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CH 13 A.
Marc awoke to a blue ceiling bearing down at him. He was in Ken's room. He was laying on top of the bed. His entire body was sore and in pain as if he'd passed out from a day in the gym.
He tried to move his neck to the side but couldn't find the strength. Even wiggling his toes and fingers took a lifetime. He didn't want to test sitting up if basic movement was a challenge.
He let his eyes drift to the left; sunlight peered through a window. Morning had already come. Everything that happened last night was in the memories of yesterday.
Marc shifted his vison to the right and what he saw made him take a quick gasp.
Ken stood off to the side. The cowman was studying his reflection. There was no doubt he was Ken, but overnight he'd shot up from 5ft'9in to 6ft'2in. His hands glided over his immaculately sculpted chest before flowing down to his chiseled abs. He grabbed the pounds of muscle that formed his biceps, traced it up his arms and then up to his broad shoulders. He stuck a leg out and flexed his thighs and calves.
Marc tried to call out to him, but his words only came out as a soft grunt.
Ken glanced over to Marc and the cowman's eyes lit up.
Startling would be one word to describe how Marc felt the moment he saw Ken's face. No less youthful, but gone was the boyish charm and softer edges, replaced with sharper, more masculine and angular features.
Ken bounded over to Marc's side, "Glad you're awake again." His voice was also a few octaves deeper than yesterday.
"Ken?" Marc's voice betrayed him. There was just a small part of him that hadn't reconciled who he was looking at. "What do you mean again? What happened" Marc could tell how groggy and tired his voice sounded.
Images of last night flashed in Marc's head. He recalled the heat across his skin, Ken's body on top of his. Every taste, smell, and the intense spike in pleasure.
Ken smiled, "My shift. Your uncle did say it was about time." He sat on the edge of the bed beside Marc's body.
"My Uncle?"
"He was here when you first woke up." Ken held his hands together and looked down at the bed, talking sheepishly, "After I came to my senses, I ran to get him. He also brought the inspection doctor here."
"I don't remember any of that."
"You were pretty out of it. He checked me over and looked at you. He said you were fine, but we have to let your body recover."
"Recover?" Marc let out a laugh. "Feels like someone threw me in front of a truck."
"Are you in pain? Did I hurt you somewhere?" Ken's voice filled with concern.
What could Marc say? He couldn't remember concrete details of what happened last night after their first round. "No, I'm all good. I'll just take the doctor's advice."
"If you want to go anywhere, I could definitely carry you now." Ken did a front double biceps pose.
Marc studied his friend's new form, as a questioned popped in his head. "Are you okay? I can't imagine your shift being painless."
When Trevor had shifted, there had been too many emotions tied in with the event. Marc had been more worried about how he felt, than what Trevor was going through. Marc didn't feel his emotions, or his actions were invalid or inappropriate, but maybe he could have handled it better. When adults talked about teenagers being bundles of hormones maybe they weren't completely of the mark. He didn't want to repeat his mistake.
"I feel amazing!" Ken flexed an arm again, his smile beaming broadly. His smile seemed to have regained its innocence from before the shift.
"You could use a haircut though," Marc pointed out. Ken's hair was a messy mop of brown curls, that mostly covered his eyes.
"Think so?" Ken pulled on a lock, uncurling it between a thumb and forefinger. "I'll ask if I can get one when they take me to buy clothes."
"I'm not taking you?" Marc asked.
"Your Uncle said we should get clothes right away."
Marc felt a pang of jealousy for whoever was going to go out with Ken. xHowever, it wasn't like Ken could just wander around naked. At least not in the front part of the farm anyway.
"Wait, Ken you're naked," Marc looked at his own body, "I'm naked too!" finally realizing it. His eyes drifted down Ken's body, drinking up the sight. He landed right on Ken's dick. A full soft 8 inches was nestled there. It was as long flaccid, as it had been when fully erect pre-shift. Marc wondered if that meant it got bigger when erect now.
"Did you just realize that? I tried throwing on clothes before I went looking for your uncle, but I ripped right through them." He climbed off the bed and bent down out of Marc's line of sight. Upon standing back up he presented tattered fabric. Fabric that used to be pants, a shirt, and underwear.
