SYBT: Several Cows, One Angry Brit, Even Odds
Story by thatpersonyouknow101 on SoFurry
Resident paramilitary man and irate individual Nigel had escaped from the security office and the plethora of dick and balls it contains, spending the majority of the day running and hiding he finds an opportunity to escape, however unbeknownst to him he had already been set up for a transformation time.
So You’ve Been Transmogrified:
Several Cows, One Angry Brit, Even Odds
For Nigel the day had started much like any other. Commute, coffee, coworkers, and then in the middle of a conversation with one of them the man had turned into a hulking mass of beef that tried to fuck him. Then bursting out into the office he found himself in a sea of bovine dick and balls the likes of which the human mind was not built to comprehend. Nigel was quick on his feet, years spent here and there doing things and stuff most people didn't want to know about had left him in such a position to be ready to react to any number of things. This one however had come close to breaking him.
The window seemed like the best course of action, regardless of the fall to earth that it would entail. From the second he hit the ground he was in combat mode. He ripped the now broken gas mask from his face and took a few deep breaths laying in the bush for just a few moments before rolling out of it and out of site of the window he had leaped from. He needed out, needed out right now, his body was racing as was his mind. He bolted around the exterior of the building looking for the gate in the perimeter wall to escape, he found it already in the control of the cows. There were other exits however.
Nigel spent the next few hours carefully skulking around the perimeter of the building, all he found were cows and those already in the throws of the change. Nigel felt naked without a weapon to defend himself with, all the times in the past he had found himself in the shit he had at least had a knife, or a stick. Now all he had were his wits, and his fists which were of course a decent weapon but against the six foot tall walls of meat he saw guarding all the ways he could easily escape he did not like his chances. He looked up the wall and sighed seeing the ten foot tall concrete all complete with barbed wire at the top separating him from what, miles of woods. He thought about that and decided that his chances were better in the woods. For now however he just needed to get out.
More time passed as he watched and thought about getting out, the cattle at the gates were as often fucking as they were guarding, and after some thought going over the wall was not exactly viable given the wire. So the options were now down to fight his way out, or what, sneak his way out. From the buildings he could hear the intermittent mooing that he could only assume were the poor bastards inside, granted based on how the cows at the gate were he doubted any of them were in a position to care. They looked like they were drunk off there own bodies most of the time. The sun was starting to set now, Nigel had heard the occasional scream or two, not bovine in nature, but most were soon followed by one. He thought that he must be the last normal person left after he heard no such human voices for a good long while.
At the moment he lay in the underbrush beneath a bush a few yards from his goal. The gate had no less than five larger bulls at it at any time since he had started watching it. The bulls milled about, often enough stroking their own cocks, or sucking there compatriots or just fucking each other. Nigel found himself drawn into the sight the longer he looked at it. It a way it was fascinating to watch, like porn only it was real. Granted Nigel had never really needed porn much in his life, often enough he could just go to a bar and have a time, but now hear in the dirt he was in a weird way glad for the entertainment. The only real snag he lamented with a perverse smile was that there were no girl cattle around, the only thing he had seen all day was dick and balls.
The Spirit almost laughed at the last thought the mans stream of consciousness spit out, he had wanted to overtake him quickly and with force but after listening to him the spirit found his mind entertaining. A military man trying to rationalize it all and even starting to enjoy the sights of his bulls. However now he could tell that he might yet be able to get the man in the bushes to give himself up, provided enough of the correct stimuli was directed at him properly. He wanted some heifers to come and show him a good time. That was simple enough, he thought he had owed the man at least that for giving him some entertainment for the back half of the day.
Looking around it was now clear to the Spirit that his work, transformationaly speaking was all but done. Once morning rolled around the day would begin an orgy the likes of which he could only imagine, until then however this man would have to do for entertainment.
