You Can't Milk Bulls!!!
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Noah hugged the little brown package to his chest as he quickly closed the door of his apartment behind him. Tossing his keys onto the nearby table, his heart was racing as he rushed to the kitchenette, plucking a knife from a nearby drawer. Sitting down at the table, Noah carefully sat down the package, the return address reading Lovers Labs. Part of him wanted to toss the package, to throw it away and forget he ever ordered it. The other couldn’t wait to tear it open. Picking up the knife, he ran the edge along the taped borders of his package, the lid popping open.
Reaching inside, he pulled out a mottled, black and white pill bottle labeled Bovae. His mouth dried at the sight of it, Noah running his thumb over the cover. The medication was made to simulate the sensation of becoming a hucow or humanoid cow, more specifically, a Minotaur. Noah never was the manliest of the men that he knew, and he thought it might have been fun to be the biggest bull in the barn, so to speak. After glancing over the instructions, Noah proceeded to strip out of his clothing, unsure as to just how drastic the changes would be. He didn’t believe himself to be puny by any means, but there was plenty of room for improvement. A bit scrawny for his taste, he hoped this medication would help his situation, if only for a bit.
Breaking the seal on the pill bottle, the first thing he noticed was the strange smell. It wasn’t anything he expected, the scent instead coming off like a cool glass of milk. Pursing his lips, he gave one last cursory thought before digging out one of the capsules, popping it into his mouth. The bottle said he was to bite then swallow, Noah almost pausing when milk filled his mouth soon after. This had to be one of the weirdest medications he’s ever tried; regardless, he swallowed. Leaning back in his chair, the young male struggled to stay calm, trying not to rush things. But already, his body was warming up, his mind excited at the prospect of becoming a powerful bull. He would spend his evenings having ladies swoon over him, drawn in by his muscle, breeding day in and day out, only stopping to be milked. A pair of strong hands on his swollen, aching- Wait…
Confusion crossed his brow, Noah trying to figure out what that just was. Bulls didn’t get milked… But maybe he would if he was really good? It wouldn’t hurt, right? A pair of hands rubbing his tender nipples, soothing them as they swelled more and more- NO!! Something was off, these thoughts weren’t his. They had to be some kind of side-effect.
Making his way into the bathroom, Noah fought to keep his mind off the heat growing inside his body as he quickly flicked the light on. Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at the same cropped brown haired, blue eyed male that he always had. Except… His chest seemed more developed. Smirking a bit, he brought his shoulders back, standing up straight to jut out his chest a bit.
“Yeah… That’s looking better already…” He said to no one in particular, eyeing over the changes.
Bringing a hand up, he brushed his hands over his right pectoral, pausing when he did so. Was his chest always so soft? Doing everything he could to tense up his chest, the softness didn’t change in the slightest. In fact, it seemed like his chest was getting a bit bigger as well. Bringing his other hand up, he proceeded to caress the growing flesh before letting out a sharp gasp when his fingers found his nipple. Panting softly, he looked down as he absentmindedly brushed a stray lock from his face, too distracted to notice the further changes. Giving his nipple another brush, his breath caught as he began to toy with it. When he pinched, however, Noah’s knees nearly buckled out from under him, his free hand catching the counter to stop him from falling. He couldn’t even let out a gasp as his hand pinched even harder, his knees trembling from the treatment.
“G-gotta… s-stop… M-muh…Mo- Make it…”
Shifting back against the wall, his other hand immediately grasped ahold of his pert nipple, his fingers dexterously massaging the growing nub. He found the best treatment was to tug on them, his legs trembling as he slid down toward the floor. He tugged harder and harder, gasping moans leaving his lips as his trembling cock pulsed with every tug.
Immediately, his eyes shot open, a hand covering his mouth. Did… Did he just… Lowering his hand, he gave his elongated nipple a long tug before arching his back.
“M-MOOOOOOO!!!!”
His hips lifted off the ground, a jet of cum shooting from his cock, falling on the floor before several more followed. More shocking, however, was the jet of fluid that sprayed from his nipples, the warm liquid falling on his face. Twitching a bit, his body stayed arched there as he slowly came down, Noah collapsing soon after. His chest heaved up and down, his budding breast jiggling slightly with each heaving breath.
Looking up at the ceiling, he finally managed to think clearly now that the lust had subsided for a moment, but already his cock was starting to twitch back to life. Slowly getting to his feet, Noah felt the new weight on his chest, his hands cupping under his new breast before giving them a slight bounce. This wasn’t supposed to happen; he was supposed to become a minotaur… Not some big titted, ditzy, cow girl who can’t wait to get a pair of strong hands wrapped around her ud- STOP!! He had to focus.
A few shaking steps later, and Noah was back at the table, hands wrapped around the bottle as he searched over it, groaning when his suspicions were confirmed. Variant F… How the hell could he be so stupid?! He should have just gone to his doctor instead of ordering from a stupid third party supplier… He’d have to call someone about this, probably the company themselves. His doctor would have to know, for sure, but he was safe to tell, right? Noah would go see him tomorrow morning and let him handle his big sore udders. Sure, he wasn’t a proper farmer, but he was always so gentle with him.
With that settled, he’d have to make the best of the situation. Tucking his hair behind his new elongated ear, Noah made his way to the bedroom, already starting to adjust to the additional weight on his body. He could feel his hips getting wider already, each step making his roll back and forth. Still though, it felt slightly awkward with his swollen cock bouncing back and forth. Looking down at it, he cocked his head to the side before wrapping his fingers around it.
“I’m gonna have to take care of you again, aren’t I? But you just seem so… Boring.”
It wasn’t nearly as sensitive as his long nipples, which were already starting to hang off of his now swollen udders. Every little movement sent a shudder through them as Noah began to stroke his male hood. Leaning over the bed, he used a hand to keep him standing as he stroked faster and faster, his body beginning to rock back and forth. This felt better to him for some reason, more right. He rocked faster and faster, his heavy udders swaying back and forth. Both of his hands were on the bed down as he rocked faster and faster, his rear perking upward as he shifted to his tippie-toes.
“Oooooh… This is sooooo… Moooooooooooooooooo!!!”
She panted loudly as the small of her back began to poke outward, her rocking growing more pronounced as her new tail grew more and more pronounced growing longer and longer. Noah was drooling at this point as she let out another braying moo of pleasure, milk pouring from her aching nipples. Dropping her head to the bed, her hips stayed held aloft, continuing to bounce as if held by some invisible lover. Finally, a spray of fluids hit the floor as her legs finally buckled, her tender quim pulsing from the orgasm that just rocked her form.
A cum drunk smile marred her face, as a pair of nubby horns held her hair back from blocking her gaze. What was she so worried about again? Noah was a good cow, right? She didn’t do anything bad, did she? No, of course not.
Quickly standing up, Noah’s tail swished happily behind her, a ball of brown fuzz dotting the tip of it as she rushed to grab her phone. Richie would prove it! Richie was Noah’s bestest best friend. He wouldn’t let Noah be a bad cow! Plopping down on the couch, she quickly pulled up their last messages, beginning to text away.
Hey Richie?
Yeah? Sup Dude.
Could you pop on over really really quickly? I need a favor.
Ummm… Everything okay?
Of course! I think so… Can you come?
Umm, sure. Give me about half an hour.
And Richie?
Yeah?
Am I a good cow?