Carter glanced between the big man and the beasts. Those cows didn’t look wild. “I thought this was common land? Are you scared of their owner or something?”

“Not scared, no…” Yanis murmured, though Carter had never heard his voice sound so cowed before. Yanis shook his head. “We do not eat these ones, Carter. They are not ours.”

Carter looked over the cattle. Clearly, someone took care of them. He gestured for Yanis to go on, despite the man’s hesitance.

Clearing his throat, Yanis turned to the ancient temple in the distance. “Fotis.”

Carter almost laughed, but caught himself. “I thought you all didn’t worship him anymore. Not for centuries.”

“It is… complicated.” Though it seemed like a struggle, Yanis continued. “Less than worship in ways… more than worship in others.” He couldn’t take his eyes off the temple. “We do not eat his cows. Any of his food.” Until, finally, he pierced Carter with a glare. “Any of it, you understand?”

“Hey,” Carter held up his hands, “don’t worry, I brought lots of granola bars.” He peered a little closer at Yanis. “I really didn’t take you for a true believer.”

Yanis glanced up to the sky, huffing uncomfortably as if he was being watched. “It is hard to not believe in the sun.” He stayed like that for a long moment, then turned back to Carter. “May we continue? I’d like to be home soon.”

“Yeah,” Carter answered, managing a sincere tone. “No worries.”

***

Carter made sure to wave Yanis off, watching the little white car trundling away. The cattle lifted their heads to watch him leave— the first time they’d even acknowledged the mens’ presence.

After the dust cloud settled behind the car, Carter could finally turn to the temple, stepping boldly inside its entrance.

Columns of marble rose up to hold a terraced granite roof, with great chasms in the stone that poured sunlight across the floor. Carter treaded carefully, mindful of the faded mosaic beneath his feet. And beside him, standing on broad pedestals, were statues.

Each of them was a bull, anthropomorphic, with a full and heavy body. He stood before one of them, taking pictures up close. The bovine’s belly hung down in a thick shelf over his waist, with only a loincloth wound between his legs. And though it was all marble, the bull’s flesh looked soft and pliable, depressing under the fabric and turning to blubbery rolls as he stretched to the side. Despite being a bull– as evidenced by the bulge in his loincloth– he had an impressive pair of tits resting above his belly. Carter lifted his camera to the bull’s face, finding an expression of serenity and comfort. “Well, someone’s fat and happy, huh?”

Carter moved through all the statues until he came to the far wall, where a phenomenal mural spread out before him. In paint that shouldn’t have been as vibrant as it was, ten anthro bulls sat, reclined, at the feet of a god, their horned heads all looking up at him in reverence.

Carter already knew the image of Fotis, god of sunlight and farming. He was tall, heavyset, with thick muscles in his limbs and a layer of fat rounding out every part of his body. He dressed in very little, a maroon loincloth contrasting his bronze thighs, a loose himation tied at his waist. And as Carter brought his camera close, he could even catch the calloused roughness of his open palms— the hands of a farmer. His head was completely obscured with a brilliant helmet, painted with gold leaf, that crowned him with two horns framing the sun behind him.

Every one of those bulls was hefty, ranging from stony muscle to rolls of doughy fat. All of them were beautiful, with pretty and well-groomed fur. “Lucky boys,” Carter murmured, then snickered. “Well, until big man gets hungry for burgers.”

Carter spent a few hours taking careful photographs of all the main room, before hunger and tiredness got the better of him. He’d noticed a wide hallway leading to some kind of garden deeper into the temple, so he set off to find a nice place to sit and eat.

***

The sun glowered.

So, they turn from worship– bring gifts with eyes cast down and spurn the celebrations even in the height of summer– and yet they send a stranger to traipse about the old temple?

Fotis sat heavy on the tallest stone of his overgrown garden, leaning forward, cloaked in an obscuring haze of sunlight. Though his shadow fell on the arrogant man– Carter, as Yanis had called him– he didn’t notice. Mortals rarely did.

Carter had been eating some kind of plain, crunchy biscuit, but as sunlight caught on Fotis’s lush olive and pomegranate trees, the mortal’s animal hunger got the better of him. He wandered amongst branches and curling vines, reaching out to grasp plump and juicy grapes. He grazed placidly, sweet purple juice dribbling down his scruffy chin, while greedily pawing open a pomegranate.

Fotis smiled beneath his helmet. What a hungry boy. “Do you enjoy the plenty of my garden? All of my hard work? Is it sweet and filling, after all the soreness of my muscles?”

