From Breasts to Bullhorns - FTM Bull transformation

This is a two-parter (well, technically, three). Started off as a multi tf story, but this one's long enough to justify splitting it up into two parts.

Darryl’s farm was rapidly expanding, but his herd was slowly ceasing to give milk – the transformation formula he gave them could only keep them lactating for so long. The girls were now fully cows, and Darryll needed to seek more orthodox ways to keep them giving milk.

Darryll needed another bull to keep up the milk supply. And preferably… several of them.

He had another job applicant coming in later that day, but he knew she was a girl. It would be difficult to make this work on short notice.

But if the formula succeeded in transforming a woman into a bull, he at least didn’t have to try too hard to attract men to his farm – anyone would do.

As a last resort, he could take the potion himself – but this was a risk he didn’t want to take. There’d be no one to milk, feed and maintain the girls whilst he was under the formula’s influence.

As luck would have it, the girl didn’t arrive alone.

Darryll’s heart sank as he watched a car drive up to the farm – it would be such a pain to get rid of the vehicle. Selling them put the farmer at risk of being tracked by the police and potentially linking him to several missing person’s cases that had undoubtedly been created by now.

However, his heart proceeded to skip a beat as two people exited the farm – apparently, the girl had brought a companion.

Two girls exited the car, and Darryll smirked. He scrambled to get another bottle – the one he’d been hoping to try on the girl that he’d been ‘interviewing’, and the bottle that he’d intended to try before realizing his farm desperately needed a bull.

After all, this other girl couldn’t be allowed to leave the farm. She’d be putting everything Darryll had worked for at risk.

Both girls seemed elated, happily chatting away as they waited for Darryll to open the door. On the other side, he caught some promising words – it seemed as though one of the girls was going through a nasty breakup with her boyfriend, and she had recently moved to town.

The girls smiled brightly to greet Darryll as he appeared from behind the door.

“Hi!” the left girl said, her blonde curls bouncing around her as she stuck out her hand – her eyes were bright blue. “I’m Madison. I hope you don’t mind, but I brought my sister with me…”

Darryll shook her hand with a smirk. “Absolutely not, lass,” he said. “The more the merrier, hm?”

He eyed the other girl up and down; she was equally curly, but had darker hair and grey eyes. The girls’ faces were similar enough for Darryll to be able to comfortably deduce they were sisters.

Darryll himself preferred brunettes – she’d be the perfect candidate for his other formula.

“I’m Lizzy,” the brunette girl said, also shaking Darryll’s hand without hesitation. “She asked me to drive her here, but I don’t really… like farm animals. Would you mind if I waited inside?”

“Of course,” Darryll said, inviting both girls in. “I’ll pour you a glass of somethin’ to drink whilst you wait.”

The girls seemed grateful for the offer, sitting down on the couch whilst Darryll went into the kitchen to prepare his two special drinks.

“Do you like milk, girls?” he called from the kitchen, uncorking the two, specifically labelled bottles.

“Just water for me, thanks!” Lizzy replied. Darryll smirked – this would leave no chance that the wrong girl got the wrong drink.

“If it’s from the cows here, I’d love to try it!” Madison replied.

Even better – she’d be all the more eager to drink.

The formula had no smell, colour or taste of its own, so the girls wouldn’t suspect a thing, no matter what drink it was added to. Lizzy would likely need a strong dose to ensure she stayed… docile.

Darryll hoped she’d wait a few moments before taking the drink – he wanted to witness both girls’ transformations.

As he approached the living room with his tray, making sure to hold his own glass in hand, Madison eagerly jumped up to grab the glass of milk.

Darryll set down the tray with the glass of water on the coffee table.

“Would you mind if I drank this on the way to the cows?” Madison asked. “I’m excited to see them. I want to show you what I can do!”

Darryll chuckled. “No glass near the girls, sorry,” he said. “Drink it in one go, so we won’t waste any of yer time.”

Madison nodded, eagerly gulping down the glass of milk unsuspectingly.

“You may watch TV whilst we’re gone,” Darryll said, hoping that this would discourage Lizzy from downing her whole glass right away. “Shouldn’t take too long.”

Lizzy smiled, reaching for the remote. “I’m not in a rush,” she said. “Please. Take your time.”

Darryll smiled and nodded at the brunette, watching as she leaned back onto the couch. He was in a rush – he needed to get Madison out of Lizzy’s sight before her hooves grew in.

He left the front door to the house unlocked as to not stir any suspicion with the girls – all other doors and windows were locked, meaning Lizzy wouldn’t be going far once her transformation had started, anyway.

As Madison and Darryll made their way to the barn on the opposite side of the farm, he noticed the girl was absentmindedly scratching her crotch.

He was curious to see where and how her transformation would begin. But he didn’t have to wait long – they’d barely made it inside the barn when Madison spoke up.

