Big Changes

Tom groaned and stretched his arms and legs as he woke up from a very restful sleep after the raunchy lovemaking from yesterday. He could feel the throbbing hardness between his legs, having a big case of morning wood.

Tom looked down at his improved manhood, relishing in the feeling of power that came with the weight and heft of his already full balls - pulsing with a fresh, juicy load - as he pridefully eyed his rock-hard monster. Though he ached for some relief, he wasn't gonna settle by his own hands anymore unlike his previous life, where many a nights he'd have to jerk off alone when his wife wasn't interested. But now, he wouldn't settle for anything less than his own personal heifer taking care of his massive erection. His bull brain seemingly taking over in certain aspects of his decision making.

Tom got up and looked around when he couldn't find his wife near him, but then noticed something strange about the room he was in. Instead of the usual bedroom walls he was used to seeing when waking up everyday, it looked like he was in some sort of rural hut, the walls made of crude clay bricks. Looking up he could see a thatched roof, held together by wood beams and rope, covered with straw. Tom was momentarily confused but soon some new memories and information seemed to flood into his mind out of nowhere, soothing his confusion.

Tom and Sarah had always been an anthro couple living in this world. The world in itself had changed quite drastically, now having become a sort of medieval fantasy land, with different species of plants, animals, monsters and a few dominant races inhabiting it: humans, anthromorphs, beastkin, elves, orcs, demons and dragons. The lands and nations of each of these races lived in relative harmony, trade and tourism plentiful among them. Though they would sometimes get in a scuffle with the local animals and monsters, the more they expanded their boundaries into unknown territory.

Tom and Sarah, a bovine couple, owned and ran a farm on the outskirts of the town of Pomran, one of the smaller districts in the nation of anthromorphs. It was a relatively quaint and quiet place, surrounded by hills and a huge forest. Although some ferocious monsters were rumored to roam the land attacking random trading suppliers and homesteads; those the incidents were few and far between.

Tom and Sarah had lived here for almost a decade, opting to own a place in relative peace and quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of the usual town life. They worked primarily in their farm growing crops, fruits and vegetables for personal use and selling the excess in the neighbouring town. Tom's physical prowess was enough to run and maintain their small farmland, so they didn't own any other cattle or livestock to help with it; opting to buy any meat products from the neighbouring town when needed.

Tom felt like he should be a lot more confused, weirded out or upset at the sudden changes to the entire world - seemingly straight out of one of the fantasy video games he used to play - but his mind remained calm and somehow unbothered by the world altering changes. He still remembered the memories from his old life but they felt like a distant gap in his brain, as if they existed from a vivid dream. Though he did recall having some conversations with Sarah in the old world - way before he ever got the coin - and their life was turned around so drastically. Her expressing her desire on some stressful days coming back from work, to just live in a quiet farm away from the stressful cutthroat corporate life they both lived, living off the land in peace and freedom despite the isolation, because as long as they had each other they would never be alone. Tom used to laugh at the idea back then, though he too desired it somewhere deep down and he wanted nothing more than for both of them to be happy.

That train of thought led him to recalling the wish he made the other night, wishing for Sarah's ideal fantasy about them to come true. He looked back at the now makeshift wooden desk next to the bed, the coin glinting on the surface.

"So this is what she wanted all along..." Tom thought to himself. Grabbing the coin he put it away inside the drawer, seeing no further use for it, for now. His mind having come to terms with the dramatically changed life they both now lived, Tom's attention was drawn back to the pillar between his legs begging for release. He stood up from the bed and decided to look for his wife - his cock swinging ahead of him with every step - leading the way.

Having searched the house and finding her nowhere, he went outside and was greeted by the fresh morning breeze and the warm sun peeking over the treeline. It was a refreshing sight compared to waking up in a building, surrounded by more buildings. He was still buck naked as the day he was born but didn't really care, his mind already informing him of the more lax rules of modesty in this world. It wasn't unusual to see anthros walking around in the buff, clothes almost being a matter of personal choice and for protection against more **** climates. And it wasn't like he was ashamed of freely showing off what he was packing now.

His ears perked up as he heard some quiet moans coming from the nearby barn, he made his way over and his cock throbbed violently at the sight that greeted him. Sarah was bent over a milking stanchion, her humungous breasts and udders looking swollen and leaking as she milked herself into the buckets below her. Tom could still see her stomach slightly bloated from his cum, though much less so from yesterday night, and he surmised it was probably one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen.

Making his way over he went unnoticed until he was directly behind Sarah, who seemed to be enjoying pinching and squeezing her breasts a little too much - constantly moaning and mooing in pleasure her eyes closed - until he grabbed each of her giant boobs with his big palms. Sarah squealed in surprise at his sudden touch, and fountains of her milk sprayed out with enough **** that caused a lot to be spilled outside the buckets.

"Oh! Honey! D-don't sneak up on me like that! Uhhhh, you made me waste so much of my milk!" Sarah blew a raspberry at the bull who interrupted her daily morning milking session.

