Breeding Time

"Are you okay?"

Rosa flinched, her distraction quite evident. It doubtlessly would have looked strange to outsiders to see the towering cowgirl act so meekly. Standing at a "mere" 2m34 and built like a brick shithouse, she normally inspired terror in those who didn't know her; with her wild unkempt mane of flashy red locks parting around two massive horns, her handsome traits marred by a chronic resting bitch face, her scowling brown eyes that glared at each and everyone (because she wasn't wearing her glasses as she should)...

Or more accurately the mountain of muscles of her athletic frame, her bountiful breasts kept only in check by a strained leather strap, the unmistakable bulge in her jockstrap. Because it had to be said that Rosa was intersex, if the watermelon-sized leather-clad bulk resting in between her chaps wasn't enough of an indication.

Yet what had her so intimidated? Was it Eleanor, owner of the ranch in which Rosa spent her day fucking willing bitches for their mutagen-laced-milk? The very same woman who'd just asked how she was doing? It was and it wasn't. Mostly, it was complicated.

"I... uh, no I'm alright."

"You sure? You've been one of my oldest studs, I trust we can talk to each other if there's something wrong with..." at this Eleanor loosely gestured at Rosa.

It was awkward. The petite woman was pretty much head level to Rosa's crotch and as such it was an undeniable truth that she'd gotten used to most of her vision being filled with turgid sex organs the size of her thigh, and normally the tanned cowgirl wouldn't have cared. Even as the bull's jockstrap twitched to the rhythm of her heart and she idly toyed with her nose-ring - which she only did when she was nervous - the towering breeder couldn't quite bring herself to tell her boss the truth.

Because it was one thing to spy your boss being speared on monstrous dicks by a pair of enthusiastic breeders, it was another to... want to be in her place.

Rosa had her pride. She was by far the strongest, meanest and most virile of the studs in the exploitation, even the region and yet the image of fair skinned Eleanor getting spitroasted by those twin cuties had her pussy dripping fountains. Her still virginal pussy mind you. And now she had to find a way to talk about this. Thankfully Eleanor didn't wait for her to come to a conclusion.

"Listen, I've got stuff to do but tell you what, how's about you come get dinner with me tonight and we talk about what got under your skin, yeah?"

"Uh. Sure? I..."

"Wonderful! I'm gonna get a roast chicken done, I know how much it takes to get a big girl like you fed!" she joked with a wink.

At this, the lithe blonde woman straightened from the wall she'd been leaning against and passed by Rosa, only pausing to pat her on the side affectionately. Except Rosa flinched.

Drawing back from the touch as if it was venomous, she only succeeded in having Eleanor instead awkwardly pat her package. Said woman blushed a little, shrugged and departed with a casual wave, unheeding to the turmoil she'd just set off in her poor cowgirl's libido. Rosa froze, waited until her boss was far enough before she turned and stopped mauling the wooden fence she'd gripped behind her back. Then her eager hands darted to her twitching jockstrap, trying in vain to pry it open before the whole of it just tore itself off, straps and all, from the pressure of her rapidly growing dicks.

The massive pair of equine appendages swung low, passing her knees on the way to meet her low-hanging balls with a loud clap. Rosa knew she didn't have much longer before she was lost in her lust, thankfully she was already close to the breeding barn so it barely took her half a minute to make her way there and unhook the door, revealing a veritable treasure trove of flesh inside.

All the girls that Eleanor employed had signed an airtight contract, one that prohibited them from engaging in many of the more "unwholesome" aspects of life that the ranch owner deemed unhealthy or in risk of contaminating the product. In return however, they were also given access to some of the most powerful mutagens on offer, the very same kind that had transformed Rosa from a mousey librarian to the monster of pure sex she now presently was. Whether it stemmed from a need to reinvent yourself, to feel like the baddest bitch on the block or any number of reasons, plenty of people had willingly sacrificed their ability to have children for the unending pleasure that they could get through the contract.

Instead, whenever they would mate, the mutant's body overflowed with mutagen-laced milk which could be treated to exploit all its exotic benefits... or drunk as-is if you were willing to gamble with your life or a mutant.

Of course, that now manifested itself in the veritable bounty of supple flesh and soft skin that was on offer for Rosa. The vision aroused her so much, even after all this time... Her stiffening tools clapped against each other, the wet slap drawing the attention of the nearest cowgirls, who didn't waste time in trying to get her attention. Each one of them showed off their heaving breasts, mountainous forms of creamy delight that heaved before delivering a flood of milk. But Rosa already knew who she wanted to see. Ignoring much of the now disappointed - and jeering - bitches, she instead made her way to a less obvious corner of the barn where, hidden behind a large panel of varnished wood, her best friend laid.

Lounging across a veritable field of cushions and pillows, the diminutive shortstack known as Niobe casually read a comic book while pointedly ignoring the streams of milk pouring from her oversized breasts. It was notable that for all she was smaller than even Eleanor she was far wider, her booty only matched by the massive breasts that currently hid her stomach and spread off the side of her body, the thumb sized nipples atop them disgorging a steady stream into the stained cushions. The smell was overpowering and though Niobe had noticed Rosa coming in, she instead pointedly ignored the aroused woman, a little game between the two of them. Yet Rosa was in no mood to play games.

The breeding stud didn't so much jump as she slammed herself onto the black-skinned beauty, pinning her under the mass of her rock-hard abs and throbbing rods. Underneath, her prey shook as liters upon liters of milk were pressed from her boobs, squished as they were. Rosa lined herself and tried to drive herself in but Niobe's slickened flower was far too diminutive for her monstrous penises to drive themselves in. They reached up to her lover's clavicle after all, covering her face in pre. Yet in her lust Rosa cared naught for the feeble protests of her dark-skinned lover's body, especially when she knew from experience that Niobe relished being treated roughly and would often half-heartedly protest to tease the bull.

It took some time but soon one cock was slowly rammed in, followed by another and soon ten then twenty then thirty centimeters of throbbing meat were slowly buried, a bit more than two-thirds of her length. Niobe would be cratered by this, Rosa knew, unable to walk or even think for a while.

Yet she didn't care, not occupied as she was gnawing on the bitch's swollen nipple. Any other woman would have been begging in pain by now but Rosa instead savored the whorish moans of her slut as much as she enjoyed filling her own stomach with the flavorful milk. There weren't many sensations more intense than wrecking a willing cowgirl and it just so happened that this one was the sexiest of them all and her best friend. No other cows could take her so easily and still enjoy themselves, and none was quite as voluptuous nor fuckable.

More important still, they had history.

Yet she dissipated those thoughts from her mind to concentrate on plowing the moaning woman. She saw the bulge of her two cocks go inevitably up until they rested squarely in-between Niobe's breasts, who couldn't help but moo loudly as she was finally claimed in her entirety. Even then, Rosa's relentless pace wouldn't be stopped even by her appreciation of her friend's body. This was how she enjoyed living. This was what she was meant for. This was her purpose. And then a doubt wormed into her mind.

It started small, not even a whisper and yet it was soon the only thing she could think about. What if instead of Niobe getting fucked it was her?! The image crystalized into her mind, echoing behind every of her moans and grunts. Her balls, which by now were loudly clapping on her slut's pillowy ass clenched violently and she felt a familiar pressure building up in her core. She felt suddenly frozen, much like she'd been earlier when talking to Eleanor. By now she'd stood up and the only thing holding up her friend was the vast girth of her rock-hard cocks, spearing the shortstack and leaving her with only the option to gurgle for mercy... or more, Rosa couldn't quite tell.

Of mercy, Niobe received none.

The first ejaculation filled the shortstack to the brim, the second pushed her past her limit. Her belly, which until now had remained mostly taut if not the two massive cocks spearing it, was instantly blown out of proportions as liters upon liters of semen were forced into it. Her belly swole until she looked like she was pregnant but then kept going until she was gravid.

Rosa panted, her nerves shot as she collapsed to her knees with her friend still impaled on her. The mass of Niobe's still growing belly was now spreading even her breasts apart and she looked more like an inflated onahole yet the towering breeder couldn't bring herself to stop cumming. All she could manage to do was weakly pull the living condom off her still throbbing members, coating her in a liberal amount of cum the moment the gaped shortstack fell on her cushions. She was so soft, Rosa thought, so beautiful.

