New Found Formula II
#23 of New Found Form
New Found Formula II
By Von Krieger
Clyde groaned; remembering the weird, intense, vivid, and very, VERY perverse dream that he'd had over the night. That fermented milk or whatever had really done a number on him. He'd always thought of himself as a man who could hold his liquor, but man alive, had that dream ever been weird. Sex with one of his cows, turning into a kinda-sorta girl...
"Golly, I dun think I'll be tryin' another one of them things any time soon," Clyde muttered, drawing in a deep breath and sitting upright in bed before he realized that the words that had come out of his mouth had been spoken in the voice of a rather young southern belle.
He... she opened her eyes and looked down at his... her altered body. It hadn't been a dream. The body she looked down upon was not the well-weathered one that had spent the better part of more than four decades performing solid farm work. It was more like that of some Olympic athlete. Clyde gawked at her larger frame, she'd recalled the change from a man of slightly above average height into a somewhat tall gymnast, but after washing up with the water from Nellie's trough... well...
Clyde didn't quite have a gymnast's build anymore. For one thing her tits were bigger, a lot bigger. She was absolutely stacked. The cowgirl looked like she had some serious implant work done. She gawked at them for awhile and then looked down past them.
A blush spread across Clyde's face as she looked down at her cock. It was even more massive than before, still sporting the black coloration and the flat, blunt head of a bovine. The combination of large tits and obscene cock made the head pretty much nestle between the mounds on Clyde's chest.
She ignored her morning wood and stood up, nearly hitting her head on the light fixture on the ceiling. Wow, she wasn't just bigger in the muscles, tits, and member department; she was bigger overall. That splash of Beefy formula had to have made Clyde grow a good six inches or so.
She shrugged; the changes didn't really bother her for some reason. Though it was very, very strange, Clyde also had a lot of work to do. If being an overgrown he-she with a few bits of the animals she worked with tacked on was what she had to put up with in order to get the milk production up to the point where she could get a slice of what Anders Farms was getting, it was worth it. After all, the milk they were putting out was of great quality. Clyde had seen it selling for half again as much as regular milk, and there was still trouble keeping shelves stocked with it.
The thought of milk made Clyde absently lick her lips. She sighed and headed downstairs, slipping out of the backdoor and virtually darting over to the Quonset hut that served as a garage and workshop. None of her old clothes would fit, but she had some overalls in various sizes for when she'd hired folks to help bring in the hay, before a neighbor had gotten a hay baler that put out those huge round bales, rather than the tiny square ones Clyde's made. The denim coveralls were probably a good ten, maybe fifteen years old, and the cowgirl hoped that varmints hadn't gotten into the boxes. Though there was little chance of that. Clyde always had plenty of farm cats around, most were half-wild and avoided him, though there were a few that were friendly. As the cowgirl entered the workshop, a half dozen of the felines came out of their hiding places to greet her, purring happily and rubbing up against Clyde's bare, shapely legs. She didn't bend over to pet them as she usually would, as with her hefty new assets she was pretty sure that she was likely to topple over if she went and put that much weight forward.
Clyde winced, as the walk over had excited her tremendously. She couldn't help but have her breasts bounce a bit and rub against her hard-on with each step she took. The huge cow-cock was even dribbling a bit. It was to the point where Clyde was contemplating a really cold shower to see if that didn't deflate things.
The overalls were right where the cowgirl remembered them to be, and she fished out the biggest pair she could find. Even then they were a bit tight in the chest. She had to make due with only fastening one strap, and letting one tit hang out. The denim rubbing up against her cock also served to make the hard-on problem worse.
She ignored it, even as her cock began to dribble stream of thick, slick pre. Once she got to the barn she'd take care of it. Nellie was around, and if she was still behaving in that weird fashion Clyde had no problem with cramming her cock into her again. In fact the idea seemed to be more than a little exciting, and oddly enough not at all disgusting, like she'd thought the previous day.
The cowgirl was almost panting by the time she'd reached the barn. Golly, if just walking around was going to do this do her, she was going to have to make sure she took care of a little business before ever leaving the house. It wasn't like she was going to be able to hide her whopper of a wang if she got a bit turned on in public.
As Clyde entered the barn she was just about mobbed by her cows, all of them seeming to have grown quite a bit larger, all sporting large, full, hefty udders demanding to be milked.
