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Thank God I'm A Country Boy
a story written by
Agent M

1

	The sun beamed down onto the hood and dashboard of my 
truck, and into my eyes as well. I don't know why I picked this 
assignment in the first place. It's too hot down here in the summer, 
and there's nothing but desert for miles. And that sun! I think the 
sun is hotter in Texas than anywhere else. But since most of my 
summer experience has been the eastern coast of Canada, I wasn't 
used to the heat.
	"Of all the stupid places to try and sell computer parts." I said 
to myself as I adjusted the radio. Nothing was coming in, only static. 
It was as if even the radio signals died out here. "I don't even think 
people around here have electricity, let alone a computer." I finally 
gave up on the radio, and pushed a CD into the slot. For the next half 
hour, it was just me, the desert, and "In the Hall of the Mountain 
King".

	It was about the time when "The Sabr� Dance" was finishing 
when I came across the farm. It seemed really out of place, a lush 
island of green in a sea of sand and rock. As I drove closer, 
something else caught my attention. The farm was doing extremely 
well. It appeared to be growing corn or something. "Must be some 
sort of an underground river or well." It only took me a few minutes 
to reach the gate, at which point I immediately got myself and my 
sales pitch ready. After straightening my tie and grabbing my 
briefcase, I stepped out of the car. "Jesus! I thought it was hot in the 
truck! It must be a thousand degrees out here." I walked up to the 
large wooden gate, and noticed the rusty mailbox. "Cute." I smirked 
to myself. "As if anyone came out here besides fools and salesmen, or 
both."
	The farm looked like the usual television depiction. A large red 
barn with the paint peeling off, a white two-story farm house, and 
fields of neatly grown corn. At least, I think it was corn. Rather 
brazenly, I walked up to the farm house and knocked on the door. No 
reply. I knocked again. Still no answer. I kicked myself over my own 
stupidity. "This is a farm, they're probably out working, duh!" I 
stepped off the porch and onto the brown soil. It almost seemed red, 
like on the farms on Prince Edward Island.
	As I walked towards the big red barn, I managed to survey the 
area a bit. It didn't appear that there were any other farms within 
the immediate area, let alone any other signs of life. At the far east 
of the property, I think it was east, there were three tall silver silos. 
"Probably corn or wheat. Rather new looking though." The barn was 
located behind the house, which gave me the opportunity to discover 
the rusted remains of an old Dodge pickup. A quick look confirmed 
my suspicions; it was definitely old. The license plate read �37, what 
was left of it any way. But, I had no time for admiring such a 
beautiful automobile. I had been there for over ten minutes, and still 
hadn't even begun to make a sale. Some noises in the barn caught my 
attention, and I immediately walked towards it.
	Standing in front of the two huge doors, I slowly looked up, and 
up, and up! "Hot damn, it's huge!" I said, as I wiped some sweat from 
my forehead with my handkerchief. I raised my hand and pounded 
on the colossal wooden doors. The noise was so loud it shocked the 
animals inside, and me as well. After a few more moments of 
waiting, I turned to leave, when a sweet southern accent stopped me 
in my tracks.
	"What'd y'all doin' disturbin' all my animals?"
	I turned around, to see a small blonde head poking out of a 
small door. You know, the kind that are cut in two and can open at 
the top or bottom. Well, only the top was open, and all I could see 
was her cute blonde head poking over the bottom door. Her hair was 
drawn into two pigtails on either side of her head, and held there by 
some string or rubber bands or something. Her face was that of a 
teenager, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and was pure and 
unblemished. Apparently, nature had been kind to her.
	"Oh, I'm sorry miss." I apologized, removing my hat. My sweaty 
head was exposed to the hot sun, and I felt dirty. "The name's 
McKenzie, Robert McKenzie. I work for Mitchell Isaac and Bradley 
computers."
	She smiled at me, showing off her perfectly straight white 
teeth. "Oh, y'all are a salesman, aint ya?"
	I returned the smile, and nodded. "Yes miss. I'm selling 
computer systems and parts. I was wondering if you would be 
interested in purchasing some items. For your business, of course."
	She smiled even wider now, her blue eyes shining as if they 
were tiny blue suns. "Oh! Y'all are sellin' computer parts, are ya? 
Well, what'cha got Mr. McKenzie?"
	"Maybe we could discuss this inside? I'm afraid I'm not used to 
the heat."
	"Oh of course! Where're my manners? Why don't y'all follow 
me to the house."
	She opened the bottom door and I swear my jaw hit the ground 
faster than a SeaKing helicopter. First of all, she wasn't wearing a 
shirt. Instead, she was wearing a pair of overalls, which just barely 
covered her figure. And what a figure it was! Each breast had to be 
as big as her head, if not bigger. They hung without support, 
squeezed into the rough fabric of the jeans. The bib of her overalls 
were just barely covering her areola, and her nipples were 
noticeable, even through the thick fabric. Her skin, what I could see 
of it, was covered in a light tan as well as a slight peppering of 
freckles.
	"What? Y'all never seen a full figured gall before?" she teased, 
her hands on her hips. "No miss, I mean, not like you."
	"Aw, shucks. Y'all embarrasin' mah." she blushed, biting her 
pinky.
	I cleared my throat, and we proceeded to the farm house, 
where I was presented with a large glass of lemonade. It was a 
welcome relief to the sun beaming down on my sweaty head. Before 
I could get into my sales routine, she began to question me.
	"Now, where are y'all from that you would consider this li'l ol' 
sunny day a scorcher?"
	I took another sip of my lemonade. Damn, it was good. "Oh, I'm 
originally from Canada. I just moved to..."
	"Oh! Y'all are from Canaja?" She looked surprised, and I don't 
think I could have impressed her more even if I told her I was from 
Neptune. That is, if she didn't get Neptune and Nevada confused. "No 
wonder y'all so hot. I guess y'all aren't used to there bein' no snow 
on the ground, aint ya?"
	I tried not to smile, and took another sip of my lemonade. 
"Well, we don't have snow all the time."
	"Oh, �kay. So, Mr. McKenzie, what kind of computer parts is 
y'all sellin'?"
	"Well, mainly hard drives, CD rom drives, speakers, monitors, 
towers... you know, the usual stuff."
	"Does y'all gots the new Pentium III with 37.6 gig hard drive, a 
32x CD rom and 300 megs of ram?"
	I almost choked on an ice cube. "How the hell does she know so 
much about computers?" I thought to myself. "I doubt she can even 
spell it."
	She looked at me in confusion. He arms were crossed, and her 
generous mounds were resting on them. "Are you alright?"
	"Cough! Oh, I'm fine. I just didn't realize you knew so much 
about computers."
	She smiled. "Well, Pa taught me a thing or two." She stood up, 
her mammoth chest bobbing in the strained overalls. Even the metal 
clasps were groaning under the strain. "Can I get y'all some more 
lemon-aid?"
	I wasn't about to decline. "Yes please. Tell me, where is your 
father? I would like to talk business with him as well."
	She stopped filling my glass, her back towards me. Two rather 
large pieces of white flesh were visible, even from behind. "Oh, he 
doesn't come around anymore. Not since he left us."
	I felt my face become hot. I'm sure that I turned beet red. "Oh. 
I'm most terribly sorry. I didn't mean to..."
	She turned around, her bosom shaking back and for. "Oh, that's 
alright. There aint no harm in askin'."
	I graciously accepted the new glass. "So, who lives here? 
Besides you, of course."
	She looked up at me, her blue eyes lacking the brightness they 
shone when we were outside. She didn't appear sad, yet she wasn't 
happy either. "Nobody, �cept fer me and da animals."
	"Oh, I'm sorry. I do apologize." Today just wasn't my day for 
talking to women.
	She smiled again, rather suddenly, the peppy smile which had 
disappeared only moments ago. "Don't sweat it, Mr. McKenzie!"
	"Please, call me Robert."
	"'Kay, Robbie!" She giggled, and I couldn't help but smile. She 
was only a few years younger than myself, I would have fallen head 
over heels for her in high school. If we had met in a bar or someplace 
where I wouldn't know her real age, I probably would have tried 
anything to have sex with her. But, I had to be a gentleman. And 
besides, I could lose a customer over a hard on. It was then that she 
said something I will remember for the rest of my life. It's simplicity 
and unpredictability was to forever change me.
	"Y'all wanna make out?"