After that it took a bit of time for them both to find a comfortable position that didn't involve squeezing too much cum out of Niobe but they managed, somehow. Her back leaning against the padded wall and with Niobe literally using her overfilled balls as a warm cushion, Rosa was filled on all sides with softness. And yet...

"Listen," she began, "when I used the mutagen... to fix myself."

"Yeah?"

"You were the one who helped me after I was done with the library, who found me this job. But I never really thanked you."

"Aww girl, shaddap. I've spent enough time on your dicks to know you owe me nothing now." She leaned closer and nuzzled one of Rosa's flaccid members. "Hell, I'm so addicted to these two monsters I should probably thank YOU for getting them!"

Rosa smiled but that smile quickly transitioned to a gasp as it became clear that despite being blown up like a balloon, Niobe had no intention of stopping there. Their sessions usually started like this, with a quickie followed by a more thorough plowing and yet everytime Rosa was surprised by the shortstack vigor and aggressiveness past the first coupling. Niobe was by now slathering each lengths with vigorous passes of her tongue, her hands groping at each of the finger thick veins that laced the marbled expanse of dick. Its twin wasn't left alone either, rubbing lasciviously in-between the black shortstack's swollen breasts and stiffening until it was like a massive fleshy club. Once again, Rosa couldn't help but marvel at the sight of her monstrous members, their sight still surreal despite now having for more than 5 years.

When she'd shot up from 1m53 to her current height and gained more than 150kg of muscles thanks to that experimental mutagen, she'd already felt much more confident. She'd gone to sleep in her much smaller bed and awoken with two dicks the size of arms and balls the size of pumpkins and then she knew her life had been definitely changed. But she still loved her body: each dick was certainly similar to that of a horse, if shape if not size but with minutes differences she'd grown to love over the years.

The base of her shafts was thinner than normal before ballooning wildly in girth by the middle which, combined with the bunched up foreskin that covered even its thick head, gave them the look of fleshy baseball bats. And unlike horses, her shafts never retracted which meant her full glory was always on display. It certainly matched the size of her swollen testicles, which were encased in leathery yet sensitive skin, and pulsated so violently their shape was easily visible through the thickest of clothes.

And now Rosa had a cum drunk bitch ready to rediscover them all over again. At least said bitch hadn't wasted any time and begun to worship her.

Niobe had already started on the side of the lowermost shaft and delighted in nibbling on the overgrown veins that scoured its surface. Once in a while she'd take a deep whiff of the musk surrounding her and her eyes would cross as she shook in orgasm. Yet that didn't stop her from rubbing her face into the two appendages that she'd fallen in love with. Even now as her legs trembled and she felt yet more cum exiting her gaping holes, it only motivated her to get more, MORE stuffed in her. She'd been ravaged and even now felt like echoes of that moment were resonating deep in her cunt. That content aching she felt building up in her chest when she hadn't been milked, that red hot desire pooling up within her womb.

Only Rosa could defile her deep enough that for a while she felt herself come back. For all she loved to be taken by the breeders of the ranch, it could not compare to the satisfaction the shortstack felt when her friend had finished leaving liters upon liters of spunk deep in her.

She shook her head and resumed her exploration of her lover's genitals, roughly jerking off the massive poles while burying her face in the crevice of her testicles. Above Rosa was mauling her chest and whimpering in ecstasy, a surprising display of vulnerability that only motivated Niobe to be more thorough. Yet a time finally came when she could no longer ignore the heat between her legs. By this point, she was drenched in her bull's cum, having taken great care to make sure each cumshot she elicited during her oral session landed squarely on her, not that it mattered given the sheer amount that had been raining.

And so she slowly rose, inadvertently pinning the two shafts between her breasts while she met the incandescent stare of the one she trusted most to fuck her.

For a moment, they both paused, enjoying the silence that stretched.

"You're the best, Niobe." whispered Rosa.

"I know, I know." Niobe smirked back. "Now come on, don't make me beg for it."

Then she lowered her head and began planting dainty kisses upon the chiseled abs of her friend, the taste of her sweat sweetly stinging her tongue.

"Come on baby, you know what to do."

It felt like a whirlwind tore through the secluded corner. In an instant Rosa had flipped the cowgirl on her stomach and now busied herself using her shafts to rain strikes upon the poor girl's sore ass. By then Niobe was crying out, begging for the most virile person she'd ever known to ravage her. Underneath her, her mountainous breasts were disgorging their bounty at a prodigious rate and she was rubbing her pussy madly with twitching hands despite Rosa keeping her face mashed against a pillow. Babbling streams of needy moans and demands streamed from her lips without rhyme or reason and it was how the mexican stud knew her slut was ready. But first...

She slammed her shaft onto Niobe's back and delighted in seeing her spewings glans almost reach the girl's neck whilst the bull's balls rested heavily against her friend's back, mashed against her needy sex. Rosa held still for an instant, leaned close to her friend's ear and whispered softly:

"I'm going to wreck you."

She drew back, aimed both of her swollen heads onto the quivering sex of her friend and tried to plow forward. She was instantly rewarded with a breathless grunt followed by an ecstatic whimper and, for all her twin members bent and tried fruitlessly to fit in, just a searing wetness against her tips. Damn slut was still so tight... she drew back and reconsidered her options before a wicked idea crossed her mind. She stood up, put one of her feet on Niobe's neck - for balance as much as to assert dominance - and lifted the eager slut's body until even her breasts were off the ground, only her swollen nipples still rubbing against the cushions. From there it was a question of lining up her first shaft, then her second, the two flares monstrosities utterly dwarfing the fragile looking pussy of her partner. But Rosa knew better.

She went in slowly. At first. The early moments were torturous, her massive girth wrecking Niobe's clenching slit seemingly beyond repair yet every centimeter crammed in brought with it its own muffled moan and splash of femcum on the stud's muscled thighs. Soon she could no longer resist that rapturous pussy and her pace intensified until at last her balls were smashing against the black woman's clit. By then Rosa had given up on her precarious position and was now plowing into Niobe doggystyle, ramming the girl's belly so deep she could swear she was punching her womb against the floor, even though the cushions. Of course, the shortstack didn't care for that as she was currently being crushed by the mass of the rampaging bull. With no more finesse left in her, Rosa pistoned as deep as she could and rampaged to her heart's content. She knew that soon her orgasm would come and along with it pleasure unlike any other...

Or...

She did have something in mind, something she hadn't dared explore yet, a possibility her frenzied mind latched on the moment the thought crossed it. Already she could feel her balls rumbling, their heaving bulk clenching and unclenching as their load brewed even more intensely. Soon it would be too late, she had to-

One of her hands left Niobe's hips before slapping itself against her own pussy. There, as of yet untouched and swollen so large it looked like a miniature cock, laid her clit. Rosa shivered then ground her hand against the large protrusion.

Suddenly, she was floating, an arc of lightning spreading slowly through her entire being as her pulse quickened and her body heated up. She'd barely touched herself and yet a gasp escaped her lips; tremors echoing throughout her whole body. She tried to say something, anything and only a distressed gurgle escaped her lips. Oh god, was she going to die? She was-

Rosa came and she came hard.

Her muscles were tensed, flexing like they'd never before yet she was so numb. Her blood rang, it pulsed through her veins, hot lava scouring her from head to toe. She shuddered once, twice then crumpled over Niobe, her swollen cocks buried deeper than ever. The massive poles were stiffer than she'd ever felt be, just from mashing her hand against her clit.

Yet she stiffened again and a veritable torrent of cum tore itself out of her sore members, plunging her into further ecstasy. Her entire world reduced itself to her throbbing cocks buried deep, her sore balls rumbling with yet more unspent seed and her desperate desire to moo. Her... what?

The heat in her body was rising, she had to do something! In a daze, her movement jerky from the constant orgasm that hadn't yet abated, she tore off the strap binding her breasts and started mauling at her own sensitive nipples. She'd had them pierced long ago, knowing she'd never have to provide milk like the breeders yet the powerful pleasure from her pussy demanded more in turn from her other feminine parts. Her hands squeezed and brushed against the massive orbs while underneath Niobe gurgled on her inflating belly, as if forgotten. Then in a last stroke of genius, Rosa hands each roughly grasped a nipple and tugged and her world turned white.

If before she'd merely had a hint that she wanted to moo then the strangled cry that tore itself from her throat was the beginning of the end. In time she was mooing as loudly as each of the bitches she'd seeded. She had no milk to give but did that matter when she had so much cum to make up for it?

