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Thank God I'm A Country Boy
a story written by
Agent M
1
The sun beamed down onto the hood and dashboard of my
truck, and into my eyes as well. I don't know why I picked this
assignment in the first place. It's too hot down here in the summer,
and there's nothing but desert for miles. And that sun! I think the
sun is hotter in Texas than anywhere else. But since most of my
summer experience has been the eastern coast of Canada, I wasn't
used to the heat.
"Of all the stupid places to try and sell computer parts." I said
to myself as I adjusted the radio. Nothing was coming in, only static.
It was as if even the radio signals died out here. "I don't even think
people around here have electricity, let alone a computer." I finally
gave up on the radio, and pushed a CD into the slot. For the next half
hour, it was just me, the desert, and "In the Hall of the Mountain
King".
It was about the time when "The SabrÈ Dance" was finishing
when I came across the farm. It seemed really out of place, a lush
island of green in a sea of sand and rock. As I drove closer,
something else caught my attention. The farm was doing extremely
well. It appeared to be growing corn or something. "Must be some
sort of an underground river or well." It only took me a few minutes
to reach the gate, at which point I immediately got myself and my
sales pitch ready. After straightening my tie and grabbing my
briefcase, I stepped out of the car. "Jesus! I thought it was hot in the
truck! It must be a thousand degrees out here." I walked up to the
large wooden gate, and noticed the rusty mailbox. "Cute." I smirked
to myself. "As if anyone came out here besides fools and salesmen, or
both."
The farm looked like the usual television depiction. A large red
barn with the paint peeling off, a white two-story farm house, and
fields of neatly grown corn. At least, I think it was corn. Rather
brazenly, I walked up to the farm house and knocked on the door. No
reply. I knocked again. Still no answer. I kicked myself over my own
stupidity. "This is a farm, they're probably out working, duh!" I
stepped off the porch and onto the brown soil. It almost seemed red,
like on the farms on Prince Edward Island.
As I walked towards the big red barn, I managed to survey the
area a bit. It didn't appear that there were any other farms within
the immediate area, let alone any other signs of life. At the far east
of the property, I think it was east, there were three tall silver silos.
"Probably corn or wheat. Rather new looking though." The barn was
located behind the house, which gave me the opportunity to discover
the rusted remains of an old Dodge pickup. A quick look confirmed
my suspicions; it was definitely old. The license plate read ë37, what
was left of it any way. But, I had no time for admiring such a
beautiful automobile. I had been there for over ten minutes, and still
hadn't even begun to make a sale. Some noises in the barn caught my
attention, and I immediately walked towards it.
Standing in front of the two huge doors, I slowly looked up, and
up, and up! "Hot damn, it's huge!" I said, as I wiped some sweat from
my forehead with my handkerchief. I raised my hand and pounded
on the colossal wooden doors. The noise was so loud it shocked the
animals inside, and me as well. After a few more moments of
waiting, I turned to leave, when a sweet southern accent stopped me
in my tracks.
"What'd y'all doin' disturbin' all my animals?"
I turned around, to see a small blonde head poking out of a
small door. You know, the kind that are cut in two and can open at
the top or bottom. Well, only the top was open, and all I could see
was her cute blonde head poking over the bottom door. Her hair was
drawn into two pigtails on either side of her head, and held there by
some string or rubber bands or something. Her face was that of a
teenager, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and was pure and
unblemished. Apparently, nature had been kind to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry miss." I apologized, removing my hat. My sweaty
head was exposed to the hot sun, and I felt dirty. "The name's
McKenzie, Robert McKenzie. I work for Mitchell Isaac and Bradley
computers."
She smiled at me, showing off her perfectly straight white
teeth. "Oh, y'all are a salesman, aint ya?"
I returned the smile, and nodded. "Yes miss. I'm selling
computer systems and parts. I was wondering if you would be
interested in purchasing some items. For your business, of course."
She smiled even wider now, her blue eyes shining as if they
were tiny blue suns. "Oh! Y'all are sellin' computer parts, are ya?
Well, what'cha got Mr. McKenzie?"
"Maybe we could discuss this inside? I'm afraid I'm not used to
the heat."
"Oh of course! Where're my manners? Why don't y'all follow
me to the house."
She opened the bottom door and I swear my jaw hit the ground
faster than a SeaKing helicopter. First of all, she wasn't wearing a
shirt. Instead, she was wearing a pair of overalls, which just barely
covered her figure. And what a figure it was! Each breast had to be
as big as her head, if not bigger. They hung without support,
squeezed into the rough fabric of the jeans. The bib of her overalls
were just barely covering her areola, and her nipples were
noticeable, even through the thick fabric. Her skin, what I could see
of it, was covered in a light tan as well as a slight peppering of
freckles.