Nigel saw movement and tried his best to see in the dimming light what was happening. Suddenly the flood lights kicked on and he blinked once in surprise. At the gate where a lot, a whole lot of cow girls. He tried counting them but rapidly found to many of them to similar to accurately measure the number. To his best guess, there were 6 black and whites ones, four pure white ones, 5 brown ones, and 2 yellow ish golden ones. All of them seemed to be fixated on the bulls guarding the gate. The bull having also likely seen nothing better than dick and balls all day were more than receptive to the willing pussy. Each of the five bulls pared off with his own little harem of bovine beauties as Nigel thought about, speaking of the devil.
Then came the display, the fucking, and mating that Nigel had wanted so badly to see. Pussy on a platter, is what Nigel would have described it as. The heifers offered the bulls themselves ,and the girls not being used simply fingered themselves waiting for their turn, or turned to the other heifers in search of amusement, fingers entering there waiting companions dripping slits as they kissed and smiled. Nigel found himself floored by it all, and more than a bit invested in the show. One of the bulls was sitting down on the ground, a heifer riding him as two other massaged his shoulders. He couldn't help but be a bit jealous of the bulls, here he was dirty, muddy, stinky and alone, while they got their rocks off and muscles relaxed.
All they had done all day was sit around sniffing each others balls, which Nigel knew was not merely euphemism. He found himself getting a bit irate at the thought of all those lovely girls simply throwing themselves at the lazy fuckheads. He blinked thinking that he had used the word lovely to describe the cattle of female persuasion before him. He looked out at them again. All of them were finely proportioned, bit tits, thick curvy figures, plump and firm rears. All of them could be either weight lifters or swimsuit models he thought. The only bits that threw him were the bovine features, muzzles, tails, the udders a few of them had. Why didn’t all of them have udders he wondered.
He shook his head trying to push the thoughts out of his head and tried to think about how he would get out of the situation. However, he could not help but return time and time again to the bovine lovelys before him. Finally after minutes of pained thought he couldn't help but realize he was too distracted by the writhing flesh before him. He was invested in the sights of pretty cattle fucking the shithead bulls. He grimaced at the thought of those fine, he licked his lips now as the word crossed his mind, fine, ladies over yonder letting those, bargain bin beef steaks have there way with them.
Nigel bit his lip feeling his dick, the whole time in a state of semi chub finally grow enough to be a proper erection. It had been eating away at the back of his thoughts the whole time. The subtext by which the whole train of thought he had taken was underlined by, his dick wanted to be thrust into the curves and folds of those supple bovines over there. Much to the detriment of his free will and humanity he was sure, but the desire was there nonetheless. Deep, primal and to the rational mind unexplained, the body wanted what the body wants, and in his case for some reason he now at least on a subconscious level wanted a bit of USDA grade A pussy.
He could still control himself though, it was firmly just a lustful fantasy. He huffed again as he sighed feeling himself start to sweat a bit more than he should be in his current state. Nigel took in a deep breath trying to calm himself, but it was having nill an effect on him. His dick was hard, his body was sweaty, his heart was beating faster and his mind was still taking all the images of sexy cattle getting pounded and replacing the bulls with himself. The heifers worshiping him and his cock, as the other bulls looked on. There dick hard and lacking stimulus as they watched a real alpha male mate and fuck the heifers properly.
Nigel shook his head dispelling the notion of himself as an alpha male, in command of the heifers, their fur, and tits, pussy, all dripping waiting for their turn to ride his long hard rod. Nigel buried his head in the dirt looking for relief from the now unending tirade of sexy thoughts entering his head. He took several deep breaths, breathing in heavily, and exhaling slowly as he kept his head buried in the dirt, eyes closed as he tried to keep the sexy image before him out of his head. After a few moments he felt more in control, his dick was still hard and screaming for attention, but he could at least think with a clear head again. He picked his head up and looked again at the cattle, feeling a bit more distance between himself and the situation. He tried to put a wall between himself and the actions of the herd.
