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Hyperflu: Cum of a Different Udder

by SystemDrake, commission for Khalimar

Being a teacher through all this was almost impossibly embarrassing. The school board had already gone to the effort of sorting out the students into those who had probably been infected and those who hadn't. Of course, the kids seemed to be immune to the whole thing, but staff and teachers certainly were not. How could you be a teacher with such massive impossible to hide genitals. Would trying your best be defence enough when inevitably some piece of clothing or restraining willpower failed? Would anyone call you a pervert if something was accidentally exposed in school, with everything going on? Hell, it was getting harder and harder just to keep from ripping open his pants and jerking himself off right at the front of the classroom sometimes.

However, they simply didn't have enough unaffected staff to keep all the schools open alone, so a little reshuffling and they could at least say they weren't infecting any kids who weren't already. Most of them were probably in homes with infected parents, so it wasn't really anything they hadn't already seen. Hell, day to day outside, many infected were starting to go without clothing. How long could it be before the school would have to allow the same? He didn't want to think about it, but feeling the sheer growth in his testicles it was only a matter of time before they became impossible to cover.

That at least was one thing he could imagine was even more embarrassing than being a teacher through this strange plague, parenting. It was bad enough standing in front of a class with a bulge like a couple basketballs and a footballs sized limp cock stuffed into his heavily modified pants. He looked ridiculous, like a sack of potatoes swinging between his legs. Often standing behind his desk all class, he desperately tried to hide as much as he was able.

But he certainly couldn't imagine parenting. At least he could go home at the end of the day. Parents would need to deal with their hugely expanding sexuality and uncontrollable lust right under their kid's noses. Knowing what a mess his house was already, he couldn't imagine kids and parents having to live like that. At least he didn't need to worry about mopping up his puddles of cum so his kids didn't have to walk through it after his howling orgasm.

Being a teacher was plenty embarrassing for him though. Mr. Stevenson had been blushing bright red the day he arrived for work, back when his bulge was just half this size. That embarrassed red glow hadn't faded all this week. Worse, many of the kids were from other schools, transferred here. So they never knew his as anything but that one teacher with the huge and ever expanding package. Now, it was him having to excuse himself, almost every class, to go and take care of building lust before his cock ripped its way out of his pants in front of all the kids. The staff room had become a mess.

In junior high, all the kids knew full well what was going on and were expectably immature about the whole thing. Not a day went by without a joke at his or some other teacher's expense. There wasn't much he could do but grin and bear it. How could he punish a kid for calling out his massive swinging sack. He did have a pair of basketballs dangling between his legs. Hell, if it wasn't happening to him and if he wasn't so embarrassed he could drop dead, even he would admit this whole thing was funny. It was hard to keep a handle on the class when he needed to leave every hour or two to relieve himself. Inevitably, he'd return to the class to questions if his orgasm was good, how much he came, or if he enjoyed masturbating alone. The jokes got to him, made him blush even hotter, and the kids only latched onto that and joked more at his expense.

The jokes had only intensified when he started growing horns. Starting as little nubs poking from his temples, now he had a full pair of foot long horns, sweeping right out from the sides of his head. Long and straight out to his sides, they curled up into points just at the tip. Of course they came along with laughing cries of horny teacher. Recently, they'd taken to calling him bull and stud, asking if he was in rut, and if he was mounting any sexy cows. One day, he arrived to a bucket of grain in his desk. It wouldn't have been so bad if the grain hadn't smelled so good. When one of the school secretaries started taking on bovine qualities too, that of course only made it worse.

When one of the kids spotted the ropey tail growing down the back of his pant leg, that just brought a fresh round of laughter and chuckles. Giving up, he had cut holes in the seats of his pants to let it hang out. Something about it swishing behind him made it all the worse. His long tail was now thickly furred brown, with a brush of long hair at its tip. He couldn't get mad at the kids for calling him bull. He'd need to get used to it.

