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Marissa's job as a toll booth attendant was not the most demanding in the world, but was far more stressful than it should have been. She often likened the environment to a desk job: sitting in a confined cubicle for hours on end, counting numbers while being forced to listen to the same noises over and over again. Her booth was in the center of one of the city's busiest beltways. More often than not she was stuck with the rush hour shift from noon to 8, taking huge sums of traffic and making change.

Sounds simple, right? It was, but things had a habit of complicating themselves when people rolled up to her booth without cash or with a maxed out credit card. It took just one person to fuck it up for everyone else, drawing out a line of cars that reached all the way back to the entrance of the toll lane. The person would panic and start scrounging their car frantically, insisting that they had another quarter lying around somewhere. Marissa would tell them that she could just let them through and a camera would record their license plate to pay a fee later, to which she would be snapped at venomously.

The environment was hardly more relaxing. Even within a barrier of concrete and steel, she felt exposed to the constant flux of cars zooming in and out of the toll. Walking out of the booth was a hazard and a half thanks to the EZ Pass lane. America was heavy on car culture, and Marissa worked smack dab in the middle of it, dealing with people whose priority was on getting home rather than her or their own safety. Her only respite were the lulls between lunchtime when everyone was headed to their favorite dining spot and rush hour when everyone left work. Only then could she sit in relative silence. It was too bad her boss didn't allow cell phones and checked the camera to make sure nobody used them. That at least would've made the day go by faster.

Coming home during the winter was rough thanks to the sun being down. She didn't bother taking off her reflective yellow vest until she stepped into her apartment; it was an added buffer against the cold. Beneath it was usually a thick turtleneck sweater she liked to wear. It swaddled her fat bosom snuggly as did the many layers of bottoms she wore over her broad legs. First order of business was always preparing a hot chocolate and winding down on the couch, letting the steam funneling from the mug warm her nose and fog up her glasses. She would go to bed early, wake up the next morning, spend as much free time as she could, then go to work and hope it wasn't the day some inattentive driver took her out for good.

Off days were spent relaxing with friends or in her apartment behind a book. Recently her friends hadn't been answering her online messages, leaving her to catch up on her reading and binge watch TV. On occasion she would stand in front of the window and watch the cows graze the pastures across the street. There was a certain serenity that she envied deeply. All they did was waltz around, flick their tails, and lower their heads to munch on some grass. Sometimes when she drove past she would lower the window and hear them mooing to each other like they were all friends. Marissa read somewhere that cow herds were tightly knit and that they indeed formed close relationships, kind of like BFF's. She scoffed to herself. [i]I wish I was a cow.[/i]

It was one day that she looked out the window on her day off to do her daily cow watching when she saw something posted on the fence out front. She thought it was a No Trespassing sign, but upon closer inspection she realized that it said HELP WANTED. Her lips pursed curiously. [i]I wonder what they have to offer.[/i] It wasn't a serious thought. Marissa had no aspirations of working on a farm, no matter what they were growing or raising. For all she knew this was a slaughterhouse, although the growing number of cows she saw in the pastures made that seem unlikely.

She sat down at her couch with her hot coco in hand and pulled up her laptop. Having perfected the art of single-hand typing, she sipped from her mug while typing away the address of the farm across the street. Google had an ad for her: [b]Mulberry Dairy Farm.[/b] [i]Well, that rules out a slaughterhouse. That's good, I guess.[/i] She opened their website and was greeted by a cheery front page depicting cows grazing in the field and farmers milking them over a metal pail.

Midway down the page was a link blasting the words [b]HELP WANTED! GREAT PAY! LOW STRESS![/b] Marissa frowned. Low stress? Strictly out of curiosity, she clicked the link. It opened a page with a top banner depicting a farmer smiling while feeding a calf from a giant milk bottle. Marissa read the details.

[center]HELP WANTED!

STARTING AT $25 an hour!

LOW STRESS ENVIRONMENT!

NO EXPERIENCE NEEDED!

BENEFITS!

FULL TIME/PART TIME

START WHENEVER!

IT'LL CHANGE YOUR LIFE[/center]

It struck Marissa as odd. [i]$25 for a starting position?[/i] That was $10 more than what she earned as a lowly toll booth attendant. What job could they offer which A.) Paid that much, and B.) didn't need any experience? That was downright suspicious. [i]What are they trying to pull? And why is there so much emphasis on low stress?[/i] Stranger still was the lack of job description. For all she knew it entitled milking cows or carrying equipment. For $25 an hour it had to be more complicated than that, but again, it said nothing else.

