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The Grind House Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Draegon1993

The earliest morning light had crested the hills and was spilling across the skyline, chasing away the night and ushering in a new day. The city itself was still asleep for the most part, but Jake's pale blue eyes gazed out at the splendor of the sunrise until the wet, sloppy sounds coming from further down forced him to moan and snap his eyelids shut. He arched his back, his shaggy blond hair cascading across his pillow, the tiny blond fluff from his chin jutting out as his head tipped back. A hand shot down to tangle in the quaff of one of the two men fixated on Jake's groin, but it wasn't his huge, hard, oddly blunt shaft they were servicing, but a rather different organ.

In place of a human sack, Jake's cock was rooted above a huge, plump, rotund udder like organ with four nipples that grew out of the flesh. It was the size of a sack of nectarines, but it held something far more dairy inside. Jake's bed companions were fixated on the flesh, both of them suckling and tugging and drawing on his teats, ushering out the thick, faintly yellowed cream that he was producing. They were sloppy with it, guzzling and slurping, humping the floor beyond Jake's unadorned mattress.

Jake moaned louder as he felt them gorge themselves on his milk. His moans became faint moos, and he felt the now-familiar pressure pierce his temples as his skin split and short, curved ivory horns pushed out of his skull. The feeling of the horns growing in alone was like cumming, and Jake drooled a bit as his heavy nose ring slapped his upper lip.

Once more his eyes snapped open, looking up at the immense windows of the loft apartment bisected by a horizontal slat of white plaster. Otherwise, it was a floor to ceiling window with an unobstructed view. Jake let out a louder moo as the cinnamon skinned twenty something on his left side changed teats, tugging harder on the unmolested nipple. Jake humped up into the air, his long shaft slapping his muscled stomach as the head blunted flatter and flatter until it flared out into an equine like shape.

Jake still wasn't used to his augmented body, but he was already settled into his new life... Every week with new boys on his arms, dating the most handsome men in the city, enjoying the thrill of watching them get addicted to the new lifestyle and new opportunities. His chest nipples even leaked a bit of milk as he suddenly came, his tool spraying out cum all over himself. His companions let go of his udders and slipped up to lick him clean. He felt their human tongues collecting his sperm and he grinned wide. It was almost hard to think how it all started, but it hadn't been that long ago at all.

[Three Weeks Earlier]

The power of the motorcycle between Jake's legs was very reassuring as he zipped down the street, being mindful of cars. Other drivers were so careless, so imbecilic, but he had fast reflexes. The eighteen year old zigged and zagged, his red and black bike contrasting with his creamy pale skin sticking out in his short sleeves and shorts. Jake knew he should have worn more, but it was such a hot summer and he had to be ready for anything with his brother.

The bike's on screen display indicated a turn and Jake followed, heading onto one of the city's lesser traveled side streets. He pulled up to the curb and slowed to a stop, glancing off to the side. He had reached his destination, 'The Grind House.' It was a quaint coffee shop that reflected the internet boom. There were plenty of tables and chairs, free wifi with purchase, and a dozen or so college aged boys.

Jake parked his bike and slipped off, removing his helmet. A short mane of blond hair fell loose, framing his innocent looking face. Jake was five foot nine, slender build, not particularly showing off how old he had gotten. If anything, it'd be a decade before people stopped carding him. Jake tucked his helmet under his arm and moved into the shop, smelling at once a variety of rich and robust scents ranging from the fresh roasted coffee beans to the exotic colognes of the patrons.

"And here is your extra large Black Tie, double shot." Came the smooth, strong voice that Jake had heard nearly his entire life. Jake looked up to see his brother standing behind the counter, or at least... he thought it was his brother. They had only been separated for about six months but his brother looked... quite a bit different. He was over six feet tall, his dishwater blond hair dyed crimson red at the tips. He sported a short, bushy beard now with red dye beneath his chin, and a thick silver hoop hung from his nose, weighing on his upper lip and dangling when he moved.

"Marcus?" Jake asked softly. The bearded man looked up and grinned wide.

"Jake, man, you made it! You're early though!" Marcus said, serving up the last customer in line before wiping his hands off on a towel.

"What can I say, it's easy to cut through traffic with my bike." Jake said, moving up to the counter. Marcus rolled his eyes.

"I still can't believe that mom let you get that death trap." Marcus said.

"Dude, you look so different... I mean, that beard man..." Jake murmured, still in awe.

"You like it?" Marcus asked, running his fingers through it, though his shoulders tightened as Jake was nearly body checked by a twenty year old with brown dreads down to his shoulders and thick sideburns, slamming into the counter.

"Please, I need a Cortado... No one else in town makes them right." he said, his brown eyes looking to Marcus pleadingly. Marcus, however, was showing a bit of his teeth, looking at Jake rubbing his arm from where he'd been bounced out of the way.