But then he had to remind himself this wasn't the only situation he could have found himself in. He didn't know who had it worse. First, there were the younger grades. Little kids who didn't understand, he shivered. He couldn't imagine having to explain all this to wide-eyed innocents. Questions of, what's in your pants, what do you have to go do, what is all the white stuff? He had a hard enough time looking the junior highs in the face. He certainly wouldn't be able to look a room of little grade schoolers in the eye.

Then, perhaps even worse, there was high school, where the students themselves were dealing with these issues. The full effect of the flu seemed to be felt around sixteen or eighteen. It was hard enough to keep control of a class that age before, he couldn't imagine what it was like now. A room of sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen year olds, all one at a time getting hit with the full brunt of this, it had to be chaos. Not only would they be dealing with the full blossoming of their bodies, but the added lust and uncontrollable need. One three foot cock in a classroom was enough. He couldn't contemplate thirty, and all of them on horny teenage boys. The other half of the class teenage girls growing massive breasts, it was a recipe for disaster.

No, all things considered, junior high was best. He could deal with the jokes at his expense. Comparatively, he was getting off easy. That small reassurance didn't stop the days from seeming just longer and longer though.

The bell rang. Mr. Stevenson sighed in relief. He betted he awaited the end of the day even more anxiously than the kids now.

"Alright, make sure to finish up the assignment for tomorrow."

"You hitting the hay teach?" one of the boys called out as he started packing up his things.

"Going out to the pasture!" another agreed.

"He's gotta get home and milk that cock!"

There was uproarious laughter. Mr. Stevenson couldn't help but put a hand to his face, stretching his fingers wide to hide.

But the siren call of the end of the day was enough to get all the kids quickly filing out of the room. He slumped into his desk, hand still covering his hot red face. At least another day was over.

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Eric Stevenson stumbled into his little house, hot and bothered from the long drive home. Red hot and panting with lust, he couldn't wait another moment. He hardly even remembered to close the door behind him. Panting, he peeled off his jacket and threw it aside. One of the sleeves almost hooked onto a horn, sharp upturned point nearly tearing it. He barely noticed. His newly sewn pants crotch sack was stretched tight and tented.

His balls had to have grown through the day, the seams of the makeshift sack were pulled tight even before his massive cock started to rise. Thick and heavy, his nuts seemed to slosh and churn with cum, aching for release. They felt so full and tight, he could hardly stand it. Tender and swollen, they painfully slapped between his legs with each step. Aching full, his very testicles felt like they were stretched and groaning at the seams just like his pants. His scrotum felt taut and strained. So heavy and dense, his balls were almost pressurized. He needed to get them to spill right away.

With every step, he could feel thick cum sloshing side to side in his massive balls. Not only were his huge testicles churning to make more cum now, but they were also storing up his seed for the huge blasting orgasm to come. It was insane to think his balls were literally swollen with cum. Sack groaning and moaning full, skin pulled painfully tight, he had to release immediately.

Practically ripping off his pants, he let free his cock and balls. His hard straining dick leapt to attention, bobbing up happily in front of him like a begging dog. Two and a half feet of thick girthy man meat sprung up, wobbling between his legs.

He was glad at least the changes to his crotch weren't readily apparent. Knowing what his package looked like now, he was sure the kids wouldn't let him hear the end of it. That football sized lump in his pants wasn't just a limp cock, it was a furry leathery sheath that stretched up to his navel. Erect now, his cock had emerged from its new cosy brown furred cover. Out of the way, the sheath bunched up around the base of his towering dick.

His cock itself was reshaped, longer and thicker yes, but it had also become inhuman. Gone were the lumpy mushroom glans, leaving his cock shaft smooth and sleek. The once blunt rounded tip had stretched to become slick and narrow. There would be no end to the jokes if the class knew how beastly his cock had become.

