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 TITLE: The Interview - The Bull's Story
PART: Chapter 2 of 3 - First Day
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF size cons piv preg impreg human_cow
SUMMARY: Now a bull at the human dairy, Jerry, has his first hormone
treatment, has his large cock measured, and breeds his first human 'cow'!
This story is inspired by GeorgeGlass's story "The Interview" on
Hentai-Foundry, and intended as both sequel and companion piece to it. 
However, it can be read without having read GeorgeGlass's story.

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   As Dr.  Green led the new bull Jerry to the clinic, he grinned happily,
shamelessly at those they passed.  His massive dangling trunk swayed as he
walked, hanging all the way to his knees and ending in a fat swollen knob
the size of an unripe tomato.  He was greeted in return by the staff, who
were surprised to see a brand new bull who already had such a large cock
before treatments.

   "You normally won't be in the office area," Dr.  Green explained.  "The
stalls are past the clinic, and that's where you'll spend the majority of
your time.  You will still see plenty of the staff though, working back
there."

   Jerry nodded.  The first flush of the euphoriant was starting to fade -
it had been a tiny dose, after all - leaving him in a very relaxed,
contented state.  A quivering excitement was nursing itself in his gut,
knowing for certain now that a very very wonderful existence was ahead of
him for the rest of his life!

   They reached the clinic within only a few minutes, and Dr.  Green
gestured at the metal table.  It was inclined, and cushioned, and Jerry
climbed comfortably onto it.  "Alright, young stud, first we need to take
some baseline measurements.  Get comfortable." The wizened old doctor
pulled on some medical gloves and produced a tape measure, pressing one end
up against the base of his cock, where it disappeared in his jungle of dark
pubic curls.

   She then drew the measure down the length of his dick laying on the
cushioned table between his legs.  "11.75 inches flaccid," she murmured to
herself, "very promising." She then wrapped the tape measure around his
girth, and clucked contentedly to herself as she continued to dictate notes
to herself.  "6.75 inches in flaccid circumference."

   Dr.  Green cupped his plump balls, which were as big as his engorged
cockknob.  "Healthy testes, too.  Now, young stud, I need you to firm up."
Jerry blushed, and the old woman arched an eyebrow.

   "Yes, ma'am," he said.  Feeling a bit self-conscious, he put both hands
around his dick, one beneath his cock crown and the other midway along the
shaft.  He began twisting and stroking.  A little ripple of pleasure
shuddered through him as he expertly handled his very sensitive cockmeat.
The veins running along his entire member began to pulse, and fattened,
bulging out as blood pumped through them, and despite its size, his shaft
rose, slowly but surely, as a marble of clear pre beaded on his tip.

   His cock swelled, and became a deep angry red, and Dr.  Green hummed
appreciatively.  "Very nice.  Quick erection." She prodded his manhood,
squeezing lightly.  "Very firm.  Like a rock." She put the stethoscope
around her neck up to her ears and pressed the other end to his chest. 
"Excellent heartbeat.  Elevated of course, but steady and strong.  Fabulous
circulation you have, which is essential for a bull.  Now, for the
nitty-gritty."

   She measured again.  "8 inches turgid circumference, and...  very nice -
13.25 inches in length, turgid.  Our smallest bull is 13.75 inches in
length, and that's AFTER hormonal treatments.  I suspect you will become
our largest bull by a fair measure." Jerry smiled a bit shyly, pleased.

   "Now let's see if those balls deliver what that cock promises, eh?" She
brought out an odd-looking device, which looked like a long metal tube,
with padding on the hollow interior.  It was open on one end, and the other
end sprouted a long hose into a machine beside the table.  She grasped his
cock and guided it into the cocksleeve - for that's clearly what it was -
and Jerry gasped at the unexpected sensation.

   "This is a cock-milking machine," Dr.  Green explained.  "One will be in
your stall as well.  I'm going to use it to get a semen sample from you for
the motility lab, which will serve as a pre-hormonal baseline.  Before we
do that however, let's hook you up so we can monitor your vitals when you
shoot."

   She taped electrodes to various places on his chest, his temples, his
back, and even one on each of his heavy, bloated balls, then clapped her
hands smartly.  "Alright, young bull.  This may be an unusual sensation,
but not an unpleasant one, I trust." The stooped little old doctor pressed
a button on the milking machine, and it purred to life.  The cushioned
interior padding of the cocksleeve inflated, gripping his dick in a soft
yet viselike clutch, and then heated as well.

