Labor reform

by brazboy   

Alberto’s farm finds itself in financial trouble, and one of the ways out is a complete labor reform—but that doesn’t mean Alberto is about to leave his vaqueiros behind.

Alberto was looking at several Excel spreadsheets over and over—no matter how many times he did that exercise, the numbers never seemed to reach the results he needed. The price of bullmilk had been falling significantly, from 13,7 to only 10,2 reais a liter in the last few months—all due to the absurd new imports from Argentina. Remaining competitive in this environment would be impossible—a dairy bull cost something close to 1 million to “buy,” which meant you’d need to wait more than two decades to start profiting with one, once accounting for feeding and other related costs. Breeding them was not much better, either, as dairy bulls only reached industrial production levels when they were 18 (yes, 18!) years of age, and until then the calves were basically money pits. Besides, dairy bulls were whiny creatures—always complaining that they wanted to drink milk, fuck a hole, run around, have another bull mount them, work out their muscles, play polo, all sorts of things. Costs were immense as every bull had to have their own designated attendant to keep their fur nice and pretty, massage their muscles, and manually (manually!) milk them and comfort their udders and manly parts.

No wonder the Argentinians were undercutting their prices, with the current crisis there and their low labor costs.

Alberto grimaced. He didn’t start a ranch to abuse dairy bulls, but continuing as things were he would go bankrupt. He needed a way out, and one which kept his values intact. He then opened a web page—he had just received an e-mail from the consulting firm he had hired to help him lower his costs and keep his ranch afloat. They were sending a team of three people to assess his methods in the next few days. He sighed—this whole ordeal was costing Alberto quite a lot, but it was his hope that he could then maybe improve milking and caring for his bulls, and thus lower the labor costs and increase profit margins, without harming the bulls or the vaqueiros. The lads might complain, but he knew he needed something like this or soon he’d have to lower the quality of the food, or take some other strategy to lower costs, and that would break his heart. Alberto and Tiago hadn’t started this ranch years back just to turn it into an industrial milking hellhole.

“Maybe I should have listened to my father and sold this ranch when I he left us,” he muttered, annoyed and frustrated. Closing the computer, he took his hat and went outside to massage some massive udders and milk some lads. This he was passionate about: his bulls, their well-being, and their wonderful relationship with the vaqueiros. This, and not money, was the only reason Alberto stayed in this business.

Alberto picked up the consultants in the local airport and then drove them to his ranch. The landscape they drove through to get there was beautiful, and so was the marvelously kept property Alberto ran. He offered the consultants food and after a hearty meal they all went around to inspect the place. The 40 or so bulls that belonged to Alberto’s herd were all in the field, playing polo, running, swimming in the lake, and doing other kind of bull jock things. The view was beautiful in the afternoon, as their massive bodies laid lazily, a couple bulls fucking on the side, and one or two mounting the cows Alberto made available to them.

“You have a wonderful herd, Alberto, your lads are very thick and well kept,” said one of the consultants, as they watched the vaqueiros running around too, some scrubbing the bulls, some massaging their muscles, some ridding them. A few called the muscle hunks into the barn to milk their udders, a few at a time. It was a delightful sight, peaceful and natural.

“I do, but one worker for every bull… it is really too expensive,” responded Alberto, sighing, and the other consultant nodded.

“Indeed. We have an easy suggestion for that. Why not have the dairy bulls tend to one another? That way you could easily reduce your costs. Let them massage and scrub each other, they have human arms and hands, after all,” said the consultant, and Alberto nodded slowly.

“And what about my workers, do I just fire them? That would bankrupt me… besides, the relationship between man and bull… that is one of the reasons we… I started this ranch in the first place,” he said with a sad laugh, as he thought of all the costs that would incur him, not all of which would be financial. Besides, he knew many of his workers depended exclusively on his farm for their families to eat, and he would never betray his vaqueiros.

“Not… necessarily,” said the third consultant, as he smirked, and then the three of them turned to Alberto, who was watching two his bulls fucking with a hardon. Damn, those lads were wonderfully active, and in a normal industrial ranch they’d be kept in tight contrived stalls, with almost no human touch. He could never approve of that—vaqueiros and dairy bulls were meant to be companions.

“We have a collaborator who created a formula, mister Alberto, that can transform a man into a dairy bull. As you know, a dairy bull is extremely expensive to raise, as they are rather rare and consume a lot of food… humans, however, are relatively cheap and abundant. While to buy the right to hire a dairy bull you might well have to pay a million reais or more… a human comes basically for the price of his wages. Therefore, what we propose is that you transform your workers into bulls, double your farm, and with that you’d hugely decrease both your fixed and v,ariable cost per liter of milk,” said the consultant, and Alberto actually gasped in disbelief.

“You are joking with me, aren’t you? A formula that can make a human into a bull?! That is… impossible!” he said turning around abruptly, but the consultants were all serious.

“We aren’t joking, sir,” responded another one.

“This is very serious,” said a second.

“We could start the process as soon as you allow us to,” completed the third, and Alberto bit his lips, observing his lads and his bulls. The bulls were so happy, trotting, their massive cocks bouncing as their udder get filled with milk and bob up and down, same as their delicious human muscles, which were perfectly sweaty and full, slapped by their human cocks. The vaqueiros too were perfectly happy riding, massaging and cleaning their bulls—more than one was jacking their bull right then, in front of everyone, and he seemed to be the happiest one. Something like jacking off their rear cocks was impossible for dairy bulls.

“All right. I only have one condition: I want to go through the process as well,” said the rancher, swallowing dry, after a moment of silence. The consultants smiled widely.

“Perfect, sir. In fact, that is a more than logical choice,” said the first man.

“That is indeed the best way to reduce costs,” agreed the second one, as the small group crossed into the field to go talk to the bulls and their caretakers.

Alberto gathered all his bulls and lads together in a big field and introduced them to the consultants who’d help them improve the ranch. Everyone clapped, as some of the workers rubbed their bulls’ thick muscles, and others just petted their fur, and a few squeezed their massive udders. The vaqueiros weren’t so excited about the prospects of this whole project, fearing they’d have more work at the end of it, or that some would be laid off; but most of the bulls were pretty optimistic, hoping their udders would get milked more often and maybe even get massaged and oiled more—a few of them were even thinking that, perhaps, the consultants would tell Alberto to let them fuck cows more often, which would be good to make new calves as well.

