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Okay…this is the place, don’t lose your nerve now Cyrus.

I got off the bus, pulling my suitcase off with me. I stretched my sore butt muscles, it took two two-hours to make it all the way out here. As I stood before the entrance to the farm, I pulled out the paper I had taken from the community board and read over it again: $100,000 for a few months of farm work. I’d also have to live on the property for the entirety of the summer. While it wasn’t the best offer in the world, it seemed to be the easiest way to make back the money I had lost.

I told myself I would quit playing illegal blackjack, but winning that first major jackpot was so addicting that I couldn’t stop. When I started losing hands soon after, the fallacy of ‘I can win it all back’ led to me losing more and more until I had accrued a crippling debt. If I didn't want to be bankrupt at age twenty-four or work for the rest of my life, I needed to repay everything soon. So what was a little physical labor? That’s what being young was all about.

The farm had a rusty colored barn, and a wide pasture that seemed to stretch for miles. Over a wooden fence lay miles of long, green grass, and a couple of bulls were grazing in the field. The oddest thing was there wasn’t a single person in sight--shouldn’t these farms have other farmhands doing the work? Dragging my suitcase across the dirt, headed towards the farmhouse to talk to the boss, an unpleasant smell hit my nostrils. Cringing my nose, I spun around and gazed upon a long shack with flies buzzing around it. A handwritten sign that said “Male Employees Only” hung from the door.

“Must be the restrooms,” I remarked. I sure hoped I wouldn’t be the one to have to clean them.

The farmhouse was a bit of a trek from the entrance, and I was huffing and panting before I finally made it up the porch and to the front door. I knocked, and after a few moments, an old man, apparently in his sixties, answered.

“Hello,” he said with a warm smile, “I’m Mr. Mainson, and you must be the new farm boy.”

I shook his hand, it was cold and wrinkly. “Nice to meet you, I’m Cyrus.”

He chuckled, “Oh I’ve heard. Someone mentioned you were coming to work for me.”

That was odd, but it wasn’t the craziest thing I would hear today. I still had a few questions, specifically about my accommodations and what the work would be like, but before I could express these concerns, Mr. Mainson turned to me.

“Are you hungry? It’s a tradition on this farm to welcome new recruits with a feast, our way of welcoming you to our little family.”

I realized that I haven’t had anything to eat on the bus ride here. My stomach grumbled unhappily. Free food was free food, so I nodded my head and he led me to the kitchen. My eyes widened as I saw the spread before me: it was a beautiful banquet. There was turkey, mashed potatoes, peas, baked beans and rolls along with a big pitcher of lemonade.

“It’s all for you Cyrus, now go on and eat your fill.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice, I hungrily dove in. The turkey was deliciously moist, the potatoes buttery, the rolls soft and pillowy, the peas bright and green, and of course the baked beans were sweet and sticky, just the way I liked them. I knew subconsciously they would make me pass gas all day, but there was just something so addicting about the flavor. I finished off the first bowl in minutes and Mr. Mainson provided a second one. If I did end up having a gas attack, I could always sneak outside and do my business in an outhouse where no one would see, hear or smell me.

Even though my gut was getting full, for some reason I couldn't stop myself from chowing everything down. It took thirty-five minutes, I finished the entire meal and was officially stuffed with good old fashioned farmhouse cooking. I sighed in contentment as I leaned against my chair, rubbing my extended stomach. Mr. Mainson hadn’t joined in the feast at all, and something about it was starting to bother me.

“Um, Mr. Mainson, am I the only farmhand you’ve hired? You said before that you’ve made food for every other new recruit, but…where are they?”

“Oh,” he said, with a chuckle that rang alarm bells in my brain, “I have a hunch you’ll be meeting them very soon.”

Suddenly, I felt a horrible jolt, a searing pain that struck through my stomach like thunder. I collapsed out of my chair and curled up in a ball of pain on the kitchen floor. Was I being poisoned or something?!