	Now, I know what you're thinking. "How the hell can you sleep 
with her? She's only a child!" Well, I'm going to tell you now, I never 
slept with her at all.


	We didn't have time to sleep.

	I'm not afraid to say this, but it was the best night of my entire 
life. She was an animal, and gave me more stamina than all my 
previous years combined. I don't know how many times I came, or 
how many she came, it was all blurred in a night of sexual bliss. And 
by the time she was done with me (she was on top and doing 
extremely well I might add) I didn't have any energy at all. The last 
thing I remembered was the light of the sunrise pouring into the 
window over her naked body, as I fell asleep.



2

	I awoke in the afternoon. At least, I think it was the afternoon. 
The shades were down, but the light of day still shone through. I sat 
up and looked around. My head felt like it was full of cotton, and my 
mouth tasted like..., milk? Slowly, everything came back to me. The 
farm, the girl, the sex, and the milk. You see, her rather large breasts 
for some reason unknown, we lactating. And her milk was really 
good too! I began to get my bearings. Although my vision was a little 
foggy without my glasses, I could tell that she wasn't in the room 
with me, and neither were my clothes. After a stubbed toe and some 
obscenities, I found my glasses, and a pair of overalls. Apparently, I 
was going to have to work for last night's activity. I dressed in a 
hurry, jumping into the overalls and slipping on a brown work shirt, 
which I noticed was stretched in the chest area. She even had a 
baseball cap laying on a chair with the phrase "Got Milk?" written in 
large black letters, a little ironic to say the least.
	I ran downstairs and into the kitchen. There was a plate of 
bacon and eggs with toast and orange juice sitting on the table. After 
the experience I had last night, I was starved, and I wolfed down my 
breakfast, or was it lunch?
	On the table beside my plate was a small note, with Mr. 
MacKenzie written in excellent feminine penmanship. "I guess she's 
smarter than she looks..., or talks." I picked it up and opened it.

	Dear Robbie
		Thank you for last night, I had a great time.
	"So did I" I said to myself.
		When you wake up, would you mind helping me with 
some chores? I'm sure you wouldn't mind earning your keep, after 
seeing what the benefits of a hard day's work are. I'll be out in the 
barn, and I've got a surprise that you aint going to want to miss.

