FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

================== Tales from the Lab: Stalled Sloe and Xodiac 2019

Dan slapped the wheel of his mercedes, grimacing as the engine stalled for the second time in the past half hour. Damn! The GPS had led him out into the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night no less. And while he was no mechanic, it seemed clear that the battery had given up the ghost coming down the hill. "Fucking economy" No plane ticket was on the table for this trip, considering that his job was on the line. Just an interstate trip through the sticks.

The door creaked loudly as he levered himself out onto the gravel road. Buttfuck nowhere, population one. Beside a few sleepy cows in the neighbouring paddocks. If he were to walk the rest of the route, Dan just hoped that the weather would stay mild.

He steadied his hand on the car door, resisting the urge to put his fist through the window. With an uncharged phone he had no way of knowing just how late in the night it was that he had broken down. But there were still lights on down a right hand detour. Some kind of carefully paved driveway, likely for a vineyard or farm. He sniffed. The smell of cows told him farm. Too bad; he could really have used a glass of wine right now.

Dan checked that the trunk had jumper cables before he locked up. Surely a dairy farmer wouldn't mind giving him a hand at this hour?

He wasn't a hundred metres down the path before he could see the source of the bright light. Some kind of barn? The shape and colour was unfamiliar, and the presence of heavy flood lights atop perimeter posts only added to the conspicuous appearance. Most definitely out of place, considering the rolling green hills and otherwise rural charm of the farmhouses nearby.

"Hello?" Dan said, frowning at the sight of a few loose cows. Except that wasn't right either. The animals were clearly not fenced in, yet they avoided stepping beyond the bounds of those chrome pylons. Well trained, or just plain scared of the dark. "Anyone here? My car broke down just off your property!"

But the well lit entrance was empty. Save for a few meek cattle filtering in as if they worked there. Dan could easily leave well enough alone, but the thought of losing his job by the next morning was enough incentive to follow the beasts into the only entrance he could see. Shivering a little in the cold wind when he walked between those fenceless posts.

It was quiet while he walked through the gate. Wrinkling his nose at the smell of the animals, but surprised at the reasonably clean floor. And the cattle seemed to take great care in staying at a reasonable distance. Even the very sight of him in the doorway stopped the rest from following Dan in.

And once inside, the next thing that caught his attention were the clean white fixtures, the simple LED lights arrayed in lines along the floor and the absence of people. From there was only one tunnel that went deeper into the building. While it sounded and smelt like a dairy, none of the architecture was familiar. Granted it, had been a long time since his third grade farm field trip, but this hardly seemed right. Perhaps someone was deeper inside? "Hello? Anyone have a spare car battery?" A cow mooed in reply and he scowled.

Maybe the staff were asleep for the night? Ears flicked, and hooves scraped the linoleum to either side of him. Dan spied a quick look at some unnamed drone brushing detritus into an attached scoop. It wasn't until he looked down that the linework beneath his feet had begun to blink. Leading into the tunnel ahead.

Maybe something in this place had understood his request after all. He'd at least follow along before he broke anything.

The hum of machinery grew louder, and after a few moments, he entered what appeared to be a large milking area. Rows of fitted stations and dark panels. Unoccupied for the night, each dangling with rather articulated hoses and generous plastic cups. As one stray heifer nosed him out of the way, he shook his head. There had to be an overseer, especially with expensive looking equipment like this!

The stubborn cow continued past him, tail flicking as it disappeared down an appropriately sized tunnel. Presumably segregating human from beast. Yet, the line between Dan's feet continued to blink. Down the shoulder height passage.

"At least the animals know where they're going." Perhaps the staff quarters were on the other side? Knowing his luck, he might have entered through the animal entrance. But he'd see another face soon. The thought of his boss processing severance was enough motivation to duck his head and shuffle through the tight fitting tunnel. While the walls were eerily moist, he didn't have far to go.

Dan's eyes widened when he saw the lit room on the other side. Just stalls, presumably where the cows to slept here. But the guideline didn't point him to a technician or office. Only an empty stall across the room. Though wasn't getting in there a bad idea? "Just.. find a technician. A phone.. Anything!" The businessman said, trying to work up a little courage. On a second look, he noticed the door on the back of the stall wall. An exit?

