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“Hey dad, it’s here!”

Granger Sutton excitedly brought the cardboard box into the farmhouse kitchen, brushing his brown hair out of his emerald eyes, and exposing his freckled nose. His father, Brian Sutton was sitting at the table, reading the paper. He and Granger were almost a perfect image of one another--except Brian’s hair was a lighter shade, his eyes were brown, and his skin was wrinkled, as it does for a forty-nine year old. His aging spots were thankfully hidden underneath a graying scruffy beard and mustache.

“Well, they sure took their sweet time huh?”

Using a knife from the kitchen, Brian cut through the tape and rummaged through the packaging peanuts. Two vials of orange fluid were in the box, along with a syringe.

“Eyup, took them a week longer than they said, but it got here regardless.”

Granger held each of them up to his face, examining its contents, “Are you sure it’s the real deal and not just like orange-colored water or something?”

Brian privately admitted his twenty-one year old son could be a little dense at times, but that didn’t stop him from loving his boy. Ever since the divorce, Granger was all he had left in the world, and was the only one who knew about his little secret. After all, Brian wouldn’t be doing this all by himself.

“It’s the real deal son, one vial can last up to twenty-four hours.”

Granger looked starry-eyed up at his father, “So that means…we’re really gonna be bulls?”

Brian gave him a warm smile, “Would your old man lie to you, son?”

He didn’t want to tell Granger how much he had spent to acquire this. In fact, he spent numerous hours corresponding to the seller, making sure everything was intact. At first, Brian planned on doing this all by himself, but his son was a lot smarter than he came off sometimes and found out about the plan. He insisted he should be part of it too.

“Let’s do this outside, don’t wanna be messing up the house when it happens. Be sure to lock the door behind you and hide the key in the bushes. After that, meet me in the barn.”

His boy eagerly followed his instructions, making sure all of the doors and windows were locked before Granger bounded across the field to where his father would be waiting.

The Sutton Family Farm was the local dairy farm, it had existed for generations, but as of late Brian had been having trouble with keeping up production. Part of the issue was finding good enough breeding bulls to keep the livestock numbers up, they had plenty of dairy cows but few males. Jonson, their last breeding bull, was sold recently to afford their shipping costs.

But Brian had been looking into alternates--instead of ordering more males which not only would be another mouth to feed, and may not even get along with the girls, he scoured the deepest recesses of the web for something that wasn’t not only approved, but something that very few farmers would resort to.

Transformation serum.

Ever since Brian was a teenager, he had been obsessed with the idea of joining the bulls in the fields, shedding his human body for the feral, rawhide power of the bovine body. In fact, it was this secret kink of his which led to his divorce; his ex-wife didn’t approve of it at all. Maybe he should’ve also kept the computer under a password, because after a night searching the dark web, he had accidentally left the browser open for his eighteen son to find.

And that’s how he got Granger hooked onto transformation three years ago. It’s why he was excited to join his father in the barn to be part of this experience.

“Alright dad, I’m ready!”

Earlier this morning, Granger had let all of the dairy cows out into the fields to graze and refilled the troughs, so only he and his dad were in the barn. Normally he’d shut the doors to keep the livestock in, but given what was about to happen to them, it would be best to keep things accessible.

Granger immediately blushed when he saw his dad was completely naked. Brian’s hairy muscular gut hung lower over a hairy scrotum and low hanging balls. His son immediately turned away, embarrassed.

“Oh no need for modesty son,” Brian gently chastised, “You should get out of your clothes too if you don’t want to ruin them.”

His son knew that deep down, but Granger still turned away from his dad as he began to undress. The younger Sutton took off his boots, and stepped barefoot on the straw-laded floor, Granger slowly took off his overalls, jeans, socks and finally pulled his underwear down until he too was completely naked. When he did turn around, his eyes were fixated to his own bare feet, and then to the small table where the two syringes and serum vials were placed, and the stool they used for milking their cows.

“A-Are you sure this will work, I mean, what if they sent you something else?” Granger couldn’t look his dad in the eyes; too overcome with embarrassment.

Brian smiled, “Here, why don’t I go first? That way if there’s any problems, you won’t be affected.”

Granger knew how to use a syringe, he had given the cattle their shots before, so he picked up the first vial and slowly filled it with the serum. His dad placed his arm on the table, and his son injected it into the vein.

“How do you feel dad?” Granger asked.

Brian nearly stumbled off of the stool and landed on all fours. Granger’s heart jolted as he knelt down to help.

“No, no, just step back, I think it’s working!”

The changes were coming on faster than expected. Brian’s bare skin began sprouting reddish brown fur at a rapid pace, and his frame began to significantly bulk up. Granger took a step back in amazement as he watched his father transform before his very eyes: horn grew out of Brian’s forehead, his hands and feet darkened into thick hooves, and a tail sprouted out of his backside and swished happily behind his butt.