"Okay! Okay!" Clyde muttered, trying to push through the crowd. She wondered how they'd gotten out, as well as how they'd been given the stuff he'd only given to Nellie. But considering that he'd blacked out on drinking that fizzy stuff, it might've happened again with such a drastic, full-body change. She didn't even remember the growing, nor getting to bed. Clyde coaxed the ones with the largest udders into the milking stalls. Usually he didn't have so many of them filled at once, but even with all eight milking stalls up and running, there were quite a few cows left over that were nosing him and mooing noisily for his help in draining their burdens.
"S'pose I could milk you ladies the old fashioned way iffen you're not obliged t' wait," Clyde said, fetching a stool and moving over to the holding tank so he could pour in the buckets once they were filled.
The work went by in a blur, and before long; even though her cock was still as hard as ever, (how could it not be around so many now sleek and sexy udders) it didn't get in the way. Somehow she seemed to empty the cows faster than the machines did. She'd gotten three done in the time it had taken the machines to do one. It took awhile, but she found herself falling into an almost trance-like rhythm, and before Clyde knew it, the task was done and she was looking at milk tanks that were darn near full. She'd have to go and call for a pickup, though how to do it with her now decidedly feminine voice? Maybe pretend to be her own niece or something like that? Most of the co-op drivers were familiar with the farm, and could hook things up on their own. She could give some excuse about there being a sick cow out in the fields, or something.
As Clyde thought the shemale found herself absently fondling her cock through her overalls. The cows seemed to be enjoying their milking far more than usual, though none of them seemed to be putting out that interesting scent that made Clyde just absolutely positively need to stick her meat into them. It was only then that she noticed the tingle that had been present in her body for quite some time now. It'd started a few minutes into the milking, but it seemed to have been holding steady for awhile. It was as if it had realized that Clyde was busy and it didn't want to interrupt. She founds her earlier lust beginning to return, and with the task pretty much completed, with all but the last eight cows turned out to graze, the cowgirl supposed that she could tend to her own needs now.
Clyde watched the nearest cow being milked, watching her motions. She was most definitely getting off on the whole milking process. That wasn't at all usual. It had to be something in the formula; after all, each of the cows had become noticeable bigger, just as Clyde had.
The shemale found herself wondering what it would feel like to be milked as she removed the one strap on her overalls, her other hand massaging her free breast. While they had been rather soft earlier; almost squishy, like foam rather than flesh, they felt heavier now, and seemed to be growing heavier by the minute. Clyde watched in fascination as her tits began to expand, slowly growing, like balloons filling with water. Only in this case they seemed to be filling with milk, droplets of which began to form upon her dark nipples.
She had no idea how this had happened, after all she hadn't come into contact with any of the formula. Hmm, maybe that's what Kate had meant when she'd given her the stuff and said that there needed to be a special sterilization process. Her cows' milk seemed to be in the process of making Clyde into a prize milker as well.
A loud moan escaped her lips as the shemale began to buck her hips. Just rubbing and caressing her growing milk bags was enough the get her off. On Clyde's somewhat broad, wide shouldered, six and a half foot frame she had a pair of breasts that were somewhere between good sized pumpkins and small beachballs. It was almost disappointing when they stopped growing.
But to her surprise Clyde felt the same swelling sensation beginning again, this time a bit lower on her body. Her hands went down beneath her breasts, finding that somewhere along the line a second pair of nipples had formed upon her ribcage and were in the process of swelling outward and filling with milk as well.
This seemed to be the cue for further changes to kick in. Clyde stared down at her rapidly altering body, wondering what strangeness was going to happen next. Her fingers felt stiff all of a sudden and the rather unpleasant thought came to mind that they might well turn into hooves. Clyde stared breathlessly at her hands as her nails turned black, her fingers seeming to fuse, her thumbs seeming to grow in size. But rather than a shiny pair of clumsy hooves at the end of her arms, Clyde was left with two large, fat fingers upon each hand, and a similarly sized thumb. That didn't seem so bad.
She stuck one leg out to the side, peering down past the side of her breast to see if the same alteration had taken place upon her foot. But while the toes had fused into two masses, the shiny black nail seemed to be overgrowing the rest. Clyde watched with fascination as her feet became large, broad hooves. It was interesting, as she had a much larger footprint than her bovines. She assumed it was because whatever was changing her seemed to be quite content to leave her bipedal, which was kind of a relief.
