Tales of the Bodyshaper: Bull's Milk

by Shravasti

Varack grunted and pulled as hard as he could. Normally, it should not be hard for a bull to break out of confinement, but Varack found that the two equine guardsmen who were holding him had too firm a grasp. As if that wasn't bad enough, he had his pants around his ankles, his limping cock still fresh with the juices of the tight little vulpine he'd found for himself in some castle standing away from the nearby town. Evidently, the girl's screams were loud enough for the guards to hear, and they overpowered Varack very soundly. He didn't think they stacked stallions bigger than him in the local royal guard, but these ones held him and hauled him so soundly. They paused to put restraints on his arms and legs, and he noticed a glow issuing from one of the guard's fingers as he touched the center of both restraints. Some kind of magic spell?

They hauled him up into the back of the cart, tugging his pants from him as he fell in, chuckling at his nakedness. They'd not even given him time to recover his clothes. "I hope that vixen was worth losing all that." one of the guards quipped before closing the door. Varack huffed through his nose in frustration. Were they going to castrate him or kill him? Neither option was at all palatable to him, but being made into a steer was the worst of the two as far as he was concerned.

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They eventually reached their destination, though Varack had no way of knowing where or how long they traveled. The guards opened the door. "Stand!" one of them commanded. They had his wrists and thighs tied up, how the fuck was he supposed to...

The restraints lit up, and Varack suddenly found himself stepping out of the cart against his will. He tried to pull against it, but it just made his limbs feel numb even as they still moved. "Follow!" came another command, and Varack was paraded through what he was able to determine was a busy marketplace in a large city. He remembered he was naked, and he normally didn't mind being naked in public, but there was something about the way the people were looking at him that didn't sit right, some were even laughing. That didn't help him feel any better about his potential fate.

The guards took him to a castle, which he noticed had plenty of room leading up to it. Had they taken him through that marketplace on purpose? Varack's trepidation of the whole things was already bad, but the way they took him around to the side of the castle, to a basement entrance guarded by another bull. "The meat never learns, does it?" said the door guard, an imposing black bull. The huge creature looked Varack up and down, evaluating his light brown fur and his muscles. Then he held up Varack's cock and balls in his hands. "Shame you had to waste this. Well, you won't be needing it soon."

Varack tried to struggle, but he couldn't move, but he could cuss. "Don't fucking touch me, you fucking faggot! Go bend over for one of your friends here!"

The bull stood up, crossing his arms. "They're all that mouthy in the end, but don't you worry, your mouth will have better uses soon. Get him into position. The master's ready for him now."

Before he could question what any of that meant, they ushered Varack inside. He passed by guards and slaves, all in a similar state of undress. The only thing that set them apart, except for their attitudes, was a black collar on the slaves and a black armband on the guards. One such guard, a wolf, was helping himself to a pregnant vixen, who he noticed was wearing a red collar. All the slaves had a very vacant expression on their faces, and there was only one explanation Varack could think up as to why they were so pliant. This master had to be a hypnotist.

The equines set him up against the wall. There were no rings or chains, but his enchanted restraints gravitated to metal plates. One of the equines patted his ass, and they left him standing there, back to the wall with his arms up and his legs apart.

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He was starting to get stiff, waiting there standing for 10 minutes before someone came in. It was a hooded figure, walking hunched over. Varack noticed the long snout of a rat peeking out from the hood. "Finally." Varack sighed. "You wanna tell me what this is all about? Where's the wardens or arbitrators?"

The rat raised his head, a pair of glowing yellow eyes peering out from under the hood. "There are no more arbitrators. Ones like you are sent to me now. I will be in charge of passing and executing sentence."

"I saw the fuck-drones you had out there. If you think you can hypnotise me, you're sadly mistaken."

"All bluster." said the rat. "From someone who does not yet understand, but you will. For example, don't you think your bladder could use emptying?"

"What the fuck are you ta..." suddenly, Varack felt his bladder fill almost instantly, and felt the immediate urge to let it all out on the floor. The rat watched him pee, his eyes gleaming. The rat stepped up to him, placing a hand on Varack's chest. He felt an itch in his fur, and suddenly his rich brown turned into the white and black splotches of a holstein cow. This was no mere hypnotist.