“My, my, you must’ve eaten too fast! Let’s get you outside and into the fresh air.”

Mr. Mainson helped me up to my feet, and I shuffled for the front door. It felt as if there was a steel ball in my gut, and pain was radiating from it like a solar flare. As soon as I was out in the sunshine, the farmer let me go and I went down on my hands and knees onto the grass, huffing and sweating, trying to catch my breath.

“What did…what you doooo…”

The painful energy radiating from my stomach was surging, the fire spreading through all my muscles. Something was happening to my body, my normally lanky frame was getting fatter and beefier as they seemed to bulk up to nearly twice their size. All of my clothes were becoming strained against my newly acquired bulk. With an embarrassing ripping sound, my shirt, shorts and underwear tore off my body and fell to the floor in tatters. It was completely naked, and I moaned in humiliation as my ass, cock and balls were now all on display.

“What’s…what’s happening to mooooooo…...!”

Something that sounded like a cow’s bellow came out of my throat and I tried to slap my hand over my mouth, only to punch myself harder than I expected in the lip. When I pulled my hand away and looked down at it: my heart sank. My fingers were now hard and black, and fused together. I couldn’t spread them apart, and I watched as they morphed into hardened hooves. From my wrists, fuzzy red fur began to sprout from my skin and travel down my arms.

“Nooooo…w-why is this happemoooooooooooo!”

Soon my arms were covered in reddish hair, and it was spreading to my torso. When I looked down at myself to get a better look, the fur was all over my legs and groin: and soon my own cock began to tingle. It grew at least three more inches, thinning out and pointing itself. My ballsack retreated back, pressing against my new groin. For some reason, all of this was causing a raging boner, how was I being aroused by this?

The pain made its way to my tailbone, and I didn’t need to guess what was happening. My spine extended, producing a hairy tail from my rear, which dangled down from behind me. I found I could swish it, using muscles I didn’t have before.

“Well Cyrus, you’re almost done. You’ll turn out to be quite the fine bull! I hope you enjoyed those baked beans, mixed with my special ingredient.”

Mr. Mainson was watching this with almost a perverse glee, I tried to ignore it, but soon the transformation reached my face. I bellowed in pain as my nose stretched out, causing my newly flattened tongue to flop out. I could see it now, sticking out from my face. My ears extended, and I flapped them instinctively. To tap things off, a pair of horns burst out of my skull, causing a streak of pain across my forehead, as my hair curled into a tuft of my head. I turned to look at myself in the reflection of the farmhouse mirror; I couldn’t believe it, I had been turned into a bull! Before I could process anything, Mr. Mainson approached with a silver tool. I felt a sharp pain in my new ear and felt something dangling from it--a tag.

I tried to scream “What the fuck, why did you turn me into a smelly animal?” but instead an embarrassing moooooooooo noise ejected itself from my mouth. My vocal chords weren’t human anymore, and all I could do was snort out of my new nostrils in annoyance.

Mr. Mainson stood before me, “I’ve heard about you Mr. Cyrus. I’ve heard that you've accrued quite a gambling debt, say, around the $100K mark, correct?”

I swallowed, how the hell did he know about that?

The farmer had a smug look on his face that made me wanna ram my new horns through his chest, “Oh nothing, probably has to do with my brother running the ring. You ain’t the first foolish boy coming here to work. But enough of that, your job around here is to make fertilizer.”

Fertilizer? Wait a minute, my job is to poop? Oh god why?! My tail instinctively slapped against my ass in modesty.

“Yessir, we’re known for our fine manure and fertilizer! Of course, I’ll have you keep producing until you are cleared of your debt…since we sell ‘em at $10 per bag, I’d say it’ll be a while before you’re all paid off.”

The reality of what had just happened to me was beginning to settle on me: I was a naked, a bull, and I was going to have to defecate until my debts were paid off. How much more humiliating could this get?