"First, say you're sorry to my brother." Marcus said. The dreadlocked man's eyes widened suddenly and he turned, seeing the eighteen year old he hadn't been paying attention to before.

"I... I'm so sorry, I got tunnel vision, but that's no excuse. Please forgive me." he said.

"It's fine, just be more careful next time." Jake said.

"I will, I swear." The dreadhead boy said, nodding. Marcus considered for a moment before he considered it was a good enough apology. He moved over to the machines and got a cup, filling it half full with espresso. He then moved over to the counter and reached down underneath, working with whatever was there.

"What is a Cortado anyway?" Jake asked.

"It's heaven... Perfection, just like your brother." The dreadhead boy sighed wistfully. Jake's eyes doubled in size as he looked at the customer and then his brother.

"Actually, it's espresso cut with warm milk to reduce the acidity of the drink." Marcus murmured, letting off a soft sigh before he came back up and handed the cup to the customer. He took it and tipped it back, letting the beige drink spill over his lips, across his tongue and down his throat. After a few swallows he let out a longer sigh, looking far more relaxed. He fumbled for his wallet and threw down a twenty before wandering to take a seat. Jake blinked a few times, looking at his brother.

"I have so many questions, but first and foremost, I thought I was the gay one." Jake said. Marcus blushed at that, rubbing at his fuzzy cheek.

"Well, I guess I haven't told the 'rents yet, but after moving here I guess I figured out what you already knew. Maybe I just needed a different selection of guys." Marcus said.

"A selection is it? Do you have a punch card?" Jake asked. Marcus grabbed the towel he had and snapped it at Jake, making Jake yelp and chuckle. Marcus smiled but thought about it.

"I guess you're not far off though... I have had a lot of fun..." Marcus considered.

"Fuck, you've always been better at everything than me, now you're better at being gay." Jake moaned, leaning on the counter.

"Well, that may be so, but it's every big bro's job to make sure his little bro is taken care of." Marcus said, "Any of them you like?" he asked, pointing to his customers. Jake turned, looking out, a little confused by the situation but there were a lot of diverse guys. Many of them seemed to be students for the local university, and there was the dreadhead boy but he had been a bit of a jerk. Jake looked back at Marcus.

"Why, what are you going to do?" Jake asked.

"Hey, anyone here think my brother's cute?" Marcus called out. The men looked up slowly, all of them seeming to be in a happy daze, gazing at Marcus with longing admiration, but it was a teenager in the corner with turquoise hair that actually looked at Jake. He gave a smile, his spider bite lip piercings glinting in the light, his black gauge spacers in his ears contrasting his lily white skin. Jake blushed heavily. Marcus waved him over. The teenager grabbed his skateboard and walked over.

"You, my friend, won yourself a free Cortado." Marcus said, moving to serve him up one. Jake was blushing furiously, looking at the teal haired beauty.

"Hey, I'm, uh, Jake." the young blond introduced himself.

"I'm Reed." the skater smiled, brushing blue bangs out of his face, "So you're Marcus' brother? That's pretty cool."

"You think so?" Jake asked. Marcus set down the Cortado on the counter with a smile on his face. Reed nodded.

"Yeah, he's a great guy. Creative, smart, kind, compassionate." Reed said. Jake hesitated.

"So have you and he, uh, gotten to know each other?" Jake asked. This time Reed blushed, shaking his head.

"No, just an admirer, but maybe those good qualities run in the family." Reed said. Jake smiled at that.

"Maybe we can find out." Jake said. Reed nodded and grinned as he grabbed his drink, moving back toward his chair. Jake spun around to face Marcus.

"I'll never be able to thank you-" Jake was interrupted as he felt something sharp pierce his septum. He let out a yelp, looking at his brother in shock before realizing something was hanging from his nose. He reached up and touched it, feeling a medium nose ring dangling. He looked up at Marcus wide eyed, "Dude, what did you fucking..." he trailed off, feeling an odd electric current jolting through his nipples and his dick, his already semi-hard member stirring to full erection in his tight pants, snaking down against the shorts.

"Trust me, I want you to have the best shot you can man." Marcus said. Jake panted, his world spinning around him. He felt so fucking horny. He looked at Marcus with a bit of dubious hesitation before he moved back over to the corner of the shop where the sun was pouring in through the windows, almost making a creamy haze. Reed was sprawled out in the chair, his skateboard dropped to the floor. He had apparently guzzled down the Cortado and now as sitting wide legged.

"So, Reed, what do you like to do for fun?" Jake asked. Reed reached out and grabbed Jake's waistband, pulling him forward. Jake stumbled a bit and fell onto the skater, their groins touching. Reed grinned.

