The rapidity with which Bull Street grocers took the country by storm was both startling and suspicious. Seemingly overnight, two weeks ago, these giant grocery stores appeared in formerly vacant lots. The locations are staffed by exceedingly chipper workers who all bear a striking resemblance to one another. No construction crews would own up to having worked on the facilities and no one can agree on a time when the stores were first spotted. Bull Street certainly has an elusive origin but their popularity, and infamy, have ballooned tremendously. The stores are renowned mostly for their dairy products. Health gurus and celebrities immediately latched onto the pricey and peculiarly nutritious Bull Street milks. This attention has brought sinister details to light. Bull Street has been running a promotion where ten customers may win the chance to attend a private tasting of Bull Street’s choicest products. Purportedly –none- of these people have been seen or heard from again. The details are hazy though and the otherwise glowing sentiment toward Bull Street has caused most to ignore any rumors of scandal. Erich Soren, having won a ticket to the Bull Street promotion, is walking through the parking lot of his town’s Bull Street Grocery. The front of the building gives the impression of an ‘old country deli’ with fashioned wood and faded shutters on the windows. Behind this edifice the building looks far more modern with the elevated right side of the building housing what must be their for their animals or production equipment. Spotting another customer carrying the promotional ticket Erich approaches. The raven-haired woman seems uncertain. “Hey, you got one too!” Erich comments “Wh-yeah, yes. I haven’t been to one of these yet. Can’t wait to see what the fuss is about.” The woman replies. The pair enter the shop through modern, automatic sliding-doors. The interior of the store reflects the ‘rustic’ look of the exterior. Excited shoppers bustle and the suspiciously amiable employees smile and greet all who pass. “I’m Tess by the way, nice to meet you.” The woman says off-handedly. “Hi, Erich.” Erich responds as the two shake hands “So, I guess we should ask one of the employees where to go?” Erich and Tess approach the nearest employee who wheels around on his heel swiftly startling the pair. “Hello, Can I help you with anything today?” The wildly grinning employee asks. “Er, yes we uh won tickets to the private tasting. We’re just not sure –“ Tess begins. “Oh hoho! Aren’t you lucky. If you follow this right wall you will find our manager Kevin Topps. He will be holding the tasting, Ok?” The associate interrupts. When he’s finished speaking his eyes wander and he begins looking Erich and Tess over intently with the unchanging grin plastered on his face. “Sure. Thanks.” Erich says hurriedly before quickly leaving the employees presence. “Wow that guy was creepy. He was just, like, checking us out.” “Yeah. Super weird.” Tess concurs as they navigate the aisles. “I bet that’s Mr. Topps.” Erich and Tess approach tall, beaming, blond man dressed sharply in business-casual attire with a blazer. “Hello, we’re here for the tasting!” Erich announces. “Very good, you are the last two. Come on in.” Mr. Topps says gesturing into the room outside of which he is standing. Erich and Tess step inside hurriedly to find the other eight winners waiting. The room is less than cozy. The floor and walls are concrete and there is merely one table lined with ten small glasses of, presumably, the famous Bull Street milk. Behind Erich Mr. Topps slams shut the heavy concrete door. “Hey, I’m sorry everyone. I know the place looks terrible. Our function room is still under construction so this … closet will have to do for now.” Mr. Topps announces to the group. Erich and the others are understandably confused and anxious, but are nonetheless anticipating their tasting of Bull Street’s much-loved dairy product. Mr. Topps continues “Alright if you’ll all gather around the table we can get this underway. First you’ll have some of our one-of-a-kind Bull Street milk. Our chefs are working on the main course of vegetable chili deluxe and for desert we will have some of our bakery’s finest treats. How does that sound?” The mood in the room lightens up a bit at the mention of the delicacies. Erich and the other nine winners stand around the circular table and take up their glasses. “All right, all at once now! I promise you will never look at milk the same way again once you’ve tasted our milk.” Mr. Topps assures. Shrugging Erich looks around at the others in the group and brings the cup to his lips. The attendees then simultaneously quaff the contents. Instantly Erich wishes that he had not. The fluid, chalky and bitter, burns its way down his throat causing him and all of the other attendees to hack and cough. Erich’s cup drops to the floor and all of the other winners are doubled over in pain. “Wh-what was that!? That wasn’t –hrk- milk!” Erich shouts as he tries to massage the growing discomfort in his stomach. “No, it certainly was not. That was our conversion formula. You are going to become our newest milkers.” Mr. Topps explains calmly. The attendees all writhe in discomfort. Erich feels there is something growing and shifting in his torso. “Well I may as well do away with this façade.” Mr. Topps says as he produces a small compact device. When he flips its switch a veil is lifted. The vision of the chipper, blonde man rises and fades away to reveal ‘Kevin Topps’’ true from. The enormously muscular anthropomorphic bull stretches and postures. “Ahhh, so refreshing.” The attendees, in their discomfort, can only back away from the beast and groan. Beneath his shirt Erich feels something protrude. Four mounds in a square shape are growing from his chest and likewise his breasts are increasing in size. “Ah! What the?! Help! Someone help –urk- us!” Erich yells toward the thick concrete door. The bull laughs heartily. Looking around Erich sees the others are changing insimilarly. Tess’ sweater is straining to contain her rapidly growing boobs. “No one can hear you I promise. Behind the concrete the walls are double soundproofed.” The bull says calmly. The four mounds on Erich’s stomach have become full grown teats and presently his udder is becoming apparent. The soft, pink flesh distends and sags as his formerly masculine chest takes on a busty