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Grade A Milk Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tiberius Kai

Sunlight... endless, unbroken, bright and unyielding. Coming out to the countryside was a completely different experience for Vance. The city was something he understood. Light was under the control of man. On, off, skyscrapers to filter it out, Armani to filter the rest. It was manageable, controllable... but out here? Fields stretched out in every direction as far as the eye could see with little more than dirt paths to bisect the different crops. Even Vance's GPS shared his confusion, having given up entirely when he had left the established roads of civilization.

Part of it, admittedly, was Vance's fault. He had taken the back way to Dulcet Dairy to eye his real prize, the prime real estate stretching out from the city's urban growth boundary. It was ironic in such a technological age that the most valuable asset was the dirt and rocks beneath everything, but real estate was the foundation for any deal... and Vance was a deal maker. The young businessman glanced at the screen of his smartphone - the latest model available, of course, sleek and shiny - in annoyance, realizing he was mere minutes away from his appointment, with no farm house in sight.

"I mean, I'm pretty sure he'll be some country bumpkin geezer who dips tobacco or something like that," he commented to the rearview mirror before taking in his own reflection - blond hair perfectly coiffed, expensive sunglasses covering his eyes, a tie sporting a flawless Windsor knot and a striped navy three piece - it all looked back at him with the preppiest of disdains. "This is not my natural environment," he added. "I should have sent Hunter, but..." But as much as his younger assistant was eager to impress him and climb the society ladder just like he had done only a handful of years prior, he was also sloppy and unreliable, and Vance only tolerated him because Hunter's father was filthy rich and had very good connections in Wall Street and other strategic financial nodes. "Nothing beats a job well-done like a job well-done you do yourself." He showed his pearly whites to the mirror, a perfectly structured smile that was framed by his square jaw and complimented his steely grey eyes. They too were conve niently hidden behind Armani branded dark lenses that didn't even pretend to reflect anything.

The endless expanse of fields began to shift slightly, first as fencing appeared around the edge of a property, then structures. There was an old farmhouse, kept up well, standing two stories tall with a wrap around porch. It was painted with cream colored paint that hid the weathering better than a crisp white. An old grey truck sat on the side, the wheel wells caked with a bit of mud. Beyond the farm house were long, broad buildings with open air. It was hard to see inside, exactly, but there was movement - a lot of it.

Dulcet Dairy had started as a small, local dairy providing milk and a few other products to the local town, but it had grown in popularity and was doing enough to hire several employees. Vance could see several of them working away - tall, strapping, broad shouldered. They were rugged and hard working, careful in their work, everything that Hunter was not.

Vance parked his red Ferrari at enough distance from the truck and stepped out, being careful not to plunge his polished black shoes into the mud. He winced in disgust at the incrustations on the track's wheels, and patted the side of his car in a loving gesture. "I promise I'll bring you to the washer as soon as we are back, baby," he murmured before grabbing his briefcase and strutting towards the farmhouse. He climbed on the porch, adjusted his tie - not that it needed any adjustment, it was simply a matter of habit - gave one last long look of disdain around himself and knocked on the old but carefully painted and lacquered wooden door.

The door resisted even the knock, being harder and heavier than Vance had anticipated. It was not hollow like the doors in any city home, but the knock brought a resounding sound into the space beyond. There was stillness, quiet, and then finally the door unlatched and opened. As big as the door was, it seemed that every inch of it was filled by the man on the other side. He was six foot two, his auburn hair shorn short beneath a black cowboy hat. A blond beard lined his face, thickest along the mustache but also growing longer on the sides.

The man seemed to fit the part of a farmer, though his shirt was green and black plaid rather than the red that was popular among his staff. His black jeans were a bit faded in the knees, worn down by hard work and genuine effort. The man looked Vance over, as taken aback as the city slicker was. He looked at Vance's sunglasses, his shiny shoes, everything that was built to project an image.

"You must be Vance Hollister?" The farmer questioned. The math made sense, no one else was expected to come out this far.