A series of sharp pops and cracks made the shemale prepare to cry out in shock, as she could feel her bones breaking and reforming. But oddly enough there was no pain, just that odd tingling sensation in flesh and bone alike. She watched in fascination as her legs shifted to bend in the other direction, the shape of them altering as well. They were broader and better muscled than the human legs she'd had before. Clyde found herself giving a girlish giggle as she stood, trying out her new hooves. It felt... interesting. She seemed to be balanced better, equipped for lugging around her large assets and bending down without falling over. It seemed that her rump had also gained a more rounded shapeliness that Clyde found oddly appealing as she admired her reflection in the shiny surface of the milk storage tank.
Clyde stripped off her overalls and tossed them over the tank; she had an interesting idea. She waited until her cows were done, gave the suction cups their proper wash, and then sat down upon the milking stool and began attaching them to her own breasts. She had four of them, four nipples to match the four teats on a cow's udder. Turning the pump on, Clyde went weak in the knees, tumbling down onto all fours, her body seized with a tremendous pleasure. Her cock drooled thick precum, slicking the floor as she couldn't help but grind against it. The shemale could barely move; her body was locked into the instinctive motions of mating and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
The shemale's eyes went wide as she heard a somewhat annoyed moo from behind her. Shit. Usually her stud bull, Samson, was kept in a different section of field, fenced off from the barn. She must've left a gate open or something. The big bull had a very antagonistic attitude with Clyde, and wasn't all that fond of him. The bull strode leisurely down the central aisle of the barn, seeming to look things over as he chewed his cud. He stopped at the stall where Clyde had herself being milked, and the cowgirl could swear she saw a grin upon the wicked beast's face. From her place on the floor, Clyde could easily see that the scent of the milked cow had aroused the bull about as much as it had done to the farmer herself. Samson began to walk into the stall, with amorous intentions clear upon his mind.
"No!" scolded Clyde, "Get out of here! No! NO!" she virtually screamed as the bull positioned himself on top of her. He'd gotten larger as well, not merely in size and build, but in cock size. He had an erection rivaling Clyde's own, and the precum-dripping monstrosity was aimed right at the cowgirl's backside. There was no doubt in her mind that it would split her in half, but Clyde was paralyzed with pleasure; unable to do more than scream and rant and try and shoo the bull away. But it was no use, and with a powerful thrust, Samson's cock entered Clyde's rear, and she screamed in gut-wrenching agony.
Or at least that was the intention when she'd started her cry. Instead it became an orgasmic cry of sheer physical bliss. The shemale didn't know how, but the bull's cock entered her with only the smallest amount of resistance. Despite the fact that Samson's prick was bigger than her leg, it fit into her nonetheless. And not merely fit, it filled her and filled her with an overwhelming sexual pleasure that drove all the conscious thought from Clyde's mind. She pressed back against her bull as hard as she could; delighting in each thrust and pound into her ass. Each drive forced her against the floor, her own huge cock sliding and slipping all over the precum-slicked surface. Her breasts, her cock, her ass, everything felt incredible, felt so good.
Samson had always been a two-pump chump, but Clyde didn't mind. Her body was already so excited from everything the incredible flow of cow cum into her body was enough to send her over the edge, her own massive climax splattering all over the barn.
Apparently satisfied that he'd proved his dominance, Samson withdrew and stomped off, leaving the bovine shemale covered in a mess of seed and milk. She panted, and with shaking three-fingered hands removed the suction cups from her empty breasts. She could barely form a coherent thought.
She managed two, actually. The first was, "I want to do that again, but not for awhile." And the second was, "Golly, I'm hungry." Clyde's belly was bloated with the load of cum that she'd taken. Her muscles already felt sore from having more than a half ton of beast thrusting into her. She couldn't stand, she could barely crawl. But she was so very, very hungry. The hay in the feed been nearby looked absolutely delicious for some reason, and Clyde realized she hadn't even eaten breakfast. She was absolutely ravenous, and she paid no attention to the oddity of it all as she began to nibble on the rather delicious dried grass. She paid no attention to the gentle tingle beneath the fatigue of her muscles, her body primed and ready for another transformation.