She put her finger to her mouth thoughtfully. “Hmmm…" She looked back towards the window. The words [i]low stress[/i] were etched into her mind, juxtaposed by the anxieties she faced working back at the toll booth. She sipped her coco. [i]Maybe I'll give that place a call.[/i]

[center]***[/center]

Marissa spent the next two days working before she came to the decision to call the farm. Two consecutive days of dealing with an idiot without cash and who was unwilling to pay the online fee broke the camel's back. [i]I got to see what's up with this farm. This place is killing me.[/i] In the morning she looked up the website and dialed the number. A jaunty man's voice answered her. “Hello! This is Mulberry Dairy Farm. How can I help you?"

“Yes! Hello. My name is Marissa and I actually live across the street from you guys. I noticed you had a help wanted sign posted out front and looked you guys up. I saw what you offered to pay for a low stress job but it didn't say what the job was. I was hoping to inquire what that was."

“Yes ma'am! We have an opening for a floor attendant for the barn here starting at $25 an hour."

“OK. What does an attendant do?"

“All a floor attendant does is watch over the cows while the farmers are away. If anything happens or goes wrong, you'll be here to let us know. You don't even have to fix or take care of anything, just call someone so they can come over."

“Oh. OK." [i]That[/i] does [i]sound easy[/i]. “It said I don't need any experience?"

“No ma'am! Training is on sight. Come over here and we'll teach you everything you need to know, and trust me, it isn't a lot."

[i]That's what they said about attending a toll booth, and that turned out to be a lot more than it seemed.[/i] “OK. OK. I'll have to think about it." She cringed, realizing that she probably got the fellow's hopes up that she would apply. “Sorry, I just wanted more details."

“Oh, you're fine ma'am! You're more than welcome to come over any time you'd like for an interview, but you don't have to! Just call us again and let us know!"

“OK! Thank you."

“You're very welcome! My name's Louis, by the way. What did you say your name was?"

“Marissa."

“Well, Marissa, you just let us know if you ever feel like coming in, OK?"

She smiled against the receiver. “I think I'll do that. Thanks, Louis."

“No problem."

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Marissa's smile remained on her face as she brought her phone down and looked at the CALL ENDED message. Louis sounded like a chipper guy, the kind she didn't mind working with. The kind of guy who let you know that things were going to be OK.

She dialed him again. He answered immediately. “Hellooooooooo."

“Louis?"

“Yeeeeeeeeees. Is this Marissa?"

“It is. Um…" She chuckled nervously. “I think I want to come in for a job interview. How does tomorrow sound?"

She could practically see him forming a smile. “Why, that sounds perfect."

[center]***[/center]

Marissa decided to walk to the farm that following morning, figuring she could spend some time admiring the pastures and its small population of cows. The gravel driveway leading to the main building was long, flanked on both sides by the grassy fields. Marissa was bundled in a thick gray sweater and tight jeans. The hooks of her thick, horn rimmed glasses sat around her ears which were covered by a lustrous curtain of auburn hair. It was chilly out, but it felt good to get some fresh air. Listening to the cows lowing nearby had her fighting the urge to low back.

Midway down the driveway two cows approached her. Both of them had udders fit to burst swinging underneath them as they waddled over. The pink skin was stretched so taut that veins meandered around it like the muscles of a bodybuilder. One of them was a prototypical white with black spots while the other had a mostly red coat and a white face. They peeked their heads over the wooden fence, wiggling their ears at her and watching as she walked past.

She couldn't help but smile at their goofy faces. “Why, hello there," she said as she came to a stop. The temptation was too strong. She had to pet them. Walking over to the fence she noticed how intensely they looked back at her, almost like she was recognized. “Do I have something on my face?" she quipped before giving the black and white one a good scritch on the nose. Her red and white friend jostled closer, begging for equal attention. “I see you, I see you," said Marissa, who employed both hands to deliver some high-quality scritches.

The cows jutted their heads out across the fence with appreciation, half-shutting their giant eyes and flicking their ears. “Aren't you two just precious?" Marissa purred. “I hope I get to work with you two!" She gave them one last pat on the head before peeling off to walk down the rest of the driveway. After only a few steps she looked over her shoulder and noticed the cows following her.

“[i]Moooooooo![/i]" bellowed one of them.

“Ohhhh, come on," Marissa teased. “I gave you enough. Wait until I get the job and we'll have all day to get to know each other.

“[i]Mooooooooooooo![/i]" Louder this time, almost adamant.