Marc could feel sleep beckoning to him. This conversation had been taxing, but Marc didn't want it to end here. He landed on Ken's cock again.
"Marc, unless you want to go again, you should stop staring there." Ken walked back over to the bed sitting down.
Marc was too tired to be embarrassed, but he did manage to apologize. Mustering all his strength, he asked one more question. "Do personalities change during a shift?"
Ken tilted his head to the side then answered, "If one goes into heat, they have a need to have sex. So, for them I'd say yes. Especially if they're more reserved about sex."
That wasn't what Marc was referring to. Ken had wanted sex last night no doubt, but his whole demeanor and way of speaking changed. If he solely wanted sex, wouldn't he have begged for it? However, last night he was intent on talking to Marc authoritatively. What had that been about?
"Can I do anything for you before I leave?" Ken got off the bed once again. Marc was already missing his presence.
"Could you put my underwear on me? I don't want to lie here naked all day."
Ken did just that, trying his hardest to maneuver Marc's body. He was clumsily with his new hands and fingers, causing Marc few but brief moments of pain.
After apologizing, Ken left his room, closing the door while Marc drifted off to sleep.
When Marc woke again. It was clear several hours has passed. The sunlight coming in the room was more akin to the afternoon. There was noise coming from the TV, someone was sitting in the beanbag chair playing a video game.
"Ken?" Marc sat up. His body was heavy but the fact he could move was good enough for him.
The cowman turned around, pausing the game, "You're awake!" the cowman got up and rushed to Marc's side.
"Xander?" Marc asked confused. "What's going on? Why are you here?" Marc hadn't seen Xander since their talk about being a breeder. Marc had avoided it because he didn't even know what Xander was referring to, but now that Trevor wanted to be a breeder, perhaps Marc could find out more.
"I'm on guard duty for you!" Xander said excited.
"Why do I need a guard?" Marc asked slowly, noticing a few scratches along the cowman's face.
Xander furrowed his brow before rushing outside Ken's room. Not too long after, he returned with Dru and Sheila. "I decided we all should be here."
"Um that's great but what's going on--
"Dude, I can't believe you were with Ken during his shift." Dru's stated cutting Marc off. The cowman walked closer, bringing his features into focus, Marc noted a swelling in his lower jaw. "That's amazing!"
Sheila joined in, "He's right, how did it feel?"
"Me and Sheila shifted together. A wonderful time I might add," Dur said, "Although Trevor's shift was way more draining." Dru chuckled looking at Marc, "I guess Ken's shift was as tiresome as his roommate's?" Marc avoided eye contact with the three Cowmen. How did they know he had sex with Ken? Marc wanted to crawl up into a ball and disappear.
"What was Trevor's shift like?" Marc asked trying to change the subject.
Dru's face went red and Sheila fanned herself. Xander looked at his fellow Cowmen like they'd lost their minds.
"Enough with the theatrics, it was just a shift. It's not that deep," Xander huffed.
"Oh, it certainly was deep, that night." Dru wiggled his eyebrow and shared a laugh with Sheila.
Xander leaned over and jabbed Dru's shoulder. The laughter stopped but Dru held back a smile as he spoke again, "Anyways, not that I'm an expert on Shifting, but Trevor was...let's say more impassioned than we expected. Very primal."
"Isn't that what's supposed to happen during Shifting?" Marc asked.
Dru scrunched his face, "Don't get me wrong. I know my Shift was wild." He smirked as His eyes drifted to Sheila, "But I don't think it was that wild."
Sheila cut in, "Enough about us and Trevor, Tell us about you and Ken."
"Why do you guys know about that," Marc turned his face into a pillow.
"Everybody knows now!" Sheila shared, "And I mean a human having sex with a shifting cowman."
"Is that so surprising? Don't humans have sex with Cowmen?"
"Oh, of course, "Xander admitted, "but it's the Shift part that has everyone on the farm so fascinated."
Marc slapped his hands on his face. "How does EVERYONE know what happened?!" He could just die. How was he supposed to walk around the farm now?