	OXOX

	After I read the note, I realized that I had just had the most 
incredible night of sex in my life, and I didn't even know the girl's 
name. I slipped on a ratty pair of sneakers that were left near the 
door, and walked slowly out to the barn. The sun was bright, but it 
wasn't as hot as the day before. I knocked on the barn door, and 
after no one answered, opened it.
	Inside it looked like most barns. There were stalls with hay, a 
feed bin, and chickens clucking and running around in circles. I 
looked up in the loft; nothing but hay. There were a couple of cows 
and horses in some of the nearby stalls, and I doubt if they really 
gave a damn who I was. "Man, this place smells like shit." I couldn't 
help but say it. "Well, it is a barn." I walked towards the back, when 
I heard something. It was like a muffled moan, or some sort of 
animal sound.
	"Hello?" I called softly, somewhat afraid of the answer I would 
receive. There was no response, except the moaning was a little 
louder. It sounded like... it was defiantly her. After uncountable 
hours of, you know, I knew that it was defiantly her. I ran towards 
the back, crouching behind an empty horse stall. Slowly, carefully, I 
poked my head around the corner. At first I couldn't see anything, 
but a muffled scream of pleasure caught my attention. I turned my 
head farther to the right..., feet. Human feet. Delicate dainty feminine 
feet, which led to a pair of sensually curved legs, and then to.... "Holy 
Shit!"
	I had to hold my hands over my mouth to keep from getting 
caught. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. The girl was sitting on 
some sort of a stool, and was being fucked by a cow! "I've heard 
about women who fucked animals, but Jesus Christ! A cow?" I'm not 
ashamed to say it, I had seen pictures of this sort of thing on porn 
sites before. Unless you're unfamiliar with just how big a horse or 
cow is, you should probably pay attention. To put it simply, they're 
huge. Almost all of them are over a foot long, and really thick. I 
mean, you'd either have to have one really huge cunt, or really know 
what you're doing to keep it from tearing you apart. "No wonder she 
fucked me so good last night..., she's been practicing for years." I 
thought.
	I poked my head around again. I couldn't see the front end of 
the cow, only the back. The blonde girl had her legs wrapped around 
it, as it impaled her with the biggest dick I had ever seen. It must 
have been over two feet long, but it was hard to tell because it spent 
most of the time inside of her. I then noticed something really 
strange about the cow, it was a cow. Unless you're from the city, you 
know that a cow is a female cow, and a bull is a male. Bulls are often 
one or two basic colours, like brown, white, or grey. This beast was 
the typical dairy cow black and white, which only the female have. 
Secondly, the cock didn't look like an animal cock. It looked too 
human. The balls, although extremely hairy, hung in a sack like a 
man's did. And the cock was curved upwards, with what appeared to 
be a circumcised head. My uncle had a sheep farm, and I used to 
watch the Discovery channel, so I knew what animal dicks looked 
like, and this wasn't you're average run-of-the-mill heifer.
	"Man, I thought those porn pictures of women fucking animals 
were either staged or involved really sick people..., this is really 
fucked up!"
	I pulled my head back around the corner and listened. I could 
make out her moans, but there was something else. It sounded like 
there was another woman, but she was drowned out by the sound of 
the bull-cow. It went on for what seemed like hours, and it may 
have, because by my count she came at least 12 times. Finally, she 
screamed, as the beast blew it's load deep inside of her. It let out one 
of the most horrifying sounds I had ever heard; a mixture of a 
painful "moo" and a woman's loudest orgasmic scream. It caused the 
chickens to scatter to the far end of the barn, and by the smell, most 
of the animals to shit themselves. This almost included me, but my 
breakfast hadn't gotten quite that far.
	I listened intently. For a few moments there was only the 
sound of heavy breathing, and dripping. Finally, I heard hooves, as 
the beast moved away from me, and farther towards the back of the 
barn. I poked my head around the corner. The girl was laying there, 
panting hard. Her hair was tangled and strewn around her, bits of 
hay clinging to it and her sweaty skin. She was completely naked, 
except for her boots, and a large white puddle of the cow's cum 
dripped from between her legs. Her breasts were visibly larger than 
last night and about the size of basketballs now. Milk covered their 