“Now go boy!”

SMACK!

My ass was smacked, and my feet instinctively moved forward, in the direction of the shack I had passed earlier. Okay, this is how it could get more humiliating?

As I trotted with my bulky new bull body, my stomach started to shift; well, my four new stomachs. My gut grumbled, and before I could think to hold it in, my tail raised on its own and--

FRRRRRRT!

The gas was hot, and loud, and instantly my face burned with embarrassment. If it weren’t for my already red fur, it would’ve shown on my face. Mr. Mainson chuckled and waved his hand in front of his nose.

“Boy, you’re already raring to go? Try and hold it until we get to the shack at least,” he teased.

His words barely registered, because the budding realization I needed to go badly. Did Mr. Forman slip laxatives into the food or something? I felt my new anal muscles clamping shut as I slowly walked towards our destination. I took a look at the other bulls that were grazing out in the fields, and a cold realization settled in--were they once human like me?

After a few more minutes of being led through the pastures, my hooves sinking into the soft peet, we finally reached the small, metal building. The sign “Male Employees Only” still hung, and my heart dropped as I realized I was expected to shit in front of a bunch of other men.

Mr. Mainson opened the door, and the worst smell I had ever experienced pierced my nostrils. Eggy, sulfurous, fresh manure stink permeated the whole room, and I didn’t want to go in!

“Well here we are. You are to come in here whenever you need to ‘go.’ Any you let outside of here won’t count towards your debt!”

With another smack to my flank, I stumbled inside and the door was slammed shut behind me. The intense smell burned my nostrils and I tried to spit it out, only for it to imprint across my tongue. There were flies all over the place, and I felt their tiny feet landing on my back before buzzing off elsewhere. The shack was about twenty-four feet in diameter, with ten individual ‘stalls’ that were big enough for bulls to stand in. To my disdain I saw that the “toilets” were just raised holes sawed through the shack’s floor, with a barrier around them so we wouldn’t accidentally step in and injure ourselves. There was no privacy at all, no way for me to hide my shame. But mercifully, I seemed to be the only one here right now. Maybe I could quickly do my business and dash out before anyone could see me.

Moving my bulky new body was difficult, I kept banging my ass against the support beams and stall dividers as I tried to figure out how to walk backwards to position myself above one of the holes. Picturing the fact that I was going to have to do this everyday for the foreseeable future only added to the shame. If I hadn’t gotten myself into such a deep hole of debt, I wouldn’t be shitting in this hole in the first place.

I was very self-conscious, but I tried my best to relax. My stomach was still grumbling and the meal I had chowed down on now felt like a curse that was ready to explode out of my backside.

Just go…nobody else is here…nobody else is watching...nobody…

The door swung open and my heart nearly jolted out of my chest. Two more bulls were trotting in, a black and a brown one. My hole instinctively clenched and sweat began to pour from my face.

It’s okay, they’re just smelly animals, no need to panic, they won’t…

“HEEEY NEW GUY!” the brown one bellowed. My ears flicked, I could understand what they were saying!

“So, the old man snagged a new victim,” the black one snorted, “You’ll learn the ropes soon, calf.”

I had unfortunately taken one of the middle stalls, so to my dismay, the two new occupants both took the stalls to the sides of me. I felt immediately claustrophobic, my heart was pounding, sending embarrassed warm blood into my bull ears. I was between these two as they both backed into the stalls, completely unfazed by how bizarre this all was before they began to defecate.

“So, what’s your name calf?” the black bull asked casually, as if we were co-workers in a cubicle making small talk.

“C-Cyrus…” I managed to get out. Somehow the grunts and moos I was making were somehow translating into coherent language.

“Aha! He’s still got his human name!” the brown one laughed. “Name’s Apollo, used to be Adam. I got caught cow tipping and well, now I am one.”

