Part 5 of the Himbo series.
Gerald tightly ran his hands through his rapidly thinning hair as the read the incident report before him. Two incidents in as many weeks. Two employees under his care transformed into himbos. Two instances where he failed to demonstrate control of the himbos. Gerald knew he was about to be fired.
The rational parts of his brain knew this was coming. The fact that no one in the history of ever had tried to control such a large number of himbos in this manor was irrelevant to corporate. By law their only focus was maximizing profits for the elite few shareholders that owned the company. Everything else, like expected failures on a new project, was irrelevant to them.
After checking his work for the 10th time, he pressed send on the email. Gerald had managed to hold off reporting it for four days while he tried to ensure he had control, but he couldn’t procrastinate it any longer. He sat back in his chair and waited the phone call he knew was coming.
Auston’s knees were aching as he stood guard near the outskirts of the temporary bull pen. He’d been standing there for over an hour, working as backup for the team of guards who normally worked with the bulls, and was itching to get back to overseeing the sweet and docile cows he was accustomed to.
The bulls had been kept in solitary confinement ever since William, or Bill as he now called himself, was raped and transformed during the bull’s tour of their new home. During that time workmen had cobbled together a new set of safety features and mechanisms to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again.
With his supped-up tazor on his left hip, a newly issued bullwhip on his right, and the electrified billy club in his hand, he felt confident. The steel plate vest chafed at his armpits, but he knew it would protect his ribs and organs if he was charged. A hint of trepidation entered him as the time to release the bulls drew near.
Everyone knew that the regular routine needed to be reinitiated. The cows had grown anxious and rather demanding without the daily bull breedings they had already grown accustomed to. And for their part, several bulls had nearly busted down the walls to their trailers hoping to find a cow to fuck. No one could say what would happen if the bulls were kept in solitary for much longer.
Over a loudspeaker, a series of beeps rang out across the temporary bull pen. All at once, the doors unlocked and the bulls began to emerge. The main bull guards, as they were known, began herding the himbos into the center of the pen. A large mass of towering muscle that the bull guards attempted to break up into groups to complete various tasks.
Various bulls were shoving each other, high fiving, chest bumping, and performing other acts to welcome the bull comrades they hadn’t seen in a while. Desperately the bull guards attempted to remain in control as the bulls seemed to ignore them.
Suddenly, a deep, low moo rang out across the pen, silencing everyone. Auston looked for the culprit from his position and identified it as Augy. A former handler turned bull, he was infamous for ignoring direction and doing whatever he wanted. It almost reminded Auston of a war cry.
As Augy’s moo drew to a close, the other bulls mooed in unison. A deafening cry that shook Auston to his core.
Unbeknownst to the guards and other staff of the facility, the fights between bulls had not been random. Far from that, they had been very structured. If they had cared to notice, they would have realized that two bulls rarely fought each other more than once. Rather than being testosterone fueled bouts to relieve pent up aggression, the bulls had been establishing a pecking order. A hierarchy if you will with the strongest and most dominant bull on top.
The loud, confidence shattering war moo died down, and the bulls charged.
Gerald’s phone began to ring, and he answered it without seeing who had called. “H-hello.”
“Good morning, Gerald. I just received a worrisome report on my desk, and I need an explanation.” Amanda Waller said in the same calm and cool voice that always appeared to contain an underlying threat.
Amanda Waller was the Vice President of Operations who oversaw the largest production region in the company and was Gerald’s direct boss. A younger woman, her ferocity and perfectionism saw her quickly rise through the ranks with very little experience in the corporate world. Within the company, she was known as a force to never cross.
“M-miss Waller! It’s good to, uh, hear from you. Everything is under con…”
“Cut the shit, Gerald. First you let our star accountant who saved your project and your position get turned into a cow and then let a bull rape one of the only workman that you’d hired that was worth a damn in less than two weeks. Plus, if I’m reading this right, you waited several days to report this to me. So what happened?” The anger in her voice was apparent.
Gerald began recanting the events that had let to Ronald’s and William’s transformation into Ron and Bill as calmly and evenly as he could. Every word was second guessed and aimed to highlight the extraneous circumstances of the events, hoping to emphasize that the facility was still under control.
“So you’re telling me that these incidents were unavoidable?”
“No! No, himbos are a rare anomaly in the world often cast out of society before we found a way to utilize them. Frankly, this whole facility is one giant experiment, Amanda. No one has ever attempted to have over a hundred cows and about forty bulls in a single location. Accidents are bound to happen as we discover the dos and don’ts.” Gerald thought he’d finally expressed just how avantgarde his facility was.