"I want to do you." he whispered, starting to hump against Jake. Jake's jaw dropped and he moaned slowly, his already achingly hard cock throbbing even more. He closed his eyes and started humping back, grinding against this other teenager. He shuddered as pierced lips found his own and started to kiss him. He let his mouth open, a tongue invading. It was his fantasy, it was perfect, and it was in public. Jake broke the kiss, panting.

"We should go to the bathroom or something." Jake whispered.

"Oh yeah, I can make that work." Reed said, leaning in to lick Jake's chin. Jake squeaked as the tongue ran over his flesh, feeling a faint tingling there. He stumbled back to his feet and waddled toward the bathroom, his shorts tented in a way that no one else could ignore.

****

Jake's hands slammed against the tile wall as Reed came up behind him. A hand covered with far too many rings wrapped around Jake's shaft and started to stroke forward and back, forward and back, picking up speed. Reed's pierced cock slipped up and down Jake's pert, muscled ass like a hot dog in a bun before he drew back and started pushing forward. Jake bit his lip, containing a muffled moan before he felt penetration for the first time in his life. He threw his head back and let out a silent scream as Reed started sliding into him.

Never before in his life had Jake been so sexual. He'd kissed three boys before, but after coming out as gay... he hadn't had any luck in his hometown. Now, within minutes of finding his brother, he was having sex with a hottie. He moaned out louder, pushing his ass back, taking more of that dick in, starting to really go at it. His fingers traced down the tile, finding odd scrapes through the ceramic like something powerful had been dragged along it repeatedly, gouging it out without breaking it fully.

"You are so fucking tight, so perfect." Reed panted, fucking Jake harder. As much as he stroked the blond off, he felt like he wasn't doing a good enough job. There always seemed to be more flesh that needed attention. He worked his hand further and further, but Jake's cock was stretching forward centimeter by centimeter, swelling beyond the lengths it had ever achieved before. Jake let out a moan that started to sound more like a moo, bringing his forehead to the wall, panting hard.

Jake's balls were throbbing so hard they were practically aching. His ass was wriggling around the cock there, his nipples were tingling and his cock felt like a red hot piece of iron. Reed was going at it as hard as he could, slamming into Jake's perfect ass before he moaned and screamed and shuddered and came, pumping his cum into Jake. Jake hissed and came as well, his ivory seed jetting against the urinal in front of him. As the seed poured from his achingly hard cock, his brain swam in a golden sea of afterglow, not thinking much of the tingling on his chin as a hundred tiny soft blond hairs emerged from the skin, giving him a soft, willowy patch of stubble.

The blond nearly fell to his knees as Reed resumed jerking him off after his orgasm, but the huge cock felt a little softer, almost like clay in a sculptor's hands. Without realizing it, Reed was coaxing it to get thicker and longer until it hit the wall. The mushroom shaped head was squished and flattened, bloating out on the sides, the urethra spreading wider. As it came off the wall, it seemed that Jake was more than just proverbially hung like a horse - his cock was actually equine in shape. The blunt head, the immense length and girth, even a thick ring around the middle that had emerged. Reed let out a long moan, leaning on Jake's back, panting hard. Jake stood there, eyes dazed with lust, not sure what had just happened.

****

Marcus pressed the button for the apartment elevator just as Jake came darting through the door after him, intent on continuing their conversation. His walk was strained a bit as his package kept shifting in his shorts, making a slightly obscene bulge.

"It was more than that, man!" Jake said with a barely constrained shout.

"All I'm saying is, if that was your first time, your mind can play tricks on you. You have nothing to compare it to." Marcus said, stepping into the elevator. Jake followed him in.

"Dude, it's more than that! I didn't have this just an hour ago!" he said, rubbing at the stubble on his chin, "Or this!" he added, grabbing at the bulge in his shorts before he moaned, his back pressing against the wall of the elevator.

"Or that." Marcus said, taking a finger to thwack at Jake's new nose ring. Jake moaned even more, nearly falling to his knees as the elevator began a swift ascent.

"That's not even fair, how did you get it in there? I've never heard of self piercing rings..." Jake said. Marcus chuckled.

"There's a lot of innovation in the cities man, one of the reasons I wanted to move out here." Marcus said as the elevator opened onto the sixth floor. The brothers stepped out, Marcus leading the way past several rooms before reaching the ninth. He unlocked three separate locks and opened the door.

"I'm not some country bumpkin, I-" Jake stopped as he looked in at the apartment. It was a loft apartment with a high ceiling. The far wall was one big floor to ceiling window with a narrow strip of plaster making a sort of shelf along the entire expanse. There was a kitchen area to the left, a living room area to the right and the hint of a bathroom hidden just past where the hallway ended and let them into the room. There was a mattress set up on the floor, covered in new sheets and blankets. It lacked a frame to hold it up, but it looked cozy enough.

"I hope this is up to your expectations." Marcus said, moving in.