"What? Y'all never seen a full figured gall before?" she teased,
her hands on her hips. "No miss, I mean, not like you."
"Aw, shucks. Y'all embarrasin' mah." she blushed, biting her
pinky.
I cleared my throat, and we proceeded to the farm house,
where I was presented with a large glass of lemonade. It was a
welcome relief to the sun beaming down on my sweaty head. Before
I could get into my sales routine, she began to question me.
"Now, where are y'all from that you would consider this li'l ol'
sunny day a scorcher?"
I took another sip of my lemonade. Damn, it was good. "Oh, I'm
originally from Canada. I just moved to..."
"Oh! Y'all are from Canaja?" She looked surprised, and I don't
think I could have impressed her more even if I told her I was from
Neptune. That is, if she didn't get Neptune and Nevada confused. "No
wonder y'all so hot. I guess y'all aren't used to there bein' no snow
on the ground, aint ya?"
I tried not to smile, and took another sip of my lemonade.
"Well, we don't have snow all the time."
"Oh, ëkay. So, Mr. McKenzie, what kind of computer parts is
y'all sellin'?"
"Well, mainly hard drives, CD rom drives, speakers, monitors,
towers... you know, the usual stuff."
"Does y'all gots the new Pentium III with 37.6 gig hard drive, a
32x CD rom and 300 megs of ram?"
I almost choked on an ice cube. "How the hell does she know so
much about computers?" I thought to myself. "I doubt she can even
spell it."
She looked at me in confusion. He arms were crossed, and her
generous mounds were resting on them. "Are you alright?"
"Cough! Oh, I'm fine. I just didn't realize you knew so much
about computers."
She smiled. "Well, Pa taught me a thing or two." She stood up,
her mammoth chest bobbing in the strained overalls. Even the metal
clasps were groaning under the strain. "Can I get y'all some more
lemon-aid?"
I wasn't about to decline. "Yes please. Tell me, where is your
father? I would like to talk business with him as well."
She stopped filling my glass, her back towards me. Two rather
large pieces of white flesh were visible, even from behind. "Oh, he
doesn't come around anymore. Not since he left us."
I felt my face become hot. I'm sure that I turned beet red. "Oh.
I'm most terribly sorry. I didn't mean to..."
She turned around, her bosom shaking back and for. "Oh, that's
alright. There aint no harm in askin'."
I graciously accepted the new glass. "So, who lives here?
Besides you, of course."
She looked up at me, her blue eyes lacking the brightness they
shone when we were outside. She didn't appear sad, yet she wasn't
happy either. "Nobody, ëcept fer me and da animals."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I do apologize." Today just wasn't my day for
talking to women.
She smiled again, rather suddenly, the peppy smile which had
disappeared only moments ago. "Don't sweat it, Mr. McKenzie!"
"Please, call me Robert."
"'Kay, Robbie!" She giggled, and I couldn't help but smile. She
was only a few years younger than myself, I would have fallen head
over heels for her in high school. If we had met in a bar or someplace
where I wouldn't know her real age, I probably would have tried
anything to have sex with her. But, I had to be a gentleman. And
besides, I could lose a customer over a hard on. It was then that she
said something I will remember for the rest of my life. It's simplicity
and unpredictability was to forever change me.
"Y'all wanna make out?"
Now, I know what you're thinking. "How the hell can you sleep
with her? She's only a child!" Well, I'm going to tell you now, I never
slept with her at all.
We didn't have time to sleep.
I'm not afraid to say this, but it was the best night of my entire
life. She was an animal, and gave me more stamina than all my
previous years combined. I don't know how many times I came, or
how many she came, it was all blurred in a night of sexual bliss. And
by the time she was done with me (she was on top and doing
extremely well I might add) I didn't have any energy at all. The last
thing I remembered was the light of the sunrise pouring into the
window over her naked body, as I fell asleep.
2
I awoke in the afternoon. At least, I think it was the afternoon.
The shades were down, but the light of day still shone through. I sat
up and looked around. My head felt like it was full of cotton, and my
mouth tasted like..., milk? Slowly, everything came back to me. The
farm, the girl, the sex, and the milk. You see, her rather large breasts
for some reason unknown, we lactating. And her milk was really
good too! I began to get my bearings. Although my vision was a little
foggy without my glasses, I could tell that she wasn't in the room
with me, and neither were my clothes. After a stubbed toe and some
obscenities, I found my glasses, and a pair of overalls. Apparently, I
was going to have to work for last night's activity. I dressed in a
hurry, jumping into the overalls and slipping on a brown work shirt,
which I noticed was stretched in the chest area. She even had a
baseball cap laying on a chair with the phrase "Got Milk?" written in
large black letters, a little ironic to say the least.