“I just want to start this process by pointing out to everyone that no one’s job is on the line at this stage, and we count on everyone to support our ranch as much as possible,” said Alberto, and the lads looked around and nodded. Some of the bulltaurs had their frontcocks slapping their abs, but this was an issue for another moment—if they absolutely needed, the bulls could just use their sturdy human hands to slowly pet their shafts, as long as they paid attention to mister Alberto’s talk.

“Yes, but some changes will be made,” said the tallest of the consultants, and Alberto cleared his throat.

“Indeed, they will. Our friends here gave me a plan that I did approve, but this one I cannot force you to partake. Basically, their company has developed a technology to transform human lads into dairy bulls,” began Alberto, and of course that caused a sudden gasp in the crowd, as well as shrieks of happiness and a bunch of bull cocks throbbed slapping muscle and udders unconsciously.

“What, how?” asked some whispers here and there, between the bulls and the vaqueiros. Suddenly the attention had scattered, and Alberto had to clap and whistle to make his 80-odd men look at him again.

“Lads, lads and bulls! Please… I am not done,” Alberto chastised them, as the murmuring slowly died down, before he continued, “This technology will be implemented in our ranch and all vaqueiros who want to transition will be allowed to do so, for no extra cost, as long as they sign a long-term contract with the ranch. I, for one, will transition myself,” Alberto announced.

Lads and bulls gasped once again, but he continued as if nothing had been said. “I count on the bulls to help the lads who transition to adapt to their new lifestyle, and I count on our lads to help the ranch go through this difficult time! This is an opportunity for our ranch to come out of this crisis better than ever,” stated Alberto, looking around, and then he lifted his masculine and sweaty sleeveless right arm. “Who will take part in the process?” he asked and, more or less slowly, some arms started being lifted.

“My god, of course I will!” shouted Guilherme, a very muscular and handsome farmhand who jumped on his bull’s chest, whom he had actually been dating. His bull, Sandro, picked him up and the two of them kissed wetly and passionately, as Sandro’s human front cock drooled immensely between them—it would be much easier for the two lovers to be together as bulls than to be vaqueiro and bull. They’d be able to make more love, and love more. They were ecstatic.

“Me too, sir, I have been working with bulls for years and… I’m not saying that their work is easy, but it sure seems they have more joy than us while doing it. Being milked seems to feel… wonderful,” said Pedro, another handsome and a particular tall vaqueiro, while massaging his bull’s udder. “I’ll only miss riding a bull’s muscular back, but I’m sure I will enjoy other forms of riding,” he added with a blushing smile. Pedro’s bull, Emilio, nodded abundantly, glancing down at his caretaker with amazing friendship and even love.

“Don’t worry, Pe, I’ll take care of you as you adapt, just like you take care of me every day. I’ll show you how to take good care of a blue udder and how to empty your rod with a bull friend without resorting to a vaqueiro,” commented Emilio, and several other similar comments and gestures were being made across the crowd, which pleased Alberto. His lads and bulls had a wonderful relationship, of course, and even those who didn’t want to transition were being hugged, petted, and cheered by the other lads and bulls, as everyone knew many of them had always dreamed of having a bull body.

“I wish I could but I can’t, sir… my boys are in college and I can’t have them come back home to see their father as a dairy bull,” said one of the workers, a handsome 36-year-old whose boys were 20 and 18, and whose former wife had died giving birth to the youngest one, way back. He looked sad, but Alberto of course comforted him, as did his bull—a mature massive dairy hunk, who had used his teats to feed many calves and fathered studs all over the country with award-winning cows. He, who could have gone to any ranch in the world, had come to this one not so much for the pay, but for the amazing lifestyle and his relationship with Alberto and Tiago.

“No problem, Inacio, you won’t lose your job due to that. If you decide to become a bull later, we will leave that door open, or… heck, if your boys decide to work with us, the door will be open for them as well. You know we need an agricultural engineer and I see no reason why a bullstud can’t be one,” suggested Alberto to the tearing father, as his bull caressed his fatherly broad shoulders.

“Thank you, sir,” responded Inacio, as the breeding bull Matias rubbed his back up and down more, and then his hands moved around his torso to hug him, and squeeze his pecs.

“Come on, Inacio, you’ll make me tear up as well,” muttered Matias, hugging his old vaqueiro. They had raised their calves and boys together, and been basically a couple for the last 18 years—the only thing missing between them was a ring, as sex and love abounded.

As the reactions continued, however, Alberto counted how many of his farmhands would partake in the change. Out of 42, he counted 35—or, with him, 36. Their ranch’s way of working would have to change completely after they transformed.

The men from the consulting firm took notes on the different workers, the ranch and its infrastructure, and left. They brought back with them a complete dossier which would allow their team to write a detailed transition plan for the whole ranch and also for each individual vaqueiro and vaqueiro-bull pair. Over the weeks, Alberto had many phone and video calls with the consultants, who gave pointers on how to prepare their ranch for the big changes to come: expanding the barn, making new beds for the bulls-to-be, having open dialogues about what being a bull would entail. Every lad was given a chance to change their minds, but they only became more resolute with time, even though they constantly said that they’d miss milking and rubbing udders with their own arms and chest.

A few weeks later, as planned, a whole truck came from the capital, bringing all the infrastructure necessary for the main procedure which would turn the farm around to be implemented. Alberto went to welcome the truck and the personnel sent by the consulting firm at the gates of the farm, basically by himself, as the vaqueiros and bulls were working with getting milked and making cheese to increase the added value of the ranch’s products. The owner of the ranch then greeted the truck driver, as the truck passed by the gates, and waited as the back of the truck was opened, and two thick hunks exited from it.

“Mister Alberto? What a pleasure, I am Miguel and this is Jairo,” said the biggest one of the handsome hunks, his muscle arms contracting as he points at himself and then at his partner. “I am a doctor and he is a veterinarian, and we came to do the transition on your men… and I understand you as well, sir?” asked Miguel, and Alberto nodded.

“Exactly, nice to meet you, and thanks for coming,” said Alberto as he shook the hands of the two masculine specimen. “I thought they’d send a dairy bull as well, or someone who had transitioned, to help us with the adaptation,” Alberto said, glancing inside the truck. Basically, there was a small laboratory in there, but no third member of their crew.