"Are you kidding me? This is gorgeous... How are you able to afford it all?" Jake asked.

"Well, Mister Lake is looking to expand the Grind House, and he's thinking about making me the manager of the original location when he expands. Business has skyrocketed the last few months. That affords me some pretty nice benefits." Marcus said.

"Is it because of what you put in your coffee?" Jake asked. At that comment, Marcus' lips tightened a bit. He shut the door to the apartment, dropped his keys in a bowl on a shelf by the door and moved to start brewing himself some tea. Jake followed after his brother, putting a hand on his hip, "Is it drugs? Are you some kind of dealer? Is that why you've changed so much?"

"It isn't drugs, well, not exactly..." Marcus said, setting the tea to steep.

"Out with it!" Jake said. Marcus groaned, throwing his head back.

"You sound just like mom!" He groaned, "You want to know what it is, look for yourself!" Marcus said. In that moment it was almost as if there was some wind source in the apartment blowing around, whipping Marcus' hair around. His skin started to darken, taking on tanner shades as his muscles expanded. His tight t-shirt got even tighter, exposing hugely meaty pectorals with plump sausage like nipples. It rode up, revealing his muscle packed abdomen loaded with an ideal eight pack. His muscles seemed to go on forever.

Jake stumbled backwards into the couch, grabbing onto it to hold himself up. As he watched, Marcus clenched his eyes shut as bony white nubs pierced through the flesh on his forehead, sending tiny droplets of blood trickling down. The nubs curved upward like those of a demon, but then the base kept coming out inch by inch, extruding from his skull steadily as they took on their magnificent new out-and-up shape. Marcus panted hard, hot blasts of air coming through his changing nose as it tilted up, exposing the nostrils. His entire nose was darkening, taking on a more leathery appearance... but it wasn't limited just to his nose.

Marcus grabbed onto the counter, his palms widening as his fingernails turned brown and then black, getting tough and thick. As he wrenched his head around, his jaw elongated, his mouth pushed forward and he took on an animalistic muzzle. The soft hair at the edge of his beard turned brown and grew outward, ringing his eyes, crossing his nose and covering his forehead around the horns. The fur spread down his neck, but it was already growing in patches on the back of his arms, his chest, his legs. All over his body was covered by the downy brown fuzz coating.

Jake watched in stunned aw e as his brother had to change his stance just to support his increasing weight and changing center of gravity during the change, and his shoes warped and flexed, contorting and tearing as his toes merged, the flesh knitting together as the keratin coating covered them all in one nice firm hoof, then the same for the other foot. They were huge, at least the size of dinner plates.

A soft moo ushered from Marcus' bearded muzzle as his ass cheeks parted and his tailbone went into overdrive, delving out of its dormancy to drop a whip like tail down over those pert cheeks... But as much as that captivated Jake, his eyes were drawn to his brother's crotch as the pants split out, the underwear tattered away, and he was left gazing at a foot and a half long equine member. It was as black as midnight and the urethra was oozing a steady stream of pearlescent precum... just like his nipples.

Marcus' t-shirt snapped like a rubber band and fell to the floor, revealing his brown hide and his juicy nipples. Jake shuddered, a small wet spot forming in his pants as he looked at his brother, but then he saw them... Hanging down beneath his equine like member was a pendulous, plump, full sack. Jake assumed that somewhere in there he had undoubtedly over productive testicles, but he could only assume that. It looked like, for all intents and purposes, an udder sack. It even had several engorged teats leaking a steady drizzle of off-white milky liquid.

"See, it's not drugs." Marcus said, his voice a few octaves deeper as he stood in his bovine glory. Jake stood there, jaw dropped, not sure what to do or stay. After a long moment he moved forward and reached out, resting a hand on Marcus' furry chest as if to make sure it was real. Then he looked up at his brother and scowled.

"Why didn't you tell me?! We shared everything... Even when I thought you were straight, we jacked off next to each other!" Jake shouted.

"How do you start that conversation? Hey, I'm a werebull now? How was your graduation?" Marcus asked.

"And I show up and you dose me with the same stuff as your junkie customers? I mean, seriously!" Jake said. Marcus glared back.

"I did not give you the same stuff, if you had what they had you'd be... wanting a lot more from me than just coffee." Marcus said, "And you tell me you didn't like your first time, you just go ahead!" Marcus said. Jake glared, crossing his arms for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something but then didn't before he sighed and stepped back, flopping over the back of the couch, landing on his head with an exasperated sigh. Marcus closed his eyes and took several breaths before he got the tea and two cups and walked around the couch, pouring the cups full and settling down into an oversized chair. Jake slowly righted himself and looked over at his brother.

"Okay, you're right, it WAS amazing... Thank you big bro." Jake muttered.