“Look Gerald, I like you. You’re a hard worker. But we can’t lose an employee a week to these ‘accidents.’ You’re on ice so thin it’s cracking. I’ll relay you’re challenges to the board, but I will not stick my neck out for you. If any other ‘accidents’ occur, you will be fired on the spot. Am I clear?”
Gerald was about to respond when the silent alarm for the bull pen’s red bulb began to flash. Under his breath, he mumbled “Dear god.”
“Gerald? What’s happening?”
Gerald didn’t respond.
“Answer me Gerald!”
He hung up the phone without an answer and darted out of the room.
Auston laid cowering under one of the maintenance crew’s vans. The attack had been terrifyingly fast. Massive bulls charging the guards before they’d had time to react, quickly knocking the batons out of their hands and driving them to the ground as they cried out in pain. A few bulls had been taken out by the tazors but as single shot weapons they were slow to refire.
Most of the secondary guards on load from the cow’s pen had retreated into a more secure position, leaving the bulls in complete control of the bull pen.
Peeking out from under the vehicle, Auston could see a couple of bulls looking over the guards weapons before tossing them aside for broken off tree branches that were fashioned into makeshift clubs. A few of the disarmed guards were being led into the trailers by the bulls. He was curious what would happen to them.
His curiosity was quickly answered when he witnessed a bull rip the clothes off an incapacitated guard, including the steel plate vest and chastity belt he’d been wearing. Rapidly the bulls cock began to expand as it was plunged into the guard. A symphony of screams began to ring out from the guards currently being raped.
Slowly the screams died down as moos of conquest rang out one after another. Still in his concealed position, Auston witnessed the guard’s limbs expand, growing longer as a terrifying mass of muscle constricted and expanded. The guard, or bull as he was now, stood up as his massive cock flopped about and made his way to another incapacitated guard to transform him.
On and on the screams of men and the moos of bulls rang out, shaking Auston to his core.
Gerald reached the edge of the staff area to discover half a dozen guards barricading the entrance. The terror painted across their faces was evident.
“What happened?” Gerald quickly barked out, ready to regain control.
A large guard, much taller than Gerald, that was nearly curled up in the fetal position and rocking back and forth answered in a soft voice. “The bulls attacked.”
“I’ve got that. How many? And why are you here?”
Another guard who’d just finished pushing a heavy metal desk against the door answered this time. “All of them, sir. Every bull charged at once. It felt coordinated, like they’d been planning it, sir.”
“You should be more than well armed to take them down. Get out there and regain control!”
Not stopping his barricading, the same guard responded again. “The batons are worthless. The bulls just knock them away. Same with the whips, they grab them and pull you in close for a strike. Tazors worked against single bulls, but if the shot doesn’t land perfectly they don’t even notice. I saw three bulls charge Andrew at once, sir. He managed to take one down with his tazor but couldn’t reload fast enough for the other two and they knocked him out.”
Gerald was about to ask another question when he was cut off. A series of screams rang out from the bull pen quickly followed by moos mixed in. A never-ending series of sounds that struck horror into their hearts. The man curled up began to weep as another began to pray. Gerald himself let out “Mother of god…”
“We need guns sir!” a man called out from behind the group in a thick Spanish accent.
Gerald turned to discover the head guard, Jorge, standing behind them.
“Well we don’t have any guns!” Gerald screamed back, desperation in his voice. “Corporate wouldn’t authorize them.”
“I know that, but that’s the only way we’ll get the bulls back under control.”
“What should we do then? Sit here and cower?”
“No, we need a plan.” Jorge turned and walked towards his office, Gerald quickly in tow.
A hand grabbed Auston’s leg, pulling him out of his hiding spot and flipping him over. Looking up, he saw Augy, the orchestrator of this rebellion standing over him, cock fully erect. Augy grabbed his pants and ripped the ass out, ready to claim his next conquest.
In fight or flight, flight won out. Auston kicked Augy square in his nuts and jolted to his feet. Augy cried out in pain as he cupped his jewels and curled over.
Looking around, Auston saw several bulls turn towards him and begin to move closer. He wasn’t ready or able to take them on, knowing the fate that awaited him if he did, and ran. Heart racing, he took deep breaths through his mouth as he darted through the forest. His feet kept getting stuck on roots and branches but he never stopped moving.
Behind him, he could hear the stomping of bulls slowly getting closer. He couldn’t say how many were there but he’d guessed at least two were in hot pursuit. He reached the edge of the gated staff area to discover it unguarded.
