Part 3 of the Himbo series.

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Sitting in the back of a corporate van, Ronald let his mind wonder as the foliage raced past. Thoughts of the boring and mundane accounting that filled his work life popped into his head, but he did his best to let them pass. After all, this was supposed to be a company paid vacation.

After a recent accident left Augustus, now known as Augy, the top hander in the company reduced to a simple himbo bull, corporate was in a tough spot. Augustus’s proposal for a more centralized production facility was still regarded as a good direction for the company to move towards, but without his on the ground inputs the project had stalled. This was especially true after Ronald and the other money men demonstrated that having their central production center in the heart of a metro would greatly reduce profits.

It had been Ronald’s ingenuity that brought the higher up’s attention to a recently defunct mountain resort that could be easily adapted to fill their needs. Through many long nights, Ronald was able to demonstrate exactly how much production costs would decrease from the proposed site. Plus, being in a rural location, the odds of an unexpecting passerby being seduced by the charming himbos, and therefore being transformed, were greatly reduced.

For all of his hard work, corporate rewarded Ronald with a trip to the production facility and then a week in any location he desired. The production facility offered little interest to him, but an all-expenses paid trip to Mumbai was more than he could have hoped for.

The swaying of the van on the back-country road dragged Ronald back to reality as a momentary jolt of nausea filled his stomach. The driver, noticing Ronald’s discomfort, briefly apologized before informing him that they were almost to their destination.

After several more minutes, the driver pulled the van around one last sharp bend and turned into the driveway. Before the van had reached a stop, Ronald had already unbuckled and was stepping out of the vehicle. The sun instantly warmed his pale skin as he looked around.

Like virtually all male employees, Ronald had well defined muscles. Working out never being an interest of his, he lacked the size of many other employees. His lean, swimmers build and high income had gave him plenty of attention from women, leaving further bulking irrelevant to him. The only quality the juxtaposed his jockish figure was his pasty completion form a life of office work.

Immediately, a man shorter than Ronald called out. The site foreman was visibly eager to show the man whose idea led to his promotion around the facility he ran. A few pleasantries were shared between the two before the foreman guided Ronald deeper into the facility.

First on the foreman’s itinerary was what he jokingly referred to as the “cow pen”. In actuality, it wasn’t really a pen. It consisted of the remodeled resort filled with cabins, multiple gyms, a pool and lake, various outdoor activities, and the special milking building.

Ronald was impressed at just how clean and well put together this area of the complex was. The only aspect that detracted from the resort feel was the large number of himbo cows walking around naked, outside of their customary cowbell collars.

During the tour, one particular cow stood out to Ronald. A tall, well-built cow with the most beautiful ass Ronald had ever laid eyes on. Tight and perky with a gorgeous curve from any angle. The cows dark skin was radiant, glistening in the sun as he walked, swaying his ass with each step. His pecs were juicy and eminently squeezable. Even being taller, more muscular, and male didn’t detract from his perfection in Ronald’s eyes.

The cow was a big bitch that Ronald wanted to breed. His well sized cock instantly sprang to attention, straining in his pants so hard it ached with need. He split off from the foreman to approach the cow.

“Hey gorgeous.” Ronald’s years of experience with women instantly taking over as he approached.

“Sup brah, you a new, uh, handler brah?” The cow was cheerful in his response. He spoke in American bro-talk with a distinct Hindi accent.

“I work for corporate and today I’m touring the complex. I noticed that an angel had fallen and wound up here, so I’m checking in with him.”

The cow barely comprehended that he was being complimented and responded by popped his pecs.

The site of the big pecs bouncing before him sent Ronald’s cock into overdrive, throbbing in his pants. When the cow turned around and flexed, Ronald had to strain to prevent a spontaneous orgasm.

Upon turning around, the cow instantly recognized the nice sized bulge in Ronald’s pants and moved closer. He leaned into Ronald’s ear and whispered, “Such a kind man to check in on me.” He proceeded to lick Ronald’s neck and gently stroked the cock through the pants. “The names Khush, brah.”

