Family Fuck Farm

You wake up on your eighteenth birthday tired and not particularly excited. Pretty much born and raised on your family's thousand acre farm, most of your childhood to teenage years consisted of a lot of... well... farm work. You have doubts that today would be any different.

When you weren't getting homeschooled you worked the fields, fixing fences, pushing hay bails, planting seeds. Occasionally you drove a tractor around. Sometimes you would herd and feed the livestock. Mmmm... the livestock. Still laying in bed you slip a hand beneath the blanket and gently massage your morning wood. Ever since puberty noticed you, you had been noticing the farm animals. The sexually mature ones of course, you weren't some kind of weirdo. Well you sort of were.

Admittedly you took extra interest in those particular classes where your mother taught you how morphing worked. That is, depending on the species of animal, at a certain age they all naturally went through a morphing process, turning bipedal as their spines straightened until they stood upright, their intelligence increasing to human levels. You think you liked the cows the best, being a bit of a breast man yourself.

When they morphed they became narrow waisted sexbombs with a pair of large tits and a big round butt to match. You hum as you imagine one of the girls out in the field, bending over to nibble on some grass, her black and white spotted ass and pussy in air and waiting for you. Of course you never fucked them. That would be weird. Sometimes you thought the whole situation was weird, but things had been this way since the dawn of time as far as you were aware.

Animals, farm animals at least, were generally unintelligent beasts that relied almost purely on instinct to get by before they morphed. It's why humans took care of them, so that they could stay safe from predators and be fed and raised until such time they developed fully functional brains and could learn to speak for themselves. And the animals were fine with the arrangement, living on farms and paying humans back though their own products like wool, milk or butter, or their strength through manual labor. It still seemed strange to you that your family 'owned' them, but that's just how things were and their farm animals seemed more than happy about it. A little distracted by your thoughts on the world you find yourself somehow hungrier than you are horny and decide to get out of bed.