Due to a disease driving most cattle extinct, dairy has become an extreme scarcity. Max Blanchard, a young farmer, has been trying to get his prized cow to produce milk with little success. However, one fateful concoction finally yields fruitful, but when happens as a result of drinking it is more than Max could have ever imagined.
Four years later
“Hope you enjoy the fair!”
FBI Agent Randy McCollough took the ticket from the young man in the booth. It had read in bold, black letters:
IOWA MEN’S FAIR: ADULT ENTRY
He had never really liked fairs or festivals. There were always too many people on the streets at once. As far back as he could remember, he had always felt the endless crowds claustrophobic. Whenever friends had invited him to one of these things, he came up with some excuse on why he couldn’t go, and no matter how many times he said “no,” his friends still invited him.
He gave the ticket to the older man at the attendance gate. Other than his badge, a wallet with a fake ID, and a wire, he didn’t have anything on him, so he was let through without being stopped and searched.
Stepping into the fairgrounds he looked around. It was your standard farm and harvest festival, although this specific one seemed to have an added element of hunting and game in addition to being a men-exclusive event. He didn’t see one woman or child in sight.
But he wasn’t here for fun; he was here to investigate one man: Maxwell Blanchard. The young farmer had made a meteoric rise in the past few years, having been responsible for discovering a way to get female cows to produce milk without the need of a bull. The find had been revolutionary, and over the course of a year, had completely revitalized the dairy industries. He had made Forbes 30 Under 30, and was quite possibly one of the wealthiest men in America. Randy figured he’d eventually be on track to win a Nobel Prize for Chemistry.
However, ever since he had entered the public eye, the FBI had always kept an eye on him. He seemed like your average, unassuming guy who got lucky and struck it big. He was a massive philanthropist, created several agriculture scholarships, and lived a relatively modest life despite his net worth. But wherever Max went, mysterious disappearances would occur. With a little digging, Randy had found that Max had a roommate, Kyle Moore, who had vanished off of the face of the Earth four years ago. Multiple missing persons’ files were opened, but none of the leads lead anywhere, and Randy was fairly certain that someone as close to him as Max might be involved in his disappearance.
Randy stopped by a kiosk and picked up a small pamphlet that gave the layout of the fair as well as a schedule of important events and speeches that would be happening. Clearly, someone as high-profile as Max would be a big-name draw to the fair. It appeared that around 3:00 p.m., he’d be giving a speech at the fair’s aptly named “Dairy Barn.” It had, according to his research, been established over 60 years ago, but had gone into disrepair when the milk famines hit. As of two years ago, the building was renovated, given a fresh coat of paint, and reopened for the fair.
Randy looked at his watch. It was about 2:30, and the barn wasn’t far from the gate he had entered. He strolled down the center street of the fair, ignoring the stalls and stands selling deep-fried everything and farm implements. It was about twenty minutes before he had reached the gate of the barn, although ‘barn’ didn’t do it justice. It was more or less a barn-shaped warehouse, significantly larger than any barn that he had ever seen in his life.
On either side of the large double doors were two stands with attendants handing out free glasses of milk. He approached the stand.
“Pardon me, but is Max Blanchard really going to be speaking here?”
“Yup, in about ten minutes or so. Man, I can’t wait!”
“Do you know him personally?”
“Mostly in passing, I’ve never really talked to him, but I have met him several times. Although I did win one of his college scholarships and have been working as an intern at one of the pharmacy branches that he’s a co-owner of. He really is an inspiration.”
“I guess so, man was a nobody only four years ago.”
“That’s what makes him so amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever be that successful, but it drives me to keep pursuing my career goals.”
Randy looked him up and down. He was a bright-blue-eyed, bushy-tailed, slender man in his late teens or early twenties. His caramel-brown hair was perfectly coiffed, although it was partially obscured by a white visor. He noticed the man’s name tag read “Johnny.”
“Well, Johnny, I wish you luck.”
“Thank you sir,” Johnny said with a smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want a glass?”
Randy tilted his head.
“Eh, sure, why not?”
Johnny grinned and got Randy a small glass filled to the brim. Randy took a sip and chuckled.
“Damn, if this isn’t the best milk I’ve ever tasted.”
