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“Right this way, Mr.Kurtis.” Miles, the mid-thirties man, beamed at the muscular white panther and motioned to the door at the back of his office.

“Kutamo, if you don’t mind. If I wanted to be referred to by my last name, I would’ve named my company Kurtis Industries.” The panther didn’t even look up from the tablet in his hands.

“Right, sorry Kutamo.” Miles fidgeted, waiting for the company founder and owner to stop looking over all the data sets and plans. It was nerve racking to be with the head honcho, even more so when the big boss was visiting the new factory he’d been put in charge of. Not to mention how Kutamo had gotten so successful at a young age. Even now, at 28 years old, Miles felt odd having a younger boss. He didn’t realize he’d begun clicking the pen in his breast pocket until the panther’s piercing purple gaze met his own.

“So, uh…” Miles cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pocket. “Have you been trying the new product, sir? Or have you just been working out?” The last time he’d seen Kutamo a few months ago, the panther had been his normal toned self. Muscled, but not overtly so. But now, he looked like a gym-bro — Very defined muscles as if he worked out everyday.

“Yes, and even after I stopped my usual workout routines, my muscle definition stayed the same. Increased ever so slightly, actually.” Kutamo looked at his arm as he flexed it. The fabric of his lab coat flexed before the stitching tore.

“We definitely need to dilute the product by at least fifty-percent before going to market, and the undiluted version can be sold at a mark-up. Thanks to this testing facility, I was able to tweak the formula to be three times as potent from the original specimen.” The panther lowered his arm, and the threads of his torn coat sewed itself back together in only a handful of seconds.

“That’s amazing, Sir! That must be why you’re here, to finalize everything and green light us for full production?” Miles' gaze remained on the other’s fixed lab coat. “Also, how did that—”

“Nanite-woven clothing. A new prototype I came up with after testing our new Mighty Muscle Milk, name pending, when I kept ripping my clothes. Mostly shirts, but also pants.” Kutamo motioned down to his groin, where a sizable bulge rested in his slacks. “The new batch of milk is great for muscles, but also increases penile length, girth, and also sex drive. I’ve had my secretary under or on my desk multiple times a day for over a month. I had to hire another one so one can tend to secretary needs while the other tends to me. Once this is all situated, I need to try and isolate what is causing it, and then make that into its own product. But for now, when diluting the milk by 50%, those effects are nullified.”

“Right… I think that was mentioned in one of your reports, and by the test subjects next door.” Miles had been averting his gaze from his boss’s package, it was… quite prominent, and Kutamo was not shy about it, or by how it affected him. It made sense, since Kutamo Industries primarily sold sex-focused products. The Mighty Muscle Milk, or MMM, was the first product in years that wasn’t purely for sexual activities. Or at least, it wasn’t meant to be.

There hadn’t been any complaints yet by their volunteer test subjects. The gym, with ninety-percent male enrollment, right next to their building, was the primary reason they chose this location: Plenty of guys willing to try a work-out supplement for a decent sized check. Go to the gym to work out as usual, meet with the Kutamo Industry agent stationed there, take their dose of MMM, work out, and after five sessions, they get a check.

“But yes, I’m here to make sure everything is up to my standards before we go full steam ahead.” Kutamo tapped and scrolled a few times on his tablet before lowering it and giving the site-supervisor his full attention. “I’ve seen a lot on the security feeds, but I want to see it in person.”

“R-Right this way!” Miles swung open the door at the back of his office and stepped aside, letting the panther pass before following after. “I think you’ll be quite happy with how things are progressing. With the rate we’re getting subjects, we’ll be needing to build a sub-level before long. L-Subjects don’t take up too much room, we can fit about two-hundred before needing to expand, but F-Subjects require more space… As I’m sure you’re aware, of course! I’ll take you to the L-1 wing first, it’s completely filled up now, fifty subjects, and L-2 will be full on the next shipment.”

Miles led the way through a few corridors to a door labeled ‘L-1 Wing’, swiped a keycard on his lanyard, and pushed it open. What welcomed them was five rows of ten stations where they milked their new product, and of course, there was plenty of mooing and bellowing from across the room. It was no coincidence that Kutamo had arrived during one of the many milking hours. L-Subjects were milked for a whole hour with a two hour break, starting from 8AM until 11pm, giving them nine hours of rest every night.