“Yes, sir, Francisco is at the front,” explained Miguel, and the men all turn around and see a massively thick and bulky body coming down from the adapted passenger seat. His frame was muscular and incredibly long—the bull parts were covered in a skirt, but it didn’t go low enough to hide his cock or immense udders and drooling teats; meanwhile, his human parts were hidden by an overly tight shirt, except his mancock, hidden away by a jockstrap tied around his waist, which jutted out of his frame obscenely.

“He was transformed 8 years ago, so he knows exactly what everyone here is going to go through, and will help you along the way,” explained Jairo, as everyone open a space for Francisco to parade his wonderful body between them, his immense bull softness slapping his udder with repeated thuds between his legs. “As for Miguel and me, we don’t have individual experiences with the formula but we have been working with it for five years, so we have seen everything you can imagine, sir. You don’t have to worry, your vaqueiros will be in good hands,” completed the man, now looking at Alberto. Alberto nodded.

“And hooves,” joked Francisco, extending one of his human sturdy hands to shake Alberto’s hand. “I am originally a biochemist, sir, but since I transitioned, I also took a course in psychology to help the new dairy bulls in this… big process. It is easier for lads to transition when they are in a condition like yours, being people who deal with dairy bulls frequently, but it can still take a lot of work to adapt to a new massive and bull-like frame. Can I perhaps see the lads who will do the procedure and the dairy bulls they respectively take care of? I’d like to assess their preparedness for their new situation, and… I am sure you are aware of it, but many couples end up forming between former caretakers and their dairy bulls. I hope this isn’t a problem for you,” explained Francisco, and Alberto nodded.

“No, it isn’t. I have no problem with love of any shape, even when our human helpers fall in love with bulls, I just explain it is harder for them and let them sort it all themselves. They are adults, after all, and we find that love between vaqueiro and bull is often positive for the ranch and for the herd. As long as the farmhands are working hard, and the bulls are making milk and breeding cows to make calves, I am more than happy to see them find love,” said Alberto, and Francisco’s teats clearly drooled milk as his rear bull legs rubbed them, hearing all that. As a city dairy bull, his needs weren’t so perfectly met as that of ranch dairy bulls, and he was constantly finding himself unpleased sexually, as well as overly full of milk, udder-wise. He had never even bred a cow, and he had to actually pay a milklad to come to his apartment milk him twice a week, otherwise relying on a machine to massage and relieve his teats.

The appeal of the rural lifestyle was obvious to him, and being back in the country for this work made his udder tremble as well as his gaping rear hole, and his two ample cocks.

“Hmmm, that’s wonderful, sir. But, I am in need of a good milking, could you please offer someone to help me?” asked Francisco, and Alberto nodded.

“Of course… in fact, I want to show you something. We have been training the bulls to milk each other, so that farm work becomes even more perfectly integrated when everyone transitions. I know you are curious about what I mean with it, so follow me,” suggested Alberto, and the three hunks looked surprised and eyed each other, before following the owner to a brand-new barn he had built. Inside, the men were facing amazing two-stage structures which allowed one bull to come up, while a second stayed at ground level, so one’s teats and udder would be more or less at the level of the other’s hands where you also found a built-in self-draining bucket.

“This is… amazing. Have you used it yet?” asked Miguel, surprised at the ingenuity of these small-town ranchers. Bulls milking bulls: this idea could revolutionize the dairy industry, and soon make dairy bulls totally self-sufficient!

“We have, to help our lads practice. Of course, it’s a shame that dairy bulls can’t crawl under their equals and squeeze their udders, but they can definitely slap each other’s udders, and this solution allows us all to look forward to the day when 36 of our 43 vaqueiros become bulls without any fear of disrupting milk production or losing the human touch in the milking,” explained Alberto. He invited Francisco to go up in the structure, which was an amazing sight to behold, as that massively muscular body went up and up, and now everyone was seeing it from below, completely unhindered by the skirt, which now more framed than hid Francisco’s bull underside.

“Who should milk me?” asked Francisco, unintentionally moving his bull body provokingly, making everyone hard as the udders shook and drooled milk from their heavy teats. Alberto waved his hand though.

“Lucio, he is our youngest dairy bull, only 19. He was a calf with us and so we all are proud of his immense size. You’ll meet his father, Emilio—he is abundantly productive and a world-famous breeder,” said Alberto, his eyes shining with pride as the marvelously handsome teen bull came in trotting, showing his naked perfectly tanned body to all, only drooling seed from his back hole and his front human cock, both at once.

“Yes, mister Alberto? I heard you wanted me at the new barn? Should I be milked already? I was just breeding, haven’t had my teats cleaned yet,” said the handsome and perfect bullteen, as Alberto rubbed his fur, making him purr.

“Three times winner of the fair for his age group,” he boasted to the consultants, who were impressed with the lad. He trotted around pridefully and then gasped seeing the massive bull elevated and drooling milk from his teats. Lucio was almost in horror at the sight of those clearly uncomfortable and swollen teats.

“No, Lucio, I called you to practice milking. Remember how we talked about how most of the vaqueiros will become bulls and you’ll have to milk each other? Show these men from the big city how good you are at milking, and that your mouth still knows how to suckle a teat with mighty hunger,” said Alberto.

Lucio moved his rear legs, his massive udder swaying around, his rear cock slapping it, and his teen teats drooling milk. He slowly approached Francisco, but from below.

“From the city? Are these the consultants?” asked the wonderfully handsome lad as he licked his lips and observed Miguel and Jairo, receiving affirmative nods. He then turned to Francisco. “So this massive bull wasn’t born a bull, but transformed? Wow! This process is really wonderful… he didn’t turn into a lesser bull either, he is magnificent,” Lucio praised and gasped in shock, as his sturdy jock hands enveloped two of Francisco’s massive teats and he started milking them—no one was better at milking than an expert dairy bull, who knew exactly how to please drooling teats, pulling, stretching and squeezing, hard and then slow, making Francisco pant and gasp as amazing amounts of warm milk squirted from his body and rained on the bucket.