And he wasn’t lying, to Randy, it was rich and sweet without being cloying. There was no other comparable taste that Randy could think of other than a carton of expensive whole milk that he had splurged on himself about six years ago. Looking back, the taste wasn’t even in the same league.
“I know,” Johnny leaned in, “don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been sneaking a couple of drinks myself throughout the time that I’ve been here. I know it’s free, but technically the milk is only for the people coming to see the presentation. Guess I might have had a little too much since my shirt’s been feeling a little tight for the past hour. Anyway, hope you enjoy the speech, it’ll be starting soon!”
Randy toasted to Johnny and walked inside. It was only a matter of minutes before Max’s speech. So far, nothing seemed out of place. As he entered the barn, he realized that there was a massive crowd in the center. There weren’t any seats, so people just seemed to be milling about. Not wanting to wade into the sea of people, Randy contently stood at the back taking a few more sips of his drink.
A few more minutes passed before Randy heard the doors close behind him, he looked just to catch the large barn doors slowly slam shut. A few of the workers walked in, one being Johnny. He gave Randy a discrete thumbs up, then walked into an “Employees Only” door along with the other staff.
It was only when the crowd broke into applause that Max had looked towards the stage. It wasn’t Max, but instead an older man in a suit and tie. With a smile and a wave, he hushed the crowd.
“Gentlemen, thank you all for coming. My name is Brooks Thompson, and I’m the CEO of Thompson Pharmaceuticals. In a few short moments, you are going to listen to one of the greatest men of our age who I’ve had the wonderful pleasure of working with. Just four short years ago, the world was facing a crisis unseen in history. But that all changed when a determined young farmer from rural Iowa put his intuition and intellect through the ringer. We credit him with the revival of the dairy industry, and it is with great honor that I introduce Mr. Max Blanchard!”
Uproarious applause broke out from the crowd as a man who looked to be in his early thirties stepped out onto the stage. He was tall yet unassumingly handsome with short brown hair. Randy couldn’t see other major facial features from a distance, although his face was broadcast on several large screen TVs propped up around the space of the barn. His facial structure was undoubtedly masculine, although his deep-walnut colored eyes gave him a much more youthful appearance. He walked up to Brooks and gave him a firm handshake before Brooks walked off stage. Max waved to the crowd and slowly the clapping and hollering died down.
“Thank you all! As Brooks said, and as I’m sure many of you are aware, my name is Max Blanchard. I, like many of you, was born and raised on a farm in the middle of the Heartland. Growing up, I’d always aspired to be a hard worker like my late parents. They’d always instilled work ethic and ingenuity in me, and I sought to show those qualities in everything that I did. That’s why, when the beef famines hit, I did not stop to find a solution. For two straight years, I burned the midnight oil, trying to figure out how to create a means to end our nightmare. But I finally did it, with a special cocktail of chemicals, most of which are hard to pronounce, even for me–”
The crowd laughed.
“–one day, I figured out a way to induce milk production in cows without the use of a bull. And through blood, sweat, and tears, I was finally able to bring that milk to the market. Milk, that wasn’t just healthier than your garden variety dairy, but sweeter than any dessert you’ve ever tasted. Additionally, through pharmaceutical research, a team of dedicated scientists and I isolated a testosterone-like compound that when applied over a period of several weeks, could reliably increase genital size by a sizable degree. Scam ads promising to give you size became a thing of the past. We named the compound and the medicine PhalGrow. And today, according to research data, the average size of the adult penis is a full foot long, and impotence is at an all-time low.”
The crowd cheered, the loudest they had done so far.
Even with all of that, I wouldn’t be here today without the help of my friends and colleagues, especially a close friend by the name of Kyle Moore, who always believed in me. Without him–” Max looked directly at the camera “–none of this would be possible.”
The crowd softly clapped, but all Randy could feel was an intense chill. With the mounted flatscreens, Randy could guess–no, he knew that Max was looking at him, staring directly into his soul. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but he could feel a sinister presence under Max’s superficial charm. Something very bad was about to happen, but he didn’t know what and he couldn’t stop him. All Randy could do was stand there and watch in paralyzed anticipation.
