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Transformed - Chapter 25: Growth
Spring had arrived once again, and as wildflowers and clover covered the fields on the farm, Richard and George toured the newly expanded facilities with Ralph. The last inspections had finally been done, and they were cleared to be put into use. A door led from the old production room into a space three times the size. In this area, all the products would be made and stored. A walk-in refrigerated room had been built to one side, and all of the walls had shelving units to keep materials on.
"This will certainly help keep up with demand," Ralph said.
"And just in time," Richard replied. "We have been struggling to keep up with orders. However, having Shit in there with Slave and Sub has made a world of difference. You have made a lot of progress with him, Gunny."
"Shit has submitted to my authority and been no trouble this past month," George replied. "You should have seen him in the weight room yesterday. He is already exceeding my goals."
"About time he got his head in the game," Richard replied. "But, he still has a long way to go to earn my trust back."
"Yes, well, I promised Shit that his chastity cage would be removed if he straightened out," George replied. "After all, he is your nephew and not one of the slaves or beasts. It is about time he is able to look like a man again."
Richard pursed his lips and looked deep in thought.
"But I will defer to your decision, Richard," George added. "It's your farm, and I know what you are like when people cross you. You were always a beast when riled."
Richard smiled.
"But it made the enemy think twice before fucking with us."
"That is true," George replied with a grin.
"Very well, Gunny," Richard said. "You can remove the cage after taking him to Charles for his collection today. But I want him to remain on the injections to prevent him from experiencing orgasms for the time being. I want to see what control he has once he has his dick free. If he keeps away from the dogs and continues his progress with you, we can revisit this next month."
"Good deal," George said. "I think that is fair."
"I did get some good news from Charles, though," Richard continued. The surrogate he is using got pregnant on the first implantation, and two of the eggs took, so she will be having twins!"
"Well, that was quick!" Ralph replied.
Richard laughed.
"Yes, Charles has assured me they will both be male, and their genes have been isolated and modified to ensure they will be stout stock."
"Well, Shit has been useful after all, then," George replied. "Will the collections continue?"
"Yes," Richard said. "I made a deal with Charles for Shit's stud services. He will donate twice a week for the next two years in exchange for two of the horse beasts Charles is creating."
"Ahh," George replied. "I remember seeing one of them being worked on when I was there a few weeks back."
"They will make good beasts of burden when they are ready," Richard said. "We can plow the fields and grow some crops here to increase the income."
"I look forward to seeing them, then," George replied.
"Charles assured me they will be ready by fall," Richard said. "But we will see. Anyway, I'm in the mood to breed Pig. I will leave you both to your business."
"Take care," George said with a smile as the man left.
George turned and walked into the smaller, older production room where Sub, Chad, and Slave were busy working.
"Well, what is the word, Sir?" Lucas asked.
"We are ready to move into the new area," George replied. "When you are done with what you are doing now, I want to move all of our equipment to make the product into the larger space. We will keep this area for measuring and recording the volume of the semen from our bulls and monitoring their health. Shit, that will primarily be your duty. Be sure to work closely with Ralph, so my weekly reports are accurate."
"Yes, Sir!" Chad replied as he stood at attention.
"Slave and Sub, you will work in the new space, and Shit will help you when he is done with his work here," George added.
"Understood, Sir," Slave and Sub replied.
"Shit, you are due for your semen donation in ten minutes," George said. "Wash your hands and report to my truck on time."
"Yes, Sir!" Chad replied.
Charles removed the probe from Chad's ass, and the boy groaned as he hung his head. It was still humiliating to be treated as nothing more than a thing to remove semen from, but he had accepted his fate. George collected the last drops of cum from the tip of the boy's cage and then screwed the top on the collection container before placing it on the metal table.
"I think your volume might be increasing, Shit!" George replied.
Charles smiled as he put the probe on the table and grabbed the container.
"It's certainly potent. Did Richard tell you the news?"
"He did!" George replied.
"What is going on, Sirs?" Chad replied as he pulled his pants up.
"You are a dad!" Charles replied. "The young woman we used your sperm on is having twins."
Chad looked dumbfounded, and George laughed.
"You don't look happy, Shit!"
"I guess I don't know what to think," Chad replied.
"Well, you will have eighteen years to figure that out," George said as he slapped the boy's back.
"Does that mean I am done here?" Chad asked.
"No, Shit," George replied. "You will be donating for Charles twice a week for the next two years."
"Indeed," Charles replied. "You will be quite the profitable stud."
Chad groaned.
"Wait for me at the truck, Shit," George said.
"Yes, Sir," Chad replied as he stood at attention and then turned and left.
As Chad walked into the warmth of the afternoon sun, he reached down and felt the cage under his jeans. He thought about his kids and considered what kind of father he would be for them. His dad would be their primary guardian, but Chad wondered if it was time for him to step up and grow up. He waited by the truck until George arrived and then got in. As they headed back towards the road, the boy spoke.