The gentle attention was too much for Ronald, and he came in his pants. Embarrassed, he kissed the cow, told him his name, and snuck away to change while the cow returned to his day.

Upon getting back, Khush was nowhere to be seen. The foreman approached, questioning what happened to him. Ronald chocked out a lie consisting of wanting to see the gym, to embarrassed to admit what really happened.

After being dragged away from his search for Khush, Ronald was taken to the milk processing building. Inside was a complex series of tubes, boilers, and other refinement equipment crucial to eliminating the mental reducing aspects of himbo milk and drastically toning down the growth elements. Both of which were vital to ensuring customer satisfaction and repeat business.

Even to an accounting nerd like Ronald, this part of the tour couldn’t end fast enough. While the backbone of the company’s profits and where almost all corporate patents were held, Ronald couldn’t even fake enthusiasm for the subject.

Their final destination was lovingly referred to as the “bull stye”. This area of the facility was not neat and well built like the cow pen was. Consisting of a series of portables that already looked run-down, it resembled a cheap and trashy trailer park. Couches and other furniture in various conditions littered the common areas between buildings, beer cans and other trash filling the gaps.

The foreman profusely apologized for the poor state of the area, explaining that the true home for the bulls had just begun construction and wouldn’t be complete for some time. The bulls were so rough and hard on everything, that special construction techniques were required to ensure that their enclosure would survive one of their many parties and fights.

Ronald struggled to remain focused after meeting Khush. The cow’s charm and sexy ass had swept him off his feet and filled his chest with butterflies. Rational thought was impossible, lust and desire had consumed his mental faculties. None of the bulls possessed the charm and stunning features that Khush did, leaving nothing to distract him from the cow he lusted for.

After the tour, Ronald was offered a hot meal and shown to his quarters for the weekend. The foreman explained that the following day, he could partake in some of the old resorts activities that hadn’t yet been removed, attempting to ensure Ronald’s review was stunning.

That night, Ronald tossed and turned in his bed. Sleep escaped him as Khush continued to dominate his thoughts. With his cock once again active, he left his quarters wearing only a pair of athletic shorts.

The couple of guards paid him no attention as he walked through the complex. Their primary focus was keeping the cows and bulls separated and scaring off any wild animals in the forest. A man like Ronald was outside the scope of their duties.

Ronald made his way to the cow pen, surprised to see a few cows still up and about. In the back of his mind, he remembered that outside of breedings by bulls, their schedules weren’t regulated. With disappointment, he looked around but couldn’t find Khush.

He was about to turn around and head back when he heard a familiar voice that felt like honey in his ears.

“Hey bruh.” Khush was standing behind Ronald. His gorgeous completion shining in the lamps.

“Hi Khush.” Ronald spat out. His confidence from earlier diminished from his premature climax. “What are you doing up at this hour?” The small talk came slowly to him this time.

“Duh hunk of a mans got my puss twitchin’, brah.” Gently, he guided Ronald’s hand to his butt.

Instinctually, Ronald started groping. It felt better than he’d imagined, firm yet pliable. He moved his hand closer to the crack and slipped a few fingers inside, revealing a soft and wet hole that gripped him.

Khush responded by grinding his hips against Ronald’s. His small cock stiffening as he gently moo-ed in lust.

Both ready to romp, Khush led Ronald to a secluded clearing in the pen. Free from prying eyes and handlers that would separate them, Khush pulled Ronald’s pants down. In one clean motion, the cow took all seven inches deep into his throat.

Ronald let out a groan from the sudden pleasure. Looking down, the was enamored with the stars reflecting off Khush’s ass in the clear night. He let the cow work his cock for several minutes, feeling his member harden to full mast. The earlier orgasm gave him more control, and he intended to use it.

Ronald removed Khush from his cock and directed him to lay on his back. Instantly, khush raised his legs, and invited Ronald in. Ronald wasted no time and thrust in. With his hands, he grabbed the big pecs and started thrusting.

Khush’s pussy tightened around his cock with each thrust. Together they started moaning, Ronald like a man and Khush like a cow. Through his workings, Ronald noticed dribbles of milk forming around the nipples he was working. Without any consideration, he leaned down and licked it up while he thrust.