Without hesitation, he strode over to try the latch, and levered it open. As the cows sidled into the other stalls around Dan, he realized that it was no exit. Merely a full length access panel. The size of the space had been deceptive from the outside, and as he turned to walk out, the stall door slid shut behind him with a resounding clang. "The fuck!?"

"No! No! No!" He cursed, finally making good on his threat to punch something. In spite of how helpful the floor guidelines were, it seems they had just lead him into where the animals sleep! He didn't need his own stall!

Dan looked around. It was basically a large box, with a roof just above his head. While he could stand, it felt rather cramped. Despite the growing bruise on his knuckles, he continued to hammer on the door. It was likely operated pneumatically, but there didn't seem to be a manual release on his side. Probably a safety hazard, but he was in no position to complain to the OHSA.

Though.. If he lost his job tomorrow, he might have the grounds for a lawsuit against whoever owned this high-tech hellhole. His frantic pounding ceased, and he finally took a shuddering breath, grimacing at the scent of cow on the air and his clothes. There had to be an emergency button or intercom in the panel. Something workers could use to communicate with the central office, perhaps?

The maintenance console was easy to open. It was designed for fingers, not hooves, after all. Dan rubbed his hands, sighing in relief as he located the door release. And then hissing in disgust when he saw the keyhole below it. What now? He didn't have the keys! There was a line of breakers labelled with numerical codes. It seemed like the stall was currently off, besides the automatic lock. but did he know what flipping any of the breakers did?

"Labels would be nice," Dan muttered snidely. He considered whether to test them one by one, or all at once. And after a minute, he just flipped them all, left to right. He wanted to get out and back to his car, and one of those had to unlock the door without a key.

And something did happen. The panel began to slide shut, for one. The panelled ceiling hissed as his fingers were nearly sliced off by the quickly closing jamb. He could now hear the whine of servos, and smell coolant in the air. When a red wireframe played across his form, Dan realized that he was being scanned. "Hello?"

But his curiosity finally won out over the fear. Maybe the stall would let him out if it realized there was a human inside it? The light was coming from the wall, so he leant in to have a closer look. Something had smashed the lens, but the scan was still running. Based on the way the walls buzzed, the computer seemed little confused by the reading. Why wasn't it shutting down? And why did the light just turn green?

A single drop of wet fluid on his shoulder made him look up. The roof had peeled open quietly during the scan, revealing two mechanical arms made of dark alloy and soft plastic. Disturbingly flexible, and armed with a host a range of tools. Some of which dripped with coolant and other strange fluids.

Curiosity turned to terror when the arms lowered with a jolt above him. But between him, the panel and the soft gel mat of the stall, there wasn't anywhere he could exactly hide. Dan instinctively crouched and once again covered his head with his hands. When they kept moving, he flattened himself against the ground with a grunt. "LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

Dan yelped when the first arm grabbed the scruff of his shirt, and whirred as it set him up on his hands and knees. Tearing his shirt in the process. The rest of the material parted off his back with the help of steel scissors and exposed his naked back for the computer's pleasure.

By the time the dangerously close blades reached the rear of his jeans, Dan was sweating heavily, unable to move for fear of being cut. It had been enough to leave him clad in only his shoes and boxers. "Sonuva bitch!" True to the name of a self cleaning barn, his clothes were soundly deposited in the nearby trash chute. An opportunity to escape. His hands leapt for the panel, clawing for purchase. With any luck, he could stop it before round two!

But his sweaty hands couldn't get any purchase. The computer buzzed loudly as if insulted, and before he could even dodge or wriggle free, a third arm pressed against his back. And the attached hypodermic stabbed between his vertebra, filling his back with hot fluid!

"FUUCK! OW!?" He screamed, trying to grab the arm before it slipped back into the ceiling. "What the FUCK WAS THAT?" Who knew what he was injected with? While it likely wouldn't hurt a cow, it surely wasn't intended for a man in boxers. His teeth clenched in a snarl as he wiped at the damp puncture. What if it made him sick?