Carter paused, glancing around as if he thought he’d heard something.

“Then, if you so wish, eat from my hand,” Fotis cooed.

With a palm to his stomach, Carter set on the fruit in renewed fervor. So Fotis turned his attention to the far end of the garden, where Carter was slowly eating his way to.

The pool, at least, was clean. The vines and shrubs might have grown around its marble steps, but they showed enough deference to leave the water itself clear. Fotis stood above the pool, balancing on a statue of a fattened bull caressing his own body.

The god waited until Carter just started to emerge from the vine-clad trees, fingers and face well-stained in juice. Then, with a curl of his fingers, Fotis pulled threads of sunlight across the pool, sending glimmering promises of a cool, refreshing embrace to Carter’s eyes.

“Ah man…” Carter looked at his hands and wiped his face, seeming to notice for the first time how messy he’d been. He huffed with relief at the pool and started to strip.

“There we are,” Fotis said warmly. “You ate like a fat beast, didn’t you? Well don’t worry, I’ve made it nice and cool for you.”

Carter tossed his shirt aside and shuffled clumsily out of his strange blue trousers, leaving him in simple white underwear. Fotis leaned forward. He could feel the appreciation shining from Carter, but it was unfocused, not yet enough to truly use. Perhaps he might have simply left the man alone, releasing him to return to his cold mortal life, but… what a sweet, chubby belly he had. His legs were mostly muscle, used to hiking no doubt, but a few faint stretch marks trailed along the ridge of his stomach and inside his arms and thighs.

“Getting a little bigger, hm? Perhaps you’re ready for a farmer,” Fotis proposed.

Pausing as he stepped out of his shed pants, Carter started looking around again, a nervousness on his face. “Hello?” He called out, though quietly. Then, after a moment, he shook his head and chuckled at himself. “Stupid.”

He reached for his waistband, but stopped as he looked up at the statue above the pool, and left his underwear on as he stepped in.

Carter rubbed his hands in the navel-high water, before slowly cleaning his chest of dried grape juice, fingers slipping over his pink nipples then venturing slowly beneath his arms.

Fotis could still make out the structure of his ribs as he washed his sides. “We’ll have to put some more meat on those flanks.”

“Mmm, yeah…” Carter murmured, seemingly oblivious to his own words as he began slowly washing his legs, showing off the now-translucent underwear.

“You’ll have such fine hips when I’m through with you,” Fotis promised, before stepping into the rays of sunlight. “Get nice and clean for me, and I’ll prepare some proper feed for a cow. If, indeed, you want it…”

***

Carter ran a hand through his short hair, wicking away a bit more moisture as the sun slowly dried him. He’d donned his clothes, and had planned to find some nice rock to nap on, but despite the weariness in his muscles and all the fruit he’d feasted on, Carter’s stomach grumbled. No wonder he was getting chubby.

It was only when he’d walked partway through the garden that he realized why hunger had wandered back into him. Saliva ran in his mouth— the smell was divine. Bread, baked sweet and mingling with hearty, spiced meat. Of course he wondered how there could be someone cooking that food here, but it was as if he knew the answer. Some part of him struggled to be worried about it.

Carter shook his head. The warm sun had to be getting to him. But, it did feel nice on his hide– or, skin.

He returned to the open center of the garden, where ancient stone benches surrounded a great circular altar of granite. Laurel trees offered shade and a bright, green scent. But Carter’s nose was drawn to the feast.

Spread across the altar was a forest of beef skewers, the fat still sizzling upon their browned crust. Beneath, oily rounds of bread sat ready to sop up the juices dripping onto them.

Carter approached, glancing at the amphorae lined along the bottom of the altar. Those hadn’t been there before either. He picked one up, feeling the fluid sloshing heavily within.

He looked at the laurel trees, holding on to uncertainty long enough to search for anyone amongst the leaves. “Yanis?” It was a stupid guess; Yanis wanted nothing to do with this place. But who else would be up here?

Carter held the amphora for a second more, then pulled out the cork. He’d expected wine, but instead he smelled cool, sweet milk, perfumed with honey. And, god, had Carter forgotten how thirsty the sun was making him. He tipped the amphora back, letting the milk flood past his tongue. Every inch of his mouth was coated in fatty liquid, and it felt almost as if someone was massaging his neck to help him swallow.