Niobe certainly couldn't tell now, perched atop her swollen belly with each cock still disgorging massive ropes of cum inside her gaped womb.

Remnants of the first cumshot had long been forced through her mouth with instead the growing bulk of her cumflated pussy pressing against her stomach. Yet despite the cum running down her nose and mouth, she didn't care. In time her belly had been rendered as large as her breasts and then more.

Now her only desire was to be treated like a broodmother by her best friend. Rosa would keep destroying her pussy more, keep reshaping her cunt with each stroke of her monstrous clubs and when she was done she'd stuff Niobe so full of warm cum that the girl couldn't even think. She was already getting close to that stage! Even with Rosa atop her, the black girl's womb had been expanded so thoroughly that her hands and feet couldn't even reach the ground.

And still Rosa kept going, mooing all the while and tugging at her breasts. Much as Niobe would have liked to join in, her brain was too fried and all she managed were ruined gasps that were interrupted by whorish moans in time with each of the bull's cumshots.

Perhaps some of the other cows had realized the scene that was unfolding for soon a multitude gathered around the breeding pair, cooing at their lovemaking before attempting to soothe them, in the only way they knew how.

Niobe sound found eager mouths clamped around her nipples, their tongues lapping at the creamy bounty with more finesse than the pumps of the milker she usually used. Others first sought to clear her face before settling in on kissing her, delighting whenever she gurgled another globule of cum to share between their eager mouths.

Of course, Rosa wasn't left alone. For all the cows were surprised at her newfound mooing, none let that stop them from enjoying the prodigious virility of their prime breeder. A horde of them settled behind her, eager to bathe every centimeter of her trembling balls in a tongue bath that only kept her cumming more. Others preferred to settle in front of her, the most enterprising even straddling Niobe's back to share her saliva with Rosa.

The bull was a hungry kisser, her mouth ravenous in its attention and demanding in its exactitude for all she looked insensate. Muffled moos kept tearing through her even as the eager sluts around her did their best to silence it, though none of the cows dared to even touch her pussy and breasts for Rosa had forbidden that a long time ago and never bothered recanting the interdiction. And now, mooing and cumming her brains out, she certainly wasn't in any shape to tell them otherwise.

So on they went, coaxing yet more cum from her trembling frame until she was about to drop, having smashed all of her records by then. If not content - though she definitely was - she certainly rewired her brain for the next time she would "get in touch with her feminine side", so to speak.

It was just a shame that her lovemaking session extended from 10 am to well past 7am the next day, obviously far past the dinner she was supposed to attend. Oh well.

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If Eleanor had been about to grouse at being blown off so carelessly when she found her bull the next morning, Rosa certainly heard none of it as the rancher instead stared slack jawed at the spectacle before her:

There was Niobe, suspended a meter and a half atop her sloshing belly with only a plug the size of a bowling ball preventing the contents of her womb from escaping. With her breasts hooked to a pump and more swollen than ever, by far the biggest prize-cow on the ranch.

For all that however, the black girl remained cheerful if a bit zoned-out; she still read her comic book while twiddling her finger around a stray lock of her frizzy hair.

And then there was indeed Rosa, comparatively diminutive if that was even possible due to being hunched over and withdrawing into herself like she wasn't an above-two-meter giantess of pure sex. Even now when the bull looked at Niobe, Eleanor could see her prized bull's genitals lurch violently with unspent need. It certainly was a reminder of the girl's potential.

"Soooo... it's way too early for this bullshit. I dunno what happened but seeing how everyone is okay, I'm gonna do my administrative work and hope this isn't a dream. Rosa, get some rest and meet me tonight for another dinner, hopefully one you won't miss."

She turned to go, blinked when she saw Niobe, sighed and stopped.

"Niobe, keep doing what you're doing I guess? If Rosa tries anything, tell her to fuck off, you both need to rest."

"You got it boss!" "Hey!" echoed the two girls' response simultaneously.

Despite Eleanor's injunctions, Rosa still remained a bit to make sure Niobe's dopey countenance would only be temporary and indeed found herself pleasantly surprised. About an hour later after they'd stopped fucking, the girl's belly had changed from a source of bliss to a low-key annoyance since even in the sea of pillows there were only so many ways you could lay on your stomach for so long.

Rosa would have offered to pull the plug and empty her friend but she knew how valuable the mutagenic seed that was harvested from her could be.

For all she was called a breeder, what mattered was less the children she could give someone - pregnancy was completely impossible given the average mutant's altered genome - and more the potent fluids that could be harnessed from both members of the coupling. Rosa having once been modified by an exceedingly potent version of a mutagen, her semen was thus in high demand. Not that Niobe would have minded keeping it all for herself.

"So big girl, finally feeling better?" she tentatively asked.

"You're the one asking me that? Your stomach is literally bigger than you!" Rosa laughed. "Nah, I'm fine. Just had some... things to work out."

"I can imagine. I don't know what you did to cum like that but I might get slightly addicted to being blown-up like a doll. It was..." Niobe set down her comic. "I don't think you've ever fucked me like that before and I loved it. And if this," pointing a finger at her belly, " is the price to get some more than I'll pay it anytime."

Rosa chuckled, her warm laugh echoing inside the barn. She'd long made her mind that while she liked Niobe as a friend with benefits, a sister-in-spirit of sorts, their relationship would never go beyond that. And thankfully the feeling was mutual.

"Don't get too used to it. I'm... well, I'm trying to understand what that means for me."

"We all have to figure ourselves out at some point. I thought you'd already done that when you took the mutagen but I guess you've still got a long ways to go."

"We'll see." responded Rosa. "I think I'm gonna go get some sleep and, uh, prepare myself for tonight." She stopped fiddling with her nose-ring to pass a calloused hand through her hair. "Fuck, my sleep schedule is gonna be shot for the next few days."

"And whose fault is that you big dummy? I wasn't the one thrusting for hours on end!"

"Ahaha, stop hitting me, I get it! Anyways, I'm gonna go."

"Sure. Uh, while you're going, could you get me more comics from there? I can't exactly move right now."

"Oops."

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About eight hours later and after a deserved shower, Rosa felt like a brand new person as she made her way towards the ranch's communal kitchen. For all Eleanor had a separate unit as the ranch's owner, she could nevertheless often be found cooking here as she claimed it calmed her nerves and helped spend times with her precious employees.

"A good excuse to get out of work," she'd say.

Naturally, Rosa found her in the process of putting the finishing touches on a stew, no doubt what they'd be eating later. Rosa stopped in the doorway, taking a few seconds to admire her boss. It had to be said that Eleanor was wildly beautiful, with her long blonde hair and lucent blue eyes. She certainly wasn't as buxom or shapely as the other cows but was instead slender and graceful, though still muscled in that way only those who toiled daily could be. Yet that wasn't to say she wasn't feminine, usually preferring to use a long flowing sundress with a leather apron, odds being 50/50 that she wore anything underneath at any given time.

Finally noticing that she was being stared at, she looked up from her boiling pot to send a shining smile that simply melted Rosa's heart.

"Hey sweetheart, smelled the good food coming, right?"

"Damn right! This looks delicious. We're gonna eat here I assume?"

"Please, darling, as if we would have the chance to talk alone here. No, as soon as this bad boy is done cooking, you're escorting me back home so we can have a long thorough discussion."

Rosa blinked. Even just looking at Eleanor's curves when she had talked of this "long thorough discussion" was enough to make her pants feel tight; it thus came as both a surprise and relief then that the timer for the pot went off. It did mean that she was treated to the rather appetizing sight of Eleanor bending over to check the stew, the hunger within the bull quite distinct from her stomach's. But she forced herself to ignore it.

The way to Eleanor's quarters was mercifully short - the building almost adjunct to the rest of the compound - yet it still stretched on eternally for Rosa. For all she was the boss's best bull, the two seldom interacted beyond the requisite smalltalk and while it was one thing to have her come by when ball-deep into a mooing cow it wasn't the same when there were no distractions.

The inside was quaint and tastefully dated, a welcome change from the almost hospital-like pristineness of the barn, where the cows lived in well-maintained and sterile luxury.

It was like this part of the ranch hadn't moved from traditional cattle whereas the rest of the world had whirled forward at a frightening pace.