"Now you understand." said the rat, who shed his robe as he stepped back. His body was feminine, curvy, but he was also sporting a black cock that was not only down to his knees, but thicker than any he'd seen before, even on equines. "I am a shaper of the flesh, and the mind. My name is Lah, and I am your executor now." He bent down to pick out something from his robe, a scroll, and read from it. "Hmm, very naughty. Helping yourself to a lord's daughter without her permission, hmm?"

"I don't need permission." Varack bragged. "Anywhere or anytime."

"And that is why you are here. Prisoner S-0117. You are charged with Grievous Bodily Harm and Rape under the lord's law. What you plead is not important, nor is your name, because if they were, you wouldn't be here. Your sentence is Death..."

Wait, what?

"...of Self. You shall be reshaped into someone new, someone useful to society, that your old self may be forgotten for all times. Such sentence to be carried out now."

Varack tried to say something, but he found his throat locked up. Lah stepped up to him, and Varack's eyes couldn't help but watch that enormous cock sway at the rat walked. "Since you think women are things to be used, so shall you be used, I think. Let's start with this." Varack's eyes widened. Lah's finger was on his cock. He felt a tingle, and bit by bit, it began to shrink. The bull's penis stopped, as it got to barely above the size Varack was when he was 10. "I'll let you savor that a moment, while I take care of your body." The finger travelled up his muscled chest, and they began to melt away, all of his muscle did. The restraints stayed tight as he began to shrink. It was straining on him, leaving him panting as though he'd just cum buckets. "Just a moment to let your body recover from the strain." Lah said, stepping back. There was a teapot on the nearby table, and Lah poured himself a cup. As he sipped, his golden eyes locked to Varack's, and a flash of that huge bull at the side door flashed into his mind for just a moment, except he was naked, standing tall above him. So that was it, they were gonna turn him into some kind of sissy. Have him bend over for some buggering. Actually, that didn't sound like a bad idea...

Varack shook his head. The rat was getting into his mind, influencing him. To make matters worse, his dick was standing up, pathetically, almost plaintively. It was a shadow of it's former glory. Once Lah finished his tea, he stepped up again, stroking Varack's tiny cock. Varack whimpered, almost girlishly as he was overcome with pleasure. "Time to say goodbye." said Lah, and there was a sudden uptick of the pleasure. His cock was shrinking again. No, it was going inside of him. A pussy! Varack felt his insides churning as they reshaped, feeling his testes become ovaries. "What use is another fuckboi?" said Lah. "A cow is much more useful."

Varack panted as his hips began to grow out. "Let's see." Lah said, looking him over. "A proper breeder's body should do."

'Oh, yes! Breed me!' said another voice in Varack's head. He tried to ignore it, but his entire body was aflame with the pleasure now. He looked down to see that he had broad hips, wide and round enough to almost make a full circle. His buttocks popped out, huge and plush. His tongue hung out limply as the tingle hit his face, reshaping it to something more feminine. Lah looked over the sight, a big-assed holstein cow with a flat chest. He rubbed Varack's new clit, the cow yelping and wiggling in HER restraints, panting heavily. "Just give up." the rat said. 'Just give up.' said the voice. Varack agreed, shuddering as she had her first female orgasm, multiple spurts of juice making a bigger mess of the stone floor. "My you're a squirter. You'll make a fine cow."

Varack found her tongue, only briefly. "F-fuck you..." Her ears shot up, this was not the voice she started with, it was the one she'd been hearing in her head. No, now it WAS her voice.

'Yes, fuck him!' said that voice again. 'I bet you'd like to wrap your lips around that huge dong.'

Varack shook her head. "No! No! I can't..."

'Yeah, you could. You totally want to.'

Varack caught herself staring at Lah. "I... do I?"

Lah nodded. "I see the mental influence is taking. I could just wash your mind away now and start fresh. But I like to torture them as I turn them into someone else. Speaking of which, what is a cow without a nice rack?"

"No cow at all." she found herself saying in exact unison with him. Then her chest felt really good. Her nipples puffed out, Varack's eyes nearly crossed as she looked down, watching them grow, heavier, bigger, longer. Lah let them fall into his hands, and fill out in them, following them away from Varack as they extended to a huge size, hanging down to her hips and each rivaling them in size. In each of Lah's hands, her nipples elongated, stretching out to 4 inches. "What would happen if I did this, I wonder?" Varack's head tilted up, biting her lip and crossing her legs as Lah stroked each of her nipples like two dicks, and like two dicks, they came. Out came large amounts of milk in a steady stream. It felt incredible, but it almost felt like her breasts weren't emptying in the slightest. Lah helped himself to a taste.

