Production ramps up and a lucky chance

For the second time that week, Josefina was working in the house when she heard a knock on the door. She was just finishing lining up the inspector to come out and make sure the place for the milk tank was suitable before the workers came out to install it. Right as she confirmed the man could come out later in the day, the knock had come and she resigned herself to pulling on the bare minimum of clothes and hiding her more animalistic features.

"Officers, can I help you?" she asked as the door opened, revealing two cops outside, one man, one woman, both with brown hair.

"Afternoon ma'am, mind if we take a few minutes of your time?" the tall male cop asked, standing casually next to his partner. His stance told her he was a confident individual and Josefina couldn't help but wonder what he would feel like inside of her. The woman was shorter, with medium sized breasts and toned butt, with her hair cunt in a cute round bob. The bull couldn't wait to see her calm expression replaced by one of sexual frenzy.

"Of course, officers! Please, come in; you can have a seat and we can chat for a little."

"T-thank you, that's not necessary," the man said, a little surprised at how welcoming the beautiful woman was. Usually people were a lot less calm when cops showed up at the door.

"Nonsense, come in and have a glass of milk, get out of the sun for a few minutes." Josefina didn't leave any room for argument and the two cop caved, following her into the house and taking a seat at the table as the farmwoman poured some milk.

"Ma'am-"

"Please, call me Josefina."

"Josefina then; my name is Officer Carl Merden and this is Officer Jean Pordinz. We had a few questions for you about some missing persons."

"Missing persons? Who's gone missing?" Josefina asked, faking confusion. She knew exactly why the cops were here, but she also knew that they couldn't stop her. They would join her herd one way or another, just like everyone else who came knocking.

"Specifically, your sister, her husband, and their daughters have all vanished, as well as a delivery girl. Last we knew, they were all heading here before they disappeared. Have you seen any of them or anything suspicious in the last few days?"

"I can't say I have," she said thoughtfully, holding back a grin as the two police officers reached for their full glasses of milk. Carl took a drink immediately, sealing his fate, while Jean toyed with her glass, not yet taking a sip. Josefina was **** to continue her game, toying with the cops until they unknowingly committed themselves to her.

"Would you mind if we took a look around the property, just to see if there are any traces of them?" Carl asked, and Josefina once again knew what he meant. They suspected her, as they should. She had already moved all incriminating vehicles to somewhere they wouldn't be easily found and it wouldn't matter in the long term, but for the moment she needed them to trust her.

"Of course not. Would you like me to show you around, see if we can't find anything?" Josefina expected Carl to answer as he had been, but Jean quickly stood up and interrupted.

"That's not necessary, thank you," she said, straightening her already in place uniform. She seemed an uptight woman, the sort that didn't know how to have fun and was extremely pent up but didn't consciously acknowledge it. The futa bull was momentarily concerned that the brunette woman would avoid her trap, but a second later she grabbed the glass of milk and drank the whole thing in a single pull. "We should...ugh...get-mngh...what is...Carl...get...mmMM AAahhHHGggGNH MMMOoo-AAAagGhHH!!"

Josefina watched with a wide and lecherous smile as Jean twisted and pulled at her clothes, nearly instantly beset by the changes from the infected milk. Carl, surprisingly, wasn't showing any effects from it, other than looking slightly dazed as he stumbled out of his chair.

"What is-!" He nearly fell, but Josefina was swiftly behind him, holding him up with surprising strength and murmuring in his ear.

"Shh, don't worry, she'll be fine. Isn't that right, Jean?"

"Ahh! AHH! Mmm-mmnn-mmMOOO! MMNnnMMOooO!!!" she screamed, skin boiling under her uniform. She tried to beg for help, to run, to attack, to do anything, but the unexplained and devastating pleasure coursing through her didn't let her do anything other than collapse to the floor. Her labored breathing made her mediocre breasts rise sharply and the milk in the cop's body did the rest. Her bust increased by inches as her tits flowed out, filling from the inside with fat and milk. Her sturdy shirt managed to hold on despite the sudden pressure on it, something Jean was simultaneously thankful and disappointed for. She didn't have to think on it for long though, as her hips quickly began widening.

"Look at her, don't you just want to fuck her? Grab those hips and rut her while those big tits swing? Ooo, your cock does. Mine does too. What do you say we bring her out to the barn and really make her a brainless slut? Pick her up and follow me." The herd leader sauntered out the front door and started towards the barn, knowing Carl would follow with his partner in tow. The man's groin ached, in no small part because of the large, sloshing tits rolling right beneath his chin.

"Here, put her between Annie and this one. What was that missing delivery girl's name?" Josefina asked, snapping Carl out of his tit daze.

"Leah."