It was porn, something to be watched, something to be enjoyed, not something to partake of. Harmless to him so long as he kept his distance and remained detached from the moment. He felt himself calming down now, he just had to wait a little longer, until the cattle fucked themselves into a stupor then he could make a run for it. HE smiled at the thought, just a little while longer, and then… he blinked once and took a mental count, he was one bull short of five. Nigel cursed under his breath realizing he had made a somewhat large mistake. Situational awareness was something that had been drilled into him, and he had drilled into others since forever. His eyes darted left and right looking for the missing bovine.
He held his breath, quieting his body as much as he could in an attempt to hear any footsteps. There he thought darting his eye to the left, the crunch of something under foot, under hoof, he thought as the black hoof of a cow came into view much closer to him then he would have liked. He winced running the numbers on what to do. Then another, and another, until he saw that a bull had brought his own mini harem all the way over to him. Not on top of him but within ten feet of his hiding spot. Nigel felt his whole body tense up, this was as close as he had gotten to the things since his dramatic escape from the office earlier that morning.
This close, he found something strange, the bull was still the object of his desire, but the cows, heifers, looked much easier on the eyes now. He felt hotter again and realized he was only getting more turned on, more so than before. His dick was screaming for attention now, military training was one thing, their you learned self control, how to be still, how to be quiet, how to disappear into the underbrush and wait. Not how to control your sexual feelings towards the thing hunting you, well not hunting at the moment but they sure as shit would once they knew he was in the bush.
Looking at the display of sex in front of him Nigel brought his head down realizing the only way he was going to get through this was to jack it. He sighed at the thought but he knew it was about the only thing he could short of booking it now, bad idea, or dry humping the earth, also a bad idea. He lamented that there was the option of grit and bear it but this was a bit out of the scope of his training. When it came to interrogation he would never talk under pressure, but then again the enemy would never dangle a sexy woman in front of him in an attempt to get him to do so. He shook his head trying to dispel the thoughts but only making his course of action all the more clear to him.
He took in a deep breath and brought his head up to see as two of the cows licked and lapped at the sitting bull's bit, worshiping the phallus as the bull drank from the udder of a brown cow and fingered a yellow furred bovine with his other free hand. Nigel rolled himself onto his side bracing himself against the main stem of the bush as he looked up at the cattle and reached a hand down into his pants. He looked away from the cattle and shook his head again not wanting to do this but knowing that it was the best way to clear his head. He looked up hearing a loud moo from the golden yellow cow. He watched the bull look at her dismissively a smug grin on his head as he turned his attention back to sipping from the udder of the brown heifer. The golden cow was on her knees now looking needily and disappointed at the bull. The orgasum he had given her clearly not enough.
Nigel wrapped a hand around his dick feeling a bit of pre wet his tip and he gritted his teeth feeling anger for the bulls disregard of the heifers needs. It was clear he was more concerned about having these fine ladies service himself rather than him servicing him, not even a bit of quid pro quo for the ladies was in evidence. It made his blood boiled. The deflated looking golden cow seemed to realize she was not going to get much more from the bull and walked off from him. Circling the little harem as she walked around them looking towards the bull, still wanting to get what she deserved Nigel thought.
He could help get her their, he licked his lips thinking about just how much he could help her get there. He might not be a bull but he knew how to treat a lady right, build her up, take her to the edge and then push her right over it. Her body was intoxicating to him now, those curves, that ass, she didn’t have an udder which was probably why he found her so much easier on the eyes than some of the others. Looking back over to the bull and his ladies he found there features to be if not appealing, then at least bearable. The bovine qualities the cattle had were becoming less and less of a turn off for him. The way there tails swung from side to side was nice, the appendage serving to draw his eye to there rear, and gave away their feelings of bliss in the way they lazily circled them as they lapped at the bulls cock. The lonely one had hers firmly tucked between her legs her emotion there as clear as the expression on her face.