"Sir, I don't know what has been said, but I would like to volunteer to help raise my kids. A real man should be there for his offspring. You have taught me to discipline my body. I need to work on my character, too."
"I think that is an excellent idea, Chad," George replied.
Chad looked over in shock. It was the first time he had heard his name from the man in a month. George reached into his pants pocket without saying a word and handed a key to the boy.
"What is this, Sir?" Chad asked.
"The key to your chastity cage," George replied. "You may remove it. Your month sentence is up, and I promised you that if you submitted to my will and obeyed me, I would ensure you could see your cock again."
"Can I unlock now?" Chad asked excitedly.
"Sure, boy," George said with a laugh.
Chad immediately pulled down his pants and unlocked the device. As he pulled the cage off, he saw the deep imprints that the bars made in his skin, but he reached down and stroked his shaft several times to feel it again.
"Now, don't go jerking it in my truck, though," George replied.
"Sorry, Sir," Chad said as he held his cock and balls for a moment before putting them away. "What about the shots I am getting? Will those stop too?"
"No, boy," George replied. "Your uncle wants to see more improvement before you are given a chance to experience your orgasms again. However, if you continue on the path you are on, I see no reason why they won't stop next month."
"I understand," Chad replied as he turned to look out the window.
"Chad, let me be frank with you," George said. "Your uncle had high hopes that you would be like him and could take over one day. He told me about your propensity to waste time, not be focused, and sneak off to have sex with the dogs. While that behavior might be acceptable to some, it is considered subversive for a dominant like Richard. While you probably won't be taking over anymore, you now have a chance to model good behavior for your boys."
"Boys, Sir?" Chad asked. "Isn't it early to know that?"
George smiled.
"Don't underestimate Charles. He has ensured Richard that the woman will have two boys engineered to be strong and dominant individuals. As their father, you need to ensure they achieve their full potential. Continue your strength training to build your body to something they can admire and control your urges to model the appropriate behavior."
"I guess he wants me to find a woman to date again," Chad replied.
"No, boy," George replied. "There is nothing wrong with being attracted to men. Your uncle got what he wanted from your seed. You are free to fuck whomever you want. Just keep it to the human variety. And stay away from Sub and Slave for now. They are still off-limits to you."
"I understand, Sir," Chad replied.
"I want you in the gym as soon as we get back," George said. "Let's see if you can beat your record on the deadlift today."
"Yes, Sir!" Chad replied with a smile. "I'm really enjoying pushing my limits."
"Good, soldier!" George responded.
White growled as it shot another pulse of cum into the device, sucking its udder. The intensity of its orgasms had increased as its balls and cock and grown. It had been amazed how fast its chest hair had grown back after beings shaved for its tattoo, and while it was hard to believe, the rest of its body hair had gotten thicker and longer. The strength training it participated in with the rest of the bulls daily had also helped to develop its muscles. It saw gains in its chest, arms, and legs, and it felt more energetic and alive.
It was still adjusting to not being able to speak. It had been very frustrated the first week as it tried to communicate without mouthing words. Teal had bonded with it, though, and the two relied on each other as they adjusted to bull life. The brain fog had been the most challenging part. It had been having more trouble concentrating and remembering things from its past for some reason. Teal had reported the same problem, but Chad and Ralph seemed to indicate nothing was wrong with them.
"Good boy, White!" Chad said as he applied toughening cream to the beast's hooves. "You might be short and stout, but you sure can produce some hefty loads!"
White grinned as it felt the man rub the bottom of its feet. The cream had already caused its skin to thicken tremendously. It could no longer feel any sensations on its soles and it had no trouble bounding around the farm. When the man finished rubbing the cream in, it heard the machine turn off.
"That's it for today, boy," Chad said. "Sit there for a moment. I'll be right back."
White enjoyed the attention that Chad gave it. The man had seemed different the past few weeks. He was no longer treated with disrespect and had started working closely with Teal's handler, Ralph. He also had begun to develop his body and had almost the same impressive physique that the master and manager had.
"Ok, back off the device, fella," Chad said as he put his hands on the beast.
White moved backward, and Chad moved his hands down to clean the beast's udder off before sending it on its way. White leaned over and hugged Chad, and the man smiled.
"Thank you, White."
Blue grunted next to White and looked down at the bull. It had taken a few weeks for White to be accepted by the entire group, but once Blue gave its approval, the rest of the bulls fell into line. The larger beast leaned down and nuzzled the back of White's neck, and White giggled as it was tickled. White grunted twice in appreciation to the beast and then turned to follow it as it wandered out into the yard. Teal was not far behind, and it moved behind White and bear-hugged its brother near the big tree that White liked to sit under.
