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Alex glanced up, looking along the road; he was sure he'd heard something. Given the uneven terrain, sounds had a way of echoing around so much you didn't know where they came from. He certainly hoped that the vehicle - he was sure it was a vehicle - wasn't coming from further up the road. The flock of sheep he was having to shift along the road was, thankfully, heading that way, and he wasn't exactly enjoying mustering the stupid animals: especially at it was just him and his one border collie, Kip.

Alex sighed; at least the passage was narrow. Getting all the animals in from a whole paddock had already taken most of the morning. He wondered if he should maybe just drop out and do an apprenticeship somewhere in a city or something; plumbing or construction, maybe. Getting up at the crack of dawn to work for Mr. Barnaby, a crotchety old bastard on his good days, wasn't great; especially as the miserly old bastard didn't pay very much. He had to live at home, given how much it cost him to fuel his motorbike each day. The fucking old coot didn't even offer him any food, or even let him come into the house.

Alex turned his head, slightly, and frowned. That noise was definitely getting louder. Turning back to focus on the sheep, he whistled and waved his arms to urge the sheep to mill forwards. Kip barked, running back and forth, catching the stragglers and urging the flock further along the road.

Sighing in relief, the young guy watched the sheep trickle through the opened gate at the side of the road. At least things would be easy now; the dumb animals were at least reliable in that they'd follow where one headed, at least most of the time.

Fumbling into his pocket, he pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a cigarette lighter, flicking the spark wheel until the flame took. It was a cold day, and Alex could use the chance to destress. Alex whistled before sliding a cigarette out with his teeth; obediently, Kip turned, and plodded over, panting and looking up at him. Alex quickly lit the cigarette before dousing the lighter's flame, and stashed it in his jeans pocket before scratching the dog's head.

The Barnabies had plenty of dogs, but Kip was the youngest and least trained, so naturally the equally young and untrained Alex was stuck with him. Not that he minded the dog, but if he was going to be working on his own - like he was usually made to do - it would have been helpful to have at least one of them who knew the proper way of doing things.

Unfortunately, one of the stragglers decided that things were going too easy for Alex, so before he could even take a third drag from his cigarette the sheep turned, bolting back towards Alex. "Shit!" Alex yelled; Kip was on his right, and the sheep was running on his left. The cigarette fell out of his mouth as he tackled the sheep.

He swore again: he could definitely hear the engine sound, and now a dozen sheep were bleating and pooping and running back down the hoof-dirtied road he'd just come down from. Kip had gone crazy, barking and dashing back and forth, looking at whatever vehicle was coming down the road. The sheep he held on to wriggled and bucked underneath him, trying to get free.

The vehicle rumbled to a stop behind him; Kip was growling furiously. Alex went to turn around, but the sheep underneath him continued to try to escape. Digging his fingers amongst the wool, Alex weakly lifted the sheep over the fence. It wasn't a job his body was particularly accustomed to - Alex had admitted to himself that he was too thin for this kind of work - and it took some doing, but what he lacked in physical prowess he made up for in determination; at least enough not to want to be outmatched by a sheep. He watched the sheep bounding away, before he felt two muscular hands wrap around his waist and hoist him up.

"Shit!" Alex swore again; his captor swung him round, just in time to have him to piss his pants.

Ignoring the warm trickle that ran down his leg and dampened his boxers; a bull-man with massively huge muscles was chasing after Kip hooves awkwardly, while a spaceman tapped into a tablet, which spoke from what sounded like a bunch of clips of human speech, adjusted by the computer, "Homo sapien creature, you will obey our orders." The spaceman stood behind some kind of weird tank, which suddenly fired something out of its tank. Alex heard Kip yelp, and barely managed to see the dog spasm before the bull-man grabbed it by the scruff of the neck. Kip whimpered as the bull-man extracted the long needle the tank had fired into the dog.

The arms wrapped around him were similarly covered in rough, dirty, red hairs with rough, worn skin on the hands and dark, thick fingernails. One arm had a metallic band with a display on it that flashed a lot of things Alex couldn't focus on. From the creature's general smell, Alex guessed he was being held by another bull-man; twisting his head slightly confirmed this.