A lump of manure squeezed out of Apollo’s butt and fell directly into the hole. It was one thing to smell bull shit, but it was another thing to experience it coming from the source. I was unable to cover my nose now that I didn’t have hands, so I tried to just breathe through my mouth. I could still taste it.

BRRRRRRT!

That one came from the black bull, and the flies danced happily around his ass, “Brutus. I was known as Bruno until I was sentenced to a few months of ‘community service,’ here. Not sure if I would’ve preferred jail instead.”

The two were grunting as they pushed fresh manure out from their butts, which splattered messily down the tube. The smell was getting stronger, and I found myself swishing my tail to keep the flies off of me that landed on my back. My curiosity about all this led to a revelation.

“Wait. So there are other former humans here? All of these bulls were once people?”

Apollo snickered, “Sure are! Everyone has been through what you went through bud!”

“Yup, Mr Mainson has built a thriving business off of scamming desperate suckers like you and me to provide for his fertilizer business,” Brutus explain in the middle of grunting and pushing out sloppy turds, “S’pose the incentive of freedom makes us work harder than a regular old animal would.”

I lowered my head. At least I hadn’t been the only victim, I felt slightly comforted by that at least.

“So what’d he get you for then partner?” Apollo leaned his head into the pen I was occupying. He seemed almost too casual about all of this.

I blushed, though it wasn’t visible across my red fur, “Gambling debt… it turns out the blackjack ring I was playing in was owned by his damned brother.”

Brutus chuckled, then farted. “Hooo boy that’s tough luck for you, sounds like he’s got you here for a while then!”

“Yeah, would hate to be in your shoes—or hooves as it were,” Apollo agreed.

I tilted my head, “Yeah, I guess three months is a long time to be stuck like this. But in the grand scheme of things it’s not too bad, right?”

My two neighbors looked at each other. Then they began to snort, then snicker until finally they burst out laughing. I felt my head grow hot with embarrassment as they continued to chuckle at my expense.

“What's so funny?” I barked out in frustration.

Brutus was the first to compose himself long enough to start talking, “Son you must have really been in a hurry when you signed that contract weren’t ya?”

I swallowed nervously, trying to recall what the paper said. It must’ve been lost when I burst out of my clothes, “I mean the flier said three months of work for $100K. That’s enough to pay off my debt!”

“Yeah, three months to pay it off in full, not to make it go away,” Brutus stated. He didn’t sound condescending or mocking, only simply stating it as if it were obvious.

“Hate to break it to you kid, but that was a deadline you agreed to, not a contract length,” Apollo concurred, “We learned that the hard way.”

I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. More sweat began to pour from my head as my tailhole flexed as the words the two said parsed through my brain, “B-But, then what’s gonna happen in three months…?”

“Well, it’ll probably start building interest I imagine,” Brutus stated flatly.

“Then you’ll have to pay that off as well!” Apollo added on.

It felt like my mind was a whirlwind at this point; my bull body was paralyzed as I tried to do the math in my head. Mr. Mainson said that he sold manure here at ten dollars per bag: my debt was $100,000--and at a rate of ten dollars per bag: this farm would have to produce about 111 bags of manure a day for me to pay everything off in time. How the hell was I going to manage that when I haven’t even started pooping myself!

As the realization of the mess I had gotten into fully sank over me, my body began to shake. Everything felt so disconnected and unreal, as if I was trapped in a bad dream. The pain in my lower bowels flared and my stomach gurgled again unhappily, but at this point it was like I couldn’t process anything except the numbers that I had calculated.

Maybe Brutus empathized with me, I wasn’t too sure, but he put his head into my pen and spoke softly, “Don’t feel too bad kid, all of us are here because we agreed to something we thought was too good to be true. You’re not alone at least.”

Apollo nodded his head, “Yeah, not much we can do about it now, besides, you know…”

He grunted and released another lump of manure, and I heard it plop down the hole. The bull was huffing in satisfaction, his tail swishing away the flies. I had no idea how this guy was so openly brazen about this.