I ran downstairs and into the kitchen. There was a plate of
bacon and eggs with toast and orange juice sitting on the table. After
the experience I had last night, I was starved, and I wolfed down my
breakfast, or was it lunch?
On the table beside my plate was a small note, with Mr.
MacKenzie written in excellent feminine penmanship. "I guess she's
smarter than she looks..., or talks." I picked it up and opened it.
Dear Robbie
Thank you for last night, I had a great time.
"So did I" I said to myself.
When you wake up, would you mind helping me with
some chores? I'm sure you wouldn't mind earning your keep, after
seeing what the benefits of a hard day's work are. I'll be out in the
barn, and I've got a surprise that you aint going to want to miss.
OXOX
After I read the note, I realized that I had just had the most
incredible night of sex in my life, and I didn't even know the girl's
name. I slipped on a ratty pair of sneakers that were left near the
door, and walked slowly out to the barn. The sun was bright, but it
wasn't as hot as the day before. I knocked on the barn door, and
after no one answered, opened it.
Inside it looked like most barns. There were stalls with hay, a
feed bin, and chickens clucking and running around in circles. I
looked up in the loft; nothing but hay. There were a couple of cows
and horses in some of the nearby stalls, and I doubt if they really
gave a damn who I was. "Man, this place smells like shit." I couldn't
help but say it. "Well, it is a barn." I walked towards the back, when
I heard something. It was like a muffled moan, or some sort of
animal sound.
"Hello?" I called softly, somewhat afraid of the answer I would
receive. There was no response, except the moaning was a little
louder. It sounded like... it was defiantly her. After uncountable
hours of, you know, I knew that it was defiantly her. I ran towards
the back, crouching behind an empty horse stall. Slowly, carefully, I
poked my head around the corner. At first I couldn't see anything,
but a muffled scream of pleasure caught my attention. I turned my
head farther to the right..., feet. Human feet. Delicate dainty feminine
feet, which led to a pair of sensually curved legs, and then to.... "Holy
Shit!"
I had to hold my hands over my mouth to keep from getting
caught. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. The girl was sitting on
some sort of a stool, and was being fucked by a cow! "I've heard
about women who fucked animals, but Jesus Christ! A cow?" I'm not
ashamed to say it, I had seen pictures of this sort of thing on porn
sites before. Unless you're unfamiliar with just how big a horse or
cow is, you should probably pay attention. To put it simply, they're
huge. Almost all of them are over a foot long, and really thick. I
mean, you'd either have to have one really huge cunt, or really know
what you're doing to keep it from tearing you apart. "No wonder she
fucked me so good last night..., she's been practicing for years." I
thought.
I poked my head around again. I couldn't see the front end of
the cow, only the back. The blonde girl had her legs wrapped around
it, as it impaled her with the biggest dick I had ever seen. It must
have been over two feet long, but it was hard to tell because it spent
most of the time inside of her. I then noticed something really
strange about the cow, it was a cow. Unless you're from the city, you
know that a cow is a female cow, and a bull is a male. Bulls are often
one or two basic colours, like brown, white, or grey. This beast was
the typical dairy cow black and white, which only the female have.
Secondly, the cock didn't look like an animal cock. It looked too
human. The balls, although extremely hairy, hung in a sack like a
man's did. And the cock was curved upwards, with what appeared to
be a circumcised head. My uncle had a sheep farm, and I used to
watch the Discovery channel, so I knew what animal dicks looked
like, and this wasn't you're average run-of-the-mill heifer.
"Man, I thought those porn pictures of women fucking animals
were either staged or involved really sick people..., this is really
fucked up!"
I pulled my head back around the corner and listened. I could
make out her moans, but there was something else. It sounded like
there was another woman, but she was drowned out by the sound of
the bull-cow. It went on for what seemed like hours, and it may
have, because by my count she came at least 12 times. Finally, she
screamed, as the beast blew it's load deep inside of her. It let out one
of the most horrifying sounds I had ever heard; a mixture of a
painful "moo" and a woman's loudest orgasmic scream. It caused the
chickens to scatter to the far end of the barn, and by the smell, most
of the animals to shit themselves. This almost included me, but my
breakfast hadn't gotten quite that far.