The other side of the tank raised; Alex realised that it was actually a door and not some weird design choice. "Canis familiaris sample is available," noted the spaceman as another emerged from the tank's cabin, holding two large metallic collars in its two hands, "As will sample of ovis aries." The space-man with the metal collars approached Alex slowly. Alex noted the thing only had four digits on the gloved hand that held the collar.

"Homo Bovis One, please hold the homo sapiens subject tightly while we attach the collar," the space-suited alien - Alex realised this with the sinking knot in his stomach - commanded.

"Don't struggle," the bull-man's armband blasted out. "You won't feel too much pain, and after you have been adapted it'll feel pretty good."

"Adapted?" Alex asked, before the alien stood in front of him, sliding the collar into his throat. The collar opened, somehow managing to slide around his neck before sealing closed with a click. The alien walked over, towards the bull-man holding Kip.

"That's there word for it, I..." the bull-man holding him suddenly cut off mid-sentence; moaning bellowing. Alex felt himself being pulled backwards, something probing into his back.

The first alien returned to the tank; the gun turret swung to face the majority of the flock that had made it into the field, before firing again. One of the sheep toppled over, spasming on the ground. From the tank blared the command, "Homo Bovis One, please leave the homo sapiens subject and collect the ovis aries subject."

Alex heard the bull-man holding him sigh contentedly, and reply, "Sure." Alex toppled to the ground as the bull-man dropped him, before grabbing onto a posts and vaulting over the fence, heading towards the spasming sheep with a giant erection. Alex shuddered, realising what had been pressing into his back.

The other alien, having fastened the other collar around Kip's throat, responded with, "Canis familiaris sample collared." After a pause, it added, "Canis familiaris has been contaminated by contact with Homo Bovis Two." Another pause, and the alien concluded, "Second homo sapiens subject has contact with both canis familiaris and ovis aries." Alex scrambled to his feet. The alien abruptly turned and looked at him, warning, "The subject should stay where it is to avoid problems."

Alex froze.

"Canis familiaris is trained for obedience," noted the alien in the tank. "Ovis aries are very easy to control, however; strong group behaviour."

The other alien advised, "Second homo sapiens subject seems much more docile than the first, ovis aries would be a suitable choice for isolation adaptation, especially if matched with another from the same species. Adapted human may also be able to control canis familiaris subject as well."

The first bull-man had returned with the sheep, which weakly struggled against being held. The alien from the tank emerged with another collar. It headed over to attach the collar to the sheep; meanwhile, the other vanished back towards the tank.

Alex bolted: both the aliens seemed preoccupied, and he wasn't going to just stand around and let them probe him or abduct him or - worse - let that horny bull-man have his way with him. He made it five steps before the collar constricted tightly, and he buckled over, gasping for air.

"The subject should not try to escape!" one of the alien's voiced through their tablets. Alex just lay gasping, he was in no position to argue. The sky darkened as an alien loomed over him, a large gun pointing down at his face. Alex closed his eyes, and waited for it to be over.

Instead of the brief pain of a gunshot or immediately losing consciousness permanently - Alex had never been shot before, so he didn't really know what to expect - it instead felt like something was pissing on his face. Blinking, he looked up; the alien's gun was some kind of water-gun, which was pouring a red liquid over his face.

"Activating hormones," Alex barely heard one of the aliens say, trying to recover from getting his face squirted with the alien's weird liquid before he felt a needle prick him in the back of the neck. The alien disappeared, leaving Alex with the gentle throb as his collar pumped fluids into him, and the red liquid absorbed into his skin, leaving his face with a huge reddish stain on it.

"Documenting progress," one of the aliens said. Alex, however didn't care; he was starting to feel hot - very hot - and itchy. The white t-shirt he'd worn that day was already pretty wet with sweat, but it quickly became translucent, clinging to his pale skin. The skin on his face tingled, and his hips twitched and thrust involuntarily as his jeans suddenly felt extra snug.

Alex felt strange - no way should he be feeling aroused now - but his penis was starting to erect, and his crotch sweltered. Pubic hair was painfully tugged as his cock engorged, the curly strands sweatily entangled and felt as though it was tied into several knots that were being tugged tightly. Shaking hands fumbling, he tried to unbutton his jeans, but Alex was still recovering from a lack of oxygen when he'd been hit with the chemicals that triggered his reproductive desires so strongly, and so was a bit uncoordinated.