"Oh, sorry about that." Tom said sheepishly. Despite being such a hulking minotaur now, he still felt bad and embarrassed on being scolded by his smaller wife.

"Well, whatever. I still have lot left anyways, and since you're here, why not help me out?" Sarah added with a smile, and a small wiggle of her body making her udders jiggle enticingly for her husband. The teasing sight made Tom's turgid boner to start leaking precum like a broken faucet, the manly scent already permeating through the air making Sarah shudder and cause a familiar tingling in her core.

He eagerly went back to groping her tits now from the front, but this time being a lot more careful of where he aimed the bountiful spray of his wife's delicious milk as he squeezed and massaged her boobs, emptying them into the buckets below and replacing those buckets when they became full. Some part of him urged him to just latch onto her nipple and get his morning drink right now, but he held back for now. Meanwhile, Sarah kept moaning in appreciation at the servicing she received by her husband, her pussy leaking and squeezing constantly; the act of relieving her swollen milk factories always a pleasurable experience for her.

Once Tom was satisfied that her breasts were sufficiently emptied, he made his way behind her again and down to her crotch, to her lower udders, which looked just as swollen if not more than her breasts were at the start. Placing the buckets again, he went back to milking, but the dripping honeypot of his wife inches from his face was very distracting. The distinctive feminine scent wafting from his wife's glazed flower was making his blood boil, and his cock flex with need. He couldn't help himself, and planted his muzzle right into his wife's snatch, his long tongue eagerly licking up the sweet and sour nectar freely flowing out like a waterfall.

"Ahh! Mooooooo!" Sarah rocked in her stanchion, as she came instantly at feeling her bull's long, thick and rough tongue spearing into her and exploring her depths. Her labia and canal tightened at the invader inside her, as she sprayed copious amount of femcum and milk at the same time. The former of which was eagerly sucked up by her horny husband, using his tongue like a straw drinking from a juicebox, and the latter spraying down in the buckets with such **** that some of it splashed back outside and coated her legs and her husband in rich, milky white blotches.

Her legs shaking in orgasm, almost went limp, but she was held up by her husband, still lapping at her cunt and milking her udders at the same time. This went on until she felt the lightness of a well emptied bladder inside her udders, and her husband got up satisfied with his work.

"Huff! Uff! That was amazing... You should help me like this everyday from now on~" Sarah said dreamily, trying to catch her breath as she removed herself from the stanchion, straightening and stretching her limbs; a dumb grin of pleasure still plastered on her face. Tom just stood there smiling awkwardly, although he enjoyed pleasing his wife very much, his erection had grown more and more restless as he had serviced her. His 15 inch long shaft now an angry red color, was leaking clear precum in bursts that even shot out in thick ropes with every heavy throb of his swollen, overfull balls.

Sarah took notice of her poor bull's predicament, his cock seemed to twitch almost as if in pain. She quickly motioned for Tom to sit on a nearby hay bale, as she fetched some fresh buckets for milking her bull. Her belly swollen with yesterday's cum did shift her gait as she walked, but her legs were strong enough to support her, housing powerful muscles underneath all the flab that jiggled with every step she took.

Coming back with multiple buckets, Tom was a bit confused about their purpose. "It's for milking you, silly. Bull sperm is also a pretty sought after commodity, not just my milk." Sarah giggled at her dumb bull husband. Truth was, Tom had only recently acquired memories of this new world, so he had somehow missed the fact that the two of them not only sold their farm produce, but also their body fluids in the nearby towns. Anthro Cow milk and Minotaur sperm had a fairly good demand in this world, playing a big part in potion making due to their transformative properties and for some people just as an everyday food item due to the highly nutritious content.

"Well, anyways. Just sit back and let me take care of you, honey~" Sarah purred and got on her knees in front of her husband, shivering as she inhaled the strong manly scent laced with unholy amounts of testosterone that emanated from his musky balls. The muscles all over his body seemed to tense occasionally while his giant flagpole of a cock throbbed ominously over her head, as she blew on the fiery hot shaft. Her cooler breath caused Tom to shudder in pleasure and his balls to lurch, as his cock flexed and launched a big dollop of pre into the air that arced and landed on his wife's back. The hot, thick, clear fluid running down her back caused, first her pussy, then her whole body to shudder again in a mini orgasm. Sarah eyed her husband's sexy body with a smoldering seductive look, as she prepared to service him.

Grabbing his throbbing iron-like length at the base, Sarah gave a few tentative licks to the organ. Tom hissed between gritted teeth as his needy erection was finally being tended to, the pleasure causing an electric shock to run up his spine before exploding like fireworks in his brain. Sarah soon started giving his penis a full on tongue bath, licking all the way around the shaft - her long tongue trying to wrap itself around his significant girth but somehow failing - but still jerking him off nonetheless, using his constantly leaking precum as lube to stroke him faster and faster. Removing her tongue, and resuming servicing her bull using her hands - which weren't enough to encircle his entire thickness - she put her muzzle right up against his fat balls. Inhaling and licking the sweaty musk off her bull directly - she almost goes cross eyed as her sinuses are overloaded by the inhumanely virile scent - and her pussy gushed in another orgasm without even touching herself.