“Oh… my… fuck… I’m sure you’ll milk me drier than ever, lad!” commented Francisco as his cocks start hardening. The back one, Alberto tied to Francisco’s own leg so as not to contaminate the milk or hurt someone, and so it was hardening straight down in an uncomfortable angle, constricted, drooling pre like a faucet. The front cock, meanwhile, just slipped out of the jock-pouch as it trembled, until Francisco rearranged it and rubbed it with his palm.

“Thanks!” said Lucio, and then he turned to Alberto. “Sir, I’ve been talking to my boyfriend Artur,” mentioned the handsome stud bull, referring to his father’s caretaker’s older son, who was studying away. “And he says he definitely wants to transform. I want him to transform too, to be able to fuck me for real… so we… we become a bull couple. I promise to breed 10 cows if you let him. Daddy and his dad have allowed it already,” added Lucio, and Alberto just shrugged.

“If what is all true, Lucio, I’d not prevent him from changing even if you didn’t offer breeding 10 cows,” said Alberto, and the teen got so happy hearing it that his human cock slapped his abs, his rear cock slapped his udder, and his lips open swallowing and drinking and suckling from a third of Francisco’s teats, as two other teats were milked by hand. That suckling and milking finally drive the big city bullman mad—he had never fed a bull before, much less a hungry, majestic and tireless ladbull like Lucio. He just came then from both his cocks, and then his teats all squirted milk abundantly, although Lucio knew that didn’t mean Francisco was dry and so he continued milking and suckling the raw teats until they were not giving milk anymore, and Fransisco was panting, and almost hurting in his udder, covered in delightful sweat.

“F…damn! I’ve never been so thoroughly milked… my udder is so empty… mister Alberto… if this is how every one of your bulls’ milks teats, then your productivity will not even dent with the transition!” praised Francisco, before he lowered his body from the platform, covered in sweat and drooling seed from his two cocks, and dripping the life seed from his muscles. Alberto laughed and slapped the bull’s rear.

“I am confident about it too… and you haven’t even seen how well my bulls can mount one another!” bragged Alberto, and then they all heard a loud thud. It was Lucio’s teen cocks slapping his udders and abs.

“Do you want me to show, sir?!” the marvelous teen stud proposed, but although Francisco grunted, they had to leave that for later, and his bull hole had to continue empty for now.

Miguel and Jairo worked for a few days preparing specific doses for each one of the vaqueiros at the farm, and talking to them as well as the bulls about the whole process, so everyone was on the same understanding about what would follow. When the time came, they were all gathered once again at the old barn, for the first step in the process. There were 37 men who would be changed—35 of the 42 workers plus Alberto and Artur, who was right now mounting his beloved Lucio, nibbling on his ear, both of them extra-excited, naked and hard.

“The process will take, all in all, two weeks. Today we will inject each one of you with a little biological sticker, which will slowly be absorbed by your body over these two weeks. We will also give you extra doses every day to complement the transformation, so we are more in control during the whole process,” explained Miguel, as he put on white gloves.

“As we already explained, what you will be going through in the next weeks is very simple. First, you’ll feel very hungry, and that’s normal—the heaviest of you is only 120 kilograms, but the lightest dairy bull is unlikely to weigh less than half a ton, and thus you’ll need to eat a lot during the process, and drink a lot of water as well. Secondly, you’ll gain amazing muscles, especially the younger of you lot—as you probably know, even the human part of the body of dairy bulls is fantastically thicker and better built than those of normal humans, so it’s not like there will be no changes in your upper bodies either. Thirdly, your lower body will completely mutate. Your current cocks will remain, and they will become your forepenis, but your legs will separate, multiply, and everything from your ass to your feet will be tingly and transforming during these fourteen days. It will be highly erotic, but do not worry much about it, your bodies will be growing your new rearcocks, udders and balls, as well as a completely changing your lower half, so a high degree of constant stimulation is to be expected,” explained Jairo, also putting on gloves.

“All I can say is that it is going to be exciting, definitely for us, but especially for you guys,” added a smiling Francisco, his own excited cocks clearly hard, although his udder was dry and perfectly milked. “I hope the bulls will help the humans going through the process… it takes a lot of practice to adapt to being a dairy bull, even for those who have lived with them for a long while,” he said, and the bulls all whisper in agreement, of course. Lucio and Artur kiss, for example, their hearts trembling with happiness and high expectations; Sandro massaged muscular Guilherme’s nervous shoulders; and so on. So many of the other guys were celebrating it physically that Alberto noticed there were more couples in his ranch than he had ever realized.

“Okay… so let’s start,” said Miguel, and then he and Jairo invited the men one by one to lay on two beds they had set up in the barn. Those were special beds, though, as they were designed with a hole in the middle, so that a man’s cock was swaying down, and they also had two handles in the rear that forced men’s legs to spread apart and open up real nice once they stretched while laying down.

One by one the men—hunks, really—laid on the beds, and had their holes investigated either by Miguel or by Jairo. The two thick and muscular professionals slid their fingers inside the holes and stretched them, and then when they felt the holes were comfortably relaxed, they started sliding a long, long tubular tool which reached deep inside the men, and attached the sticker way past where a normal cock could reach, as to make sure it wouldn’t move. They then cleaned their tools perfectly, changed gloves, and repeated the procedure with another vaqueiro, and as such they were all exposed and treated in such a manner in front of the whole staff and herd, who observed with high expectations.

“Ready, mister Alberto?” asked Miguel, as he patted the bed in front of him. Alberto had been the last one—not because he wanted the privilege, but because he saw how excited his men were and wanted them to go first. Alberto was himself rather young for a rancher, at only 33, and amazingly muscular from all his work on the farm ever since youth. He had been raised milking, fucking, and riding dairy bulls. Now he would become one of them as well.

“Sir?” he was asked by Jairo, who noticed Alberto shedding a few tears. “We can do it later if you want to, privately,” continued the consultant, but Alberto shook his head. All those feelings were because he remembered his former bull love. They had created this ranch together, but he died in a transit accident five years before—he would have loved it if he knew Alberto could become a bull, and mount him. But he died too soon—the feelings were overwhelming.