The three cowmen exchanged glances as if deciding who was going to speak. In the end Xander was dubbed the spokesperson.
"That's why we're here it's also why Ken and Trevor aren't." Xander leaned against the doorframe of the room. "They got into a fight."
"A fight?!" Marc blurted out. "About what?"
"You." Xander said calmly.
"Me? Why?"
Xander shoved his hand into his pockets and looked at the ground, searching for the words. "Trevor was worried Ken might've hurt you. At first it was arguing, they were loud--,"
"Very loud," Dru added, earning a side eye from Xander.
"Then the first punch was thrown, and we may have well as been at the rodeo."
"All that, over sex?" Marc sighed.
Xander shook his head, "You were with Ken during his Shift, that's not sex, that's more like a breeding. Cowmen can get lost in the throes of passion and be as rough as freaking possible? What if Ken had lost himself and in moving you about, broke something?"
Marc winced, reflexively rubbing an arm. He was glad the fight wasn't some jealous lovers spat. On the other hand, Trevor and Ken were his responsibility; he'd have to talk to them.
"How's Ken doing?" Marc asked.
"Just him?" Xander arched an eyebrow.
"I'm worried about Trevor too, but he can handle himself, you all know that better than I do. I can't imagine Ken being okay after that." Marc was being careful to not divulge any information Trevor wasn't ready to share.
Dru and Xander both let out hearty laughs.
"Don't patronize him!" Sheila scolded the boys.
"Sorry, it's just that was too funny," Xander said wiping a tear from his eye.
"I hate to tell you this, but Ken isn't as weak as you think. He got a few solid punches in." Dru added.
Marc looked away for a moment, he'd seen the new Ken. He was massive now, but that didn't equate to fighting ability. "I don't think he's weak. I've never thought of him as weak. Timid... maybe? Did he win or something?"
Dru answered. "Not even close. But I wouldn't say he lost either. Me, Xander and a few other Cowmen tried to part the fight. Ayden was probably the biggest help, but even he was tossed on his ass a few times." Dru rubbed the swollen side of his face.
"So that explains the scratches and swelling?" Marc asked the two cowmen; who nodded in response.
"I can't believe it took so many of you to break them up." Sheila sat on the edge of Marc's bed.
"Why is that?" Marc inquired.
Sheila twirled her hair with a finger, "I mean, Ayden's a top-tier cowman. Dru, Xander and the others shouldn't have even been a necessity."
Marc sighed. He shouldn't be laying here. His friends needed him. There must be something he could do to help them. He tried to move off the bed. Sheila's hand gently pushed him back. Marc wanted to yell, but he had already wasted all his energy sitting up. His body couldn't do it again.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Ken and Trevor nee--
"Will be fine. At least for one day," Sheila finished his statement. "Can you really help anyone when you can barely manage your own weight?"
Marc grunted; she had a good point.
Xander clasped his hands "Come on everyone, let's go clean up."
"What?" Marc said lying down.
"Ken and Trevor made quite a mess fighting in the living room." Dru started walking away from Marc.
"They fought in here?" Marc asked.
"Yep, and you slept through the whole thing. It's why I sided with Trevor," Sheila rose from her position to join the other cowmen. She then left the room to join the others.
Not long after they left, Marc was asleep again.
The next time he woke up, it was unquestionably approaching nighttime. He looked down and saw Xander playing games again.
"Pass me a controller, if you're looking for some company," Marc said, shocking Xander enough to make him fall out of the beanbag chair.
"You're up again." Xander said.
Marc had trouble sitting up. Xander rushed beside him to position the pillows to allow it.
"Thank you. Where's Dru and Sheila?"
"No problem. They're in the other room. We finished cleaning a while ago. Honestly, it was only Dru's job, but we decided to pitch in."
"Dru was supposed to clean?"
"Well my job was to guard you and tend to your needs, but you might as well be sleeping beauty."
Marc face dropped, "I'm sorry my uncle made you watch over me."
"Huh?" Xander scratched his head "I volunteered to do this, so did Dru and Sheila. We were all worried about you."
"Really?"