Rosa knew that once upon a time Eleanor's parents had been ranchers but when they had passed during the Event she had been forced to cut her studies short to take care of the place. It was a genuine stroke of luck that then saw her rebranding herself to the extraction of mutagens from willing volunteers, to her immediate financial success. Not everyone would have been able to make the switch, Rosa knew, nor would just anyone have been libertine enough to adjust to it...

She bumped her horns against the living room's doorway, swore and ducked underneath. Yet another reminder of the world before, one that hadn't been ready for people like her. She sighed and picked an armchair to settle in, this piece of furniture thankfully having been arranged to fit most employees of her build. Meanwhile Eleanor had set the stew on a table in the dining room and was now busy fetching herself a bottle of brandy, a peaceful silence stretching in her wake. She found a chair and nestled deep before drawing a quilted blanket over herself, looking quite snug in its plush embrace. Rosa noted that she was sipping from the bottle with a straw, which sounded like the kind of thing that would give well-mannered gentlemen conniptions; but the boss looked so satisfied with that that she couldn't bring herself to comment on it. She didn't need to anyway, Eleanor soon settled the bottle to the side before addressing her prime stud directly.

"Sorry I didn't offer you anything but I only got alcohol and well... you know... the contract. I forgot to restock Monday."

"Don't worry, it's fine, I had to drink a lot of water anyways, after my time with Niobe. She damn near drained me dry! Uh, shouldn't we put the stew on something to keep the heat?"

Eleanor glanced at the pot and shrugged.

"Don't worry sweetheart, it's gonna keep the heat well and besides, I don't feel like getting up right now. Do you?" She gave Rosa a second to answer and when none came forth continued. "Besides, I doubt you've answered my invitation just to talk about the stew. It can wait, don't worry."

"O-okay. I guess it's not that important..." stammered the bull in a most uncharacteristic manner. She was anxious to talk about anything else but figured she might as well rip off the bandaid. "I saw you getting fucked by Hào and Ness two days ago!" It was eerie how winded she was despite just saying one sentence.

For her part, the boss just raised an eyebrow and took a slow sip of her drink. She then put the straw down, her face carefully neutral.

"I don't suppose it's a secret I like to fool around with my employees, Rosa. If you're worried about me becoming pregnant, we both know that's not an issue with mutants but I still don't mess around with safety." Her eyes narrowed. "If this is a question of jealousy however, I-"

"Nonono," interrupted Rosa with a blush, "it's just I... Fuck I don't know how to talk about this - not because you're my boss mind you! - but I feel like I've spent so much time doing this job and..."

"Don't worry sweetheart, you can tell me whatever is on your mind. You know I won't judge, god knows the dickheads around me have done enough of that for a lifetime."

Rosa lifted her head and found Eleanor looking at her with a much softer expression. It certainly felt silly now, how nervous she was to express herself. Of course the boss wouldn't judge, she was the one who'd found her when she was almost homeless and had given her a job with any judgement. So why the fuck did she still struggle to say what she wanted?!

"I... did I ever explain my situation before you found me, boss?"

"Well, a bit. I never thought it polite to pry and Niobe told me a bit, what she knew you wouldn't mind me knowing, but she was as secretive as you on the subject. I don't mind of course, your personal life belongs to you despite how complicated it can get with this job, but is this related to it?"

"Well, kinda. I guess... I just, I dunno, I'm trying to find my way to what I want to say." Rosa frowned, it was so damn difficult putting her thoughts in order! "Okay, so: I was a librarian who lived at her parent's apartment along with 7 other kids. And uh, I kinda fucking hated that life."

"Okay, it's gonna be THAT kind of talk. Don't worry, honey, you're not the first I've had to talk about their life before they arrived into the exploitation. Just gimme a sec..." Eleanor quickly took out her phone, rattled a text to all the employees not to contact her for about 2 or 3 hours and threw the damn thing onto a nearby couch where it started to vibrate with incoming messages the both of them ignored. "Sorry for the interruption, go on."

Rosa sighed.

"You know, before I became like this, I was smaller than you and uh... way less curvy. In fact I was pretty much a stick. Combined with my glasses, hair and old clothes, I don't think people could ever figure out what gender I was before I spoke out loud. The number of people who thought I was a kid doing an internship at the library, man, it was tiring. Plus, I knew from the start that I liked both men and women." She looked at a faint scar near her left bicep. "My mom was Catholic as hell - Mexicans, you know - and she was the kind of person who thought that the Event was God's way of punishing us for being sinners. When I told her I was bisexual, before I took the mutagen too, she threw a fucking knife at me! I don't know if she really cared about how much it hurt me, she just saw me as one of the heretics she loathed so much." Despite how discreet and faded the mark was, Rosa was confident she'd never forget where it was. "I went to the hospital and came home to find her door closed. Then from that point on I slept in the library. But fuck, it hurt... I just- I just wanted her to love me!"

Eleanor had gotten up at some point, though Rosa couldn't on her life tell when, and was now hugging her arm hard. It helped, really, but not as much as just listening and being there. Why the fuck were her eyes full of tears?!

"And that was why Niobe told you to find me for a job?"

"No..." Rosa sniffled. "At that point I hadn't taken the serum but I knew I didn't like myself as I was. It was the worst period of my life, my mom abandoning me and when I realized I was gonna spend my life as this fucking nobody that everybody would walk on without noticing. I just couldn't take it." She paused and smiled ruefully. "I didn't know Niobe at that point, she probably would have told me what a stupid fucking idea I was having: I sold the library - which by this point wasn't worth a lot but was still my only home - and pooled all my savings to get a vial of mutagen. The Event had only been like one or two years ago so that stuff wasn't as tightly regulated as it was now but even then I kinda knew this was dangerous as hell."

She slouched back further in the armchair, leaning her head back and delivering a bone-rumbling sigh. Back then she'd felt so tired and even just talking about it nowadays was enough to make her feel like she was done with life as she'd been back then.

"The people who'd bought the library hadn't started working on the renovations then and so I was squatting inside; when I got my canister nobody could know what I was planning to do. Niobe... she arrived by accident because she was thinking of relocating in the neighbourhood and fucking loved comic books. She was probably pretty surprised to see me hunched over naked, screaming my ass off because of the pain I was going through. But she still helped me.."

"That's how you met her?! I thought you'd been childhood friends!"

"Nah, complete strangers. But the moment she saw me she dropped everything and helped me feel better. Did you know she was a paramedic before she quit? She told me she didn't ever want to see a dead body ever again but I guess that came in clutch. She spent the entire night consoling me, telling me everything was gonna be okay. She was the fucking best."

"Well, I didn't know this side of her but I can't say I'm surprised." grinned Eleanor. "She's always been a standup gal and I don't think this ranch would be half as cheerful if she wasn't there to bring our spirits up."

"Yeah, you're right. After that whole thing was over and she was sure I wasn't going to die, she offered me to come to her apartment until I found my footing. Her only condition was that I bring over all the comics in the library's stock, I don't think the people who bought it ever got back to me...

Anyway, I was moping around for like, a year or so before I finally felt ready to go out. So I decided to go visit my mom. I dunno why I thought things would be different, I don't even know why I expected her to be okay with all of this. I remember I'd dyed my hair red to give myself some courage and when she opened the door I must have looked like a complete stranger."

"Did... she recognize you?"

"No, not until I called her Mom. It was like she'd seen the devil then. She just called me a monster, an abomination and told me she had no daughters now. I saw my siblings looking at me with fear in their eyes..." She shuddered. "They probably thought I was some big fucking ogre trying to come devour them or something..."

Eleanor dropped her friend's arm to cup her cheeks and brought her forehead to the bull's. Despite the tears, despite the sorrow, she was still there. It was nice.

"Never say that sweetheart! You are my best worker, I know you love everyone in the ranch so don't fucking say that! We all love you, we know you could never do such a thing." One of her hands let go and she brought it to her own eyes, brushing discreetly a few tears. "Even if your mother didn't deserve you, even if your siblings rejected you, you'll always have a place here. Forever."

It was strange; for all Rosa wanted to cry the anguish felt muted and she could scarcely manage to let out a strangled sob before her tears dried. She felt like she wanted to let everything out but there was nothing left to give. It was agonizing, the kind of pain no one should ever have to go through. But she would endure.

Looking at Eleanor made her confident that despite what she was going through, despite the scars her previous life had left, she could make herself a new future.