“No… let’s get on with it,” said Alberto, not afraid of showing his marvelous body to his workers. He undressed and showed his long fat cock, as well as his thick and proud muscles which could tackle a bull, and often did, and then walked onto the bed. Some of the older farmhands and bulls knew of his story, but most of the recent hires did not. The ranch had started really small, and had grown much since five years back—Alberto really had become a workaholic after losing Tiago. That’s why, even as his hole was touched for the first time in five years, Alberto’s magnificently long manhood didn’t tremble.

“Just a second, now,” said Miguel, as he at first stretched Alberto nicely, before forcing the tool in. Alberto resisted stoically, but his cock was starting to drool, swaying through the hole in the bed, but not hardening. The men watching were impressed by his self-control, as soon the long machine was pulled out of Alberto, and he left the bed.

“Easy,” he said, but older bulls and helpers like Matias and Inacio came to hug Alberto. Lucio and Artur knew what this was all about, but they didn’t feel close enough to the owner to partake in that moment. They did go to him later, though, to hear stories about what it was like being a bulltaur-human couple back when they were young, and in farms less friendly than this one. It was something fun for them to hear over dinner, although it was hard for them to believe things had really been that hard only 10 or 15 years ago, when Alberto and Fernando were the same age as their handsome and youthful selves. Even marriage between bulls and humans had been illegal, back then—and because of that, Alberto and Fernando were never truly united to the law, only to the immense meadows of their farm and to the vaqueiros and bulls who knew them.

The bodies of the vaqueiros changed over the following days, quickly, but under the watchful control of Miguel and Jairo. Alberto had feared the production of milk would decrease as the bulls took care of the transforming lads and invariably fed them from their teats, and that as the food cost progressively rose with the growing vaqueiros, that the ranch would run in the red that month, but things weren’t quite so dire—in fact, the scent of the transforming lads seemed to make the dairy bulls more productive, and thus the accounts were closing (if only slightly) in the blue.

“I am still hungry!” protested Artur, as he swallowed more and more of the food Lucio was bringing him from the kitchen with his big hands and even carrying some on his immense torso. The growing lad was panting as he ate so much that he could hardly find time to breathe—his body was transforming so quickly, it all seemed to tremble and expand like balls when you can’t cum. Artur was feeling horny, hungry, and also very sensitive. His upper body’s muscles had ballooned immensely, to the point that in that he was already bigger than his lover, but his lower body had just started developing fur and elongating—and apparently the first organ Artur developed down there was a stomach.

“I know, handsome, here is more food for you… and if you need more you can also suck from my teats,” said Lucio, kissing his boyfriend’s chest as he put down two new massive trays of food in front of Artur. Lucio petted Artur’s hungry head then, and his grateful boyfriend stopped eating just for a second to kiss him.

“Sorry that I am grumpy, I really appreciate how well you take care of me,” said Arthur, his face covered in food, almost grunting, before starting to eat again. Lucio kissed Artur’s growing chest, and then his thickening pecs, which were already bigger than his own. His ladlips then moved down to Artur’s majestic front cock, as that was still the only one that hungry hunk had, although that didn’t mean the beautiful member was imperfect—Artur was now gigantic in his front for a dairy full, just like before he had been for a human.

“No problem, Ar, I know you are all hungry and horny… that’s why I’m offering you my teats. I make good milk, and it is all yours, every last drop! But if you prefer, I can give you head or eat your ass as you devour more food, I only want to make you comfortable,” said Lucio as he kissed the tip of Artur’s oversensitive cock, and then let his tongue swirl around it, polishing the overly sensitive technically newly expanded member. If a normal glans would easily flood Artur with pleasure as it was polished by a handsome lad like Lucio, imagine a newly formed sensitive and raw cockhead, which was basically virginal insofar as most of that was new skin.

Helpless by the surge of pleasure forced upon him by his boyfriend, Artur grunted, and slowly put down some of his food. His transformed frontcock trembled, as Lucio’s lips surrounded it now, and then enveloped and engulfed and swallowed it. Artur grunted, as Lucio’s majestic mouth was invaded with his cock, which then pushed against his throat, which bulged and welcomed cockhead and shaft as Artur’s member traveled deeper and deeper inside Lucio’s hungry body. Feeling this, and sensing Lucio’s hunger, Artur moved his head down, panting, and grabbed his beloved’s udder, slowly opening his lips and kissing it, looking for one of Lucio’s majestic teats, which drooled for him.

“You want to suck me, ye? And feed your growing boyfriend, huh? I can see that what you want is for me to grow from your milk… you should ask me to suckle you, I know that’s what you want. You want me to suck from your four fat bull teats as you suck from my monocock,” provoked Artur, and Lucio moaned deeply, loving what he heard, as his front and rear cocks throbbed, slapping his abs and his udder, respectively. He loved all of this—he loved Artur drinking from his teats, and growing as he did. He loved sucking Artur and was delighted by drinking his seed from his single towering cock—not that it would be singer for much longer!

Lucio grunted affirmatively as he started sucking up and down on Artur’s cock, and Artur, knowing his beloved well, moved his head back and wrapped one of the fat low-hanging teats with his lips, and started suckling on it abundantly. As hard as Artur suckled, Lucio sucked on Artur’s cock, and as the fat teat squirted milk, milk so did fat and thick member invading Lucio’s throat throb and drool with delicious human pre. Lucio’s horny udder was so productive that Artur couldn’t even swallow it of its milk, with a fair amount dribbling over his chin; similarly, Artur’s now gigantic cock and balls drooled too much even for hungry Lucio, who was drooling a mix of spit and cum down the immense member he was swallowing up and down his human torso.

“Ahhh, good, fucking good, Artur… feed on my teats and grow your bull body… which will… fuck me… god! You’ll be a wonderful bull!” grunted Lucio as his boyfriend fed on his ultra-healthy milk, himself between sucking and kissing Artur’s cock. It didn’t take long after that for both lads to explode = and what a crazy massive milky explosion it was!—but Artur continued sucking from Lucio’s teats regardless, one after the other, until he had a thick gut in his belly, which his body slowly digested and turned into more nutrients for his continued transformation.

Guilherme, the hunkiest of all the vaqueiros, had long been sleeping with his boyfriend Sandro, a handsome and bulky dairy bull. The two were known as the ranch’s biggest and most masculine couple, which they were both due to Sandro’s immensely hunkish dairy bull body, and due to Guilherme’s human frame, which was like that of a gladiator from classical times, but handsomer. Guilherme was indeed so big and bulky that he would sometimes even struggle with Sandro in their foreplay, forcing his massive lover down with his arms—imagine that, a man who could handle a dairy bull, even if a willing one, was something extraordinary!

