Transformed

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Transformed - Chapter 5: A New Producer

Winter had turned to spring and then quickly moved into summer. It had been nine months since Lucas had come into the household and he had settled into his new life. His mouth and ass were used on command as Richard pleased and he had seen some improvement in his overall tone and muscle strength from his daily workouts. Gimp even commented on how good he was doing. His only other main task was to care for Bull. He had come to adore the lumbering oaf and the feeling was mutual. While its production had momentarily increased when Lucas arrived, it had trailed again and even though Gimp had increased the dosage of its daily injections, it was clear that things were not improving.

Lucas was concerned for Bull and he was afraid, even though the beast had the most minimal IQ, that it could sense its nervousness. When Richard came in to tell them to report to the basement for an intake ceremony, it only made the feeling worse.

"What is going on?" Lucas asked Gimp as they descended into the basement.

"Master has found a new candidate to become a protein producer," Gimp said.

"What does that mean for Bull?" Lucas asked.

Gimp looked at Lucas and tried to comfort him.

"Not to worry. Bull will be fine. It could take up to a year to get a new candidate up to the level of top production, I suspect. In the meantime, he will take the stress off Bull and it will mean I won't have to give it as much of its meds. They are not good for it at the levels Bull is at."

Lucas stared at the floor as they walked over to the side of the room. Bull was waiting for them and smiled immediately when it saw Lucas and leaned down to rub on him and hug him. Lucas felt a tear fall from his eyes as he embraced it back.

"It will be ok, Slave," Gimp said. "Try to compose yourself."

Lucas wiped his eyes and knelt on the floor next to Bull and Pup as Gimp moved to place the jars, candles, and implements on the altar. He lit the wicks and some incense in a burner before turning out the lights and coming over to kneel with the rest of the objects.

Richard came down several minutes later. He had his horned headgear on and was prepping a cigar to light it. Seeing the large, satyr-like man walk across the room still made Lucas's mouth water. He even felt a dribble of precum fall from behind his balls.

"Pup?" Richard said as he turned to the three of them. "Go greet our guest. He will be here soon."

"Yes, Master!" Pup replied as he crawled over and then walked up the staircase.

Lucas was unsure why Pup was always tasked with greeting potentials. Perhaps the missing balls of Gimp or his missing cock would be too much of a shock for a new boy. As they waited in silence, Richard blazed the front of his cigar and pulled on it before releasing a cloud of smoke into the air above the altar.

When the stairs creaked, Lucas turned and saw in the dim light of the room Pup descending followed by another figure. Richard called him over and as he neared the lights of the altar, Lucas could see that the young man was impressively built. He had thick arms and legs and a massive pelt of fur on his chest. His cock looked to be above-average as were his balls and he had a few days of growth in his beard. The boy could not have been more than about Lucas's age, though. He looked like he might have played football for the local community college.

"Have you come to submit, boy?"

"Yes, indeed!" the boy replied. "My name is Chip!"

"I didn't ask for your former name, boy!" Richard boomed. "Kneel before the altar!"

The boy looked frightened, but he complied.

"So, you desire total control, submission, and domination?" Richard asked.

"I do, Sir," Chip responded.

"And you wish to give your mortal body over to me for the rest of your natural life to be used and altered as I see fit?"

"Yes," Chip replied. "As we discussed, I love to cum. So, if you want to drain me dry every day, that is fine. Whatever you desire, Sir."

Lucas took a breath as he watched the interaction, remembering how he had gone through the same thing last year. As he watched Richard puff on his cigar, he wondered if the boy truly understood what he was getting himself into.

"Your journey begins tonight, boy," Richard said. "I will control how you live your life from now on. The first step is to start the process of ending your current life so you can start a new one here. I understand you are about to be kicked out on the street?"

"Yeah," Chip replied. "Flunked every one of my courses this term and even the football team is pissed at me. I just can't seem to learn anything. The only reason I got out of high school was my cheating. Sorry, just kind of dumb, I guess."

Richard smiled.

"Intelligence is not a requirement for this position, boy. All I care about is that you have a high sex drive and are willing to produce for me."