I listened intently. For a few moments there was only the
sound of heavy breathing, and dripping. Finally, I heard hooves, as
the beast moved away from me, and farther towards the back of the
barn. I poked my head around the corner. The girl was laying there,
panting hard. Her hair was tangled and strewn around her, bits of
hay clinging to it and her sweaty skin. She was completely naked,
except for her boots, and a large white puddle of the cow's cum
dripped from between her legs. Her breasts were visibly larger than
last night and about the size of basketballs now. Milk covered their
smooth surface, some still leaking from her erect nipples. With a
grunt, she stood up, I couldn't believe my eyes. Her stomach bulged
outwards, as if she had swallowed a basketball. She looked as if she
was between five and seven months pregnant! She rubbed it, and
smiled, as she slowly pushed her hands into her stomach. She began
to mew quietly, as the drips of cow-cum slowly turned into a small
stream. She pressed harder and harder, until it poured out like a
faucet. "Oooooooh! She filled me up soooooooo good!" she moaned, as
her breath quickened again.
Meanwhile, I had both hands over my mouth. I wasn't sure if it
was to keep me from screaming, or to keep from vomiting. "This is
sick!" I thought to myself as I crawled backwards, trying to get away
without letting her out of my sight. By now she had finished, I guess
you would call it ëemptying' herself, and was beginning to get
dressed. She pulled her overalls over her curvaceous hips and
shapely ass, and seemed a little miffed when she couldn't get the
metal clasps of her overalls to hook together. With a grunt and a
moan, she fastened the clips. Her breasts were defiantly bigger; flesh
oozed out from the sides and top of the overall's bib, and it was
stretched so much that you could make out every inch of her ass.
Even her areola was visible, almost to the nipples, which looked like
half-thumbs under the rough denim.
Luckily for me, there was a conveniently placed pile of hay,
which I was able to hide behind while she had struggled with her
clothes. "What do I do?" I pondered to myself. "Do I run away and
try to make it to the nearest town? She'd certainly hear my truck,
and I don't have very much gas. But I can't just stay here, can I?
Maybe if I just pretend that I didn't see it, and act as if I just came
in. Then I can get some gas and get out of here."
I poked my head around the hay. She was busy brushing bits
of straw and dirt out of her hair, and slipping the golden strands
through some elastics to form her familiar pigtails. She soon looked
exactly like we first met, although a bit bustier, but I wasn't exactly
complaining about that. "What's she doing now?" I said out loud, as
she walked to the right side of the barn and past some stalls,
eventually disappearing behind a plywood wall. After a little while, I
heard a door open, then slam shut. I waited a few moments, then
slowly stood up. I looked towards where the cow creature had gone,
and shuddered. "Ummm, maybe I should follow the girl."
I tried to creep silently towards where the door was, but all the
straw, rocks, and chicken poop made than impossible. So, with a
shrug, I walked over behind the plywood wall. Sure enough, there
was a door. I went to open it, and stopped. I leaned closer and
listened. She was humming, defiantly humming. "Deee, de de de de
dum, de dum. Deeee de de de de dum, de dum." I began to hum the
tune myself, it was the Green Acres theme. "Man, this is like Petticoat
Junction meets the Rocky Horror film festival." I cracked the door
open slowly, and looked inside. It appeared to be where they stored
the feed and pesticides. At first I couldn't see her, but then she came
into sight from the other side, carrying a dented red tin cup. "Must
be getting chicken feed" I told myself.
I was wrong. She walked towards some large silver tanks. They
were like kegs, only taller, and not quite as thick. More like giant
thermoses. I counted fifty of them, stacked in ten rows of five, and it
appeared that there were a lot more in there. Another one rested on
a crate nearby, a long black rubber hose coming out of the bottom. I
strained my eyes to read what was printed on the side in yellow
stenciled letters. "Damn! It's upside down! This is going to take
awhile. Bo... Bovene, no, Bovine. Alright, Bovine Gr... Grub? Bovine
Grub? No, wait, Bovine Grooow. Bovine Growth... Bovine Growth
Hormone! That's it!"
I must have said it a bit to loud, because she seemed startled
and began looking in my direction. I moved away from the door, and
pressed my back against the wall. Have you even noticed that when
you're trying to hide, your breathing sounds really loud? Mine
sounded like the engine of a Mack truck. I began taking quick short
breaths in an attempt to hide myself. The silence was broken when I
heard liquid flowing and splashing against a metal surface. I looked
through the crack in the door again. She was filling the cup with the
hormones, it looked slightly thick, and was a sort of translucent blue
colour. "She must be going to put that in the water for the cows, I
hope she doesn't use it on that beast cow. I don't think she could
handle a bigger cock."
She didn't use it on the cows. What she did surprised me even
more.
She drank it.
