SYBT: What Happens in the Security Office…
#6 of SYBT: The Pennsylvania Bovine Indecent of 20XX
Trying to figure a way out of their situation Ann and Peter back some of the taps up and try to see if any of other members of the security team are left, spoiler, their not.
So You've Been Transmogrified: What Happens in the Security Office...
"And there goes lab four." Ann said tuning the camera to follow the hulking bull and its female master.
"She looks like the queen bitch, how the hell is she doing all this, magic?" Peter asked pointing at the blond haired bovine. Ann shrugged and looked through the rest of the camera banks, whatever was happening it was clearly too far gone to stop now. The number of sexy cows people in the building was growing at an exponential rate that would only stop once they ran out of humans to convert, and then what? Ann thought to herself, have a big orgy maybe?
"Eventually they have to go to sleep right? Maybe we can make for the woods then around nightfall?" Ann asked looking up at Peter who pondered the thought for a moment.
"Maybe, hey can you rewind the security office footage, I wanna see what happened in there" he said pointing to button that would bring up the footage. Ann pressed a few keys and buttons and the playback appeared on one of the screens.
"Why do you wanna see this?" she asked pressing play.
"Maybe someone got out..." he said thinking about his friends in that part of the building and then looking as the events of about an hour ago started to play out.
Hank picked up the package and jostled it slightly he looked left and right up and down the hallway looking for whoever had left it. Its owner was nowhere to be found, looking down at the label on the box he saw it was addressed to the office, more specifically his boss. He shrugged and walked the package in. Walking past the rest of his colleagues nodding to a few as he reached his bosses door. He knocked once and the door opened slightly having been ajar. Hank poked his head in and saw his boss leaned back in his chair with his legs propped up on his desk.
"Hey Boss, got something for you." Hank said coming into the room properly. His boss a man named Preston planted his feet back on the floor and slapped the desk looking at the package.
"Who's it from?" Preston asked yawning.
"Uh..." Hank looked down at the label and saw it was internal, however the department that it was coming from was scratched out, "looks like its internal, but uh I can't tell the department."
"Give it here." Preston said standing and taking the package. He looked down at processed the same information that Hank had seconds earlier looking over it further he decided to set it down and then fished a small pocket knife from his Pants. He ran the blade down the taped exterior and then opened the flaps. There was a puff of white followed by some metallic sounds and a barely audible hissing.
"Ah what the fuck." Hank said taking a few steps back and then hitting the door causing it to close and latch over. Both men started coughing as the white powder filled the air in the room was taken into their lungs. However after a few minutes the dust dissipated and the two looked down at the package thinking worst case.
"Anthrax?" Hank asked a growing look of concern on his face. Preston was looking into the box and saw a strange metallic cylinder, he was ignoring his subordinate for the moment trying to run the numbers in his own head. He looked over the box and then blinked as a light flashed and another round of white powder was expelled from the box this time hitting him directly in the face.
"Fuck boss." Hank said running over to his side. Preston had taken a few steps back and now leaned against the wall trying to rub the powder off his face. Both men were coughing again and as Hank came up to his side he thought that Preston looked bigger, not height wise but mass wise.
"You ok?" he asked gripping the other man's shoulder.
"Yeah, I think..." he broke into another fit of coughing, "I feel kinda weird." He said taking a hand to his temple and wincing.
"Yeah, me to." Hank said letting the man go his eyes wandering up and down his bosses toned and muscled body. He shook his head dispelling the thoughts about his boss. However he could already feel the blood rushing down to his crotch, he took a few steps back and sat on the edge of Preston's desk starting to breath a bit heavier than normal.
Preston looked at Hanks body and licked his lips, Hank noticed the gesture but was strangely not put off by it, it anything it made him think more and more lustful thoughts. Both men rapidly found that making rational decisions was becoming harder and harder by the second, their trains of thought being derail as rapidly as they could be thought up. Save for their brains lustful discourses on the others bodies. Both were breathing heavily now huffing and puffing as they watch the other males bodies grow bigger, and bulkier, more muscles,more hair. Both could only think of what it would be like to ride, or be ridden by the other hunk. Preston leaned his head up and then reached a hand down his paints grasping his own cock thick and meaty, he gritted his teeth as he did so feeling the trembling piece of meat sending positive stimulation up his body to his brain which demanded more.