Vance puffed up his chest, like a young lion defending his territory. The guy was definitely younger than he expected, and bigger than him, but he definitely didn't want to look like he was intimidated. "Exactly," he replied with a generous dose of pride seeping through his voice. He didn't stretch his right arm for the other to shake hands. "And you are mister... I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't remember your name." Of course he did, he knew the guy's name, but it was a studied move on his part: he himself was the one who was important, the one who mattered, so of course the other guy had to know his name! The opposite, however, wasn't necessarily true.

"Joshua Haist." The farmer replied, opening the door wider, "Would you like something to eat or drink? You've come a long way." he said, gesturing into his abode. Vance pursed his lips. Well, it definitely still wasn't Martini o'clock yet, and he never drank on the job as a principle.

"It depends. Do you have some Perrier?" he asked. Did he really need to step inside? That place seemed so... drab. But sacrifices had to be made, in order for things to go his way, so he metaphorically braced himself and followed the farmer inside, ready for whatever display of humiliating poverty was waiting for him on the other side of the threshold. Joshua hesitated a bit at that.

"I haven't kept up with the popular sodas and things, I apologize." Joshua replied, "But you came all this way to talk to someone that owns a dairy. How about you try some of our famous milk?" Joshua offered. It was hard to put his finger on, but there was something about this business man that was rubbing him the wrong way. Still, it was rude to jump to snap judgements. He had to give this man the benefit of the doubt.

Vance had to actively fight against himself to suppress the pure, unadulterated disgust that was rising inside of him before it showed on his face. Milk? What respectable, adult man drank milk? That was the most embarrassing and juvenile things he had been offered to since the time his ex-girlfriend had suggested him to try a zumba class with her. "Fine," he replied, his voice stilted. I bet it's not even pasteurized, he grumbled mentally.

Joshua's eyebrow rose once more at the terse response. It seemed that the picture was being painted by this businessman. Still, the offer had been made and the farmer moved into the kitchen, retrieving a frosty glass bottle full of milk, two glasses and some fresh baked cookies to go with them. He moved out and set the food down on the dining table. It was a handsome piece of furniture, looking hand crafted and made from several different kinds of wood. Joshua looked up at his guest.

"When you reached out about the North Fields, I had to admit I was a bit surprised... A big company like yours, I wasn't aware that our little dairy had shown up on your maps." Joshua said, looking Vance over.

"We are always looking at new ways to expand our... areas of influence, so to speak. Mr. Haist, right?" The young manager - still with his sunglasses on - looked at the bottle and the glasses, then back at the farmer, as if he was expecting for him to pour the milk for him. Joshua looked over Vance with a more strained look before he opened the bottle, poured the glasses, set out the plates and looked back.

"And just what are you influencing? What is your goal?" Joshua questioned. Vance grabbed one of the cookies and tentatively took a small bite: it was mediocre, just like he was expecting.

"Well, we are hoping to turn your... North Fields in a testing area for our new advancements in solar panels. I'm sure you know green energy is the way of the future," he said, giving Joshua a charming smile. Of course, the only green Vance actually cared about was that of dollar bills, but being in the renewable energy field was something that always charmed those leftist chicks he liked to have a one-night stand with from time to time. "Your land could really make a difference for the future of America. The world, even."

"I feel like we're already making a difference, helping the young to grow up strong and healthy... and I'm not sure how solar power here would help the rest of the world." Joshua said, "Let's separate the wheat from the chaff, at least. You want to buy the north fields for a solar farm?" Joshua asked, sipping from his own glass of milk.

Vance massaged the bridge of his nose. God, no wonder he's a farmer, he's dumber than a bag of rocks, he told himself. "I mean, our goal is to test cutting-edge technology that can be patented and sold on every corner of the Earth," he said in a slower tone, as if he was talking with a really young child. "And you can't really sell... this," he added, pointing at his still untouched glass of milk. "In any other way than locally, right? You can't help poor kids in Africa growing up healthy with Dulcet Dairy."

"I get the feeling that you're not interested in helping the poor in Africa yourself, mister Hollister. You haven't been clear with your intentions, at least the ones for your company. As for your own intentions, those are clear. You want my land and you are acting as if you are entitled to it. Forgive me if I've gotten the wrong impression, but you don't seem to be the kind of man that I can do business with." Joshua said clearly.