[i]Like it's trying to tell me something[/i]. “Hush. I'll be back. Just you wait." She turned her head forward to watch where she was going. Her two friends followed her all the way down the fence until she reached the front entrance. They stood there and watched powerlessly as she opened the front door and stepped inside.

The interior of the building was surprisingly office-like. The ceiling was tiled and the floor was carpeted. There was even a water cooler in the corner with a stack of paper cups. Her idea of a dairy farm included wooden floorboards, kerosene lamps, and brick walls, nothing she'd expect to see in an office building. [i]I guess farms live in the 21st century too.[/i] At the front desk was a young gentleman with black hair and a short beard. He looked up from his computer and flashed a bright smile. “Hi! Marissa?"

She recognized his voice. “That's me! Louis?"

“The very same!"

She walked up to the desk and shook hands with him. His palm was thick and leathery. “I'm here for my interview."

“Perfect. I'm not doing anything right now so we can get started right away."

“Great!"

He jerked his head to his left. “Come on. My office is over here." He guided her over to a nearby door that led into a cramped office. The floor was mostly taken up by a large desk and a rolly chair. Against the wall in front of it was an office chair for Marissa to sit in. “Pull that up and have a seat."

Marissa did, folding her hands in her lap with her elbows on the armrests. She gazed around the office walls. They were littered in various photos of Louis. Oddly enough, most of them were just pictures of him posing with cows and giving a cheery smile and/or a thumbs up. The others were of him standing in front of the building or in the barn with the heifers getting milked. The few pictures of him and someone else showed him posing with the person the exact same way he would with the cows. On the desk was a framed photo of him with a particularly large heiffer. The bottom of the frame was labeled “First Employee". Marissa chuckled. [i]How cute.[/i]

Louis took a seat in front of her and laced his hands on top of the desk. “So! Marissa, tell me about yourself."

[i]The usual first question.[/i] She went on a spiel of who she was, where she graduated, and what jobs she had done. Louis responded with casual banter, commenting on a few things while throwing in small tidbits about himself. They talked about experience which Marissa admitted to having none of. He reminded her that it was fine. The training was on sight and simple. As he put it, “A five year old could perform this job, but we don't want anyone that young doing this kind of stuff, of course."

In the back of Marissa's mind was the burning question. [i]Why such good pay for a low skill job?[/i] But she knew better than to press it. Beggars couldn't be choosers. If the pay was good and the work was easy, why challenge it? “How closely will I work with the cows?" she asked.

“You'll be close to them and get to know them, but you won't be doing any milking or feeding. Everything's automated here. All you have to do is keep a close eye on things and make sure nothing breaks, and if something does, you call us. Think of it as an inspector job, except you don't have to actually know anything about the stuff except when something isn't working."

“Gotcha. OK." [i]Sounds easy, I guess. Lower stress than being in a toll booth, that's for sure.[/i] “Is there a time you need me to start? I haven't put in my two weeks notice yet. I just wanted a better idea of what this was about."

“No problem. Two weeks, three weeks, a month, whenever's fine. Just let us know and we'll start training you."

A hopeful smile lifted Marissa's lips. “Thanks. That sounds awesome." I'm finally getting the hell out of that booth!

“Great! I'll be looking out for your call." Louis stood up and produced his hand.

Marissa shook it. “And I'll be looking forward to making it."

Louis just smiled and nodded. His calloused grip on her hand remained firm. “Glad to have you as an employee, Marissa."

[i]***[/i]

Marissa put in her two weeks' notice at work. For all her hardships working there, her boss and employees were sad to see her go but happy for her new job. They had a miniature going away party for her complete with cupcakes and coffee. It made her final day in that hell hole all the sweeter.

She showed up at the farm early in the morning the next day. Once again she was greeted by her two cow friends whom she gave a nice amount of head scratches. She assured them both that more were on the way. Louis was at the front desk when she came inside. He was dressed in some denim overalls and a Carhartt sweater. “Hey there! Ready for your first day?" he asked in his usual chipper demeanor.

“Yeah!" Her mien crumpled with mild concern. [i]I've got a sweater and jeans on. I was probably supposed to dress more appropriately.[/i] “Should I have put something on more… You know, heavier?"

He looked down at her outfit. He pursed his lips and shook his head. “No! You're fine. Don't worry, we have plenty of clothes for you to put on if you need them. But uhh… I don't think you will."

“Oh," she said with relief. “Cool."

He pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “Come on. Let me show you around." He led her out of the front office and through a hallway that led out back. There was a golf cart and a dirt trail that led to the barn. “Hop on!" He plopped into the driver seat. Marissa sat next to him, excited to ride one for the first time in… Gosh, forever, probably. She held onto the cabin roof as the cart's electric engine zoomed them up the hill and to the barn, bouncing Marissa in her seat and making her grip the roof more tightly. They came to a stop in front of a giant pair of double doors.

“Here we go. Let me show you around." Louis said as he hopped out of the cart and waltzed over to the door, twirling a set of keys on his finger and whistling to himself.

Marissa followed closely, wondering to herself what the inside of the barn looked like. So far she hadn't seen a single other person on the property. [i]Does anyone else work here? Do the cows just hang out by themselves?[/i] “Will there be anyone else here doing anything?" she asked. “Do the cows come in and out of the barn on their own?"

Louis whipped his head around and gave her a surprised look. “Oh! Uh… Yeah. I mean, nobody else'll be here besides you. You'll just open the door in the morning for the cows and lock it up at night."

“Wait. So do they just hang out here at night? Do I have to guide them in? How many are there?"

“Oh they come inside on their own just fine, especially with how cold it gets at night." He pinched a key on his ring as he stood in front of the lock. “Right now we have 37 cows, about to be 38. Just count them up each night before you lock up."

“And what if there's less?"

He smiled at her while sliding the key into the lock. “Like I said, just call us." He unlocked the door and pulled on the handle, sliding one of the doors open. It revealed an expansive stadium with rows of metal pens lining the walls. Hanging from the ceiling were huge industrial lights, flooding the barn with eye-narrowing brightness. The floor was wooden and covered in straw. Within each pen was a basket full of hay. A long water trough ran along the entirety of both walls. The air was ripe with the familiar smell of animal waste, something she associated with the county fair. There weren't any cows inside. On the further end of the barn was an open door for them to enter and leave at their leisure.

“So! Here's where you'll be keeping an eye on things," Louis said as he began walking into the barn. “Each cow has their own pen. There are 60 pens, so there's plenty of room for them to sleep. Each cow even has their own designated pen that they like to sleep in. We didn't make them do that. They did. It's really funny actually."

Marissa looked into the pens as they walked past them. She noticed piles of cow dung in some of them. “How often do you clean the pens?" she asked.

“Oh, every night," he said casually.

“Every night?"

“Yeah." He looked over his shoulder at her, still smiling that genial smile of his. “All you gotta do is scoop it up and dump it in the waste bin so we can sell it for fertilizer. It's good to do it in the morning because you can hose whatever's left out. The water'll dry up by the time the cows come back."

“Oh. OK." [i]That wasn't in the job description![/i] She clenched her fists at her sides. The need to say something was strong, but what did she expect? She knew there had to be some caveat in there somewhere, and she finally found it. “Is there anything else I need to know?" she asked, the bitterness simmering within her tone.

“Well, yeah. I haven't shown you any of the equipment yet."

“I mean is there anything I'll have to do that you-" Fucking withheld from me “-didn't tell me about yet?"

He shook his head obliviously. “Nope! That's everything."

“OK. Yeah." [i]That's what you said before.[/i]

He led her to the open doors where the cows were allowed to leave and enter. They peered into the pasture where they were grazing. “You don't have to worry about the cows while they're out here. They'll do their business as they please. Maybe check on them every hour or so and do a count. You're more than welcome to hitch a ride on the golf cart and go up in there for a closer look. If you think anything's wrong with them, just holler."

“How do I know if anything's wrong?" she asked.

“Oh, just look at how they're walking or how they're acting in general. If you see one doing something funny like, I dunno, foaming at the mouth, that should get your attention."

[i]Jesus Christ.[/i] “Do they get rabies often?"

Louis laughed and shook his head. “No, no. I was just using that as an example."

That was some relief. She laughed too. “OK. Good."

He led her back into the barn and showed her the machines. In two corners were heavy machinery that were attached to a rail that ran down the length of the walls above the water troughs. Hanging out the bottom was a metal chute Louis said filled the cows' pens with hay and watered the trough. He explained that there was enough hay packed in the machine's hopper to last the whole winter. “It runs automatically each day, but I'll show you how it works manually." Hanging on a thick black wire from the end of the machine's rail was an industrial remote with big green and red buttons.

Louis pressed the green button with his thumb and the machine roared to life. [i]SHRRMMMMMMMMMMMM![/i] It was loud enough to make Marissa jump. The big block of metal slid down the rail slowly. Louis stopped it over a pen and hit another button. [i]Ker-shnk![/i] Vomiting from the chute was a fat clump of golden hay that landed in one of the pen's baskets. Marissa thought it was pretty neat. Louis recalled the machine to its starting position and turned it off.