In what felt like moments, the last few drops were falling from the rim of the amphora. Carter lowered it slowly, rubbing a hand over his middle. His thin layer of fat didn’t look any different, but he could feel the fullness of his stomach. And yet… his eyes were drawn inexorably to the food.

“Go on, cow. Eat.”

Carter fell on the beef, leaning on the altar as if a pressure held him down by the shoulders. He started with some dignity, pulling bits of beef from the skewers and alternating with bites of the oily bread, finding it sweet and fluffy inside. “Mmm…”

But every mouthful only made his hunger more keen, and his shoulders heavier. He grabbed another amphora, washing down salty melted fat with a few great gulps of milk. Carter could feel his stomach hanging heavy below him, but couldn’t stop at the flavorful, tender meat on his tongue.

He stuffed more of that beef past his lips, giving up any semblance of manners as he scarfed down each mouthful, desperately trying to keep up with his greedy hands. All the while, he let out deep huffs and grunts of pleasure. “Mmmfh… Oooofh…”

The meat quickly disappeared, and as he gorged on the last of it, Carter leaned as far as he could to reach the middle of the altar. Through the haze of his gluttony, Carter realized that there was something pressed against his backside— through his jeans, it felt like a large, strong hand rubbing with affection.

“You like that, don’t you, cow?”

Before he could look back and question who could be there, the rubbing was replaced with a forceful pat. The hand gripped Carter’s haunches and shoved him forward until he was on hands and knees on the altar.

“MMOooo—” Carter nearly jumped at the sound of his own voice, feeling it rumble through his chest deeper than it ever had before. He slapped a hand over his mouth, but found it stopped too early as it hit his…. nose?

How had he not noticed? His face had stretched out beneath his eyes, into a… a snout, tipped with a fat, dark-pink nose. “What?” He mumbled. As he noticed the first, fuzzy strands of fur creeping along his skin, his breath raced in his chest.

Carter tried to stand up, but a sudden, unfamiliar weight made him sway and fall back to all-fours. His shoulders, his hips, they felt huge. And when he managed to look back, his eyes stared wide. He’d never had particularly wide shoulders, but now they were massive– rolling things that led to a pair of meatier, thicker arms.

He especially didn’t have much in the way of hips before. But lurching back to a sitting position, Carter looked down to find his haunches… his haunches… hips… the word kept pressing in on his thoughts. He had… haunches. His overstuffed belly sat heavy in his lap, peeking out of his shirt, with two meaty thighs spread out before him.

He touched his belly as light brown fur slowly spread across it. “No, nooo, mmmnnooo, mooooo—” Carter couldn’t stop himself, as if the sound was natural in his throat.

With each frightened pant, he could feel his nostrils expanding, his jaw cracking to widen out his face. Carter’s mouth filled with a broad, fattening tongue, making his frantic mooing even more heavy and muffled.

He had to get out of here, had to fix this somehow. Had to… to wake up, or… he couldn’t actually be turning into a… a—

“Shh, cow.”

“Mmm not a cooow—”

Carter froze, as he turned in the direction of that other voice. His eyes struggled to believe themselves. If his brain wasn’t so addled in the physical senses of fullness and fear, he might have come up with all sorts of explanations for the figure standing above him. But as it was, he couldn’t deny the fact of a god.

Fotis, just as he appeared in his mural. Warm bronze skin cast in glorious sunlight across a hefty body of muscle, filled out with divine fat. His golden helmet was haloed, almost difficult to look at with the sun shining past his horns. But, as Fotis’s hands pressed on Carter’s shoulder and nudged at his hips, guiding him back to hands and knees, the god’s dual nature became obvious. His palms and fingers were so calloused as to be felt through Carter’s painfully-tight clothing. His hips were decked in a simple, off-white loincloth.

He was the sun. And he was a farmer.

“F-farmoooor—?” Carter moaned.

Fotis ran a hand across Carter’s expanding chest. “How dare this cloth constrict a poor cattle,” he said, voice like rolling fire across a cold morning.

“Mmm—mmoooo—mm—” Carter wetted his throat and managed to shape some words through his snout, even as his teeth grew larger and blunter in his gums, “I’m… mmmnn— not… c… cattle.”

“Not yet perhaps, but you need only shed these mortal garments.” Fotis curled his thick fingers around Carter’s jeans, gripping the fabric around his thigh. In his other hand, appearing with a single flash of sunlight, was a small bronze dagger.

“Mmmnnn! Mmnnooo!” Carter tried to wriggle out of the god’s grasp, but his body’s changing shape made every movement clumsy and ineffective.