His balls too hadn't escaped the change. Far from just growing, they were changing into something new. Oddly, they had not become furred yet, as he expected them to quickly match his fuzzy sheath. Instead, his sack had gone supple and pink. Lightening to an inhuman tone of bright fleshy pink, his sack was stretched tight by his groaning full balls. Free from his pants, it was also apparent they had slightly changed shape, swelling out his sack as it hung between his legs. While not covered with thick brown fur like he anticipated, they had been growing fur. It came in as a faint soft short fuzz covering his swollen pink sack.

To say the least, it was a little concerning. As far as he could tell, it wasn't what was happening to most people. It wasn't normal, even in this world of freakish cock and balls and slowly becoming animals. He hoped nothing terrible strange would become of it.

Even more worrying, his balls over the last few days had developed four little bumps along their underside. On either side of his sack, each testicle had a little lump, one front and one back. They were pink fleshy and tender. They looked almost like swollen boils, but they were soft and leathery. At first he hoped they were nothing, maybe just inflamed from rubbing his tight pants. But they were so even and symmetrical around his sack, he couldn't help but worry. As they grew larger, softer, and more tender, they were starting to get hard to ignore. 

Eric bit his lip, groaning and whining. He felt so horribly full. It was the first time it felt quite like this. His balls felt like water balloons overfilled and fit to burst. They were already so massive, he was waddling with his legs spread wide just to reach around the heavy swinging nuts.

He made his way over to the chair in the corner. Heaps and piles of gummy white cum sludge marked it as his masturbation place. He'd quickly given up on keeping the corner clean. The whole end of the room was flooded with thick old cum solidified into wobbly gel.

He stepped into it, squishing cum under his toes. Already changed, his toenails had been made into thick hard black nubs, growing from the tips of his toes. They'd grown a flat underside and a sharp edge to their crests. His nails were becoming hooves. The thick pointed black nails grew longest from his two middle toes. Together, they formed what looked like almost a cloves hoof. His outer two toes and big toe were instead growing little black points, almost like hocks.

His body itself was more thickly covered with hair. He'd once only had a soft dusting of body hair. Long gone, now he was coated in a thick shaggy downy pelt. It grew in most fully around his shoulders, draped over his back and chest.

There was of course the tail, swishing behind him, furry brush flicking over the backs of his legs. The long ropey tail was a good inch and a half across, bony but fully of muscle too. It was covered in a thin coat of fur, trailing down from his backside to the fluffy of long thick hair at the tip.

His ears had grown pointed and fuzzy too. He didn't doubt it would be long before the kids picked on that too. Stretching into points, they were becoming thick and leathery. He knew, somehow he could just feel, they were getting ready to flare out wide under his already massive horns. Soon, he'd be left with big flicking cow ears he just knew it.

The single most visible change, at least overlooking his swollen twisted discoloured package, were the horns. The thick bony growths had stretched out so wide he needed to cock his head to slip through doors. A proud two foot span, they'd be more than enough for any full grown bull. He couldn't even wrap a hand fully around one, they'd grown so thick. They even thickened up his skull just at the top of his forehead. They'd swollen out the bone into a bulbous bovine poll.

It was undeniable. He was becoming a bull.

At the moment though, he was far too horny to worry and fret over his changing appearance. He just needed to release the growing aching pressure in his swollen throbbing balls. He slumped back into his chair, swishing his tail around his thigh so he wouldn't sit on it.

He slapped his hands onto his thick rigid member, clutching his fingers into the fat meat. Already the pleasure was enrapturing. Eric put his head back onto the chair, horns goring out some fluff. The headrest of the recliner was already torn up from his points.

Squeezed between both hands, still his dick was almost too much to handle. He struggled and wrangled with it, wrestling it into his grip. He started pumping. The hot burst of pure pleasure was blinding. He clenched his eyes shut and opened his mouth. What came out was a throaty bovine bellow. It felt so good, he hardly even cared, though his face continued to burn blushing red.