Especially when his hands continually scratched at the skin of his face, which seemed to be puffing out. Saliva rolled down both sides of his open mouth as he gasped for air to sate his body; his nose slowly poking, pink and smooth, into his vision.

Someone spoke with the same generated voice, and suddenly one of the bull-man approached him; Alex watched gratefully as its huge, thick fingers slowly worked the buttons of his jeans off, freeing the erection which poked out. Alex's extended nose twitched; his forming muzzle noticing the strong, nearby lanolin-like smell that had accompanied his freed crotch.

Sitting up, Alex watched as the bull-man grabbed his waistband and slowly worked the jeans down his legs. Between his sweaty legs, an enlarging pair of testicles, shedding the thick pubic bush that had surrounded them, grew and dangled into a thicker-skinned scrotal sack; they spilled down one leg of Alex's boxers, too big to be contained. His erect penis bobbed up and down, jiggling above his smooth stomach as the stain spread down his neck before blossoming out to cover the rest of his chest.

The bull-man tried jerking off Alex's boots, which were still laced - his digits were way too thick to work them off - and his forceful tugs caused Alex to grunt, gritting his teeth as he heard the enamel creaking as his jawbone sprouted out into a short muzzle. White, thick hairs sprouted over Alex's otherwise smooth skin, thickening and curling into wool.

Alex reached down, touching the tip as it distended, his boxers straining as a thickening tube worked its way up his chest, confining his erection tighter against his torso. The smooth slope of his pectorals began to swell into two round slabs of muscle beneath his woolly skin. Underneath him, a small flap of skin stretched outwards, growing into the first traces of an observable tail.

His vision distorted as his skull changed; clouding and tinting red soon after as he started to grope his growing, changing penis in his hands. His sweat-stained shirt was stretched taut, clinging to the woolly body and the thickening musculature underneath. Alex's ears, already stretched, flickered as a throbbing sensation started to pulse over his forehead.

Alex closed his eyes, red tears completely blurring his vision. He felt the bull-man finally get his boots off, and quickly yank off his jeans. The other creature's large, warm hands approached close to his sensitive genitals, and his cock pulsed as the bull-man tore off his boxers. Alex's own hands were now busy, the red discolouration finally reaching his fingertips. As veins and thick cords of muscle appeared over his arm before disappearing under the wool that covered most of his body, Alex used one hand to run along the shaft that now clung between the lower two abdominals of his near-visible six-pack, the other thumb running over his oozing tip.

His cock jolted again when the bull-man reached down to tear his t-shirt off, completely stripping Alex of all his clothing after a quick yank of the sweaty socks from around his transformed feet. An extra-thick version of a sheep's lower leg was now attached to him below his ankles, as his shins slowly contracted as his lower musculature and skeletal structures were converted to match those of a ram.

Alex opened his eyes, the wide, almost rectangular pupils surrounded now by a yellow iris. His thickening horns continued to expand, pressing out into a ribbed, curling structure. His vision was strange - colours pulsating and vibrant - and his nose filled with his own scent, the scent of the animals and the animal-men around him, and the heightened sensations of the grass and shit and dirt and warm tar seal that around him. He could even sniff the now-too-potent stench of his cigarettes.

Risking a chance to stand up, Alex released his cock; his balls ached for release as he wobbled and shook. Looking down over his wool-covered, tightly-packed, muscular body, Alex felt an odd thrill run through him, heightened by the chemicals being fed into him by the collar.

Feeling bestial, he supported himself on one hand and got close to the ground; his fluffy tail flicked upwards as his free hand stroked his sticky glans. Suddenly, the bull-man was behind him, one of his rough fingers jabbing underneath Alex's tail, circling his puckered sphincter.

The collar flooded Alex's senses then, rewiring his brain to accept the aliens, and their bovine servants as part of his family; his flock. The thoughts brought memories of his own family, but the chemicals quickly sent him into a lustful frenzy, and they were pushed out of his head.

The bull-man jabbed his finger into Alex's hole; Alex moaned as the finger wriggled around inside him, the dirty digit sliding over his sensitive organs. His intestines throbbed as he felt something inside his new body quickly reacting to remove any contaminants from the bull-man's probing. These chemicals also seemed to lubricate Alex's insides, making it easier for the bull-man's finger to slide in and out of him.