"Well then, right between Annie and Leah. There's not much left of either of them either, so she'll be right at home." Two more moos sounding in chorus finally pulled Carl's attention away from his massively changed partner. Two fully transformed hucows knelt before him, their black-tufted tails flicking lazily as they were steadily milked, the sensation apparently overwhelming if their slack and drooling mouths were any indication. "Go on, set her down and I'll get her hooked up. I have something special I need from you." He obediently set his shaking friend down between the other two changed women. Josefina immediately went to work stripping Jean and hooking her up to the milking machine, speaking the whole time while Carl's eyes flicked between the women's asses.

"Okay Carl, here's your job. First, you need to focus on not cumming, not giving in, not masturbating, not **** anyone because you like the bounce of their ass or the size of their tits, and definitely not becoming a little mooing whore. Second, you need to go get the cops off my tail. I don't care how, just so you keep them from finding out about all these lovely little cows. And third, you make sure that no one will come looking for our little Jean and you. Doesn't matter how, I just want you both all to myself. Once you've done that, you can come back and we'll have some real fun." Just in time, Josefina switched on the pump now fully attached to Jean's thick new cow body, forcing a long scream of pleasure from the former cop as she started being milked, her expression matched by the two cow-women on either side of her.

"Go do your job, sweetie, then you can come back and enjoy your new life." Carl wanted to argue with the busty woman, but couldn't penetrate the haze surrounding his head. It sounded like such a good idea, especially as he watched the bull's cock grow out of her groin and jam into Jean's open mouth. He felt the vicious burn of envy, though he couldn't say which one of them he wanted to be. Putting the matter aside, he **** his slowly mounting desire down and left the barn, going back to his police car to do what Josefina had said.

"Do you think he'll be like you, Jean? A helpless slut hungry for my fat bull dick?! Oh shit YES!!" Josefina cried, filling the former cop's mouth and throat with potent and thick semen. "Hah, I guess only time will tell. He might end up being something a bit more fun. But first..."

Right on cue, she heard a truck rumbling up the drive, the inspector to make sure everything was in place for the giant milk tank. Pulling her clothes on one last time, Josefina left her mooing cows behind and locked the door, already anticipating one more addition to their calls.

"Ah, hello, you're here about the tank installation?" she said as she approached the truck, already checking out the rather slim black-haired man that stepped out of it. He had the look of an office worker, somewhere in his late twenties, and certainly not someone who was used to the rigors of physical labor. The once more disguised futa bull couldn't wait to have him under her thumb.

"I am. Where's it going to be set up?" he asked, getting straight to business and already noting on a tablet.

"Right this way," Josefina hummed, putting no small amount of effort into the sway of her hips. Her figure was the epitome of a strong rural woman, and she was confident that even if someone didn't have a fetish for her body type, the would after seeing her. So she was even more impressed when she didn't feel his eyes on her backside as they walked around the barn towards where she had cleared a large area for it. "Anything you need from me?" she asked, leaning seductively against the barn, only to be surprised again when he didn't spare her more than a glance.

"No, thank you ma'am, this shouldn't take long," he said, already buried in his work measuring and examining the ground.

"I have to say, Mr..."

"Grant," the inspector supplied to the farm woman's prompt.

"I have to say, Grant, I'm impressed with your fortitude. Most men can't help but stare at me, but you seem to summarily dismiss me."

"Nothing against you, ma'am, just not my preferred gender," he quickly said between measurements. Josefina immediately caught on and switched her strategy and started leaking precum from her hidden dick. She'd still have him, even if it wasn't the way she originally thought.

"Well, I have to tell you, there's nothing that teases a woman more than a man who can tell her 'no'. Fortunately for you, I'm not all woman," she teased, only to be ignored.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm just here to do my job. I'll only be a few minutes more," Grant said, steadfast in his refusal of her charms. The skinny man didn't even dare look in her direction, not wanting her to make any assumptions. As a result though, he didn't see the steadily growing bulge in her shorts.

Finally finished, he gave the area one last look and submitted his report, indicating to the company that the tank installation could proceed as planned. "Everything seems in order here, ma'am. I'll just be on my...way...." Grant's hasty departure ground to a halt when he saw the increasingly erect dick resting below Josefina's waist, something that hadn't been there before and definitely shouldn't be there at all.

"Oh, I'm sorry, see something you want? I told you I wasn't all woman. Maybe you like this part of me more than the rest? I know it likes you," the farmer futa said, starting to stroke the shaft. "Why don't you come here and look at it up close?" Grant couldn't resist, though somewhere in the back of his head, he knew he probably should. That knowledge slipped away the closer he got and the more the musky smell pervaded his senses. He could admit that he was definitely the more submissive one in his relationships, and this woman and her impossible dick oozed dominance, urging him to give in to her orders.