Guilherme’s transformation, on the other hand, had gone quietly up until now—he ate and ate and ate, as his body got warmer and warmer, and his torso got longer, broader, and thicker with muscle, and not much else happened. This made Guilherme horny, and demanded many massages from Sandro, as well as all sorts of strategies to get the fattening hunk off, but compared to the other vaqueiros Guilherme’s situation hadn’t been too hard to deal with. The thing was that Guilherme’s lower body, though, had seldom changed—except for an amazing fattening and lengthening, it had gained no semblance of a taurine form.

“Do you think I might become a massive bowling pin instead of a dairy bull?” joked Guilherme, laying with Sandro, who massaged his overly fat legs. By now, Guilherme couldn’t even move his lower body anymore, because it was weighing a whole 1.8 tons, which was well over two-thirds of his total body weight and almost 75% as heavy as his dairy bull boyfriend. At least a ton of fat, too, all around his human-shaped lower body, which looked completely disformed with all that overgrown meaty skin hanging all over. It was so much fat and meat that it even hurt, and so Sandro had to constantly massage and oil Guilherme. What truly worried the couple, though, was that Miguel and Jairo also seemed confused about this state of affairs, particularly because taurine changes were nowhere to be seen—even Guilherme fur hadn’t developed yet.

“Ridiculous,” accused Sandro, as he massaged Guilherme’s oversensitive legs with his burly hands and spread oil on each crack of his fat body. He knew that soon enough his boyfriend wouldn’t have those anymore and Sandro admitted he’d miss them, in a way. Not enough to wish them instead of a bull Guilherme, though. “You remember what they said, the timeline varies from person to person; you are just an exceptional case. All this mass you are gaining won’t simply evaporate, it will go to your transformation… it will just… happen more suddenly,” Sandro said, repeating Miguel’s usual message, as he massaged those massive appendages at the end of Guilherme’s legs that the overly fat lad could hardly move anymore—even his toes seemed engorged.

“Hmm, maybe, but you did see Artur running outside in the fields with Lucio. He has almost completely changed already. And then there are Fabricio, Felipe, Diego; they haven’t completely changed but they already have two cocks, fur, two legs. Nobody is quite as late as me, even Evandro has already grown fur, at least…” protests moaning Guilherme, as his growing cock trembles and drools under all that massive fatness, squeezed by his added weight, unable to move but horny still. “And… hrrr, we can’t even access my cock anymore!” he grumbles, and Sandro has to nod. Not having access to his boyfriend’s enormous dick since he started ballooning in fat, for a whole week now, had been hard. Thankfully Guilherme did like bottoming.

“It is temporary, love, we just need to wait and surely you’ll start to…” replied Sandro, before he was quickly interrupted by a sharp cry coming from his handsome boyfriend. Guilherme’s body was getting progressively warmer, and also sweatier. His muscles were all trembling, and he grunted, clearly bothered.

“I know its temporary but… Hrr, fuck, San… fuuuuuck, San, I feel hot… oh, fuck, I think this is it…Ahh! Ahhhhh, Saaaaaan!” cried and trembled the gigantic and powerful Guilherme, now sounding completely out of control, leaving his boyfriend in gasping helplessness, lifting his one bullish two-and-then-some tons of meat to go run after some assistance. Meanwhile, Guilherme trembled, his upper body felt mostly all right, but his gigantically fat lower body seemed to melt under his skin, and in doing so produced enormous trembling and abundant heat. His newfound fatness was shaking, boiling under his skin, and his bones were being stretched horribly, to the point of snapping and cracking, pulled in different directions by his growing muscles. “Ghahhhhh!!” he cried as his body all sweated and trembled and his eyes rolled, inundated by a myriad of sensations that should have overwhelmed a human brain. Guilherme’s mind was shutting down of pain and pleasure, both flooding him superbly, as his cock was rising and fattening under all that trembling meat.

“Fuck, fuck!” cursed Sandro, leaving their room and moving his amazingly big body with such speed and grace that it showed how beautifully powerful and noble dairy bulls truly could be—no wonder, in the days of the past, they were oftentimes nobles, and members of powerful armies, besides being paraded in marches. They were lovely creatures and one could see that in Sandro now, his udder and cocks swaying around doing nothing to decrease the wonderfulness of his jumps, as he went to find Miguel and Jairo.

While Sandro looked for help, Guilherme’s whole body shook and he finally drooled amazingly from his mouth, some of his spit almost seeming to boil from his heat. His gigantic cock orgasmed under his fatness, damping him in an amazing amount of juicy Guilherme seed, as the thickening member slowly divided in two, as did his gigantic ballsack down under. Guilherme’s newfound twin cocks did not stay the same for very long, as one trembled and fattened and rose again, but remained human, while another one started moving backward in his immense and lengthening body, changing slowly and becoming more and more bull-like—also hard, also drooling, but looking more and more different with each passing second.

That invisible change, under Guilherme’s fat, announced how sudden and quickly his whole body would change.

Guilherme could only drool and gasp and cry and tear as his lower body was completely rearranged—he didn’t fully perceive what was going on, as his mind entered a state of delirium with the number of conflicting sensations. He could only vaguely feel what was going on. He felt his tendons break his bones as his legs parted from two into four; he felt his toes melting into hooves, as his fatness there evaporated in heat, being absorbed by other parts of his body, which progressively transformed. As soon as his two pairs of bull-like legs were formed and moving away from one another, a bag of meat in between his cocks started sagging, forming a growing udder. Four small pimples appeared around the voluptuous meaty sack, and thickened, reddened, lengthened, fattened and wettened, gaining an amazing size and color as gigantic drooling bull teats.

“S…Sandrahhhhooo!” cried Guilherme, now halfway between a dairy bull and a massive muscle hunk. A confused, orgasmic, and sweaty halfway.