"Oh, I am good for that," Chip replied with a grin. "I can jack off four times a day if I need to. Big loads too. Huge!"

The grin stayed on Richard's face as he smoked.

"Very well. Begin the process of scrubbing your existence from the internet, cancel and discard your cell phone, and sell off all that you own. Get rid of everything except the clothes that you came here in. Start the process of canceling and paying off your outstanding debts. Do you have enough to cover all of them?"

"Well, there is an issue there," Chip said. "I kind of owe a lot."

"After you have sold everything and paid what you can, let me know what the balance is and I will cover it," Richard said.

"Great!" Chip replied. "Thank you!"

"I want you to return here two weeks from Monday. Tell anyone you know the story that you are moving overseas and will not be reachable. End all your relationships. Then I will know you are ready to truly submit."

"Not a problem, Sir!" Chip said. "I'm kind of a loner anyway."

"Hear me, boy," Richard boomed. "If you do all of this and return, your life as you know it will be over. You will belong to me. I will control your body and your cock."

"Yes, Sir," Chip responded.

"Pup! Lead him away!"

Pup crawled and then got to his feet and led the boy up the stairs. When he was gone, Richard removed his headgear and scratched his forehead before turning on the lights. Lucas closed his eyes and blinked to get accustomed to the brightness of the room as Richard began to speak.

"Gimp, clean the room. Slave, go milk Bull, and then report to my bedroom after. I need to fuck that pussy before bed."

"Yes, Sir!" Lucas replied as Richard turned and left.

The following week, two men appeared at the house and began construction on an additional stall next to the one Bull occupied in the milking room. While they were there, they upgraded the benches and added extra padding for comfort. A new milking machine was ordered and set up in the area and a fresh coat of paint gave the room a bright and fresh appearance. When Lucas led Bull down for his evening production after the completion of the renovations, he was amazed. The tube that milked Bull had been permanently attached to the bench. After lubrication, the beasts would only have to lay down on the padded furniture and insert their udders. There was no more need for any harnesses or monitoring. Bull seemed pleased at the new digs and after it got into position, Lucas threw the switch and let the machine do its work. As he sat down behind to brush Bull's leg hair, he caressed the beast gently.

"How are you doing, Bull?"

Bull's calloused hooves curled and a pleasant sound emanated from the front of the stall.

"Is it all settled in?" Gimp asked as he walked into the room.

"Yeah, Bull seems to like the new digs," Lucas replied as he brushed. "I'm hoping it gets along with the new fella."

Gimp smiled.

"I am sure it will be fine. Are you going to be able to handle two at once, though?"

"Yeah, no worries," Lucas replied. "Especially with this new setup. I don't have to monitor them as closely. Just flip the switch, let them get milked, and then turn it off."

"Not bad!" Gimp replied as he turned to prepare the syringes for them both.

"Are you reducing his drugs?" Lucas asked.

"Yes," Gimp replied. "But very slowly. As I mentioned, it will take some time for the new cow to get up to full production. We need Bull to do what it can to keep up till then."

"Listen, Gimp," Lucas said. "I don't want to sound worried, but you are giving me the same drugs. Should I be concerned about the side effects?"

"No," Gimp replied. "You are only getting a small fraction of the dose. You can think of this stuff like any drug. In high doses, the body can become addicted. It can take more over time to get the same effect. Add in the natural aging process and the fact that semen production wanes naturally over time anyway and you can see where this is going. Honestly, it is the effects on the brain that are hurting Bull the most. As you are aware, it reduces mental capacity. If a subject is kept on high doses for too long, the brain can become so damaged that the subject dies."

"Yeah, I get it," Lucas replied as he rubbed Bull's haunches. "It's for the best."

"Cheer up," Gimp said. "And stand up. Time for your injection."

The next Monday evening, Lucas found himself kneeling in the dark room again. The altar was set up and Richard stood behind it. Pup came down leading a naked Chip and once he was placed in the center of the room, he handed the clothes that he came in over to Richard and the ceremony began.

"Have you followed my instructions?"