And, as Fotis turned his gaze on him, Carter froze. Twin flames burned in the eye-holes of Fotis’s mask, golden and roiling. But his voice was calm, almost gentle. “I’ll not hurt you, cow. You must trust me, this will feel so much better.”

Of course, Carter knew he should have rejected the assurances of this ancient creature turning him into an animal. But those words poured warm comfort down his neck. He could only manage to repeat, “P-please… mmm… mmmnot a cow…”

“No, I suppose not.” Fotis rested the edge of the knife against Carter’s waistband.

Carter tried to catch his breath. Was Fotis going to turn him back—

“You’re a big, handsome bull, aren’t you?”

“Mmm… handsommme?” Carter huffed.

The blade cut through denim with a muffled slice and tear. Feeling the sharp metal so close to his skin, Carter gave in to Fotis’s hand for fear of being cut, while the god reduced his pants to strips and cast them unceremoniously to the ground.

Lines of sore pain flushed through Carter’s legs as the numbness he hadn’t even noticed began to fade. His blooming flesh could finally breathe in the breeze, with only a pair of overstretched briefs clinging to his backside.

“Mmmoooooo…” Carter’s breath flowed out of him in relief.

Fotis’s strong hands followed the shape of Carter’s hips, which expanded and filled with soft muscle framed on thickening bones. Even with how different they were to how his legs used to be, they felt more… comfortable, on his growing frame.

“There, such fine haunches. Don’t worry, meaty boy, I’ll get you a loincloth you can wear loose enough.” He caressed the insides of Carter’s thighs. “You’ll need it, especially once we fatten you.”

“Fmmf-fatten?” Despite his concern, Carter couldn’t help but harden between his legs at Fotis’s touch, especially as tingling fur grew from his skin beneath those fingers.

The god either didn’t notice, or was kind enough to ignore it. “This meat is plentiful,” he squeezed Carter’s thigh, “and tender, but you’ll need quite a bit of good, sweet tallow to truly fill out your new body.” His palm trailed down to Carter’s calf, bringing fur with it until even his feet were covered. Carter could feel the tips of his toes harden with little hoof-like caps.

Well, at least he didn’t seem to be turning into a full, four-legged animal. But when Fotis groped at his lower back, a surprised low escaped Carter’s snout. Something long and thin sprouted into Fotis’s hand— a tail, complete with a furry tuft.

“Much better,” Fotis purred, then picked up the knife again. “Now for your shirt, and you’ll be nearly finished giving up that pallid humanity.”

Carter’s heart raced, suddenly feeling too big for his ribs. He looked around, frantic. What if he could still get away somehow? Just because it felt good, warm and full, it didn’t mean he should become some ancient eidolon’s livestock—

Fotis stepped in front of him. For the first time, the god looked plainly into Carter’s face. His very being radiated sunlight, but it’s heat was calm, a kind touch as Fotis cupped his chin, knife no longer in hand. “Already you’ve such a beautiful snout. Although I think, perhaps, you didn’t know just whose temple you’d intruded upon.”

Carter couldn’t put words together in the face of the god, and so simply shook his head, gently enough to stay in Fotis’s grasp. Was he being forgiven? Would Fotis let Carter go?

“Now, I can see the fear in those eyes.” He stroked Carter’s cheek with the back of his hand, each thick knuckle setting a new patch of fur upon his face with comforting warmth. “You’re far from the first mortal to fall to hubris.”

Carter whined, his heart dropping.

Fotis sighed. The sunlight around him turned deep orange for a moment. “A girl claims she can weave more beautifully than a god. A curious young man tromps into a sacred temple. An island town turns its back on the sun that gave their home to them.” He ran his thumbs slowly along Carter’s ears, molding them like clay until they were big, fuzzy, bovine things. And though Fotis’s voice burned with centuries of frustration, it captivated those new ears. “Every summer solstice, the biggest man of the town would come to my altar to eat from my hand, and become part of my prized herd. But now? With their cars and tractors, their empty promise of a new god, their ships bringing the food I once offered, I am left to only my simple, animal cattle.”

“Mmm… smmyy… mmyou’re punishing mme?” The fear had melted away, replaced by an unexpected sadness, a shame, that Fotis might be angry with him.

But the sun god rubbed Carter’s ears with affection. “Does this feel like a punishment? To have a body of warm, heavy flesh, and plush fur across your sun-bathed hide?”