The message was clear to me: I needed to start producing as soon as possible if I ever wanted to be a human again! Not wanting to waste a single second, I raised my tail and tried to force myself to push out the massive buildup of the leftovers from the feast, which had been begging to be released for the last twenty minutes. Nothing happened.

“Come on kid, what’s the hold up?”

Apollo and Brutus were staring at me intently. Despite how desperately I needed to go, I just couldn’t shit while they were watching. Being turned into a bull was one thing, but defecating in front of other people was too mortifying to even consider. I always hated using public bathrooms, even the idea of someone hearing me taking a dump was too much for my modesty to handle. However in the midst of the anxiety, I managed to loosen a bit for a brassy fart to make its way out.

FRRBBBPPT!

I whined in embarrassed humiliation, which through my new vocal chords came out as a grunt. I could hear my two stablemates continuing to defecate as if nothing was happening. Why wouldn’t they go away and leave me to stew in peace?

Apollo snickered, “Nervous huh calf? Oh boy, I remember how shy I was on my first day. Course’ with the feast I had too--I couldn’t hold it in forever. I must’ve filled at least ten whole bags in one sitting that day!”

His tone was nostalgic, I still couldn’t fully grasp how these two were reminiscing about being in this situation like some kind of fond childhood memory. But one thing was right, I really needed to poop, and I was reaching the limit of how long I could hold it in. Another hot fart ripped out of my backside, this one much louder and way stinkier than the first.

PLBBBBBBRTTT!

Both Apollo and Brutus leaned over into my stall, and I felt my bull body seize up. He managed to shrug his shoulders somehow easily and there was another deafening splattering sound as he sent more shit down the hole.

“C’mon kid, there’s no need for modesty now, we’re bulls now, making manure is what we do best,” Brutus said firmly, “And besides, you’re not gonna pay off your debts any faster holding it in like that. So just relax yer butt and let it out!”

Huffing, and sweating, I could no longer hold it back, it was happening whether I wanted it to or not. The dam in my ass burst and I let off the biggest fart I had ever passed.

FLLLLLLLRRRRRPPPPPPBBBLT!

My mouth opened in a massive moan as I spread my back legs apart until they were against the sides of the stall. Somehow I managed to get into a squatting position and I began to defecate. The logs began to pour out at a steady rate, sloppily falling down the hole and landing with an audible splashing at the bottom. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, mooing loud enough to echo across the shack. Each fart that ripped from my ass was like a thunder crack, and the smell was intense: the eggy sulfurous odor was already bad from Apollo and Brutus, but somehow my own emissions were ramping it up nearly tenfold. I didn’t care, the relief I was feeling was so intense, I felt blood swelling to my cock and I instantly sprung a boner. I tilted my head back and mooed louder as the brown sludge continued to flow with no signs of stopping.

PRT! PLOP! SPLASH! FRRRRRRRRRT! HNNGH! Ahhhh~! FRRTT! PLLLRPT! Mooo~!

My dump lasted nearly a whole five minutes, five whole uninterrupted minutes of pleasurable, humiliating defecation. I must’ve let out enough to fill up an entire barn, whether that was hyperbole or not, I didn’t care. My tongue was hanging out, a few more fresh lumps squeezed out and topped the massive mess I had made. I felt the flies landing on my butt again, and my tail automatically swiped to get them off.

“Haaaaaaaaahhhh…” I mooed. That was so good, I had never taken such a relieving dump in my entire life!

As I was breathing in, trying to catch my breath and letting the sulfurous odor fill my lungs, I realized that neither of my two neighbors had said a word during any of my ‘performance’. Apollo and Brutus were staring at me, starry-eyed and mouths hanging open. I felt my face turn red again.

“What?” I spat out indignantly, “I really had to go!”

Apollo burst out laughing, “That was seriously impressive! Like, holy cow I’ve never seen one bull produce that much shit before!”