Slowly, but surely, Guilherme’s skin gained the harshness of handsome white fur, and his bones rearranged his insides increasing the volume of his bull chest, which slowly gained its characteristic shape and was filled with reforming organs. Guilherme’s legs were squeezed to the sides of his growing frame, trembling uncomfortably, as his fattening udder was completely compacted by his growing bull body, as were his massive rear cock and balls. Only Guilherme’s human half—trembling and sweaty as it was—was not contorting under its skin, feeling raw to the touch like the head of a throbbing cock. The rest of his frame was literally virginal skin—virginal to sex, and virginal even to the touch.

As that happened, Sandro, Francisco and Miguel appeared at the door of the room where Guilherme was changing—Sandro first, jumping on his lover, and grabbing his hand to comfort him. Then the two consultants, one riding the other for greater speed. Miguel quickly dismounted from Francisco’s bull back, though, and started examining Guilherme.

“He wasn’t like this when I left… he is changing completely… and his skin is boiling hot! What is going on, doctor?!” asked a surprised and scared Sandro, now fearful for his boyfriend’s safety. Miguel inspected Guilherme swiftly, first touching his limps to find them incredibly hot and also amazingly fully formed—albeit still growing. Guilherme’s teats were even drooling milk! The only reason why they didn’t get wet was that high body temperature was making all the milk evaporate. As soon as he noted that, Miguel then moved to inspect Guilherme’s ass. He had to slide his arm completely inside Guilherme’s body, penetrating his virginal taurine hole, to find his insides perfectly taurine to his amazing surprise. Even his taurine pleasure gland was there, trembling deliciously to Miguel’s touch.

“He is almost fully formed… this is rare. His body accumulated energy and then released it all at once… he… he needs water! We don’t want to dehydrate from overheating,” diagnosed Miguel, as he pulled his whole arm from the new and thus perfectly clean hole. Sandro stood up, about to run to pick as much water as he could, but then Miguel saw the dairy bull’s majestic udder tremble, and stopped him. “No! Milk, milk is more nutritious, and we have plenty of it here! Let him drink from your teats, and you too, Francisco, let him drink all he needs!” urged Miguel, as he moved about only to help trembling and transforming Guilherme’s limbs into a better position.

Francisco stood back, a bit in shock at the order, but Sandro took a quick step and immediately placed his massive body, and particularly his fat udder, above his beloved’s fully formed human half. Lowering his udder on Guilherme’s frame made Sandro really feel in his sensitive organ how hot Guilherme’s trembling body was.

“Come on, Gui, drink from me, you know you want it! And you need it too!” pleaded Sandro as he swayed his lower body, making his udder rub left and right on Guilherme’s confused face and chest, which was in and out of a feverish delirium. Guilherme could hear Sandro’s voice though, and feel the weight of his boyfriend’s udder on his face. He was used to its milky smell, the smell of love and Sandro, and, grunting, Guilherme managed to grab one of Sandro’s teats, and bring his mouth to eat from it.

“Ah, ahhh! Ugghhh, yea, suckle from me as much as you need!” shrieked Sandro, as Guilherme almost bit his teat, and suckled from it with a delight and need that Sandro had never felt before. Milk flew though his teats, as Guilherme suckled each of them dry. In that feverish hunger it could almost seem like Guilherme wasn’t getting better, but he was slowly recovering, and the temperature of his body against Sandro’s udder decreased significantly, as the trembling of his skin and muscles diminished as well. Guilherme’s body continued working hard to bullify his whole self, and convert all that rich milk into extra mass, but at least the hunk was recovering consciousness and seemed to be significantly less in pain.

“Hmm, hmm, more… more milk,” he grumbled as Sandro’s last teat went dry. Sandro smiles happy that his boyfriend was talking, and moves his body away to allow Francisco to feed Guilherme now. He hugs Guilherme, though, tearing up.

“I was so afraid for a second there, but you look so hot now… and I don’t mean only your fever!” said Sandro, hugging sweaty Guilherme’s upper body with his own, as he notices that, for the first time ever, his boyfriend was clearly larger than him absolutely everywhere—from his lips, chest and arms, including in his cocks and in his gigantic udder. God, Guilherme would be a superb dairy bull! He wanted that man to make hundreds of calves, and raise them together in a herd.

Guilherme laughed as his lips suckled dry on the air, just out of reflex, before his lips found Francisco’s teats above them, and kissed and swallowed one of the milky limbs. Francisco’s milk was fat and rich (although not as delicious as Sandro’s). As he didn’t stop sucking to respond, some of it ran over Guilherme’s face, as he answered.

“I am glad you like my new… hrrr… body. I feared you’d find dairy bull me less hot than human me, sometimes,” grunted Guilherme. His body slowly stopped trembling, but continued to fatten in muscle and sexual parts. Sandro laughed at the stupidity of that insecurity, rubbing his front cock against his boyfriend’s large front rod.

“Let’s see about how sexy I find you when you are fully transformed and you mount me for the first time…” said Sandro, as Miguel managed to pull out Guilherme’s cock from under his two-and-a-half tons of bull muscle, and more or less measure it. He laughed.

“Easily two meters ten, Sandro. You’ll have quite something to deal with. Guilherme is easily one of the top ten transformed dairy bulls I’ve ever seen,” he comments, slapping Guilherme’s massive udder. Miguel couldn’t weight or milk it now, but his expertise told him that was also a record-setting organ—it was just gigantic, pink, and trembling with milk production. Although Guilherme’s size was impressive, it wasn’t all that surprise when you considered what he had looked like as a human.

Sandro laughed.

“Always keen to be the biggest around,” he said kindly, kissing Guilherme’s chest as the transforming hunk sucked on Francisco’s teats, but looked down towards his love with kindness, and lowered his hands to massage his hair, as if thanking him for all he had been doing taking care of his transforming self. Guilherme and Sandro rubbed their forecocks together between their human parts, as Miguel stood up and left, covered now in sweat and cock juices, and some milk, probably, as well.

“Call me if he starts trembling again, but I think the core of the transformation has passed. Now he will eat and fatten, and probably grow somewhat more, but over time. I’ll be tending to the other new bulls,” he advised and left the boyfriends alone—or at least alone with awkward Francisco, who was being suckled from so thoroughly he was erect off and on, and drooling abundantly from his slits down on the horny couple.