The other arm returned, greeting his hanging earlobe with sharp point of a plastic tag and a loud click reminiscent of a hole punch. And when Dan shrieked, trying to flinch away from the mad machine, a jolt of hydraulic pressure promptly embedded it in his ear. "OW, fuck! Christ! I'm not a cow, dammit!" It was only when the arms retract once again that he touched it, wincing when his fingers confirmed the new addition.

When he heard the ceiling buzz again, Dan shrieked, rolling his shoulders to work the ache out. He tried looking for cracks or even seams he can squeeze out of. If it's meant for a cow, it surely doesn't need to be airtight! And with that yellow smear on his back, he already felt like a tagged animal.

His hands closed on the gate bars, rattling them. And in response, one of the arms flicked a leash around his neck. Buzzing angrily as if it had just reined in a unruly animal. Dan could only gasp, pulled away from the gate with his hands clawing at his throat. "Wha-ACK!?" Under duress, it lead him back into the center of the stall. And simply held him there while it prepared the next 'trick'. It wasn't until his vision cleared that he saw the glowing cattle brand. Business end poised near his boxer clad butt. And moments later, the arm pressed forward, burning through the cotton. Only taking a few seconds to leave a permanent and painful mark. He retched, and howled when the arms took his boxers too. Left his branded butt to sting in the cold air.

Two arms holding held him still, one with the noose, and the other clamped on his spine. And the third moved to a spot at the base of his neck, replacing the heated brand with a scalpel. He had no strength, and little air to protest it cutting a hole in his neck next.

"Suh.. stop!" Dan pleaded while the blood trickled between his ears. The pain wasn't as bad as the brand, but once it opened the skin up, something small and metallic was pushed inside. And quickly sutured. The arm then dispensed a token amount of medical foam. As if that would make it better. "Owwowow!"

"What.. what was that?" But the foam did make it better. Numbed it. Dan carefully wiped off some of the excess to apply to his sore rear. And caught his breath after being nearly strangled by the out of control machine. When the itch of the implant faded, he finally relaxed. Tried not to sob as the arms folded back into the ceiling, job apparently done. It always felt weird to rub an incision, especially with something beneath it. And he had no way of knowing what it was inside his flesh. Some kind of microchip? He even humoured the idea of it being some kind of auto drip hormone supply, but that just turned his stomach.

In the aftermath of his mechanical stall initiation, Dan could do little else but pant, feeling just a little warm from the exertion. And the all too recent mutilation. Besides his shoes, he was completely nude. Filled from head to toe with the same chemical cocktail that the lowing ladies around him were on.

So when the panel opened, Dan immediately scrabbled for the off switch. "For fuck's sake." He muttered, rubbing his sore back. Only the second half of the panel was open, revealing a new set of switches. These were clearly labelled, but none said 'Off'. But there was a door release! Dan didn't hesitate in pressing it.

During the commotion, the lights had turned off. The barn was packed up for the night, with every stall dweller save for him put to bed. Everything outside his stall was indeed pitch black. Regardless, he carefully stepped out into the hallway, breathing a sigh of relief at the easy escape. Before a short sharp buzz from his stitched neck caused his legs to fall limp. Dropped him like a sack of potatoes. "Whaaa!?" He yelled, catching himself. He couldn't even commando crawl away before he heard the arms deploy behind him again.

"Aw crap! You have got to be fucking.. KIDDING ME." He couldn't see or feel the arms grabbing his useless limbs. Just being scraped along the floor on his chest. And after he was deposited like a wayward toy in the stall, the implant buzzed again. With it, feeling returned to his battered loins.

Given the friction, it was no surprise that his shrivelled shaft and belly were raw pink. Even the skin of his taint was a similar colour. But when Dan reached down to scratch the itch, the spreading sensitivity made him hiss. Rubbing it hurt less. And felt much better.He couldn't help but look at the open door again. Maybe it was a coincidence, the loss of feeling when he tried to escape? But he doubted it. The implant clearly had something to do with it.

But where did that leave him? He couldn't leave the stall now, so that only left waiting for someone to show up. Or for the machines to wreak some new perversion on his aching body. Or..

Dan looked at the panel again. As close to collapse as he felt, sleeping here for the night was a terrible idea. And every unconscious rub of his hands on his pink underside stirred up that hormonal rash. Pubic hair even fell out through his fingers when he groped his aching shaft. But, he didn't have time to consider the consequences. The panel looked like it had an intercom.