Indeed, Eleanor was looking at her with such gentleness and warmth that Rosa felt herself blush. She gruffly brushed at her face to wipe away the tears and moved to rebuff her boss, why was she getting so sappy?! But she was stopped by a gentle hand laying on her bicep, a soft touch that reminded her there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"You feeling okay, honey?" softly asked the boss. "We can keep talking if you're feeling up for it. Or maybe we can go eat?"

"No, no, that's... it's okay. I still haven't even told you why I'm feeling bad."

Eleanor got up and sat herself back in her chair, quilted blanket and all; she then sighed and took a long, LOOOONG draw from her bottle.

"Okay I'm ready. Whatever you have to say, I can take it."

"Uh, sure. I was thinking that..." God were the words hard to say. "When I saw you with Ness and Hào, I... kinda wanted to be in your place. To feel them desire me not just because I'm a stud but... as a woman."

From there a silence fell on the room. Rosa had cringed and dared not to open her eyes, especially when no response was put forth but after enough time passed she couldn't stand not seeing her boss' reaction.

Eleanor was leaning back in her chair, hands on her mouth as she seemed to slowly recite a prayer or some mute sentence only herself could know the meaning of.

Then she brought her head back down and locked eyes with Rosa, hers twinkling in relief.

"Not gonna lie, I thought you were gonna tell me that you had to quit for some reason or other and I was wondering how I'd manage."

Uh? Rosa blinked, quite confused at Eleanor's words.

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"Oh sorry, must have looked quite inconsiderate of me to say that." She giggled then schooled her face. "Look, I know you're having trouble coming to terms with your identity but if you thought this would make me hate you or something like that, well... Honey, you're rocking a cock the size of my damn leg and I've seen you use it day after day after day in service of making this ranch the most prosperous in the region: you really believe I wouldn't think you deserve some rest?"

"No b-but I'm a bull, right? That should be a problem!"

Eleanor scoffed, taking on a half-angry countenance neither of them believe in.

"You said yourself that you saw me get railed by two of my employees, do you really think I have any room to judge how you're living your life? Way I see it, if you're able to flourish in ways neither of us expected then all the better. Don't let the old world's way of categorizing people in tiny little airless boxes stop you from becoming who you desire. Who you should be."

"But what about the ranch? You said it yourself, you didn't know what you'd do if I stopped being a bull!"

"Now hold on a minute, honey, that's not what I meant. The ranch is quite well-off and we could afford to coast on for a while even if you left, despite the, uh, noticeable dip in production. But that's not to say we wouldn't be bummed out to see you go!" Eleanor took a breath, a sip of brandy, then went right back to her tirade. "Niobe would be left alone without you and I know that would make her sad! Besides, all my employees are precious to me and I care for them even if I don't often have the time to show it. It's thanks to your hard work and that of the others that we've managed to go this far, I'm just the one that put it together."

"Y-you mean it? I can stop being a bull?"

"Of course I mean it honey! Far as I'm concerned, you lot are like a second family to me, the one that stepped after my parents died. If you're worried about being a bull, I'll just find you something else to do in the meantime and you can go back if and whenever you want."

Rosa couldn't quite believe it. It was so welcome, so obvious, so... perfect. Yet there was one last knot in her belly, one last question that struggled to escape and maybe the one that had her the most nervous. She knew if she asked this question, there was no going back...

"Eleanor, I..."

"Yes, honey?"

Rosa examined her boss in detail, poring over her graceful traits and alluring body, imagining her naked despite the blanket hiding her shapely legs. If the blonde noticed the sudden bulge tenting her bull's jockstrap or the way she was being devoured by her hungry eyes - and she doubtless was - she didn't judge her for it. If anything, she moved to better display her body to her leering companion.

"See something you like, Rosa?"

It felt electrifying to have this stunning woman say her name like that... The way it rolled off her tongue had her shivering and begging for more.

"I was wondering, um, I thought that if... that you, well.. that there are things you could..."

Rosa froze the moment Eleanor got up. Her boss strutted over to her, hips rolling in ways that the Mexican bull hadn't known her boss could ever do, then she tossed her hair back and leaned carefully toward her face, as if to kiss the transfixed stud. Yet instead her lips trailed close to Rosa's scarlet cheek to instead rest near her ear where she gently whispered:

"Don't worry Rosa. Let us have supper and then I shall teach you the pleasures of being a woman."

Rosa was so hard in her jockstrap, so tense that she knew that if her boss' lips were to meet her skin, if she were to nibble on her lobe, that she would cum instantly. But instead the damnable temptress let off the pressure and drew back, leaving Rosa nursing perhaps the fastest blue balls she'd ever gotten.

Eleanor made her way to the dining room and only paused to send her employee a teasing smirk.

"Not hungry? You won't have your dessert if you don't enjoy what I made first."

Rosa rushed behind.

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Truthfully, the food was delicious but the actual dinner passed in such a blur that Rosa couldn't remember any of it. It didn't help that all throughout the meal, Eleanor had been teasing her bulging package with a mischievous sandal-clad foot. That, she DEFINITELY remembered.

Then in as much of a blur as the food before, Eleanor had her go fetch a few things while she prepared herself for the evening to come.

Rosa had just finished dazedly setting up a blanket on the ground outside when she heard her boss arrive. It didn't matter that she was on a hill with the warm summer breeze rustling the tall grass, she looked up and her breath caught on her lips. There was Eleanor, long hair the color of straw swaying in the wind and playful blue eyes surmounting a smirk directed at her. Framed by the setting sun like a goddess of yore, the shadow of her body through her semi-transparent sundress made it obvious that the woman wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Rosa gulped, her attention caught despite the discreet arrival. She'd undressed at her boss' bidding and could already feel her twin members start to stiffen but before that could happen, Eleanor threw her a strange object.

It was a strange thick leather ring, in fact it looked like a...

"Come on honey, put it on. It might be a bit tight but between you and me," she winked, "I think that only makes it better."

Blushing fiercely with a hue that matched her hair shining in the sun, Rosa nevertheless obliged. It was a struggle to make her entire package fit inside the thick leather ring but she nonetheless managed, thankfully the ring's bulk was stretchy enough that she wasn't at risk of losing circulation. She still felt it stretch laboriously whenever she clenched her kegels but was interrupted in her examination by a playful slap on one of her shafts by the woman of the hour.

"Come on Rosa, I didn't bring you here so these two could drain the blood from your brain!"

"O-oh, uh sorry! So what do you want me to do?"

"It's pretty simple: just go lay down there and you'll see."

Though she was curious, Rosa still obeyed. At first she laid on her back but a quick sign from Eleanor had her resting on her belly. At least, she tried but it became immediately apparent that with her two fat rods in the way she'd have to improvise. She finally ended up with the two members sandwiched between her breasts, her rock-hard abs mashing the soft flesh against the blanket beneath in a way that wasn't so much painful as strangely arousing.

It was odd, how tense she felt despite how nice her boss had been, how stressed she was feeling. But this sunset, a beautiful lady alluringly teasing her, the prospect of being made a woman...

"You know honey, I don't think enough people compliment you enough on your physique." Eleanor nudged down her sunglasses, taking in the tanned expanse of prime meat laying down before her. "Sure you've got great cocks but I know that body just has to take work to maintain, mutagen or not."

"Well, it certainly did help but I like thinking the constant sex is the main reason I'm in a great shape or something like that..." Rosa hesitated. "Is it really that great?"

Eleanor paused in her preparations; she was still taking time to set up her various tools and had to process what her prospective lover had just said. "Is it great, you're asking me?" She chuckled in disbelief. "Rosa, sweetheart, you're a mountain of muscle over... uh, 2 meters or something like that. In the old world, you'd have been a goddess. Hell, the reason why people don't pay you to step on them is because you'd probably kill them in the process..." She placed down the bottle of lotion she'd been holding down and pointed a latex covered finger at her lips. The thin black gloves she'd just put on made for quite the contrast with her plump red lips, Rosa shivered when she noticed. "You know, thinking about it, I'm pretty sure I know people who'd charge even higher for that; maybe we could make that a thing in the barn. Secure, cozy, easily washable... That's already 99% percent of the surfaces there!"

Since Rosa wasn't quite keen on thinking about the logistics of that, her brain latched on the nearest thing it could: what Eleanor was preparing. "So, uh, what are you gonna do with all that?"

"Wow, you must be really stressed if you keep yapping that much! I don't think I've ever heard you speak that much, ever!" Eleanor bent down and planted a soft kiss on Rosa's brow.

