Moo-Flu: Milktec Industries Presents

Hanson drummed his fingers across the wheel. He hadn’t seen anything more than a farmhouse in two hours. Guess it’s a good thing they put these facilities way out here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have a job. It was late summer, and the midday heat had finally shifted to a balmy warmth that rushed by him out of the open window.

His partner, Smith, shifted in the passenger’s seat, leaning forward with a phlegmy cough. “How much longer?”

“Hard to tell. Forty miles, I think.”

“They could have stationed some responders closer.” Smith pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his breast pocket and offered one to Hanson. The driver declined. A click later, a stream of sour smoke briefly filled the cab of the car before being sucked out into the afternoon air. “For that matter, I don’t know why they have to send us all over the damn country to check these things out before calling in the Clean Teams.”

Hanson laughed. “Sure you do. They call in those guys, and the whole town goes bananas. And these remote places aren’t like the big city neighborhoods where we can lean on the phone companies to stop all the calls. One Ethel calls her cousin three towns over and before you know it we have press breathing down out necks demanding to see the ‘freaks’.”

“Suppose you’re right. They could have had a team closer.” Smith cut his eyes to his partner and took a long drag on the cigarette. “Less of course they did have a team closer, but that team got decommissioned for some reason. You hear anything about that from the higher ups?”

Hanson tried to loosen his grip on the steering wheel or relax his shoulders. Smith knew how to prod him, and they both knew that teams had been getting decommissioned more and more over the past six months. “They don’t tell me any more than they tell you. Deniability is the name of the game. We don’t work for Milktec. Hell, we don’t work for any of Milktec’s shell companies. We work for a guy in a room who knows a guy in a different room.”

“And that guy didn’t tell you nothing about why we’re driving across three states to check a facility that’s well out of our turf?”

“Shit, Smith, why’re you dogging me about this now? Did snoring for the past hour put you in a bad mood?”

Smith didn’t respond. He continued to smoke, leaning his head toward the open window. Hanson let his eyes drift back to the scenery. They’d been traveling up for a while, going into the hills of the Ozarks. The remote facilities had most employees living on site. That would be good. The real nightmare scenarios would play out at the urban facilities, like Chicago or New York. Something getting out of a lab in Brooklyn would spread like wildfire before any Clean Team could respond. Hanson suspected Milktec kept those factories a little cleaner in the first place. Those women were the low level dose kind. Big tits that could give a glass of milk a day, maybe. They’d parade them around for the housewives to gawk at and the men to jerk off about later, but they weren’t the real Milktec girls. Those were kept well away from the eyes of the public.

“I’m thinking on retiring,” Smith said as he flicked the cigarette out of the window. “Ten years in a hole in East Germany where we got a whole fifty yards from the Soviets. Another ten working a beat. And three of this, being a spook. Not even the upstanding kind of spook with a badge.”

Hanson shrugged, “Can’t spend the badge.”

“No, suppose you can’t. Everything ain’t about what it can buy though. You’re a young fella. World probably still makes a little sense to you. Not to me. If we’re lucky, we’re going to find one abnormal tech sitting in a locked room. Solution is the same either if its a man or a woman. Give ‘em the big dose, and they disappear into the herd. If we’re not lucky, the receptionist will be sucking off a doctor with a dick the size of a baseball bat.” He pulled out a new cigarette. “That ain’t normal. That ain’t sense. You know the reason we’re driving this far. Because the guys who were supposed to take this job flamed out, one way or the other. They got to thinking about that black case in the trunk of their car a little too much. Maybe they grabbed a hooker and offered to change her life. Or worse, maybe they were married already and decided to give the wife an upgrade before turning the needle on themselves. I’d hope they’d have enough sense to throw the case in a river and vanish.”

They passed a road sign. “Twenty-three miles to Franklin Milktec Facility.”

“Is that your plan?” Hanson asked his partner. “To just vanish?”

Smith nodded. “I’ve seen Milktec’s retirement packages. Not for me.”