"Hello?" The businessman squatted, talking into the speaker once it was switched on. And his heart leapt up into his throat when it crackled loudly in response. "Is there anyone there? Your machines think that I'm a cow! Please!"

"Weight shift detected. ''Occupant outside normal operational parameters. See facility overseer for guidance." Just like he had dialled into an automated call center, the voice that responded was in a flat robotic monotone. Great. Was this the computer?

"Yes! Call the overseer!" Dan wondered what it meant by a weight shift. He hadn't moved around all that much. But the speaker was silent. It didn't obey commands, only relaying what the machine was thinking. His heart sank, and fluttery cramps rose in his chest.

"Subject out of alignment with conventional feeding routine. Dispensing high nutrition pellets."

Dan's stomach rumbled, and he looked down at it as if it betrayed him. True, it had been a while since he'd ate anything on the road, but he doubted what this place gave him was appropriate for humans. The stall tray besides the door rattled as it filled with biscuits, green and smelling of fresh grass. "Cripes, they even look like cow feed," he muttered to himself. He picked one up and sniffed it. It smelt like compressed grass, and a tinge of other stuff. Chemicals? Hormones? Something good for cows, no doubt.

"Encouraging feeding protocol-1" The computer helpfully chirped behind him. And once again, his neck buzzed. Prompted an impressive spray of saliva from his jaws. While his stomach now growled loudly for those green biscuits. "Refer to neural probe installation guide if subject does not exhibit hunger in 5-10 minutes from initiation.."

"What? Wait, WHAT?" Dan remained hunched, riding out the cramps. It was surprisingly painful to try and stand up straight now. It was no exaggeration that he was starved now. The buzz continued to push his stomach into a frenzy with every passing second.

"Reinforcing feeding protocol-1"

He grimaced as he nibbled the edge off the first biscuit. It tasted just like a cube of grass! But his body didn't care. He couldn't restrain himself from taking a few more bites, and rooted around in the tray for more. It's not that bad, Dan reasoned, finishing the first helping off surprisingly quickly. If he played along, maybe the computer would let him out?

"Dispensing second load. Next feeding scheduled for 0700 hours."

The next helping clattered down the tube into his waiting hands. There wasn't enough to quite satisfy the animalistic hunger taking control of his cerebellum, and it still tasted truly horrible.. But it was food. Right? Filling enough.

"Deactivating feeding protocol-1"

The computer stated with a helpful buzz, before his stomach began to ache in a far different manner. Without the implant hotwiring his hunger center, Dan realized just how much he had overate. Lips still crusted with green. He groaned, rubbing his belly. Surprised at how swollen it was, rubbing against the top of his pink shaft. Having eaten like a cow and paid the price.

"Subject Stall adjustment complete. Initiating sleep cycle."

Sleep cycle? The implant couldn't make him sleep! "Noough! Fucking piece of junk!" Dan clawed at the suture. But he wasn't quick enough. His eyes drooped while his hands slackened. Warm, full of food and now drugged? He couldn't even manage a step towards the gate before his legs gave out again. Planted his food caked face against the soft gel bedding. Asleep.

=

Dan woke when he heard the hooves. Disorientated, recalling the trip. What was he sleeping on? This bed felt weird, neither the backseat of his car or a nondescript motel room. But then, he remembered the stall. The branding and the implant buzzing him awake. The new occupant of the autobarn. When he finally blinked the sleep out of his eyes, much to his dismay, it didn't appear that anyone had been around to check on the stalls.

During the night, some strange weight had settled just below his belly. The lights were still off, presumably to help the cows sleep. But this just stopped him from seeing the new cause of discomfort above his aching penis. "Bleargh.." He said, rolling his sore jaw. "Fuuuck." The businessman tried his best to avoid moving either his crotch or jaw too much. When he remembered the missed presentation though, Dan bolted upright. And regretted it immediately, wincing at the soreness setting into his legs and arms.