"Then why have you even agreed to meet me?" Vance asked, a bit taken aback by the reaction the farmer was having. That man really had the gall to treat him like this? Vance Leopold Hollister, winner of the "Most Promising Manager Under 35" award for two years in a row? That was honestly preposterous.

"I wanted to hear you out... to learn what kind of man you were. Your initial pitch was vague, full of words that sound big and contain little. To understand what you really wanted, I had to meet you in person. You barely want to set foot here, let alone get to know the people you'll be working with. You didn't even try the milk." Joshua explained.

Vance's eyebrow cocked. "I'll be working with? I'm just here to make business, Mr. Haist. I don't care about you or any of the people here. I only care about the company, it's that simple. But if you don't want to depart from your precious land, fine. We'll find someone who appreciates our generous offer more than you do. As for your milk... " he stood up while grabbing the glass full of cold white liquid. Staring at the farmer straight in the eye, he slowly, deliberately tilted the glass, until a small cascade of milk splattered all over the dining table. It was a petty gesture, sure, but at that point, Vance couldn't care less. The man in front of him was nothing, he was dirt... no, even less than dirt. He was a pathetic, unintelligent worm that didn't have the faintest idea of what made the world go round. "That's what I think about it, Mr. Haist. Have a good day."

Joshua had to admit that he was surprised... surprised by how dark and dingy a human soul could be, how petty, how insulting. Vance was a cow. No, worse than a cow... To be a cow would have been an improvement. As Joshua moved for the front door, that thought alone sparked something inside of him, something that he had not turned to in years... He opened the front door for Vance and turned, facing his guest.

"In this life, we aren't alone. We're part of a herd, a group. You have to learn to give as much as you receive. Only then will you find purpose and fulfillment." Joshua said, his eyes shifting a little bit more green. He could feel the malice inside of Vance, the bubbling up hatred. That energy would only make things easier for him.

The businessman glanced at him with open disdain. "Save this New Age bullshit for yourself, Mr. Haist," he retorted, as he motioned towards the door. He couldn't wait to be back to the city, to his element, and far away as possible from that disgusting, retrograde, dirty place. Joshua walked to the door and rested his hand on the door frame, then his other on the other side. His green eyes watched Vance progress, knowing that he would not get very far.

From the bones of the house, from the foundation in the Earth, from the carefully carved runes in the wood and the cultivated plants around the property, Joshua began to pull on the power of his ancestors. He reached back to the training of his youth, to the lessons his mother and grandmother taught him. He tapped into the hidden powers coursing through his veins and unleashed a magic that he had not used in so long.

It traveled unseen, unwitnessed, unnoticed by anyone but Joshua until it wrapped around Vance, sunk into him and dove deep into his core. It sunk into his rage and hate and venom, feeding off of it. Every beat of his rapid heart rate pushed it around, turning that rage into a tingling, an energy, an exhilaration that was just beyond the edge of perception. Vance let his briefcase tumble on the ground and grabbed his stomach, groaning. He turned around grey eyes seething with rage behind the screen of his expensive sunglasses.

"What have you put in those cookies, you goddamn troglodyte?!" he spat out. "I swear to god, if you tried poisoning me, I'll bring you to court and I will fucking destroy you."

"What's wrong, Vance? Most cows like cookies." Joshua replied with a knowing smile. Already he could see the first signs. Vance's custom tailored jacket was looking tighter, his shoes seeming to fit awkwardly.

"Cow?!" Vance repeated. There was something wrong with his tongue. It felt... a bit thicker than before, as if it didn't really fit his mouth anymore. He stumbled back towards the farmer, towards the house. "What have you done to me?!" He climbed on the patio once again, his nostrils flared.

"I have done what no one in your life has thought to do. I am making you face the consequences for your actions so you can learn a lesson." Joshua replied, "I know a way for you to appreciate this land, to get to respect others... You're going to work the farm for a while, to contribute." Joshua said, "Of course any good cow's got to have a bit more meat on his bones." Joshua said, looking down as Vance's pants tightened, his hind quarters thickening and rounding.

Vance tripped, rolling past the farmer and tumbling back inside his farmhouse, landing on the wooden floor with a groan. His body wasn't responding to him properly, he was starting to feel a splitting headache, and... why was that idiot talking about cows all of a sudden? Was it because of the milk?