“If you ever see a basket that's not as full as you think it should be, feel free to fill it up. Did you see how I did that?"

She nodded. “Yeah!" It might not ever be necessary, but she sure as hell was going to give that machine a try.

Louis spent the next few minutes showing her other various machines and where to find certain tools. It was pretty easy getting a grasp on where everything was and what to do with them. Almost every time Louis showed something to her he would preface it with “you probably won't need to use this, but just in case…" However important it was, Marissa listened closely. She wasn't about to be caught in a situation she could've fixed but didn't because she didn't know how to use something.

They were walking out of the barn's supply closet which was on the wall next to the hay machine. On the opposite wall was another door leading into another room. Louis had never mentioned it. “What's in there?" Marissa asked, pointing to it.

“Oh, that?" He waved it off. “That's nothing. Nothing in there that's important, at least not yet."

“Is it something dangerous?"

“No, not dangerous, just something we used for husbandry."

“Oh. You mean like… mating?"

He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, if that's how you want to put it. We got a breeding mount in there for collecting bull sperm, but we don't have a bull so there ain't much use for it." He pointed at the door. “Want to check it out?"

Yes. “No, not if it's not important."

“Alright then," he said. “But if curiosity ever gets the better of ya…" He flashed his keys. “You're more than welcome to quench it."

Her mind formulated different versions of what the mount looked like. Her curiosity was in fact getting the better of her. She didn't let him know that, though. “Sure. I don't think I will, though."

He clenched his keys in his fists. “Alright then."

That was the end of the tour. Louis drove her back to the main building and handed her a set of keys. “That's about everything. Remember, if you think anything's wrong or broken, do not hesitate to give us a holler."

[i]Us.[/i] “Who will I talk to if I call? You?"

He nodded. “That's right."

“Is there anybody else?"

“Not during the winter, no. Just me n' you. Well, just you until spring."

“Oh. OK." [i]Seems kinda lonely. Eh, I guess I have the cows for company. Plus I have my phone and my books.[/i] The two of them wandered into the main building and to the front office where Louis grabbed some of his stuff off the desk. “Oh, are you leaving?"

“Yeah, I am. I got things to attend to. That's why I put up those ads for some help."

“Right, OK."

“Do you have any questions?"

She shook her head, whipping her auburn hair into a halo. “No! I think I got everything."

He shot her a finger gun and clicked his teeth. “Awesome. I know I sound like a broken record, but never hesitate to give me a call if you have any questions."

“I sure will!" Behind her bright smile, her mind was elsewhere. The breeding mount beckoned her.

“Alright. Call me in the morning when you check in tomorrow. And uh… do me a favor and call every morning and every night when you leave and come in."

“Got it."

Alright. See ya around, Marissa. Glad to have you as a part of the herd." He waved goodbye and walked out the front door, leaving Marissa alone in the front office.

She stepped up to the window and peered through the blinds. On the other side of the road in the distance was her apartment building. Louis hopped into his pickup truck and zoomed down the driveway, kicking up a plume of gravel and dust behind him. A few of the cows were gathered by the fence, watching him zoom past. It was odd watching their heads turn in unison as his truck came off the gravel and onto the main road. [i]Some weird animals. Who knows what else I'll see them do.[/i]

But whatever, it was time to get to work. She let go of the blinds and sighed. [i]Guess the first thing I gotta do is clean up cow shit. Great. Maybe I can see what that breeding mount looks like first[/i]. She shook her head. [i]Stop being weird![/i] She did an abrupt about face and marched her way out of the main building.

Driving the golf cart was a brief adventure up the dirt road. She went into the barn and closed the huge double doors behind her. Back within the atmosphere of bovine manure she took a deep breath. “Let's get this over with." She fetched the shovel from the supply closet and began going from pen to pen, scraping up every cowpie she came across. It wasn't as nasty as she thought it'd be, but it wasn't exactly pleasant either. Once it was all dumped in the waste bin she hosed each pen down, clearing away all the waste so that it would drain through the floor. [i]Seems like there's gotta be a better way of getting rid of this stuff[/i], Marissa thought as she squirted the floor, blasting away individual straws.

