“Private” Robert Curry let the barrel of his M16 sway between his legs as he laid his head back. He did his best to ignore the swaying and bouncing of the specially modified van as it moved to their destination. The intelligence report he’d been issued indicated that the winter snow had finally receded to beyond their destination, but the road was still a trail of mud.
Curry was attempting to complete his pre-mission meditation despite the occasional nausea, but it was getting the better of him. “Private” was a bit of a misnomer. Curry entered the Army right out of high school, having signed up his junior year. His athletic ability, dedication, and willingness to follow orders earned him a spot in special forces where he served two tours. If the pay wasn’t shit, he wouldn’t have gone private.
Unable to meditate, he relented to think about the mission. It was almost unheard of for the group to conduct an operation in America herself, but Sarge told him that the client had done it a few times before. Still, the normalness made Curry a little uneasy.
The driver leaned over his shoulder to address the passengers. “ETA 3 minutes.”
Curry picked up his rifle and gave a quick once over to ensure he was ready. Helmet with night vision, check. Uncomfortable bullet proof plate vest, check. Sidearm, check. Bear spray and club, check. He was ready.
Three vans rolled into the gravel entrance and came to a stop. The back doors and passenger doors opened in near unison as men jumped out, six from the back and one from the side. Guns at the ready but fingers off the trigger, they surrounded the vans while the drivers got out and prepared their weapons.
A man dressed identically to the others gave a few hand signs, directing the others to begin the operation. Three men stayed to guard the vans while the others broke up into three teams and left for their positions to begin the infiltration.
Curry glided silently with the rest of his team to their ingress point. They reached their doorway of entry to discover the door had been torn off. Glancing at each other, they made their way inside without making a noise.
Their first objective was simple reconnaissance. Get in, identify key targets, discover changes in layout, get out and report back. The lack of any outside interaction or observation prior to entry made their job crucial.
Curry and his team glided through the hallway unobserved. Thus far, they hadn’t encountered anyone leading to a collective relief and concern. Relief that the operation was still covert, concerned that the place was abandoned.
They reached the primary intersection and split off. Curry was now in a team of two as they made their way down the corridor.
His partner, Thompson, was a few years older and almost a mentor. Making the transition from solder to mercenary was jarring at first. Command was less structured and they never feigned the honor the military claimed. Thompson helped him find the healthy balance needed to be successful without getting fired or succumbing to sadistic debauchery.
Together, the two had covered most of the hallway. Finally, they heard a sign of life. A room next them muffled the sounds of intense fucking, but they could still be heard. Thompson and curry nod at each other as they redouble their efforts of stealth. They began creeping by the door in question, when they hear a crash.
The thin hollow core door shattered as a cow burst through. His little dick was hard and pussy was throbbing. A thin trail of milk dribbled out of his nipples and down his swollen pecs before dripping onto the floor. In his stumbling, he crashed into Thompson and then the opposite wall. “Easy there bro, don’t want to hurt your best cow puss!” The cow began twerking and shaking his ass, the large bulging muscles bouncing up, then out, then down creating a tantalizing view of his pussy.
A bull stepped through the splintered door. His muscles were throbbing from the intense fuck he hadn’t yet completed, his large cock bobbed with every step as it approached its target. “Ya’ yeah. I’ll go easy on you.” The bull slapped his hard cock against the cow’s ass. “But I’m taking this sweet cow puss, cow.” He lined the head of his cock up to the cow’s pussy and mooed while the cow pushed back before he once again took control and began to fuck. Driving his cock into that sexy cow puss, the two resumed their moos of carnal joy.
The himbos were so preoccupied with their romp that neither noticed the intruders. The force of impact made Thompson drop his firearm and the cow’s weight pinned him to the wall. Screaming for help was impossible. Opening his mouth just let the cow’s nipple lip in as he was pinned by the chest. Pushing the cow off of him was also fruitless, between the himbos impressive strength he was pinned tight.
A thin trail of milk seeped into Thompson’s mouth and coated his taste buds. It was creamy and thick and beefy, altogether a pleasant sensation. The milk continued to pour in and fill his mouth, threatening to cut off his air supply. Spitting it out was impossible in his current position. In an act of desperation, he swallowed.