"The m-meeting.." He was late! He needed to be on the road! When the lights flickered back on, Dan immediately shuffled to the open stall door. Yelped when that mass between his legs sloshed sickeningly. A far more pressing dilemma. His swollen stomach made sense. Having eaten large last night, the weight still hung down. But he couldn't explain what lay beneath it. A nestled pink mass. Little blueberry sized protrusions, numbering four. Covered in light fuzz, the size of a halved rock melon and painfully turgid. An absurdly inappropriate, impossibly bovine addition.

"What. The fuck..." Dan stared at it for a minute and just tried to process what he saw. Prodded it and shuddered. It felt like last night's rash, only swollen outwards. So it was already growing then! Cripes. When he accidently scratched the veined surface, it nearly made the encumbered man bellow. An udder. He was growing a fucking udder! His hands steadied on his hips, and the beuddered businessman grimaced at the feeling of fine fur there. The almost pleasurable warmth of change. Even his ears had grown larger. Fuzzier.

"Subject eight has awoken. Detecting... moderate dehydration." The familiar voice of the AI chimed. And the stall hummed back to life around him. Only a moment later, the trough filled with purple fluid, smelling like off-brand energy drink. Dan was more than a little wary of drinking the stall's latest offering, Even the water was probably filled with those mutagenic hormones. Make him grow more fur or add more mass to the new.. Addition. As thirsty as he was, he had to turn away.

But, Dan's implant whirred to life, buried now under a scruff of grown fur. "Hydration protocol-1 initiated."Just like the food, the drip of purple fluid became quite maddening to his bleary eyes. He swallowed, noting that his throat was quickly drying out. If he really squinted, he could almost think of it as kool-aid. Nothing harmful in Kool-aid, right?

Dan cupped his hands and brought the stuff to his mouth. Just water, no chemical taste. Though, the jiggle of his udder under that new beergut made him grimace. He eventually just lapped at the trough. It felt good to drink, to fill his body with necessary nutrients. When he finished, belching with satisfaction, the implant stopped twitching. And he finally noticed the yellow hue spreading beneath his nails. For just a moment, Dan just thought his fingernails were dirty. Who thinks their hands might be starting to turn into hooves? It's hardly a common thought. But he thought it anyway, after he stared at them for a minute or two. Shit. "I can't believe this is happening..." He muttered. Outside, the floor line started to blink, several cows roused from their slumber to follow. Muzzles dripped with water and tails swished in time.

Dan couldn't take it. He made a running start down the length of the stall, before sprinting into the hallway. If he was fast enough, maybe he could find the exit? But with a familiar sharp buzz, his legs gave out midway and slammed his face into the tile. Squashed his new udder flat.

"Dammit! Damn it damn it damn it..." Dan screamed, startling a few of the cows. He tried to pull himself further down the tunnel, using his arms for leverage. Was he out of the stall's range yet? The bovine businessman's crotch was damp, the squashed udder leaving a trail of fresh milk. While his new teats painfully chafed on the floor with every inch. Another sharp buzz sent his arms dead too, so all he was left with was a parting glimpse of many pink rears, bony hips and milk filled mammaries headed for the dairy.

"Oh, come ON!" He yelled at the barn. Dan had gotten a grand total of 15 feet. Maybe 20. But he could still hear the stall talking behind him, and smell the bovines stepping around his prone form.

"Escape protocol-2 initiated. Minimal injury detected. Advising routine change...''

''Synchronizing path protocol-3"

Feeling returned to his limbs when the line beneath him flashed. "Erf" Dan flexed his hands, debating whether to follow it or not. That damned line had got him into this mess. But it wasn't as if he could retreat to the stall; there wasn't anything for him there. And it did feel rather soothing under his feet. Flashed in time with the muted throb of his neck. His yellow nails now rubbed reassuringly at his teats. It felt so much nicer than it should, even if his first milk had been so painfully forced out. When he once again emerged in the dairy, the line took a sharp detour, pointed to exactly which of the tiny milking stalls it expected Dan to occupy. Being guided like the troublesome cow it thought he was.

But obedience was hard when the exit was so tantalizingly close. He took one step off the line, and immediately grunted when his body seized up, ramrod straight. "Okay! Okay! Oowwww! I'll go in! Fuck!" The door was already open as he begrudgingly shuffled in. The neighbouring cows had already been hooked up with all sorts of strange pipes. Dan grimaced as he saw the milker in there too. Of course. Though he had to wonder if it'd actually fit, given how small his udder was. The shell of the device looked closer to a soft rubbery wrap, rather than the traditional metal cup.