"Isn't it normal for friends to worry about each other? Especially if one is reeling from the onslaught of a Shift. I'm also worried about Ken and Trevor. Ken is newly shifted, and Trevor only shifted a month ago."
Marc lifted his hands. His strength was returning, that had been much easier. He thought about last night. "Hey Xander, what's it like for a cowman after shifting."
"That's a pretty good question." Xander closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "Think about it like this. Let's say a cowman's body is an apartment."
Marc shot him a questioning glance.
"Okay a really nice apartment." Xander shrugged, "All your life you live in that apartment, it has all your belongings, you know where everything is. Then one day, you wake up and you're living in a mansion. All your stuff from before is still there, but now you have extra rooms and space that you didn't before. You have to learn to navigate the new space."
"Huh?"
"Did that help?" Xander tried to read Marc's expression but couldn't interpret it.
Marc looked at Xander and smiled, "Yeah, I think that helps me paint a clearer picture of what Ken and Trevor are going through."
Xander's eyes lit up as he heard Marc's reassuring words.
A soft knock came at the door, in stepped Dru and Sheila. Dru was carrying a tray with a bowl of soup, bread, and a water bottle on the side. Sheila walked in behind him looking proud as ever. She quickly sat beside Marc.
"Marc, you're going to love this! What Dru whipped up is amazing."
Marc became painstakingly aware a girl was sitting next to him while he was in his underwear. He tried not to think about it and graciously accepted the tray from Dru.
"Thank you, but you know I'm not sick, right?" The steam carried the aroma from the soup right into Marc's nostrils."
"The way you've been sleeping, you might as well be." Dru said bringing a spoonful to Marc's mouth.
Xander laughed walking over and sitting at the foot of the bed. Marc was now surrounded by Cowmen. Some people probably considered this heaven, but Marc would have traded it in a heartbeat for some pants.
Marc blew on the hot food, before opening his mouth and swallowing it down. The flavor exploded on his tongue and he had no complaints when the warmth hit his stomach.
"That was amazing, I didn't know you could cook Dru."
Sheila laughed, "How could you? When you spend all your time with Ken and Trevor. I mean they're your charges, so I get why you spend most of your time, but you never make time to see us."
"Sheila!" Dru shouted.
She looked at Dru shocked, "What? I'm only stating facts. Does Marc ever hang around us when Ken and Trevor aren't there? I mean we were all worried about him. I think it's only right we point this out."
Marc stared down at his food what could he say.
Sheila reached out her hand and tilted Marc's chin up, "That wasn't fair of me. This isn't entirely you're fault either. Ken and Trevor stick to you like glue. They really monopolize you. Trevor's a little better now, but still."
She was right. Marc knew it. He couldn't pretend their friendship was a two-way street. He treated them more like friendly acquaintances. Heck, hadn't he been thinking of getting Xander to describe what being a breeder was like. But Marc knew he still had no intentions of helping Xander figure out a future path.
Marc sat the tray on the bed. "I think the reason we're always together is because originally, no one else on the farm wanted to associate with them. That combined with me not knowing anyone, it worked out well. Maybe too well." He wasn't trying to make an excuse, but explain why the three had developed so closely.
"Yeah but now there's us!" Dru shouted. We're their friends and yours too. We'll hangout with all of you!"
"Of course, no one cares about why people didn't like them." Sheila added.
"Is that true though?" Marc said looking up, He had his eyes locked onto one person, Xander. "You're in the older group. Did the Cowmen really get over it, or not?"
Xander shuffled in his seat, running his left hand behind his neck. "Everyone wants to get along. It's better if the Cowmen living here do their best to get along with the Cowmen moving in."
"But judging by what Marc's saying you guys didn't do that for Ken and Trevor when they came." Sheila shot at him. The look on her face revealed she was just as curious as Marc was.
Dru also sat in silence wondering what the answer was for the ostracization of Ken and Trevor.
Xander let his eyes fall to the bed not far from where Marc's feet where. "Don't you guys think they smell?"
He was talking to Sheila and Dru, but all three of the other teenagers there exchanged glances.