Teal kissed White's cheek, and White turned and embraced Teal back. The two had become inseparable. They slept together, ate, worked out, and played together. Bull had recently become a good friend, too, and when the beast saw them together, it came over and sat down next to White and leaned on him. White squealed as it felt the weight of the larger beast on it, and Teal reached out and helped pull it back to avoid crushing its best friend. Bull had a huge smile on its face and giggled with laughter. Teal reached over and felt the beasts udder. The massive balls were the size of a small watermelon, and they felt warm to the touch. Bull lifted its head, grunted three times in a row, and then looked down and shook its head. It was a playful gesture, and Teal knew it. It smiled back and rubbed its head on the beast's chest.
"It is good to see they have adjusted so well," Lucas said to Sub as he watched from the barn door. "Although they seem much closer to each other than the pack."
"That might change as their intelligence drops," Sub replied. "You told me that Bull was completely different when he first started, and now he is a loveable oaf."
Lucas laughed.
"That is true."
"By the way, who was that man here yesterday?" Sub asked. "You told me it had something to do with Bull, but we never got to finish the conversation."
Lucas sighed and turned to go inside and start cleaning the equipment.
"A bull, just not that bull," Lucas replied as Sub followed him. "When I first came into Master's service, there was a beast named Bull. It had been with Master for some time, and I became very close to it. However, it had been on some older drug formations, and its production had started to decrease, as had its health. I had been told that a new bull would have to be acquired and that my Bull would be put down."
"How horrible!" Sub replied.
"I was pretty broken up about it and cried a lot," Lucas replied. "But a customer of Master named Hank also got to know Bull and asked if he could take the beast in when it was no longer useful. Master agreed, and when the time came, I spent one last day with the beast and then cleaned it up and said my goodbyes, and Hank took it home."
"Well, at least it found a second home," Sub replied.
"Yes," Lucas said. "That was Hank that you saw yesterday."
"And how is the old Bull?"
Lucas paused and a tear formed in his eye.
"It died last week."
"Oh, I am sorry!" Sub replied.
"It's ok," Lucas replied. "Hank said he took excellent care of it. He spent time with it every day, gave it treats and a lot of love, and it had a good life. I knew that it did not have much time left when Hank took it in, but it was still hard to hear."
"I am sorry, Slave," Sub said as he walked over and put his arm around Lucas.
"Hank brought me a little container of Bull's ashes," Lucas said. "He wanted me to have a little bit of it."
"Well, that was a sweet gesture," Sub replied.
"Yes," Lucas replied. "I scattered them out there under the tree where the new Bull is playing with White and Teal. I always thought that was a relaxing place, and I could see the old Bull finding it a great napping spot."
"And now it can be around the other bulls in spirit!" Sub replied.
"Indeed," Lucas said.
"Slave and Sub!" Chad shouted from the back of the barn. "Hurry up and get the barn cleaned! You should already be in the production room already!"
"Yes, Chad!" the boys replied.
Chad took another fifteen minutes to enter the last numbers in the spreadsheet and saved the file before rubbing his eyes. The production of semen had increased dramatically with the addition of the new bulls and soon they would have the volume needed to meet demand, but they were not quite there yet. He reached down into his pants and felt his balls and cock and closed his eyes and took a breath. It was nice to be free again, but he longed to experience the pleasure of an orgasm.
"The barn is clean and sanitized, Chad," Sub said from the doorway. "Slave is going in to start the next run of product."
"Good," Chad said. "I'll be there in a moment."
"Ok," Sub replied.
"Sub!" Chad called out as the boy was turning to leave.
"Yes?" Sub replied.
"Wait a moment," Chad said as he stood up and adjusted his pants. "How are you dealing with the loss of pleasure?"
"From cumming?" Sub asked.
"Yeah," Chad responded.
"It is frustrating," Sub said. "But I got myself in this mess and I am going to have to live with the consequences the rest of my life."
"And you are not jealous of Slave being able to experience them?" Chad asked.
"No," Sub replied. "Slave has always been obedient to Master and nice to me. I am glad he can. He deserves it."
"I see," Chad replied as he looked down.
"Are you still struggling with it?" Sub asked.
"Yes," Chad replied. "I think about it a lot. It is like I lost the biggest part of being a man. And now that I have kids..."
"You're a dad?" Sub asked.
"Yeah," Chad replied. "Hard to believe, right?"
Sub smiled.
"You'll be in Master's good graces again soon and off this drug. It might take a while, but I am sure you will be enjoying mind blowing orgasms, the thrill of fucking, and the joy of being a man around the farm soon."
"I hope so," Chad replied. "I want to set a good example for my kids."
"I need to get to work," Sub replied with a grin.
"Oh, right!" Chad said. "Yeah, I need to be working too. Let's get in there!"
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