Without any hesitation at all. She lifted the cup to her lips and
drank it as if it was just water! She even tilted her head back to
make sure she got all of it. "Shit, I mean, shit man!" I whispered to
myself, hoping she wouldn't hear me. "As if this place isn't fucked up
enough already!" I felt as if I was going to throw up. "God knows
what that stuff could do to her. I mean, it could poison her, or mutate
her eggs so that she has freaks for kids!" I looked back in; she was
getting another glass. I decided that this was a good time to
disappear. I walked quickly, because the floors were full of animal
shit and it was impossible to run, towards the door.
"Al'ight, who's out there?"
I froze. I had barely even started towards the door, and
already she knew I was in the barn. Slowly, I turned around. The
door was still closed, but I could hear her moving inside, soon
followed by the ominous sound of a pump-action shotgun being
loaded. I felt m cold sweat run down my face and all over my body.
In my confusion, I began running towards the back of the barn, and
stepped in a rather large and fresh cow pattie. With an "oh fuck": and
a loud splat, I was on my back and full of shit. At first I just laid
there, until I heard the door opening. The animals were spooked, and
making an awful racket. I quickly rolled over and crawled past the
back stalls and to where I had first saw the her with the heifer-
maphrodite. I sat up, pulled my legs into my body, and tried to
breath in slow shallow breaths to no avail. The squishing of her slow
footsteps grew louder and louder, as I saw her shadow stretch across
the floor. Even in her shadow the gun was evident. I scurried farther
away and around another corner, and bumped into something. I sat
there, waiting for her to come. I'm not usually a religious man, but I
whispered a prayer as I was sure my time had come. The black
shadow of the shotgun crept around the corner, and I turned my
head away. There was no way I could look at her with anything but
disgust or shame. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up, half
expecting to see Jesus himself standing there with an outstretched
hand.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
BANG!
3
I sat there, covered in animal filth as well as my own. The girl
was laying on her back nearby, smoke still leaking out of the gun's
barrel and rising slowly in a gentle whisp with the horrible smell of
burnt gunpowder.
But that wasn't why I had screamed. I don't think any kind of
weapon could have scared me as badly as what I saw.
Standing there was what I can only describe as a cowtaur. The
lower body resembled a cow's exactly, except for the dick and balls.
Where the head would be, was the all to familiar torso of a human
female; complete with breasts, stomach, arms, shoulders, neck, and
head. The face bore a look that told me she was more shocked than I
was, if that was possible. Bright sunlight shone down over her body
from the hole that the other woman had blown in the ceiling with the
shotgun. After a moment, I gathered up my courage, and managed to
blurt out a meek "hello."
The cow-girl calmed down slightly. She opened her mouth to
talk, but was interrupted by the farm girl. "What the hell do you
think you're doin' sneakin' around and scarin' all mah critters!?!"
I was still stunned, to say the least. "Uh... uh... hello."
She was obviously pissed off. "Who said dat you could just com
walzin' in here?"
I turned my head towards her, not taking my eyes off of the
cowtaur. "Uh... you did, in the note you left on the table in the
kitchen... wow."
She lowered the gun, and gradually, began to smile. "Oh, yeah."
She giggled softly, instinctively raising her hand so she could bite her
pinky.
"Uhhhh, can it talk?"
"Of course I can talk! And I'm not an ëit', I'm a she." The
cowgirl crossed her arms, her large apparently DD breasts to rest on
them.
I glanced down at her penis. "Sorry. I guess I got a little
confused." I managed a weak smile, which she followed with a smirk.
"Oh, a comedian." she said, her eyes rolling to the back of her
head. I began to get to my feet, god, she was tall. I'd guess she was at
least 6'4 or more, since when I stood up I was eye level with her
chin, and being 6' tall that doesn't happen much.
"Well, I guess I'll have ta be explainin' the whole story now."
The farm girl sighed, wiping her hands in her overalls. I laughed
quietly at the thought of how her pants were called overalls, but did
little to cover her generously large globes.
"Yeah, I do believe an explanation is in order."
"Huh?" the farm girl looked puzzled.
"He means you gots some ësplainin to do."
"Oh, okay. Well, it all started this-a-way. We four sisters were
al..."
"Wait a minute," I interrupted. "There's four of you? Where are
the other two?"
"Will you just wait for me ta finish ësplainin? Aint you got no
manners?"
"Uh, sorry."
"That's better. Now, as I was sayin'... we four sisters lived
together on dis farm for our entire lifes." The cowtaur nodded. "And
we lived ëere with Pa and Ma. But Ma died when we was just
youngsters, and Pa left us a few years back." I could tell by the look
on their faces that it was still hard for them to talk about her.