"Yes, Sir," Chip replied. "I appreciate you paying off all my bills. That there is the last thing I own. I have abstained from cumming for the past week. Got a bad case of blue balls, but I expect I'll be shooting a ton for you soon."

Richard took the clothes and turned and threw them in the furnace, before turning back to Chip. He showed the boy the contract and had him step up to sign it. He gave him the warning that once it was signed, he became Richard's property and would never leave the house again. Chip nodded his understanding and put his name on the document and then knelt again in front of the altar. When Richard snapped his fingers, Lucas and his companions approached.

Gimp was introduced first and Chip's eyes widened when he was shown the testicles that were floating in the jar. Pup was reintroduced and then Lucas was up. Chip grabbed his crotch in horror when he saw that Lucas had no cock.

"What happened to him, Sir?" Chip asked.

"Slave donated his prick to the altar of service," Richard said as he grabbed the tall jar and held up the large, pale member that once had been attached to Lucas. "And then there is Bull."

Bull stepped forward and Chip looked him over.

"He's so hairy! And his balls and dick! Holy fuck! How are they that size!"

"We call that its udder," Richard replied.

"I can see why!" Chip replied.

Richard snapped his fingers and Gimp moved to grab Chip. The boy was startled but offered little resistance as he was led over to a fuck bench that had been moved near the altar. As he was strapped in, Lucas could only imagine that he figured he was about to be given the ride of his life from the big, dicked satyr. However, nothing was farther from the truth. Chip's head faced the altar and Richard took a draw off his cigar before speaking.

"Your cock and balls will soon be enlarged and transformed to look like Bull's. You will be my new young cow and we will be milking you daily very soon."

"What?" Chip said with a raised voice. "How?"

"You will be given daily injections of a special drug that was made just for this purpose," Richard continued. "Over time, your balls will grow and swell and your dick will engorge. Your body will go into overdrive and produce hormones and semen at an increased rate. Your loads will triple or even quadruple in size every time you cum. Your body hair will thicken and lengthen to appear just as long as Bull's. With the addition of daily exercise, your muscles will grow and your body will strengthen. Soon, you may rival or surpass what Bull here looks like. It was smaller than you before the process began."

"Holy shit, man!" Chip replied. "I don't know about all of this!"

Richard grabbed a syringe and injected it into Chip's arm. As the sedative took hold, his eyes became watery and glass-like and he relaxed.

"It's too late to back out now," Richard said. "I've invested too much in you already."

Lucas watched as his Master moved around to the altar and picked up the branding iron. He opened the furnace and plunged it inside and then turned to pick up a device from the altar. As he brought it near Chip, Lucas could see a yellow tag with a barcode on it similar to Bull's.

"Hold still," Richard said as he brought the device up to Chip's ear and squeezed it.

The boy whimpered and the yellow tag stayed attached to his cartilage.

"That tag has your unique barcode on it," Richard said. "We will use it to track your production over time and ensure you are ramping up as you should."

Chip strained on the bench and twisted his head as Richard returned to the furnace. He turned the iron poker in the coals for a while till it was heated up. When it was red hot, he pulled it out and moved towards the boy.

"Each of my objects has donated to the altar of service," Richard said as he walked towards and around Chip. "Gimp gave his testicles, Pup gave the function of his genitals, Slave gave his cock, and Bull took my brand to seal their contract with me. Now, it is time for you to take that same brand to officially become one of my cattle."

Richard plunged the iron forward and as the round symbol hit Chip's left ass cheek, his body jerked in the restraints and he screamed in pain. Lucas could hear the sizzling of the flesh and the foul smell came right after. When Richard removed the iron, Chip was left with black-seared flesh that was in the shape of a circle with an R in the middle, just like Bull's brand.

"Well done," Richard said as he placed the iron on the concrete floor to cool. "You are now officially part of the household. For now, your temporary name will be Calf. At least until you are ready for full production and graduate to being called Bull."

Calf cried in the restraints as Richard picked up another syringe and brought it close.