"If you want this to go any easier, you really should have something to drink. Otherwise, you're going to get quite a headache." Joshua replied, watching as Vance's fine, expensive pants began to sag down, revealing the waggling nub of his tailbone as it began to stretch out longer, pushing away from his spine. New bones began to form, new ligaments stretching over it all.

"I'll fucking end you, Haist!" Vance replied, still full with hatred and venom. He groaned and grunted, feeling his body start shifting and twitching in what he perceived to be very unnatural ways, but he was too enraged, too filled with disdain to feel any semblance of terror. "Make it stop, or I swear I'll buy your entire property and turn it into a fucking parking lot!" Joshua shut the front door, turning back to his guest.

"I don't normally let cows in the house, but I should make an exception. You really don't know any better." Joshua said. Vance had clearly been a fit, healthy man. No doubt a personal trainer had worked out a precise routine, a system to keep him at his prime. His blond hair had been perfect when he arrived, but now it was starting to bleach out, turning platinum and then white. Even his ass cheeks were paling as they rounded further, sticking out above the waist of his pants as they bloated and grew.

Vance gritted his teeth, his nostrils wide... much wider than before, actually. He was completely oblivious to his changes, at least for the moment: all of his being was focused on the guy standing above him, towering above him. He hated Joshua Haist so much, he had humiliated him and stepped over his generous offer with mud-caked boots. If only he wasn't so hot... Vance's grey eyes went larger. Wait. Hot?! He wasn't a fucking fag, he loved pussy! And boobs, and... furry chests, and stocky bodies tempered by long days working in the fields, and luscious, untamed beards, the true sign of manliness.

The conflicting thoughts ripped through Vance like electricity, arcing from point to point. His nipples hardened, his cock stiffened, his balls throbbed and his pucker pulsed. Vance shuddered, even his breathing deepening. His nostrils continued to stretch, his picture perfect nose broadening and widening, his jaw swelling a little. His body was in overdrive. Vance's skin flushed, beads of sweat lined his brow and soaked into his suit.

"I..." he murmured, raising a trembling arm towards the farmer. "Something's... wrong with me. P-please, help me... J-Joshua, please..." It was the first time he had called the other guy by first name, and his voice now sounded definitely much more authentic. Much more vulnerable, in a way, a vulnerability Vance had been careful to suppress and deny himself countless times in the past years. Joshua moved over and crouched down, bringing himself almost eye to eye with the businessman.

"This is going to help." he said softly, reaching out to give Vance's head a pet, his thumb grazing over a bump that was forming beneath the skin of Vance's temple. It was swollen, irritated but felt oddly good as it was rubbed. A stir of sensation moved through Vance's body, passing through his stomach before settling in his groin. His cock was hardening a little more, but more blood seemed to be rushing to his sack. His balls throbbed and felt heavy before, ever so slowly, they began to grow and expand. Vance panted as the constraint of his straining pants was proving to be a bit too much.

"H-help me, please... My genitals are..." he murmured, staring at the farmer's green eyes. It was the first time he realized how beautiful they were, how they perfectly complemented Joshua's rugged but gentle features. His expensive shirt and jacket start ripping at the seams, turning into shreds with every passing seconds, but he didn't care. Joshua's eyes... those were good. They were priceless, as very few things in Vance's life were.

"That's it... That's a good cow. Listen to your farmer..." Joshua whispered, "I bet you're thirsty, right?" he asked with a smile, caressing Vance's head again, rubbing the bump on his forehead before moving to the sides of his head, massaging his ear. Each rub made Vance's cock throb and his balls tingle as they grew larger and heavier, plumper and rounder, filling out more. His pants strained, a huge tent growing. Vance's tongue - fat, thick, glistening in dense saliva - dangled out of his mouth, licking lips that looked much plumper and a bit darker.

