Part 4 of the Himbo series.
Word about Ronald’s, now Ron, untimely seduction and transformation by a cow spread quickly through the facility. Corporate was furious that such an event could occur, especially with this location being chosen to prevent any such misshapes. As a result, the foreman and the facility as a whole were put on high alert.
The events of last week played through William’s head as he finished turning the last screw on the last remote silent alarm. It was a needed addition to quickly mobilize all staff in the event of a seduction or overpowering by a himbo, or at least corporate thought so. To William it didn’t make sense how this would prevent another incident, but William’s job wasn’t to think, it was to build.
With this extra job finally completed, he looked to his watch and cursed. It was time for his daily safety meeting, the low point of every day since it began. Some corporate goon would show up and lecture the staff on the newest “bright” idea from the higher ups on how to prevent another incident. Often times these ideas would be thoroughly shot down when the workmen complained at just how impractical the idea was.
As he moved to the staff room, William remembered just how flustered the goon from yesterday had gotten when told that the full metal “safety belts”, which in reality were chastity belts that looked like they came straight out of the Princess Bride, were impractical the first time someone had to take a dump. He rounded a corner and his mind shifted to the day before where the new hot idea was a locking face covering that permitted air to pass but no liquid. This too was quickly shot down for reasons obvious to William.
William was about to enter the main staff area when he was stopped by a guard.
“Back to your pen, Bull. Staff only area.”
William rolled his eyes and flashed his badge. This had become a regular occurrence for him. As a taller man at 6’1 with 265 pounds of lean muscle and covered in hair, he could understand a noob mistaking him to be a small bull. But for fucks sake, he was fully clothed, lacking the mandatory bull collar, and clearly had his ID around his neck on a lanyard.
The guard awkwardly apologized and let William pass.
He took a seat near the back of the staff room, hoping to blend in and actually relax on his “working break”. After a little while, a short scrawny man walked into the room with a clipboard in hand. Clearly a new hire, his weak and timid voice barely reached William.
“Today we’re going to cover the new mah mah mah, mah mah mah mah…”
William had already lost interest. A few words stuck out to him: buddy, always together, watch each other’s backs. Even these broken tidbits sounded ridiculous.
Luckily, another employee spoke up. “So I need to have someone come with me to take a dump?”
“Yes, well no, or eh. I guess you’d be fine in an employee area.” What little confidence the new recruit had was quickly dwindling at being questioned.
Another employee raised his voice. “How’re we supposed to get anything done? You’re telling us to cut our work capacity by half and meet construction schedules.”
“N-not at all! You can still work independently but with someone near by.”
The same man spoke again. “That’s not how it works in construction. We’re all moving around, grabbing supplies, making progress here and there as others finish. And that’s on top of the fact that corporate can’t get us the heavy equipment we need to speed up construction of the bull pen.”
“Well, um, I’ll bring these concerns to corporate.” Before the goon had finished his sentence, people were already getting up and walking out the door. As they did, he quickly called out “Make sure to keep a buddy!”
William strode out of the staff room with more of a spring in his step. That had been a good verbal beat down. Seeing people split off on their own, ready to complete their tasks for the day, William was happy to see that no one else was taking the corporate BS seriously.
Walking up the last hill to the bull pen under construction, William was relieved to see that the last testing of the light rail, or trolly, or whatever it’s called was complete. That night he wouldn’t have to walk the mile and a half that separated the bull pen from the main complex, he could take the people mover.
Moving deeper inside, William gave some nods of acknowledgement to his fellow crew mates and picked up his gear. Finally he was back to the drywalling he was actually being paid to install. He knew he was odd in that he quite enjoyed that work, even with the weird and expensive metal reinforced slabs. Getting back to it was a relief.
The sun had started to drop low when he heard a cacophony of loud stomping approach the condo he was walling. Peeking through the window, he saw a large group of bulls walking between units escorted by guards. Their large bodies allowing only three wide to pass through the five yard gap at a time. The oversized cocks swinging with each step sent a wave of uneasiness through William as it always did.
