John drew his truck to a halt about a half mile out from the old, abandoned resort. A big lad he was tall and burly for his age as he’d turned 18 just a few weeks back. Getting out of his truck, he walked the rest of the distance, hoping to keep his presence unknown.
His father, Sargent Daniel Powers had been assigned to investigate the series of disappearances that were mounting. Even one of his friends went missing shortly after his birthday. The day before, his father told him about checking out the abandoned resort turned ranch or production facility, something like that, to see if they were affected or if the culprit was hiding out there. His father hadn’t come home that night.
Current scuttlebutt was that the local sheriff wanted to bring in the state national guard to run a sweep of the whole county. While not a densely populated area, that was a large swath of land to cover and could take weeks. John didn’t possess that kind of patience and decided to take a look for himself.
Seeing the gate come into view, he saw no one watching the entrance. Out of an abundance of precaution, John took a hard turn into the forest. The camo hunting jacket and pants concealed his mass while the thick undergrowth obscured his movement. This area of the forest wasn’t properly cared for, leaving many noise producing obstacles underfoot, but he’d been hunting enough times to keep his foot work quiet.
Nearing the edge of the treelined and good groundcover, John could look onto the main entrance. Sure enough, his father’s squad car was there. From the distance, it appeared untouched. John could only surmise that his father had run into trouble deeper in the complex.
Right as he was about to leave his cover to take a closer look, a very loud series of stampings and shuffling echoed through the forest from deeper in. John calmed his breath and listened.
The noise was so loud that he quickly realized it was coming towards him and it consisted of multiple masses. Lightning fast, he processed the options. ‘Do I stay and hope to not be spotted or come back later with backup?’
John chose the latter. Long before the source of the noises came into view, he’d backed off. Quickly but quietly, he went back to his truck and worked his way back down the mountain.
It took a couple hours, but John managed to scrounge together a couple buds to join him on his infiltration. Luke was a good friend going back many years, living just down the road from John. Hector was a recent addition to the group after his family moved in and capitalized the small but vibrant landscaping business.
Holding onto whatever they could in the beat-up truck, John drove the poorly maintained fire road to what most would consider nowhere. Only a few locals held a true understanding of this area of forest. Largely owned by the defunct resort that catered to rich city folk who wanted to experience the nature they’d intentionally paved over; most locals avoided the area. John was an exception, knowing this road passed through the back end of the complex without coming into direct contact with the inhabited areas.
Reaching a turn with no outward signs of exact location, John drew his truck to a halt. The boys jumped out, John and Luke stretching while Hector attempted to regain his stomach from the bumpy ride. John pointed a direction, and they were off.
John and Luke glided through the forest in near silence. Hector, on the other hand, was less subtle in his movements. Where John and Luke had years of stealth experience through hunting, Hector had only been a couple times since leaving the suburbs for rural life.
After some time, the boys came across a construction site. While John and Luke were perplexed at what was being built, Hector immediately recognized it as some high-end apartments. The area was abandoned, without any trace of human occupation in months and the forest had already started to reclaim the land.
“You wanna split up here and search? In case, y’know…” Luke spoke to the others. Even while very different to the detached houses he was used to, Luke noticed some of the units had locking doors and were near complete. While John was convinced he’d find his father alive, Luke wasn’t so certain. This would have been an ideal spot to hide a body well out of sight.
John spoke softly, “Sound plan.” He was ready to find hid dad and maybe even their friend Tommy and get the hell out of here.
Hector nodded, painfully aware that he’d already made so much noise getting here that he was afraid to make any more than necessary.
The boys split up to check the fifty or so units in the tightly packed sub-complex and return in twenty minutes. Luke checking the nearest uncomplete units, John the farther completed ones, and Hector sweeping the edge for signs of life.
With the construction to his left and the forest to his right, Hector paced the perimeter of the construction. Every step held the upmost care as his head bobbed between checking his immediate path for noise producing obstacles and searching for signs of activity that could lead to finding Mr. Powers.
He rounded the first corner without any indications of possible optimism and continued his pace before stopping in his tracks. Before him, near the midpoint of this edge laid a concreate path, wide enough for two vehicles, leading into the forest. Moving closer, he noticed a set of narrow tracks laid with power lines running over top.