As fast as he could he swiped his badge to open the gate. The stomping was getting closer as he jumped through, slamming the gate behind him. Hoping that he’d finally reached safety, he turned to identify his pursuers.
Four bulls had been chasing him. As they approached the fence, he saw two of them wore the tattered remains of guard uniforms, confirming his fear that once transformed the guards joined in the revolt. They stood there on the other side of the 15-foot-tall barbwire lined fence that Auston knew held foundation deep into the ground.
The bulls looked around confused as he regained his breath. His heart was still pounding so heard that he couldn’t tell if the thumping in his ears was the sound of his own heart or more bulls coming. His heart sank as he realized it was the latter, seeing Augy come into view.
Augy ran up to the group of bulls, barely panting as he started barking out orders. “Bring it down brahs!”
In unison, the other bulls grabbed the fence and started rocking it. Forward and backward, the metal began to slowly bend, and the foundation gave way. With one last great push, the fence came down, landing squarely at Auston’s feet.
The sheer force required to perform this act had paralyzed Auston with fear. This paralization only broke when he saw the bulls step forward and he darted to the main building. Behind him, he heard Augy bark out another order. “This one’s mine brahs!”
Auston made it to the door and slammed his weight against it, only to find that it would not budge. Inside he could hear multiple people jump with fright. Over his shoulder, he could see the bulls approach, walking not running.
He started slamming his fists against the door, begging to be let in. Over and over but there was no response from the guards he knew were inside. Looking over his shoulder again, Augy was right behind him.
“Now bull brah.” Augy grabbed Austin’s arms and pinned him against the door. With one thrust he violently forced his cock into Austin’s ass.
Austin screamed out in pain as the cock thrust deep into his virgin ass again and again, penetrating him so deep he thought his body would tear in two. The pain kept building with each thrust weakening his screams into haggard gasps of air.
Augy mooed triumphantly into the air as he seeded the smaller man. Releasing his grip, he watched Austin collapse onto the ground.
Austin felt his muscles ache as his limbs grew longer, stretching out to a length that would have been impossible before. Soon his muscles painfully contracted as his eyes, glazed over from pain, watched his muscles expand larger and larger. His expanding chest filled the steel plate vest and kept growing. Breaths were becoming harder as his chest lacked the room to expand for breath. Slowly he felt his head go light from lack of oxygen before a survival instinct kicked in and forced his chest to press out for air, snapping the leather restraints.
The light headedness only got worse with air, clouding his mind of all that was. Looking down, he saw his cock grow hard in its woefully undersized constraints before busting through the front of his pants. The incoming fog had deadened the pain, allowing him to finally stand.
Once up, he greeted his new brothers with a chest bump and received his orders from Augy, the mightiest bull across the land who no other bull could conquer. Through a mix of simple acknowledgements, they made their way to the cow pen.
Gerald and Jorge stood across from each other in the head guard’s office. A map of the complex laid between them. They had run through multiple possible solutions to their current dilemma and had settled on two equally bad plans.
The first was to let the bulls enter the cow pen and fuck themselves unconscious. Then the guards could collect them and send them out to a series of locations where they would be unable to coordinate another attack. The two were unsure what overall level of coordination was possible between groups of bulls of any size, let alone how they coordinated this attack in the first place.
The second equally bad option was to call in SWAT, DART, the state’s National Reserve, and possibly even the military itself to wipe out the bulls. Corporate would hate the loss of so many bulls and the overhead of creating more.
Back and forth the two argued, becoming no closer to reaching a solution when a guard bust through the door.
“Jorge!” the guard started in a voice raspy from crying. “Th-they’ve breached the staff area!”
Jorge’s response was to grab his baton and tazor and dart out the door as the guard followed, leaving Gerald alone.
Jorge turned a corner in the building and stopped dead in his tracks. The sight before him had evaporated his resolve.
The hallway was full of a dozen and a half bulls and half a dozen cows. Some bulls were standing guard while others were actively fucking the cows. The bulls not doing either were forcing the guards faces onto the teats of the cows, making them drink.
Jorge watched as the guards’ bodies grew larger. Their limbs growing, muscles expanding, clothes tearing. He watched as the milk ran dry in a cow, symbolized by the cow’s orgasm. The bull fucking that cow soon came himself and the men, or now cows, attached to the teats were released and collapsed onto the floor, a dopy smile painted across their faces. The bull slapped the cow’s ass, and the cow kissed the bull’s cheek before trotting away.