There muzzles as well were distinctly more appealing to him than before, their faces still emotive and life like, not like those of the animals they so closely resembled. The range of emotions the muzzles could help express was clear, the pleasure and bliss of the trio of heifers pleasuring the bull, and then the sadness and need still in evidence. Looking down Nigel even found their hooves appealing now in a weird way, the legs of the bovines were longer and more muscular than those of a normal person. To Nigel it was something that he found notably more appealing than that of a normal woman, he always had a certain affinity for legs, long and slender, toned and muscular. Either and any were a serious turn on for the man and he found himself drooling over the sight a bit as he stroked himself a bit harder now.
He watched the golden cow come closer and closer until he was in essence looking up at her from below, she stood just in front of the bush he was under. He looked up seeing her slit, one of her fingers was teasing the dripping opening. Nigel took in a deep breath feeling the most flustered he had all night, he took in a deep breath after deep breath tasting the air, and detecting something off about it. Something different now about the air. He sniffed at it and detected something floral, something that made him all the more tense and lustful at the same time. Something deep in his mind conjured up images of big breasts, wide hips, and long legs. The scent, was of feminine origin he could tell now. He blinked keeping his eyes closed realizing now what was happening, the pheromones. The fucking pheromones. In the office that's what had what had done in all the members of the security team, something in the air, something potent and powerful enough to turn the minds of everyone into sex crazed cattle.
Nigel knew at that moment there looking up the cows pussy and wanting it, that he was done. He looked down at his body, he sighed, the changes were already in evidence he thought. His clothing felt tighter, his cock still in his hand felt a bit larger, and he noticed dark patches of skin on his arms that weren't dirt. It was over, but in that knowledge he decided that if he was going to be a sexy cow, he would at least show these bulls how to treat a lady. With that realization, he felt something in his mind click. He pulled his hand up from his pants and pushed himself off the ground gritting his teeth as he suddenly felt very powerful. He stood behind the golden heifer looking her up and down as he stood feeling his changing body morph further and faster.
Nigel felt his clothing becoming more and more restrictive by the moment, and realized that in a few moments he would likely have no need for it anyway. All it took was one swift motion for him to rip his shirt away, then his paints and undies, then it was done. He looked at his body, larger and more ripped then it had been in his glory days. His length now more than twice his original size and still growing. He took the lady cows shoulder into his grip and spun her pulling her close as he swung a hand behind her as he looked at her. His form now hulking with muscle as the fur began to grow in and cover his body.
The heifer looked the new male up and down seeing the massive cock between his legs and feeling the organ so tantalizingly close to her slit. The bull was still in the throws of his changes she saw but was already well worth her attention. She reached down with one of her hands and stroked the organ almost swooning over it. Nigel for his part smiled lustfully at the heifer, fully accepting his changes to come and deciding that he might as well enjoy the ride. He reached down feeling his arms swell with new power as he picked the heifer up, she let out a yelp of surprise as he did so. His arms changing and growing as he did so, his fingers becoming thicker and growing thick caps as his arms became overgrown with the brown fur the rest of his body was already covered by.
The cow now in his arms felt as he inserted his length into her, he watched as she winced and then as she melted in his arms wrapping herself around him as she slid down onto his dick. Nigel couldn't help but smile feeling the warm embrace of the beautiful bovine he cradled in his arms. As he smiled he suddenly felt a pressure in his face, his muzzle he thought. He threw his head up as his muzzle pushed out and the rest of his body changed, fur surging, muscles building, and other parts fusing.
In a moment he brought back down the head of a bull, muzzle, horns and a lustful grin that the heifer almost swooned at the sight of. A brown furred bull stood were the irate British man had moments earlier, and now the bull wanted to fuck. He grinned raising the heifer up a bit and then lowering her and raising her again up and down on his dick. She only clutched him harder as a result. Nigel took it slowly at first easing the girl into the motions and after a time he went faster and faster humping harder and harder putting more and more of his body's latent power into each subsequent thrust. Then she yelped, Nigel grinned at the sound as he felt himself already on the brink of climax, he held himself in reserve for his lady for as long as it took for her to moo loudly, he did the same giving into the desire to claim the heifer for his own.