With his prostate being manipulated, his body throbbing and saturated with human and sheep hormones, and his testicles churning, Alex's altered penis shuddered; sticky white cum oozed out onto the grass and tar-sealed road below him. His hand dropped down; on all fours, from behind he could almost pass for a rather large ram; but Alex didn't really care, his mind was drifting away on a sea of endorphins. His cock continued to pump as Alex breathed heavily, a large puddle of cum trickling off of the side of the road into the ditch.

He barely noticed when the metallic arm-band was attached to his arm by one of the aliens; his ears heard it click shut, and felt the needle attach itself to his nervous system, but it was almost as though it were happening to something else. It took almost ten minutes to recover much of his senses.

By the time he finally pushed himself up onto two legs again, the aliens were already busy with their other test subject: Alex watched with interest as the bleating sheep's forelegs thickened with more human-styled muscles, the curious creature eagerly reaching down to fondle itself with its crude hands.

Alex felt a weird stinging sensation, then a sudden resurgence of his own sexual desires; still too spent from his own ejaculation, he nevertheless had a strong desire for more sexual play. He cautiously approached the transforming sheep, whose red-streaked eyes somehow regarded him with some recognition. The other sheep-man's fingers were hard at work, masturbating himself as lubricant splashed over his widening palms.

Alex lowered his head, his face bumping the hand away, as the sheep's widening, elongated mushroom tip was forced instead into Alex's awaiting mouth. His front teeth gently running along the sensitive skin of the ram-man's penis. Alex wrapped his arms around the sheep's rounding buttocks to support himself; in return, the sheep started to rub his own, free hands through Alex's woolly coat. Alex's mind spiked with joy at this touch, and was even more eager, freeing one hand to rub along the underbelly where Alex knew first-hand the other ram-man's penis was.

After a couple of minutes of this, he heard the creature bleating, and a large load of thick mutant ram cum filled his mouth, trickling over the wool on Alex's cheek. His task completed, he quickly uncurled himself, startling suddenly when his armband replied, "Did you like that?"

The other ram-man, not yet equipped with his own arm-band, simply nodded as best he could. Struggling on to two legs, the ram-man wrapped his new arm over Alex's shoulders. Turning, Alex saw the two bull-men sporting and stroking their own incredibly large erections. The aliens, still dispassionate, communicated between themselves, while one loaded Kip into a weird cylindrical cage and the other came over to Alex and the other ram-man with another computerised arm-band.

The other, having stored Kip somewhere in their tank, rapidly jaunted over with two jars. Alex twisted the lid off one, handing it to his semi-clone, before opening the other himself. "Liquefied os nutriment," the alien messaged, "Consume! Consume!" The two ram-men felt their collars slowly tighten until the brought the open jars to their mouth and, with some difficulty, downed the grassy-smelling liquid.

Alex's stomach rumbled; having just gotten a mouthful of cum, and now a thick grass-drink, he still felt somewhat hungry; he started to feel tired, until his neck stung once again as more chemicals were injected into him.

"Thank you," the ram-man replied to Alex, who tried to smile in response. His arm-band instead laughed unsettlingly; Alex decided that perhaps a gentle shoulder squeeze would do for now. The aliens hadn't quite gotten down the human displays of happiness and humour, he thought.

The other ram-man ran his hand over Alex's body; Alex felt himself feeling oddly proud of his transformed, strong body.

"Subject have been adapted and appear to be prepared," noted one of the aliens. "Do subjects find their forms satisfactory?" it added.

Alex looked down, the weird sensations of his new body bubbling through to his consciousness, swimming through the flood of chemicals his transformed body were generating, and that his collar pumped into him, whenever his mind wandered from himself and his new body. His clone, blurting out with random words as he got used to his new sentience, eventually replied, "Yes." Alex, a strong sense of following with the group altering his thoughts, also replied in the affirmative: after all, the two bull-men were very strong and powerful, and seemed willing to go along with the aliens, so it seemed like a good idea to go along with what everyone else was thinking.

The aliens quickly instructed their four-strong group of mutants to follow them, returning to their tank. Alex and the other ram-man waited for it to pass, followed behind by the two bull-men walking side by side; the two of them quickly following as the seven creatures made their way down the road.