   He felt moisture seeping through the padding onto his cock too -
lubrication!  This was a state-of-the-art device indeed.

   Then the cocksleeve began to literally hum and vibrate around his cock,
as the cushioning deflated and inflated in a pulsed, rippling rhythm. 
Jerry's head threw back, his mouth fell open, and his hands clenched on the
cushioned table surface.  Hot gasps escaped his throat as the cocksleeve
milked him expertly, sheathing him in hot, wet, tight, vibrating ripples of
sheer ecstasy.

   Dr.  Green was monitoring EEG readouts rather than paying him much
attention, but Jerry didn't - couldn't - pay her any mind.  His entire
world had shrunk to the exquisitely pleasurable milking of that efficient
cocksheath.  He grunted, sounding like the animal he had become as his
balls clenched on themselves, and hot viscous jets of spunk shot up his
massive length to spurt into the cocksheath.

   There was an audible slurping sound, as the cum jetted out the end of
the cocksleeve and through the suction hose.  The hose pulsed and bulged
visibly with each fat torrent that blasted through it into the milking
machine's semen-storage compartment.  A shiver shuddered its tingling way
through his body as his cock spat a final glob, and Dr.  Green clucked,
pleased.

   "A pint and a half," she said, checking the digital readout on the
milking machine.  "Your EEG vitals were very healthy and steady, remarkably
so." She cupped his balls.  "Still heavy, plump, and full."

   Jerry was panting, his eyes slightly hooded, still coming down from his
high.  "So I passed?" he managed.

   "With flying colors," the old woman assured him.  "Technically, I'm not
certain you even need hormonal treatments...  however, Allerdyce Dairy's
policy is to maximize motility rates - so are you ready for your first
dose?"

   "Sure," he said, unable to stop the foolish grin spreading across his
face.

   "Hold out your arm," she instructed, pulling out a sterilized
pre-readied injector.  "After each treatment, you'll be extraordinarily
horny as the testosterone rushes through your blood vessels, so be
prepared. I'll be leading you to Trixie straight after."

   "Trixie?" he arched an eyebrow, curiously.

   "One of our highest-producing cows," the wizened doctor said.  "She's
gone into heat just this morning, and I think you are the prime choice for
breeding her." Jerry had done his research, and knew that the hormonal
treatments the cows were subjected to actually resulted in a state not
unlike heat that would occur in regular intervals.

   As she was talking, Dr.  Green injected him; again, he didn't even feel
a pinch.  Absolutely ideal as far as he was concerned.  She checked her
watch.  "The average new bull takes a few minutes for the dose to kick in,
but with your circulation, it will likely be quicker.  Hup, hup, now."

   Jerry obediently stood up off the table and let Dr.  Green lead him out
of the clinic and down through rows upon rows of stalls.  Metal panels
coming up to his midsection separated the stalls, which each held a cow
being milked.  Each cow sported utterly massive mammaries, with nipples as
big around a quarter, with a hosepump held by suction to them.  The flow of
milk was easily visible through the clear tubes.

   "Is that the new bull?" "He looks hot!" "Wait - has he already had
treatments?  He's so big!"

   Excited chatter greeted him, as well as several horny cows begging Dr.
Green to let Jerry into their stall.  Although their swinging stall doors
were not locked, the cows' collars were affixed to the wall via their lead
locked through a metal loop.  Jerry's cock was twitching and throbbing more
and more violently at the lewd invitations, which only precipitated more
horny cow chatter.  Sweat broke out on his body, and his face flushed; the
first hormonal injection was taking effect, and he swore he could actually
feel his balls getting heavier, sagging between his legs.

   By the time Dr.  Green stopped in front of a stall whose door was
labeled "Trixie", Jerry had a raging hard-on, well-lubed from all his
precum running in rivulets down the swollen shaft.  His chest heaved with
lust as he beheld the cow in the stall.

   Trixie's tits had been unhooked from the milk pump in anticipation of a
bull visit, but they were still dribbling milk freely, giving her torso a
wet shine.  Her boobs were the size of basketballs, but firm and free of
sag, massive globes perched upon her chest.  She had a feral hunger in her
eyes, and looked as though she would have pounced on him if it weren't for
her lead being locked to the wall.