smooth surface, some still leaking from her erect nipples. With a 
grunt, she stood up, I couldn't believe my eyes. Her stomach bulged 
outwards, as if she had swallowed a basketball. She looked as if she 
was between five and seven months pregnant! She rubbed it, and 
smiled, as she slowly pushed her hands into her stomach. She began 
to mew quietly, as the drips of cow-cum slowly turned into a small 
stream. She pressed harder and harder, until it poured out like a 
faucet. "Oooooooh! She filled me up soooooooo good!" she moaned, as 
her breath quickened again.
	Meanwhile, I had both hands over my mouth. I wasn't sure if it 
was to keep me from screaming, or to keep from vomiting. "This is 
sick!" I thought to myself as I crawled backwards, trying to get away 
without letting her out of my sight. By now she had finished, I guess 
you would call it �emptying' herself, and was beginning to get 
dressed. She pulled her overalls over her curvaceous hips and 
shapely ass, and seemed a little miffed when she couldn't get the 
metal clasps of her overalls to hook together. With a grunt and a 
moan, she fastened the clips. Her breasts were defiantly bigger; flesh 
oozed out from the sides and top of the overall's bib, and it was 
stretched so much that you could make out every inch of her ass. 
Even her areola was visible, almost to the nipples, which looked like 
half-thumbs under the rough denim.
	Luckily for me, there was a conveniently placed pile of hay, 
which I was able to hide behind while she had struggled with her 
clothes. "What do I do?" I pondered to myself. "Do I run away and 
try to make it to the nearest town? She'd certainly hear my truck, 
and I don't have very much gas. But I can't just stay here, can I? 
Maybe if I just pretend that I didn't see it, and act as if I just came 
in. Then I can get some gas and get out of here."
	I poked my head around the hay. She was busy brushing bits 
of straw and dirt out of her hair, and slipping the golden strands 
through some elastics to form her familiar pigtails. She soon looked 
exactly like we first met, although a bit bustier, but I wasn't exactly 
complaining about that. "What's she doing now?" I said out loud, as 
she walked to the right side of the barn and past some stalls, 
eventually disappearing behind a plywood wall. After a little while, I 
heard a door open, then slam shut. I waited a few moments, then 
slowly stood up. I looked towards where the cow creature had gone, 
and shuddered. "Ummm, maybe I should follow the girl."
	I tried to creep silently towards where the door was, but all the 
straw, rocks, and chicken poop made than impossible. So, with a 
shrug, I walked over behind the plywood wall. Sure enough, there 
was a door. I went to open it, and stopped. I leaned closer and 
listened. She was humming, defiantly humming. "Deee, de de de de 
dum, de dum. Deeee de de de de dum, de dum." I began to hum the 
tune myself, it was the Green Acres theme. "Man, this is like Petticoat 
Junction meets the Rocky Horror film festival." I cracked the door 
open slowly, and looked inside. It appeared to be where they stored 
the feed and pesticides. At first I couldn't see her, but then she came 
into sight from the other side, carrying a dented red tin cup. "Must 
be getting chicken feed" I told myself.
	I was wrong. She walked towards some large silver tanks. They 
were like kegs, only taller, and not quite as thick. More like giant 
thermoses. I counted fifty of them, stacked in ten rows of five, and it 
appeared that there were a lot more in there. Another one rested on 
a crate nearby, a long black rubber hose coming out of the bottom. I 
strained my eyes to read what was printed on the side in yellow 
stenciled letters. "Damn! It's upside down! This is going to take 
awhile. Bo... Bovene, no, Bovine. Alright, Bovine Gr... Grub? Bovine 
Grub? No, wait, Bovine Grooow. Bovine Growth... Bovine Growth 
Hormone! That's it!"
	 I must have said it a bit to loud, because she seemed startled 
and began looking in my direction. I moved away from the door, and 
pressed my back against the wall. Have you even noticed that when 
you're trying to hide, your breathing sounds really loud? Mine 
sounded like the engine of a Mack truck. I began taking quick short 
breaths in an attempt to hide myself. The silence was broken when I 
heard liquid flowing and splashing against a metal surface. I looked 
through the crack in the door again. She was filling the cup with the 
hormones, it looked slightly thick, and was a sort of translucent blue 
colour. "She must be going to put that in the water for the cows, I 
hope she doesn't use it on that beast cow. I don't think she could 
handle a bigger cock."
	She didn't use it on the cows. What she did surprised me even 
more.


	She drank it.