"You're welcome... I thought you deserved to blow off some steam." Marcus said, lifting the cup of tea to his bull muzzle, sipping at it.

"So what do you give them, and what did you give me?" Jake asked quietly. Marcus gestured down to his udderballs.

"My cream is addictive and an aphrodisiac. They get pretty horny, like on the next level. When they drink it I don't think they even can tell I'm a werebull." Marcus said.

"And me?" Jake asked. Marcus leaned back, spreading an arm out on the back of the chair, letting the excess dangle over the edge.

"A nose ring, like the one I got when I moved here. I think that's what triggers the bull changes, but no one I've given one too changes all the way like me." Marcus said.

"So... I'm a bull now too?" Jake asked. Marcus reached out to pinch one of his nipples, making him yelp.

"At least a little, little bro." Marcus said. Jake blushed at that.

"So... What might make me more like you? Can I drink some of your cream?" Jake asked. This time it was Marcus' eyes that went wide.

"I told you what that stuff does, man, you'd be horny as hell and not in your right mind, you'd want to-"

"I wanted to when we jacked off next to each other..." Jake whispered. Marcus nearly dropped his tea, managing to set it down.

"You did?" Marcus asked. Jake nodded.

"Some of my favorite porn stars are twins and they do it with each other... I mean, we already have a lot in common, we like the same stuff..." Jake said.

"It's taboo, it's not normal." Marcus murmured.

"Like being a werebull is normal? Come on, we aren't going to have any kids with deformities, we're gay. You said it yourself... And we don't have to be exclusive, it's just a way for us to be closer." Jake said, scooting over to his brother.

"I don't know, Jake, I... just wanted you to be happy." Marcus said.

"Trust me, this is going to make me happy." He said, slipping off of the couch. He knelt down on the carpet and leaned in close to his brother. Just being near him smelled milky. Marcus didn't say anything as Jake got a hold of his huge, thick shaft and started to lift it up. Everything about it was a shock to Jake; how heavy it was, how hard, how long, how big, how hot. He held it, looking at it, and then he leaned in.

Marcus squirmed as his brother's tongue hit his urethra. He'd been with a lot of guys, even several at once, but never before had he felt so scared and excited by sex. He knew this was wrong, this was forbidden, and yet his brother's tongue felt so good. He tried to hold back, but his bull sex drive was through the roof and a hot wet slick of pre hit Jake's tongue. Jake moaned softly at that, tasting the salty, musky liquid like silk in his mouth, but then again that wasn't what he had come to experience.

He pulled back and slipped down, the long shaft gliding across his cheek as he brought his lips to brush against one of his brother's udder teats. It was practically the size of a human cock on its own. Something about that made it even more appealing to Jake. He parted his lips, slipped them around the flesh and began to suck and pull, tugging on it a bit. Marcus hissed and dug into his legs with his fingers before he instinctively grabbed onto Jake's head and held him there. Being trapped against the udder, Jake started to suck and suck and suck and Marcus let out a moo, grabbing onto Jake's skull with both hands.

Jake continued to draw, and it didn't take long until the milk hit his tongue. It was so thick and creamy and shockingly warm... and... and... no more thoughts reached Jake's mind. He obediently drank, guzzling the cream as more and more blood rushed to his cock, forcing it to full erection. His nipples were like diamonds, his drool was copious, his eyes were half lidded and glazed with lust. Milk spilled down his chin, cascading over the soft stubble there and as it did, the stubble started to grow out.

The blond strands stretched, getting softer, billowing and flowing out of his skin. It was a centimeter long, then two, then three, then more. The fuzzy blond tuft was soaked with milk, but Jake didn't care even as it dribbled down across his chest and stomach. He drank and drank, his cock straining in his pants. He felt the warm milk trickle down his throat, filling his stomach fuller and fuller before that warmth spread through his body.

Jake suckled from his brother's udder, his body refining steadily. His hair was growing out shaggier and longer, his cock was thicker and longer than it had ever been, and a great heat was growing down below his own legs as his ballsack swelled and tightened, thickening warmly. Tiny sensitive nubs tingled along its surface, the start to his own udders. Marcus watched with a sexually tinged pride, looking down at his brother as he noticed familiar bumps forming on his forehead.

Unlike Marcus' own horns, his brother's seemed to be coming in on the temples. The flesh bloated, swelling, irritated and red until the flesh gave way and tiny white horn nubs curved out. They were miniscule but telling. Marcus threw his muzzle back and let out a great moo as his equine member spilled a fountain of hot, thick cum. It fountained over Jake, raining down on him, soaking his blond hair. As wrong and strange and forbidden as it was, Marcus knew he wasn't going back. His brother was more now... A partner, a friend, a mate... and they would find great pleasures together. Their sexual conquests would be shared, and their bond would only grow.