When his lingering threatened to trigger the implant again, he shuffled in quickly. The quiet and content mooing of the other animals was quite the backdrop. Each animal clearly enjoying the early morning routine beside him. While there was plenty of empty space inside the stall, it was clear that the dairy station was as capable as his sleeping stall. Dan stepped inside, a little apprehensive despite the "soothing" pasture sounds. It was clearly going to milk him, but he wasn't sure what to expect. So he stood still with his legs spread, waiting for a response from the milking stall.

The milker was the first to move, and sized him up like a poised cobra. Four sucking cups sat in the centre of a soft rubbery cover, and positioned over his four tiny teats. Hydraulics even shaped it to fit, grasping the sensitive flesh of his udder. The headset lowered next. Made for a muzzle, but hinged to fit any face. Two accompanying tubes pushed through his lips and Dan struggled not to pull free, as the floor pushed up into a hollow stool fit for his rear. The computer was clearly being creative. "F-ffuck" He gagged, as the tubes pushed between his teeth, and promptly wedged themselves behind his tongue. He couldn't block the water, or the grassy paste coming through. Only dutifully swallow, unable even to moan for fear of choking.

A rather indulgent belch followed his first swallow of the mix. He resisted the urge to shiver when he heard, and smelt a similar gesture from the cow beside him. Like a proper ruminant, already his stomach was bringing up the half digested grassy paste for another chew. And while he worked the cud, the milker stirred to life. Already drained a few hot drops of milk while he wept at the perversion.

Dan felt himself bloating, and struggled to swallow the next squirt of paste. His shoulders stiffened, and he whined at the milker drawing another fresh slug of milk from his aching male mammary. Already felt heavier when small rubber probes unfolded to stroke at his swelling gut, his burning hot skin. "Unnngh... suh.. Suuh.." He murmured, and choked up green bile. Slumped in the stupor of a good feed and milk, the whir of the hollow stool beneath his rear went unnoticed. It wasn't until he felt a lubricated tendril slide into his pucker that he shrieked, trying to get up. The tip pushed against the swell of his prostate, and promptly punctured it. Clearly questing for a cervix that wasn't there. And filled it full of hormones anyway!

"Fuuurrk! No!" Dan gagged while his stomach brought up more cud to chew. Sweat dripped off his slick back, and unknown hormones caused his udder to throb, and his parted ass to ache. "Nngh..." The milker stretched to accommodate the throb of his swollen udder, and soon, the organ filled and sag atop his cock once again. Ready to be milked and fed again. He could pray for escape, but would the machine listen?

=

The cow catheter was still lodged inside him. After an hour of being drained dry and refilled ad nauseum, the cud chewing businessman demanded some release. Thick thighed with clubbed toes trapped in ill fitting shoes. Whenever his drowsy eyes focused on the bridge of his nose, Dan noted with muted distaste that his nostrils were growing bigger. Tongue wider, to scoop more of the paste down his throat.

He had unknowingly began to lean forward over the last few hours. Till he rested in the most comfortable position. It felt natural after all, given the slow shift in his weight. His udder sat between widening hips, throbbed with lazy pleasure at being drained. It felt big, even if he couldn't look down. Despite the horror of the situation, Dan reasoned that he could relax. After all, he was unable to move otherwise. But it wasn't until the machine slipped a thin tube into his erect cock that reason returned to the heavyset man's mind. And fresh panic, bubbling away with the bestial rumble of his bovine stomach.

"Hmmph?? Hly! Nn!" The probes quietly pulled off his gut, content that he no longer needed assistance to chew or regurgitate the cud. But now, something had taken hold of his manhood. Slipping inch by inch into his urethra.

"Correcting external genitalia". The computer piped up.

"Implanting internal genitalia matrix. Reconfiguring.."

And the tube twisted deep within his canal. Tugging and stretching at the flesh like a caged beast. Crotch clamps pressed his soft balls flat against the skin of his bloated abdomen, trying to force them in. And with an audible squelch, succeeded. Once again his screams were muffled by the cud. Even his explorative, thick nailed hands couldn't reach his embattled cock to try and pull free.