"Now, time to take a nap. There is one more small thing to take care of. You see, cows don't talk. So, we are going to paralyze your vocal cords with a quick procedure. In the future, you will be able to grunt and make sounds, but that will be all. I know you are excited and can't wait to start your journey, so I won't make you wait."

Before Calf could speak, Richard plunged the drug into the beast's arm and it lost consciousness and went limp.

"Calf is ready," Richard said. "Pup, go get the doctor upstairs. Gimp, I will need your help moving it when he comes down. In the meantime, prepare its first injection."

"It is already ready, Master," Gimp said as he moved into the milking room. "I prepared it earlier."

Lucas watched as everyone moved around. As the lights came on, he looked over at Bull who looked to be unconcerned. Lucas rubbed its back and it grunted and leaned on the boy.

"I wonder if any of this is registering in that dumbed-down brain of yours, buddy."

When Gimp returned, he had a large syringe in his hands. It looked to Lucas like double the dose that Bull normally got.

"Does it really get that much?" Lucas asked.

"At first," Gimp said. "It is a controlled procedure. We ramp it up quickly and then back down the dosage before building it up again. Calf will be ok. I promise."

As the drugs were injected into Calf's ass, Dr. Leeds appeared down the staircase with another man dressed in white carrying a portable gurney. They placed the device on the ground and Gimp assisted in unstrapping and lifting Calf onto it. When it was positioned correctly, everyone got together and lifted, with some struggle, and then made their way carefully up the staircase and into a waiting van outside.

The next morning, the van returned and Calf was brought into the room at the end of the hall that was used for recuperating. Lucas remembered it from after his operations. Gimp checked in on it first, but Lucas was told to sit and watch it in the late morning. As the boy walked into the room, he could see that Calf was bound to the bed with a thin sheet covering it. A large, gold septum ring had been placed in its nose and Lucas could see the ear tag with the barcode more clearly. An IV had been inserted in its arm and it was being given drugs for any pain and to calm it. Lucas pulled back the sheet to look at Calf's groin. Another gold ring encircled his balls and cock and he rubbed them.

"It won't be long till this udder will be ten times that size."

As he pulled the sheet back up, he sat in the chair next to the bed and watched Calf sleep. At about 10 am, Lucas saw the beast's eye flutter and open. It blinked twice before looking at Lucas. Its mouth opened, but only gasps came out. No sound.

"Shh," Lucas said. "The doctor said it is not good to try to use your voice. You don't have one anymore anyway."

A look of panic crossed the beast's eyes.

"Listen, Calf, it is best not to struggle or raise your blood pressure," Lucas said. "I've been where you are. Though, I woke up with my cock cut off. At least you have days of being jacked off and cumming in your future. Relax. You aren't going anywhere. I promise you will be safe here."

Calf pulled on the restraints and tossed in the bed. Lucas pushed the button next to the IV and Dr. Leeds entered soon after.

"Is there something wrong?"

"It is struggling," Lucas said. "You might need to sedate it again."

"Yeah, you are probably right," Leeds said as he grabbed some meds and plunged them into the IV.

As Calf drifted off, Lucas rubbed its chest.

"You'll be ok. I'll take good care of you."

It took a week for Calf to be cleared by the doctor to be let out of bed. Its throat was still sore, but it was otherwise healthy. It was still getting a double dose of the meds for its udder, but its appetite had returned and it was less combative. When Gimp came in to wake it for its first milking, it stood and grabbed the boy's arm and stared at him.

"What is it, Calf?" Gimp asked.

Calf moved its hands like it wanted something to write with and Gimp smiled.

"I am sorry, little fella. Master has strict rules for you. You need to learn to communicate nonverbally. It will take some time, but we will learn to understand you. Eventually, you might be able to make small noises as your throat heals. But you need to forget about reading and writing. From now on, your whole life will be sleeping, eating, exercising, and cumming."

Gimp patted Calf's balls when he ended his sentence and Calf pantomimed like it was injecting himself in his arm.

"Yes, Calf," Gimp said. "I began your injections the night you joined us. Before too long you will have long, thick hair over your body and a huge udder to be proud of. That will take time, though. In the meantime, just concentrate on resting and exercising. You'll learn your place around here soon."

