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Trade Secret II
🕑 Added 2022-03-31 02:06:54 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Daniel Craft.
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Aaron awoke with a groan. His whole body ached and his vision was blurry. It took him a while to regain himself enough to see that he was in a large room, sprawled across a massive, circular bed. Aside from that, the place was relatively plain, but clean and modern looking. The scene didn’t make much sense to him. The last thing he recalled was being at farmer Jerry’s house. He remembered…well, he must’ve had a bad reaction to the milk. That’s what he got for trusting an unpasteurized product. It was a shame. Jerry's stuff was usually high quality. Aaron shifted and grunted out, everything about his body just feeling odd. And where had Justin gone? Aaron blinked several times and looked around more intentionally, finally seeing a figure sprawled face down on the bed across from him.
It wasn’t Justin.
The person— creature? – was definitely humanoid, though they had cow ears protruding from the top of their head. They also had a coating of brown fur on their arms and legs, and though the creature was turned away, Aaron could tell that they were at least relatively plump.
Aaron was jolted by a sudden memory. Justin writhing on the floor, his body changing, growing and contorting.
"J-Justin?" Aaron stammered out. Because this cow-eared creature shared Aaron’s hair color and texture. It was also wearing Aaron's clothes.
His breathing thinning, Aaron finally looked down at himself. "What the hell?" he whispered in shock. His T-shirt and sweat pants were now skin tight on him. His whole body had taken on a padding of fat, but more concerning was the fact that his belly was visibly bulging, and his chest was quite plump as well. He now had a small pair of manboobs protruding where his chest had previously been flat. He could feel something twitching and swishing behind him, and when he craned his neck to look, he gaped at the cow-tail protruding out above his rounder-than-usual backside. But the change that he found the strangest was a rounded bulge of fat now sitting at his pubic region, tucked beneath the waistband of his pants. It was odd and just didn't belong there. As Aaron explored the area with his fingers, he found himself shivering, roused by the sensation of contact with the mound, rather than where his arousal was usually focused, at…wait a minute. Aaron's hand dipped completely into his pants, sliding against the rubbery swell of fat there, electricity shooting through his lower belly as his hand trailed it. But his hand dipped lower, between his legs, seeking out something that was far more important.
It was gone.
"What the fuck!" Aaron shouted.
Justin gasped awake. "Dude," he moaned, rubbing his face, and now that Justin was facing him, Aaron could see additional changes. Like Aaron, Justin had the beginnings of moobs, but not just two. There were four somehow! Four tits were sitting in two neat rows, nipples poking out visibly against the cotton of Justin’s stretched T-shirt.
Justin's face had changed as well, at least somewhat. His eyes looked larger somehow. And his nose was definitely more animalistic, broader and more angular.
It had also turned black.
Justin blinked around, giving Aaron a queer look, before finally shifting his gaze down to himself, a expression of horror growing across his face. He extended his legs, and Aaron followed his gaze, shocked to see that Justin's feet had turned into a broad pair of hooves.
"Am I high or something?" Justin stammered.
That's when the door opened. It was directly in front of them, and in walked Jerry with his usual content demeanor as he surveyed the two young men.
Jerry gave a low whistle. "You two are coming along faster than expected. Already got your teats coming in."
"Jerry, what's happening to us?" Aaron asked.
"Well you wanted to know the trade secret," Jerry responded, spreading his arms. "This is it! Human/cow hybrids. Bet you never would've guessed it." He grinned.
"You did this!?" said Aaron in indignation. "Reverse it. You can't just — this is sick. He turned us into freaks!"
"Come now, you hardly even got started," Jerry responded lightly. "And I for one think you boys look great. Or should I say girls."
"W-what?" said Justin, as Aaron gulped hard.
Justin's hand dove straight into his pants, bypassing the odd swell there that matched Aaron’s, his face contorting as he groped around. He quickly found what he was looking for, or rather, the lack of it. "My dick!" he cried.
"Like I said, great progress," Jerry drawled. "You're turning out to be the fastest cows I've seen in a while. But you still have a ways to go. The fun is only just getting started."
"You can't keep us here," said Aaron, his voice cracking a bit.
"You're free to go any time. Door’s wide open." Farmer Jerry threw a smirk and a wink, before walking off, leaving the door, indeed, open.
Aaron started to get up, but then froze, looking down at himself in humiliation. There was no way he could be seen like this. Not in public. It was just horrific. "We have to get him to give us a cure," he said.
Justin didn't seem to register Aaron’s words. "My diiickkk," he whined again.