new cast. White fur with black splotches grows from Erich’s torso. He grabs onto the ballooning udder in disbelief. The other attendees have also gained udders. The pants of some have been shredded open by the growth. Thinking quickly Erich reaches into his pocket to find his phone. When he tries to grab he finds himself unable. In horror he pulls his arm from his pants pocket to reveal the two-toed, black hoof of a cow. He finds that it is difficult to manipulate and would be no help with a cell phone. “Oh no, no!” Erich shouts, holding up his other hoof. Erich’s legs begin to take on great muscle and mass. His pants finally give way as his ass fills out. Fearing the worst Erich brings his hooves to his groin to find that what had been there was no longer. The unfamiliar weight of the sloshing udder combined with the changes to -her- legs causes Erich to fall forward and lean on the table. Her back arches as her neck extends and takes on mass. “Hrrroo.” Erich calls out. Her face begins to protrude. Her eyes wander to the sides of her head and become the big, dark eyes of a bovine. As her nostrils find their new homes her nose becomes soft, leathery and wet. Painfully the teeth in her mouth change to the proper dentition of an herbivore. “Mnn –hack- Mroo?! Moooo!” Erich bellows in mounting horror. She glances down, over her protruding udder, to find that her shoes have exploded revealing a pair of heavy cow hooves. Mentally reeling Erich clops backward. The others have nearly finished their transformations. The bull watches intently. The sound of panicked mooing fills the room. Erich anxiously examines her body. She runs her hooves over her now heaving breasts and over her fat, short-furred thighs. The panic in Erich’s mind fades at every touch. Her hoof-hands have no sensation, but the feeling of her hooves on her tender breasts is blasphemously exciting. Curious Erich holds his massive udder in both hands and shakes it around. She enjoys the sloshing sound. Her mind is hazy, as if she were slightly drunk. The bull approaches her. “Look at you… You took to the changes quite nicely.” He intones lasciviously. “How do you feel?” “Hhmooo.” Erich moans, cupping her sensitive breasts. “Very good. Incapable of speech and in a constant state of aphrodisia. I bet you are dying to be milked aren’t you?” The bull explains. The words are mainly lost on Erich who is hungrily groping her new form. She accidentally brushes one of her teats with her hoof and the sensation causes her to sharply inhale. She titillates herself again only to be stopped by the bull grabbing her arm. “Ah ah ah. You can’t milk yourself with those clunky hooves. Come here.” The bull says. Erich lustily clops toward the bull. Admiring his firm abs she stands expectantly. The hulking beast circles to stand behind Erich. He reaches his three-fingered, human-like hand around her soft body and grabs a hold of one of her teats. Gently he begins to yank causing milk to splash to the floor. “MROOOO!” Erich bellows loudly. She had never experienced such pleasure. She leans against the bull’s hard body and embraces the feeling of being milked. The other new cows in the room look on jealously. Each begging for a turn with the handsome bull. “Alright, alright that’s enough. Don’t want to waste the product.” The bull announces after a few minutes of steady milking. He then stands Erich up and stands apart from her. Regaining his composure the bull stands tall before the horny, yearning cows. “Alright ladies. Who wants to be milked?” The bull questions. The cows respond eagerly with a chorus of moos. “Right this way!” the bull says as he opens a heavy door opposite the one through which they had all entered. Upon opening the door the cows are met with the sounds of hundreds of muffled voices. With loudly resounding hoof-steps they follow the bull into the production facility of the grocery. Suspended from the ceiling are countless cows like themselves hooked up to milking machines. They wear colorful latex suits that conceal them completely aside from their udders and breasts which are covered by the suction cups of the machine. Approaching an open harness the bull opens a hand toward Erich “After you beautiful.” Erich is hesitant, but cannot bring herself to decline the muscular bull’s invitation. Leaving her sisters behind Erich clops toward the bull and the harness. When she is close enough to inhale the bull’s intoxicating musk he pinches her big, round butt. “Go ahead. Enjoy yourself.” The bull whispers. The harness is a latex hammock with a pouch for the udder, four openings for the teats, and a wide hole for the breasts. Erich begrudgingly leaves the bull’s side and begins to climb into the hammock. As soon as she is resting her full weight in it a change takes place. The smooth surface seems to ripple briefly. It then comes to life, enveloping Erich within itself. With tendrils it surrounds and constricts her soft, sensitive form. “Mmnn?!” Erich moans as her muzzle is firmly wrapped along with the rest of her face. In seconds the living latex finishes its work and Erich is completely coated and unable to do more than writhe and groan in pleasure. She can’t open her eyes or mouth, though she can breathe through the material. Her useless hoof-hands are secured behind her back which is arched so that her swollen udder hangs free and her boobs sway in their latex pouches. Suddenly she is lifted up to the milking apparatus. This seems to come alive as well. Leather tubes terminating with suctions cups find their way to the eager new milker’s aching teats. She breathes in short excited breaths as she feels them attach to all four of her teats and her areolas. Then with a constant whirring the milking begins. Gentle suction steadily draws milk from each of Erich’s teats at once. “Mmrrr! Mrrooo!” Erich moans loudly as her body uncontrollably spasms with cosmic pleasure. Her udder quivers and she is consumed with contentment. There is a slurping in the tubes as they drink Erich’s milk and send it to be processed in another part of the facility. The other cows moo excitedly to one another as the bull watches Erich’s milking. “That a girl. This is your life now. We’ll feed you and take care of you. All you have to do is give us that sweet, sweet Bull Street milk.” The bull says to himself, “Mhmm, might have to take her down tonight for a private session. Hehehe.”