Rain pelted the front windshield and created a fog of darkness before Deputy Daniel Powers. Carefully, Powers made his way up the windy back-country roads to the old, abandoned resort bought by some big city corporation a few months back.

Rounding a turn, his mind was fixated on the recent series of odd events. ‘Not much happened out in these parts. Hell, in the 9 years he’d been a deputy there’d been just one murder, and that was just Miss Smiley takin’ out her no-good husband. The last month though, crime had skyrocketed.’

‘It started with the break-ins, houses picked over for food and other essentials leading up to the corner store being cleared. Then came the disappearances. Truckers disappearin’ with their trucks never to be found, the odd traveler goin’ missing, and even a couple of the local teens like Tommy, his boy’s best friend, lost without a trace.‘

‘Having the state police barge into town was bad enough but even the FBI was murmuring about comin’ in. He wanted the crime to stop just like everyone on the force, but havein’ those incompetent fed boys runnin’ around causing problems would do no one good. Lord knows that when they couldn’t solve shit they’d set up a no good entrapment, just like they did to those boys in Michigan.‘

Powers rounded another corner and saw the dark outline of the entrance. Using what little light his headlights provided in the heavy down pour, he pulled in and brought his car to a stop.

Powers left his squad car running as he stepped out, feeling the cold rain eviscerate what warmth the car had provided. Hitting his mag-light, he was confused as to why the place was empty. He moved back into the car and tried his radio.

A trail of static played through the speaker as he tried calling dispatch. No response came and he swore under his breath. ‘To far out, damn hills are blockin’ my connection.’ he thought in annoyance.

Accepting that he couldn’t call and confirm that this was the place being turned into a production facility for that big city corp, Powers knew his options were to turn back until he could make contact or take a look around before heading back. He chose the latter. If this was the right place, he’d have to come back anyways, and if it wasn’t, he could say that he’d checked out a possible hiding spot for the criminals.

Exiting the car again, the cold seeped deeper into his bones. Mag light resting on his shoulder and right hand on his .45, he started to look around.

Within a few seconds, his light hit a semi. Cautiously he approached walked around the front as he looked for the plate. Nothing was there, but what he did find was odd. It looked like the plate had been ripped clean off. Troubled, he climbed up the front to discover the front windshield was smashed out, but the vin was still there.

Powers pulled out his notes and thanked the lord that he used waterproof paper. A quick comparison and his suspicions were confirmed. This was one of the missing trucks. He scribbled a few notes on where he found it and continued looking, hoping to find more.

Deeper in he found some white vans in various states. Some turned over, others smashed, one even looked like it was torched. Powers knew he’d found the source of the problems and was about to turn back. His light grazing an old beat-up truck stopped him in his tracks.

He’d recognize that old GM anywhere. That’s the truck that his boy used to get into all kinds of trouble with before Tommy disappeared. Moving closer, he was surprised to see it lack the damage, more than it already had anyway, that the other vehicles did.

“Tommy!” he called out, hoping that the teen was around. All traces of stealth had left as the hope of finding the missing teen consumed him. The rain consumed the call and Powers was about to head back for backup when a twig snapped behind him; barely loud enough to hear over the rain.

He’d almost turned around when a massive blow struck him from behind. Instantly he felt his body give way as he collapsed into darkness.

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Powers awoke in a large room that appeared to be an office at one point. Broken furniture, tattered books, and other trash were scattered about. His head throbbed as he attempted to get up before discovering that his hands were bound behind him.

A loud rhythmic thumping approached before he could fully process his current situation. The door opened and the biggest man Powers had ever seen entered. Easily 8 feet tall with shoulders the size of a Volvo. Thick muscle in every conceivable location heightened the sheer mass of the man. The only clothes he wore was a tattered and crapily made loin cloth that held a preposterously sized bulge.

The mountain of a man didn’t say a word as he grabbed Powers by the arm and started walking, dragging powers behind him like a rag doll.

Powers tried to fight back, tried to get free, but the man didn’t seem to notice his strongest kicks nor fiercest yanks. Against his will, he was dragged through several corridors to a large room that might once have been a cafeteria.

Once there, Powers was thrown onto the floor. He was surrounded by a large group of men equally as massive as the one who’d brought him here. Some taller than others, none could be considered small. There he could see the source of the big bulge in that loincloth, for many of the men were stark naked with cocks easily a foot long soft dangling between their massive legs.

Turning his attention forward, Powers saw another massive man. This man was seated on a hastily cobbled together throne. This man sat with his legs very wide apart. Between them was two, what he could only assume, men that were slightly smaller in height but with larger pecs that drooped. One was sucking the seated man’s balls while the other was sucking the massive cock, both purring with delight.

“Bruh Augy!” one massive man called out, presumably to the seated man. “We found this, uh, guy out front. He was, duh, lookin’ at stuff, bruh.”

