Bull Fever
A commission for alert. A guy has an encounter in a truckstop bathroom and it ends up changing his relationship with his girlfriend a lot.
Sam tugged the zipper of his jeans down as he entered the dingy little restroom. It wasn't as filthy as he feared, save for the thin layer of grime on the yellowed tiles and a long winding crack running down the length of the mirror set up in front of the sinks. He stood in the stall; door locked behind him and enjoyed the solitary quiet of the lavatory. He counted the tiles in front of him as the trickle fell, prompting a little shudder of relief through his meager frame. He had pulled over on his way to his girlfriend's house; he had himself a 24 oz bottle of iced coffee at a cute little roadside café a mile back and it was already through his system by the time he was back on the road, bringing him to this truck stop that looked like it was pulled from an 80's movie. It had the lady working the counter with a huge head of sprayed curls, neon signs that flickered every time the door opened; there was even a pool table with a big, dark stain running through the faded green felt.
He finished his business and carefully pressed the flush lever with his shoe, and around that time a big cock flopped unceremoniously out of a glory hole he hadn't noticed before, right under a name and phone number most likely written there when phones still needed a cord. He looked away at first, blushing like a schoolgirl. But then he caught a smell that hung around in the back of his senses.
It was a deep, musky smell radiating a unique and untamed feeling of masculine virility. It was the smell one would associate with the old fashioned image of manhood, cowboys on the range and such. The more he stood there, with the musk simmering in his nostrils the more curious he felt about the girthy length now hanging erect and ready through the glory hole drilled in the wall of the bathroom stall. And it was ready for him. His head got fuzzy, the thoughts got foggy and stuck together as he sank to his knees. Sam had a brief moment of clarity and pulled away a bit only for the musk to flow back into the smooth recesses of his brain and coaxed his lips to park, taking the unseen male's throbbing cock in his mouth with unthinking readiness.
The organ was white-hot in his mouth, the musk and the pungent masculine taste compelled Sam to suck deeper and longer with each passing moment. And as he sucked and worshipped the cock, it started to change. As Sam licked up and down the underside of the cock, it filled out longer and thicker inch by impressive, mouth-filling inch. The mushroom tip of the penis flattened into a sort of a plunger shape as the flesh turned from tanned pink skin to a rich, deep black color starting at the base of the shaft and flowing up to the tip in broad uneven spots until it was a solid ebony color.
The cock had completely filled Sam's mouth when the first shot of hot, sticky cum hit the back of his throat, sending him coughing and choking back to reality. He fell back against the thin wall behind him, the musky cum still dribbling down his chin. He sat there for a second in shocked silence before crying out like a gouged pig. The image of what he had done was buzzing in his head, bright and vivid and he nearly retched his breakfast out as he stumbled out of the stall. He rinsed his mouth out with clumsy handfuls of water, but the musky, masculine taste still hung in his mouth like it was mocking him.
Sam ran back out to his car without another word and sped down the road. He picked through a hundred different explanations as to why the stranger's penis changed like that and why he put it in his mouth. He wasn't gay was he? No, not at all. He had a boy... girlfriend, and he had to see her fast before anything else happened. "Had enough weird shit for today." Sam mumbled as he checked himself out in his car mirror. He wasn't that bad looking, he thought... sandy brown hair with long shaggy, big blue eyes, a fully pouty smile. Maybe it was just a guy who wanted a random hookup and then he got infected... Sam's heart just about ground to a full stop.
Infected
That word had the ugliest sort of gravity to it after seeing what he did back there. He slammed the gas when he reached the lonely country road leading out to his girlfriend's place. He felt dirty all over and all throughout his body down to the bone, like the musk was eating its way through him like a caustic chemical and he forced himself to stop thinking of it. He had to stop until he could clean up. Finally, he pulled up in her drive way. He rushed up to the front door after parking in the sloppiest way imaginable, with his car left in an awkward diagonal position not even an inch from the curb. He hammered the doorbell until the door opened to reveal a curvy blonde beauty in her early twenties.
She blinked at him, hands in the pockets of her tight jeans with a puzzled expression. "Sam... what the hell is wrong?" "I need to use your bathroom..." Sam pushed past her as he spoke with a hurried near-shout, "Thank you good to see you Jane!" He was so happy to see Jane's bathroom with its powder blue floral patter wallpaper and its sweet peach scented air freshener. He grabbed the electric tooth brush and squeezed out a big dollop of spearmint toothpaste and rammed it in his mouth. He brushing plus the motion of the electric brush resulted in such a rough clean that his gums were bleeding a little when he spat the stuff out in his sink.
Sam's teeth were clean, his breath was fresh smelling, but the musky funk was still in his mouth and he could still taste it as clearly as when he first took the dick in his mouth. It was such a wrong taste, foul but not entirely unpleasant. Sam caught himself wondering if he should have introduced himself to the man in the bathroom, which was enough to get him to shuck his shirt and jeans and climb into the shower. The warm water was on him on the second turn of the knob, it felt welcome and relaxing like a mother's embrace. He kept forcing himself to think of Jane the whole time he was washing off, only for his mind... his damned treasonous mind to wander back to the thought of big, burly men... and bulls... Why were they bulls? Sam heard a knock on the door as he finished up in the shower and dried off. Jane's voice came through the other side of the door, "Sam... are you okay?"
"Yeah..." He huffed, toweling off his hair, "Just felt like getting cleaned up, you know how things happen on the road." Sam wrapped the towel around his waist, not helped at all by the raging hard-on he now sported. He was feeling more pent-up by the second. And like a shaken champagne bottle, he didn't know how long he could go without release. He threw his jeans back on, leaving his cotton boxers and the shirt on the bathroom floor and went to greet Jane.