Instantly, he questioned what the foreman and corporate were thinking on many issues. Firstly was the question that always entered his mind when around the himbos, why the hell were the himbos kept naked all the time? Sure they were dumb, but even a loin cloth would make it less distracting to work around them.
The second question was why were they here at all? The enclosure wasn’t complete yet! The last thing they needed was a bull to go on yet another rampage and destroy the delicate wiring and plumbing they were already behind on. And knowing how hard those bulls are on everything, he wasn’t even confident that the special drywall could withstand their abuse.
William shook his head, pushing the questions out so that he could get back to work as the bulls moved deeper into the construction. William was alone again, and that’s just the way he liked it. None of the other drywallers were competent with this weird drywall allowing William to work unintruded by others.
He was hunched over, working on the bottom of a wall, when William heard the loud clamoring of his saw getting nocked off his work table. Looking over his shoulder, ready to yell at the greenhorn who’d likely fucked up his equipment, he froze.
Standing behind him was a bull and a massive one at that. Standing at over seven feet tall with shoulders nearly a yard wide and covered in mountains of muscle, the bull dwarfed William’s large stature.
Before William could call for a guard, the bull stepped towards him. “Mmmm, cow puss” he mumbled as he strode towards William.
Fear had frozen him before the bull grabbed his shoulder and in one fell swoop turned him onto his back. The bull grabbed his reinforced work pants and ripped the ass open. Finally, William yelled.
“Help! I need a guard in here!” William clamped his knees together and tried pushing the bull away with his legs. The bull grabbed his legs, forced them apart, and then pushed his legs back until they were near his ears. The muscles in his legs screamed as they were stretched farther than they had ever been before. Looking down, William could see the bull’s large hard cock swing near his ass.
“Dear god, HELP! GUARD! THIS BULL IS GUNNA RAPE ME!” he screamed out at the top of his lungs. The bull thrust the head of his cock into William’s unwilling ass. A high shriek bellowed from his mouth as he tried pushing the bull away. The pain in his ass was growing as the bull sunk his cock deeper into the virgin hole.
Two guards busted into the room and lunged at the bull. Grabbing the bull’s shoulders, they tried pulling the bull off as he began to thrust. Without removing his cock, the bull swatted the guards away like they were flies trying to encroach on his conquest.
William was screaming, one continuous shriek only broken by shallow, haggard breaths. The thrusting made the pain so much worse, driving the strength from his body as he helplessly watched the bull deflower him.
One guard, knowing they were nearly out of time to save the worker, pulled his taser and aimed it at the bull. Slowly he calmed his heartbeat and exhaled as he pulled the trigger.
In slow motion, William watched the barbs jettison out of the taser, each on their own arc as they flew towards the bull. One logged itself squarely in the bull’s shoulder and the other in the bull’s hip. A tight convulsion drew the bull backwards as William felt the electricity enter his body through the bull’s cock and painfully constrict his muscles.
A warm, wet, sensation entered William’s ass as the bull collapsed on him when the guard removed his finger from the trigger. The guards quickly pulled the incapacitated bull off him before looking at William, horror in their eyes.
As the sticky liquid dripped from his ass, William felt his muscles ache. A long ache that grew as he saw his arms and legs slowly grow longer. In that moment, he knew he was fucked.
Before William could ask for help, the aching stopped, only to be replaced by his already large muscles painfully contract. Helplessly, he watched as his already large muscle mass grow. The clothes he was wearing strained to contain his muscles before a seam gave way, giving him a momentary relief from the pain. Then another and other popped as he continued to expand.
As the thick haze of concreate poured into his mind, the panic and fear in William finally subsided. All of his thoughts washed away as his cock grew hard. His last coherent idea consisted of being impressed at how good his now 16 inch cock looked between his legs as it tore through the crotch of his pants.
The guard who’d tased the bull put a hand on William, now Bill, and was horrified to feel Bill attempt to force him into the ground, moments away from being the next workman raped by a bull that day.
The second guard fired his taser into Bill. The barbs stinging as they entered, Bill’s body involuntarily contorted before collapsing onto the guard, moments away from forcing his cock in.
Magic Fable 