"Well, it was the first summer since Pa had left, and we was
havin' a hard time workin' the land. Then one day a big black truck
from da gover'ment pulled in."
"Actually, I think it was a blue truck."
"It don't matter what color the truck was, it was a truck from
da gover'ment, ëkay?"
"Geeze, don't bite mah head off."
The farm sighed. "Anyways, we was workin' the farm when the
gover'ment truck came..., I think it was last sum'er, golly time sure
does fly..." I began to wipe some of the dirt and shit off of my clothed
with a rag the cowtaur passed to me. "Thanks."
"No problem." she said, tossing her head back and letting her
long blonde hair whip around. I was beginning to think that she was
warming up to me.
"Any ways, were was workin' the farm and da truck came. Is
stopped right out yonder." She pointed towards where the big
metallic silos were. "At first we didn't know what ta think. Not many
people come out here, y'know. This guy jumps out of da truck, I don't
really know what he looked like. I think he wore a suit, and was
clean shaven. I thought dat was odd, ëcause most truckers I've seen
usually ëave beards and wear normal folk's clothes. Uhhh, no
offense."
"None taken. Technically I'm not a trucker."
"Well, the guy walks up to me and asked me if this was Pa's
place."
"He didn't actually ask if it was ëPa's place', he asked for him
by name." the cowtaur said, as she brushed some strands of hair
from her face.
"He knows that! Quit interuptin', you're ruinin' the whole
story!"
"Jesus, a'ight!"
"So, since Pa had run off, we told da guy that Pa was in town,
and wouldn't be back for a few day. The man took out one of those
pocket phone..."
"Cell phones" the cowtaur interrupted.
"Thanks. So he took out his cell phone and told a bunch of guys
to come. And in comes the whole fuckin' army!"
"You knows very well it wasn't the whole army, and don't cuss
none!"
"A'ight! Well, some army men came and started takin' stuff off
da truck. I swear that they had d'em silos up in less than an ëour."
The cow-taur opened her mouth, but shut it with an evil glance
from the other.
"So, da silos was up, and da truck pulls off, and another one
comes. Out jumps the same guy, and ëe asks us to get Pa to sign a
piece of paper. Well, we couldn't tell ëim Pa had left, after all da
work they'd done, so we told ëem dat Pa was in town fer a few days,
and couldn't be reached. So, we signed for ëem, and they started
unloadin' those tanks. They even build that separate part of da barn
to ëouse it in."
I was beginning to get interested, but the heat inside the barn
and the filth on my clothes was making it unbearable. "Could we
continue this insi...."
"Just wait a moment! I'm a'most done, and you'se don't wanna
miss wats next."
"Yes ma'am!" I knew better to anger a woman, let alone one
with a friend who's cock was longer than my torso.
"Well, he gave us some instructions, basically said ta give t'ese
c'emicals to da cows in deir water, and ta report wha ëappens. Well,
ev'ything went a'ight for a few weeks, but Billy Joe started gettin'
worn out. She was the youngin', and was havin' a hard time tryin' to
keep up. I was sending our report to da gover'ment man o'er da
phone, tellin' how the chemicals waz makin' da cows stronger and
make more milk. I could see out da window Billy Joe walkin' to da
barn, but I thought nothin' of it, ëtil she came out carrying three bags
of chicken feed on ëer shoulder. Those bags are fi'ty pounds each!
They weighed at least sixty pounds more dan her, and she was
carryin' dem as if dey waz pillows."
"Uhhhh, which one of you is Bobby Joe?"
The cow-girl huffed. "You mean to tell me you don't even know
ëer name yet?"
"Uhhhh, not exactly."
"Well, I'm Betty Joe," the cow-taur said. "And she's Britney Joe."
"Thank you, Betty."
"Betty Joe."
Britney Joe crossed her arms atop her breasts, causing them to
seem even more huge. "As I was sayin'.... We ask'd ëer wha
ëappened, and she told us. She ëad drunk a cup of da chemical, and it
made ëer stronger. At first none of tried it, and we tried to stop
Bobby Joe from drinking it again."
"Why would she want to drink it again?"
"Well, da effects disappeared after about a day, and she was
normal again. Then about a week later I saw ëer cartin' more feed
bads around, and the next day, Betty Joe here was followin' ëer,
carryin' 5 bags! Eventually, we all got into it. It made us so strong,
and our titties so big! Ma was kinda flat, so we didn't have much in
da boob department. But when we started drinkin da chemicals, we
just blossomed up." She cupped her soft breasts in her hands, as if I
needed any more proof. "Well, one day I had to go into town to pay
our tab at the store. I knew I would be gone a few days, and I told
them to make sure to test da chemicals on da cows. And then it
ëappened..."