   Jerry didn't even notice Dr.  Green locking his own lead to a metal loop
by the stall door, but he did notice when the old woman opened the stall
door and gestured him in.  He needed no prodding, all he needed was a hot
tight wet hole to stuff and pump full of his seed, a burning lust churning
in his gut and roiling in his balls.

   The new bull and the cow practically slammed into each other as they
rushed forward.  Despite his size and the length of his arms, he couldn't
fully embrace her due to the mass of her boobs, but he clasped her to him
as best as he could nonetheless.  She rubbed her sensitive nipples against
his muscled chest madly, moaning shamelessly as her milk ran down his
torso.

   Her hands sought his cock and wrapped around his towering pole as much
as they could, and guided it to her horny, dripping fucktunnel.  His hands
lowered, cradling her ass, and she took the cue to leap up, wrapping her
legs around his waist as his bulbous cockhead pried her tight, puffy nether
lips apart and pushed inside her slick velvet.

   Jerry would have been surprised that he was suddenly able to support a
woman entirely in his arms, particularly one with such large, heavy tits,
but he was too lost in the grip of lust - and the grip of Trixie's tight,
honeyed walls clutching on him.  "More!" she screamed breathlessly,
sounding more like a wild animal than anything else, and the new bull fed
her his babymaker, thrusting his huge dick up her desperately horny pussy.

   She was so tight, but also so unbelievably wet that he didn't have a
problem sliding his tremendous cock inside her.  With frantic pounds and
bucks of his hips, he jackhammered deeper inside her, till his fat cockhead
hit her cervix.  Trixie shrieked with wanton pleasure, and her pussy
convulsed around him, milking him spastically as she juiced.  Milk
literally sprayed from her tits, soaking their melded torsos as she threw
her head back.

   Jerry's breath strangled his throat, and he slammed up further into her.
In the throes of her wild orgasm, Trixie's cervix opened like a flower
beneath his assault, and his cockhead popped inside her womb, where the
flared ridge of his cock crown caught on the cervix, locking him into place
right inside her fertile baby hole.

   The new bull could hardly breathe with the intensity of the pleasure as
the cow writhed in his hold, her legs clenching spastically around his
waist as he pummeled her, hilting his massive cock completely inside a
woman for the first time in his life, and giving her nothing but pleasure
from it.

   Her climaxing pussy rippled up and down his thick, veiny length, and
with the bestial grunt of the breeding animal he now was, Jerry spunked
inside his bitch in heat.  Fat pulses of jizz raced up his shaft to geyser
directly into the deepest, most private and precious, core of the cow's
body.

   Trixie loved it, craved it, deliriously intoxicated by the manhood
plugging up her breeding fuckhole, and driven mad with ecstasy as she felt
the hot thick baby-making seed blasting into her womb and thoroughly
knocking her up.

   But they didn't stop, mad with lust, fucking over and over.  Time after
time he pumped cum directly into her womb, as her milk sprayed all over him
from the force of her orgasms.

   Somehow, he found themselves on the bedding of the stall, Trixie laying
beneath him, limp with exhausted rapture, his cock still anchored inside
her well-fertilized womb.  The stall floor was a mess of milk and cum.

   "Jerry?" He managed to crane his neck behind him to see a teenage girl
in a dairy worker uniform.  "If you're done with her, I've got a schedule
for you I need to lead you through." She had a wry grin.

   "Sure," he panted, and with strained grunts pulled his cock out of the
tight pussy that clutched greedily at him.  His cock was still semi-turgid,
firm and full, sticking not quite straight out from his body, but hanging
down a bit.  The girl ran her eyes up and down his sweaty, milk-covered
form, and his dripping, cummy, juicy cock.

   "I'm Wilma," she introduced herself as she untied his lead from the
stall loop, gently pulling him out of the stall.  "Intern." She held up a
silver nametag.  Engraved on it was the name Jerry.  "They sent down your
tag.  Ready for it?"

   He grinned at her, and bent his head down so she could reach his collar,
and she affixed it with the ease of much practice.  "Now then!" She clapped
her hands smartly before leading him through the rows of stalls.  "Let's
get down to business.  First up is Mae, in stall 187-A, followed by Fannie
in 702-E..."

   So Jerry's work as a breeding bull began.

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