"Y-yeah..." he murmured, his mind feeling at ease when Joshua's voice caressed his lengthening, twitching ears. "B-but... I need someone to take care of my balls... They n-need release. Please, farmer Joshua...." Words came naturally to his mouth, words he had never thought he was going to utter; and yet, they felt so natural and right! He was the cow, Joshua was the farmer: it was a mutually beneficial relationship made of trust and simple, pure happiness. When was the last time he had felt so happy without feeling guilty about not working? Vance couldn't even remember.

Joshua reached down and carefully unfastened Vance's belt, then the button of his pants, then drew the zipper down. Vance's Ralph Lauren underwear was stretched to the breaking point and Joshua could tell. With just a bit of coaxing from the farmer's fingers, the fabric split out and snapped, revealing the package beneath. Vance's manhood had been impressive to start with, but in mere moments it had swollen to almost double its original width... but the true surprise was what lay below.

The focal point of human eroticism was rarely the ballsack. It was an accessory, something to accompany the main feature, but Vance's balls were trying to become a highlight on their own. They had swollen large, round, full - and they were still growing. Pushing past the size of oranges, they stretched the pouch well beyond where it had started... but the tissue was more than ready to grow. It was soft, supple, rubbery and pliable. The blood rushing in made it excessively pink, almost the color of bubble gum.

"You're coming along very nicely!" Joshua said with pride. Vance groaned at the compliment, and a lopsided smile appeared on his deformed, throbbing face, his glasses slowly being pushed away by the shifting features.

"T-thanks, farmer Joshua..." he managed to murmur, before another sharp throbbing in his new and improved ballsack coated his brain with pain. "P-please, you need to do something... they are so full..."

"I know they're full, you're going to give us some great milk... But you're not quite there yet, my boy." Joshua said, watching and waiting before he reached down, using one hand to massage Vance's swollen sack, then the other, feeling it plump up more as tiny nubs began to push out of his sack. The bumps were slight at first, but with each pass of a finger, they thickened and lengthened, pushing outward, growing pinker and tougher and fuller, connecting to the new network of ducts forming in his sack.

Waves of pleasure washed over Vance, seeping up through his swelling stomach, past his puffing pectorals, all the way into his throbbing head. The flesh had grown so irritated that little lines had started to form around the bumps until, at last, a tiny pinprick of release was followed by a great rush of relief. A tiny horn nub emerged from vance's forehead, the color of ivory. A moment later another horn burst from his other temple, curving out and up.

Vance shook his head, feeling the sudden weight of his horns as his headache at least partly subsided. Joshua's touch was so pleasurable and so welcome; he knew he needed his balls to get handled by expert, patient fingers... or maybe even a mouth, if either farmer Joshua or one of his hunky helpers wanted a quick and invigorating taste of his milk. The idea of being helpful, of someone feeling gratitude towards him for his service was making Vance soar in happiness. He was changing, sure, but he still believed that a job well-done was the one he did himself.

The former businessman moaned, feeling his body continue to shift and change. Mass was rearranging and building as his chest thickened, his stomach softened, his arms grew larger and rounder. His perfectly coiffed hair was soaked and slick with sweat, falling across his forehead, splitting around his horns, and laying against his growing, twitching bovine ears. Still, all Vance could think about were the swelling nubs sticking out from his bloated ball sack.

"A-are they ready?" he asked tentatively, trying to sit up, but his body was still consuming too much energy to allow the miraculous change to happen to allow him even such a simple action. "I want you to have the very first taste, farmer Joshua."

"They're almost ready... They're filling out so well!" Joshua said with glee, using his fingers to coax and massage. He fiddled with the nubs as they extended longer, plumping and fattening, forming actual teats extending from Vance's juicy, full, over-large sack. His organs had shifted, new tissues formed, all of it working together to produce the essential, vital fluid that cows were famous for.

Joshua looked at Vance as his body continued to warp and reshape. His jacket had split open, his undershirt not far behind. It had only taken moments for the magic to feed off of the businessman's anger and hatred and wrath, turning his body into something else. It broke down his barriers, forced him to face his inner self, and in that he had come to an entirely new perspective. Joshua found Vance's neediness rather sweet in an odd way.

Joshua focused on two of Vance's new teats and started to squeeze and stroke them, working them base to tip, watching as they swelled out longer and longer, pushing past four inches, then five. Each one was thicker than a finger, fleshy and full, and Joshua's hands were warm to the touch.