With his pants in the way Preston could do little to satisfy his growing lust, a pained look arose on his face as he tried his best to pleasure himself without losing his dignity. His growing body however stopped that, his hands swelling to large to be contained in the pants which were already too small for the mans growing frame. He finally could not take the pressure anymore and with both his hand ripped the fabric from his hips exposing his hardening cock to the air and releasing a powerful stream of pheromones that assaulted both the men's senses. Preston looked at his massive cock now a distant part of his mind knowing that this morning he had only 6 or seven inches hard to his name but now he had at least double that. He took both his massive hands gripping the cock at the base and the other on his shaft which he started to stroke slowly.
Hank looked at the man stroking his cock with bated breath, he rubbed at his own throbbing erection through his clothing gritting his teeth as he watch the other man slowly give into the same voice that were screaming at Hank to give in and just let loose. He looked down at his own tented pants and saw a wet spot forming were the tip of his cock met with the fabric. He rubbed the affected area with his now swelling hands, wanting so badly to be able to be like his boss and just rip off the clothing and be free to do as his body wished. He then looked back at Preston who he could see now was definitely bigger in every sense of the word, he had gained at least a hundred pounds, all muscles by the looks of it, gone from being a modest 5 10 to being at least 7 foot now and had a monster cock that would make a porn star blush. Hank watched the big meaty hands stroking the long shaft and imagined what it would feel like in his own body, his mouth, his ass, in his own hands. He licked his lips as the thought rolled over his remaining inhibitions.
He then widened his eyes seeing Preston's body beginning to change more, he saw his hands, the tips of his finger growing thick black caps. The hair that had been goring thicker on both their bodies seemed to condense and start to grow thicker on his. The skin that remained was rapidly swallowed up by the mass of growing black fur that seemed to be spreading all over the man's body. Already his arms, hands and upper torso were covered in it.
Hank gulped feeling a twinge of fear well up inside himself only to be crushed by the much faster rising tide of lust. He took another deep breath this time noting the earthy pungent smell that was filling the room. He took several deep whiffs of the odor closing his eyes savoring the scent as his nostrils process the information and sent it back to his mind. It reminded him of a locker room, full of sweaty bulls, ready and waiting for the chance to strip off all there heavy gear... bulls? He thought it to himself looking back at Preston with a small amount of clarity, he was turning into a bull! The thought hit him like a ton of bricks, especially as he saw Preston's black fur round over his hips and saw a wiry black tail descending down from his rear with a tuft of black fur at the end. One part of his mind felt the need to run and another more loud voice suggested they stay, bulls were strong, powerful, sexy.
Hank looked back up at Preston seeing the changes further rolling over the man's humanity. He looked down and saw the fur already surging past his knees and saw his feet restructuring into hooves. So engrossed was he in the sight of watching flesh meld and harden into black cartilage and hoof that he failed to properly control his own growing strength and ripped the zipper of his pants causing his own dick to become exposed to the air. The sudden easy access to it resulted in Hank grasping his dick and stroking it watching as Preston further changed into a bull. The scent of both the men, there deep and rich musk filled both there nostrils deepening there appreciation for their own bodies as they stroked their cocks Hank looking at Preston and Preston thinking about Hank.
Preston then looked down at Hank as his body entered the last throes of its change. Hank looked on in amazement as his bosses face began to push outward, the black fur spreading upward over his thick neck and running up the back of his head. His ears were shifting up now growing longer and twitching slightly. Hank and Preston made eye contact both the men's minds over run with horny thoughts of the other, of what they might be able to do with one another. Hank saw Preston lick his lips as his muzzle pushed out properly and two white horns grew from the top of his head. The fur filled in the last bits of skin and Hank looked up at the freshly minted bull who was in turn looking down at him with a lustful grin on his lips.
