As months passed, Kyle got more and more used to his life on the farm. And it was a good life, too - fuck sexy hucows, milk sexy hucows, with some chores and manual labor mixed in. About three months from when he had his first injections, the doctor pronounced him a complete success - he was now as strong a bull as any on the farm. Indeed, he was a far cry from the man who had first walked into Brighton Farms - now his arms, chest and legs fairly rippled with power and muscle. His genitalia had finally stopped growing (something that Kyle was secretly relieved at) but he had developed a tail...which put paid to any plans of ever going back into normal society unless surgery was involved. No horns for him though. But generally he felt strong, good and as fit as a fiddle.
Which didn't mean everything was smooth sailing. Now that he had moved up in the ranks, Jack found harder and harder tasks from him to do. More muscle meant heavier lifting, and there came a day in which Kyle spilt two tanks in transit and was given a royal dressing down by the stern-faced older man. But though he was a hard taskmaster at times, he was always fair, never asking anyone to do more than they could. Kyle grew to respect the man, and tried to give his all during any duties assigned to him. It was the least he could do for how well the farm had treated him.
It was a cloudy Thursday morning when Jack sent for him. Kyle had just finished his morning milking of another hucow (an ebony-skinned lady with long horns who had more than welcomed his attentions) when he was informed that he was wanted in the head office. That was strange. A special assignment of some sort? No way to know unless he went, so Kyle - knowing how Jack hated being kept waiting - was in the office in minutes.
For once there was no stack of papers in front of him, but Jack Bennett seemed in a pensive mood when the bull walked into his office, stroking his neatly-trimmed beard slowly. He brightened a little at Kyle's entrance.
"Ah, good, you're here. Just the bull I wanted to see. You've been performing well so far, and there's something I'd like your help with."
"An new assignment, sir?" Kyle was curious, but he would let Jack explain.
"Well sort of. Yes. We have a new hucow by the name of Li Hua. Thing is...she's not a normal hucow. She's been...kind of...resistant."
Resistant? Resistant to what? This was unusual for Jack. He didn't usually beat around the bush, preferring to get straight to the point. Deciding to play it cool, Kyle waited for his boss to elaborate.
"We were initially reluctant to take her on because well...she didn't voluntarily choose the injections. It's this new government scheme, see. Putting criminals to work for the state instead of putting them in jail. Some labor-saving incentive program or some such. She's working off a corrective sentence."
Kyle whistled a bit. "Wow, that's serious. What did she do?"
"Embezzle funds. A lot of funds...seven figures at least." Jack heaved a confused sigh. "I'll be honest with you. I don't rightly know what I feel about this, Kyle. One on hand, I'm a fair man, and if someone's done something wrong, it's up to them to pay it back. On the other, though...all our cows here signed up knowing the risks. To take someone and just MAKE them a hucow...I'm not sure it's right. But what's done can't be undone, and these ARE desperate times..."
"So ummm, boss? Where do I come in?"
"Ah yes. Sorry, forgot about that. So Li Hua has been resisting being milked. This isn't good for the farm, isn't good for milk production, but most of all, isn't good for her. She
must be really backed up on milk right now. All that unpumped milk in her...we have to do something. Talk to her, milk her if you can. Just see what you can do. No pressure. If you can't, we'll just send her right on back. But...the cows seem to like you. Do what you can, and report back to me."
"Alright, boss. You got it. I'll do the best I can."
"I know you will, son." Jack favored him with one of his rare smiles. "Now get to it."
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A government created hucow...Kyle was lost in thought on his way to see the newest arrival to Brighton Farms. That did boggle the mind a bit. Every hucow he had ever met had wanted to be here, some more than others...how would someone who didn't actually want the transformation react to being subjected to it? He couldn't quite imagine it. He loved being a bull...but what if he had been forced to be one? He might not like it as much.
But soon enough he was at Room 305 and the time for ramifications had passed. He knocked gently on the door. Let's not startle her now. Take it slow.
"Go away!" came a voice from inside. He could see what Jack meant by resisting. He knocked again.
"I said go away!" Hmmm. This was a problem. Kyle thought for a bit and then decided to open the door anyway. He couldn't do his job if he couldn't even see the hucow in question...he entered the room as unobtrusively as possible, unsure of what awaited him.
A Chinese hucow was standing in the middle of the room, glaring daggers at him. Kyle was a little surprised at her race, but the name should have given it away. Here in this part of the country he didn't see many Asians, but it stood to reason that the injections weren't restricted to any ethnicity.
"Hi, my name's Kyle, Kyle Everstrom. I'm here to..."
"I don't care. Just get out of the room." she snapped.
Kyle sighed. He could see this would be a tough nut to crack. But now that he had managed to get a closer look at her, he could see that despite the scowl on her face that she was actually quite pretty. She had the high cheekbones and angular face of her race, as well as jet-black hair that fell messily around her shoulders. She was covered from head to toe with black spots, which contrasted quite well with her pale skin. No horns, but a speckled tail dangled between her slim legs.