"That's more like it. You can take those restraints off, now." The restraints disappeared, and Varack collapsed to the ground, landing on her breasts which squeezed out more milk. Her eyes looked up at Lah. She wanted badly to attack him... attack him and... what was it again? Lay back? Lay back and let him fuck her? Yes, maybe that would be the right thing. Admittedly, though, she felt so weak that she had a hard time even thinking of getting up. Maybe she was better right here, with her ass up in the air for anyone to use.

Lah crouched before her, bringing her face to face with his huge cock. It was so big, and so close, she had to go crosseyed to behold it. But instead, Lah took hold of her chin, meeting her eye to eye. "Who am I?" he asked "M-master?" she answered as he mouthed the word.

"Good, and you are?" He mouthed the name as she formed it. "Lily?"

"And what is Lily for?"

"Fuck!" Lah's mouth didn't move. That was all her.

Lah's large, black cock uplifted itself like an arm, and the rat lightly batted her nose with it. "You know what to do."

'That's right' she thought 'I've got to have it!' She sat up slightly, opening up her mouth, plunging it upon that cock. Her mouth seemed to accommodate it easily, and it kept going in, deeper and deeper, her throat was tight, but it likewise seemed to have no trouble taking that cock. Lah grabbed her by her now-tiny horns, thrusting his hips. Lily snorted and giggled, suckling on that cock happily as it plunged back and forth in her mouth. She squeezed her nipples in pleasure, squirting out even more milk, hoping that Lah's cock would reiterate the action. She could practically feel the huge veins on Lah's cock bulge as it all hardened, so that he could spurt large amounts of his seed down her throat, more than it seemed her nipples squirted milk. But she could take it, she had to take it, that was what she was for. She loved it, she loved gulping and gurgling on Master's cum. Lah pulled his cock back, and it was shiny, but clean, then drooped back to flacid like a switch had been flipped. He stepped over to the nearby table, producing a collar.

It was a red one, like the vixen she saw earlier. "This is the collar of a house slave. Instead of being bought by a master, you shall stay here, fulfilling a purpose for us."

He set the collar about her neck, and she tried to express herself. "I-I'm so... happy, master."

"You'll be happier when you get put to work, I think." said the rat. "You can come in now."

She heard hoofsteps coming up behind her. She chanced a look back, seeing that same black bull she'd encountered before, naked and hard. Her tail snapped up of it's own will immediately. "Very nice." the bull commented. walking slowly behind her, inspecting that large ass. "Just the way I like them, soft, curvy and brought down several pegs."

Lily was trembling now, having this aroused bull standing behind her, making her jiggle. He crouched down, driving her insane as his finger touched along her vulva, feeling how moist it was. He gave her rear a swat, and the cow yelped, covering his hooves in her juices, and adding to the ever-growing puddle of milk in front of her. She wanted him now, she wanted what he was packing between those legs, churning in those testicles. "I appreciate this, boss."

The rat grinned, sitting back to watch the spectacle. "It's the least I could do for someone who's put in such loyal service, Angelo."

The bull pressed his nose into her crack, snorting his hot breath into her tailhole. She was shaking heavily now. He stepped in front of her, sawing his hard cock up and down her nose. "What do we say, meat?" he asked.

What were the words? "P-please, Master... Breed me! Fill me with your calf!" That was it.

"Good answer." he replied, teasingly swatting her nose with his heavy cock, she felt like she could almost cum from that alone. He stepped back behind her, tugging her tail up. She looked back at him, grinning stupidly as he loomed up behind her. He took his time, letting the both of them savor things, wiggling his cocktip into her slowly. Angelo grunted satisfyingly, she was damn tight, and he knew Lah's designs would keep her that way, no matter how many calves passed out of her. The thought of making calves fueled Angelo's furnace and he plowed his hips forward. The tight little cow came immediately, spurting milk all over the floor, wetting Angelo's lap up. He bent forward, grabbing her love handles, bucking harder, like a real bull should. Lah chuckled as he watched the display, Lily's buttocks rippling with every impact. Angelo took hold of her arms, pulling her upright, crouching back slightly to bounce her atop his lap. She fell into the form of a cow well, entire body moving up and down almost like she was made of gelatin. Her insides felt decidedly firmer than her outsides, Angelo noticed, grasping his cock from end to end whilst drooling all over it. Angelo felt himself getting closer, jamming his cock in her harder, squeezing more milk out of her breasts. "What does a cow say to her bull when she wants him to knock her up?"