Brutus snorted in agreement, “You’re a natural calf! Hell, we should start callin’ you Zeus on the account of all that thunder you made!”

Zeus. For some reason, that name rang through my head. I bowed forward, I actually kind of liked that, it was a good bull name. For the first time since my transformation, I actually felt slightly proud of myself. I still had a massive erection though, I hoped the other two hadn’t noticed. I bit my lip as I tried to ignore the arousal.

The three of us finished up and exited the shack. The warm summer air blew against my fur and I took a deep breath of the fresh, farm air. Sure I could still smell the leftovers from the mess I had made, but now there was a sense of pride that I had never felt before. Apollo and Brutus were animatedly chatting alongside me: they were in the same boat I was, so might as well try and make friends while I was here.

As we headed for the fields, I wondered how many bags I had filled from that dump alone: and if I could somehow beat that record in the upcoming days.

Before I could daydream about it any further, I felt a pressure building up in my gut again. It didn’t feel solid, so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let it out here. I lifted my tail, relaxed my bowels and let out a loud fart.

PLLLBBBRT!

It was amazing; I had only been a bull for about an hour now and this felt so natural to me.

Apollo shot me an impressed smile. “Woah, looks like Zeus still has some thunder left in him! Definitely the right call naming ya that!”

It felt strange hearing the nickname stick, it was like my old identity was slipping away. Still, Apollo and Brutus’ impressed reactions made me feel proud.

“Aye, I can tell it felt good, given that is still sticking up like a sore thumb,” teased Apollo, glancing down at my groin.

The erection that I had developed during my monstrous dump was still stiff and twitching. I blushed again.

“O-oh god, is it still there?”

Brutus did the ‘bull shrug’ with his upper shoulders, “It’s to be expected, your body is still getting used to all these strange new sensations so you’re gonna be pretty hypersensitive to them for a while.”

“Yeah, not to be crass but all that strong forceful air rumbling out yer gut is like sticking a vibrator against your prostate!” chimed Apollo, “Hell I’d enjoy while you can, it never quite goes away but there’s nothing like experiencing it for the first few days.”

I released another hot fart and felt an intense sensation as my cock began to twitch, begging for release. Frustration building, I found myself digging a hoof into the ground out of frustration. How the hell could I even masturbate in my current predicament, was I going to spend all summer constantly horny?

Apollo noticed me stamping my hoof and snickered, “Well would you look at that Brutus, seems like Zeus here is all pent up!”

The black bull snorted, “Woof no kidding, bet you wish you still had hands instead of those hooves right now huh boy?”

By the look on my face, Brutus immediately could tell I wasn’t in the mood to be teased about this. The arousal flared up again and I nearly whined as my hoof dug into the grass again.

“How the hell do you guys deal with getting these? There’s no way you can just ride them out, right?”

Apollo sidled up to me, and I felt our horns touching, “Well, although there are plenty of cows on the farm, Mr. Mainson forbids us from trying to mate with them. If he didn’t he’d be up to his ears in newborn calves.”

My ears went flat against my head—screwing an animal didn’t sound entirely like a great idea.

Brutus chimed in, “Typically he sets up a breeding mount for us once a month to get our frustration out and we usually wreck that thing in like a day. Unfortunately you just missed this month so you’ll have to wait for the next to arrive.”

A whole month? This was going to be torture. The arousal wasn’t going away, as if talking about it was making it worse. I suddenly felt Brutus approaching me and we stopped in our tracks. He positioned his head so he could whisper into my tagged ear.

“That being said Zeus, we can let you in on a little secret if you wanna know how to take care of it sooner.”

I realized my heart was starting to beat a little faster as I found myself between Apollo and Brutus again. I could smell the masculine farmyard scent of their fur, coupled with the remains of the dumps we all took.

“S-Secret?”

Apollo winked, “Well, while the cows are off limits—Mainson doesn’t have a rule about doing it with other bulls you know!”