His huge heavy balls hung over the front of the chair. So soft and sensitive, his skin shivered at the slightest brush of his pink fleshy scrotum over the fabric of the chair. It made his massive sack quake and tense. Against the building pressure in his balls, the squeeze and strain of his constricting sack was unbearable. He moaned and whined. It made his legs tremble and shake.

Slipping a hand off his cock, he reached down to stroke his heavy bloated orbs. He stroked his fingers over the soft flesh of his sack. Brushing deep into the loose sensitive skin, he cried and gasped, chest heaving hotly.

He continued stroking at his cock, other hand mashing up and down the thick massive shaft. Eric snorted and grunted, huffing and puffing at his furious work. Leaning into his furious pumping, he arched his back. Jerking his hips, he thrust his huge tool into his gripping fingers.

Very quickly, it became apparent something was different though. Something was wrong. No matter how hard he stroked and pawed at himself, he couldn't seem to produce even a drop of satisfaction. As hard as he tried to attend to his own needs, his cock only throbbed and ached harder. Every stroke only seemed to make him hornier rather than get him closer to the release he needed.

Eric groaned and whined miserably. This had happened before of course, and it could mean only one thing, change. His cock ached so terribly, demanding more and he couldn't seem to give it. This was going to be a long awful night of painful unsatisfied lust.

This time was different though, due to the building pressure in his balls. Eric whimpered, they were getting so tight and painful. If they continued to swell, it felt like they would burst. He cried in sexual frustration. Surely this was going to be too much. He wouldn't be able to take hours of this clawing his way slowly towards orgasm. His aching balls would do him in first. Snorting and grunting, he continued to jerk himself off desperately.

Seemingly oblivious to the agony they were causing or how close they were getting to bursting, his testicles just kept pumping out more cum. Bloated and swollen, they only expanded larger and larger, growing bigger and tighter. They creaked with dense pressurized cum, skin straining.

Despite getting no closer to release, Eric kept stroking himself. The furious masturbation wasn't bringing him any relief from the throbbing demanding lust, but it felt like if he stopped for an instant he would die. While he was consumed by the growing pain in his tight balls and the taunting denied orgasm dangling just out of reach, Eric's body continued to change under him.

His toes started shifting, resuming the change they left half finished. His two small toes merged into each other, melting into one. Meanwhile, his big toes shrank. It left him with only two middle toes, capped with two big halves of a massive cloves hoof. Shrinking and dwindling away, his other toes shifted around to the back of his feet, leaving only their little black nail nubs poking from the back of his legs.

His ankles creaked and shifted, turning his new hooves down onto the floor. They lifted his legs, giving them a crook to match his new little hocks. In a moment, only the thick black hooves were pressed o to the floor, feet lifted up like he was standing on his toes. The cloves hooves spread to be as large as a small plate, several inches across.

All over his body, his already shaggy downy hair continued its thickening growth into a full furry pelt. What had been a thick manly fuzz over his shoulders grew coarse and dense, filling into a full coat of long brown fur. Soft and wild, the fur grew down his back and belly. He was quickly becoming covered.

The fur brought with it bulk and muscle. His body plumped up, packing on pounds of fat and muscle in almost equal measure. His chest thickened and widened, growing broad and deep with inches of new muscle slabs. Spreading, his shoulders became broad and wide. His torso packed on girth. Swelling out, his stomach tightened, becoming packed and hard under the soft furry coat cascading down it. Ballooning out, expanding with new thick heavy mass, his gut became a swollen expanse of dense muscle.

The fur coat continued down to sweep over his legs. The new muscle grew into his reshaped joints, further twisting his legs away from human. His thighs grew thick even as they grew furry. Tickling over his sack, the soft feathery fur only teased him more. Short fur grew in down his legs to the very tips of what had been his feet, filling in a full shaggy fetlock over his new hooves.

Spreading further over his old human skin, the fur grew down his arms. Bristling hairs tickled down from his thick furry shoulders, pelt dripping to finish covering his body. His arms thickened under their new shaggy coat. Thick cords grew up from his muscles, swelling his biceps into huge bulky knots of strength.