She could breathe a sigh of relief once that was finally done. She wrapped the hose back around its holder and tried thinking of something else to do. She could use the machine to fill the hay baskets, but they were all filled. [i]I could go out and see how the cows are doing.[/i] Her gaze wandered over to the husbandry room. [i]Ooooooor maybe I can see what's in there.[/i]

Her hand fell on the keyring hanging from a karabiner on her waist. [i]I have the key. Louis isn't here. I'm sure the cows are fine[/i]. She looked around the barn as if to confirm that there was nothing else that needed to be done. If there was, she pretended not to see it. She slung the key ring off her karabiner and walked over to the breeding room.

She fumbled through the ring of keys as she stood in front of the enormous metal door. It was held closed by a latch with a padlock on it. It took a few tries but she finally found a key that fit. “[i]Yes![/i]" The padlock fell open with a turn. She pulled it off, stuffed it in her pocket, and unlatched the door. Before her was the breeding mount, a cow shaped effigy made of padding. It reminded Marissa of the mechanical bullrides she saw at the state fair where people got thrown off like rag dolls. The difference here being that the mount had an artificial vagina staring back at her like a cyclops.

The mount fell short of the enormous fuck machine Marissa had been secretly imagining. Walking into the room for a closer look revealed that the most detailed part of it was a rubber cow head posted on the other end. She snickered at the sight of it. [i]I guess that's enough to convince a bull to have sex with it.[/i] Now that her curiosity had been satiated, she could head back out and do the rest of her chores. Maybe the cows needed checking on, or there was a spot that still needed cleaning. All she had to do was leave that room and go on with her job.

But she didn't do any of that. All she did was stand there and stare at the mount dumbly.

It was like gazing at an idol crafted from gold, not a padded mount meant to collect bull nut. It transformed before her very eyes into a statuesque tribute to bovine femininity, the perfect draw for a bull in the throes of mating season. She sniffed the air once, twice. In it was a spicy odor that drilled into the depths of her nostrils, fueling her imagination and morphing the mount into something even more spectacular. Is this why she was so curious before? Had she gotten a whiff of this stuff and not noticed it?

She didn't stop to ponder it any longer. More… She wanted more. Marissa stomped up to the mount and took another deep whiff of the air. [i]Sniiiiifffff.[/i] “Ahhhhhh…" Yes, it was coming from the mount. It was clearer now, more crisp and heavy. It was unmistakably the smell of a cow's arousal. Male or Female, she didn't know, but whatever it was made her really fucking horny.

“Mmf." She reached down and laid her hand over her crotch. Heat bloomed from within her panties, radiating across the crotch of her jeans. Every whiff of the air was an added degree of heat. She felt her nipples stiffen from within her sweater. Her teeth sank into her lip. The smell was getting stronger and more intoxicating. “Fuck…"

The button of her jeans came undone with a single pull. She pulled down her fly and slid her fingers down her panties where she fingered herself softly. “Uhhh…" Her mouth fell open to release a few soft moans." Any thought of stopping was held at bay by the rising pleasure and insurmountable arousal. Her cunt squished around her fingers quietly at first, then more loudly as she went faster. “[i]Ohhh… Huhhh… Mmm… Yes…[/i]"

Her other hand went to her breast and fondled it through her sweater. Heavy and round, it swelled through the fabric, whispering against the swirling brush of her fingers. It was getting hotter and hotter. Perspiration broke out across her forehead. The sweater had to go. She grabbed the hem and pulled it up and over her head. That left her in a plain white bra before it too plummeted to the ground when she unclasped it. Her huge breasts fell into place with a great wobble, letting her broad, red nipples breath. She immediately resumed fingering and groping herself. Her moans were uncontained, blowing out through her O shaped mouth indiscriminately. “[i]Huhhhh! Uhhhh! Yes![/i]" The flaps of her jeans wobbled around her twirling hand. She could taste the pheromones in the air, further driving her ecstasy.

It wasn't enough. An animalistic core within her brain had been sparked into a blaze, driving her into a frenzy. Her eyes shot open and fell upon the mount. At once her hips started bucking forward, thrusting an imaginary phallus. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Huhhh. Fuck." Her boots went flying behind her after she kicked them off. She wiggled her jeans and panties off of her swollen hips and thighs, leaving her completely nude. This was her nature, how she was supposed to be. Clothes are a prison meant for humans. In her musk-addled brain she knew that she was an animal.

She stomped over behind the mount, drooling nectarine arousal from her cunt. She was presented with the mount's false pussy, a pair of rubbery white lips that barely resembled a vulva. To Marissa it was a gaping cavity of hot girlflesh begging for her seed. She leapt onto the mount's backside, planting her crotch atop the hole. Her glasses fell off her face and bounced off the mount to the floor below. The world went blurry around her, but that didn't matter, not when there was a mate in heat beneath her.