The words pinged around in my head and I found myself unable to speak. Apollo rubbed against my side and purred. It was at this point I realized the pair were equally as erect as I was. A bright blush formed in my face yet again.

“Wait do you mean… are you asking me to have sex with you?”

“Aye, it’s the trick we’ve discovered to relieve all that pent up stress when we get horny. Me and Apollo are certainly no strangers to it.”

Apollo swished his tail and chuckled, “Yup! And I can tell you right now that Brutus’s ass is better than any breeding mount you could ever imagine, Zeus.”

Brutus for once looked embarrassed, “Be quiet.”

It was the first time I’d seen Brutus’s cocky demeanor change to something more bashful. I admit, it was nice to witness. But still I couldn’t accept what I had just been proposed and the embarrassed blush burned deeper.

“Look.. I appreciate the offer, but well…I’m not into other guys.”

A burst of laughter expelled from Apollo’s mouth, coming out sounding like a moo, “Neither were we before we transformed! But who cares, we’re bulls now, there’s no shame in having some fun. When you get a raging erection demanding to be taken care of, a tight, warm, bull hole is hard to turn down!”

Brutus nodded, “Indeed. We’re beyond measley human labels. Just think of it as a friend helping you out, working through the new instincts. And besides, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to stick your thing in here.”

The black bull turned around and raised his tail, presenting his leathery hole to me. It was still smudged with shit from our earlier session. This was so messed up: I wasn’t gay, and I never even thought about fucking a dude before!

My cock throbbed again. I bit my lip. The arousal was still building, and if taking a dump felt orgasmic, imagining the relief I’d get from cumming was tantalizing. I bowed my head in resignation.

“Alright, I guess it couldn’t hurt to give it a try…”

“Excellent! Just buck yourself up on me, calf--don’t worry I can take the weight!”

Was I really going through with this? I swallowed as I tried to figure out how to lift my heavy body up onto Brutus’ back. I was technically on all fours, but if I put the weight on my hindlegs, I realized I could get my front half up. After a false start, I managed to get my body up high enough to bring my legs onto the black bull’s back.

“Ooof! Nice one, keep yer balance calf, scoot if you need to!”

Now that I was on something, I could push my weight forward, and after inching myself I felt the tip of my erection pressing against something squishy and warm. I felt the blush rush through my cheeks--my cock was telling me to do it, Apollo and Brutus were watching.

With a thrust, I entered Brutus’ ass. The black bull panted, shook his ass and let out an approving moo!

“Hnngh! You got it Zeus, fuck me!”

While this whole thing was also insane and embarrassing, now that I had taken the dump, the barriers of humiliation had crumbled. For the first time, I was starting to feel like an actual bull, I had a body underneath me, and I had a cock to satisfy! Letting my instincts guide me, I began to thrust and soon my member was embedded deep into Brutus’ hole. He was right--it was really warm, and the muscles rippled and massaged it, the shit acting like some kind of lube to make penetration easier, and I wanted more.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…mooooo!” I bellowed out. It was incredible, and I began to rut and my bull dick began to pump.

“Yeah Zeus, you’re a goddamned natural!” Brutus was taking it, taking the thrusts and the weight I was putting on him.

“Definitely got the hang of it on the first go!” Apollo cheered on, “Took me at least three days to figure it all out!”

Thrusting my hips in a rhythmic pattern, I took in the sensations of Brutus’s warm, squishy hole, trying to match my breathing to the humps. I could feel like about to release, and with one final buck I let out a loud.

“MMMMRRROOOOOOOOOO~!”

I spurted hot bull seed directly into the stinky cavern. My cock vibrated as I felt a hot brush of wind blow against it--he just farted onto my dick! That sent a wave of horny pleasure through my entire bull body and I came a second time. Brutus waved his ass in appreciation, and I could see him releasing his load onto the grass in thick creamy bursts. Apollo was dancing a little, unable to applaud.