"MOOOOOOOO!!" she replied. Angelo groaned, giving one final thrust, hilting himself inside her as he filled her womb with his seed. She could only leak milk, pant and giggle stupidly. Once he was finished, Angelo shoved her off him to the floor, still she giggled. He hooked a leash to her collar, pressing his still-hard cock against her nose, his cum and her juices smearing on her nose. She took the hint, suckling on his cock. Milking a bull as it were. But she took it too slowly for Angelo's liking, so he grabbed the back of her head, shoving his cock down her throat. "GLLK!"

"Don't break her nose, Angelo" Lah remarked.

Angelo made it short and sweet, carelessly reaching into the back of her throat, slapping his balls against her chin until he flooded her throat with more of his seed. "One more for the road." said Angelo, wrapping the leash up in his hand and leading her out of the room, making sure she stayed on all fours. He led her out into the holding area, where she'd passed by earlier as a cocky bull, now a cow who'd had cock in her and would never stop wanting more. Angelo walked proudly as he led her along, happily crawling behind, displaying all the cum that was oozing out of her sex. He took her to a cage, broad barred, but certainly not enough for her to fit through, but wide enough to be fucked through, no doubt. He tossed her in, closing the door. He tested her responses, waggling his cock, seeing her eyes firmly locked to it. "Catch you later, meat." he said, stepping away to the showers. Lily sat back, staring at the cum oozing out of her sex. She looked over to the cage next door, the pregnant vixen sitting there looking at her. They both giggled vacuously at each other, satisfied in their lifestyles, as Lah intended.

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"Sentence passed." Lah said out loud as he wrote onto a scroll, another record to write up. He'd retreated to his chambers, the lamp lighting him warmly as he sat there naked, finishing up more paperwork. Once it was done, he rolled it up, putting it in a basket to file later. He stood up, taking a stretch as he moved to his bed. A mouse lay there waiting for him, unusally large and muscular, bearing an equine cock that was hard and ready. Lah sat down on the bed, the mouse, leaning up to kiss his back, stroking his arm. "Another job well done." the mouse said.

"Isn't that always the way?" Lah replied, his black cock rising. "I never thought I'd be turning this into a day-by-day job."

"Well, that's because you're so good at it, just look at me." the mouse said, sitting up, sliding Lah into his lap. "They can never deny your talent, or your value. You could be running this city."

"Such an unusual thing to say, since you used to be a senior councilman." Lah smirked, taking one of the mouses hands, suckling on his fingers.

"Well, I'm much happier with you now, Master." said the mouse, kissing the rat's shoulder.

Lah slid up on the mouses lap, letting that equine cock push up under his ballsack. "Just as I'm much happier in my own little corner, doing my part. Guiding the lost in the right direction, criminal or elite, whether they like it or not." Lah relaxed himself, setting his legs apart, pulling that equine cockhead between his legs. "I've already got enough paperwork as it is. Now fuck me."

"Yes, master." the mouse replied, thrusting his hips upward, pressing his cock into Lah's tailhole to the hilt. As he bucked, he tilted Lah's hips inward, leaning over a shoulder to press the rat's thick, black cock to his lips. His thrusting in turn pressing Lah's cock further into his mouth. Lah braced his hands on the mouse's hips. "Oooh... you know just how to work me up."

The mouse popped off and tilted his head to briefly drag his tongue along Lah's tip. "All according to your design, master."

The two rodents settled into a steady pace, that equine cock finding unusual ease in reaching all the way into Lah's innards. The mouse pressed his head in further, showing incredible flexibility, both in his back and his throat. They increased their speed, working towards an inevitable conclusion. Lah's golden eyes closed, his entire body tightening up, refusing to let his partner go as he came, the mouse quaffing large amounts of seed and letting not a drop escape, his stomach distending slightly. In turn, he came inside Lah, reciprocating his filling by pumping his seed into his master. The two rodents sat there, relishing in the pleasure of their bulging stomachs and their constant bodily contact.

Lah relaxed, letting everything settle, the mouse's cock not softening in the slightest. He stuck his tongue out playfully. "I love my work."

"And your work loves you, master." said the mouse.

-End