“All the people around me, who were with me every step of the way also had another quality that is very important to me: trust. Without trust, progress remains at a standstill. To exemplify this trait, I’d like to bring someone out. Mr. Jonathan Whitford, if you’d please come on stage!”
There was more applause as Randy watched as the young man at the stand had walked out onto the stage and shook Max’s hand. He looked simultaneously awestruck and shy; he likely didn’t expect for any of this to happen.
“Now, Jonathan, can I call you John?”
“Oh, uh, Johnny’s just fine sir.”
“Johnny, great. Now, to my knowledge, you were the recipient of a scholarship that I set up, correct?”
“Well, yes. It was a scholarship for students hoping to attend pharmacy school. I remember my essay. It’s… a little embarrassing.”
“Nonsense, what did you write about?”
“Well, my five brothers and I, we weren’t… we weren’t, um, endowed well, and as a result, growing up, we all had massive self-esteem issues. But, ever since PhalGrow hit the market, our collective confidence just shot through the roof. And, to make a long story short, my brothers and I all lead very successful lives that we likely wouldn’t have had without the medicine. It’s what inspired me to go into this industry in the first place.”
“Well, would you like to show us the proof?”
Johnny looked flustered, and his entire face went red.
“Come on, we’re all men here, we’ve all got the same equipment, right everyone? Show us that confidence!”
All of the men in the crowd whooped in approval. With a huge grin, Johnny unzipped his pants, pulled down his underwear slightly, and pulled out a thick penis that, hung flaccid, was probably close to his knees. The crowd erupted into even more of a rally to rival that of large sports stadiums. The rowdy approval caused Johnny to get hard, further egging on the raucous cheers. After a little bit, Max lowered his hand and the testosterone-fueled cheering ceased. After getting soft, Johnny went to put his penis away, but was interrupted by Max.
“You don’t need to put it back, trust me.”
‘Uh, okay…” Johnny replied with a confused inflection.
“Now, Johnny also happens to work as an intern at Thompson Pharmaceuticals in the PhalGrow department. He’s a hard worker, committed, driven, and very intelligent.”
“Thank you so much sir, I don’t know what to…”
Max interrupted him.
“I wasn’t finished. In addition to being all of those things, Johnny here is also the nephew of a Mr. Derek Dachs, owner of White Badger Pharmaceuticals in Chicago.”
“Yeah, when I told my uncle I wanted to work in pharmacology, he–”
“Again, not finished. White Badger Pharmaceuticals deals in many things and is relatively successful, but it also deals in a variety of…sexual enhancement drugs, none of which see the market because of their relatively ineffective use.”
“I…I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
“Yes, Johnny, I think you do. Sirs, if you could.”
A man clicked a remote which changed the monitors from a broadcast of the stage to security camera footage of an office. In walked Johnny in a pair of white scrubs, who immediately began rifling in a desk and cabinet before pulling out a file, opening it and taking several pictures of the pages, no doubt classified, before putting them back and walking out. The video cut back to the live camera of the stage; Johnny looked absolutely mortified.
“And that my friends is why I spread little rumors about papers containing my cocktail’s recipe, to see who I can truly trust. For someone as educated as Mr. Whitford, I’d hoped he’d be smart enough to know that not only would I not keep something so important unguarded in my office, but that there’d be eyes watching him everywhere.”
He paused to look Johnny right in the eyes.
“I had such high hopes for you Johnny, but right now all I can say is, nice try.”
Johnny looked downward with his mouth open. He couldn’t deny anything with such concrete evidence, and there was nowhere to run away.
“Now my friends, I’m going to let you in on a secret that only a select few people know about. All of our milk, save for my initial female, is actually produced by males.
This time, there wasn’t any cheering, just whispers and murmurs making their way through the building.
“Like any product, my milk, pasteurized, is completely safe to drink, extremely healthy, and not to mention, like I’m sure many of you know, very sweet. Unpasteurized, however, it has a side effect, which I have been able to carefully isolate and curate for occasions such as this. A side effect that will now only manifest in certain quantities or under certain conditions. Johnny has, arguably, drunk more milk than anyone present here today, so it shouldn’t take too much to see such side effects. Tom, kick the heat up a little bit if you please.”