"Ahh~ Hmmm~ God, I just love how you smell, honey~ I can't get enough of it... Fuck! I just looove your big fucking cock~ And these fat, juicy balls are so massive and full~" Sarah purred, flushed and breathing hard as she reluctantly pulled back from suffocating herself on her husband's erotic musk, and hefted the churning cantaloupe sized testicles housed inside her lover's sack. The sheer weight and the heat they released was astonishing, as if the potent cum inside was boiling and begging to be let out. "Don't worry~ I'll make you boys feel better~" Sarah said playfully, as if talking directly to Tom's balls as she nuzzled into them while giving them a tongue bath.

Tom meanwhile was trying his hardest not to cum gripping into the hay bale he was sitting on. Every fiber of his body was begging for release; all of his muscles visibly tensed as sweat covered his Adonis like body. Sarah noticed her husband cutely trying to hold on but wanted him to let go and enjoy the sweet release he craved. Coming back up, she came face to face with his throbbing cockhead, flared out angrily as it was denied release so far. Taking a few licks at it, she opened her mouth as far she could before taking the entire thing into her mouth, drinking the sweet precum that was so lovingly being released by her husband; taking care not to scrape him with her teeth. Tom's eyes shot open as he felt his wife's tight hot lips seal around his cock.

Despite his incredible girth, Sarah was determined to take as much of her bull as possible. She pulled him deeper and deeper, until she felt him at the entrance of her throat, his cock still only 1/3rd of the way in. Taking a deep breath, and relaxing her throat Sarah pushed forth but failed to take him inside her throat in the first attempt, the width a bit too much. Not one to give up she tried again twice, before lodging more than half of her husband's cock inside her mouth on the third attempt in a particularly hard thrust; his pre surely helping to lube up her throat. Tom threw his head back and moo'd loudly at the otherworldly tightness enveloping his cock suddenly. Sarah looked up at her husband's face blushing with the pleasure he was feeling, and found him really cute, but he was still trying to hold back his orgasm.

Sarah not one to give up on a challenge, pulled back until he exited her throat, then slammed her face down as hard as she could, feeling her husband's shaft spear all the way down inside her. It almost felt as if he was just at the entrance to her stomach. The sensation was enough to cause another orgasm to rock through Sarah's body as she breathed in her husband's scent once again with her nose being smushed against his groin.

Tom's self control was fading fast, as Sarah started to facefuck herself on his shaft pulling back until he exited her throat before slamming her face back down until he was fully sheathed inside her. This kept going for a while before Sarah, starting to get a bit lightheaded decided to finish it. Running one of her hands to his balls, she fondled the two orbs, squeezing and pulling at them as they started to tighten up. Her other hand ran up her husband's chiselled stomach, gently tracing his rock hard washboard abs before reaching up to his large chest, caressing his pecs softly before she grabbed one of his erect nipples and gave it a hard flick and twist.

Tom's eyes shot open and he threw his head back, "Ah~ Oh fuck! Mooooooo~!", he roared out to the heavens. Sarah sensing his impending release quickly pulled him out of his mouth, her hands now flying up and down his whole length as she jerked him off as his orgasm began. She was almost **** to do this, having much rather felt her bull exploding inside her stomach, but alas this was a milking session so she had to collect as much of his fresh sperm as she could.

Tom's bitchbreaker had grown even harder and thicker, as his balls started to pump the rich, pudding-like semen up his titanic length. Sarah had some trouble aiming it at the buckets, but with Tom's help as well, they were able to lower his unbending cock enough that it would shoot into the buckets. The first shot however was still too forceful and voluminous that it sent the bucket flying several feet away.

"Whoops!" Sarah giggled at her husband's insane show of virility, as she quickly grabbed another bucket and holding it steady this time was able to fill it properly. Tom's orgasm kept going for minutes on end, his wife's hand continuously stroking his entire length as he groaned and moo'd, shuddering due to the incredible sensations spreading out from his crotch and enveloping his whole body. When he was finally done, he had created quite a mess outside of the buckets as well, but was pleasantly surprised and quite proud of the amount he'd released - filling atleast 6 buckets completely and another one halfway - almost matching his wife's total milk output in one orgasm. He never came so hard and so much at once, even after his transformation and wondered if it was just because he'd been edging since morning, or if Sarah's wish had anything to do with it.

Hoever, he still felt there was still some left in him as his balls heaved one final time, and the way Sarah eyed his somehow still hard cock throbbing excitedly in the air, at full mast despite his huge orgasm... Maybe her wish of feeling him explode down her stomach would still come true.