"What happened?"
Betty Joe stepped forward, her hoofs making soft thumps in the
dirt. "Maybe I ought to take it from here on in. Well, we had just
finished feeding the cows, and because of a little juice boost, we had
finished the next day's work before it got dark. So me, Billy Joe and
Bobby Joe decided to celebrate. When Pa was ëere, he used to make
ëhome brew', and he taught Billy Joe how to make it. We polished of
an entire jug, when Billy Joe had the bright idea of seeing how much
of the chemical we could each drink, and see how big our tits would
get. At the time, we each had about a C cup, and if we went a week
without the chemical we knew we'd shrink back to a more normal
size."
"So, we had a chugging contest. I'm not sure how much we each
had, but I know Bobby Joe won. She drank an entire canister of that
shit. Billy Joe came in second, I think. It's kinda hard to remember,
we passed out not long afterwards."
I was intrigued to say the least. "And then what happened?"
Britney Joe started talking, as she fiddled with the bib of her
overalls. "Well, I came home and found them passed out in the barn,
n'ked. At first I thought that they had gotten drunk and become
lezzies, but then I saw the canisters. They seemed fine when they
woke up, except for the bad hangovers, and I tried not to work them
too hard. Bobby Joe was the first to change..."
"How did they change?"
"Maybe it's best we show you." Betty Joe said, as she walked to
the back of the barn. At the back of the barn was a large aluminum
door, which she slid open with little effort. The inside was decorated
with posters of boys, clothes strewn everywhere, stuffed animals, the
kinds of thinks you'd usually find in a teenager girl's room. I
followed her inside, with Britney behind me. "Billy Joe! Bobby Joe!
Come on out now, we got someone for you to meet!"
I could hear movement to my right, where there were three
beds. One was the largest king-size bed I had ever seen, one was a
normal twin bed, and the other one was a bed of hay, obviously
Betty Joe's. There was a section walled off, and I could hear some
music and see the glow of a television set. Then I saw them.
The first one to step out must have been around fourteen years
old. She had the same blonde hair as her sisters, tied in a long
ponytail which reached her firm round ass. She was about 5'4 tall,
wearing a pair of khaki shorts and brown hiking boots. But that
wasn't the best part. the best part were her breasts, and I mean that
in the true plural of the word. I saw them jiggle and shake as she
walked towards me, smacking each other gentle with a soft meaty
slap. And the sheer number of them blew me away! I could see nine
breasts on her front, each at least a full DDD, and there were three on
each side running from under her arm to just over her hips. She
seemed surprised to see me, but smiled and spun around, allowing
me to see that she had nine breasts on her back as well. They were
so form looking, yet so soft that they sank into each other. Her top
row was resting on her middle, and they were resting on the bottom,
making her look as if she was filled to capacity. "Howdy. I'm Billy Joe.
I see you met Britney Joe ën Betty Joe. ëTis a pleasure to meet you."
She curtsied, her breasts rising and palling on each other.
"Uhh, nice to meet you to Billy.."
"Billy Joe!"
"Oh, sorry, Billy Joe."
Billy Joe smiled again, and winked at me. "Bobby Joe! get out
ëere! There's a guy here ta see you!" she screamed, then continued to
flirt with me.
I'm not going to lie to you, she had the biggest breasts I had
ever seen. When Bobby Joe walked out I almost creamed my pants!
They hung down to around her knees, and were close to the size of
bean bag chairs! She was only twelve years old, and I don't know
how she was able to walk with those huge tits on her tiny 4'11
frame. Like her sisters, she was the blonde blue-eyes stereotype,
with her long wild hair reaching the backs of her knees. If I had
been able to see past her monstrous mams, I would have seen that
besides for her breasts, she hadn't even gone through puberty.
I was speechless. Here I was surrounded by four girls, all
under eighteen years of age, with the most incredible bodies I had
ever seen. All I could get out was a weak "hello" and ogle each of
them.
"Well, you think these are large, you should see what happens
when I'm not milked in a few days." Bobby Joe said coyly, and for
the first time I was able to see her arms, as she caressed her breasts.
As far as I could tell, she was only wearing a pair of pink sneakers
and white socks.
I let my curiosity get the better of me. "What happens when
you aren't milked?"
She smiled. "Image your pickup truck, bumper to bumper with
two more pickup trucks. Now, imagine beside those trucks there's
another row of trucks, and on each of these trucks there is one truck,
so you've got 12 trucks. Now, imagine two of these groups, and a
short little girl glued to the back of ëem."
"Wow, that's big."
Betty Joe was still looking rather stern, and turned to me. "You
know, we can't go lettin' you blab this around."
