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New Found Formula

By Von Krieger

Clyde let out a sigh and puffed thoughtfully on his pipe.

He stared down at the bottles and vials spread out on the table before him, all filled with various colors of a cloudy substance that was thick and syrupy. In the more than four decades he'd been on the farm, born just in the other room as a matter of fact, he'd always done things the traditional way, the natural way. But in the past few weeks Anders Farms, virtually his next door neighbors, had been taking all his business. Somehow they were producing an incredibly vast amount of milk, and somehow were managing to sell it at higher prices. The stuff was supposed to be delicious, wonderfully vitamin filled. They'd built an immense new barn, tossed up barbed wire fencing all around the property. There were even guards out doing patrols at night to make sure no one was spying on them.

Clyde had spent the last few nights standing just across the creek that divided the Anders' land from his own, just staring, wondering what the hell they'd managed to do to turn things around overnight, it seemed.

There were people driving in at all hours of the day, coming to work it seemed, and then leaving in the evenings. Though not all of them; some stayed overnight. Hell, he could see at least a dozen cars parked in front of the farmhouse that never seemed to leave. He hadn't a clue what was going on there.

Last night he'd decided to take matters into his own hands, to see what their secret was. He was an old farm boy; he knew how to get over barbed wire, even on top of chain link, without hurting himself or damaging the wire. He'd made it halfway to the barn before he'd found out about the security patrols. Well, more like one of the security patrols found out about him.

He'd been stunned on several levels. First of all, they'd all been women. Second, they were all absolutely gorgeous. Third, they all looked like something out of an Amazonian fetish book, not one of the four was a hair under six feet in height. In fact all but one had to be at least seven feet tall, if not more. Two of them had been big and blonde, almost like sisters. The other two seemed to be into that goth subculture, their skin made up to be almost bone white, heavy makeup on their faces. One of them was similarly statuesque, while the other was just about Clyde's size. They looked more like strippers than a legitimate security force, what with their mid-riff exposing tops, buttoned to the point where they barely contain the generous bosom beneath, an almost scandalously short skirt, fishnets, and heeled boots, the two wan women wearing platforms. But hanging on their belts were a number of assorted items that spoke of an actual job as security.

One of them began to reach for her nightstick, another her radio. The smaller one had raised a hand, a signal for her fellow guards to halt their actions. She'd looked at him with wide eyes. "Mister Williams?" she'd said with a bit of disbelief and recognition.

Commander Kate, as she was named, shooed off the other three guards, stating that he was a neighbor, and that they should skip normal procedure and that she'd just walk him to the gate and send him on his way. The other girls seemed almost... disappointed, the one still rubbing her hand absently over her nightstick with a wide grin on her face.

Apparently Kate was a cousin of the Anders family, and had come out to live in the country. Likely she'd gotten into some sort of trouble, since she didn't seem interested in talking much about herself when Clyde had asked how she knew him. Somehow on the walk to the gate, he'd ended up spilling the beans about why he'd snuck in, just out of feelings of helplessness and desperation. He'd had a few beers in him to work up the nerve to go over the fence, and he'd been a bit emotional at the time.

Kate had sighed and left him at the gatehouse, the guard another one of those weird, pale, goth girls. Only this one had sported just about the hugest tits Clyde had ever seen. He was polite, though, and kept his back to her, trying not to stare. He'd been told to wait, and that Kate would be back with something for him.

She'd returned with a backpack, red faced and out of breath, with several bottles inside. They still sported their soft-drink labels, and had Boy Cow, Girl Cow, Milk Cow, Beefy Cow, Fun Cow, and a few others scrawled on them with various colors of markers.

"You'll want to put that," she pointed to the Beefy bottle, "in the general water supply. That," she pointed to the Girl Cow two-liter, "into the milker feed, and that..." she pointed to the former Sprite bottles marked Milk Cow, "that's best injected. Don't tell anyone I gave this to you, okay? Also tell Jenny down at the co-op that you're trying out the Anders feed. They need to use a method a bit different from the usual pasteurization to make sure that all the stuff you don't want normal people drinking is filtered out."