****

The days had passed in a blur for Jake and Marcus. As much as Jake wanted to stay in with his brother, Marcus couldn't jeopardize his position with sick days and the effort had paid off. Marcus stood behind the counter, his black and red apron now emblazoned with a gold name plate of manager. His boss had opened the second location and was busy getting it off the ground, leaving the operation of the Grind House to his successor... and Marcus had taken to it well.

Somehow, breaking the barrier with his brother had enhanced his own physical status. He had gained another two inches of height and in mere days his bushy blond beard had grown another four inches in length. Marcus had swapped up to a larger size nose ring, giving Jake his old one. His nipples were constantly hard and his udders were practically oozing at all times. Even when he didn't have customers, Marcus felt an urge to milk himself of his excess. Having all that cream on hand, though, was paying off well. And with demand up, there was always need for more help.

Jake moved around the Grind House like he was on skates, moving from table to table swiftly. His hair shone in the early morning sun and his goatee swayed as he moved. His apron was tied tight, showing off his fit upper body and the odd bulge in his pants as he moved. Cortados were served all around to men that seemed to be in various states of altered perception. Some sipped and sipped on their drinks as the bulge in their pants grew ever larger, while others gulped it down and started to grope themselves.

The patrons were coming in more and more now. There were gay otters, hippie boys, even a young businessman with a leather tie. They all savored their drinks and sported erections, and the visits to the bathroom were so frequent that lines were starting to form. Jake loved seeing it all, being in the middle of it, and how handsy they were getting. He turned one corner and felt a hand cup his balls, fondling them through the fabric before another hand came up, stroking his blond goatee, petting it over and over.

"This is my favorite coffee house. The staff is so friendly." The young man said, his face covered with a short, meticulously kept beard while the leather tie hung from his neck. Jake sized him up a little before smiling.

"Maybe after my shift, I've got a lot on my plate right now." Jake said before he moved off, heading behind the counter to drop off the tray and the extra cups. He took one last scan of the floor before he stepped into the manager's office, his lips suddenly met by his brother's, feeling that soft, wooly beard against his lips. Jake pressed forward, starting to grind his own huge member against his brother's enormous one. Marcus reached down, unzipping Jake's fly before he slipped his equine meat through so they were cock to cock despite being dressed.

Jake panted, flipping up his brother's apron, tearing open his button up shirt before he leaned in, latching his lips onto his brother's nipple. With just a few tugs he started to get cream squirting into his mouth, flowing over his tongue. He guzzled it down, panting hard, moaning as he came into his own pants, his cock quivering against his brother's. He broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

"Fuck, you make me so horny." Jake whispered.

"Quite literally... I haven't had an addict like you before." Marcus whispered. Jake moaned, licking his lips.

"Maybe it's because I'm addicted to more than just your milk, bro." he whispered. Marcus let out a growl at that, his ear twitching as if the bull was trying to break out.

"We're getting close to the afternoon shift getting here, maybe you should pick out who you want to take home tonight. It's the weekend, you'll get to sleep in." Marcus said. Jake murmured softly.

"I guess you're right. As much as I want you to bone me hard, I could do some real fucking." Jake said. Marcus nodded, pulling his shirt back together and his apron down.

"And remember to clean up the evidence, we can't have our night crew realizing what we're up to." Marcus said. Jake considered for a moment.

"How do you keep from disappointing customers that the Cortados are different?" Jake asked. Marcus chuckled.

"I milk myself into bottles that claim to be imported cream. There's a little difference with the temperature and freshness change, but they just think that it's fresher coffee in the morning." Marcus said. Jake murmured.

"And what about Jose? He still gets to deal with the horny patrons? Have you introduced himself to your other side?" Jake asked. Marcus shook his head.

"Not yet, but I'm prety sure Jose's desperate to keep me from finding out he's gotten a few blowjobs from our customers." Marcus said. Jake chuckled more.

"The right hand doesn't know what the left is doing, but they're both jerking off impressive rods. What a fine establishment we serve." Jake said. Marcus shook his head.

"No, bro, this establishment serves us... We're the new order, ad the men are the buffet that will satiate our carnal desires. Now, let's get back out there and finish up our shift." Marcus said with a purr.

****

The brilliant afternoon sun shone on the windows of the Grind House, glinting off of the cars parked along the sidewalk and the sunglasses on the patrons lining up outside of the shop. The line stretched around the corner of the block, and that was with patrons moving in and out in fairly quick order. Jose Munoz moved along, already wearing a tight fitting black shirt and hip hugging pants. The real standout, though, was the metallic teal hair gel that had been worked into his fade. It complimented the natural warm tones of his skin and it caught a lot of eyes as he walked.