	Without any hesitation at all. She lifted the cup to her lips and 
drank it as if it was just water! She even tilted her head back to 
make sure she got all of it. "Shit, I mean, shit man!" I whispered to 
myself, hoping she wouldn't hear me. "As if this place isn't fucked up 
enough already!" I felt as if I was going to throw up. "God knows 
what that stuff could do to her. I mean, it could poison her, or mutate 
her eggs so that she has freaks for kids!" I looked back in; she was 
getting another glass. I decided that this was a good time to 
disappear. I walked quickly, because the floors were full of animal 
shit and it was impossible to run, towards the door.

"Al'ight, who's out there?"

	I froze.  I had barely even started towards the door, and 
already she knew I was in the barn. Slowly, I turned around. The 
door was still closed, but I could hear her moving inside, soon 
followed by the ominous sound of a pump-action shotgun being 
loaded. I felt m cold sweat run down my face and all over my body. 
In my confusion, I began running towards the back of the barn, and 
stepped in a rather large and fresh cow pattie. With an "oh fuck": and 
a loud splat, I was on my back and full of shit. At first I just laid 
there, until I heard the door opening. The animals were spooked, and 
making an awful racket. I quickly rolled over and crawled past the 
back stalls and to where I had first saw the her with the heifer-
maphrodite. I sat up, pulled my legs into my body, and tried to 
breath in slow shallow breaths to no avail. The squishing of her slow 
footsteps grew louder and louder, as I saw her shadow stretch across 
the floor. Even in her shadow the gun was evident. I scurried farther 
away and around another corner, and bumped into something. I sat 
there, waiting for her to come. I'm not usually a religious man, but I 
whispered a prayer as I was sure my time had come. The black 
shadow of the shotgun crept around the corner, and I turned my 
head away. There was no way I could look at her with anything but 
disgust or shame. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up, half 
expecting to see Jesus himself standing there with an outstretched 
hand.


"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
BANG!






3

	I sat there, covered in animal filth as well as my own. The girl 
was laying on her back nearby, smoke still leaking out of the gun's 
barrel and rising slowly in a gentle whisp with the horrible smell of 
burnt gunpowder.

	But that wasn't why I had screamed. I don't think any kind of 
weapon could have scared me as badly as what I saw.

	Standing there was what I can only describe as a cowtaur. The 
lower body resembled a cow's exactly, except for the dick and balls. 
Where the head would be, was the all to familiar torso of a human 
female; complete with breasts, stomach, arms, shoulders, neck, and 
head. The face bore a look that told me she was more shocked than I 
was, if that was possible. Bright sunlight shone down over her body 
from the hole that the other woman had blown in the ceiling with the 
shotgun. After a moment, I gathered up my courage, and managed to 
blurt out a meek "hello."

	The cow-girl calmed down slightly. She opened her mouth to 
talk, but was interrupted by the farm girl. "What the hell do you 
think you're doin' sneakin' around and scarin' all mah critters!?!"
	I was still stunned, to say the least. "Uh... uh... hello."
	She was obviously pissed off. "Who said dat you could just com 
walzin' in here?"
	I turned my head towards her, not taking my eyes off of the 
cowtaur. "Uh... you did, in the note you left on the table in the 
kitchen... wow."
	She lowered the gun, and gradually, began to smile. "Oh, yeah." 
She giggled softly, instinctively raising her hand so she could bite her 
pinky.
	"Uhhhh, can it talk?"
	"Of course I can talk! And I'm not an �it', I'm a she." The 
cowgirl crossed her arms, her large apparently DD breasts to rest on 
them.
	I glanced down at her penis. "Sorry. I guess I got a little 
confused." I managed a weak smile, which she followed with a smirk.
	"Oh, a comedian." she said, her eyes rolling to the back of her 
head. I began to get to my feet, god, she was tall. I'd guess she was at 
least 6'4 or more, since when I stood up I was eye level with her 
chin, and being 6' tall that doesn't happen much.
	"Well, I guess I'll have ta be explainin' the whole story now." 
The farm girl sighed, wiping her hands in her overalls. I laughed 
quietly at the thought of how her pants were called overalls, but did 
little to cover her generously large globes.
	"Yeah, I do believe an explanation is in order."
	"Huh?" the farm girl looked puzzled.
	"He means you gots some �splainin to do."
	"Oh, okay. Well, it all started this-a-way. We four sisters were 
al..."
	"Wait a minute," I interrupted. "There's four of you? Where are 
the other two?"
	"Will you just wait for me ta finish �splainin? Aint you got no 
manners?"
	"Uh, sorry."