Hector pulled out his phone and cursed under his breath. There was no cell service out here. Needing to report his findings, he turned his back to the forest. “John? Luke?” he whispered, hoping to garner their attention.
Before he could call out a second time, a large hand grabbed his face. The meaty hand covered his mouth and nose, blocking all air and calls for help. Another arm snaked its way under his arms and lifted him off the ground, the culprit’s big chest and hard abs radiating warmth into him.
Hector tried to kick and grab and punch whoever was assaulting him without any change to his condition. His screams were so heavily muffled that even in his panicked state they were no louder than a mouse. Air began to run thin, the corners of his vision growing dark while his head grew light. After several minutes of thrashing, he slipped into unconsciousness.
“Find anything?” John whispered to Luke in the center of the construction site.
“Nothing but some expensive power tools I’d love to take in another time.” Luke whispered just a tad louder than John had. His head was constantly moving as he looked for where Hector would approach from.
“Fuck.” A moment of silence passed between the two before John whispered again, “Looks like they ran out in a hurry.”
“Got that right. My daddy would have walloped me if I left his shop like this.” Luke let another moment of silence pass while still looking for Hector. “Where is he?”
“You think he got lost?”
“Hell if I know.”
John proposed the plan this time. “You go left, I’ll go right, meet in the middle?”
Luke nodded and the two worked their way to where they’d entered the site before splitting off in their designated directions.
John walked quickly, his practiced footwork leaving no trace of his movements. He’d rounded the first corner without any sign of Hector and when he rounded the second there was no sign of Luke either. Concerned that Luke had disappeared too, he kept moving. Finally, when he rounded the third corner, he found Luke.
Luke was standing in the middle of a wide concreate path leading into the forest.
“What happened to the plan?” John whispered out.
“You think Hector followed this off?” Luke responded, answering the question with a question.
“Don’t know.” The boys’ eyes met for a brief moment, all that was necessary to complete the conversation and agree on a plan. In silence, they started walking down the path.
Hector was jolted back to life as pain jolted through his body. He awoke on a cold laminate floor that immediately began to ease the trauma from the impact. Looking around, he was completely boxed in by stone walls and a reinforced door no bigger than a closet. Moving to sit up, he heard shouting coming.
“Get in there, nerd!” the loud and rather dull reverberated through the small room before the door opened and a small man entered. Clearly older than Hector, his appearance did resemble that of the nerds Hector had bullied from time to time in high school.
“Oh, y-you’re awake.” The small man’s weak and fairly high-pitched voice seemed to disappear in the small room.
“Yeah I’m fucking awake.” The sheer difference in size between the two left Hector confident this man posed no threat to him.
Without another word, the man began touching Hector. A hand cupped the back of his head while another ran down his spine. “No injuries, at least I think.” The man whispered to no one but himself.
Confused, Hector responded. “Y-yeah. I’m tougher than that…”
The man moved into a corner and curled up, feet squarely on the floor in a squat. “I-I’m sorry this happened. Why di-did you come here?”
“A friend and another friend’s old man went missing around here. Tryin’ to find them I guess.”
“Tommy and, um, Daniel?” the man spoke as he pushed his mouth into his knobby knees.
“That’s right! You know where they are?” A glimmer of hope entered Hectors voice at the prospect of them still being alive.
“They…They’re gone.”
“Gone? Like dead?” the optimism in his voice quickly evaporated.
“N-no.” the man buried his face deeper into his knees. “Tommy’s now a bull and Danni’s a cow. 61 and 120.”
Hector was about to ask what the numbers meant when the door opening cut him off.
John and Luke approached a complex of buildings in various states. Areas of the fence surrounding it had been nocked down, providing easy access to the buildings themselves. Staying in the tree line hiding in some recent overgrowth, they observed. No one was visible, the complex looked abandoned. They looked at each other and silently agreed on a plan.
They’d lost Hector due to lack of information and possibly a neglect of stealth. The two would stay in the tree line and scout the surrounding area before meeting up again next to the road they’d just shadowed. Nodding to each other, they went off in their own directions.
Luke snuck through the overgrowth like a ghost. Each step landed with the elegance and silence of a deer. Laying low, he was forced to stop.
A gravel road lay before him. Crossing the concreate path had already been a big risk, crossing this one might alert others to his presence. The loose gravel would produce a large amount of noise should he walk across and the distance was too great to jump.