"They smell like lower-tier cowman, so what?" Dru said getting angry. Marc had to grab his tray afraid Dru would hit the bed, causing the food to spill. "Is that what you guys are so afraid of?" Marc was not jealous of the angry stares Sheila and Dru were giving Xander.
Xander's head shot up. "Lower-tier Cowmen? Have two you ever smelled lower tier cowmen?"
"No, but we know about it" Sheila said.
Xander stood up and spoke with a booming voice, "Then you shouldn't open your mouth concerning things you don't understand." Marc watched as Dru and Sheila flinched back. Xander eyes went to Marc. "You know about pheromones, right? They exist. Humans emit them even if they don't actively notice or control it." Xander looked over to Dru, "However Cowmen can notice pheromones. Smelling a tier of a cowman is like having something extra in your pheromones. It's not a bad smell, it's just there. Like a treat for your nose." He turned his attention back to Sheila, "I have never smelled low-tier Cowmen like those two."
"What are you saying?" Sheila asked. Marc had to agree he had no idea where this was heading.
"If they were low tier, then their pheromones should be unnoticeable by even Marc, right?"
Dru nodded, "Of course Marc can't smell them. We had to describe the scent to him the first time."
"Is that true though?" It was time for Xander to turn the tables on Marc, "Rather I should say, since you've been here have you ever smelled something from Ken and Trevor, besides regular B.O.?"
Marc opened his mouth to speak when a knock came at the door. Uncle T cracked the door open "Sorry, to interrupt. I wanted to talk to my nephew in private for a bit."
"Can you give us 1 min?" Marc said. The four of them situated around the bed made them look like regular teenager having laidback conversation.
Xander turned back to look at the others. His face had softened. "Sorry, I got more worked up than I meant to. Forget what I said."
There was no way Marc could do that. The gears that were meandering about in his head. They were set to turn and were picking up speed as he processed the information.
The three Cowmen quickly dismissed themselves as Uncle T came in.
"I'm sorry I had to leave you today."
"It's fine Uncle T." Marc wondered if his food was getting cold.
"No, it's not." Uncle T set his hand on Marc's shoulder, "I've been busy preparing for our Fall season. We have more Cowmen coming and for that we'll be taking on new workers."
"Even more people?"
"Don't worry. It'll all look the same in your eyes. You probably won't notice the difference."
"Yeah I mean if you're working to keep everyone's work schedules tight I can see how that'd take all day.
Uncle T pulled away from Marc, "That wasn't the only thing I was doing. I also went the local prison to visit Princeton."
Now that was a surprise to Marc. He knew Uncle T could easily read his expression.
"I wanted to see if he knew why Randall wanted him to live at my farm."
"What did he say?"
"Princeton said he didn't know about the will. I believe him." He lowered his gaze. "He looked awful; I think I should visit him more often." Uncle T was sharing his thoughts out loud. His attention wasn't on Marc any longer.
Before Uncle T left, he shared that, Ken and Trevor were on a time out of sorts and would be spending the night at other houses. He also told Marc that they'd need to go shopping to pick up school supplies.
"Also, you do know we're going to have to talk about you having sex, right?" Uncle T walked out. It was a rhetorical question.
Marc let his body sink into the bed. He had completely forgot summer was coming to an end and school would be right around the corner. His days at the farm had warped his sense of time. His mind drifted off to sleep for the final time that day.
The next morning, sounds echoed through the house. Sounds of people rushing. The door to Ken's room swung open. There stood Ken and Trevor panting, both out of breath.
Marc had just gotten his pants on. It felt nice to move around again. His head turned when he spotted his two charges, forcing the door open. He took a good look at them both.
Trevor with his healthy brown Brazilian skin and black hair neatly combed. He wore a graphic red T shirt and cargo shorts. Ken had his golden tan and was sporting a curly undercut. He was adorned with a black shirt and dark blue jeans.
Comparing the two Marc could see Ken was slightly taller than Trevor now, but Trevor was a wider and more muscular.
"Good Morning!" Marc said, the smile plastering itself across his face. The two Cowmen rushed him, wrapping him in a hug and falling back onto the bed.