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 TITLE: The Interview - The Bull's Story
PART: Chapter 1 of 3
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: no_sex human_cow size
SUMMARY: A young man wants to become a 'bull' at a human dairy.  NOTE:
the second and third chapters DO have plenty of sex.  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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   Jerry stepped off the bus in front of the mirrored-glass building.  The
sign displayed in proud letters, Allerdyce Dairy.  This was the place.  It
didn't look much like a farm, but that's exactly what it was.  It was,
however, a very specialized dairy - dealing in human milk.  He noticed a
few teenage boys loitering outside the building, trying to appear as if
they weren't gazing intently through the windows.  Despite the laws against
bestiality, randy lads were well known for their attempts to spy on the
large-breasted human cows.  Of course, the glass was mirrored, so their
quest was fruitless.

   Jerry walked up to the double-doors and pressed his hand to the scanner
to confirm his identity.  The doors swung open for him, and he took a deep
breath.  If this went as he hoped, he would in all likelihood never leave
the building again.  The thought sent a little shiver of relief through
him.

   Striding through the doors, he ignored the jealous looks of the
teenagers and presented himself to the security guard as the doors closed.
The young 25-year-old man was directed down a sterile white hallway, at the
end of which he passed through an archway into a waiting area.  "Mr. 
Harker?" A receptionist who looked about his age didn't look up.  A nametag
identified her as Olivia.

   "Yes, ma'am," Jerry said.

   "I'm afraid Mr.  Allerdyce is indisposed.  However, Ms.  Allerdyce will
be seeing you in his stead."

   "His wife?" Jerry hazarded a guess.

   "His niece," Olivia corrected.  "If you'll take a seat, I'll let you
know when she's ready."

   It was at that exact moment that the door to the office opened, and a
disgruntled young man - apparently still in his teens - stalked out. 
"You'll be sorry you didn't take me!" he snapped behind him.  "All the
girls in school say I've got the biggest dick they've ever seen!" Indeed,
his shlong was hanging from his zipper and looked as though it was about 8
inches long.

   "The Allerdyce Dairy has higher standards than senior high girls," a
female voice said sternly.  "Now leave, or I'll call security.  You have
wasted company time by scheduling an interview when you clearly do not meet
our size requirement for bulls."

   Jerry wasn't surprised.  The advertisement stated a minimum penile
length of 10 standard inches.  The teen stomped ostentatiously out,
apparently very intent on making a scene, but everyone ignored him.  "Ms.
Allerdyce will see you now," the receptionist said a moment later.

   Jerry took another deep breath - the clean processed air of the dairy
was almost an elixir to him - and walked into the office.  Ms.  Allerdyce
looked to be in her early 30s or so; her brown hair was pulled back into a
tight bun, and her spectacles made her mousy face look rather severe. 
"Jeremiah Harker," she said, folding her hands on her desk in front of her.
It was not a question.

   "Yes, ma'am," he said respectfully.

   "You're here about the position we have for a new bull," the young woman
stated further.  "If you are accepted for the position, you will surrrender
all rights as a human being and henceforth be treated as livestock, subject
to humane conditions under the Animal Care Act." She steepled her fingers
and peered over her spectacles at him.  "You do understand that being a
bull does NOT mean you get your own personal harem of cows?"

   Jerry successfully stifled a blush.  Any shreds of modesty that might
remain in him would have to be expunged when he was a dairy bull.  "I... 
I'm not certain what you mean, Ms.  Allerdyce.  I know that there is a very
high cow-to-bull ratio, I mean."

   "Yes, we have 3 bulls and over two thousand cows," the young woman said.
"But many men who seek this position have it in their heads that they
become master of their own private harem.  This is far from the case.  You
breed when and how we tell you to.  Only vaginal intercourse is permitted;
no recreational penetration of other orifices is involved.  And the rest of
the time you are kept in your stall, excepting exercise periods."

   "I understand, ma'am," he said.  He had done his research thoroughly,
first in specialized dairies in general, and then into Allerdyce Dairy in
particular, and had traveled across the country by bus to get here once he
had made his decision that this was the best place for him.  "I am not here
to fulfill a male fantasy."

   That was true; he wasn't.  However, the constant fucking would no doubt
help his depression.  That was his bane, the reason that had ultimately
driven him here.  It was a lead weight knotted in his gut; it was a
constant inner hunger, where nothing could fill him up; it was bleakness
shrouding the world in gray fog.  He'd barely been able to finish high
school, and wasn't able to keep a job.

   For the past several years, he'd been living on his parents'
inheritance, though he knew that wouldn't last forever.  Indeed, it was
already running out.  The dairy was his last chance, not just for economic
stability beyond the inheritance, but more importantly for his happiness.

   Ms.  Allerdyce studied him for a moment, then seemed to accept his
reply. "Show me your cock," she commanded.

   Jerry had expected this.  He was wearing a suit - dark slacks and dress
jacket, with a blue and black striped tie - and unzipped his pants to fish
through the baggy trousers for his mammoth shlong.  He'd been wearing baggy
trousers like these half his life, ever since he hit puberty; if he was
accepted here, he'd never have to worry about hiding his embarrassingly
large manhood again.

   Ms.  Allerdyce's eyes actually widened when he pulled out his cock.  It
was as thick as his forearm and even longer, with dark twisting veins
crawling along it, ending in a swollen red knob as big as an unripe tomato.
"My," she said, covering up her surprise, "you are a good catch for us. 
You're already the size of one of our bulls...  imagine how big you'll be
after hormone treatments!"