Carter huffed in frustration. He had to struggle not to shimmy his haunches in the pleasure of both physical reality and Fotis’s praise. “I’mmm smorry for mmb… breaking mmmmin.” He wanted to stay, to make the god happy, but that meant being livestock. Carter had to try one last time to get him to reverse this.

“Hubris, sad little cow, is not a hammer that we gods wield, but a force as vast as the tide.” Fotis traced a finger across Carter’s nose, finishing its transformation into that of a bull. “You came to my temple, my farmland.” He brushed a thumb under Carter’s gums, setting his teeth in their new places and smoothing out the width of his bovine tongue. “You grazed upon the fruits I grow for my cattle.” He scratched under Carter’s chin, spreading the fur up his head like fire. “You bathed in the pool I keep for them.” He delicately tapped around his eyes, changing their shape and the brows above them. Carter’s hair was replaced with just his coat of fluff. “You ate of the feed I prepared for you, took bovine flesh as your own.” He planted his hands on the side of Carter’s head, framing how large it had become while planting both thumbs near his ears. “Even if I had slept for another year, you would become a cow.” Finally, Fotis pulled his hands back, and a pair of stubby, cute horns grew from Carter’s head.

He could see himself in the reflection of Fotis’s helmet. Carter looked into the wide, vulnerable face of a bovine. But… it still looked like him, somehow, and it made his chest flutter with unexpected joy.

“Answer me simply, for you are a simple creature.” Fotis lifted his chin. “Do you wish to be my cow?”

Before he could think, the answer fell from Carter’s snout, a deep and trusting, “Mmmoooooo…”

The god walked slowly to his side, running a hand along Carter’s flank as the blade appeared in his palm. “Who’s put my cow in this cruel, tight thing?” Fotis tugged at the collar of the shirt and slipped the blade beneath, flush with Carter’s skin.

The clean, snapping cuts flowed pleasantly through Carter’s new ears. He shut his eyes and let out a long breath that had stuck in his chest. Sore red lines arced across his belly and chest, marking where his new meat had struggled against his clothes. A full belly hung beneath him, and though his chest was swelling with muscle, enough fat bloomed atop it for him to feel the weight.

Warmth spread from Fotis’s hand as he gripped Carter by the belly fat, feeling its heft in his palm. “Look how big you’ve gotten, and we haven’t even fatted you yet.” He jiggled the bull’s stomach and dragged his rough fingers along the skin. Though Carter could feel it turn to fuzzy hide, it was still tender, not as thick and tough as he was expecting. Fotis’s callouses sent tingling waves across his breasts. Carter supposed he didn’t need the toughest hide. Even if his god’s hands were a little rough, he didn’t need protection from them.

As Carter’s lungs and ribs expanded, Fotis gave him a few firm pats on the back and rubbed his thickening spine. “Good cow,” he murmured, Carter’s ear flicking back to catch that warm voice. “Good cow, just take a few deep breaths for me.”

He did as he was told, filling his big nostrils, expanding out his bovine throat and finally settling his thick bull chest in place. Carter spent a few moments shifting his body, feeling the strength of his muscles pull against all that stocky weight.

“It feels good for cows to be big, doesn’t it?” Fotis rubbed him between the horns.

Carter nodded dumbly. He was so warm, so big.

Fotis’s other hand gripped Carter’s throat, feeling out the shape of it. “You wish to speak easily, I imagine.”

He looked up at the god’s helmeted face, finding in those burning eyes a compassionate and generous glow. Carter should have been anxious with Fotis’s hand on his neck, but try as he might, he just couldn’t find any distrust left. His farmer was kind to him.

“Lift your head,” Fotis said.

Carter did, and shut his eyes as heat radiated into his throat, echoing up amongst his tongue and into his chest. Then, Fotis stepped back.

“Are you more comfortable, my cow?”

Carter took a testing breath, and spoke. “Um, yeah. A lot more.” His voice still had his tone, his cadence, but the deep timber vibrated with soft tingles through his chest, and it was all blunted by his fat tongue and teeth. “But…” he glanced back over his shoulder, to the pair of briefs constricting around his hips.

Fotis put a hand on Carter’s belly and nudged him to sit up.

As he did so, Carter could fully appreciate all the meat that had been packed onto his frame. His chest swelled over a thick, padded belly, with muscley flanks wrapping around his sides. Even further down, a pair of impressive thighs spread their soft muscle across the altar. But the waistband of his briefs dug painfully into his hips, the crotch of them pulled skin-tight against his modest equipment.