A pleasant warmth radiated from Thompson’s stomach as the himbo’s milk entered. It radiated out as he drank another mouthful, then another. Slowly the warmth coursed through his body as his limbs began to ache. The surrounding muscles in his arms, legs, and back felt stretched and pulled while the accompanying bones grew longer and thicker.
That pain disappeared as his muscles began to swell. Pumping over and over, the skin strained from the newly developed mass. All of this was irrelevant to Thompson. The bulging muscles felt right and the milk itself tasted so good the pleasure filled his mind.
His muscles continued to swell as they filled his restrictive combat equipment. Piece by piece, straps began to burst, seams gave way, and more room was created for the growing mass.
The growth finally stopped, but the cow was still producing. Thompson kept drinking as he felt the thick milk penetrate his mind. His thoughts slowed; higher reasoning stopped. Bliss filled the empty void that was now his mind.
The bull was approaching climax as he violently thrust into the cow. Both were mooing in absolute pleasure as they each picked up the pace. Finally, the cow climaxed as his pussy throbbed on the bull’s cock. This extra pleasure drove the bull over the edge as he bread his most favorite cow, mooing in conquest for another successfully pleasurable fuck.
The himbos released their fuck position and Thompson fell to the floor lost in bliss. For the first time, the himbos realized he was there. “Duh, where’d he come from?”
Curry slipped through a door leading to the outside. He hadn’t been spotted but he’d been sloppy in his exit. Watching his mentor, Thompson, change into a himbo shook him to his core. That was never mentioned in the mission briefing. He had no clue that men could so easily be turned into himbos nor how strong they actually were. Throughout his military career, nothing came close to what he’d just witnessed.
He checked his surroundings to ensure the coast was clear. With nothing found, he made his way back to the CO to report his findings… and the loss of Thompson.
Alexus, Alex, Ramirez was not pleased with the results of the scouting party. Out of the seven men who entered the building, only four had returned. One team was completely lost, leaving a good portion of the building un-scouted, while a second barely made it out with a survivor to report back.
The only upsides he saw was that the himbo’s security did not appear to have been activated. With any luck their presence was still unknown. He knew that could change at any time. Clearing the emotion from his mind, he made the difficult decision to abandon the primary objective of subjugation and move on to the secondary objective.
Ramirez quickly barked orders and got his men ready for the main assault. Their target: Augustus “Augy” Valentine, the head bull of this overgrown and uncontrolled herd.
Curry regained his composure after the loss of Thompson. He was a professional and he had a job to do, he could mourn the loss of his mentor with the rest of his company once this operation was over. Looking around, he confirmed who was in his team. Under Ramirez himself, they would be part of the initial assault. In formation, covering the left flank, his team moved in.
The first hallway was the one he’d initially entered through. In the brief time since he was last here, nothing had changed. It was just as abandoned as the last time. Lacking the focus on scouting, his team quickly made it to the junction where everything went wrong.
Their target hadn’t been spotted by either of the two returning teams, leading Ramirez to assume that he must be down the third path. The other passages were checked as they moved past, heading in the direction of the mess hall.
Half way down, the team encountered a most unexpected sight. In the middle of the hallway stood a… small man? Tall teen? It was hard to tell. He was short and very thin wearing baggy clothes and a tight leather collar. There were traces of facial hair like a teen, but he held himself like a man in his 20’s.
Curry and the team came to a halt before him as they momentarily pondered how to handle this extremely abnormal turn of events. No decision was made. The man turned and ran, surprisingly fast for his height, directly where they needed to go.
Ramirez quickly called the second team to come in and directed his men forward. It was far to late to pull out now. An attempt had to be made. Second team will be four minutes behind them, his team needed to advance now. Ramirez gave the hand signal and his men resumed their assault.
Curry took a deep breath just outside the door to the cafeteria. He looked to his counterpart and nodded. Together, they threw the doors open, raised their weapons, and took their positions on the flank. The rest of the team took position and they were ready to attack.
The sheer number of bulls standing before them was the second utterly unexpected event of the assault. Intelligence provided by their employer was severely lacking. There wasn’t a maximum of 30 bulls, there must have been more than double. The initial estimates of being slightly outnumbered were wrong.