Two long and deep moos exited the cattle as Nigel sat still holding the heifer in his arms. He smiled down at the trembling bovine feeling the post orgasmic bliss that gave their embrace so much more punctuation. The moment felt complementary to him, his own satisfaction dependent on that of his lover, and he could see the bovine was feeling plenty of that, her face looked up at his. She clutched his fur and pulled herself into him all the tighter. Nigel brought himself and the heifer to the ground, sitting down and letting the moment breath. Nigel felt at peace, and was also still himself in someway, he still wondered when he would just melt away in a mindless cow fuck monster, or was he already and just didn’t know. Either way the moment was perfect. Until he heard a snort from behind.
Nigel looked up and then turned his head to see the hulking figure of a bull behind him. Behind the bull stood the other three heifers all looking a bit flustered to Nigel. It was clear that goldy was not the only cow that the bull had failed to fully accommodate. However at the moment it was clear the bull was not happy about Nigel taking a member of what he assume to be his personal fuck me fan club. Nigel returned the bulls angry stair with a snort of his own. He looked down at the golden heifer and rubbed her head. She seemed to understand the look and slid herself off his dick, both whined a bit and Nigel swore she blushed when a small stream of his seed leaked back out of her sex. The sight also seemed to interest the other heifers who directed all the attention to the sitting male as a posed the one they had been worshiping prior.
Nigel stood up, and immediately felt the bull deflate a bit. Nigel was a big bastard, a good 8 feet tall, while the other bull looked to be about 6, not shabby but given the circumstances not good enough. The bull blinked and pulled from some place of confidence before snorting and pointing at the larger male.
“They are mine, go get your own fuck head.” the bull said fuming.
Nigel had heard it before, had dealt with it before, and knew the proper way to deal with such thinking. He took a deep breath and walked over to the bull, intimidating as hell and saw the lesser bovine shaking now, not much but it was their, his body was awash with nervous energy, clearly too proud to flee, but to scared to fight. There was no emotion in Nigel's voice, no tone, no enunciation. It was the voice of fact, clear communication of his intent and the will to follow through on it.
“Get out of my sight before I break you…” Nigel looked down seeing the bull's cock, and then back up to him, a slight smirk breaking on his lips as he did “... little bull.”
The last bit of Nigel's words seemed to deflate the bull entirely. However some remnant of confidence remained and now Nigel leaned down to the bulls face and scowled, a hint of anger in his voice as he simply said.
“Now”.
The bull walked off leaving no parting words and actions, just hung shoulders. Nigel smiled at the thought of putting the lesser male in his place. He then felt the sudden and welcome attention of the ladies. All four females felt in their presence a man worthy of their attention. Even goldy still recovering from there little romp was there gripping his body and rubbing his muscles all the while admiring his cock. Nigel smiled at them, and touched them, feeling their fur in his hands as he decided how he would please each and every one of them, over and over, until they were satisfied, and then the next group of heifers that fell under his influence, and the next, and so on. He licked his lips looking to the brown one with the udder. It might have been a turn off before, but now the sight of the drooping milk sack only made him thirsty.
The Spirit looked at his latest creation with an approving nod. He realized that he and Molly had definitely let quantity of cattle overcome quality. Something to be resolved tomorrow, he so did hate it when one of his creations failed to get their rocks off. He felt as if it was a failing of his own, and as such went out of his way to correct it if he could. Tomorrow would be a further opportunity to do so, the sun was all but set now, the light only coming from the spotlights that lite up the gate area. Then the Spirit heard something.
An engine turned over, tires squealed and he turned to see a car speeding towards the gate. The bulls meant to guard it all consumed by their harems and alike did nothing to stop it and The spirit watched as the car exited the grounds and left his sight. He blinked once thinking it impossible that such a thing could happen. And then smiled evilly knowing that the occupant would be surprised once he appeared in their back seat. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers and was gone without so much as a puff of smoke.