Carter huffed.

“Yes, it’s nice isn’t it?” Fotis rubbed a hand along his belly. “You’ve put on so much fine beef. Let’s finish the last of you.”

“The last—”

Before Carter could finish his question, he shivered at the warm edge of Fotis’s knife pressing against his love handle.

“T-that’s a little close—”

“Shh,” Fotis pressed his hand on Carter’s soft belly fat, shifting it out of the way. “Don’t move, my cow. I’ll not cut your pretty hide.”

Despite the instinctual worry of having a blade so close to his… well… bullhood, Fotis’s confident tone soothed it out of his flesh, so Carter simply leaned to the side as the god nudged him. With a short, snapping cut, the briefs were sundered, and Carter’s hips gratefully expanded, the skin stinging with relief.

But the bull paused in his satisfied sigh, and his ears perked, as he felt Fotis’s hand move between his thighs, shifting the soft meat out of the way easily. He cupped the cloth to Carter’s crotch.

“What are you doing?” His big bovine eyes took in his farmer’s muscular arm. Was he really just letting this man touch him there? Carter struggled to understand it himself, but that just felt like Fotis’s right, like he owned it.

“I told you, my cow. Finishing your new body.” Fotis slowly drew the underwear scrap away, and as he did, Carter’s dick expanded into his palm.

For a moment, Carter’s tail swished in embarrassment as he thought he was just getting hard. But he kept growing. Not to mention, the heft beneath was filling out as well.

By the time Fotis has fully pulled both cloth and hand away, Carter was staring at a new cock, multiple inches longer and many more thick, leaving him barely even able to get his hand around it— a piece of equipment better fitting his bovine form.

“Mmrooo?” Carter said as he felt Fotis fondle his suddenly heavy testicles. They reminded him of massive meatballs, like in some of the restaurants he’d visited. He wiggled his hips as Fotis stroked a bit hard.

“I know, cow, you’re sensitive.” Fotis moved his hand down Carter’s dick, occasionally tugging at the fuzzy hide covering it. But his touch wasn’t lustful, it was careful and appraising. When the god reached his foreskin, now a mass of thick, luscious folds that smothered his head even as he was fully hard, Fotis slipped a finger inside, stretching the skin with a satisfied nod before pulling back out. “Well-suited to your size. You should find that enjoyable when you need those bull hungers satisfied.”

Carter felt bovine need pumping hot into his veins, pouring out from his heavy loins. His hand started reaching for his new, precum-dripping dick—

“Stop.”

He froze at Fotis’s voice. “S-sorry,” Carter mumbled.

Fotis looked at him with a stern glow, but he rubbed Carter between the ears affectionately. “I understand, my cow. Big animals like you struggle to control yourselves. It’s why a farmer has to have a firm hand, you see?”

“Oh…” Carter couldn’t bring himself to fully disagree with Fotis, especially as he continued petting him between the horns. “But, is it really so bad if I’m not… controlled?”

Fotis peered into Carter’s eyes, and seemed satisfied with what he found. “Silly bull. If I let you run around, satisfying whatever desire comes to you, what’s to stop you from wandering off onto some mortal farmer’s land? You’d be snatched up and sent off to the butcher in a heartbeat.”

“B-butcher?!” Carter’s eyes stared wide at Fotis. He hadn’t considered that kind of risk in giving up his humanity. “But… but I’d tell them that I’m your bull. They wouldn’t just… take me.”

“You overestimate the respect of mortals.” Fotis rubbed Carter’s flank. “When they see all this supple, tender meat, they’d hardly be able to stop themselves. Imagine how much they could make from all your beef, especially once we’ve gotten you fattened up.”

“I’m not just an animal though…” he looked up at Fotis, seeking some assurance. “I’m a person.”

“Hmm…” Fotis scratched Carter’s belly to calm him. “That might give them pause, I suppose. But then, would it stop them from hooking you up to some wretched milking machine, or locking you in a damp, cold barn?” He patted Carter’s snout. “Or, you could simply get lost, or be found by some hungry predators. And even if you don’t run off, I ask you: who knows better what’s good for a bull? His farmer, or his own simple, bovine whims?”

“Um…” Carter looked down at himself. Even with all the scary things Fotis had said, he couldn’t ignore the all-encompassing pleasures of his hefty, furry body. And hadn’t Fotis given it to him? “I guess his farmer.”