When the tube swelled wider, it stretched his glans vertically with it. Any pleasure from the milking was blotted out by the sudden pain of having the machine mangle his manhood. Pulling him wider and stitching the edges flush with his crotch. A crude approximation of a bovine pussy. Held him tight in place, using the new lips as leverage. Even when it covered the offending wound with numbing foam, the next hour was spent moving his changed sex down his taint. Each inch flexing the balls now trapped in the flesh of his gut. And every pump of that tube caused the trapped testes turned ovaries to develop, for his new cow cunt to swell plump and healthy, now situated beneath his catheterized pucker.

More milk, more food. The surgery on his rear had only forced him further forward. When the tangle of pipes and tubes withdrew and reamed him out, Dan gasped, collapsing to the floor of the stall without support. The surgery was fresh, and his body engorged. Large udder hanging, empty above his smooth crotch. The cowed man could only whimper, drooled cud as he pawed at where his cock had once been. And moments later, shivered as another belch from his numb jaw reminded him of what his body was becoming. Had become. Disgusting.

A belching, big bellied bovine businessman. When the line started blinking towards the exit and pasture, he just followed along placidly, no longer in any state to run. Only wanting to slip his stiff fingers into the soft flesh of his buttocks, to rub at the mound of his rear mounted cowsex and the swollen anus above it. Thankfully his new lips were numb, but so disorientingly deep and moist.

When he was outside, Dan shivered, wrapping his arms around his new girth. There was no way to hide his new anatomy from the sunlight, but at least the implant had finally stopped buzzing. Without the benefit of the stall holding him though, his anxiety came back, and rather strangely, the first thought in his clouded mind was how long he had to wait out here till he could get milked again.

"No.. nooough!' He grunted, rubbing at his swollen jaw. Dan had to escape, even if all his previous attempts had failed. There wasn't even a fence between those perimeter posts! But before his waddling club feet could take him to the edge of the pasture, he tripped forward. Kicked his legs and moaned on the soft grass, the fall only bringing up more cud into his slack jaw. "Fffffffff...." He muttered, when two cows loped over to sit beside his fat fallen form. With his mostly human figure and growing cow smell, it was no surprise he was now collecting an entourage of the curious bovines. A light fuzz on his skin seemed to keep the cold out, and while the grass was unappealing, he could enjoy the fresh air. Before a cow farted nearby, and promptly robbed him of that pleasure.

"Moo" One of the cows started, licking her nostrils. He wrinkled his own blackened nose, trying to avoid tasting the clear mucus now seeping from it. When the bigger bovine creeped over to lick at his fuzzy belly next, he didn't have much strength to fight that either.

"Moo yooourself!" He said, wry, rather than mean. It wasn't their fault he was like this. Dan sighed. In a way, it felt kind of nice to be tended to like this. He reached up and rubbed the cow's side, like it was a big old cat. To think that he would one day end up like this was rather terrifying. But after feeling slowly returned to his new rear, all he could do then was anxiously grind his swollen anatomy against the grass. Not too much pain, surprisingly. Just the oozing seepage from his new vulva.

The grass wasn't helping matters. Maybe he could rub it on one of those perimeter posts instead? It was hard to focus with all the drugs in his system, all the humiliating biological reminders of being livestock. He bade farewell to the other two cows, seeking the edge of the field for a different reason. And when his thickened labia touched the metal, he couldn't help but moan. Bent over as he was, his head was already close to the ground. And the smell of the grass here was getting better. Was it because he's been out here so long, or is it a sign of more changes? Probably the latter, he reasoned. One bite and a good rub couldn't hurt.

With stiff fingers he ripped out a patch and brought it to his mouth. Delicious. Another indulgent rub, and then a few more handfuls of grass. Making a good rhythm of eating and hotdogging the pole, until the unexpected entry of a tongue in his snatch made the mancow bellow. "Mooughfugger!"

"Moo?" The cow replied, before dipping her snout back to lick at his inflamed cunt.

"H-hey! Get away from there!"

