(Warnings: Usage of terms like “cunt”, “cunt-boy”, “t-dick”. Reference to breasts and pregnancy. Potential usage of anatomical terms. If i missed anything let me know in the comments, I’m a cis guy so I might not be aware of everything that might be triggering.)
(Let me know what y’all think when you’re done! I haven’t written in a while, but this is a story that I’ve been thinking of since I stopped. I think I’ve put enough thought into it at this point to put it in writing, hope you enjoy ^_^ And if you know a place this would be appreciated, please crosspost it there! That would make my whole day)
As your day of work ends, you push a button releasing your breasts from their pumps and get up from your station, taking a minute to stretch. One of the Cunt-Boys from the next barn over passes by you and giggles, noting that your breasts are still leaking even after a whole day of pumping. You can’t stand the thought of another minute at the machines; you’ve been so sore since Mistress’ new supplements have been added to your diet, but you’re getting hungry, and the sun is going down. So, you prepare to head off to the chow-line for some dinner.
“Is that right? Well, it looks like we’ll all be put on this new stuff soon enough. Seems to be working wonders on me”, you retort. Mistress has always taken a liking to you, which is surely why she tries out all of her new drugs and equipment on your division. The boy scoffs and keeps walking, he’s probably just jealous after all.
You arrive to see there’s still some feed in the troughs and some room to fit in, so you get down on all fours and chow down. 100% of the Cunt-Boy diet is made up of grain and other crops grown by the farm’s Bull population, along with some milk, mass produced through the farm’s much larger population of Milk-Maidens. The Milk-Maidens have it much worse than us Cunt-Boys, they don’t even get breaks or a place to sleep for the night, they’re simply fed scraps and semen from volunteers through tubes at their milking stations, all while being pumped full of hormones and steroids. Despite that thought, you quite enjoy these meals, and you love how filling they are. Once finished, you get up and ask a farmhand for your special supplements before heading back to your quarters for the night.
See, another perk of being one of the farm’s exclusive Cunt-Boys is that you get your own stall to sleep in. It might not be much, but there’s some hay on the ground for bedding and a nice warm quilted blanket. Perfect to lie down and relax. You walk in and remove your uniform, a cloth collar with a golden bell. Mistress does like to make sure her boys are presentable for the press who come in every now and then. You look out the stall and past the barn-doors, the sun is down and its dark outside, which means your Bull should be home shortly.
A recent change to the farm is one that you have been enjoying very much. Rather than make room for all the Bulls in separate, condensed housing, the most productive Bulls are offered to be mated with a Cunt-Boy of their choosing. This doubles as a way to incentivize hard work among the Bulls, as only the best are awarded with the privilege of breeding rights with the cutest men on the farm.
The approaching sound of footsteps and chatter fill you with excitement. You get under your covers and settle into your haystack bed, leaving plenty of room for your Bull. You hear a knock on the door and watch as it cracks open. He’s quite large and muscular, filling the doorway as he passes through. He’s trying to stay quiet, he’s unsure if you’re asleep.
“Hey babe, how was your day in the fields?”, you ask, softly. He begins to remove his clothes, and you can see he’s dripping in sweat. He must be exhausted, and you know how he is with you after he’s had a long day. His jeans drop and you hear his belt buckle clink as it hits the ground, his third leg is already starting to perk up. As per usual, you can’t look away.
Your Bull responds, “It was good hon’, thanks for asking. Long day as usual. Have you been holding up okay? I know those new supplements had you a little sore last night”. You wouldn’t tell him it’s gotten worse; you hate it when he worries. He’ll be able to help relieve the pressure anyways, no need to make him stress over it. He climbs into bed with you, lying with you under the covers. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and you can hear his long and heavy breaths.
“I’m just leaking again is all… um, would you… mind helping me out with that again?” you ask, sheepishly. You know he loves to help, but you still can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. Without skipping a beat, he draws closer to you and ducks under the covers. First feeling you up to get his bearings, then beginning to suckle from your breasts. At first his technique wasn’t any good, but he’s gotten much better at helping relieve pressure.
You figure it must be nice for him to come home to a warm, refreshing meal, straight from his mate. The experience for you is quite erotic, feeling his strong hands grip your body as you close your eyes and roll your head back. A better experience than the sounds of mechanical whirring and the strong suction from your pumping station for sure.
A red glow fills your face. That stiff feeling is leaving, and you can finally relax. With a long sigh, you let your partner know that he’s doing well. Somewhat lost in the moment, your hand finds itself reaching down to your little t-dick. Soaking wet already, you begin to tease yourself. Playfully poking and prodding at your clit, you get more and more excited.
After a while, you’re finally tapped out and your Bull meets his face to yours. Cuddling up to you, he covers your cheeks in kisses. He teases at your clit himself, then reaching a finger towards your slit he sees your state of arousal. Now resting his hand upon your cheek, he turns your lips towards him. He meets his lips to yours, and as though it were your first time, he passionately tongues your mouth. You lose track of all else through these feelings he’s giving you, every inch of your body has become his plaything, and you love every second.