“Yes, my cow. Your farmer.” Fotis ran his thick fingers through Carter’s fur. “I’ll keep you safe, warm, and fat.”

Again, that mention of fattening. “Um…” Carter paused. “What should I call you? I’ve never talked to a god before.”

“Well, you may call me Fotis.” He took Carter’s cheeks, thumbs rubbing warmth into the back of his jaws. “A bull and his farmer should be close, after all.”

“Mmmrooooooo…” Carter’s bovine ears flicked happily as Fotis scratched him under the chin.

“Oh yes,” Fotis murmured, “such a handsome face.” He rubbed Carter’s ear. “You’ve turned into such a sweet bull, haven’t you? Just needed to be shown your place, that’s all.”

With his face in those warm, certain hands, Carter couldn’t possibly complain about that place.

“I know it was stressful for you at first. Poor cow, you didn’t even understand that I was trying to help you. But I knew, the moment I saw you wandering through my garden.” Fotis waited until Carter’s big eyes perked open at him, and stroked the base of his stubby horns. “You were always just a hungry bull, waiting for your farmer to come find you.”

“Yeah…” Carter whispered, half-lost in a trance of sunny warmth. “But…” he trailed off.

Fotis looked into his eyes. “Well? Go on, my cow.”

“Why do you keep… cattle… at all?” He asked shakily, a little part of him terrified that Fotis might change his mind about keeping him. But other, worse fears lingered. “It’s not… for my meat, is it?” He tried to parse the sentiment in Fotis’s eyes. “It—it’s just, you keep talking about fattening me, and why else would a farmer… do that…”

“Perhaps I do want to turn you into the most delicious beef,” Fotis’s divine voice tilted playfully. “Would you run away? Flee and hope someone would take pity on a poor heavy bull, give you dinner and a warm bed?”

“I don’t want to run away.” Sounding much smaller than his big body should have, Carter wondered if a few years— or even months— of being Fotis’s cattle would be worth giving his body up to the god. “But I like this body,” he lamented.

“I was only curious, sweet bull.” Fotis ran his knuckles softly down Carter’s chest. “No, you’re much more special to me like this than you’d ever be as meat. Of course you might make me hungry, but I’m not such a creature of instinct as you are.”

“I guess that’s why you’re the farmer.” Carter nodded, and glanced down at Fotis’s hand. “Could you keep doing that? It feels nice.”

“Very well, my cow. Soon we’ll have to fill you out with proper yellow tallow, so rest for now, I suppose.”

Carter leaned into Fotis’s touch, as both of the god’s hands poured warmth into his chest and made his big bovine head grow heavier with every breath.

***

In one hand, a burger. In the other, a skewer. Carter could feel the eyes on him as he sat in the little restaurant, but what did he care? He was so hungry, and so he stuffed both into his mouth.

They didn’t taste like beef, though. They were oily and sweet, like fried bread. “Mmrooo?” He looked down at his snout and remembered— he was a cow now. And, more than just a cow, he was… fat. His belly pooled out into his lap, and his thighs and butt spilled over the poor, creaking stool he was sitting on.

“Oh, good. The burgers are here,” an unfamiliar voice drifted through his ears.

Carter turned on the stool, trying not to let his heavy moobs jiggle too much as he did. Everyone else in the restaurant was still looking at him. Their features were indistinct, like shadows— except for the looks of hunger in their eyes.

Lumbering to his feet with a heavy thud on the floor, Carter looked nervously towards the door, only to find it blocked.

The man was wearing an apron, like a chef, or… “Oh you’ve got far too much meat on you to let you go now, Moo.” He traced a finger along the back of a butcher’s knife. “C’mere—”

Carter’s eyes shot open, but his frightened moos were muffled with a mouthful of oily bread. “Mmmngffff—”

A firm, warm hand pressed on Carter’s neck, and guided his throat to swallow. “Settle, cow, settle.” Fotis held him by a horn, keeping his head still as he continued to stroke his neck. The god cast gentle warmth across his cheek with a gaze. “Your farmer’s here. What’s gotten into you?”

Carter licked the roof of his mouth, finding the taste of honey and cream lingering there. And with Fotis holding him still, his breath slowed into long, relieved huffs. “I dreamed… I was in a restaurant, and they were going to eat me. I was all fat.”

Fotis laughed. “Simple cow minds, so vulnerable to scary thoughts. But then, I suppose it knows your body well.” He patted Carter’s belly. But… it was too far in front of him.