Randy looked up and to the side and noticed that large heat lamps were placed all around the barn. With a soft buzz, they came to life. It wasn’t unbearable, but the collective temperature was definitely a bit warmer than before.
“Gentlemen, what I’m about to show you is something truly spectacular; something few have ever been lucky enough to witness.”
“What’s going on here?” Johnny asked nervously.
“Well, all I can say is that you’ll be far more useful in the next few minutes than you ever were at my colleague’s company.”
In an instant, Johnny’s face contorted in pain and he fell to his knees, grasping his groin. Everyone watched as Johnny’s penis began to grow and thicken to a monstrous length with his balls swelling up and out of his underwear. He tried grasping it, but the weight knocked him flat on his back, and before too long, the intense jerking and twitching of his penis caused him to orgasm. Once he finished cumming, he shifted his weight enough to sit up and look at Max.
“I’m sorry, please, just make it stop…” Johnny pleaded.
“I’m afraid it’s a little late for that.”
Apart from a few stifled gasps, the crowd remained largely silent, transfixed with morbid curiosity on what was being broadcast. Suddenly, buttons began to pop along his shirt to reveal an unhealthy amount of fat lining his torso and turning his once flat chest into large, blubbery man boobs. Once looking like a skinny college kid, he now resembled a man who weighed well over 300 pounds.
“Agh, what’s happening to me?!”
With another groan, he ripped through the rest of his clothes. He continued to pile on the weight, although there were audible gasps when a loud crack rang through the auditorium, followed by more. Johnny howled in pain as he grew in height, his arms and legs growing longer before finally he buckled and leaned on his arms and legs, with his belly hanging precariously above the ground. The bird’s eye view from the camera gave everybody the clear image of Johnny’s bones rearranging themselves, significantly broadening his shoulders and waist, before shifting to his chest and stomach. Protruding from his stomach were several secondary sets of engorged nipples which resembled the udder of a cow. The growth slowed down before Randy realized that in the process, Johnny had also grown a small set of horns and hooves.
Everyone stood in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Max broke the silence by grabbing a cup nearby, walking over to a euphoria-stricken Johnny, and milked one of his teats. He then held the cup triumphantly.
“This my dear friends, is the real truth behind what you all drank today. This is what single handedly stopped the Milk Crisis!”
It was mainly at this point what Randy had horrifyingly realized: this entire speech, and show was all set-up. There was no way that Max had suddenly decided to place his trust in the hundreds of men who were in the room. If word had leaked about what was really going on, he’d likely be tried for crimes against humanity. There were no doubt jammers to prevent any sort of communication. Every man that had walked in here had been tricked into becoming a part of Max’s scheme. Randy too had drunk the milk that Johnny had only given to him less than half-an-hour before.
This is what had happened to Kyle Moore, and who knows how many other men.
“Thank you all, this is the biggest operation I’ve undertaken, and it’s worked out swimmingly. Rejoice, today, you will give your lives in service to the greater good. Tom, kick it up.”
Suddenly, the heat lamps became searingly hot and bright. The large room had turned into a sauna, and one by one, men in the crowd began to fall, their junk growing out of their pants and cumming. The floor quickly became coated in a thick layer of seed. Randy could do nothing but look on as every man, young and old, doubled over, each one in a different stage of transformation. After several more minutes, every man save for him, Max, Brooks, and the several grunts he hired was writhing in pain and ecstasy. Some had only grown their penises, while others fully resembled Johnny as bovine-shaped men. A few had even begun to mate with each other, the low rumbles of “Cuuuuuuuuum” coming from each of them.
In all the chaos, Randy looked back up at Max, sweating profusely, with his pants down and gargantuan cock out. Apart from what he was witnessing around him, it was the longest, veiniest, and girthiest dick he had ever seen on a man. He wasn’t changing like everyone else, but was instead rapidly jacking off.
“Yes! YES! Keep changing and GROWING! Holy FUCKING SHIT!”
Max came, but didn’t stop jacking off. His dick remained hard and sweaty, and in another matter of moments he came again, still not pausing. It wasn’t until every other man in the building had fully transformed that Max let out his final orgasm, likely fifteen minutes after the first transformation. Max then made eye contact with Randy and began walking towards him, stepping out of his pants and staying naked from the waist down, ignoring the sex-crazed beasts around him
“FBI Agent Randy McCollough, it’s finally good to see you. Although it appears that you haven’t joined your brethren. I know that you had some milk, so I guess it should only be a matter of time.”