Clyde had stared at her for a moment, and then managed to get out "Fun Cow?" with a look of incredulity and a raised brow. It was the only one in a glass bottle and sported the Anders Farms logo. There were a bunch of dairy farms in the county and surrounding area owned by descendants of the original Anders family. This farm was just one of the bigger ones.

"Umm... I think that's something someone is working on. Alcohol kind of a thing, like that stuff the Mongols used to drink. I don't know what it tastes like. I'm not allowed to have any yet," she said, seeming almost wistful. "Everyone else says that it's good stuff. I could take it back if you don't want it..."

"Nah, I guess I'll keep it. Try and work up the nerve to try it someday," he said, smiling a bit.

"I think you'll really enjoy it, Mister Williams. You ought to notice things getting to work in about 12-24 hours. Though don't use too much on the cows. Weird things happen," Kate had said with an odd smile, "Now get out of here before someone comes around who isn't under my command, or one of my own girls."

Clyde had been kind of confused about that. Well, the whole thing had confused him. It seemed like some strange, surreal dream. If he hadn't woken up that morning with the bottles of mysterious substance in the fridge he would've chalked it up to drunken dreams influenced by a TV left on showing old sci-fi movies.

He sighed, breathing out a cloud of smoke. Apparently they were some sort of hormone therapy things. How much was too much, though? He supposed he could try it out on one of his lower yield cows. The cows were almost family, and he wasn't even sure what this stuff would do.

Another sigh. He felt like a drink, but he'd used up a few cans of light beer and the last of his whiskey in order to work up the nerve to fence hop. He took a look at the one glass bottle amidst all the others. Was he really that desperate?

Then again he'd consumed just about every kind of milk product. He reached out and grabbed the bottle, pushing down on the cap and giving a practiced twist. The bottle gave off a surprising hiss.

"Good lord, it's carbonated," Clyde said with a chuckle, a pleasant fruity scent filling the air. Well, at least it smelled rather pleasant.

Clyde took a sip, and found the sip turning into a gulp, and the gulp into a chug. Before he knew it, he'd downed the entire bottle. It was good stuff, a bit thick though. Seemed a bit light on the alcohol content, though. Or at least he hoped it was. The thing was like a bottled, bubbly milkshake. Without the tell-tale burn, there wouldn't be anything to keep someone from downing a whole bunch of them and getting too drunk.

Well, it did give a pleasant warmth in the gut, just as Clyde liked, so that was something. He grabbed a few of the bottles, tossing them into the backpack they came in.

"Let's see how this stuff works on ol' Nellie." He muttered to himself, feeling a bit buzzed. Huh, that fizzy milk drink seemed to have a bit of a kick to it after all. His anxiety had begun to lift and had found itself replaced with a pleasant euphoria.

Clyde was even singing happily to himself as he headed towards the barn. After that things got a little blurry...

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Clyde groaned as he came awake, his memory of the last few hours a little hazy. He vaguely remembered pouring the proper bottles into Nellie's food and water, not much, only maybe half a cup's worth of each. He recalled Kate's warning about giving too much.

He blinked a few times, finding himself face to snout with Nellie. She'd been nosing him, apparently trying to get his attention. The old milk cow gave Clyde's forehead a lick, seeing if that would get his attention.

"Yes, yes, I'm up, blast it!" Clyde grumbled. Apparently he'd passed out or fallen asleep in the barn on a pile of hay. He wiped the cow slobber off of his forehead, glancing and glaring at the sticky mix of bits of hay and the thick, white syrupy stuff he'd poured into the feed. He absently wiped it off on his overalls, not noticing that by the time he'd turned his hand, only the bits of hay remained. Nellie nosed her owner again, mooing loudly.

"Okay, okay!" Clyde muttered, getting to his feet. The cow had a bit of personality to her, and was likely complaining about being left loose at night. Clyde took a few steps, intent on leading the cow back to her pen. Out of habit he checked out her udder to see if she needed milking.

His eyes went wide at the sight. Nellie's milkbag seemed to have almost doubled in size. Clyde ran his hand over it; from the look and feel she was a bit full, though not in any particular discomfort. His worst milker had gone from just about empty to having half again as much as his best in only a few hours. "Well, gal, let's go and get that out of ya. I can see why you're being so grouchy."