	"That's better. Now, as I was sayin'... we four sisters lived 
together on dis farm for our entire lifes." The cowtaur nodded. "And 
we lived �ere with Pa and Ma. But Ma died when we was just 
youngsters, and Pa left us a few years back." I could tell by the look 
on their faces that it was still hard for them to talk about her.
	"Well, it was the first summer since Pa had left, and we was 
havin' a hard time workin' the land. Then one day a big black truck 
from da gover'ment pulled in."
	"Actually, I think it was a blue truck."
	"It don't matter what color the truck was, it was a truck from 
da gover'ment, �kay?"
	"Geeze, don't bite mah head off."
	The farm sighed. "Anyways, we was workin' the farm when the 
gover'ment truck came..., I think it was last sum'er, golly time sure 
does fly..." I began to wipe some of the dirt and shit off of my clothed 
with a rag the cowtaur passed to me. "Thanks."
	"No problem." she said,  tossing her head back and letting her 
long blonde hair whip around. I was beginning to think that she was 
warming up to me.
	"Any ways, were was workin' the farm and da truck came. Is 
stopped right out yonder." She pointed towards where the big 
metallic silos were. "At first we didn't know what ta think. Not many 
people come out here, y'know. This guy jumps out of da truck, I don't 
really know what he looked like. I think he wore a suit, and was 
clean shaven. I thought dat was odd, �cause most truckers I've seen 
usually �ave beards and wear normal folk's clothes. Uhhh, no 
offense."
	"None taken. Technically I'm not a trucker."
	"Well, the guy walks up to me and asked me if this was Pa's 
place."
	"He didn't actually ask if it was �Pa's place', he asked for him 
by name." the cowtaur said, as she brushed some strands of hair 
from her face.
	"He knows that! Quit interuptin', you're ruinin' the whole 
story!"
	"Jesus, a'ight!"
	"So, since Pa had run off, we told da guy that Pa was in town, 
and wouldn't be back for a few day. The man took out one of those 
pocket phone..."
	"Cell phones" the cowtaur interrupted.
	"Thanks. So he took out his cell phone and told a bunch of guys 
to come. And in comes the whole fuckin' army!"
	"You knows very well it wasn't the whole army, and don't cuss 
none!"
	"A'ight! Well, some army men came and started takin' stuff off 
da truck. I swear that they had d'em silos up in less than an �our."
	The cow-taur opened her mouth, but shut it with an evil glance 
from the other.
	"So, da silos was up, and da truck pulls off, and another one 
comes. Out jumps the same guy, and �e asks us to get Pa to sign a 
piece of paper. Well, we couldn't tell �im Pa had left, after all da 
work they'd done, so we told �em dat Pa was in town fer a few days, 
and couldn't be reached. So, we signed for �em, and they started 
unloadin' those tanks. They even build that separate part of da barn 
to �ouse it in."
	I was beginning to get interested, but the heat inside the barn 
and the filth on my clothes was making it unbearable. "Could we 
continue this insi...."
	"Just wait a moment! I'm a'most done, and you'se don't wanna 
miss wats next."
	"Yes ma'am!" I knew better to anger a woman, let alone one 
with a friend who's cock was longer than my torso.
	"Well, he gave us some instructions, basically said ta give t'ese 
c'emicals to da cows in deir water, and ta report wha �appens. Well, 
ev'ything went a'ight for a few weeks, but Billy Joe started gettin' 
worn out. She was the youngin', and was havin' a hard time tryin' to 
keep up. I was sending our report to da gover'ment man o'er da 
phone, tellin' how the chemicals waz makin' da cows stronger and 
make more milk. I could see out da window Billy Joe walkin' to da 
barn, but I thought nothin' of it, �til she came out carrying three bags 
of chicken feed on �er shoulder. Those bags are fi'ty pounds each! 
They weighed at least sixty pounds more dan her, and she was 
carryin' dem as if dey waz pillows."
	"Uhhhh, which one of you is Bobby Joe?"
	The cow-girl huffed. "You mean to tell me you don't even know 
�er name yet?"
	"Uhhhh, not exactly."
	"Well, I'm Betty Joe," the cow-taur said. "And she's Britney Joe."
	"Thank you, Betty."
	"Betty Joe."
	Britney Joe crossed her arms atop her breasts, causing them to 
seem even more huge. "As I was sayin'.... We ask'd �er wha 
�appened, and she told us. She �ad drunk a cup of da chemical, and it 
made �er stronger. At first none of tried it, and we tried to stop 
Bobby Joe from drinking it again."
	"Why would she want to drink it again?"
	"Well, da effects disappeared after about a day, and she was 
normal again. Then about a week later I saw �er cartin' more feed 
bads around, and the next day, Betty Joe here was followin' �er, 
carryin' 5 bags! Eventually, we all got into it. It made us so strong, 
and our titties so big! Ma was kinda flat, so we didn't have much in 
da boob department. But when we started drinkin da chemicals, we 
just blossomed up." She cupped her soft breasts in her hands, as if I 
needed any more proof. "Well, one day I had to go into town to pay 
our tab at the store. I knew I would be gone a few days, and I told 
them to make sure to test da chemicals on da cows. And then it 