A noise drew him out of his contemplation. A deep thumping echoed through the forest and reverberated up his legs. As it drew closer, Luke could tell that it came from multiple sources, then many. Looking around, Luke realized it was coming down the gravel path towards the complex.
Finally, the culprits came into view. They were men, and massive men at that. Rippling muscle covered every inch of their bodies. Their limbs were long as their bodies reached seven or even eight feet into the air. Some wore crude loincloths that barely held their junk while the rest were naked, their massive cocks swinging with every step. In one quick observation, Luke determined that most of their cocks were thicker than his, admittedly thin, arms. They were carrying a wide assortment of boxes and bags.
Just 20 feet away, every muscle in Luke tensed. There was no way for him to fight these mountains of men. Given their sheer height, running might also be useless. His only hope was to remain undetected.
This hope evaporated when one of the men turned his head and looked him dead in the eyes. Spotted, Luke attempted to back off. The man informed some of the other men not carrying anything with a simple “Bruh” and together five moved towards Luke.
Flight took hold as Luke attempted to run. While silence had been abandoned, he dare not call out to John and risk compromising him or inform any others ahead of him. His efforts lasted less than a minute.
One man grabbed Luke’s arm and pulled him backwards, pain shooting through his tendons from the force. Another grabbed his head, big meaty digits covering his mouth. He was caught.
John approached a collection of buildings that he finally recognized. Neatly lined up in many rows existed several dozen cabins from the old resort. A large assortment of, what he could only assume were, men were moseying around. Taller than John, their musculature possessed impressive definition that clearly showed everything, outside of their pecs. Those were droopy, almost fatty. Naked, John could easily see their fat asses. On the men closest, John could make out their little cocks and had to stifle a laugh or compromise his position.
Coming from the far side of the cabins, another man walked into view. Larger than the others, his pecs lacked the droopiness and his cock was on the other extreme. The smaller men, upon seeing the new arrival, quickly surrounded him with what appeared to be admiration. Mushed together, John couldn’t make out what they were saying.
As quickly as the mob had formed, it dispersed with a single man staying with he larger one. John observed the two entangle their limbs and begin to kiss. The larger man’s hand trailed down the other’s back and between his cheeks. The smaller man broke off the kiss, resting his head on the shoulder before letting out an audible moo.
Tired of foreplay, the larger man spun the other around, showing John the terrifyingly erect cock for a brief moment before thrusting it in. The recipient of that massive meat started mooing with glee as his face turned red with lust.
John had seen enough to know he didn’t belong there and tried backing off. After just two steps, he bumped into something warm. Looking over his shoulder, John saw one of the droopy peced, small cocked man standing directly behind him.
The ground was cold as John, Luke, and Hector were thrown onto it. They glanced between themselves relieved they were all ok and destressed that they were all captured.
Around them stood their captures, their large muscles somehow glowing in the dark room, light reflecting off their exposed floppy cocks. Seated upon a crude thrown, sat a man slightly smaller than the rest but larger than the one’s John saw earlier.
One man finally spoke to the seated one. “Bruh Augy. We, uh, found these dudes in your, duh, brodom.”
The boys’ eyes turned to Augy at once.
“Bring me the nerd” Augy rang out, not giving the captives any acknowledgement like they weren’t worth his time or attention.
A small man that Hector immediately recognized squeezed his way between the mountains of muscle and knelt next to the boys before bowing, face pressed into the dirty floor.
“Numbers.”
“61 bulls and 120 cows. Their fate is two cows, one bull, Bruh Augy.” The little man spoke, fear evident in every word.
“Fuck yeah!” many of the men rang out in unison.
At once, bodies began to move. Two of the sagging peced, little dicked men, that they assumed were the aforementioned cows, came from behind the mass of bulls and stood before Hector and John. Almost in tandem, they got down on their hands and knees before them and pushed the boys back from their kneeling position as the cows crawled forward.
Three bulls were directly behind the cows and one before Luke. In a flash of realization, Luke recognized the bull standing before him as Tommy.
Tommy tore the loincloth from his waist. “Now bull brah!” he rang out and many in the crowd egged him on. “Do it, brah!” “Now a real bruh!” and various incarnations of “Tommy bro!” echoed through the dark room. The cheering was enough to make Tommy’s ludicrously sized cock stiffen to diamond.