One bull finally noticed Jorge and the guard who’d accompanied him. The two were frozen as the bull approached. They offered no resistance as the bull grabbed and dragged them to the group. The two already knew there was no way out and passively accepted what would come.
A fresh cow skipped into view, eager for his turn with the bulls. Jorge and the guard were forced to the ground and the cow bent over them. The cow let out a moo of glee as a bull’s cock thrust into his ass.
A bull grabbed their heads and forced them into the cow’s pecs. Their heads were held so tight on the teats that there was nowhere for the milk to go but down their throats. As the milk started to flow, both men tried to hold off drinking as it filled their mouths, threatening to choke them as it started to run up their noises. A survival instinct kicked in and they drank.
Immediately their bodies felt warm. Jorge could feel his body grow just like the men who were transformed before him, limbs growing, muscles expanding, clothes tearing. The haze that grew in his head felt peculiar at first. It made him feel happy, euphoric, orgasmic if you will. The milk flowed until he no longer remembered why this was bad in the first place.
When the milk finally ran dry, he was released from the teat and collapsed on the ground. A massive smile crossed his face as he regained a sense of his surroundings before feeling the cows cum splatter on this threadbare abs.
Looking up, he saw a great big bull with a great big cock that he somehow knew was Augy. His ass began to twitch and itch and demand to feel that massive cock fill it, fuck it, breed it. He rolled over onto his hands and knees and turned his ass to Augy who’d just forced his transformation, thrusting it towards the bull.
Several bulls laughed and made simple, slightly derogatory, remarks about the needy natures of cows. The bull Jorge was interested in slapped Jorge’s ass and tore away the last strands of clothes providing any modesty. Augy then mounted Jorge.
Jorge let out a moan of ecstasy as the cock entered him. It felt better than he imagined; scratching that itch, pounding his prostate, reforming his ass into the perfect breeding orifice for a bull. As Augy fucked, his chest began to feel needy. Planting his face onto the floor, he used his hands to massage and kneed his swollen chest, heightening his carnal pleasure. His ass began to spasm in a way totally new to him but felt totally right. Finally, he crossed the line of no return and felt his cum fly out of his untouched cock, each throb feeling it grow smaller and smaller.
Augy came in Jorge and slapped his ass once again. Jorge rose and passionately kissed Augy, who’d just wrecked him so good, so right, while fondling the cock that’d just given him the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced before following the other cows back to their pen.
Gerald’s knees were shaking so violently that if his attention wasn’t consumed, he’d be wondering how he was still standing. Peering around the corner, he’d just witnessed Jorge, the head guard and most competent man he’d ever known, not only get transformed into a cow but eagerly beg a bull to breed him.
Pleadings darted across his mind. Trails of thoughts attempting to rationalize that none of the days events had just happened. That he was just dreaming, experiencing a horrifying hallucination, was drugged by a vindictive guard, anything to reject the reality before him.
A bull turned and looked him square in the eyes. Without a second through, he began to run. Darting down the hall, he knocked over everything in his wake in a desperate attempt to slow the bulls down. Finally, reaching a door he flung it open and leaped outside.
There he was greeted by several more bulls and a couple cows about a hundred yards away. The bulls started approaching upon seeing him but he’d already began to run again. Straining his body to put every ounce of energy, every molecule of speed into his escape.
He managed to reach the main entrance of facility. There he found an unlocked maintenance van and threw himself inside, locking the doors behind him as he did.
The bulls had caught up with him at this point and surrounded the vehicle. Together, they lifted the van up off the ground by a foot as Gerald scrambled to enter the key in the ignition. He turned the key and felt the van roar to life but he couldn’t move.
Adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he clicked the automatic window. Before it had fully retreated he smashed his fists into the face of the bull on the other side. The bull looked dazed as he punched him again and again, as hard as he could until the bull finally let go of the vehicle.
Now off balanced, the front left tire touched the road. Gerald loudly thanked whatever deity existed above that allowed him to get this far in a front wheel drive van and slammed his food onto the gas, flooring it. The van lurched forward as the other bulls lost their grip, dropping the vehicle the rest of the way. The suspension screeched in anguish as the van flew forward faster and faster out of the complex and down the windy road.
Gerald’s phone began to ring as he reentered normal cell range. Automatically he answered on speaker phone to hear Amanda Waller’s voice demanding an explanation. All at once he began to laugh, and cry, and cheer for the impossible escape he’d just accomplished. With any luck, he would never, EVER have to step foot in that cursed facility again.
Magic Fable 