�appened..."
	"What happened?"
	Betty Joe stepped forward, her hoofs making soft thumps in the 
dirt. "Maybe I ought to take it from here on in. Well, we had just 
finished feeding the cows, and because of a little juice boost, we had 
finished the next day's work before it got dark. So me, Billy Joe and 
Bobby Joe decided to celebrate. When Pa was �ere, he used to make 
�home brew', and he taught Billy Joe how to make it. We polished of 
an entire jug, when Billy Joe had the bright idea of seeing how much 
of the chemical we could each drink, and see how big our tits would 
get. At the time, we each had about a C cup, and if we went a week 
without the chemical we knew we'd shrink back to a more normal 
size."
	"So, we had a chugging contest. I'm not sure how much we each 
had, but I know Bobby Joe won. She drank an entire canister of that 
shit. Billy Joe came in second, I think. It's kinda hard to remember, 
we passed out not long afterwards."
	I was intrigued to say the least. "And then what happened?"
	Britney Joe started talking, as she fiddled with the bib of her 
overalls. "Well, I came home and found them passed out in the barn, 
n'ked. At first I thought that they had gotten drunk and become 
lezzies, but then I saw the canisters. They seemed fine when they 
woke up, except for the bad hangovers, and I tried not to work them 
too hard. Bobby Joe was the first to change..."
	"How did they change?"
	"Maybe it's best we show you." Betty Joe said, as she walked to 
the back of the barn. At the back of the barn was a large aluminum 
door, which she slid open with little effort. The inside was decorated 
with posters of boys, clothes strewn everywhere, stuffed animals, the 
kinds of thinks you'd usually find in a teenager girl's room. I 
followed her inside, with Britney behind me. "Billy Joe! Bobby Joe! 
Come on out now, we got someone for you to meet!"
	I could hear movement to my right, where there were three 
beds. One was the largest king-size bed I had ever seen, one was a 
normal twin bed, and the other one was a bed of hay, obviously 
Betty Joe's. There was a section walled off, and I could hear some 
music and see the glow of a television set. Then I saw them.
	The first one to step out must have been around fourteen years 
old. She had the same blonde hair as her sisters, tied in a long 
ponytail which reached her firm round ass. She was about 5'4 tall, 
wearing a pair of khaki shorts and brown hiking boots. But that 
wasn't the best part. the best part were her breasts, and I mean that 
in the true plural of the word. I saw them jiggle and shake as she 
walked towards me, smacking each other gentle with a soft meaty 
slap. And the sheer number of them blew me away! I could see nine 
breasts on her front, each at least a full DDD, and there were three on 
each side running from under her arm to just over her hips. She 
seemed surprised to see me, but smiled and spun around, allowing 
me to see that she had nine breasts on her back as well. They were 
so form looking, yet so soft that they sank into each other. Her top 
row was resting on her middle, and they were resting on the bottom, 
making her look as if she was filled to capacity. "Howdy. I'm Billy Joe. 
I see you met Britney Joe �n Betty Joe. �Tis a pleasure to meet you." 
She curtsied, her breasts rising and palling on each other.
	"Uhh, nice to meet you to Billy.."
	"Billy Joe!"
	"Oh, sorry, Billy Joe."
	Billy Joe smiled again, and winked at me. "Bobby Joe! get out 
�ere! There's a guy here ta see you!" she screamed, then continued to 
flirt with me.
	I'm not going to lie to you, she had the biggest breasts I had 
ever seen. When Bobby Joe walked out I almost creamed my pants! 
They hung down to around her knees, and were close to the size of 
bean bag chairs! She was only twelve years old, and I don't know 
how she was able to walk with those huge tits on her tiny 4'11 
frame. Like her sisters, she was the blonde blue-eyes stereotype, 
with her long wild hair reaching the backs of her knees. If I had 
been able to see past her monstrous mams, I would have seen that 
besides for her breasts, she hadn't even gone through puberty.
	I was speechless. Here I was surrounded by four girls, all 
under eighteen years of age, with the most incredible bodies I had 
ever seen. All I could get out was a weak "hello" and ogle each of 
them.
	"Well, you think these are large, you should see what happens 
when I'm not milked in a few days." Bobby Joe said coyly, and for 
the first time I was able to see her arms, as she caressed her breasts. 
As far as I could tell, she was only wearing a pair of pink sneakers 
and white socks.
	I let my curiosity get the better of me. "What happens when 
you aren't milked?"
	She smiled. "Image your pickup truck, bumper to bumper with 
two more pickup trucks. Now, imagine beside those trucks there's 
another row of trucks, and on each of these trucks there is one truck, 
so you've got 12 trucks. Now, imagine two of these groups, and a 
short little girl glued to the back of �em."
	"Wow, that's big."
	Betty Joe was still looking rather stern, and turned to me. "You 