“Let’s check on L-12, they’re one of the higher producers.” Miles ushered Kutamo along past the stalls, as he called them. They reminded him of a stall in a barn, if the stall was made of a shiny white metal to chest height, and glass that reached the ceiling. Just like a normal farm, you could see the upper parts of the cows above the stalls, except these weren’t cows — They were seven to eight feet tall muscular anthro-bulls.

Each one was covered from head to toe in Kutamo Industries patented Long-Wear Latex. All black, with white lettering on the outer thighs and upper arms for their designation. Horns were shaved down, stopped right before the last turn, making them good handlebars… and also safer. The skin tight latex really accentuated every muscle. Kutamo looked quite ripped, but it was nothing compared to these bulls. A special sedative was slipped into the masks attached to their muzzles, just so they couldn’t break free of the restraints — Mechanical arms that held onto each wrist, ankle, and one for the waist.

If that wasn’t enough, each L-Subject was also equipped with VR goggles. It kept them entertained, with movies and shows they’d pre-picked, and the hypnotherapy in the background of every visual and sound kept them docile. All precautions to prevent these horny beasts from breaking free, and they were always worked up. An aphrodisiac was also slipped into their air supply during milking hours, so their giant dicks never went soft.

“As you can see, L-12 is one of the biggest, topping at eight feet and 2 inches. I’m thinking height has something to do with their penis and ball sizes.” Milkes slapped a hand onto the very thick sixteen-inch cock, or rather, right onto the milking device. The latex covered shafte throbbed and pulsed within the clear tube, the inner sleeve squeezed to a particular rhythm that changed every ten minutes.

“I had a similar thought, but we’d need more subjects for accurate results.” Kutamo eyed L-12, the beast most likely not even aware of their presence.

“That’s true, some of the others at or close to eight feet aren’t equally as hung as this guy.” Mile’s hand slid down to cup and lift one of the basketball sized orbs. “Feels pretty heavy, he must be building up a fresh batch. Whoa!” He jumped back as the mechanical arms repositioned the latex bull, lifting the arms and bending them at the elbow, while the rest lowered down, knees bent, now squatting. It changed positions every half hour to prevent muscle and limb soreness. One quick glance around would show that every other L-Subject was now squatting with their arms up. With L-12 closer to the ground, it was a lot easier to hear their huffs and muffled groans.

“So, were there any other L-Subjects you wanted to look at?” Miles turned to the Panther, who pulled their tablet away from the display screen attached to L-12’s stall. There was one for each stall, displaying different stats, though the important one was milk production — How much and how often.

“Let’s check out L…” Kutamo scrolled on his tablet. “ 18, 23, and 46. Then I want to see the F-wing.”

“Right this way, Sir.” Miles led the way to the other L-Subjects, of which they were able to get a constant supply from prisons primarily. Prisoners volunteering to reduce their sentence, and death row inmates that chose this over the electric chair. Wardens were happy to work with Kutamo Industries and give such opportunities to inmates, because in exchange they got a nice check.

The F-Wing however, was different in a few ways. They were volunteers from the general public, basically hired and paid on a weekly basis. Their wing was set up more like a dormitory with shared living spaces, and milking stations. They weren’t suited up in Latex like the L-Wing, and though clothing was provided, a good deal of them walked around in the nude — Only sporting fur and their designation arm bands. As long as they met their daily quotas for milk, they were free to do as they wished inside their part of the facility.

* * *

Miles collapsed into his office chair, glad that the visit was finally over. Getting a visit from Kutamo himself was nerve racking, but at least it seemed like the visit went well. The panther was happy anyway, green lighting to ramp up production, and even mentioning ideas to help reduce costs. Though, nothing specific.

It was getting close to the end of the work day. He still needed to write a few reports, maybe even pay a visit to —

The backdoor to his office slammed open, so hard there was a rush of air, a loud bang, and a reverberation through the floor and walls; Strong enough to be felt through Mile’s desk. He spun around in his office chair just in time to see one of the L-Subjects duck down and step into the room.