Calf appeared frustrated and looked at its feet.

"Don't be frustrated, it will get better," Gimp said. "One of the side effects of these drugs is your brain will start to loosen up. Once you start losing IQ points, you won't even care about talking. Bull went through this same process and it has turned out to be a very lovable beast. You will too!"

Calf looked horrified as Gimp clipped a leash on its temporary collar and led it down to the basement. As they entered the milking room, Lucas turned to smile. He had already hooked Bull up and was brushing his hair.

"Good morning, Calf!"

Calf nodded at Lucas before looking at the device that Bull's udder was inserted into. He saw the machine pulsing and sucking on the beast and instinctively grabbed his balls.

"Slave, can you help Calf into position for its first milking session?" Gimp asked.

"Sure!" Lucas replied as he walked over and gently grabbed Calf's arm and moved it over to the new stall that had been made for it.

"Crawl in just like Bull is here," Lucas said. "Once you are in, I'll guide your udder into position."

Calf paused and looked like it was scared.

"Come on, buddy," Lucas said as he patted the leather-covered bench. "It won't hurt. In fact, it should feel really good! You are about to have some intense orgasms!"

Calf moved forward, slowly, and mounted the bench in the stall. As it pushed its body forward, Lucas grabbed its udder and stroked it. It immediately engorged with blood and Calf's hooves curled. Lucas rubbed the new beast's ass gently to calm it as he continued to stroke its udder. When it was on its way to hard, he pointed it towards the tube between its legs.

"Now, Calf, just slide forward and you will feel your udder insert into the device," Lucas said. "I already pre-lubed it for you."

Calf did as it was told and when its udder was in position, Lucas switched on the machine. As it revved up, the suction took hold and began to massage his shaft. Calf groaned and its body shook. Lucas continued to pet its ass to comfort him.

"There you go. Just relax and let this thing work on you. I know you need those balls drained!"

Calf must have enjoyed the sensation, as it calmed down and pushed deep into the machine to let it get a firm grip on it. Lucas turned to pick up the brush to continue to comb Bull while monitoring Calf. As he did, Gimp walked over and gently squeezed Calf's balls.

"Do you notice any difference?" Lucas asked.

"Not yet," Gimp said. "But it is still really early in the process. I am sure it has a wicked case of blue balls, though. I noticed that its sheets were wet around its groin when I woke it this morning and it had a bad case of morning wood."

"I miss morning wood," Lucas replied as he felt his groin.

"Your balls have enlarged some, I see," Gimp replied with a smile.

"Yeah, I noticed that too," Lucas said. "I'd say at least fifty percent bigger than they were when I came here. I know my hormone levels are just as high. Every time Master fucks me there is a river of precum flowing out the back of my balls."

Gimp chuckled as he plunged a syringe into Calf's ass. The beast groaned and flinched, but as the suction ramped up, pleasurable sounds returned quickly.

"I've begun to lower its dose," Gimp said. "We will continue to do two shots a day this week and then just one in the evening at the same time as Bull's starting next week."

"How long will it be till things do start changing?" Lucas asked.

"Well, for Bull, it took about two months before its balls increased in size. By six months it was double the size and by a year it was almost the size he is now. Calf's hair should start thickening and growing by next month, though. Be sure to monitor it and groom it as needed."

"Ok," Lucas replied.

"Overall intelligence will drop rather quickly," Gimp said. "By six to nine months, it will be at the same level as Bull here, which on the IQ scale is about a 50. Just be sure to watch it as the months progress. As it regresses, it can become confused and frightened. Just show it the same love and attention you give Bull and it will be fine."

"Well, Bull is still my favorite," Lucas said louder as he rubbed Bull's haunches. "I'm your favorite too, right, Bull?"

Bull shook its leg and groaned in approval and Gimp smiled. Soon after, Calf shook and groaned louder.

"You ok, Calf?" Lucas asked as he turned to him.

Calf jerked twice and then Lucas saw its udder explode and cum fill the tube before it was milked away. Calf squeezed its ass and its hooves curled tight as the sensation rocked its body.