know, we can't go lettin' you blab this around."
	"Oh, of course I won't! No one would believe me!"
	She sighed. "No, I mean you're never gonna leave here again."
	I gulped. "You mean... you would... kill me?"
	For the first time I saw her smile, her teeth were unusually 
straight for someone who lived in the middle of nowhere. Then she 
began to laugh. It wasn't an evil laugh, but the kind of laugh when 
someone says something really stupid. "No no no! You'll just have to 
earn your keep if you want to stay!"
	I let the air out of my lungs with a �whew'. "Oh, you mean, I 
see. Of course I'll stay, I wouldn't dream of giving this up! This is 
incredible!"
	Billy Joe smiled again, tilting her head to one side. "Y'all can 
drink one cup of the �juice' a day, without any side effects. And 
we're gonna work you haaaard." She stretched out the words, and bit 
her lip.
	"But, I saw Britney Joe here drink at least two cups of the..."
	They all seemed shocked. Betty Joe was the first one to speak. 
"She did what?" She turned to Britney Joe. "You did what? What were 
you thinkin'?"
	Britney Joe broke down and began to cry. "I... I was jealous that 
y'all got to have big tits �n lots of titties, I felt out. �nd then Mr. 
McKenzie here came and I thought that �e could go into town and I 
would be able to be like you'se."
	I didn't know what to do, so I took her into my arms. She 
buried her face into my shoulder, and sobbed. Billy Joe and Bobby 
Joe looked at each other, then back at us, still unable to speak. "It's... 
it's alright Britney..."
	"Britney Joe! Waaaaaaa!"
	I grimaced slightly. "Britney Joe, it's alright, we understand, 
right?"
	The barn was silent except for the sound of her crying.
	"RIGHT?"
	"Oh, yeah, sure. We �nderstand Britney Joe. But, how many 
cups did you have?"
	She looked up with tear-filled eyes. "Eleven.."
	"Eleven cups! That's more th'n Betty Joe �ad!"
	Britney Joe wailed and buried her head in my chest. "Britney 
Joe, what I think they're trying to say is that... you're beautiful the 
way you are. They don't like being this way, right?" Betty Joe nodded 
her head in a forced way, while Billy Joe and Betty Joe simply shook 
theirs.
	And without warning, she pushed me away. I stumbled 
backwards and fell on my ass with a soft �thud'. She seemed shocked 
and confused, and I soon discovered why. Her ears began to move up 
the side of her head, and become more pointed. Two distortions 
began poke out of her hair, and began to grow upwards in a small 
curve. Her entire body seemed to be vibrating and giving off heat. 
With two loud POP's the buttons of her overalls flew across the room, 
as her breasts increased in size. The bib fell down across her 
widening hips and slender waist. Slowly, her breasts began to rise, as 
they were pushed up by another set of breasts, which raced to catch 
up with her original set. She moaned, running her hands over her 
growing mams, as her jeans were torn by her swelling hips. They fell 
to the ground, exposing her growing hairless cunt, it's clit sticking out 
over an inch and still swelling. A small tail swished behind her, 
growing out of her tailbone, becoming longer with each passing 
moment. She stood there, running her hands over her medicine-ball 
sized tits, which had finally stopped growing. Her nipples grew to the 
size of small penis', and began to swell thicker. They then split into 
two nipples, then those two split again, until each breast resembles a 
sort of titty-udder. Her ears turned white with black smudges, and 
her horns grow to about 4-5" in length. Her 3' tail swished back and 
forth, as her 8" long lips pulsed and her 3" long & 1" wide clit 
throbbed with passion. She plunged her fist into her sopping crevice, 
as she fondled her multiple nipples with her other hand. Within 
moments she reached orgasm, screaming louder than she had earlier 
when Betty Joe had fucked her. Finally, she collapsed on the ground, 
spent from her transformation and sexual bliss.


		EPILOGUE

	Well, that's what happened. As of now I am no longer working 
for Mitchell Isaac & Bradley Computers. All my time is spent on the 
farm, when I don't have to go into town for food and supplies. The 
Joes eventually got used to me, and made my stay pleasurable, very 
pleasurable! Britney enjoys her new form, especially when it's 
milking time. Betty Joe is finally starting to get used to me, and is 
smiling more, especially since Britney Joe can now take all of Betty 
Joe's cock inside of her.
	We're still sending results to the government office, although 
we don't mention what effect the chemical has on humans. I've 
discovered a rather amusing side effect of the chemical, it makes the 
user more aroused and can cause them to become attracted to those 
they daily interact with, for the Joes this would be each other and I.
	I bought a cowboy hat, and a good pair of boots, and I still 
wear Britney Joe's "GOT MILK!" hat every once in awhile. The crops 
are growing extremely well, and we've almost got more milk than we 
can sell.



	Oh, and did I mention that we've been assigned to test bull 
steroids?


END





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