“What?! L-12? How did you get out of your stall?” Miles jumped out of his seat and reached under his desk to hit the panic button. He had no idea how L-12 had gotten out, or even navigated to his office while still wearing the VR goggles, but the panic button would alert security and send a sedative into every L-Subject. The man relaxed, and slowly turned back around, expecting L-12 to collapse… Instead, he was snatched up into the beast’s arms and carried out of the room.

“Let me… Go!” Miles squirmed, held tightly against the latex bull’s muscular chest, large pecs hugged his head. As futile as it was, since L-12 shouldn’t be able to hear anything, he kept trying to command the bull. He couldn’t move his arms at all, only able to move from the hips and down, but… The human quickly became aware of the bull’s hefty cock that rose up between his legs, with the upper portion slapping against his ass and lower back with every step. That made it feel even bigger than it looked.

Miles flinched when something wet hit his head. He almost didn’t want to look, but curiosity got the better of him. With some hesitation he tilted his head back and was hit with another glob of drool from the large and low hanging tongue as L-12 huffed, mouth hung open. He’d never been this close to any of the subject’s faces. Did they all have such long tongues?

A loud creak made Miles jump, the sound of a metal door that needed greasing. For a moment, he made a mental note to get it looked at before immediately being reminded of his situation as he was lowered only slightly, then released. He stumbled back, fell on his ass, and stared up at the hulking beast as the door was shut nearly all the way — Left open only a sliver.

Miles turned his head and scanned the small room he’d been taken to. Despite the creaky door, the rest of the room was clean; Metallic walls not dissimilar to a surgical table on the bottom half, and white tile above it. Though, it wasn’t easy to see. Faint purple lights lined the edges of the walls and floor every few feet. It all felt so similar, but he couldn’t place his finger on this room’s purpose. Then again, it wasn’t his job to oversee every little thing in the building. Was this some sort of unused storage space?

“Aah!” Miles jerked when latex hands clapped onto his thighs, ripping away his slacks, boxers, and lastly, his button up shirt. He might as well have been wearing clothing made out of paper with how easily the bull tore it off of him, leaving only the socks and shoes behind. Before Miles could even start to process what was going on, L-12 dropped to his knees with that hefty latex cock slapping down onto the human’s torso. The beast’s groin wasn’t even flush with his own, and yet that shaft lay across his stomach and most of his chest — Throbbing and oozing a glob of milky pre-cum to puddle onto his pecs and to run down to his shoulders and neck.

Just as quickly as it had arrived, the girthy dick slid away. Or rather, Miles was pushed forward until the flared head went over his own package and slapped down onto the tiled floor, spreading his cheeks apart.

“N-No, no, no!” The human scrambled, but one strong hand held his right calf. He kept trying to get free, and glancing up, he could’ve sworn that L-12 was smirking despite the open-mouthed huffing. Miles jerked from the flared head ramming at his backside, forcing his cheeks even further apart. A grunt escaped him as the bull continued thrusting, the blunt tip mashed against his hole, and quickly became a slick mess of pre.

“Nngh!” One particularly forceful thrust had the bull’s cock slip up into his balls, and not gently in the slightest. Every handful of thrusts resulted in another slip, and another cock-punch to his testicles. Not only that, but he could feel pre-cum getting forced into him every time that blunt tip rubbed and made out with his hole, slowly dimpling in from the hard ruts of the massive bull. If this kept up, that very thick latex-covered cock was gonna force its way into him, and make his balls sore while trying to do so.

It was evident that L-12 was desperate to cum. Hell, the big beast should’ve been in the milker for several more hours! It was no wonder they were so damn horny. Miles reached down and on the next thrust, guided that dick up between his legs, gripped the flared head for leverage and pulled himself closer to the bull before squeezing his thighs together. There was a pause, a snort, and then a bellowed ‘moo’ as L-12 begun ‘fucking’ Miles.

“F-Fuck.” The human kept his legs together as tight as he could. He’d have to keep up the charade of this faux hole so his real one wasn’t destroyed by such a massive beast and their equally massive dick. It was the right solution, but…

Miles watched the bull’s cock thrust forward, flinging milky pre, then pull back until the flared tip caught onto his thighs, before repeating over and over. To keep up the illusion, he made sure to ‘catch’ the blunt tip into his hands, spearing between them. He wasn’t sure L-12 would be content with just his thighs, especially given that the bull was nearly two-feet long.

“He-Hey, Calm down!”