“Nice one, bro” Augy called back. “Don’t need to, duh, lookers in my, eh, brodome, huhuh.”

“Uh, what should we, ya know, do with ‘em, bruh?” another man chimed in.

“Don’ know.” Augy responded, scratching his head like he was trying to think. “Fuck. Get me the dweeb!”

A very small man, no taller than 5 foot and lanky, was brought forward and thrown to the ground next to Powers. Immediately he bolted to his knees and pressed his face into the floor, bowing before Augy.

In a shrill voice, he spoke “L-lord Augy, what do y…”

The small man was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“Bruh Augy!” the man on the thrown demanded before continuing in a softer tone, “fuckin’ dweeb.” The other men laughed and high fived each other like it was a glorious put down.

Pressing his face harder into the ground, the small man began to speak again. “Yes! B-bruh Augy! I’m sorry, uh, bruh. W-What can I do?”

“Numbers. Do your dweeb shit.”

Despite this command making zero sense to Powers, the small man seemed to fully understand what was demanded. “61 Bulls and 119 Cows, er, bruh.”

Powers quickly surmised that there were nearly 200 of these massive men here. Given what he knew from growing up on the local dairy, he guessed that the ‘bulls’ were the men with the lusciously sized cocks. He looked back to Augy, hoping to comprehend how this all played together, but only found a raised eyebrow.

“Cow” the small man called out.

“Fuck ye!” the men surrounding him called out and began celebrating.

Augy appeared satisfied with that response and looked down. “Cow, uh, Jorge.” One of the cows between his legs removed himself from Augy’s balls and looked up with devotion in his eyes. Augy pointed to Powers and gave a simple command, “Milk.”

The man, Jorge he guessed, stood up and started pacing towards Powers. Two bulls ripped the clothes off him as the man approached. Powers could see how Jorge’s ass swayed with each step, causing the other men to cheer, and the tiny cock between his legs. Powers questioned what was about to happen to him.

Jorge pushed Powers onto his back and straddled over him so that the massive pecs drooped just above Powers’ face. Looking down, Powers could barely see between Jorge’s legs. What he could see was Jorge raising his ass and Augy stepping down from his throne and walking towards then before getting on his knees.

Powers heard the wet sounds of sex as Jorge began to moan or moo above him. On the pecs above him, he could see small droplets of white liquid forming around the nipples. A hand grabbed Powers head and forced his mouth onto one of the nipples. The liquid quickly poured into his mouth, it’s creamy and beefy taste dancing across his tongue. For some reason, he swallowed. A warmth began radiating from his stomach as more liquid entered his mouth. Again, he swallowed, and a calm swept over his mind. All concern and desire to fight back were drowned in the creamy milk. An ancient instinct took hold of Powers, and he began sucking the milk directly from the pec, greedily drinking all that he could get.

The bulls surrounding them cheered as Powers felt a deep ache form in his limbs. Somehow, he knew that his limbs and torso were growing, getting longer before abruptly stopping. This pain was replaced with another as he was moved to the other pec. This new pain was the tight contraction and relaxation of his muscles. Each throb making his shoulders wider, arms bigger, ass fatter. Breathing became more awkward as his chest felt heavier.

Again, he was moved to the other pec and the pain in his muscles was gone. The cream that filled his head felt like nothing as more poured in, drowning all thought in a delightful haze. Long before he wanted it to end, the milk started to dry up. He was removed from the pec and dragged forward until his face was aligned with Jorge’s.

There, Jorge brought him in for a kiss. Together their tongues danced as Jorge’s deep hard breaths filled his lungs before it was broken off. Jorge arched his head back as a deep moo bellowed out. Cum spattered Powers’, or Danni‘s, chest from the tiny cock. Augy’s deep, guttural moo could be heard overtop as he reached his climax.

Danni looked up with desire in his eyes. He wanted to experience this too. The moment Jorge had stood up from above him, Danni threw his legs back to invite a bull in.

The bulls laughed and cheered at the creation of a new cow for their pleasure. Some made simple but derogatory remarks about the slutty nature of cows. In the corner of his eye, Danni could see the look of pity on the small man’s face.

The small man was irrelevant to Danni now, for a bull had just walked up with his cock growing hard. He looked up with glee as the bull thrust his cock into Danni’s pussy. A loud moan escaped his lips before slowly turning into a moo. The bull demolished him as he fucked before unloading into Danni’s ass. The throbbing of the cock made something in Danni’s pussy feel so phenomenal that he felt his load fire out of his cock before watching it shrink down to a size that felt appropriate.

One bull left and another bull entered, each planning to get their fill of the new cow. All thoughts about the sheriff’s office, the disappearances, and the crime were gone. Danni was happy to get filled with the endless supply of thick bull cock he’d found in Himbo Park.