March 21, 2021

Ride 'Em Cowgirl

Darrell kicked the dirt as he cussed under his breath. "Another week, and not one of them damn cows is pregnant." He sighed, looking up at the cloudless sky. "I wish I had a stud here that knew what the fuck to do with a cow and could--ahh, fuck me!!"

In his distracted state, Darrell had managed to step in a fresh cow pie, getting it all over one of his good boots. He'd barely turned back towards the hose when a tremendous thunderclap boomed overhead. It was so loud that his eyes blurred and he nearly lost his balance.

Once his vision cleared, Darrell immediately realized something was wrong. His hands shot to his chest, tugging at the work shirt that had changed from blue to pink. "What the damn hell?! Why do I have fat goddamn titties??"

Darrell hustled over to where he'd parked his truck, catching enough of his reflection in the mirror to see a sturdy, broad-shouldered woman staring back at him. She looked like the type of girl who knew her way around the farm. Darrell forgot himself for a moment and thought he'd like to see if she knew her way around the bedroom too.

"Shit, no time for that. I gotta figure this out!" He walked back towards the barn, feeling the denim short-shorts squeezed between his thick thighs with every step. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a massive set of breasts. They jiggled, bounced, and swayed with his every motion. Taking a deep breath, Darrell reached behind his back, fiddling with the bra until it finally popped free. He stared for a moment, trying to understand just how this had all happened, before his eyes drifted down to the button of his Daisy Dukes. In this far...

A cough from behind him made him jump. "Pardon me, ma'am, didn't mean to surprise you in such a state." Darrell spun around, instinctively reaching a hand up to cover his exposed chest. A tall, dark-haired man stood in front of him. Beneath his hat, his skin was tanned and his muscles toned, sure signs of someone unafraid of hard work.

"Oh, I uh... I didn't hear you come up," Darrell stammered. His cheeks flushed as he stood half-naked in front of the handsome cowboy. "Who are you?"

"Name's Hank. I heard you were looking for a fella like me, miss, uh...?"

"Darla," Darrell replied, the name tumbling naturally out of his mouth. "I-- sorry, you said you were here to help me with something?" He paused, contemplating for a moment, before asking quietly, "Do you know what's going on here?"

Hank stepped closer, his body lean but a full head taller than Darrell. "I'm here to give this cow a good fucking." Without waiting for a response, Hank grabbed Darrell's panties and yanked them down. "Don't you worry, Darla, this stud is gonna take real nice care of you." He proceeded to strip out of his own clothes, while Darrell tried to process what was happening and calm his fluttering stomach.

Seeing the naked man he'd just met, in a body he'd just found himself inhabiting, really started to do a number on Darrell. He'd never had a gay thought in his life, but Hank's massive erection was calling like a beacon. "Come on now, that's a good girl. Climb on up there. Hyah!" Hank's words were punctuated by a slap of Darrell's wide ass as he crept forward hypnotically.

The feeling of penetration caused Darrell to gasp. Feeling his new pussy slide down Hank's cock banished all feelings of resistance from his mind. He moaned out, long and low, as he embraced the heat building between his thighs.

"Damn, Darla, I love watching them udders bounce!" Darrell bit his lip. Being treated like livestock was only making him hornier. Darrell had a sneaking suspicion that if he wasn't careful, soon there would be at least one pregnant cow on the farm.

2 comments:

  1. I would so love to become pregnant and be able to breast feed my kids. Oh the joys of womanhoood

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