Finishing down to his hands, the brown fur seemed to spill into his nails. It turned them pitch black, like those on his toes which had become his new hind hooves. The blunt black nails grew down over the tips of his fingers, forming thick hard miniature hooves. Squeezing tight into his massive rigid cock, he moaned in delight at the exotic new texture. Those hard rounded nails pressed into his cock like cool solid marbles, squishing deep into the flesh of his dick.

Tossing his head side to side in lustful agony, he shredded the back of his chair with the upturned tips of his horns. Carelessly, he slashed them through the fabric upholstery. Twisting his head back, he moaned and bellowed.

Mouth wide for lusty grunts and gasping breaths, his jaw started to shift. Slipping forward with a crack and snap, his whole face started to stretch out. Through a long moaning bellow, his face started to pull out into a bovine muzzle. Lengthening, it only made his bellows and moos deep and throaty.

Upper lip pressing into his nose, it caught up his nostrils and flattened them out. His nose spread wide into a big snout. Caught on his jaw, the snout pressed out with his growing mouth, lengthening his face.

From the top of his head, his human hair started to thicken and lengthen into shaggy brown fur. It crawled down his face, slipping over his bony horn poll. It spread over his cheeks and ears, washing down his head. The fur continued down his muzzle where it finished to his snout. His flared nose, it made pink and velvety, not unlike his new heavy ball sack. Climbing up his neck, the fur from his shoulders met his newly coated head and he was fully covered. The thick full fur of his new thick pelt had him covered poll to hoof.

To complete his head, all that remained were his ears. Already pointed and furred, they needed merely to twist out to the sides and grow longer. The thick leathery cartilage grew out his new cow ears. Tickling fur made him flinch. Long and wide, they flicked over the underside of his proud spread horns.

He was complete. Not a trace of humanity left, he was a bull man. Grunting and snorting as he pumped his huge thick cock with both hooved hands, he sounded more like a rutting breeding stud. He stamped a hoof, clopping it on the floor as he desperately worked his long sleek pointed cock. Between his furry thigh and the arm of the chair, his long ropey tail flicked with frustration.

His body had completely changed, yet his orgasm didn't seem to be coming any quicker. He whined and snorted. Tipping back his head, he let out an angry bellow. He worked his cock so tight and hard but the shaft didn't seem ready to yield yet.

The pressure in his bloated backed up nuts was unbearable and only getting worse. His sensitive pink sack stretched so tight it was aching and groaning. Eyes clenched shut tight, Eric put his head back and whined. The pressure was just too much.

And then suddenly, the pleasure released. So sudden and abrupt, it made him lurch forward on his seat. He snapped open his eyes, a little afraid his balls might have burst. When he saw what actually happened though, his eyes only spread open wider in surprise.

Those four little lumps on his balls suddenly swelled larger. Driven out by the pressure like a long balloon, they each grew suddenly from the surface of his sack. They filled out, inflating with cum. They wobbled on the underside of his jiggling swollen nuts. They grew to over six inches long and nearly an inch thick. Each one was as big as his old human dick.

Flapping as his sack bounced to his heavy jerking, the long fleshy growths slapped up and down on his sack. Eric moaned and squirmed. They were so sensitive, just slapping his soft sack was enough to make him curl his hooves.

And then just as quick as the pressure released, it started building back up again. Eric whined miserably. Those waggling tubes had taken off the pressure as they filled, but now they were as tight and swollen as the rest of his sack.

Frightened and intrigued, he pulled one of his hooved hands off his cock and reached tentatively down for the bobbing swollen fleshy tube poking up from his massive bloated sack. Touching it with a curious hooved finger, he drew in a sharp gasp. It was soft and tender and incredibly sensitive.