Khush tried pushing Ronald away, fully aware of the danger. Ronald responded by thrusting hard against his prostate, forcing Khush to cloud nine as he moo-ed in ecstasy.

Ronald was enamored with the milk Khush was producing. He’d tasted the processed himbo milk many times before, but this was different. Khush’s was thicker, possessing a richer more complex flavor that was sending him into overdrive. The more he drank, the more control he felt over his cock, allowing him to thrust harder and longer.

Switching between nipples, Ronald felt the familiar sensation of his body expanding. Jolts of pain that drove him wild. He was forced to reposition every couple of minutes as his limbs grew longer, his shoulders wider, feet and hands bigger, abdomen longer. He felt he was about the same height as Khush now.

Ronald didn’t stop thrusting. Khush’s ass was caressing his cock like it was custom made, the perfect orifice to pleasure him as the moos further enraged his carnal desires. Still drinking, he felt his muscles contract sharply before relaxing just in time to contract again. Over and over, he felt his swimmer’s build develop into a line-backer’s, then body builder’s, and finally muscle god’s definition. His increasing size forcing Khush to spread his legs wider as he wrapped them around Ronald.

As the feeling of concreate pouring into his brain emerged, Ronald knew he’d fucked up but nothing was going to stop him from drinking the glorious milk Khush was producing. Even now, the sites of Khush’s face flush with pleasure as he drank drove him wild.

Slowly, then suddenly, he felt the years of accounting and numbers evaporate from his head. In its place was an all consuming pleasure. A single-minded need to breed. As Khush’s milk started to dry up, he left the nipples and looked Khush directly in the eyes.

The lust between them had only grown through the transformation, and Ronald started to moan in what increasingly sounded like moos. After several more minutes, Khush pulled Ronald’s hips tight as his pussy spasmed uncontrollably on the cock impaling him so well, and came. A small dribble of cum leaking out of his tiny cock as he moo-ed in ecstasy.

The spasming on his cock was too much for Ronald to hold back any more, and he felt his orgasm shoot out of his cock like a rocket launcher, each shot firing deep into the cow he’d just bread as he too moo-ed in ecstasy.

Khush was the first to speak after returning from his orgasmic high. “Fuck brah, that was good.” Chocking it out between deep breaths.

Ronald, or Ron as he now thought of himself, didn’t respond. All he did was raise an arm and flex, enamored by his new body.

Khush, while a simple cow, possessed the intelligence to know what Ron needed. Being a gay bottom before entering the cow program and having seen many cows created before him, he positioned the extra stupid Ron on his back. There, he scooped up his cum and using it as lube, began to finger Ron.

Ron had never before had anything in his butt, not even for a prostate exam, leaving his butt feeling peculiar. Slowly, as Khush began to stroke his long fingers in and out, Ron felt a pleasure he’d never experienced before. His moos returned as Khush firmly stroked his prostate, sending shivers up his spine as he gave into the pleasure.

To Khush’s surprise, Ron was approaching climax quickly. Feeling Ron’s ass begin to spasm around his finger, he picked up his pace, applying even strokes. Stroke after stroke, he milked the new cow’s prostate until finally he felt Ron’s ass painfully tighten around his fingers.

Ron somehow moo-ed in a deeper ecstasy than before as another load shot forth from his cock. Looking down, he saw the white cum jettison out of his cock before seeing his cock begin to shrink, smaller and smaller until it matched Khush’s.

Together, the two cows cuddled up and drifted off to sleep in the warm night.

Morning came and the foreman found the two cows huddled together in the clearing. There would be hell to pay for letting the companies star genius get turned into a cow on his watch. His only saving grace was that they were always in need of more cows to keep up with demand.

Gently, the foreman woke the two cows up, and guided them back to the heard. There, Ron would be registered as a cow and likely get his first real milking.

Ron and Khush were always together after that. Sharing a bed in a cabin, working out, and getting milked together, nothing could separate the two as they frolicked naked and playfully in the cow pen.