“T-tommy? Wha-“ was all Luke could sat before Tommy grabbed Luke by the collar and formed him to his feet. There, Tommy’s big hands reached around Luke, cutting off any route of escape, and tore the ass out of Luke’s pants. Tommy appeared to teleport behind Luke and lift him the several feet required to line Luke’s ass up to Tommy’s cock.
The bulls behind the cows got to their knees behind the cows, cocks hard and ready to mount. All three bulls stopped less than an inch before entering and looked at Augy. Augy nodded, and the bulls thrust.
The cows above John and Hector grabbed their heads and forced their mouths onto one of the drooping pecs. A thick, warm liquid flowed into their mouths as the cow started mooing. It covered their tastebuds with sweet cream and savory beef, it coated their mouths with it’s thick texture, and finally it started to flow down their throats and into their stomachs.
Luke screamed from the pain. An undignified scream, it more resembled a girly shriek. He wished he would pass out already, the cock penetrating his ass felt like a fist had just been shoved into him and was splitting him in two. With every thrust, the pain only got worse.
John and Hector’s limbs started to ache with growing pains, their bones elongating and the muscles straining to maintain their grip. The milk never stopped flowing. The milk they somehow knew was causing this.
When the other nipple began to feel needy, the cows moved the boys over to the neglected one. The cow above Hector released his head while doing so. Instead, the cow forced the full weight of his upper body onto him as he reached back to pull his ass further apart, clearly more interested in the fuck.
Luke’s screaming subsided to an incoherent mess of “AblaguNomaBU.” Each high note denoting Tommy’s cock bottoming out as Luke was bounced on his cock. He to experienced the growing pains as his body lengthened. Finally tall enough, Tommy returned Luke to his feet and grabbed his arms to make Luke bend over, having never once removed his cock.
The growing pains in John and Hector finally subsided, only to be replaced by a throbbing in their muscles. Pulsating, they painfully contracted for a moment before relaxing into their larger mass. The skin encompassing these muscles felt tight as it was stretched to accept the new volume.
For Luke, This pain was compounded by the position he was in. Tommy would force him back by his arms to match Tommy’s thrusts, further impaling himself onto the massive cock. Luke’s expanding muscles reduced his range of motion, but Tommy never lowered his arms, forcing his shoulders to burn.
Returned to the original nipple, John and Hector felt their stomachs fill to capacity. The milk didn’t stop. With nowhere else to go, it started to fill their brains. A constant dribble clouded their minds as they could feel mental capacity shrink, their neurons slow as it they traverse the milk soaked highways.
The cows’ moos grew higher as they drew their heads back. Moments later, a small amount of cum dribbled across John and Hector. The milk finally dried up and they were released. Clothes in tatters, they looked at each other. While they saw their friend, they also saw another cow.
Seconds apart, the bulls reached their climax, the low moo of conquest to celebrate another fuck. Finally, as Tommy’s cum began dripping out of Luke’s aching ass, the cloud consumed Luke’s mind.
The bulls dismounted and the cows jumped up. The cows were busy holding the bull who just fuck him as the all moved off.
Alone in the center, the newly created himbos felt the concreate in their minds harden. A bull stepped forward with a loincloth, attempting to hand it to Luke. Luke disregarded him and ripped the scattered clothing from his body. His cock was hard, it was aching, demanding a hole to fuck. Looking to his side, Luke saw John laying on his back. John had never looked so hot, submissive, and down right breedable as he was right now.
Luke knelt between Johns legs. John instinctually raised them as Luke lined up his cock. Without a word, he thrust in. Johns ass felt phenomenal to both. A hard beating that forced both to moan, them moo, in ecstasy. Glancing over, Hector was receiving the same treatment from another bull.
Quickly, orgasm was approaching as Luke’s cock throbbed harder and John’s ass spasmed. Finally, they mooed in unison as they reached the most pure and unadulterated finale that either of them had ever experienced. Looking down, Luke saw nothing more than one hell of a cow with a sweet cow puss.
Cheers rang through the crowed at just how much of a bull Luke was, having already earned his brah-hood. Augy looked to Luke and spoke, “Name bull, brah?”
Without a moment of hesitation, Luke responded.
“Brah Luke” rang through the room as the new cows were guided away and the bulls celebrated the creation of a new bruh-in-arms.
Magic Fable 