Jose turned past the crowds, squeezing in. As much as he wanted to ogle all the cute guys in line, he was eager to get to work, even so much so that he'd shown up twenty minutes earlier than usual. He tried to wave to Jake to get his attention but Jake was serving up a tray with seven drinks on it, a rather complicated feat. Glancing around, Jose didn't see Marcus behind the bar either and the line was only building. The answer was clear, clock in early and get to work.

The young man turned into the back kitchen and swiped his badge over the reader, the light turning green to accept the number. He clipped it onto an apron on a hook and pulled it down, getting ready to tie it on when he turned and stopped dead. Standing across the other side of the room was his manager, Marcus, standing over one of their creamer bottles with a funnel in it, looking like he was jacking off... except that the huge slab of meat resting on the counter was his cock.

Jose was in such shock, trying to process what he was looking at that it took the sound of a stream of milk hitting the funnel to shake him out of it. His jaw dropped even more, seeing not one but two streams. The white frothy liquid hit the funnel and spiraled down into the bottle, filling it up for another night of service. Jose started to inch back to the door. Was this what he had been serving his customers? Was this why they were so popular? Jose bumped the door frame, the vibration knocking the other aprons off the hooks.

Marcus turned, spotted Jose, and moved in a flash. Jose tried to run but an arm slipped around his waist, sliding him back with shocking strength. Jose started to call out but a hand came up across his face and he felt something pinch and pierce his septum before a wave of throbbing ecstasy washed over his body. Jose's back arched and he moaned, his breath constricted around the new nose ring, forcing him to breath through his mouth. He panted as his cock hardened and his nipples tingled.

The bearded manager slid the door shut and locked it before moving over to the milk frother. He hoisted up the bottle of cream and poured some in before turning the machine on. The warm milk was heated up to hot, whipped and frothed, the smell spilling into the air. Jose was still weak in the knees from being pierced and Marcus had an easy time grabbing him by the shoulders, bringing him over to the frother. As the smell hit him, Jose moaned even louder, his cock throbbing and aching.

Marcus came up behind his assistant, licking his lips as they pushed out from his face, his beard darkening as fur sprouted around his eyes and across his nose. His forehead swelled before the horns pushed out, and the manager's ears stretched and contorted into those of a bull. His shirt got tighter and tighter before buttons popped and his shoes were stretched out of place. Marcus could have helped save his wardrobe, but he always kept a spare in his office. The werebull leaned down, licking the assistant's ear.

"Jose, I've wanted to do this for so long... I'm glad I get a chance to now." Marcus said, reaching down to grab his huge dark dick, sliding it up and down the cleft of Jose's ass on top of his pants. Jose was gay, he'd had a fair number of boyfriends. That had always been something he liked having in common with his manager, but now here he was, a horse cock sliding up and down behind him. His sensibilities were waning as everything coursed through his system.

Marcus reached down, working his finger with a dark fingernail across the ass of Jose's pants, up and down until the material started to fray and then it split out, making a hole. He reached through the hole and tugged the underwear beneath down, exposing Jose's bronze ass cheeks beneath. The bull let out a snort from his nostrils as his huge member was brought up, the blunt end pushing forward between those meaty globes.

Jose let out a gasp and a moan as the blunt horse had hit his pucker, but his flesh was well used and his ass almost seemed to quiver to accept such a large guest. Marcus wrapped one hand around Jose's waist, starting to palm and grope his erection as he pushed in, popping the wide tip in before inches of shaft started to slide with ease. Marcus started to gyrate his hips, undulating them back and forth, faster and harder, gaining a deeper and deeper purchase into Jose's ass.

The young man moaned, writhing, humping against the hand before him. He bounced between the extremes, drool starting to leak from his lips... lips that were looking plump, darker, thicker. Jose's entire body was starting to look a bit darker. The dusting of hair on his chest was turning pitch black, more hair emerging from his arms While his face didn't immediately gain and stubble, his eyebrows were thickening and growing together, making a rather fearsome unibrow until the hair softened into fur and the fur spread in every direction.

With each thrust, Marcus was filling Jose deeper and deeper, practically filling his belly from the other side. Jose's cock was starting to stretch out in his pants, packing on inch after inch in length. As the blood rushed into it, the fawn colored skin darkened to a taupe, then a dark brown and finally black. The tip smashed against the tight pants, the rounded head blunting into a wide flare. Even the middle of his cock was bulging outward, taking on a medial ring worthy of a stallion more than a bull.

Jose's drool continued to leak from his lips as his horse cock was freed from his pants, let out in all its massive glory by the hand sliding up and down the length possessively. Marcus was starting to think he finally figured out how it all worked... The milk made people horny, reaching new levels of lust they never thought possible. The cursed rings gave them the traits of the were bull, but it was their sexual experience that determined how far they went, how much they took to it. Marcus grinned wide, letting out a moo as he realized that in time his brother would be just like him, a bull stud ready to take on the world. All he had to do was get Jake more practice, more partners, more sex.