Preston pulled away the tattered remains of his shirt and pants and stood before Hank with nothing but the fur on his back and his rock hard dick. Hank looked down at the throbbing piece of meat and the two softball sized additions that went with it and then back up to their owners face a sheepish look plastered on his own. He was surprised when Preston leaned down smiling at him as his head passed Hanks. Hank blushed again seeing the kneeling bull sniffing his crotch looking at his member sticking up through his pants. Hank took his hands away from his crotch and put both of them behind him leaning back giving Preston a better position and view of the man's growing cock.
Hank knew that his dick had grown at least a few inches since it had escaped his pants but had no real frame of reference to gauge how big it was and at present did not really care. He gritted his teeth feeling Preston run his tongue up the length of his shaft. Then Preston pulled away his pants tearing them from his body and ripping the undies from his as well. Hank knew that this was wrong on some level but it was a level so deep and buried that it might as well have been nonexistent, instead all he wanted was more, more of the bull, to be more like the bull. With that thought the hair on his own thoroughly muscled body started to thicken and condensed into the same coarse fur that Preston now sported. His however was not the same jet black as Preston's, it was instead coming in as a muddy brown color.
Preston backed away from the now exposed dick for a moment, long enough to look up at the red and needy face of Hank and return his own lustful grin putting his back into the other man's crotch and taking a deep whiff of his developing scent. He liked the smell and after a moment of appreciation for it ran his tongue up Hank's throbbing cock and then enveloped it with his mouth. Taking in the length and running his tongue around the thick member of the bull to be, savoring the earthy tones of its flavor and the fell of the warm organ in his mouth. Preston reached the base of the man's shaft and then he went up and then down sucking as he went tasting the thickening bulls cock, savoring his dense musk and feeling the trebling cock in his mouth.
The muddy brown fur started to spread faster over Hanks body covering his whole torso in seconds as he grasped the edge of the desk with his thickening fingers. The fur then spread over Hanks broadening shoulders his arms thickening with new toned muscle. His fingers growing thick black caps like those that Preston had. The fur then rounded his thighs thickening his upper and then lower legs as it flowed down his skin. He winced in pain for a moment feeling the odd sensation of his feet reshaping into hooves. His neck lengthened a bit and started to bulk up as the fur started to spread up now crossing over his chin and up the back of his head as his face started to push out into a muzzle. Hank licked at his lips taking in all the sensations hitting his mind as his boss continued to suck him off. Two horns perked up through his changing hair which was now integrating with his fur changing his light brown hair into the same darker muddy color of his fur. The rest of his face then pushed out completely removing the last visages of the man's humanity.
With his new look complete his whole body then tensed up as he felt a jet of cum rush forward from his dick into the mouth of Preston. Preston Stopped sucking an instead pulled himself from the dick in time to avoid the second spurt of cum which kicked off Hanks orgasm proper as he shot load after load of cum into the air. Preston looked on with a lustful smile on his face as he watch the bull orgasm. Hank fell backward resting his back on the desk as his mind was flood with the pleasurable thoughts that came with his first orgasm in his new body. The feeling of bliss slowly retreating from his mind which was still stuck in a lustful fogginess that prevented him from thinking about anything other then fucking. He turned his gaze up to Preston a few drops of his cum still dripping from the mans face and body. Hank looked at the bulls lustful gaze as he came back in closer to him. Leaning down on the desk and coming in close to the tip of his muzzle before taking him by the chin and kissing him.
It was an interesting experience for him, the fleeting peck on his lips was followed by a much more forceful advance which Hank reciprocated, the two bulls locking lips and tongue as they passionately embraced one another. After a few moments Preston backed off a bit still looking lustfully down at his partner who was waiting with bated breath for the black bulls next advance. Preston grabbed the muddy brown bulls hips and hoisted him up onto the desk properly lifting his legs and exposing his ass. Preston looked and saw the puckered orifice and licked his lips. Hank gulped and bit his lip imagining Preston's foot long rod driving its way into his rectum. The feeling of the powerful bull riding him hard and fast. Preston took a finger and probed into Hank's ass feeling the tight warm whole readily receive the thick meaty finger. Hank who had never so much as thought about sticking something up his ass until now was breathing heavily at the object a fraction of the size of the main course being inserted.