Josefina was just as surprised at her own actions. Her old uninfected self would have never thought what was happening possible, but her instincts told her what she was doing was right and to go with it. She easily let Grant take over in stroking her shaft once he was close enough, the skinny man slowly kneeling in front of her. His steady expression and practiced movements on her length left her reaching climax quickly, covering his face with cum as she groaned. The seed felt hot on his skin and quickly seemed to penetrate it, sinking deeper and deeper into his flesh until it rested in his bones, slowly growing into a blaze.

"I can't wait to see what you become," Grant heard Josefina say as a glob of her jizz slipping past his lips and danced on his tongue. His terrifyingly erect cock spurting its own load at the taste, completely surprising him. He hadn't even registered his own arousal until then, at which point he didn't know how he could have missed it. It pervaded his body, unified with the heat from the futa's cum, and shook him to his core. Gasping, he looked up at the woman in front of him, only to see that she was much taller than she had been before. "Look at you; you might be just what I need to get my milk production up and running."

"Yes mistress," Grant said immediately, only to blink and wonder where the words had come from. He hadn't wanted to say them, they had just come out, as if they were completely natural. The words stuck in his mind though, slowly solidifying themselves. At the same time, he felt his bones continue to ache, particularly his arms and legs. Eventually, it stopped, but Grant realized they had become a bit lesser. His mistress looked down at him with interest and he hoped she liked his new, less muscular limbs.

"Look at you, positively dainty. Let's get that shirt off, see exactly what you look like now." Grant immediately shucked his oversized shirt off, revealing his unmuscled chest. He stood up and pulled his pants off too for good measure, revealing that he was shorter that Josefina now, a woman he had been the same height as minutes before. Josefina took in the full measure of the man, now fit in the body of an eighteen year old with slightly wider hips and a mind still his own but gradually being taken over by the virus. What she was sure had once been an impressive cock had shrunken down into a small shaft barely three inches long, and that was fully erect. His balls were barely there too, small and certainly unable to produce nearly as much as she could.

"You're perfect, Grant. How would you like to come help me with my herd? They're a bunch of big sexy cows, but most of them are too dumb to care. I promise if you help me you can push that cute little cocklet into them or let them suck it. I'm sure they'd be happy to have a little snack."

"Okay," Grant agreed immediately, the man he once was quickly being consumed by the submissive and deferential piece of jailbait that he was now. Whatever his mistress needed, he would do his best to do for her. "But..." he said, shuffling his feet a little, "can I still suck on your big penis sometimes?"

"Of course you can, sweetie, I'll always have a big load of cum just for you. For now, we have work to do, but I think you'll be getting a fresh load before too long." The futa bull and her wimpy man walked to the barn, leaving the old Grant's clothes behind in the dirt.

Grant got a quick tour of the barn and the herd it held, with Maggie in particular taking an interest in the farm's latest helper. She easily lured Grant closer until he was within reach, at which point she dove for his cock and slurped on his small length. The poor teen only lasted about ten seconds before cumming for all he was worth into the hucow's mouth, but neither was dissatisfied. Grant got an orgasm that literally knocked him off his feet and Maggie confessed that his thin cum was sweet and delicious, despite there being barely any of it.

Once Grant was recovered, Josefina showed him what he would be doing, maintaining the pumps, swapping out milk containers, and tending to the cows, usually by engaging in some form of sexual stimulus. She had just finished walking him through fisting Cassidy up her gushing pussy when she heard footsteps approaching the barn. Already having a suspicion of who it was, she walked the length of the barn just in time to see Carl hurry through the doors, breathing heavily.

"I...I did what you asked. No one's going to come looking, they'll never even suspect you. Now please, can I cum? Please! I need to so bad, I've been hard for hours!!" he cried, literally shaking with sexual frustration. Josefina eyed his body, noting the telltale widening of hips and slight bulge on his chest, but also the huge erection hidden in his pants. She couldn't help but wonder how the cop would change and didn't see any reason to delay.

"Gra~ant! Remember how I said you could still suck a dick today?" she called in a sing-song voice. The emasculated man scurried out, looking at his mistress before locking on the pent-up Carl. "You get to suck his dick. Make sure he enjoys it, okay?" Grant quickly nodded before zipping forward, dragging Carl over to sit on a bench, swiftly stripping him naked, and kneeling down in front of him, his less masculine tongue and hands going straight for his eight inch dick.

"Pretty big package you've got there," Josefina murmured, feeding her own huge dick to one of her eager hucows.

"Didn't...*gasp*...used to be..." the cop moaned, eyes sliding shut at the exquisite pleasure he was feeling. Josefina bucked her hips, not actually paying attention to which brain-dead fuckslut was **** on her dick, she was too focused on Carl and his slow transformation.