Brutus and I stayed like that for a few minutes, I took in his masculine, sulfurous, musky smell. I was starting to like this, I had been a bull for an hour and I already had two life-altering orgasmic experiences.

“Alright Zeus, you can get off me now,” the black bull said curtly.

Sheepishly I managed to slide my softened cock out of his leathery hole and drop back to the grass. Still basking in the afterglow, I took notice of Apollo. The brown bull had an erection too, and it wasn’t fair that Brutus and I got to have all of the fun. I trotted over to him, lowering my snout to his ear and whispered.

“Here, get down Apollo, I’ll take care of that for you~”

He seemed surprised, but he nodded and tucked his legs in to get onto the ground before rolling onto his side. So that’s how bulls laid down, I never knew how.

It took me a second to figure out how to follow, but eventually I managed to get my body laying next to him so that we were in a 69 sort of position. Apollo’s cock was bright red and thin, showing against his brown belly fur.

I turned my head over towards Apollo’s face, as he was now on his side and had his back legs spread. The brown bull had a horny grin on his face as I went over to his groin and parsed my lips. Closing my eyes, I took Apollo’s cock into my mouth and began to blow the brown bull. If I were still a human, I’d have spat it out and ran for the hills in utter disgust with myself. But I was an animal now, so screw it.

“Oh hell yeah Zeus, been all hot and bothered since hearing you crack thunder, so this is really great!”

Apollo mooed appreciatively as I blew him, imagining it like it was an udder and I was trying to milk it. The meat was salty, and had that same barnyard musk that I was starting to like. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsating as I ran my tongue on the underside and sunk my teeth gently into it. Apollo was murmuring and rumbling in pleasure, and Brutus was watching us with a large grin across his snout. I just needed something to send Apollo over the edge, and I knew how exactly to accomplish this. It was time to live up to my nickname. I raised my tail and lifted my rump.

FRRRRRRRRTTTTTPPHBT!

With the release of the thunder, Apollo’s cock jerked hard and my mouth was instantly filled with creamy, salty spunk. The musk it let off was so overpowering, I had to breathe out of my nostrils as I tried to swallow as much as I could without choking. Apollo had his tongue lolled out and was mooing as he rode the waves of ecstasy the orgasm generated. He fired another glob, and I was drinking it all down like musky milk.

“Well, well, well, the first day and you’re already giving into the heat huh?”

It was Mr. Mainson. The three of us were too lost in the heat of the moment to notice him approaching from up the field. I felt an instant surge of mortified embarrassment surge through me as I spat out Apollo’s cock and tried to scramble to my feet, but I couldn’t figure out how to work my limbs.

To my surprise, Apollo and Brutus were able to get up and stand in front of me, blocking me from Mainson’s view.

“Screw off, old man!” Apollo bellowed. He stamped his feet and huffed out of his nostrils.

“Zeus is our friend, and we’re not letting you fuck around with him!” Brutus snarled, swiping his front leg like a bull in a fighting ring would.

Mr. Mainson put his hands up plaintively and chuckled, “Alright, alright boys, no need to get mad. Glad to see he’s acclimated to life here is all.”

The farmer walked away, and I stared up at the two from my position in the ground. It wasn’t going to be easy moving forward, but I felt like as long as I had these two as my friends, I could get used to being this way.

And so the summer days came and went. I was producing record amounts of manure a day, and Apollo and Brutus were there alongside me, cheering me on. I did meet some of the other bulls and learned their stories, but Apollo, Brutus and I became inseparable. After our dumps, we’d frolic in the fields, sometimes helping relieve each other whenever we were aroused. We slept next to each other in the barn, and ate our meals and joked about how much we would shit later. The still-human farmhands would bathe us on occasion, and provide us with food, and I came to truly appreciate being a bull.

Whether I was on track to clear my debt in time, I didn’t really care. After all, why would I want to leave when I have everything I could ever want here?