Preston grinned wickedly removing his probing finger using the free hand to grip the other of Hanks legs. He slid his grip down throwing Hank's legs over his shoulders and putting his dick in the precipice of his rear. Preston looked down at his meaty rod and then back at Hank who was full prepared to take him and be ridden by him. Preston did not make the other bull wait inserting his length into him slowly feeling the expanding flesh of the man's rear accept the length all the way down to the base of his shaft. Hanks eyes lit up and let out a loud grunt as the other bulls shaft penetrated his virgin ass. He felt the pain but that was soon replaced with pleasure as Preston started to ride the other bull for all he was worth. Hanks mouth hung open as his mind was blanked white by the overwhelming sensory input.
His stretched rectum, Preston's dick hitting his prostate and even entering his colon. His body began acting on its own, executing its own agenda separate from what little rational thought remand in the brown bulls dwindling mental capacity. One of his hands reached forward stroking his own dick again, still rock hard. Preston's thrusting quickened and became more and more primal as both men succumbed to the animal instinct compelling them to orgasm and let rip there seed. Then with one last thrust Preston sent Hank into another orgasm, causing the brown bull to splatter his face with his own cum. The trembling sensation as Hanks body tensed as the orgasm rippled across his body was also enough to send Preston into his own orgasm. The black bull dumped his own seed into Hank's ass, Preston planted his dick firmly inside the other bull and huffed, breathing heavily as he felt his seed leave his body and enter the other bull feeling the warm liquid well up inside and then start to flow back outward dripping down both of the bulls.
After a few moments Preston pulled himself from the other bull with a wet plop that caused Hank to wince slightly before falling back to the desk breathing heavily and looking drunkenly at the black bull. He walked around the desk and came up to the head of the brown bull. Preston rubbed the other bulls head a bit smiling at him and then left the room leaving the brown bull to rest for the time being.
Preston looked outward at the office now a see of masculine bovines fucking one another, he folded his arms and watched his domain, some fully changed other in the throws of the there own changes and all of them in loyal service to him, and he in serve to their queen. In time she would come to him to check on there progress for the moment however, their was a sea of tight ass's and warm mouths.
The thought however was broken by the shouting of obscenities as one of the office doors flung open. A large rust colored bull retreated from the room holding his nose as a man in a gas mask all but jumped out of the room throwing what seemed to be a red stapler back into it at something as he did so. He then looked around at the room his body tensing and another stream of obscenities leaving his mouth. He started walking backwards as a few of the bulls without a partner at the moment started approaching him. He pointed at a few screaming.
"BACK OFF!", the warnings meant nothing to the bulls, the man was unarmed and they had numbers and power. The man turned ducking to avoid a bull trying to sneak up on him firmly punching the aggressor in the nuts as he did so causing the bull to fall to the floor tripping a few of the others in the process. The man looked around left and right, and then turned to face the window a few feet from him. Preston tracked the man as he dead sprinted for the window and burst thought he glass as he disappeared from sight. Preston walked over to the broken window pushing the other bulls aside as he went and looked down at the ground. The office was on the second floor of the building and looking down Present saw the man was gone, a smashed bush under the window was all that hinted at his presence. Preston shrugged and turned his attention back to the room full of fucking bulls.
"Well that was uh... something." Ann said looking over at Peter whose face was white, "You know who the guy that took a flying leap was?" she asked.
"Not sure, see if you can find him on the cameras." He asked looking around at the other monitors.
"Sure thing... oh fuck." Ann said looking at one of the feeds, "hide." she said pointing to one of the cabinets.
Both got inside and closed the door in time to see a large black bull phase through the wall. He looked around and sniffed at the air. Both Peter and Ann held their breath as they watch the bull look around the room. After a few moments he turned his attention to the monitors and after clicking a few buttons and looking at some of the feeds he nodded to himself and phased back through the wall. Ann jostled the door and both her and Peter spilled outwardly on the floor.
"What the fuck was that?" Peter asked looking at the door the bull had just walked through.
"Fuck if I know, christ this is fucking nuts." Ann observed standing up and offering a hand to Peter. Both returned to the monitors and glanced over at the door half expecting the bull to return.