L-12’s thrusts were growing stronger, and he was slowly inching forward which meant that cock was getting closer and closer to Miles’ face. The beast’s hand had released his leg, allowing the human to wiggle backwards to try and keep his distance. That lasted all of thirty-seconds. The bull fell forward onto his hands and knees, looming over the human with grunts and groans, and after a handful of thrusts while Miles kept squirming back, a latex hand slapped down onto his shoulder to keep him pinned in place.

On one hand, Miles was glad it wasn’t both hands on his shoulders. All that weight and strength would not have been good. But on the other hand, he couldn’t stop that black cock from getting closer. It didn’t take long before it was inches away from his face, and by then his whole torso was slick and slimy in milky pre-cum. Thankfully, the bull’s massive balls were slapping into his thighs and ass cheeks by then.

Now that he wasn’t in danger of getting cock-punched to the head with every powerful thrust, and the bull had gotten into a rhythm, Miles could almost relax. He was able to control his breathing, wonder a bit about how any of this was even happening and… realize he was rock hard. With the initial panic over, he supposed it wasn’t surprising. A big beautiful bull was fucking his thighs and frotting his chest, belly and dick. He was painfully aware of how his own shaft was dwarfed by the long girthy bull-cock throbbing and rubbing against his.

With it all sinking in; The hunky latex beast above him, the hefty cock thrusting over and over, squelching through his thighs and between his hands, constantly dribbling out pre and coating him in it… Miles was hard as hell, mind growing cloudy with lust. His mouth slowly fell open, head tilted forward, and his hands pulled closer, urging the bull to not pull back so much with every thrust. The big guy seemed to understand and play along. He stuck his tongue out and lapped at the blunt tip every time it drew near, which was very often and fast, given the forcefully short thrusts.

“Mmph…” Miles groaned, getting a taste of that milky pre, squeezing that shaft with his hands as he grinded into the underside of L-12’s cock. He could feel himself getting closer, the whole situation, and how sexy it was, came crashing down on him and—

L-12 thrust forward, so hard that he squeezed his balls through those thighs and caused his cock to forcefully kiss Miles’, unleashing rope after rope of milky cum into the human’s mouth.

“Hrrmmlk!” Miles coughed and sputtered on a mouthful of Mighty Muscle Milk straight from the source, and swallowed a good deal of it. He jerked his head back after the initial shock, cum blasted onto his face, and into his hair. It was only when he turned his head away that he was able to breathe safely. That, and savor the flavor of MMM fresh from a bull’s cock. It wasn’t all too different from what he’d sampled before; Creamy, very milk-like, and just slightly sweet. The only real difference here was the warmth, which oddly made it nicer. Even despite nearly choking on it. His hands firmly held onto L-12’s cock as it kept unloading, continuing for at least a full minute before it slowly tapered down and stopped shortly after.

“Haaaah….” Miles’ panted for breath and slowly turned back to the still throbbing length now that he wasn’t under a constant torrent of cum. It seemed L-12 was also taking a breather, huffing and panting above him. The thought to slink away came to him, but a hand was still pinning him to the floor.

“Well…” Miles started grinding his pulsing dick against the cock and balls weighing it, and him, down. If he was stuck here, he might as well get off too. He was slowly getting back to that peak, but L-12 had other ideas.

The latex beast stood up, cock no longer standing straight up, and instead bent down slightly with the occasional throb, though still far from being horizontal.

“Uugh… Damn it.” Miles groaned as he sat up, completely soaked and dripping in bull ‘milk’. “When I get back I’m going to—”

L-12 stomped out of the room and promptly closed the door behind him. That wouldn’t have been so concerning if not for the audibly click and beep of the door locking.

“Shit.” Miles shakily jumped to his feet and rushed to the door, but it was indeed locked. “Shit… Okay, no worries. I have my phone.” He turned around and looked at the messy pile of ripped clothing… and off to the side he could see the crushed remains of his phone.

“Okay… Okay… Someone will notice I’m missing. Not to mention the roaming L-Subject. They’ll find me…. I’ll be a wet naked mess but… Hell, it’s Kutamo Industries. Everyone is sex positive and stuff, right? I just have to wait, and—”

“Phase one: Genetic Sequence Conversion.” A female robotic voice filled the room.

“Uh oh.”

End Part 1