"Good, boy!" Lucas said with excitement.

"Nice job indeed!" Gimp replied. "Hell of a first load!"

Calf groaned again as its body went limp. It tried to pull out of the device, but Lucas grabbed its ass and held it.

"Nope!" Lucas said loudly. "Hold still, Calf! Hold still!"

Calf was not having any of it and tried to pull out again, so as Lucas held it down, Gimp grabbed a leather strap that was attached to the bench and pulled it over its waist and secured it on the other end so it was immobilized. Calf fought against the bench several times until it realized that its udder would continue to be milked.

"It must be really sensitive after cumming," Lucas replied.

"Bull was the same way," Gimp said as he moved back. "It just takes getting used to."

"How long do we keep Calf on there?" Lucas asked.

"Just monitor its loads," Gimp said. "If the next one is large, then go for a third, if it is lighter, then use your best judgment."

"Ok," Lucas replied as Bull grunted and shot its load into the machine.

"Good, Bull!" Lucas replied as he rubbed the beast's ass.

We should be able to increase our production quotas over the near term with two of them!" Gimp replied with a smile.

Lucas continued to monitor and Gimp cleared some things away. When he returned, he had a tub of cream in his hand and some rubber gloves.

"What's that?" Lucas asked.

"Put the gloves on," Gimp said. "I need you to apply this cream to the bottom of Calf's hooves."

"What is it for?" Lucas asked as he snapped the gloves on.

"It will start to toughen up the skin," Gimp said. "It will be spending the rest of its life barefoot moving between the backyard, house, and basement, and most of that time will be standing up. It needs to start building some thick calluses like Bull has to be comfortable. Just don't get any on your skin and only apply it to the bottom."

"Will it hurt it? Lucas asked.

"It will feel warm, but it will not hurt," Gimp replied. "I need to go up and get breakfast started. Are you good?"

"Yup!" Lucas said as he took a glob of the yellow lotion and applied it to the bottom of Calf's hooves.

Calf curled its toes as Lucas rubbed. The skin was already somewhat tough, but nowhere near as hard and thick as Bull's.

"Hopefully, this will help you build up some padding," Lucas said.

Calf had another orgasm about fifteen minutes later, but the production was less than half of the first time. Lucas decided it was likely done for the morning and switched the machine off but left it strapped in while Bull was milked. When the fifth and final load came out of Bull, Lucas pulled both of their udders from the tubes and cleaned them both with his mouth. Calf seemed to enjoy that a lot.

Lucas let Bull out of his stall first before unstrapping Calf and letting him out. As the younger beast stood up, it rubbed his balls and moaned.

"Now, keep your hands off, Calf," Lucas said. "You have two more milkings to go today."

Calf's eyes widened as Lucas rubbed both beast's arms.

"Bull, can you show your younger brother upstairs for breakfast?" Lucas asked.

Bull smiled and shook its head and then guided Calf out of the room as Lucas turned to lift the lid on the machines to check how much was collected. Bull's production was down, as expected, but the addition of what Calf had produced would put them ahead of quota for the day already. Lucas filled two flasks one with Bull's cum and one with Calf's. He scanned and recorded the volume of each before combining them into one container and turning to clean the machines before heading upstairs.

When Lucas arrived in the kitchen, Richard was eating at the table, the two dogs were finishing their bowls and the two cows were against the wall with their faces in their buckets. Lucas saw that a new brown leather collar had been put on Calf that matched the one that Bull wore.

"I like Calf's new collar!" Lucas replied as he put the jar of cum on the counter.

"It just came in yesterday," Richard replied. "Is that the production for this morning?"

"Yes, Master," Lucas replied. "A good bit more with Calf's addition."

"Excellent!" Richard replied. "Be sure we let people know that extra Lighting Boost is available, Gimp. This will help bring some money in over the summer and fall."

"Yes, Sir," Gimp replied.

"Keep working with it," Richard said to Lucas. "And let me know if there are any problems."

"I will, Sir," Lucas replied.