It had started as soon as Grant started lapping at his shaft, the powerful meatshaft twitching and getting even larger. Carl's shoulders slimmed slightly, contrasting with a sudden surge in breastflesh. The beginnings of tits he had sported when he entered the barn grew in fulling, quickly becoming wobbling, perky C-cups. He continued to sound his pleasure, though his voice became increasingly high pitched, until his manly grunts were feminine moans of utter happiness and lust. Muscled thighs gained a plush layer, giving him gorgeous thick legs. His hips finished widening to match, and with a massive jump in size and pleasure, his breasts jiggled to their full size. He moaned as erect nipples began dribbling milk and two horns poked out above his lengthened brown hair. His ears also widened, becoming long, dark, flat, and bovine. The new Carl became unrecognizable from the old one as his face shifted into gorgeous femininity, leaving him pretty, busty, thick, and erect with an all-consuming desire to finally cum.

The new futa cow moaned with relief and delight as he reached up and kneaded his boobs and nipples, pulling the first jets of milk out of them and finally pushing himself over the edge. His wide eyes clouded over with bliss as he finally shot a massive load over the young man kneeling in front of him and lapping at his length. He wondered if the cute thing could feel the massive pulses of semen as they worked their way up his shaft, but didn't really care so long as he could continue spraying jizz everywhere.

Eventually, the new futa came down, releasing a final massive glob of cum over Grant's adorable face. Carl heard the man cum, his own pathetic spurt hitting one of his newly plush legs, but found he didn't care. And also that his former identity as a man just wasn't going to cut it.

"Oh, Carl, you look beautiful," Josefina said, wiping the dregs of her own orgasm on one of her cow's faces. "I was hoping you would end up like me; these sluts are getting to be too much for me alone to handle."

"You can call me Carla now, I think it fits better," the newly christened futa said, the change feeling natural to her. She still remembered her time as a man, but she didn't begrudge the change. If anything, it was better. Now she'd never need to hunt down a pair of tits to play with and she got to keep her cock. Plus...yep, a quick check confirmed she had a brand new pussy waiting to be used. She doubted it'd see as much used as her new massive schlong, but it was good to keep her options open.

"I agree, Carla," Josefina said with a smile. "I think your first job as a member of the herd is to get acquainted with the rest. I'll leave it up to you on how, though I think they have an idea. Once you're done, we have some work to do."

"Come fuck and breed moo!! I need bull cock!" Jamie cried, tossing her red hair wilding and shaking her ass invitingly. Carla didn't need to be told twice and relished in sheathing herself in the eager slut, who started cumming at the thought of being bred by another bull, prompting Carla to dump her own massive load in the hucow's eager womb. She eyed the rest of the herd, along with Josefina and Grant, who was just finishing licking up her last load, and she knew she'd be very happy here.

Two days later, the installation crew showed up to set up the new massive storage tank. They worked hard, getting the container installed in just a few hours. Josefina made sure to reward them each with a full glass of milk, each one dosed with a drop of cum from one of the three dicks in the barn. The results were exactly what she hoped for, as the group of strong workmen rapidly shifted into a horde of eighteen year olds eager to please her and Carla.

"Come on man, it's not that bad," one of them said having already finished his transformation and stroking his diminutive dick to the sight of the many hucows begging for their changed thin semen. His friend though, refused to give in, holding on to his stud status desperately, despite his body's rapid shifting between manly and nearly effeminate.

"No, I...*ngh* won't end up-*gah* like yo-yo-moooooo!!" he yelled, his body finally deciding on what it wanted to be. The man watched in horror as his chest ballooned out into not two, but four wobbling, milky tits. He mindlessly gurgled his displeasure, only to have his shrunken cock turn into a massive udder capped with long teats. The new moronic cow's hands searched her new body for pleasure, squeezing milk out of her new body and eyeing the sissies that surrounded her, wondering how their little cocks would taste.

Josefina quickly put her group of helpers to work, ramping up milk production to the max. The hucows were happy, getting fucked by the futas whenever they could spare the time, and the men were kept productive with the incentive of getting sucked off by the girls. They would have fucked them, but quickly found that their small pricks were too small for the hungry milk sluts to really feel, at which point they refused the small dicks anywhere but their mouths. No one minded though, the blowjobs worked better all around. In no time at all, the first truck showed up to empty the rapidly filling storage tank, taking the milk away to be bottled and distributed. Josefina felt nothing but satisfaction as she watched it drive away, same feeling suffusing the rest of the herd. They all hummed happily before going back to their debaucherous production, looking forward to the next shipment they could make.