   Jerry managed to smile, and waited, unsure what to do next.  His dick
was just hanging out there now; should he put it back up, or just leave it
out?  Ms.  Allerdyce continued, "Speaking of which - pending a motility lab
to verify your sperm count - you will be subjected to rapid, multiple
hormonal treatments designed to enlarge your cock, balls, and sperm count
even more.  When you are not breeding cows, you will usually be milked
yourself - your sperm will be shipped to other dairies for use in
artificial insemination, or used in the 'cockmilk' niche market.  The
breedings themselves are designed to induce increased lactation in pregnant
cows; the offspring that result are not yours - your male children will be
put to work in the bottling plant and possibly considered for hormone
treatments should they have a high motility, whereas your female children
may be subjected to early treatments to become high-producing cows
themselves."

   "Yes, ma'am," Jerry nodded.  He couldn't stop his cock from twitching at
the thought of proving his virility upon dozens if not hundreds of cows. 
If Ms.  Allerdyce noticed that telltale throb, she didn't comment.  "Um...
do the, ah, cows like the bulls' cocks?"

   "You are concerned about causing them discomfort or pain," the young
woman said.  "Don't be, though it's a fine gesture on your part.  Size is
necessary, not simply as a side effect of your high testosterone levels,
but to penetrate the womb directly for maximum impregnation results.  In
addition, the hormone treatments the cows receive increase both their pain
tolerance and their libido, to the point that some beg to see a bull."
Jerry nodded gratefully, and Ms.  Allerdyce continued.

   "You must also understand that your female children, if selected to be
cows, will develop extraordinarily early and therefore be bred and milked
at an early age as well.  And that you will likely be required to breed
them as well, due to our selective breeding programs."

   Jerry gulped.  He couldn't even imagine having a daughter, much less
fucking one.  The idea was sort of hot, but that wasn't why he was here. 
He would do anything to be happy, if only this worked--!  "Yes, ma'am, I
understand that."

   "Very good.  If you have no questions, then Olivia can direct you to the
clinic for a sperm count."

   Jerry swallowed.  "I do have one question, ma'am." She looked at him and
waited.  "I understand that bulls are given a mild euphoriant while kept in
their stalls."

   Ms.  Allerdyce furrowed her eyebrows.  "That is correct.  It is a mild
sedative to keep you calm, as the hormonal treatments shoot your
testosterone - and thus your libido - through the roof.  A constant mild
euphoria results."

   "And there is no tolerance or addictive properties to it, correct?" he
pursued.

   "That is correct," she answered.  "Several research studies are being
done on it for human use.  I hope you are not a 'druggie', Mr.  Harker. 
You will not find your 'fix' here."

   "No, ma'am!" Jerry said fervently.  "It's just...  I suffer from very
bad depression.  Nothing has helped - medication, lifestyle changes, all
kinds of alternative treatments, the works."

   Ms.  Allerdyce's expression softened for the first time.  "I see.  Then
yes, we have a place for you."

   Jerry gulped, and hesitated.  He felt like he'd already pushed his
boundaries once, but he could tell she wanted him for the dairy, so he
plunged ahead.  "Ma'am, if it's not too much to ask...  may I have an
exposure to the euphoriant now, to see if it's...  efficacious?"

   Ms.  Allerdyce cocked her head.  "Well, you are committing your life to
us, and you will be on it soon enough, so I don't see why not." She clicked
a button on her phone.  "Olivia, could you ask Dr.  Green to bring up an
opioid injector from the clinic, please?"

   "Yes, ma'am," came the smart reply of the receptionist.

   During the few minutes while they were waiting, Ms.  Allerdyce asked
Jerry, "Assuming this all goes well, we can have you start tomorrow."

   "Ma'am, I'd be eager to start today if at all possible."

   "Today?" She arched her eyebrow.  "You have no arrangements to make or
possessions you wish to retrieve?"

   He shooked his head.  "I have no family, and no possessions that bring
me any joy.  I've told my landlord that if I'm not back tomorrow, he can
sell everything in my apartment and keep the money."

   The woman nodded.  Dr.  Green entered then - the epitome of a 'little
old lady', stooped and wrinkled but bustling with vigor.  "You needed the
injector for something, Ms.  Allerdyce?"

   "Our new bull would like to sample it," Ms.  Allerdyce said, and
explained the situation to the doctor.

   Dr.  Green nodded.  "Roll up your sleeve, young man." Jerry did so. 
"Ah, very lovely veins you have there in your arm...  although I shouldn't
be surprised, you circulate enough blood to sustain that nice-looking
monster down there." Jerry blinked; he'd almost forgotten his dick was
hanging out of his zipper, dangling over the seat of the chair and very
nearly reaching the floor.

   In his moment of surprise, Dr.  Green injected him.  There wasn't even a
pinch.  "How quickly does-- ooohhhh..." Jerry's question trailed off.  His
face broke out into a broad smile, and his shoulders relaxed.  He looked
back and forth between the two women, and tears welled up in his eyes - he
was so unbelievably happy all of a sudden, and filled with gratitude to
them.

   Ms.  Allerdyce actually smiled.  "Welcome to the dairy, Jeremiah."

   "Please," he said, grinning happily, "call me Jerry."

   "If you'll take off your clothes, young stud," Dr.  Green said - now
referring to him as an animal rather than a person - "I'll lead you to the
clinic." Animals didn't wear clothes, after all.  Jerry nodded - a warm
glow was settling in his chest, dissolving the knot in his gut, and flowing
outward through his limbs - and stood up, stripping quickly.  Dr.  Green
fastened his new collar about his neck - it felt nicely snug, like an
embrace, and made him feel secure and wanted - and held the end of the lead
attached to it in her hand.

   "We'll have a name tag engraved and put on your collar within a few
hours," Ms.  Allerdyce said.  Jerry grinned, swept away by joy, and
followed the wizened doctor out of the office and into his new life as a
delighted stud with no other purpose but to breed human dairy cows.

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