Nellie was right behind him as Clyde walked over to the milking machine. He suspected that if he went any slower, the cow would be pushing him along. Well familiar with the procedure, Nellie got herself into place without any coaxing from the farmer as he filled a bucket with warm water and soap from the nearby sink, giving both the machinery and Nellie a bit of a scrub to clean things up.

"There you go, gal." Clyde said, taking a seat on the stool, watching the dials on the milker. He'd never really noticed that it was right in the corner before. He'd never had a problem with it. But Nellie took a step forward, placing her head right in Clyde's midsection, essentially pinning him in place.

"Okay, yes, that's enough," he said, figuring the cow was just trying to be friendly.

It seemed she was, entirely TOO friendly. The bovine began to lick at the denim of Clyde's overalls. Specifically the fabric right over her owner's groin.

"Stop. Stop. Stop!" Clyde grunted, trying to shove the overly friendly cow away. But Nellie had her mind set on licking, and kept her owner in place with her bulk.

Despite his protests, Clyde felt the familiar rush of blood to that particular portion of anatomy. But the rush oddly kept going, and going, and going. "The hell?" he muttered, sticking a hand down the front of his overalls. To his absolute amazement he found that his manhood seemed to have gotten a great deal bigger since the last time he noticed it. Ignoring the cow, the farmer began to unfasten his overalls, wanting to take a good long look. He had to be having some sort of sensory hallucination or something. But once the straps were undone, it was quite obvious that there had been some changes in that particularly personal region.

For starters, he was still half limp, and was bigger by an inch or two than he'd been while fully erect. Secondly, the flesh had taken on a darker color, black at the head, lightening through shades of grey along the shaft, until it was a pinkish hue at the base, where it emerged from an odd pouch.

No, it wasn't that odd. Clyde was in fact quite familiar with the look of that particular portion of anatomy. He gawked at the sight, wondering how the hell it was possible. Though the shape of it still had some human features to it, there was no mistaking the fact that Clyde currently sported a bull's cock between his legs.

He was totally frozen as he stared at his altered shaft, but with the prize she was looking for exposed, Nellie began to happily lap at her owner's altered anatomy.

"No! No! Stop it! Bad cow!" Clyde scolded, half hysterical.

Apparently Nellie had taken a mouthful of the substance and forgotten about it, since the white goo was being liberally spread all over Clyde's groin. It was warm, and it made his skin tingle. Despite what his brain told him, his cock had decided it was enjoying the attention, growing to full erection. The farmer had to stifle a moan as the cow continued to lick. The white stuff sunk into his skin, and Clyde felt his cock growing. Not merely a rush of blood making it grow erect, but actual growth. He stared with wide eyes as the human shape was replaced more and more with the familiar bovine phallus he'd become quite familiar with on the breeding bulls. The black color began to spread as well.

The odd tingle began to spread from Clyde's loins, but he didn't notice. His new dick was rock hard and aching, and there was a weird, arousing scent in the air. Nellie let out a low moo, nosing her owner's shaft. She continued to lick, making Clyde moan. But all her licks seemed to be doing was make him feel hornier and hornier.

The cow finally backed off, allowing her owner to stand, his prick just about on level with his chest. "What in tarnation?" he wondered allowed, taking a few steps away from Nellie. But that odd scent kept him from leaving entirely. He had to know what it was.

That's when it hit him. "Oh my God," he murmured, "No! I ain't going to... to..." he found himself licking his lips, staring at the milk cow before him. There was something different about her and she seemed... almost sexy somehow. The cow fixed him with her gaze and mooed again, gesturing with her head, almost as if telling him to come closer. The weird tingling sensation over his body began to intensify, and his cock began to throb with need. Clyde blushed, hating himself for even entertaining the thought. But it wasn't like he'd be the only farmer in the county that'd ever done it. And it wasn't like anyone was going to know. He never got visitors out on the farm.

He went over and grabbed the stool, walking around behind Nellie. It was obvious that she was in need and the source of the intoxicating scent. Her sex leaked a steady tide of moisture. It was almost hypnotic the way it drew him in. Clyde couldn't help it, he needed to cram his cock into something, and Nellie's pussy was just so needy and inviting.

