Lunch time through to dinner time

(No sex in this chapter... just story)

When your mother enters the Big Barn you're admittedly a little disappointed that she's fully clothed. The thrill of standing in front of her completely naked manages to compensate for that.

"My my you've worked up quite a sweat," she says, handing you a towel as she walks up to you. You wipe your drenched brow with a thankful smile. Still at a half-chub and noticing her gaze on your cock it starts to become full again. She doesn't take her eyes off of it as she gives a towel to each of your approaching sisters. "Let's go back to the house for some lunch."

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You have a pair of shorts on now because it felt a little strange to walk around the house completely naked. Your sisters are also clothed again in short shorts and loose tank tops that barely keep their shapely boobs hidden. It's hard not to stare as you chew on your cucumber sandwich.

"So how was it?" your mother asks the table at large as she places a tall glass of milk in front of each of her children. Now that you know exactly where it comes from you find your mouth watering and a **** for a drink. "Thirsty work I see," says your mother, watching you gulp down the sweet liquid. You wipe off your milk moustache sheepishly and take another bite of your sandwich.

"It's a little surreal," you respond finally, vivid images of the what happened in the barn this morning flashing through your memory.

"Yeah," agrees your younger sister with a nod. "Is it... like that everyday?"

"Pretty much," your older sister says, her arms folded in front of her. She's resting her tits on them, squeezing excessive sideboob out of her tanktop distractingly. Catching your stare she smiles and you wrinkle your nose at her. You wonder why almost seeing her nipples is such a turn on when you already saw so much more of her in the barn.

"There are lots of jobs to be done over the week," says your mother as she pulls up a chair. She starts counting off a list on her fingers. "Milking all the cows, gathering the eggs, shearing the sheep, tending to the pigs and horses... etcetera." You start picturing all of the morphed animals that live on the farm, including the ones your mother hasn't mentioned, and almost **** on your lunch. "A lot of them need taking care of in the Big Barn," she continues. "It's good you two can finally help."

"I can't fucking wait," Jenny blurts, obviously as excited by her own imagination as you are with yours.

"Well you'll have to wait until tomorrow," Betty says in a sing song tone. You and your sister exchange a puzzled look.

"Huh?" comes from both of you.

Your mother reaches over to grab your arm in a reassuring way.

"Well we still need some of the field work done," she says. It's like you and your sister forgot that this was actually a real farm.

"Really?" you say, heart dropping. "But... it's our birthday."

"And this morning was your present," replies your mother sweetly. "Don't worry, we'll figure out a schedule during the week."

"You can pass a lot of the work to the dogs anyway," Betty chimes in. "It's what I did. And they're they're happy to do it. I'm basically in the Big Barn all year since there's so much work to do in there."

"Well that just means you'll need to service the dogs more too," your mother says.

"And I am happy to do that," your older sister responds, smiling devilishly.

It's a lot of information to take in but you think you understand how this will all work out. You're excited by the idea... farm work has never sounded more fun. The rest of the lunch conversation is less focused on said farm work though, even as your father returns to get his meal.

Once that wraps up you and your sister do go off to do your more regular chores, which include feeding and watering the pre-morphed animals and mending a few fence posts. As the day rolls on and the sun begins to get low you look over to the Big Barn, leaning on a hoe you have stuck in the dirt.

A long shadow suddenly looms over you and you turn to see a monstrous beast covered in dark hair standing head and shoulders above you, massive horns pointed high. The big metal ring hanging from its flared nostrils clinks as the beast snorts.

"Oh, hey Bruce," you say casually, shifting your attention back to the distant barn.

"Happy birthday, Master Jon," booms the muscular bull in a deep but friendly voice. Bruce is one of the few bulls on the farm and like all of the animals living here you've practically known them all of their lives. Even though you had a hand in raising Bruce he tends to address you as if he's your butler. He follows your gaze and scratches his wide neck in thought. "Today you and Jenny are let into the Big Barn aren't you? Why are you out here tilling the rose truffle garden?" Bruce sounds like he knows what he would rather be doing. Your sigh is tinged with longing.

"Yeah I was there this morning," you say dreamily. "But there's still other farm work that needs doing right?"

"Ah I see," nods Bruce, crossing his thick arms over his huge chest. Morphed male bulls are indeed imposing figures of ridiculous masculinity, built in an ostensibly attractive shape if you were into that sort of thing. His penis hung down between his legs absurdly, a foot long while flaccid, but you had gotten used to animal 'nudity' a long time ago so it wasn't exactly a shocking sight. "I can till this land for you now, Master Jon," he says, grabbing the hoe from you. He then bends down to pick up a pitchfork from the ground and swings it onto his shoulder. "And your other manual tasks."

His offer sounds good and you nod. Seeing his rippling muscles beneath his dark, almost black fur, you show a little worry on your face which he notices.

"Well the truffle garden is a little delicate," you say, looking down at the soft loamy soil around you. Realising how huge he is Bruce nods and takes a step backwards, almost embarrassed. "But sure, if you can help me out on some of the other stuff that would be much appreciated."

Feeling useful again his grin sparkles as the sun starts to set behind him.

"No Master Jon, the appreciation comes from me and my kind," he places a big hand on your shoulder, "to your hard working and generous family." Before you can really respond to that you hear the familiar ringing of a bell in the distance. "Ah that is your dinner call," says the bull knowingly, releasing you from his heavy grip. "Rest well tonight. I will gather the others who are not working in the Big Barn tomorrow to sort out passing on the rest of your field tasks." You did always like Bruce.

With that seemingly settled you head back towards the house feeling a little less sore than you did just a few minutes ago.