“How did you know you were being watched?”
“Because I know an old colleague tipped your agency off. He has since been dealt with. I have my own eyes and ears everywhere, which is very helpful.”
“Why would you do this?”
“You might be surprised to find out that I haven’t always been a heartless bastard. I’ve known love, kinship, and hard work. It was only when I watched a rival of mine go through his transformation. I’ll be honest, I don’t know what exactly triggered my change, but ever since then, I’ve become unabashedly greedy. And sure, I keep up the facade of a well-to-do philanthropist from the middle-of-nowhere, Midwest, but I make up all of the money I give away and then some, and I don’t think my hunger–or my lust will ever be satisfied.”
“You won’t get away with this.”
“Well, I imagine eventually that will be the case. Somewhere down the line, I know I’ll slip up and I’ll pay for all the things I’ve done. But today is not one of those days Mr. McCollough.”
Randy suddenly felt a tension in his pants. He tried to stare down Max, but the pressure eventually got the better of him and he unzipped his pants to reveal, like every other man there, an immensely heavy, immensely long, and immensely hard cock. It hurt, but was close to some of the best pleasure he had ever felt. After it grew, he braced himself, not falling over despite how sensitive his dick felt. It took every muscle in his body to stop himself from cumming.
“Ah, looks like your change is happening after all. Well, Randy, I have a proposition for you. You see, the changes that happen are permanent, but you don’t undergo all of the resulting changes unless you cum after your dick grows. I created an antidote after a friend accidentally had some milk. It doesn’t reverse your cock size, but it does prevent well…everything else. Join me, and I’ll give the antidote to you.”
Max snapped and one of the men behind him opened a box with a small vial with clear liquid. He uncapped it, walked over to Randy, and offered it to him.
“Just say the word and I’ll pour it down your throat. You won’t have to spend the rest of your days mindlessly producing milk and having sex.”
Randy contemplated for a moment. It was true; there was no way he could live a normal life like this, or work any normal job, and he’d likely be let go as an agent. The offer was tempting, but he resolved himself that it’d be better to never work for someone like Max. With his last bit of strength, he swatted the vial out of Max’s hand where it shattered onto the floor.
“Go to hell asshole.”
“Oh, well that’s a shame. I do have more, but unfortunately for you, it’d be too much time to change your mind and get another one. You may be resilient, but everyone has their breaking point. This is goodbye, Randy.”
Randy stood in agony, steeling himself from every sexual thought.
Wouldn’t it be good if you could just cum? Think of how much you’d love to just cum everywhere, and cum forever. Just cum Randy, just cum and it’ll all be over. You’re so hard, and it would feel so good to just cum everywhere.
Randy leaned over, retching his face, clenching his dick with both arms and letting out a deep, guttural scream. The floodgates had opened and there was no turning back. His cock let out a powerful jet of cum that lasted for a full minute before he fell to his knees. The thoughts kept coming to him.
Wouldn’t you like to grow? Wouldn’t you like to be a cow and filled with cum every day? To be a fat bull with a massive cock? Wouldn’t it be nice never having to worry about anything else? Wouldn’t that be good?
Randy smiled in ecstasy.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
Randy gave in, and before he knew it, all of his clothes had burst off as he gave into the sensation of being a cow. His head reached higher as the weight inside him grew outward. He fell onto the floor, every bone in his body rearranging, every inch of his skin filling out with buttery fat, his balls swelling down to the floor, horns and hooves growing. Eventually, Randy felt his teats coming in and filling up with milk. Why had he ever resisted this? As the transformation ebbed on, Randy’s mind began to grow blank. Every thought and memory he had slowly drifted away before being replaced by a mindless, carnal desire for sex.
“Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm—” Randy came one last time with a great big bellow.
“Yes, cum indeed. I’ve enjoyed our time together Randy, so as thanks, you’ll be one of my prize bulls. Truly, thank you for making my life just a bit more interesting.”
Max walked up to Randy and ruffled his hair.
“Kyle, I’ve finally found the perfect mate for you.”
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