“What…” Carter stared down at himself as he lay on his side. Swaths of thick fat poured out, his belly and… breasts… were piled up like great pancakes before him. He shifted his legs, feeling the tree-trunk thickness of his thighs rubbing together.

Fotis reached back and rubbed his ass. “I’m glad you woke up, cow. It would not do for you to miss the last of your feeding, after all.”

He tickled Carter’s fat chin while the bull looked around to find that most of the flatbread was gone now. Only a few rounds remained, and most of the amphorae were scattered, empty, on the altar.

Carter shifted, grunting as he struggled for a moment to move his immense weight. “You made me this big?” He reached down in morbid curiosity and squeezed the great ridge of fat at the bottom of his belly, finding it soft and pliable like butter. He supposed that somewhere, buried under the thick layer of blubber, were his big bull muscles.

Fotis dug his rough fingers into Carter’s moobs, teasing out warm soreness in the meat. “Can you feel the fat threading through your flesh, turning it lovely and supple?”

Carter let out an involuntary moo at his moobs being squeezed. He looked into Fotis’s shining, possessive eyes. “You… really like all this weight on me?” Carter could feel his ears warm with a blush. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, if it made his farmer happy.

“Don’t you?” Fotis picked up another flatbread, oil glistening on his fingers. “It’s my work, after all.”

Carter grunted, struggling to sit up, and eventually managed it with a firm push from Fotis. The bull ran a hand over the incredible width of his belly. Thick rolls of tallow wrapped around his stocky bovine frame, easily swallowing his fingers as he explored them.

He shivered as he brushed over a set of long, tender stretch marks beneath his fur. And as he looked over the massive belly rising and falling with his breath, he could feel his bull meat try to rise against it. Carter started to reach beneath his belly, the heft folding up onto his forearms, but he paused, glancing in embarrassment at the man watching him.

But then, Fotis wasn’t just a man, was he? “Go on, cow, you’ve got a large body to enjoy.”

With a comforted flick of the ears, Carter tried to squish his belly to get a better look. He found himself with handfuls of doughy flesh, and struggled to bend over all of it far enough to catch sight of his own dick. When he finally did, his pulse raced with surprise and, admittedly, excitement.

There was still all the impressive girth of his bovine spear, but much of his length was missing, swallowed up by a greedy pad of fat between his thighs. Only a few inches of thick bull meat stood out, hard as stone, the tip of his foreskin drooping down lazily.

Sunlight glistened off the precum slathering Carter’s thighs. And what thighs they were– massive slabs of meat smothered in fat. He tentatively rubbed one of them, squishing through the padding until he could find the great, warm mass of muscle beneath.

Fotis joined him, running a hand proudly up and down Carter’s thigh, seemingly unconcerned with the shiny fluid painting them. “Yes, you’ve thickened up very well, turned into such a heavy cow.”

Watching his farmer appraise his body, it struck Carter that all the fat he was holding was… tallow. Cattle fat, and beneath it all wasn’t human muscle anymore, but beef. He touched a hand gingerly to the small of his back, wondering where exactly the steaks would be on him.

Fotis’s bronze skin moved smoothly as he continued to stroke Carter’s body, the god’s muscled form staying gentle in his touch. Eventually, his calloused hands explored Carter’s sides, pinching and tracing the curves of his new rolls. “I think you came here because somewhere, deep down, you knew what a handsome cow you’d make.” He met Carter’s eyes, and the difference between them was laid out bare. Fotis’s eyes burned with authority, and all the size of his body held an otherworldly strength. He wore a helmet of gold, and all that surrounded them belonged to him.

Carter, on the other hand, had the wide and trusting snout of a cow, big soft eyes, and a pair of ears that Fotis could use to read anything his expression didn’t give away. And for all the brute animal strength in his new body, Carter knew he didn’t need any of it. All he had to do was glance around and be reminded of the bountiful gardens. His eyes eventually fell on the last few flatbreads beside him. He first thought to reach for them, but paused. “Um, Fotis?”

“Yes, my cow?”

“I’m still a little hungry.”

Fotis picked up the bread and held it out. “Eat.”

The god’s other hand stroked the side of Carter’s bovine head. Carter leaned forward and started munching on the bread, huffing through his nostrils. He could feel the tips of Fotis’s fingers brush against his chin as he took the last of it into his snout.

Fotis leaned down and began petting Carter, all across the snout. “Welcome home, my cow.”