“Hiya, doc,” Lulu said, dropping a saucer on the bar. A cup quickly joined it, and Lulu poured steaming black coffee. Only three other patrons sat in the diner, Lulu’s usual crowd for the late shift. Johnny Keesler, on his way in to do his security shift at the plant. Sitting with him was Bert Wilson, an old timer who always said he couldn’t sleep. Lulu figured Bert wanted the company. She did too most nights, so she didn’t mind giving him his key lime pie and coffee till close. At the other end of the bar sat Mary Van Brent. She came in from time to time to chat with Lulu and have a meal outside of the plant. Mary worked in the typing pool which made for some decent gossip from time to time, but none of the really juicy secrets came her way. Doc though, he was different.

Dr. Frederick Hausen had been coming in to the diner at least once a week since he first arrived in Franklin, right around the time the Milktec facility opened its doors. Lulu had never got an exact job description out of the doctor, but she figured he was pretty high up the totem pole. He slid the coffee closer to himself and leaned over it, inhaling the steam. “Very good, Lulu. Always the best coffee. Are you well?”

“Can’t complain,” Lulu answered. The Doc’s accent had faded somewhat over the past few years, but it was still distinctly German. Lots of folks didn’t trust him with that accent or that name, but Lulu didn’t mind. She saw plenty of strange folk working at Milktec. They tipped well, better than Bert did anyway. “How about you, Doc? Look a little wrung out. They’re keeping you too late.”

The doctor shrugged. “It is important work. We must take care of our volunteers. For the good of the country, as they say.”

“I don’t go in much for the propaganda,” Lulu said, leaning forward over the bar. “Milktec keeps me in business. That’s all I really need to worry about.”

The bell above the diner door rang. Two men in black suits walked through, their eyes scanning each of the other patrons as everyone in the diner stared right back. After a few moments, they walked over to the bar and hopped on two of the stools. Lulu drifted over, “Hi there, gents. What can I get you?”

“Coffee,” said the one who smelled like cigarettes. “Black.”

“Something greasy?” said the other. He was younger and a little on the handsome side.

“We got a greasy burger and fried potatoes. Coffee might not sit well on that, though.”

“I’ll save the coffee till after, uh, Lulu? That your given name?”

“Lusitania is what my momma named me. Heard her daddy read it in the paper when she was a girl. Always thought it sounded pretty, but never knew the first thing about it. Then, she didn’t even call me by it. Been Lulu as long as I remember.” As she spoke, she laid out another cup of coffee for the man who smelled of cigarettes. For the handsome one, she poured a glass of water. She handed a ticket through the kitchen window to her cook, Marco. All the while, she kept an eye on the two men. A handsome face wasn’t enough to put her at ease, particularly when it was accompanied by another face which looked like it constantly smelled something sour just out of reach. Strangers weren’t too uncommon. Her diner was the only thing on the main road leading up to the Milktec plant. That meant any number of out of towners made their first stop for some food after the long drive into the hills. These two were different, though.

Doc seemed to think so as well. He’d ditched his name badge as soon as they’d walked in the door. Keeping his head hunkered over his coffee, he stole quick glances toward the pair when he thought they weren’t looking. Doc was wrong on most of those guesses. The one that smelled of cigarettes kept a keen watch on the other end of the bar. Bert and Johnny paid their bills and left, each casting a wary eye at the newcomers. Lulu busied herself cleaning a few things until the plate clattered on the pass through. Grease oozed out of the still steaming burger patty as she put it down in front of the handsome one. “Sure I can’t get you something other than coffee? Plenty of pie in the fridge.”

“No thank ya,” the man said.

“Forgive my partner. He doesn’t trust much food these days. Not in our line of work.”

“You boys got names?”

She caught the chatty one right as he took a bite. The smoker pulled out his pack and lit up. Lulu put an ash tray in front of him. “Hanson,” the younger guy replied finally. “And Smith.”

“You work up at the plant?” Lulu said. She didn’t want to press them too much, but something about the pair made her uneasy.

“Independent contractors,” Smith said.