Eric noticed little holes in the tips of the dangling fleshy tassels. Gritting his big flat teeth, he worried he knew what they were. He groaned though, the pressure was increasing faster than ever. His sack stretched tight. His balls ached for release. He needed relief.

Gritting his teeth, he slowly wrapped his hand around one of the little fleshy erections. Closing his eyes tight, he gave it a gentle squeeze. The growth wasn't hard like a cock, it was limp and leathery. His fingers squished right into it. The pleasure was just as good as any cock though. It made him squirm and cry out in lusty bliss.

The squeeze of his fingers made the tip of the fleshy little shaft squirt a little dribble of cum. The thick pearly white drool of liquid beaded to the tip of the pink limp leathery shaft, dripping from the little puckered hole in the tip. It let off a little pressure. Eric let out a sharp gasp of relief.

Gnashing his teeth and twisting his face into a tight furrowed frown, he realized he was right. The growths were teats. His sack had become an udder of sorts. Eric whined. Now he was truly a freak. He let out a huff of a laugh. Just his luck, that even with all the world growing massive cocks, gigantic balls, and turning into animals, he'd have to change to become freakish even compared to that.

Reluctantly peeling open his eyes, he looked down at his pink udder sack. He frowned over his wobbling cum teats, poking up from his udder balls. Sighing to himself, he took it all in. But he wasn't allowed more than a moment to wallow at finding he'd grown a functional cum udder. The continuing relentless building lust and stretching agonizing pressure demanded action.

At least he had a way to let off pressure ahead of his main orgasm. Still stroking his cock, he reached back for his teat. Giving it a squeeze and tug, he managed to shoot a thick jet of cum. He whimpered through his teeth.

Resuming his full forceful masturbation, he carried on milking himself. Each squeeze of the teat produced a thick jet of cum, each one bigger than a normal orgasm. He worked at that first test for minutes, squeezing burst after burst of cum from his swollen ball udders.

Eric put his head back, moaning. Even if he'd become a freak, it still felt so good. Each milking stroke was like a whole orgasm squeezed from the udder. His huge pink sack quivered in delight. And the relief from the tight building pressure felt wonderful too.

Milking himself fast and hard, Eric rolled his head back and forth, cooing and grunting happily. Hand working faster, he was shooting an almost constant stream of thick salty cum from his udder balls. He produced ounce after ounce of hot seed.

He still worked his cock too, for the throbbing aching shaft demanded attention. It seemed no closer to release, but it did pulse and surge appreciative of his hard work. The shaft throbbed with his hard stroking, and then it started to pulse larger, surging with more blood. It seemed his towering cock wasn't quite satisfied with its own size yet.

As he jerked and milked himself, his shaft grew larger. It stretched up passed his bovine head, trembling over his horns. So big and thick and with one hand busy milking, he could do little more than mash it into his furry chest and squeeze his hooved hand into the swollen cockflesh. It grew to a gigantic three feet, even poking passed that to the very tip of its pointed head.

Eric felt relief in the one teat he was working, the cum was only slowly dribbling out with his squeezes. So he switched to the next and was rewarded by a fresh strong burst. He went through all his new cum udder nipples, milking them dry. Still churning though, his balls were still pumping out fresh cum. By the time he finished all four teats, the first one was feeling tight and full again. He was making cum faster than he could milk it. His bloated pink cum udder continued to grow larger, swelling with thick seed.

He had to spread his legs, giving the tender pink sack enough room. His cum filled balls sagged all the way to the floor. Even then they weren't done. He could feel the loose delicate sensitive skin of his sack slowly spreading out over the carpet.

His growing balls continued to swell despite his best efforts to keep them milked down. They towered over his knees, now over two feet across each. He had to bend down and stretch his arm out just to reach his teats on the underside of his giant bloated sack.

Eric milked each teat a dozen times, circulating around them like he had four needy cocks all demanding attention. He spent the whole night emptying himself, spilling his cum milk over the floor. He pumped out gallons of the stuff, spilling so much it flooded over his older piles of cum built up over the week.