Her nose came down into the padding of the mount's back. Her nostrils sputtered rudely as she took the deepest inhale she possibly could, absorbing every bit of that luxurious stench into her lungs. [i]Sniiiiiiiiiiiiifffffffffffffffffff.[/i] “[i]Ugggghhhhhhhhhh~[/i]"

Marissa started humping hard. The mount rocked on its stand, back and forth with the angry thrust of her hips. Her crotch slammed into the fleshlight, plunging an imaginary penis to its absolute depth. Her fat buttocks jiggled and shook with each impact. The heavy core of glutes within clenched mightily. Her fingernails scraped down the mount's padding. Her head was lurched back, no longer gaping into an O but gritted into a snarl. Grunts heaved out of her. “[i]Huhh! Huhhh! Uhhh! Fuck! Mmf! Yes! Ugh![/i]"

More pussy juices bled from between her legs, glopping onto the hay-strewn floor below. In her mind there was no pussy to speak of, but rather a colossal staff of dense, throbbing meat with which she penetrated her mate to the core. Marissa could feel the velvet walls of her mate's tunnel gripping her shaft, squelching loudly with each ball-slapping plunge. Brooding within her was a storm of testosterone driving her cock with enough masculine power to break down a door. She fucked the mount harder and harder, feeling her seed becoming ready to burst into her mate's womb.

That's when the change started.

It started with her hips. They were already nice and wide before they started expanding into something much, much bigger. With it were her thighs and torso, creating extra weight and adding a greater burden to the mount beneath her. Her shoulders broadened and her arms started to swell. Soon she was like a giant, leaning over it more than on to it. She had gone from a plump woman to an enormous strongman bursting with muscle and capable of lifting anything. Her humping didn't stop, even as each thrust threatened to smash the mount into a pile.

The powerful pheromones that had bloated her muscles now surged through her endocrine system, putting her hair follicles into hyperdrive. The vaporous layer of hair that covered her body thickened into a broader coat the color of her hair. It rose ever so slowly, not growing by much, but enough to blanket the entirety of her pale skin. The hair on her head shrank back into her scalp, revealing a face and neck that had sprouted a soft facade of red fur. A clot of black fur materialized just above her bucking ass crack. It lengthened out as a ropey tail and began lowering itself down her haunches and thighs. It stopped only an inch above her achilles, flailing wildly as she continued to hump.

The bones were next. What would have been a terribly uncomfortable experience was cushioned by the intense pleasure that drove her to breed the mount. Her bulky legs began shortening with a loud series of cracks and pops. The knees rose towards her hips along with the ankles, forming a pair of digitigrade legs. Her toes shifted inwards towards each other. The skin fused together like molten plastic. Her toenails began overlapping each other to form one giant blade of keratin that began wrapping around what was now a hoof. It packed itself into a stud of black material as hard as bone.

The same process started on her arms. The fingers clutching onto the padding lost their grip as her fingers started shrinking into her palms and fusing together. Her fingernails fell into one another and spread out into a heavy hoof. Her elbow shifted into a knee while the heavy muscles in her forearms migrated up her arm and into her shoulders.

A bump formed on both the flanks of her head. It rose from the skin like a blemish, then lengthened to reveal a solid horn with a sharpened point. It swerved out of her head like a pair of wings, turning a bright shade of white as they grew longer. The black tips took a sharp turn forward, pointing in the same direction as her face before finally coming to a stop a full foot in front of her nose.

Her nostrils flared with the beat of her breath which started growing heavier as the skin of her nose turned a leathery pink. The medulla and mandible began reaching out of her face to form a brick-like snout. The sensation was like having a magnet on the inside of her skull with another just outside of her face, pulling the bone outwards. Through the intense discomfort and raging horniness she tried gritting her teeth, but they were gone with the extension of her snout, leaving only the bottom row and empty gums above.

At last she was a bull in form, if not in entirety. Her bucking hips still lacked the tool she had been imagining ever since she started humping the mount. It came into existence at last once her clit lengthened out from underneath her hood of flesh and swelled into a thick piston of meat. Her vulva healed around the hilt of her growing shaft, forming a blanket of smooth, fuzzy red skin. Her ovaries descended upon being recoded as testes. They fell into the pouch below and exploded into a pair of cannonballs that swung all the way down to Marissa's ankles. Thin skin wove itself around her cock, now teeming with a forest of heavy veins and filaments. There formed at the tip a heavy cock helmet. It smashed into the mount's false pussy.