Her voice no longer sounded female.

“D…darryll?” she mumbled in a low baritone. “My throat hurts… I think I should head home.”

Madison didn’t seem to hear the change in her voice, which caught Darryll off-guard for a moment.

Or perhaps it was the sudden shift in pitch that had caught him off-guard in the first place; she’d gone from high-pitched for a girl, to a deep voice even for a man in all of a two-minute walk. His interest piqued, Darryll turned around to look at her, noticing she’d grown several inches on their walk. Her feet were threatening to pop out of the sandals she was wearing, and her jeans were now creeping above her ankles. Hair was rapidly growing in on said ankles, too.

Her breasts were shrinking as her shoulders widened, as her shirt seemed to shrink around the growing, bulging muscles.

“I don’t…” she mumbled, her eyes glassy as she stared at the ground. She moved along as Darryll aided her in removing her clothes – though by the time she’d taken her top off and was in the midst of unclasping the bra that was spun tightly against the young shemale’s muscular, wide torso, it was far too late for her jeans.

The button popped off, and the seams ripped as her thighs burst through. Or rather… his thighs, as Madison’s feminine side had officially left, replaced with a massive manhood that was growing ever larger by the minute. It was interesting to see the potion turning him into a human male before all else.

His boner strained against the tight, pink panties, the elastic of which stretched well beyond its means at this point. The boner refused to stop growing, causing the elastic to snap – the panties fell to the ground, and Madison’s cock and balls were free to grow as they pleased. He would proceed to come all over the barn floor three times during his transformation – but Darryll had someone in mind who would clean that up.

“Wh… what is this?” Madison bellowed in a panicked tone as he stared at the new member that stuck out from between his legs. The sudden weight of his balls made his knees buckle, and he was forced to rest on the palms of his hands. He struggled to get back up, and briefly, succeeded in doing so. He panted and moaned as his cock throbbed, cum gushing over his increasingly hairy belly as it swelled. There’d be no udders this time.

The hair on his head was rapidly thinning as fur began to grow on the rest of his body. The cock proceeded to grow well beyond what you would expect of a human – his ass swelled and his shoulders groaned as they broadened.

Horns grew on his head as his earlobes widened, growing and stretching, hairier by the centimetre.

He heaved and panted, no longer able to stand on two legs. His arms grew into legs, and his fingers remained stiff and straight as he landed on them – the nailbeds expanding as his nails turned black, covering his hands, becoming hooves. He came again, mooing loudly – the girls seemed to react to this, mooing in chorus in response. Perhaps they’d wanted that cum to be inside of them instead of all over the floor.

The same thing that had happened to his hands quickly happened to his feet – the fur grew thicker and darker around them as they morphed into hooves, a thick layer of black hoof wall covering them. As Madison entered the final stages of his transformation, his cries turned from humanoid to bovine as his face morphed – his nose broadened and lengthened, a massive tongue revealing itself, ready to consume nothing but grass and cow feed.

His belly expanded as his stomachs grew, somewhat covering the massive cock he now sported behind his girth. His horns had reached full height, and finally, Madison was no more.

Darryll patted his latest creation on the head – the bull was almost as tall as the farmer. The only remaining evidence of Madison’s former identity seemed to be a handful of blonde, stray strands among the brown tuft between his horns. Darryll was convinced these would fade with time.

Nothing about Madison’s eyes suggested the bull had once been human. Madison didn’t look up at Darryll and didn’t seem to have any more awareness than a normal bull would.

“There…” he said. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he said. “You’re going to make a lot of ladies very happy, Maddy.”

He guided the bull to the other side of the barn, where another bull stood in a pen – the unfortunate boyfriend that had been the first to test the bull formula.

By now, he too was a full bull – nothing about his appearance suggested that he’d been a bull with hands and a human head at any point in time. Darryll had truly managed to perfect his formula down to a T.

He added it to the animals’ water, mixed it in with the pig feed; even watered his grass with it. A bite from an apple that grew on his apple trees would likely turn you into a horse within minutes. Darryll had an antidote, which he made sure to mix into all of his own food – he’d never want to be caught with his pants down... turning into an animal himself. After all, who would take care of his farm if he was transformed into a horny bull or stallion in the middle of his kitchen, with no way to get to any of the female members of his herd to blow his load into?

No. This could absolutely not happen.

It took some effort, but eventually, Darryll got Madison into the empty pen next to his bull companion. In a day or two, he would have his first round of practice with the girls – but first, Darryll had to rush back to the farmhouse – he was eager to check on Lizzy’s progress.

The formula he’d given her was rather… special. She wouldn’t need to live in the barn, as she’d rather become Darryll’s own companion.

That is, if the formula worked as desired. And if it did, he would adjust it – and have Lizzy as his docile companion for the rest of his life, and he could make her look however he pleased with just a sip of the formula.