Vance's back tensed as new muscles inflated under his skin. His body and especially his soul were feeling better and better with every passing second, the rage and hated in his body dissipating and fueling the change... but with the transformation, a more powerful and primal need kept becoming stronger, and it wasn't only focused in his brand new udderballs. His whole being ached for the touch of Joshua's hands; he was everything to him: his farmer, his owner, his friend... his lover, perhaps. Not that he actually dared to dream that: inside his shifting brain, the former businessman knew he was nothing but lowly cattle, and someone as beautiful, kind and perfect as his farmer Joshua was most definitely out of his league.

"Joshua, please..." he panted, his cheeks flushed under the white fuzz that was claiming them. "If you can't milk me yet, a-at least taste my lips..." He had been straight as an arrow - not to mention a massive homophobe - but now everything from his previous life seemed so far away and fuzzy, like old sepia-tone photographs.

Joshua looked down at the changing man, the man he had twisted and reshaped with his will power and an ancient magic he had barely ever practiced... and yet, somehow, it seemed like an improvement. With one brazen act he had taken some selfishness, some malice, some of the worst parts of humanity out of the equation, and now? Now he was looking at a new creature... one that needed him, that wanted him, that yearned to be helpful.

The farmed leaned forward, his face coming ever closer until his lips pressed to Vance's, the farmer's blond beard framing the mouth of the new cattle. Joshua's strong, robust hands moved to caress the former businessman's cheeks, feeling the white fur fill on. It spread across his jaw line, over his lips, creeping up higher and higher across his cheeks. Vance's ears twitched instinctively as they embraced, and Joshua found that adorable.

With every pound of weight that stacked onto Vance's body, each move had to be more deliberate. His waist had widened, splitting out the pants that had been used and abused so much. His feet ached and throbbed as his toes stiffened, stretching out his socks. Even his well manicured fingernails had darkened and thickened, the keratin adding on layer after layer, capping his fingers... but by far the most robust changes were still centered between his legs.

Vance's thick, bestial cock stood up proudly, but it was no longer the center of attention. His anatomy had shifted, changed and warped. What had once been a mere sack for his testicles had grown and expanded, forming an immense udder with four plump teats rivaling his cock. They throbbed and quivered, the udder filling with the rich, unadulterated cream that a cow of his stature could produce.

Joshua continued to kiss Vance, staying close, though he smiled a bit into the kiss as he heard Vance's stomach gurgle, then a second stomach gurgle a bit lower. The farmer was a bit amazed at how fast and how powerful the magic had been, wondering if it was because he had gone so long without using it, or if it would have been even more powerful if he practiced, but that didn't matter now. Now his focus was on his cow, his cattle, this big needy male with udders that needed milking.

Vance was in a state of pure bliss. His intelligence hadn't diminished in the least - Joshua's magic wasn't of destruction, but of creation - but his brain was wired much differently now: gone were hatred, disdain and the will to achieve and trample others. Now what he wanted the most was to be useful, to help his beautiful farmer in making the best milk ever.

Joshua's skilled hands kneaded Vance's udder, making it all the more urgent to do what seemed natural. The farmer grew harder and harder himself, feeling the primal and natural splendor that Vance now exhibited. He was strong, he was large, he was soft, he was loving, and he was the best of both worlds.

With reluctance, Joshua pulled his lips from Vance's and slowly lowered, placing a kiss on his furry white chest, then his plump stomach, moving down and down until he was face to teats with Vance's newest addition. Once more those strong, powerful hands found their way to Vance's nubs. He gently rubbed one, then a second, brushing their length before his fingered tightened, latching on slowly, giving them a gentle squeeze... and then a tug.

The rubbery flesh pulled forward, jutting out from the udder, putty in the master hands of a sculptor. Vance groaned at the sapient touch, his grey eyes - now gentler, bigger and full of innocence and lust - focusing on Joshua.

"Please, farmer... drink from me. If you do, I'll be yours..." he murmured, as fuzz started becoming denser and thicker in the area of his face around his mouth and on his chin. Joshua smiled, gazing at Vance before he nodded, lowering down. Joshua began to tug and squeeze two of Vance's teats. He felt them fill out, plump and grow firmer, sending waves of pleasure into the cow almost like a double hand job.