Once again the tense breeder shivered but if Eleanor noticed she didn't mention it. In fact she was currently busy putting lotion on her hands, generously putting dollop after dollop of iridescent goo on her pitch-black gloves.

"You, my dear, are going to receive a massage courtesy of me!" The boss slapped her hands together and giggled at the small splatter of lotion that ensued. "You may not know that about me but I used to be a massage therapist before I inherited the ranch. I've... always admired the human form and now that I have my own entourage of cuties like you, I gotta say I'm in my own personal heaven."

Rosa couldn't quite find what to answer that with. Seeing as no response was forthcoming, her boss shrugged and siddled closer, her hands already shivering in delight at the prospect of getting to work on this prime cut of beef.

"Don't worry Rosa, honey, I'm gonna treat you like you deserve; it IS gonna be intense though. Just tell me if it's too much and I'll go slower."

"S-sure."

It was quite surreal for Eleanor to see the towering breeder act so meekly. For as long as they'd known each other, the bull had always been cocky and self-assured, secure in her knowledge that she was - and by far - the most virile breeder in all the state. And now, trembling before her eyes and taut like a bundle of knots?

Slowly, Eleanor pressed her hands down on Rosa's scalding flesh and she marvelled at the heat and firmness of it. Forget muscle, this was pure steel!

Nevertheless she had a job to do and, before she got to the fun part, needed to actually do it.

She started at Rosa's calves and spent what felt like an eternity handling the stress-ridden muscles, straining her hands just to feel the slightest give. Nevertheless the effect was immediate as Rosa started sighing and moaning, though so quietly Eleanor had to strain her ears to ear - the poor bull really REALLY should have let herself go. But the blonde woman knew that one's nature was not so easily forgotten. It had already taken an unusual amount of vulnerability for Rosa to expose herself like that and Eleanor knew she couldn't squander that opportunity so she carried on.

The thighs, the glutes, the back and then the arms, upper and forearm, she labored over it with the patience of a saint. It was worth it, truly, to hear Rosa's whimpers rise in volume and tone: at first it it was obvious she felt embarrassed and only small squeaks escaped her, then before long her whispers had gone throaty and she let more escape than she'd like, by the end of it she was openly moaning and reduced to a mere puppet to be molded by her boss.

Brushing off the sweat pouring from her brow and shaking the strain from her hands, Eleanor leaned back to admire her handiwork. Rosa had started in a fairly guarded stance, straight as an arrow with her arms curled around her head; now she was twitching all over and barely breathing. Eleanor crouched before Rosa with a mischievous grin, the latter's blurry eyes focusing when they spotted the drenched pussy barely hidden by the sundress clinging to her boss's skin. Eleanor wouldn't hide the fact that working on Rosa had made her very excited but sadly she'd have to care for herself later: she couldn't keep her friend waiting. She chuckled as she saw the breeder zero in with single-minded intensity on her cunt but decided to ignore that.

"Sorry I couldn't do your front Rosa but I'm afraid my arms would have fallen off if I had to do that on the same day." She smiled. "Besides, this was only half the reason I had you come here, wasn't it?"

Rosa barely managed to nod, her numb body suffused with a pleasant heat that made it hard to understand whatever the blonde was saying. God she wanted to feel more of it, especially if it was the boss doing it to her...

"Please, Eleanor, I- I want it."

"Damn, if I wasn't so busy with you, I would have ridden your face until you got no air left. Looking all slutty like that, making me act up..."

Eleanor stood up, sadly robbing Rosa of any chance to look at her any more but her disappointment was short-lived. Soon enough thankfully, the pair of hands which had brought her such pleasure quickly reaffirmed themselves on her lower back, yet the boss's touch wasn't pressing or insistent this time, not even firm. It was a subtle caress, one which could barely be felt yet burnt like fire, teasing of pleasure unknown.

The next touch was certainly more forward but no less appealing, as Eleanor started to plant dainty kisses on the bull's behind, taking great care to avoid touching at any point Rosa twitching balls. Before she was done with the trembling breeder, they'd thankfully be able to let out all of their precious cargo and though in any other case Eleanor would call that a waste, she figured it was fine letting this one time pass.

Then it was time for the finale. The trembling bull was unprepared for the sensations that overtake her, the violent lust and shivers at every stray brush of the boss' fingers on her slit. Eleanor then wrenched her hand back and took a languorous lick, the appendages covered in the sweet juices of the trembling bull. The poor girl was so tense now, so close to exploding, on the verge of cumming the hardest she'd ever come. It frightened Rosa, this mountain of pleasure on the verge of cascading all over her, made her dread the release that was to come.

So when it didn't she grew puzzled. Still she didn't dare move, the tension of so much sensations threatening to drive her mad if she so much as made the wrong move. But she heard Eleanor whispering, saying words that she didn't quite reach her ears and that yet she understood: the opportunity to make her a woman. She nodded.

The blonde chuckled and then looked down at Rosa's crotch: her balls were swollen and spreading her thighs, yet her attention was more focused underneath, on the throbbing pair parting the bull's tits. It would have been so easy to tease her until she came liters... But no, not yet.

Instead, her most precious jewel was drooling small rivulets of liquid fire and contracting madly, eager to squeeze on anything that could make it feel pleasure. Yet Eleanor was focused on something even smaller and arguably more important: dyed a brilliant rosy hue and twitching every so often, Rosa's clitoris was proving to be a most appealing target.

Eleanor couldn't hide a menacing grin as she kneeled behind her employee and squeezed more lotion on her palm before she took her place and straddled the bull's sculpted derrière. That done, she brought her palm to Rosa's clit and started RUBBING.

The reaction was immediate, Rosa's breath shot from her chest as she gasped in a pleasured agony she'd only felt once before, yesterday when she'd been mating with Niobe.

Eleanor wasn't rough, her hand simply brushed wetly against Rosa's sensitive nub but it was still more than enough to torture the bull. When she saw how much her ministrations were affecting the girl though, Eleanor couldn't resist delivering a firm open hand slap to her dripping pussy. She savored the labored gasp that ensued but not as much as she enjoyed seeing the bull's wracked limbs digging furrows into the lawn. Rosa howled silently, breathless moans cutting her every attempt to scream her pleasure every time she began to regain her composure. The ring that Eleanor had given her stretched, the thick leather groaning and soon giving with a resounding snap, and in an instant she was shooting ropes of cum from in between her breasts.

Eleanor thankfully wasn't trying to give her a heart attack and relented... after a few minutes. God but Rosa had never felt that tired before! It was like she'd just ran a marathon while dragging a car behind her! She tried to muster any feeling into her rebellious limbs and instantly found that nope, that wasn't happening.

Her head was so woozy in fact that she barely missed the two figures now standing before her.

It was impressive how silently Ness and Hào had moved up the hill... Or it might just have been that her senses were shot from her discovery of her own body. Nevertheless, there stood the two studs before, two prime cuts of meat that she wouldn't have really been concerned with before but that now she couldn't help but recategorize in her mind now.

Hào was tall and athletic, silver piercings dotting his entire figure and long flowing tattoos marking his skin. With silky black hair in a ponytail and the most "pretty boy" aesthetic Rosa had ever seen, the Asian model would already have turned heads without taking into account the three fluffy fox tails that were lazily swishing behind him. It was purely coincidental he resembled a kitsune - a japanese spirit of trickery - especially given that he was actually Chinese but he took it in stride. Whereas she'd once have ignored the girthy bulge of his two slender cocks, now seeing the mere shape of his package through his loose pants was enough to make her salivate.

Ness, however, was much unlike Hào in that not only was he short and slightly out of shape, he also made no effort to look good that Rosa knew about, though she did find the dark hue of his black skin very appealing. That didn't mean he wasn't cute, his messy hair gave him an effortless and boyish charm that the adorable hazel eyes hidden beneath helped convey. Comparatively plain in relation to his companion, that ceased to be once he unveiled his monstrous cock which looked more like a tentacle than anything else. It would literally drag on the ground unless he willed it not to and instead writhed lewdly, oozes of aphrodisiac splattering on the ground. Now, Rosa could only dream about those endless centimeters of wrist-thick and veiny member...

She blinked, the pair had already disrobed and true to form they looked as enthralling as she now recognized them to be. They both stepped by her side, running their hands on her flanks and she shivered, damn her but she shivered! Thankfully, Eleanor was here to make all her apprehensions go away, cooing by her side and tousling her hair softly while groping her chest. The boss had stayed discreet when the boys had unveiled themselves but now that it was clear they would be claiming Rosa, she'd stepped back in to soothe her nervous lover.