For Brian, this was a dream come true, it was everything he could ever want out of this. He felt so much more powerful now, muscles that were achy and sore after a long day of labor were expanded and stretching out. It was like he was in his twenties again: full of vigor and energy. His nostrils began to stretch out, forming a snout as the fur finally spread all across his body. The final part of his body to turn was his groin, his pubic hair turning into fur, his sagging balls lifting up and forming into a sheath. Brian’s already impressive shaft thinning and straightening into a pointed bull cock. To his surprise, he could still feel his beard hanging off from his chin. Based on the starstricken look his boy was giving him, the transformation worked! He let out a bellow of excitement as he stamped in place, testing out his new form and taking in just how good he felt!

“Whoa dad, you’ve turned into a Red Angus bull I think!” Granger marveled. He knew the breeds of cattle like the back of his hand.

URrrrRpppp!

Brian belched, the gas escaping from his new stomach. He licked his lips and tasted his own breath, it was the leftover sausage and eggs he had for breakfast. Granger waved his hand in front of his nose, the stink of animal breath and flatus was a one-two punch. But still, the serum proved to be the real thing, and Granger eagerly filled up the second syringe with the second vial’s contents.

“Hang on dad, I’ll be one soon!”

Granger winced as he injected the serum into his own arm; the pain from the injection was quickly replaced by a new sensation. It felt like a tingling under his skin, which quickly turned into a pleasantly warm rush of energy that was surging from the injection point and spreading throughout his body. A dizzying sense of vertigo overtook him, and just like his dad, he collapsed off of the stool and landed on all fours onto the straw-covered floor.

The transformation did feel pretty good. After discovering his dad’s browsing history, Granger was quickly indoctrinated into the world of TF, and he remembered when he first brought up the topic to his dad. Maybe it was just him being a hormonal teenager, but the idea of transforming into a bull soon became incredibly arousing. Doing this with his dad was their family’s equivalent of the father son hunting trip--it was an experience to bond over.

Granger purred as he felt his neck stretch out, the fur growing all over now, His fingers fused together, his hand changing into thick hooves. His spine and body was locked into a quadrupedal stance, now he couldn’t stand up if he tried. His nose flared up, his ears pulled out and flattened, and his jawline stretched out into a muzzle as his face morphed into that of a bovine.

“Oh wow dad, I never thought it could feel this good!”

Brian the bull was watching the changes his son was going through, and nearly every aspect of the transformation matched his; the fur, the hooves, the tail that sprouted out of his son’s spine and swished behind him. But something was different about it: Granger wasn’t growing any horns, and his fur was a softer, milkier brown adorned with white patches.

Granger moaned, “Hnngh, something is weird, why does my stomach feel so…?”

He could only crane his neck a little to look underneath him. That’s when Granger realized: something else was growing down there. A pink sac had formed right above his groin on his lower stomach. A new kind of pressure was filling it up; not like he had to pee, but it was a fullness that no human could ever experience. Four teats emerged and hung loose.

“Son? Are you growing an udder?” Brian’s voice came out clear to his boy, now that both were bovines, they could understand each other.

“D-Dad…ahh it feels weird…” Granger was moaning as the new sensation was affecting his groin area.

Granger’s cock was retreating back into his body, and in its place, a vaginal slit was forming. His udder was swelling and expanding out to a full size, hanging off his lower body. Brian stared boggle-eyed: his boy was no longer a boy, but a female cow!

The new cow looked over at her new body, a mixture of fascination and confusion adorning her face, “What happened? Why am I a girl now? I thought I was gonna be a bull…”

His dad bit his lip, “I dunno, maybe they mixed up the serums when they packaged them, hell you’re not even the same breed as me. I ordered two Red Angus serums, but you’re a female Jersey!”

“I mean, I’m still a cow right, it’s not so bad…”

Despite the swap in gender, Granger didn’t really seem to be all that bothered by it. In fact, as Brian got closer to his former son, the jersey cow belched right in his face.

BRUURRRPPP!!!

“Gotcha back, dad!” she giggled. Despite her voice being higher pitched, it was still unmistakably Granger.

Brian’s nose crinkled, their breath really was bad, but in a way he secretly enjoyed. He shook his broad shoulders and stamped playfully into the straw.

“Well, let’s take these new bodies of ours for a test drive!”

WIth the barn door now open, Brian and Granger stepped out into the field as bovines. It was marvelous: everything Brian had fantasies about was now coming true. He and his son raced through the open fields, letting the wind blow down their naked bodies, their hooves sinking into the soft dirt. After tiring themselves out, they stopped to munch on the delicious grass.

“Dad, I gotta fart!” Granger announced. Her body was trembling, and her tail was swishing hard.

Brian looked up from a mouthful of sweet grass, “Let it out son, we’re animals now, no need to keep it--”

PPLLLLBBBTT!!!

One whiff and Brian crinkled before he stuck his tongue out, “Whew! All this grub must’ve gone through all four of your stomachs, boy!”

There was a gurgle in the bull’s belly, and the former farmer grunted as he let it out.