With a hungry look in his eyes, Joshua brought his lips down, plunging over one of the teats, feeling its length engulfed in his hot, hungry, wet mouth. He began to suck and tug, bobbing his head up and down on it, his free hand still accosting the matched nub on the other side. Joshua suckled and slurped, reaching down to unfasten his own pants, bringing out a mammoth cock of his own to stroke as he suckled on his newest cow.

Apparently it was true, Vance realized with a smirk as he started growing a proper full beard: milk did a body good. He nearly began to drool, imagining farmer Joshua's thick dick deep inside his own ass, the farmer's human scrotum bouncing against his powerful udderballs... the thought itself was enough to push Vance over the edge, and he realized - a soft moo escaping from his lips - that his first orgasm as a cow-boy was fast approaching.

Joshua shuddered as he got a hot, thick, slick squirt of cream in his mouth, then another, then a third. He began to suckle and then guzzle down the milk as his cow released his load, feeling more spill across his left hand while his right worked his own tool. Joshua greedily drank down the cream, feeling it coat his throat and fill his belly. He murmured and shuddered, basking in the rich flavor of the raw, unadulterated milk, unaware that his own body was being nourished by the dairy delight.

The farmer's relatively well kept blond beard was looking healthier, shinier, and most of all longer. His mustache thickened, descending down over his upper lip. The hair on his cheeks got thicker, the hair hanging down from his chin got longer. Inch by inch, his beard grew, and so too did his chest. The muscles he had already cultivated working on the farm were adding mass. His nipples widened, his pecs rounded and his firm stomach began to harden and define even more.

With each gulp, Joshua was growing into the man he was meant to be. His biceps thickened, his thighs widened, his feet stretched out longer and wider. His boots creaked and groaned, the leather being tested by the growing feet inside. Joshua grunted and then howled, pulling off the teat to gasp for breath, the milk splashing him in the face before he plunged down on another to greedily drink.

Vance's thick cock spasmed, pumping out the last of his human seed and then the first few volleys of his new denser, thicker bull spunk. It all landed on Joshua's face, mixing with his growing beard, some of it even falling into his greedy mouth. The cow-boy grinned, not caring at all about the mess he was making: he was a big, horny, sexy beast and he was just doing what was natural, after all.

Joshua's fat cock began to leak, gush, and then spray as he came and came hard. The farmer had already been over six feet tall, but now he pushed six and a half feet. Dozens of pounds of muscle had been added, his shirt had splayed open, and his cock was a monster... but in that moment, he felt fulfilled. He'd milked his cow, he'd tasted his musky, savory, earthy cum, and he'd done something that would benefit the farm for years to come.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Joshua knew that there would be questions. Vance had been powerful, influential, a people person. Someone would come looking for him... right? But Joshua knew that he had done the right thing. For the first time in his life, Vance would know love and family. He'd have friends, he'd have a cozy place to live, he'd have a life and he'd help others. Joshua would make sure of that, and he'd make sure that Vance was content.

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"Moooooo! Faster, harder! Come on, boy!" Vance was knelt doggy-style on his massive new bed, inside his own private quarters. Despite the fact that the room had been created by using a section of one of the sheds, it looked like a simple but comfortable bedroom if one didn't mind the big milking machine buzzing and whirring from time to time in one corner of the room.

More than just cattle, Vance was like the king of his own tiny personal realm, and everyone at Dulcet Dairy respected him, albeit in a completely different way than in his previous life: now he didn't just bark orders, he actually provided something useful and unique... which wasn't limited to the content of his fat, constantly full udderballs. No, Vance had quickly become the best hole in town for every farm helper to plow to their heart's content, just like the one who was currently busy fucking the cow-boy's brains out. It turned out having sex increased the output and the quality of his udderball milk tenfold.