"Don't worry honey", she whispered, "they won't push you more than you're willing to go."

Rosa nodded. Normally she'd have trembled, thick with nerves as she was, but the massage and back-to-back orgasms had robbed all strength from her. Now, she was simply to lay and... take it, so to speak. Her eyes met that of Eleanor, her boss' were shining with concern and affection. The bull saw her nod to the two studs before she took Rosa's cheeks in her hands and began to make out with her. It was tender and intimate the way they kissed, much unlike the rough mating the bull had gotten used to. Her lips, the softness of her skin...

She almost missed the shafts slowly burying themselves into her depths, both of Hào's shafts nestling deep and snug inside of her. They were smooth and hot and unlike anything else she'd felt before. She thought she should have been squeezing on them, driving as much pleasure as she could from the act but instead she couldn't bring herself to care much about it.

Oh, it felt great obviously but it was this contentment, this newfound peace that she craved. She dimly heard his hisses of pleasure, the man quite surprised by the lazy rippling of her internal muscles and instead continued to moan in Eleanor's mouth. Her pussy hugged the two cocks but it wasn't forceful, instead a firm and delectable embrace that had him begging for more, so she merely let herself go and let him thrust.

By now he'd hilted himself deep enough that she felt his fat testicles rub against her clit. Their heft was quite prodigious - though not as impressive as her own - but it was their warmth that she relished, their soothing touch against her sensitive bud. A pleasurable static buzzed through her every time their masses impacted and she wouldn't have been surprised if it was the same for him. He was leaning over her, his hands finding rock-hard support on her back while he began to lay into her with a faster pace. His weight atop hers squished her members inbetween her tits even harder - god, she could feel them steadily staining the blanket.

All the while he kept driving himself in and out, his hips blurring while his cocks drilled deep into her core. Her testicles weren't spared either, squished pleasantly by Hào's swinging bulk. The rhythmic "plap" kept going on and on, drilling into her mind with hypnotic efficiency until she desired to be filled with his cum. His cum... his cum... she, she was gonna be pregnant?

The instant that thought passed through her mind, Rosa came. Nevermind that all those affected by mutagen were infertile, just this image of herself with absurdly swollen breasts and a belly filled with offspring was enough to bring her to the edge.

Hào doubtlessly noticed the way she came, the relentless clamping of her flesh on his sensitive shafts brought him to the edge almost instantly. Twin ropes of cum soon drowned her insides: it bloated her womb, sending her into a thrashing fit and bucking against her lover with labored moans, before the pretty man felt the warmth of his cum flow back against his spent balls.

He withdrew delicately his softening members, salivating over the view of Rosa's sweaty back twitching in pleasure, but was soon pushed over by Ness. The young man was obviously raring to go as he rubbed his hands over his cock, covering them in the purple sticky goo that sweetly dripped from his pulsating shaft. Then, he threw himself at Rosa's ass, definitely intent on another target than the one Hào had already plundered.

The poor bull wasn't really able to process the worship of her bountiful derrière by the black man but she wasn't so comatose that she didn't feel the frightening sensation of his cock flopping on her back... up and up... until it was literally drooping past her shoulder. Ness busied himself kneading her posterior for a surprisingly long amount of time before his lust took over and he couldn't hold himself back; it was a whole task for him to wrangle his unruly appendage but he nonetheless managed. The wriggling bulk of his cockhead struggled against her hole for a few precious instants before it slipped inside, helped by Ness's lascivious hands spreading her booty open. Even in the depths of her sexual abyss, she wasn't so far lost as to completely ignore the intruding body but thankfully the penetration didn't bring any pain with it... only pleasure.

Rosa gurgled weakly. Her senses were shot, neurons firing without rhyme or reason at random in her brain which, even now, was struggling to understand just what the hell was happening to her.

Sure she could feel Ness' thick tentacle cock snaking into her guts but it didn't describe even one tenth of the complicated feelings that inhabited her right now!

Hào had been a gentle lover and he had introduced her to the joys of being a woman but Ness was simply and plainly making her his bitch. Even now, as he made out with Hào while thrusting into her, the boy delivered slap after slap on her behind, making her twitch in ecstasy from the rough treatment. The power of his thrusts sent her body rocking back and force, he didn't possess an ounce of Hào's restraint which he more than made up for with enthusiasm. Even better, it meant that she was driving her own cocks inbetween her tits and had to be careful not to send them rocketing into her chin, though that would have been an opportunity to lick at them...

Ness didn't last any longer than his friend, soon taken down by the mighty and sensual ripples of Rosa's insides. His shaft, so flexible yet so supple suddenly hardened before she started to feel a strange sensation inside of her, like bulbs were passing through his cock. Dimly, she recalled something about him laying eggs deep inside his partners, the many bulges distending his cock until it felt like she was being pumped full of them! They were soft and gooey and though a great many burst when she squeezed, their inside was merely full of the same goo that Ness had dripped all over her back, just more concentrated.

It all meant that by the time he was done bloating her insides, she was a drooling mess and desired nothing more than the sweet release of sleep.

Sure she'd only been having sex for like... what, 10 minutes but she was a virgin just before, how brutal was this regimen that she was already wiped out?! And yet it didn't look like it was over just yet.

To her front, Eleanor was busy fiddling with some sort of contraption though she kept one hand between her thighs which made the process take far longer that it should have. Still, with some kisses and gentle reassurances, she managed to access Rosa's twitching horsecocks and affix strange "pumps" to her thickened flares even as the stud tried to get her senses back in order. Though she was careful, the gentle blonde's touch was still enough to send jolts through the stud's sore members.

And then she brought out-

"Are you fucking with me..." drawled Rosa as she beheld the immensity cradled in Eleanor's arms.

The dildo was massive, a shiny black obelisk dotted with geometric ridges at regular intervals of the soft latex. Thankfully it was pliable enough to droop to the side else Rosa didn't know how she could take it- Wait, why was she even considering sticking this into her, it was insane and... Her eyes lazily followed a detail that she'd almost missed, a strange tube running from the dildo's base and snaking to the ground and ending... Now, she certainly didn't miss the cups affixed to her members and while she was tired, she certainly wasn't tired either enough to miss the implication on display.

She kept her mouth shut for Eleanor's first steps but as the woman faded from view, a febrile worry seizing her heart. She couldn't- they'd been gentle with her and - oh God, what if she died?!

"Eleanor, I-"she began in a panicked huff.

"Ssssshhhh, it's okay sweetheart, I'm here. Everything is gonna be okay." softly answered her boss, one of her hands levying the massive sextoy at the breeder's slit while another patted her flank gently. Soon however the soft touch stopped and Rosa was about to ask why when she saw that her lover was beckoning Hào and Ness closer.

The two men gingerly sat by her, each taking one of her hands and gently squeezing it in support. Much as her rattled brain insisted that it wouldn't change anything, Rosa was forced to admit it was... nice.

With them at her side, the situation shifted from this big crazy unknown to... well it was still a big crazy unknown but she knew she was safe.

The broad head of the toy met her lips and started to push through and soon all she could feel was this indescribable pressure. No offense to either of the two men who had introduced her to this pleasure but this felt so different, so much better?! The dildo was indeed massive but it was also soft and pliable, pushing back against her firmly and pressing against all her spots with uncompromising pressure.

In the process of pushing it in she'd already clamped down on it thrice, gutturals groans and moans tearing themselves out of her throat while she felt her belly be distended by this great mass.

Now that it was just left in, she just kept peaking over and over by virtue of feeling it settling deep inside her, crushing her womb and her g-spot. Every move she took to relent the pressure only served to exacerbate the weight she felt, a self-inflicted torture that left her panting and begging for more... less... did she even know at this point?

All she knew was that at some point she'd started shaking her hips again. The minute movements only made the dildo jostle but it felt like a giant pressing down inside and wringing her insides out... Soon enough she felt herself stiffen, power leaving her then coming back in great uncontrolled bursts!

She gasped, tried to breathe and came yet again. Black spots were swimming through her vision as she clenched her abs and tried not to scream herself hoarse.

Looking down in an impromptu feat of will, she could see the flow of white distending the transparent hose, the great flow rapidly moving towards her...