Before they could talk any further, Mary started sneezing. Lulu tried to offer a polite “bless you” but Mary kept sneezing, again and again. Lulu went to her friend, putting a hand on her back as the sneezes finally subsided. Mary looked pale and frightened. “That keeps happening,” she said, quietly to Lulu. “First time this morning. I couldn’t stop, but then again a few hours later. I thought, maybe, it was just allergies at work. Gosh, Lulu, I can’t get sick. You know how things are when someone gets sick at the plant. The whole thing shuts down. I’ve heard that they send in some kind of —”

Both of them looked at the pair of men sitting a few stools down. Smith still had his eyes on the Doc, but Hanson was watching Lulu and Mary with an unsettling interest as he ate his meal.

Lulu got Mary a fresh glass of water. “Now, don’t worry about that sort of thing. Folk get sick all the time. You’re not going to lose your job because you caught a cold. Why don’t you head home and get some rest? Or actually, hey Doc!”

Frederick looked alarmed to be called, but he rose and went past the watching pair of men. “Yes, what is it? Something wrong? I heard you sneezing. It’s Mary, isn’t that right?”

Mary blushed a little, “Sure. I work in the typing pool. Look, I’m alright. It’s allergies or something that —” Mary started to sneeze again. The doctor covered his face and stepped back, but his eyes went wide as he looked down at Mary’s blouse. With horror, he looked to Lulu right as Mary sneezed again, sending a spray of particles into the air. The doctor backed away. Mary’s hands moved to her chest, unconsciously pulling at her clothes. “Oh god, I’m hot. Something isn’t right.”

“Doc, what’s happening to her? Oh hell, is she lactating?” Lulu stepped back. She knew the stories of women getting dosed with the Milktec serum.

“It’s viral,” Dr. Frederick said. “I’m sorry.” He looked again at the two men before making a mad dash toward the door. Hanson barely reacted, but Smith had watched the whole scene play out. He ran to the door as well, knocking the doctor out of the way before slamming the door closed behind him and disappearing into the dark.

The bell above the door continued its ominous chime while the three remaining in the dinning room looked at the doctor on the other side of the glass door. Hanson pushed his plate back and walked over to the door. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over a nearby booth. “Doctor? Dr. Frederick Hausen?”

Hausen nodded from the other side of the glass. He turned to look over his shoulder while his hand rested on the handle. “Your partner has absconded.”

“He was looking forward to retirement. You probably should be in here with us, don’t you think?”

Hausen rolled up his sleeve, showing a set of three red marks. “Neutralizing serum. Working in this field takes a toll on all of us.”

“I think it’s going to take a bigger toll on those of us in here. Someone flagged the site and sent us to have a look. What are we dealing with here? Illicit injections? Off formula serum?”

The doctor shrugged with a manic smile, “I thought we had it contained. We thought it was chemically absorbing through the skin. Fatigue isn’t uncommon in the changes. All of these trees around so everyone reports seasonal allergies. No one put the two together. Not allergies at all. The mutagen has become bonded with a virus, no different than the common cold. I called it the ‘moo-flu’.”

“That’s cute, doc. What strength of the serum are we talking about here?”

“Hey! Could you two explain what the hell is going on? My friend is sick!” Lulu yelled.

Mary started to sneeze again, but this time each one was punctuated by a moan. She clawed at her blouse until it came away. Lulu and Hanson watched as she struggled to remove a bra that seemed to be crushing her breasts into her chest. Huge dark stains covered the front of the white fabric while small drops of milk oozed through. “Oh god, it’s so hot and tight. What’s happening to me? Lulu? Help me get this damn thing off!”

Hanson turned his attention back to the doctor. “Answer me, Hausen. How bad?”

The doctor stepped back from the glass, muffling his voice slightly further. “The viral bodies we detected bonded with airborne pheromones given off by subjects in the B-117 study. The B-100 studies are open mutagen pairings that results in highly transmorphic properties. The seventeenth series, B-117, targeted increased volume per minute by increasing outlet numbers. For males, we did not reach testing. Maybe it will have no effect.”

A spreading warmth throughout Hanson’s body made him doubt that. “Not sure I can rely on my partner to do the right thing here. So you need to call it in. Full clean. Pray it didn’t get any further than this.”