As he found himself in the hallways, Miguel laughed—Guilherme was one of these rare cases of rushed transformation, while most changed slowly and more uniformly during the whole process. Although a rushed transformation was surely messier and generally more painful, was hot seeing it happen with his own eyes—no wonder Miguel had naturally just orgasmed while investigating Guilherme’s insides, as the newly bull-ed vaqueiro’s rearcock rubbed against his own smaller human member. That orgasm came just naturally, “and professionally!” Miguel thought.

Later tonight he’d have to get a more personal orgasm with Jairo, as he told him all about Guilherme’s case.

After thirteen days, most men were almost fully transformed, in all essential ways—their bull body had been formed, including udders and rearcocks, fur and hooves. That included Alberto, whose body changed slowly and more or less comfortably, most of the time while he rested, tended by the six vaqueiros who had not undergone the transition, and their bulls, including Matias and Inacio. The two of them were in Alberto’s room as Jairo entered to apply the final injection—Matias had his rear cock penetrating, moving in and out, of Alberto’s otherwise virginal bullhole; while Inacio masterfully milked the fully formed udders and teats crowning Alberto’s new body.

“160 liters, Alberto! You should be proud!” enthused Inacio, as Jairo crossed the door and they all glanced towards him.

“Ah, do you want me to come back later?” asked Jairo, seeing as the owner of the ranch was being pounded by a mighty bull as well as milked, and grunting slightly from the slapping of his rear by those powerful bull balls.

“No… I… hrrrr… just wanted to know what it feels like… I was never… fucked by a bull, or as a bull… before…” moaned grunting Alberto, as he also jacked his front cock. His body trembled, but it was in bliss, and not in transformation.

“And as for me… I think I’m done for now. His udder is basically dry,” said Inacio, pulling the bucket of milk to the side, and slapping Alberto’s udder comfortably to massage its sore dryness, as he knew bulls liked.

“All right, then… but I’ll need you two to stop fucking, so I can apply the final injection. Then you can resume,” said Jairo, entering in the room, and Matias quickly pulled out of his boss’s now gaping hole. His massive newly freed cock slapped Matias’s udders with a wet juicy thud, as the magnificent daddy bull moved to the sides.

“As you wish, doc,” said Matias, grunting as he sported his two massive erections. He, obviously, couldn’t touch his larger one very easily, but an old bull like him has his tricks. “I’ll teach you something useful Alberto. Tiago and I did this a lot when he couldn’t ride another bull,” he informs, and then he proceeded to lift his front bull legs and support them on one of the walls, and then, lowering his torso forwards between his bull legs, he managed to wrap his glans with his muscle arms and even kiss and suck on his own slit, and then around it, more and more of the bullcock being licked and kissed.

“Amazing,” appreciated Alberto, as Jairo stared surprised at that sensational and original self-sucking position, while he cleaned Alberto’s bull ass cheeks with alcohol.

“Can I continue massaging his udder?” asked Inacio, paying no mind to amazing Matias, as if a bull lifting his 2-something tons of muscles to self-suck and masturbate against a wall was a normal occurrence. Jairo, on the contrary, didn’t even stop looking at Matias to reply, and just nodded, as the massive daddy bull started moaning around his bullhood—his human cock throbbing up and down while he did it.

“That’s fine… it’s just a little pinch,” he said, and quickly enough Alberto was injected with the final dose, and Jairo slapped his buns. “There, sir, congratulations. In 24 hours, the process will be officially done. You are a dairy bull now,” said Jairo, and Alberto moaned, watching Matias suck his rearcock as he jacked his own forecock.

“Amazing,” he repeats, more about Matias than about himself. He trembles trying to move his massive mass, and slowly gets his bullish frame to stand up. It was still hard for Alberto to balance his newly grown size, but he manages to trot behind Matias. “Mind if I mount you, Matias…? It’s my first time as a bull, and you are an old friend of mine, and… you and Tiago mounted a lot as ladbulls,” Alberto said, his taurine cock slapping his udder. Matias pulls his lips from around his cock and grunted.

“I’d be honored, boss,” he said, and then started sucking himself again. Inacio, seeing all that, kneels under Alberto and massages his cock.

“Here, I know you are new at this, so let me help you aim…” said the vaqueiro, grabbing the majestic drooling member and pointing it to Matias’s hole. Alberto smiled—a vaqueiro helping him handle his cock and body, who would have ever imagined that? But he was a dairy bull now, so it should be natural.

“Thanks,” Alberto told Inacio as he moved forward and started mounting Matias, as Inacio made sure that the taurine cock slid against, through, and then inside the respective taurine hole. It was all so perfectly natural that the three men were even surprised—taurine cock in taurine hole, helped by sturdy manly hands which then move to rub taurine udders. They had been doing it for their whole lives; only Alberto’s position had changed, and there was nothing wrong or weird with that. He had crossed a gate, and was now on the other side. It was only natural.

Soon, as the pounding picks up, Matias was mooing and grunting, sucking himself as Alberto fucks him frenetically with his 1.5-meter-long cock and his 2.1 tons of muscles. The sound of balls and udders slapping dominated the room, as milk drooled from the 8 collective teats belonging to Alberto and Matias, until they both orgasmed, painting the wall in white, and filling Matias’s insides with warm virginal taurine cum.

“Boss, you were amazing,” said a panting Matias as he lowered himself from the wall—his cock now slapped his legs drooling a lot of cum, even as Alberto remained inside and mounting him. “One would never guess you weren’t born a dairy bull,” he commented, and Alberto tears up.

“No, this is all thanks to Jairo and Miguel,” he said, panting, before sliding out of Matias, with Inacio moving to lick the two drooling cocks clean. Matias’s gaping hole drooled too, with abundant taurine seed running down his massive balls until it dribbled on the floor.

“Not at all, we are just facilitators. We come with recommendations, but all changes are thanks to the strong commitment from the partners, in this case, the bulls and the vaqueiros,” Jairo observed with a deep fondness and almost surprise at how attached he was getting to these customers. Usually, people hiring their services just wanted to kidnap lads and make them into bulls unwillingly. It was rare to see this perfect synergy between taurine and human creatures and their needs, between bois and boys, so to speak. No doubt, even with their new forms, those connections would not be lost, but only strengthened.

And, given how much milk each of the dairy bulls was now making daily, surely next month the accounting books would look wonderful too!

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