"Oh, of course I won't! No one would believe me!"
She sighed. "No, I mean you're never gonna leave here again."
I gulped. "You mean... you would... kill me?"
For the first time I saw her smile, her teeth were unusually
straight for someone who lived in the middle of nowhere. Then she
began to laugh. It wasn't an evil laugh, but the kind of laugh when
someone says something really stupid. "No no no! You'll just have to
earn your keep if you want to stay!"
I let the air out of my lungs with a ëwhew'. "Oh, you mean, I
see. Of course I'll stay, I wouldn't dream of giving this up! This is
incredible!"
Billy Joe smiled again, tilting her head to one side. "Y'all can
drink one cup of the ëjuice' a day, without any side effects. And
we're gonna work you haaaard." She stretched out the words, and bit
her lip.
"But, I saw Britney Joe here drink at least two cups of the..."
They all seemed shocked. Betty Joe was the first one to speak.
"She did what?" She turned to Britney Joe. "You did what? What were
you thinkin'?"
Britney Joe broke down and began to cry. "I... I was jealous that
y'all got to have big tits ën lots of titties, I felt out. ënd then Mr.
McKenzie here came and I thought that ëe could go into town and I
would be able to be like you'se."
I didn't know what to do, so I took her into my arms. She
buried her face into my shoulder, and sobbed. Billy Joe and Bobby
Joe looked at each other, then back at us, still unable to speak. "It's...
it's alright Britney..."
"Britney Joe! Waaaaaaa!"
I grimaced slightly. "Britney Joe, it's alright, we understand,
right?"
The barn was silent except for the sound of her crying.
"RIGHT?"
"Oh, yeah, sure. We ënderstand Britney Joe. But, how many
cups did you have?"
She looked up with tear-filled eyes. "Eleven.."
"Eleven cups! That's more th'n Betty Joe ëad!"
Britney Joe wailed and buried her head in my chest. "Britney
Joe, what I think they're trying to say is that... you're beautiful the
way you are. They don't like being this way, right?" Betty Joe nodded
her head in a forced way, while Billy Joe and Betty Joe simply shook
theirs.
And without warning, she pushed me away. I stumbled
backwards and fell on my ass with a soft ëthud'. She seemed shocked
and confused, and I soon discovered why. Her ears began to move up
the side of her head, and become more pointed. Two distortions
began poke out of her hair, and began to grow upwards in a small
curve. Her entire body seemed to be vibrating and giving off heat.
With two loud POP's the buttons of her overalls flew across the room,
as her breasts increased in size. The bib fell down across her
widening hips and slender waist. Slowly, her breasts began to rise, as
they were pushed up by another set of breasts, which raced to catch
up with her original set. She moaned, running her hands over her
growing mams, as her jeans were torn by her swelling hips. They fell
to the ground, exposing her growing hairless cunt, it's clit sticking out
over an inch and still swelling. A small tail swished behind her,
growing out of her tailbone, becoming longer with each passing
moment. She stood there, running her hands over her medicine-ball
sized tits, which had finally stopped growing. Her nipples grew to the
size of small penis', and began to swell thicker. They then split into
two nipples, then those two split again, until each breast resembles a
sort of titty-udder. Her ears turned white with black smudges, and
her horns grow to about 4-5" in length. Her 3' tail swished back and
forth, as her 8" long lips pulsed and her 3" long & 1" wide clit
throbbed with passion. She plunged her fist into her sopping crevice,
as she fondled her multiple nipples with her other hand. Within
moments she reached orgasm, screaming louder than she had earlier
when Betty Joe had fucked her. Finally, she collapsed on the ground,
spent from her transformation and sexual bliss.
EPILOGUE
Well, that's what happened. As of now I am no longer working
for Mitchell Isaac & Bradley Computers. All my time is spent on the
farm, when I don't have to go into town for food and supplies. The
Joes eventually got used to me, and made my stay pleasurable, very
pleasurable! Britney enjoys her new form, especially when it's
milking time. Betty Joe is finally starting to get used to me, and is
smiling more, especially since Britney Joe can now take all of Betty
Joe's cock inside of her.
We're still sending results to the government office, although
we don't mention what effect the chemical has on humans. I've
discovered a rather amusing side effect of the chemical, it makes the
user more aroused and can cause them to become attracted to those
they daily interact with, for the Joes this would be each other and I.
I bought a cowboy hat, and a good pair of boots, and I still
wear Britney Joe's "GOT MILK!" hat every once in awhile. The crops
are growing extremely well, and we've almost got more milk than we
can sell.
Oh, and did I mention that we've been assigned to test bull
steroids?
END
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