The amassed bulls heard the doors open and turned in unison. A momentary gap created by the movement showed their target sitting on a simple thrown as the little man from before talked to him. The bulls just stood there, trying to figure out what was happening.
Curry saw the flashbang fly before the call was given. Training and instinct took over as he shielded his eyes. The plugs in his ears protected him from the bang and hand from the light, leaving him oriented. Returning to the operation, he saw the bulls in disarray.
Some bulls were rubbing their eyes from momentary blindness while others covered their ears in pain. All let out groans of pain or curses of anguish. The bulls on the outskirts were less affected and their target could be seen moving towards them.
Capitalizing on the created opportunity, Curry saw Ramirez advance and followed suit with the rest of the team. The distance between the mass and them shortened. A tranquilizer dart flew somewhere from his right and hit Augy square in the chest, a nice large muscle to properly distribute the ketamine.
Augy appeared unaffected, still walking towards them as he slapped some sense into his bulls. 10 feet separated them when Augy became light headed before collapsing like a puppet who’s strings have been cut.
The other bulls had yet to regain composer as the team grabbed Augy by the feet and started pulling. He weighed so much that it took two men on each foot just to drag him. They made it to the doorway when the second team was in sight.
The bulls were all back to reality, and they were pissed. Curry let out a quick burst into the ceiling, causing dust and a tile to fall. The bulls responded by charging.
Curry was grabbed and flipped around before he could lay down any more fire; their speed was terrifying. One of his comrades fired into the bull holding him, causing the mountain of muscle to retreat in pain.
Another bull grabbed him before he could return to the action as he lost his grip on his firearm. It tumbled to the floor and miraculously didn’t misfire, but that was the least of his worries. In one swift motion, the bull forced his cock through his pants, tearing them, and into Curry’s ass.
The pain was nearly indescribable. Sharp and throbbing, every movement of the cock violating him only heightened the pain. Time came to a standstill and the world melted away for Curry. He could feel the bull pull out then thrust back in so slowly he could identify every ridge and bump. Through the pain, he somehow counted the trusts. One, two, three, four.
A warmth filled his ass moments before the cock was removed. Time began to return to standard speed as he fell to the ground. Slowly, the world returned to him as he was grabbed and pulled away by the armpits.
Looking out, he could see the battle unfolding. The second team was laying down suppressive fire from the hallway and multiple bulls were hit. They were scattering out of the line of fire but appeared to have avoided mortal wounds, the sheer amount of muscle absorbing the .223 rounds while protecting their vitals. Another man was screaming as he too was violated. Had he screamed? He was unsure.
While being pulled through the hallway, Curry felt an old, almost forgotten, sensation. The muscles in his body felt stretched as they moaned in pain. They hurt but he could still think relatively clearly.
Curry understood what had just occurred. He’d been exposed to bull cum, had it fucked into him at lighting speed. The mission briefing vaguely described the danger of being exposed, but what he’d experienced was nothing like the briefing. Rather than a drawn out process where the bull had to work up to the dangerous nut, it had, what he could only describe as, tactically bread him.
Curry was pulled past the second team as they covered their retreat. In the hallway, none of the bulls followed. The second team still laid down suppressive fire down the hallway as the shots rang in his ears through the plugs in the confined space.
The pulling pain stopped but was immediately replaced by a new pain. Ever fiber of every muscle contracted and relaxed in unison. The sharp contractions breaking the fibers for them to heal on the relaxation. His train of thought was hurdled by the repetition.
Both teams left the building and moved towards the vans. Back doors were open and curry was thrown inside. The pain was starting to dissipate as he laid on the cold metal floor. He knew what would happen next. With his musculature large enough to handle a bull’s dose of ketamine, he begged a teammate to put him under before he could go on a rampage and transform the rest of the team.
He was obliged and relaxed as he felt the dart enter his thigh. The pinprick of pain was irrelevant, his body relaxed and he fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke, he’d be a big dumb bull.
Ramirez was fuming. He’d lost 5 men. 5 good men that would be difficult to replace. 5 casualties in what should have been a simple job. Normally, failing the primary objective would be a mark of failure on the company, but not this time. Himbo corp had fucked him with inaccurate or lacking data. He’d need double the pay minimum to cover for the families of the lost.
Himbo corp was now on his black list for clients.
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