Marcus mooed louder, fucking Jose deep and hard and fast, shaking his body. Normally Jose would have been a ragdoll in the arms of such a huge bull, but his body was packing on pounds of muscle, height, width and girth. He kept his otter body, more or less, but his shoulders broadened, his stance widened, and his horse cock started to leak pre as it was jerked off. Jose's head thrashed back and he shuddered happily, his jaw popping and snapping as his teeth flattened, his nose upturned and his ears took on fully cow like shapes.

As the were bull fucked his new recruit, the lithe form grew into a masculine powerhouse before him. Jose's shirt tore at the collar, his pants sagged lower and lower as the assistant's ball sack swelled bigger and bigger, filling with the were bull milk and cream hybrid. Marcus let go of the smaller bull's cock, reaching down and stretching to find one of his teats. Jose yelped and screamed out an obscenity before he moaned.

Marcus grinned, starting to tug and twist and pinch on the nub until Jose felt something new... his first milk. At first only a few drops leaked from the developing nipple, but then it became a small squirt, then a heavier one. Jose reached down, grabbing onto another of his teats and he started to tug and tug until it was spraying too, the milk spilling all over the floor. The milk came faster and faster until it was like pissing, the white load pouring all over the floor. Jose let out a scream of lust as his horse cock shot out globs of thick, yellowed cum across the floor tiles. Marcus chuckled, licking the broad, furry side of Jose's muzzle as it finished growing in, leaving the black bull in the brown bull's arms. As Jose came harder, his forehead swelled and then two sharp, demon like horns stretched out and up in an S like curve, mimicking his manager's.

"Well, I guess it was about time you got a promotion anyway Jose." Marcus whispered. Marcus panted hard, the silver ring dangling from his nose, his fingers still working his ball udders. He tipped his head back, looking at Marcus with sex glazed eyes.

"And this is the cream? I just put it in their drinks?" he asked, panting happily. Marcus reached up to stroke Jose's cheek.

"Oh yes, they'll drink your milk, and then they'll all want your seed. You'll have throngs of men throwing themselves at you." Marcus whispered, "Have fun, but don't stay out too late. I need you to open in the morning too." he smirked. Jose moaned, cumming again, not sure how he'd ever be able to hold himself back.

****

The sun was setting slowly, holding on to what it could over the city in a haze of salmon orange and faint purple. White Christmas lights were wrapped around the trunks of the palm trees and spot lights lit up the fronds, and the headlights of the cars were bright shining off of chrome bumpers and reflective street signs. It was easy to see in the Jeep Jake and Marcus found themselves in, driven by two of their customers. Jake sat on the lap of a caramel skinned man with blond hair, trailing his fingers through the frizzy curls as his lover moaned in Spanish, panting hard, his mouth still tasting of milk.

Jake rose up and down on the cinnamon shaft plunging into his ass, stretching his pucker wide, his own cock throbbing and aching with need. He glanced over to the driver with nicely coiffed hair, barely holding himself together as he got a hand job from Marcus. He sped toward the apartments, ready to enjoy a blissful night together. The group got whistles from a few of the street boys who spotted what was going on as they stopped at stoplights, only to resume once more.

"Fuck..." Jake whispered to himself, looking out at the surfers, the skateboards, the hopeless musicians, the bodybuilders. Every guy was attainable, every guy was an experience, and they were all ripe for the picking.

"That's what we're trying to do, bro." Marcus grinned from where he sat.

"It's so nice that you brothers are so close, super sexy..." The driver said. Jake licked his lips, looking at Marcus. He had no idea how to thank his brother, but he'd have to find a way. He was living the life, the dream, and it all spawned from a visit to the big city. He knew he'd have to tell his parents he was moving eventually, maybe even explain the nose ring or the goatee or the earrings. He felt them dangle in his ears, freshly pierced. He looked like a miniature version of his brother now, with the piercings and the facial hair.

Jake moaned, wondering if one day he'd be even more like his brother. Would he have bull horns? A full horse cock? Would he grow an epic beard that made men envious? Would their beards mesh and rub together like their cocks did? Would his udders bloat and feed dozens of men a day? Jake came a little against his lover's chest, causing the man to moan and kiss him. Jake's thoughts blended into a vague sense of accomplishment.

The night would bring him utter, or udder passion and in the morning he'd be able to think again. He'd reflect on everything that happened and try to plan for the future. In the moment, though, he was in heaven. His brain tingled with sexual delight, ready for another conquest or even two. If he could seduce them away from his brother he'd show him he was a real man, and maybe his brother would invite even more over. Jake howled as the cock started hitting his prostate, making him scream and moo out as the Jeep sped through the streets. The days were good, especially when they started out with a rich, frothy cortado from the Grind House.