Before she could speak, he pushed into a kiss, his tongue sliding past her full lips and mingling with her own. She put her arms around him, embracing Sam before breaking the kiss off. "Oooh, why didn't you just ask if that's what you wanted?" "Dunno..." Sam muttered. But he did, or at least he had a good idea why. The two shucked their clothes as they approached Jane's bedroom. The queen-size double bed's lilac sheets and velvet comforter was a welcome sight for Sam, he needed to prove his sexuality. It was the only way to beat whatever was happening to him. Jane pushed him onto the bed gently, crouching over him as they shared another, deeper kiss. Sam reached up to feel of Jane's soft, supple skin as his modestly sized organ grew hard and needy.
She mounted him and he thrust into her, her moaning drowned out the subtle desperation in Sam's own voice. They had settled into a good, gentle rhythm when Sam felt something wrong. There was a prickly itchy feeling all over his body, and it wasn't going away but rather becoming more and more intense with every instant.
"What's wrong?" Jane said, and Sam just grunted in discomfort. She rolled off of him and they both saw what was wrong: Sam was growing fur, the same sandy brown as his hair and it was flowing down his chest, and his arms and legs. And it grew quickly, in moments he was covered in it with his head being the last to be coated in velvety soft fur. Sam let out a series of panicked yelps, rolling side to side on the bed as his bones started to ache all over. His figure was shrinking down, losing inch after inch of height and his muscle tone was being lost as his hips filled out. In moments, he was a full foot shorter than he used to be and his body was a distinctly feminine bottom-heavy shape. He stuck his rump in the air, crying out Jane's name over and over as a long tail pulled out of his lower back ending in a downy tuft of hair... like a cow's tail. "Sam!" Jane cried. "What the hell is going on?!"
And Sam moaned pitifully as his fingernails and toenails turned solid, shiny black. "I don't knooow! It feels so...." His words turned to another lowing groan as his toes bunched together, melding into a pair of black, shiny cloven hooves with his legs growing out longer, taking a digitigrade shape. His fingernails were so thick; they flowed down, capping the fingertips themselves with the hard material.
His jaw ached too much to speak, Sam opened his mouth and let out a loud, bellowing "Moooo!" as his jaw thrust forward, his teeth took on blunt shapes and his nose flattened against the front of his new bovine snout. The sound of Jane's yelling faded out and back in as his ears grew into a pair of long, floppy cow ears closer to the top of his head. And his head was aching and his loins were fiery hot as they grew out longer, thicker, darker in color until his shaft was a deep chocolate brown and ten inches in length. The tip was a familiar plunger shape, drawing out another panicked moo from Sam, just in time for a pair of short, stubby little horns to sprout from the top of his scalp. Sam couldn't help it, he arched his back and a spurt of milky colored pre shot from his tip. He heard Jane yell "What the hell happened to you!?" and when he looked up, his heart stopped.
It had gotten in Jane's mouth when she was hollering. "Jane..." Sam said, fumbling over his words as he adjusted to speaking with a muzzle. "You're infected too."
"Infected?!" Jane screamed. "What is going on? What are you..." Then it hit her. She doubled over on the bed in pain as her body started to grow. Her breasts pulled back into her with a sound like a deflating basketball. With every second Jane was putting on more and more muscle, her feminine curves vanishing into rough, masculine shapes. Blonde fur rolled down her shifting body, a pair of long wickedly sharp horns erupted from her head. And then Sam noticed the member growing from Jane's snatch, a massive bull cock putting his to shame even in its fledgling shape. Following it was a pair of hefty, virile balls hanging below the powerful shaft. It scared Sam, but it also made him needy... so very needy. The commotion stopped and Sam looked in shock at the six-foot minotaur standing before him, with golden fur and a physique befitting an Olympian titan. "Jane?" Sam said, his voice trembling. "Jane, please..."
The bull looked at the smaller femboy bull and his deep, guttural voice uttered a single lusty command.
"Head down and ass up, Sam."
The feminine little bull obligingly took the position and lifted his tale, then Jane the alpha male thrust into him with just enough force to easily pass Sam's tight, virgin pucker. The pleasure surprised Sam, sending him into a mooing fit as the bigger bull pumped in and out, in and out in a nice rhythm that wasn't too rough. And as his now-boyfriend rutted him, Sam realized he never knew he liked being a bottom so much. It felt right, just completely appropriate. He was never a dominant personally, he could never think of a time where he was, especially now that he was taking it from his former girlfriend.
"Oh you like this, don't you, Sammy?" Jane chuckled smugly, "Having a big ol' bull put you in your place?" And in response, Sam just moaned and mooed in ecstatic bliss with his big pink tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. The big bull leaned down and licked the back of Sam's neck, causing a shiver to run down the feminine little cowboi's back. Jane started to thrust in and out harder and deeper, sending crashing waves of pleasure all throughout his body. Images danced in Sam's head of him dressed in tight shiny thongs and collared, being a good little beta cow for his boyfriend, being dominated in every loving way.
Then, with one final thrust into him, both Sam and Jane reached orgasm. A white-hot stream of thick, ropy cum blasted from the tip of Sam's member as he felt his new boyfriend deposit a massive dose of his seed deep inside him. Jane pulled the little cowboy into a tight embrace and Sam felt perfectly, wonderfully safe in his alpha bull's big, perfectly muscled arms.
"Now what were you saying about an infection?" Jane chuckled, his tufted blonde tail thumping playfully against Sam's leg. "You know, with all the fun I've completely forgotten." Sam said. The two bovine lovers slipped beneath the sheets, kissing and licking each other as they explored their new bodies into the night.