A groan drew the attention of the three remaining in the dining room. Marco stumbled out of the kitchen door, one hand on his head. Other than his surprising entrance, neither Mary or Hanson knew anything was wrong. Lulu did though. She’d known Marco for years. When she handed the cook Hanson’s order, he’d been the same middle aged schlub Italian refugee that her dad gave a job to ten years before. Now, she barely recognized him. The stained white t-shirt hung loose on a fit frame. The wrinkled, sunken face of a hard life had rejuvenated into a handsome chiseled jaw, one even more alluring than the young man Lulu remembered from when she was a girl. He looked from one person to the next before fixing his eyes on Mary in her state of undress. A low grunt came out of him as he stumbled toward her. Lulu scrambled out of the way, but Mary lunged toward Marco as though they were old lovers.

The two embraced, and their mouths found each other. Marco’s hands moved over Mary’s bare stomach, causing her to moan as though he were touching a much more intimate spot. Mary’s bra audibly ripped, and Marco pulled the fabric away with no hesitation. His mouth moved down to her hard, brown nipple and took it into his mouth, drinking her new milk with a fiendish glee. Mary sighed until it became a manic giggle. Her hand moved to her other breast and squeezed it, sending a spray of milk down Marco’s shoulder. He grunted and moved to switch, but paused, pulling back from her. Marco let out a groan that indicated more pain than excitement. Lulu screamed as she saw the bones in her old friend’s face start to shift.

“It’s alright,” Hanson said. He took off his own undershirt and kicked off his shoes. “It’s not as bad as it looks. Their minds are pretty much gone for now. Lucky cases, they come back. Unlucky ones, you stay more animal than human.”

Marco’s face formed into a short snout with huge, flared nostrils. He snorted as a new, long tongue slid out and licked slowly up Mary’s engorged nipple. If Mary found the change in her partner’s face alarming, it did not show past the haze of lust remaining on her face. Mary’s hair darkened from its sandy blonde into a rich chestnut. Other, smaller hairs sprouted out along her neck and cheeks, growing thicker by the minute. She pushed Marco back from her and pulled off his shirt. A similar spread of hair flowed down Marco’s back, and a strange lump protruded from the base of his spine. Mary ran her hands down her partner’s back, thrilled to feel him changing as she touched him. They moved a nearby booth, throwing the odd items on the table aside as Mary climbed on top and spread her legs. Her skirt fell back easily and Marco’s hand moved down to rub Mary’s pussy through her thick knitted underwear.

Lulu looked away, blushing, but she couldn’t deny the overwhelming desire to watch her friend. Not couple, not make love, but be bred. She wanted to watch them fuck. She wanted to be fucked just like Mary would be. Along that vein, she didn’t mind looking at Hanson, seeing his slightly hairy bare chest. He’d stripped down to a pair of white boxers, looking more or less like all those men she’d seen getting physicals during the war recruitment. Hanson hadn’t changed. He had no muzzle or burgeoning tail, but he seemed to be waiting for the same fate as Marco with a serene calm. “Why are you undressed?” Lulu asked, not knowing how else to distract herself as Marco’s hand continued to rub at Mary’s pussy.

“I contract for Milktec. See stuff like this more than I should. Clothes tend not to fit once a transformation happens. I’ve seen some unpleasant cuts and bruises due to clothes not ripping when they should. Best to be free of them before it starts.”

“What if we’re not infected?”

“You’re already leaking milk, and I think my dick is growing.” He pulled out the band of his boxer shorts and looked. “Yep. Fuck. If it’s any consolation, I thought you were cute before I got dosed.”

Lulu thought it did, but then doubted her own mind. She could feel the wetness spreading through her bra, as well as her own arousal starting to dampen her underwear. “I thought you were handsome when you walked in,” she remembered. “You were the handsome one and your parter was the smoker.”

Hanson chuckled, “That’s something at least. Like I said though, you may want to loosen your clothes. If your friends are any indication, then the changes come on very rapidly.”

Mary and Marco were a slurping mass of undulating flesh. Mary’s swelling bottom had caused her underwear to tear, and Marco relieved her of the scraps before lowering his muzzle to between her thighs. From the angle, