Cum Dumpster Finds Her Way Pt. 01

"cow."

Gordon said it under his breath.

"Cow."

He wasn't whispering as he pistoned in and out of me.

"COW, COW, COW!"

My body undulated with the force of the slapping of his pelvis against my ample ass, as Gordon screamed the words like they were a spell, his spittle landing on my broad back.

My eyes rolled back behind my closed lids, Gordon was claiming me, breeding my ass. He tugged the strap tight, taking my freedom along with my air.

I was a cow, I was His cow.

I lost track of time, feeling sedated and befuddled, the slapping of his balls against my pussy touched off several satisfying orgasms. Gordon's second orgasm was as long, if not longer than his first. He covered me with his body, twitching his hips as he continued to spurt. We collapsed on the floor, the fucking, more effort than I was used to expending at any one time, and he seemed content to wrap his hands over and under my tits. Sometime later, Gordon's load was spent, but he stayed in place. His massive phallus plugged my ass, keeping his juices locked inside me. I was exhausted, and with Gordon holding me, I passed out.

Half-awake, half-dazed with Gordon carrying me in his arms like a sack of potatoes I open my eyes. He places me on a platform in the living room. It's cushioned and comfy, so I don't complain. Gordon pulled Padded restraints over my calves, and long chained handcuffs around my wrists.

That's when I realized Gordon wasn't alone.

The sedation I was feeling countered the shock of seeing the second man in my apartment. He stood in the corner, dressed in a nice fine suit, while Gordon continued in silence to latch me in place.

"Good! You're awake. I was hoping you'd come to before Gordon here had packed you up for shipping. It helps if you are just a little bit more informed about the process of which you are now undertaking."

He stepped around the flipped over coffee table in the middle of the room, to sit in one of my tired chairs facing me.

"In order to explain you, it helps of course to explain Gordon here. Gordon, by all appearances is a remarkable specimen, a bull of the highest caliber. That is not exactly all that he is, Gordon, for lack of a better way of saying it, is a Judas goat. I don't suppose that tenth grade education of yours supplied you with an understanding of that particular saying? "

I could tell he had a smug look on his face from the tone of his voice, I didn't need my glasses to see that.

"A Judas goat is trained to lead animals to the slaughter, while being spared the slaughter itself. Gordon here, his purpose upon release into the wild to find sweet little bovine flesh like yours and bring it back home to me. He doesn't mean anything by it, he doesn't even have conscious thought right now, now that I am here. He won't even remember any of this happening when I send him out again to round up another cow or two. Gordon has been extensively modified, the typical bull qualities, of course with the addition of mutagenic compounds in the testicles and prostate. One makes it so you can't get enough of the spunk, and the other starts physically changing the host. Gordon can't knock you up, and oh God I've seen him try, but he will make sure that I get a docile new member of my stable."

He pulled my nipples and pushed his hand into my cunt, forcing out a squeal from one end and a gush from the other.

"Gordon, she needs another belly full before shipping."

His eyes blank, and silent as the dead Gordon moved in front of my face. God help me, with full understanding of what awaited, I still wanted that cock inside of me. He brought himself gently to my lips.

"Open."

With the one word from him, I did, because who knows what might happen if I hadn't. He slowly mounted my face, and started to fuck it. This time was passionless, robotic, like the life and enjoyment had been taken from him. I saw from the corner of my eye the man in the suit begin to undress.

"This job, has its perks."

For a suit, His cock was massive, and he was no where near as kind as Gordon. Grabbing hold of my pussy, His thumb inside me while he held on to and pried me open, he jammed his dick in with a thrust that only can happen if you know you are completely beyond consequence.

"You should feel the changes already, heavier tits and thighs, less disagreeable for sure, and more willing to accept the things that are happening to you."

He fucked me roughly, smacking into my ass with each thrust.

"You don't work around mutagenic compounds without some of it rubbing off on you. I've got the same equipment as our bull Gordon. Unfortunately, I have some of the same draw backs as him too."

He slapped my ass mercilessly.

"I have to fuck regularly, or I'll just fuck the closest thing to me, just like Gordon would."

He paused for a moment, thoughtful, while he was fucking.

"The bulls won't fuck each other for some reason, we still haven't figured out that one. Oh sure, they'll fuck a normal man near to death, but they leave each other alone."

I was speared from both ends, a jiggling, quaking mess. Gordon filled my belly again with his life changing cum.

"Gordon does an amazing job finding you cows, but I'm afraid he's not working fast enough."

The suit pushed his thumb into my asshole , while continuing to smack my fat ass a deeper shade of red.

"There are other factions out there trying to perfect the process of building the perfect fuck-doll. I mean, they all have their own ideas and techniques, cows and Bulls, S&M mindfucking, bimbo training. I'm sure they have varying levels of success in their work. If you ask me, I think there is someone out there pulling the strings and cultivating these different types of fuck-dolls. My boss isn't talking about where the mutagen comes from, and he isn't smart enough to make the shit himself, you know?"

My eyes were opened as wide as my jaw was around Gordon's cock, thinking of the hundreds of people disappearing into the night.

"That's not to say our system is perfect, that is to say that mistakes and compromises are made. Take Mr. Jasper here."

Gordon, finished with his filling of my belly, pulled his still ridged member from my throat.

"Mr Jasper made the mistake of being in the wrong place when Gordon got desperate. You see, every time we set Gordon loose he's programmed to think the same thing. Oh, I escaped from the farm, I have to stay hidden, I need to make sure I don't frenzy and draw attention to myself."

As Gordon moved out of my line of sight, the sight that greeted me took a few moments to process.

"Jasper was the manager of the porn shop that you visited and found Gordon, he's got a kind heart and offered Gordon a job. That was all fine and good until the night that Gordon filled Jasper's stomach with mutagenic love cream."

Jasper sat mute on the floor, legs spread, bent at the knee, cock erect and leaking. He was a slight man, thin, but the changes Gordon had brought upon him were strikingly evident. A soft downy fur in whites and browns patterned his skin, His hair had lengthened straightened and thickened into a glossy black that stretched passed his widened womanly hips. If that wasn't enough, Jasper's tits had come in. He was at least a C-cup, and his thick long nipples were leaking.

"Most men don't survive being humped by one of my Bulls. They smother before they get a belly full or battered to death if a bull covers them. For whatever reason, Mr Jasper here survived, and Gordon used him to keep himself hidden. This is the longest Gordon has ever been out. I was starting to think that he had actually escaped from the farm this time. Mr Jasper, although we can't keep calling him a him, or by that name anymore has been fed nothing but Gordon's spunk for a dozen weeks now."

Gordon approached Jasper looking even more massive compared to the fragile little man thing. He did not have to be told to open, as he- she, accepted the bull dick that slid down her throat.

"I never cease to be amazed at what Gordon's cum can do to a person, I mean it's intended to make a woman into a subservient member of the herd, a heavy milk-titted cow. Jasper here is proof positive that it works more than a little on men too."

Through the entire conversation, he never stopped his rapid deep dicking of my flooded pussy. My chains rattled, and I became aware of a low and throaty moan that surprised me when I realized it was coming from me!

"What do you say, we give her a name? Mmm... Something like Jasper, Jade? No, too obvious and racist. How about Jessie Lee? I like that."

Jessie Lee was still splayed out in front of Gordon nursing his dick like a baby calf on a tit, her belly was getting full and her little seven inch cock was rock hard and pointing up at a steep angle. I know that seven inches is above average, and two days ago I would have begged for that or even a little less, but compared to the two bulls that had been mauling my holes, it looked like nothing.

"She's looking surprisingly hot, for a pathetic mutation, she's a furry's wet dream. Who knows what she'll look like when she's done changing."

His hands pawed at the sides of my belly, jigging my fat while he continued to plow my pussy.

"You know, pretty soon the changes in you will be irreversible, after that the only people that will be able to make you cum will be your owners, Bulls, and of course special folks like myself."

He sped up his savage assault on my pussy, and I had the impression that he was about to nut, when he abruptly pulled his girth from my body. I wanted him back, to finish, to bathe my insides with his ejaculated fluids.

"No, I can't risk botching your changes by introducing my seed into your body."

He stepped around to face me, I wanted his cock in my gullet so badly.

"This will have to do me for now."

Jets of cum splashed on my face, try as I might I could not get any in my mouth.

"No, no little heifer, none for you."

He jammed a ball gag into my mouth as I was blindly lapping for the ooze on my face. He laughed as he continued to cum coat my face and tits.

"One more thing."

The clank of a cowbell is hard to miss, and he locked a collar around my neck. The bell was cold on my tits, and it clanked as I breathed.

"Alright Gordon, time to box her up! Have a safe trip, Cum Dumpster, I understand an old friend is waiting for you."

Hearing that name, I opened my eyes wide in panic, the spunk burned me and I closed them tight. Blinded by the muck on my face, I heard rather than saw the shipping crate being assembled around me, I heard them box up Jessie Lee, and my world became a mix of shifting centers of gravity, forklift noises, and the smells of grease, dried cum and diesel.

I was being shipped to someone I knew.