Time slipped away from him, he was lost in the pleasure of milking himself. Every squirt and spray was so incredibly amazing, he fell easily into milking bliss. His grunting cooing moos made him sound just like a contented milking cow too. His thick salty milk pooled under him and flooded out through the room.

The milking was only keeping the pressure down though, not fully relieving it. In the end, he'd need more. Finally, his cock started to tremble and quake. He grunted and snorted. Feeling sweet release closing in, he pulled his hoof from his teat so he could use both on his giant cock.

Squeezing his towering shaft between his two hooved hands, he gave it a few last hard pumps. Little streams of cum dribbled from his four dangling slapping teats, drooling over his huge bloated udder sack.

He thrust his hips, bucking into his hands. His balls clenched, tightening. The squeeze made them shoot streams of cum from his udder teats, like four solid gushing garden hoses of cum. His cock pulsed, surging with the thick stream of cum bubbling up inside the shaft. All Eric could do was let out a triumphant bellow.

He let loose with a geyser of seed, spraying like a fire hydrant. It blasted to the ceiling, raining down all over him. From his balls, the four streams of cum continued unabated. He looked like the lewdest fountain imaginable, spraying cum everywhere. The thick spurts from his cock splashed like thrown buckets, cascading warm salty cum over everything.

Gushing cum everywhere, he washed away all the old goo he'd built up over days. He went on to flood the whole room, filling it like a pool up to his ankles. Finally, the spurts from his cock started to slack off, coming slower and smaller. The thick jets spraying from his teats thinned out and arced down as the pressure died off.

Eric collapsed back into the chair, gasping and panting. Going limp, his teats drooped down over his sack, still dribbling cum. His cock fell back over his shoulder with a slap, drooling down the back of his chair.

Cum drenched chest heaving, he looked over the destruction, mouth hanging open with hot breath. He'd produced an unimaginable flood of cum, filling the room several inches. His heavy bloated udder sack still hung over the front of the chair between his wide spread furry bull legs. Already he could feel it refilling.

Eric groaned, hanging his head. Spent and exhausted, he couldn't bring himself to move.

He shook his head with a worried frown. As soon as he could manage to relax his wheezing panting breaths, he grit his teeth, gnashing them while he grimaced anxiously. What was it going to be like at the school now?

Cum udder. Cum cow. Eric frowned. His brow knit contemplatively. Before, it would have made him a bundle of nerves, worried and anxious. He could swear he should have felt embarrassed. What would the kids say, how would they tease him? Just an hour ago, those thoughts would have been front and center on a worried mind.

But instead, he found himself smiling. A big pleased grin spread over his face. Happy and contented, he found he just didn't care. Showing bright white flat bovine teeth, he couldn't help but look forward to it even. Bring it on, he didn't care. Stud, bull, cum udder, cum cow, he was all of it. He felt his chest swell up, putting his arms back and thrusting out his new thick furry muscle. Damn, if he didn't feel proud to be this.

Well, there was his seemingly massively increased production. He didn't doubt he'd be needing to milk himself often. He'd have to get used to that. Despite himself though, he grinned. He was eager to deal with it. Milking felt so damn good, he couldn't wait to milk himself again. His limp cock stirred. Licking his big muzzle lips, he pawed over his thick furry chest and bulging muscle gut with his hooved hands. This body felt amazing. It felt good to be a breeding stud bull.

Maybe he could slip a pail under his desk. His huge limp cock twitched at the thought. Yeh, he could milk himself under the desk while the kids did their work. It wasn't like the school could protest right? He was just relieving the pressure in his big swollen udder, he needed to. With his long sensitive teats, it would probably be too painful to wear pants, if he could even get some made large enough to hold the huge swollen cum milk bag. Grinning even wider, he couldn't wait to show off his big beautiful udder.

His teats were still dribbling cum milk, dripping over his udder balls. Funny enough, he didn't even care if it stopped or not.