One of the farm hands was doing his part to help, his gloved hands gripping onto Vance's meaty hind quarters. Jake plowed into that plump, juicy, hungry ass with his cock, pumping in inch after inch. The sounds were wet and lewd, sloppy and messy, just like Vance. He was so far from the man he had been, a beast of lust and burden, lost to his new existence. Vance had become a legend in more ways than one and it was something of a point of pride for the farm hands to take their turns. Jake had added on a few inches of his own, both in height and length after sampling Vance's milk, and he'd grown his very first set of mutton chops, the brown hair soft and flowing from his cheeks.

The door to the shed creaked a bit as Joshua opened it, moving in with another pair of buckets. He looked up to see Jake sweaty and heated, pounding into Vance's ass. He'd never mixed work and pleasure before he changed Vance, but there was a kinship growing among the farmers now. They were all men's men, guarding a secret, taking care of their herd. Joshua loved seeing what Vance's milk could do for them, and what they were willing to do in turn.

He stood in the doorway, looking at his creation. Vance had changed so much from that cocky, prissy, clean cut primadonna that had shown up and reluctantly set foot in Joshua's house. He'd packed on the pounds, forgotten any shred of vanity and had embraced a slovenly life of sex, being milked, and basking in his own body. He also seemed so much happier, letting himself go like that. There was no energy wasted keeping up appearances.

"How are you today, Vance? Enjoying yourself?" Joshua asked as he moved over, reaching out to caress the side of Vance's face. Neither the cow-boy nor the farm hand interrupted their coitus or felt embarrassed in the least at Joshua's sudden arrival; Vance looked up at his farmer, his grey eyes full of love.

"It's great, farmer Joshua! Jake has taken a liking of me, this is the second time we fucked today!" he confessed grinning from ear to ear. "Why don't you use your magic on him? I know he'd love to have a big pair of udderballs like poppa Vance here, huh?" Joshua's eyebrow rose a bit at that, looking over at Jake.

"How'd you like the sound of that, Jake? You want to join the herd? Maybe make a breeding bull out of you?" Joshua asked. Jake moaned and nodded eagerly.

"Oh yes, oh yes I want that so much!" he panted. Joshua nodded and moved over, bringing his hands together. He rubbed them a bit, summoning the strength and power before he unleashed it all at once. This time Vance could see it, the green energy spiraling out through the ground and the air, wrapping around Jake and sinking into him.

Jake's thrusts became stronger, wilder, and less predictable. He moaned and grunted, feeling his own balls start to swell and sag, to plump and fatten. His cock pushed out longer and deeper into Vance with each thrust, and Jake moaned louder as his ears started to twitch and stretch. Joshua watched as his farm hand's humanity slipped, his forehead swelling, his ass fattening, embracing it all at once.

With his weight increasing, every thrust of the farm hand's hips brought his broadening cock deeper into Vance's ass. Jake fucked him for all he was worth, losing control, feeling his animal instincts flare. He grunted and howled, panting hard as his tongue fattened. His face darkened with the shadow of stubble as it swept between his mutton chops, connecting the two sides together.

Jake snorted and blasted breath through his broadening nostrils before he threw his head back, two thick white horns erupting from his skull, extruding out inch by inch as he came into his own. Joshua watched with pride as Jake became something new, something special, his own teats descending down from his growing udder sack.

"Heck yeah, farmer!" Vance exclaimed with a big smile, his udder teats squirting random volleys of cow-boy cum all over the messy sheets. "That's what I meant! Little Jake here is a real bull of a man now!" He looked up at his loving owner, his fat tongue tip emerging from his dark lips. "Also, farmer, can I ask you for a favor? If a guy called Hunter comes at the farm looking for me, make sure to turn him into a cute cow like me and Jake here. He's a good kid, but he's always been so sloppy... I'm sure he would be able to grow a lot here, in more ways than one"

"I actually got an email from someone with that name last night... I guess I'll have to set up a meeting, make sure he gets the benefit of our hospitality. I think this is one place where being messy isn't a problem. After all, everyone deserves a chance to have some good old fashioned grade A milk." Joshua purred, leaning to give Vance a kiss, their thick lips finding one another in a tangle of passion and pleasure.

As Jake finished his changes and unloaded his first dose of bull seed deep inside his ass, Vance sighed in relief into the kiss: he had been blessed with a new life, devoid of anger, hatred and everything that had been poisoning him for years. And what was even better, he was still the best at his job.