He set down the stool and stepped up onto it. He was breathing hard as he leaned down, using one hand to angle his cock in just right. Clyde shuddered as the flat bovine head of his cock pressed against Nellie's drooling netherlips. "Oh I can't. I shouldn't be doing this..." he muttered.

A sudden strange sensation shot up his spine and Clyde straightened up instinctively. The decision was out of his hand as almost two feet of shaft disappeared into the cow's cunny. Clyde couldn't help but cry out as the strong muscles gripped him, holding him hostage. He couldn't pull out now if he wanted to.

His muscles felt odd all of a sudden, sore and achy. He just about slumped down onto Nellie, clinging to her as best he could as he could as his body was wracked by strange spasms. Muscle began to shift, bones began to alter themselves. But Clyde noticed none of it. All of his existence was consumed by the burning hot pleasure of his cock buried within the bestial folds of his lover.

He bucked slightly rounded hips weakly, as the cow's inner walls refused to release their grip on him for a second. Thinner, shapelier fingers stroked Nellie's short, black and white fur. A sudden pop accompanied a massive surge of changes as nearly all of Clyde's body hair vanished, a tufted tail springing from just above his decidedly feminine looking rear.

The cry that escaped Clyde's lips as his grapefruit-sized balls let loose with their heavy load of seed was most certainly not that of a middle aged man in the throws of climax. Oh no. It was that of a young woman barely out of her teens.

Clyde held tightly to Nellie as she milked every last drop of seed he had to offer. He panted, brushing the hair from his eyes. That gave Clyde pause. He always took a pair of clippers to his hair about once a month or so, and had done so just the other night. He pulled at the grey strands, trying to peer at them when he noticed the different shape of his hand. Her hand.

The farmer gawked, though still showing signs of the years of hard farm work, there was no doubting that Clyde's hands were those of a woman. He... she looked down, the plaid shirt upon her chest sticking outward from the two swellings that were hidden beneath them.

Clyde ripped her shirt open, gawking at the two breasts that had appeared upon her chest. They were small, hell they were absolutely tiny. "Goddamn. I look like one of them flippy Olympic girls on the TV." Clyde muttered, shocked to hear a voice coming from her throat that was not her own.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth as she pulled her cock from Nellie's pussy. Damn had that ever felt good. Clyde stared at her deflating cock, feeling a bit thankful she'd kept at least a token portion of manhood. "The hell did you go an' do to me?" she scolded the cow.

The formulas! The one Nellie had spread all over him had been the one from the hay. The one marked Girl Cow.

She hopped down from the stool and ran over to the nearby water trough, gawking at her reflection. Oh yeah, she was definitely a girl, all right. Kinda cute looking, actually. It was kind of strange seeing a face that was a cuter, feminized version of his own, like it could've been a much younger sister, or a daughter. But the coloration of Clyde's shortish hair was the same shade of mostly grey that it had been the past few years.

"So what the hell'm I gonna do about this?" she said, leaning closer to the water. Were those tiny nubs of horns pressing from her temples? She raised a hand to feel them. Yes, yes they were. And were those...? Clyde tilted her head, gawking at her elongated, smoothed out ears. They weren't quite those of a cow, at the moment they looked more like something out of a fantasy book.

"Well, I s'pose this ain't too bad," somewhere along the line Clyde's voice had picked up a thicker accent. To her own ears she sounded a bit like a southern belle. "'m still the same size I was afore, still can do chores. Don't think I really need a bra or anythin' like that..."

Her hand suddenly darted between her legs, and Clyde felt an odd mix of relief and disappointment as she found nothing lurking behind her ballsack. Not quite fully a woman. She wasn't sure why she was feeling disappointment. Sure as heck it'd be a lot easier to deal with just having guy parts, and having to learn all about feminine hygiene and periods and whatnot.

"So if this is what the Girl Cow gunk does to me, I wonder if the Boy Cow one'll change me back?" Clyde mused, sighing and splashing water onto her face to help clear her thoughts. A thought occurred to her a few seconds too late. He'd just used water from Nellie's trough.

"Oh hell!" Clyde grumped, as she felt that weird tickling sensation returning.