Rapture at last. Marissa's imagination could rest easy. Reality had blessed her. She slammed her cock home with Draconian vehemence, crashing her hips into the mount's backside and swinging her giant balls. She drew back and thrusted again, finally feeling the mount's tightest possible grip on her manhood. In just a few thrusts she cracked the poor thing right down the middle, compromising much of its tightness. It didn't matter at all to Marissa. Her orgasm was upon her, blasting out of her cock and blessing the mount with her newfound fecundity. White-hot pleasure exploded across her loins. That thick cockvein throbbed mightily, letting loose a barrage of potent cum ropes.

Marissa's head reared back. Her lips tightened to unleash a deafening bellow of triumph. “[i]MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!![/i]"

On pure instinct she climbed off her mount, onto her fours. In front of her was a cracked hole filled with rubber and gargling cum. There was still some residue from when she was a human woman grinding her cunt on it. The smell was even more intense now that she had a more powerful nose. She would've hopped right back on the mount if she wasn't exhausted.

She tried looking down at herself. Instead of a body all she saw were two slender front legs. [i]Well. Isn't this a pickle[/i]? She looked over her shoulder and saw a long torso exploding with muscle. Her tail flicked and then slumped behind her. Her fur was the same color her hair had been, a deep, pretty red. It was the same throughout her body except where her ankles turned white.

Such a surreal moment should've filled her with terror, but nothing of the sort came to her. There was on odd calm within her despite the knowledge that her humanity had been effectively eradicated. Her memories were intact, as was her identity. The name Marissa still meant something to her. The only difference was that she was a bull.

[i]Well! Might as well make the most out of it![/i] She sauntered her way out of the breeding room, into the barn, and out through the pasture doors. She was hit by the heavenly smell of the outdoors. The landscape before her was a rolling wonderland ready for her consumption. There were her friends in the distance, grazing placidly. Some of them lifted their heads and noticed her. They came running over. Delighted, Marissa ran over to meet them too, prancing her enormous body like it was nothing. With four legs instead of two she felt majestic and powerful, like this was how she was always meant to be.

She met her new friends mid-field. Among them were the two cows she had met the morning of her interview. They sniffed each other curiously. Being the only bull among a herd of heifers, they all seemed pretty excited, especially the two she had befriended when she was a human. They mooed merrily, filling the cold air with the vapor of their breath.

Marissa frowned (or rather flicked her ears curiously). [i]Do I… Know these two girls?[/i] Of course she had seen them before, but there was something about them that she recognized deeply, like they were old friends she saw regularly. When it clicked her eyes went round and her ears stood on ends. [i]Sam! Jessie![/i] The very friends she hadn't spoken to in forever were here in front of her, a pair of cows she realized had the same hair colors as when they were human. Sam had black hair that was graying while Jessie had red hair similar to Marissa's.

She wanted to ask them what happened, how the hell they were turned into cows like her, but that thought quickly passed. She was too busy celebrating with her friends, new and old, to be bothered by anything human-related. Marissa was a cow. Cows don't stress over human stuff.

[i]***[/i]

She spent the rest of the day grazing and getting to know everyone. The sun fell and with it the temperature, sending everyone inside. Marissa didn't have her own pen, but one of the empty ones had a basket conspicuously filled with hay. [i]I bet that Louis prepared the machine to fill it for when I transformed.[/i] But again, that was human nonsense, trouble for another day. She plopped down in her new bed and fell asleep with everyone else.

She woke up to the sound of a familiar voice. “Well, well, well! Look at what we have here!" Marissa opened her eyes to see Louis standing in front of the pen, his arms akimbo. “I didn't think you'd last long, but not even a whole day? That's gotta be a record."

Marissa shot to her feet. Within her newfound serenity was the knowledge that Louis had lied to her. She snorted angrily.

“Whooooa. Now, now. Easy, girl… Er, boy. Ain't no hard feelings, OK? I ain't gonna make you do nothing you don't want to. I saw what you did to the mount. Wooowee! Did a number to it! Tell you what…" He stepped into her pen and leaned his face towards hers. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke. “You can do me a favor and do that to the rest of the girls here alllll you want. I'm glad I finally got a bull out of someone. Seems like buying that mount finally paid off." He winked at her. “What do you say?"

Any person would've been appalled by his offer. Any person would've skewered him right then and there. Any person would've fretted over the life they lost to becoming a bull.

But Marissa wasn't a person. She was a bull. Bull's didn't stress over such things. She winked back at him.

Louis cackled. “Hehehe, alright."

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