Oh god, there was already the dildo but this on top?! She would never be able to take it!

Fuelled by her panic and wondering what was gonna happen, she began to try and get up to the alarm of her companions. Moments later, Eleanor was seated before her and kissing her deeply, passion burning with every swirl of her tongue while Ness and Hào busied herself with the bull's sensitive breasts. She felt like a puppet in the trio's hands, floating in a cloud of pleasure. They were gently guiding her to an unending climax she'd never wake up from and she she relished the sensation in her deepest heart.

In about three seconds after she'd started cumming, her belly already felt like it was fit to burst. With the latex cock head rammed against her cervix, each great spurt of cum had no choice but to end up in her waiting womb where it thoroughly extinguished any traces of Hào's previous passage.

She howled silently in Eleanor's mouth and sent her trembling hands to cradle her growing belly. The weight of her own hot cum was settling deep inside, marking her as indelibly as ink... Now she knew what it was to be on the other side of the mating, to be used as a hole to dump your list and frustrations. It was addicting, this sensation of surrender, of leaving yourself open to your partner and trusting that they would treat you well.

And yet...

Rosa felt her friends and lovers by her side, all ready to welcome her in their midst as if she hadn't been part of it from the start!

The pleasure was great, sure, and she'd forever treasure this newfound memory of hers but what mostly stuck to her mind as she blacked out was the comfort of having her family by her side.

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In what proved to be perhaps the most ironic consequence of her discovery of herself, it turned out that impregnating mutants was in fact possible! Provided you had a sufficiently virile father and fertile mother, it was indeed possible for a couple to conceive!

That Rosa fulfilled both conditions at once proved to be an interesting coincidence - though perhaps one helped by the particular mutagen she'd ingested long ago - but combined with the somewhat far-fetched idea of literally fucking yourself?

Suffice to say that her pregnancy could legitimately be called a miracle... not that you'd know from looking at the surly breeder's disposition.

While a healthy number of "child support payments" jokes may have explained in part her general demeanor, the cause of Rosa's aggressivity was far more mundane as both Eleanor and Niobe could see right this instant, seated on a bench not far away from their friends.

"Holy shit, those hormones aren't joking, aren't they?"

"No kidding..."

If before Rosa had been strong then her pregnancy seemed to have morphed her into a veritable tank. Right now, as she was ramming herself into a cast steel breeding mount, the whole contraption creaked noisily as if on the verge of collapsing from her violent thrusts. While she'd gained a bit of padding from the pregnancy, her cravings had instead conspired to make three things swell up: her breasts, her balls and her muscles, in that particular order. Her belly too, though that much was obvious.

Eleanor still remembered how quickly the transformation had started to happen, the way how Rosa's mood swings had simply ceased to exist to be replaced by a single minded drive to fuck. First her breasts had grown so incredibly large that they rested over her pregnant belly, clapping noisily and dispensing a great bounty of milk that was barely drained away by a pair of pumps.

Then her balls had swollen madly until they were by far the largest on the farm. THAT was when she'd started to lose control of herself and be overcome with her wild hunger for sex and pleasure.

Finally her muscles had not only thickened but gotten even more performant, as visible in each of their movements as they ballooned in a casual display of superhuman power.

She might even have gained a few centimeters of height but approaching to measure her was a dangerous affair that had last ended with a stud being thrown THROUGH a wall.

They'd thought that her going to sleep would be the best time to try to pacify and restrain her but that plan had been shot down when it was revealed that she simply didn't stop fucking the mount even when unconscious. Plus, the thought that she would wake up and turn her ire to them secretly had the whole crew terrified to the point some of them admitted they'd simply call the police if she got bored of the breeding post.

The only person that the towering breeder trusted to approach had proved to be Niobe who, bless her heart, was willing to spend her off hours talking to her insensate friend or just clean her. They'd worked out a system to send her food and even managed to hook an IV to her to send her some much needed nutrients and hydration but suffice to say it was all a bit slapdash.

All that to say that it was good that Niobe was there to take care of Rosa... and that the breeder was bringing a veritable fortune in mutagen back to the ranch. Eleanor had kept the exact numbers secret but she now knew that after 8 months and a half, Rosa had earned her about 2 years' worth of money... from the entire stud division.

The actual numbers were astounding and still the blonde woman couldn't find it in herself to really care about the money, not in this situation. First, there was the momentousness of someone "tainted" with mutagen finally having a child - even in such special circumstances - but there was also the matter of Rosa herself.

For all Niobe was taking care of her, an undercurrent of unease nevertheless permeated the boss's thoughts: what if Rosa didn't come back to her sense, what if she hurt herself, what if she hurt the child, what if-

There was no use losing her mind over this, she understood. She'd stay until the very end and try to be here for Rosa's sake alongside Niobe, just like they'd been before.

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Eleanor was woken up at midnight by one of her employees saying she had heard Rosa making noise.

Now that much was a given and she would have reamed Ness for troubling her at this hour... if not for the fact that the pregnant breeder had apparently exited her mount.

After 14 months of slowly ramping pressure, first as they'd prepared for the birth and then realized they had no idea when it would actually happen, everyone had settled in for the long haul.

Life had thus resumed a semblance of normalcy with only Rosa's everything growing steadily to mark the passage of time.

The woman was pushing two meters and a half by now, her muscles so stiff and powerful that Eleanor had a feeling the minotaur - for she was undoubtedly one now - could bend an I-beam with minimal effort. Of her genitals and breasts the least said the better, save that Eleanor had no idea if any being on Earth could take them safely.

Not that Rosa could even think of that, her feralness had only increased since she'd grown addicted to her breeding mount. With her hair streaming in a wild mane behind her and the taut traits of a caged beast, even Niobe was careful not to disturb her even though the giant visibly softened when she saw her friend.

Still, if there was any argument to be made that Rosa was barely human anymore, this would be it though Eleanor would find the time to buy a gun and correct that notion if anyone got it into their head while she was present.

By the time she'd gotten dressed to brave the January chill, a whole troupe of her employees had formed around the barn where Rosa's displaced quarters had been set-up. Yet none of them dared to go in, perhaps dreading the foreboding silence that had settled over the ranch. Of Rosa's screams, there were no traces, it was all gone into the pitch darkness of the clouded sky.

Still they couldn't just stay there forever, who knew if Rosa needed their help! Gingerly, they opened the door to a scene none of them had really expected could ever happen:

They all found the duo collapsed on the ground... well, the trio to be correct.

Rosa was slouching against a wall, cradling her admittedly massive daughter into her arms and softly humming a tune that kept the infant surprisingly quiet and attentive. The baby was certainly small compared to Rosa but that didn't mean she was inactive as she currently busied herself trying to grab at Niobe's fingers.

"I dunno why but I got this weird feeling in the middle of the night and-" began Niobe the moment she saw them enter, before being shushed by Rosa. Abashedly, she whispered: "I found Rosa screaming her ass off like a loon and I was about to fetch y'all when she told me the baby was coming. You know, I was expecting it to be a long fucking thing and then the baby just like... plopped out onto my arms."

She began to chuckle only to cover her mouth as she sensed another of Rosa's stares oncoming. Eleanor cringed a bit at seeing the dark expression on Rosa's face but it faded away as quick as it had arrived. It seemed the new mother was far more interested in her daughter than in laying down the law and nobody could blame her for that. Still she leaned closer to Eleanore while Niobe continued to play with the baby, whispering delicately.

"Don't tell Niobe but I'm pretty sure the baby popped out because I broke my pelvis by squeezing too hard. I am in sooo much pain right now." she said with a hiss.

"Oh, uh... yeah. I'll DEFINITELY call an ambulance. Hey, Rosa?"

"What?"

"Glad to have you back, and congratulations on being a mother!"

Despite all the pain, the fatigue, and the wear on her body, Eleanor couldn't deny that Rosa looked radiant. It was almost enough to make her feel an ache of her own, truly. The big bundle of joy in her arms helped too, the baby looking on with curious eyes all around her. Between the small nubs - soon to become horns - on her head and a small mop of brown hair - the same color as Rosa's original hair - she looked just like a miniature version of her mother. Just, like, twice as big as a normal baby.

Once again, Rosa looked down with disbelieving eyes at her daughter with a tentative smile, as if she couldn't quite believe she had been the one to birth this little angel. Then she looked back at Eleanor with tears of joy.

"Thanks, I'm gonna call her Lucia."