You feel his hands glide across your back and onto your hips. He grips your ass and pulls you up on top of himself, kissing the nape of your neck. You feel his erect cock slotted between your legs, brushing against your inner thigh. Ready for more, you reach down and palm the tip of his penis. You feel the precum built on top of it and stroke it up and down his shaft. Feeling his warm breath down the back of your neck makes it exceedingly difficult to focus.
He pulls his head up to your ears and whispers, “Are you ready, babe?”
All you can muster is a barely audible, “Mmhmm~”
Slowly, he guides his cock into your well-lubricated cunt. The feeling is electric. Your mouth lies agape as you’re being completely filled by your Bull’s shaft. Finally, he reaches his base, and your ass is pressed completely into his lap. You hold your breath, savoring the moment, before he begins to pull out of your hole. He continues to push and pull at this pace, letting you build up in his arms.
Sensing what’s imminent, you hold your hand out for his. He feels you beginning to tremor and grabs it in his palm. Your free hand is rubbing faster and faster at your rock-hard t-dick before he pulls it away to handle it himself. He uses swift circular motions as he increases his pace, you’re reaching your first climax fast. Not knowing what else to do with it, you reach your arm up to your Bull’s face and you turn up to him in the moment.
Your eyes finally open, and you find that his have as well. At this point, he is determinately pounding at your twitching pussy. Your brow begins to furrow, and noise emerges from your opened mouth. A long, drawn-out moan, that turns higher in pitch as you get closer and closer. In a fit of ecstasy, your body spasms. Your legs jolt together, you reach for your crotch, and your eyes roll back into your skull. Your Bull keeps pumping in and out of your cunt, he knows you’re not there yet. Finally, a squeal escapes your lungs, and your body goes limp on top of him. The feeling is indescribable. Every receptor across your body is lit up with pleasure.
As soon as he pulls his cock out, you find yourself fallen into your Bull’s full warm embrace. You pant like a dog as you try desperately to regain some level of composure, while your Bull still keeps pace with long, deep breaths through his nose. He softly kisses your flushed body while you calm down. Each kiss continues to drive you mad, but you couldn’t dream of expressing this to him. Hell, you aren’t even sure you can still talk after that.
After too short of a break, he decides that you’re ready again. He gently lays you down over your blanket. You can hardly move in reaction as he prepares himself to enter you for the second time. All you can do is keep looking into his eyes as he gets ready to fuck you missionary. You’re still excited and you don’t even know it. You’re even still twitching.
Eagerly, he pushes the tip of his cock into your vagina. That same initial feeling fills you, undiluted from before, and your pupils dilate. In and out he pushes, maintaining eye contact as he tries to approach his own edge.
Your legs begin to spread to take him deeper. Every bit of strength you regain is immediately put towards the effort of making your Bull explode inside of you. You want him to breed your tight cunt so badly, yet your own body still isn’t listening. All you want is to beg him to cum. All you need is to be able to translate every chaotic thought going through your head into a sentence, something that will let him know that you are his to breed, his to claim, his to love.
Your arms shakily reach up around your Bull’s neck. He leans in to accommodate and he speeds up his thrusting. His toned body continues to work overtime to complete his duty. Beads of sweat drip off of his chest and land on you. You can hear him begin to inhale and exhale more rapidly.
You mouth the words you wish to speak, but no breath can pass your lips. You feel a hand press down against your belly. He can feel his cock pushing in and out, and the pressure makes your mind melt. Still, you work at your goal, and you maintain enough willpower to whisper out a string of thoughts.
You manage to stifle it out, a plea to your Bull, “…Please… give me your seed… make me pregnant… I need it… I need you…”
You pull yourself up to his head and you brace yourself against him. With each following thrust, he dumps a load of semen into your womb. The first is the biggest, you feel the warm fluid moving inside of you. The second begins to leak outside of you as he pumps in and out, the third overflows, and as he keeps going it all melds together. Your toes curl, and your jaw drops, but this time your eyes remain locked.
Before he pulls out, his lips meet yours again. He lowers himself into the bed with you, and he pulls the blanket over the two of you. His cock and your pussy are positively dripping, but neither of you cared nor noticed.
Quickly, your Bull composes himself and he begins to spoon you. his arms wrap around your beet-red body, and you each soak in the joy of the experience you just shared. You don’t know it yet, but his seed will take, and you will bare his child. Before the two of you slip away into each other’s dreams, you wish each other a good night.
“Good night honey, I love you”, Your Bull tells you, warmly.
“Love you too babe, good night”, you answer, sweetly.
All so you can do it again the next day.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzse9u/oc_your_life_as_a_bulls_cuntboy_transftm