FRLPBT!

Granger giggled, “Dang dad, I think that smelt worse than mine!”

The next few hours were bliss; father and son enjoying the freedom of bovine life, trotting amongst the other cows they raised, and belching and farting freely at their leisure. However, as the day went on, Brian and Granger began to talk less and less to one another. Something was happening, the more the two acted like animals the more they seemed to operate on instinct.

By 8pm, the sun was beginning to set, and the two had followed the rest of the herd back to the barn for rest. Thankfully, the water troughs and grain feeders had been pre-filled, and the herd feasted. As she was eating, Granger was trying really hard to recall something, looking over at the built Red Angus who was standing next her.

Bull, very attractive. Want to mate. No wait…isn’t he dad? No, not father, father would be bull…this one…mate…

Her cunt began to flare up, and an unbearable warmth began to blossom. Granger was in heat, and she needed a male. She trotted over to sniff him, waving her tail to present herself.

Brian got a whiff of something, and his mind began to race. Strange memories seemed to flow together, instincts fighting each other. There was a heifer in heat, and she was calling to him. His member stiffened with blood, sliding out of his shaft and forming a massive erection.

That female…was she…son? No, not son, female in heat…need to mount…need to mate…

The male bull stuck his nose into the Jersey’s flaring cunt, and the overpowering smell of estrus drove his sexual drive wild. The two didn't need to say anything to one another, their non-verbal body language said exactly what they desired.

With their human instincts clouded over, Brian mounted Granger and plunged his aching bull cock into her. The female jersey cow mooed in pleasure as the male pounded her aching puss--her udder swaying under the force of the Angus’ thrusts. The rest of the herd seemed to watch in interest as the two new members were mating right in the middle of their barn.

PRRRRTTTT!!!

Brian felt a hot brush of wind against his groin, his mate had just farted, and the manure-like smell helped drive him wilder for some reason. His instincts told him to follow that up, and he burped next to the Jersey’s ear.

URRRRPPP!!!

Granger was bucking back, and the stinky belch her mate let off sparked something familiar, but it wasn’t enough to overpower the urgent need to be bred. The two bovines let out guttural moos before she felt a tsunami of bull spunk flood her womb, his seed fertilizing her and giving her the calf that her body was prepared to create.

Both were exhausted from their fuck session, and Brian was the first to slid out, letting his seed drip to the barn floor. The Red Angus slowly dismounted from the female, found himself a neat pile of straw in the corner, tucked his legs and laid down, falling asleep before too long.

Granger was so tuckered out that she didn’t even find a straw pile. Her legs seemed to give out, and she collapsed to her side and quickly drifted off within the minute.

The roosters crowed at 5am on the dot, and the sky was painted with a pink and orange glow as the sun began to peek over the horizon. The first thing Brian Sutton felt when he opened his eyes was itchiness. He was lying naked in a pile of straw, and the farmer got up to his feet and scratched the stuff off his body.

“Woo boy, yesterday was quite the experience, almost wish it lasted a little longer…” he muttered to himself, although his memory of what occurred at the later parts of the day was fuzzy for some reason.

“Granger? Boy get up, fun’s over, we gotta get back to work.”

He scanned around the barn, looking for any signs of Granger. That was when he saw the brown Jersey cow sleeping in the middle of the floor. Brian stepped over and started to shake her side.

“Granger, Granger, wake up, it’s me, Dad.”

The heifer opened her eyes, blinked, and let out a yawn. The putrid breath was still the same, and it helped Brian remember something important: he had fucked his own son yesterday.

“D-Daaad?” the cow slurred, as if she was trying to remember how to talk. She looked down at her body, “You’re human, I’m still a cow?”

Brian rubbed the back of his head, “I think the serum worked a little too well, I think we…”

Granger’s eyes widened as the fog of last night cleared away, and her ears went flat against her head as the memory came back at once. “Oh my god, we actually…”

The two didn’t say anything for a few minutes, lost in the awkwardness of the situation.

“I’m pregnant aren’t I? That’s why I haven’t changed back?” Granger’s voice was small and timid.

His father averted his gaze, “I think so. I’m going to have to contact the company that sold me the serum, but I think you’re going to be spending a few months in this barn, boy.”

Brian put his nose against Granger’s snout, “It won’t be so bad, you get to continue being a lovely cow. I’ll feed you and milk you everyday. And cow pregnancies only last nine months, so I’m sure you’ll be back to yourself by the end of the year.”

Even though Granger was going to be a cow for a little longer than expected, it wouldn’t be all bad. She smiled as Brian returned to the barn, fully dressed, and carrying a brush and a milk pail. He rubbed her sides with the brush and began to milk her aching udder. As Granger purred, her mind settling into the pleasurable sensation, she tentatively grew excited for the future. After all, an extended vacation in the barn wasn’t the worst fate in the world, and by the end of it all the Sutton Family Farm would welcome a new calf to their herd.