Dan tried to step away from the intrusive cow, and only gave it more room to lean forward. She even pushed her wide tongue deeper! He yelped as the gesture sent him forward onto his thickening hands. His legs spread outward on instinct, taking the weight of the cow's attention. The new flab shook on his ribs, and each maddening lick just made him snort indulgently. "Suh-stop.." He said, weak at the deformed knees. But he didn't try to move away, or even stand on two feet. It wasn't until she pulled her snout free from his female gape that he released the breath he had been holding. Unexpected, and definitely disturbing. But like everything else, it had been inexplicably, ashamedly enjoyable.

Dan finally managed to stand again, and grunted as his spine cracked loudly. Either way, though, the cows seem to be heading back inside. The time seemed to have sped by quickly, or his udder was refilling unnaturally fast, pulling on his wider hips. He followed them in, not even glancing back. Maybe another milking would clear his head? Every other step threatened to topple him now. And of course, the best way to catch himself was on his hands, which clattered disconcertingly on the tiles as he followed the line back to his station.

He didn't even process when the milker reattached or the feeding tubes reinserted themselves in his drooling jaw. The stall floor shifted to support his nearly horizontal belly, and while he dumbly moved his stiff fingers on the mat, the suction once again returned. "Tha.. that's... guhh." His thick swollen taint was wedging apart his bonier legs. And with his flat rear pressed up against the station gate, the thought of penetration once again entered Dan's mind. And roosted.

"Detecting unbred animal." The milking station chirped, while silicone fingers now pried at the swell of his inflamed pussy. "Authorisation for breeding protocol required."

"Muh.. meeeting?" He pondered, wriggling his hands turned half nails. Was he supposed to be anywhere else? No, he had heard incorrectly. "Buh.. breeding?"

"Voice key confirmed. Please steady animal during insemination."

That seemed reasonable. He flicked his ears, and shuffled in place. Worked the cud, waiting for the machine to draw out his milk again. The tattered remnants of his shoes wouldn't sit on the thick club like toes of his feet turned hooves, and an uncaring kick shed them soon after. When the graspers steadied on his wide hips, Dan looked towards the other cows. They all looked... so big! Would he be like that one day?

"Muh.. job..." Was in the dairy now. Why was he crying? Maybe it was the horns, painfully pushing out from the fuzz of his scalp. Or the brief rub of a silicone shaft at his entrance. An audible pop accompanied the rubbery cockhead's entry, making him stiffen. "Hff..suh.. Slower.." Dan drooled. With his neck as big as it was, he couldn't look over his bony shoulders. Only imagine how his breeding looked. Every claiming inch made his breath come in whooping gasps. Under the straining push of the machine, his ribs moulded, broadened. Organs were shifting to fill the cage of his heavier chest, and the inseminator only encouraged him to take his place on all fours proper.

"Hff.. heavy.." He remarked, with some wonder. And then clenched with a grunt as that phallic facsimile finally bumped against the knot of his new cervix. Dan could feel it heat up inside his loins, stirring the peristaltic muscles. When the bionic bull head began to rut within his intimate squeeze, he shrieked again. Not out of fear, but out of desperate need. He could feel his tailbone pushing out with every determined rut of the machine. He had no time to protest or even admire the mechanical efficiency in which it fucked his virgin sex. Dan heard his failing voice shift down a few octaves when the head penetrated his swollen cherry of a womb. None of this made much sense when he thought about it. But.. if he just let the bull pleasure her, it didn't matter. Dan wanted the job now.

"H-h-harder! Fuugh.. Moooo!" Her half length tail slapped against the inseminator arm. The bullcock continued to push, even when her indulgent clench threatened to stop it. Dan only bellowed again, demanding a conclusion from the machine. So when the first spurt of machine warmed semen filled her womb, the man turned cow just whined. Spent. Quivered at the shameful, sensual pleasure dripping down her back,

A new position, with her hoof firmly in the stall door. Even when the spray of fluid on her flanks announced a withdrawal, she was content. Night was approaching again, and she now had time to ponder the promotion. A gravid merger of man and beast. Was pregnancy on the cards? She flicked her tail and snorted, a wide muzzled lick. With every waddling step back to her stall, the fine details that separated her from the rest of her coworkers began to fade. The next morning would bring further developments, but for now she could only be as happy as the cow she now, and always would be.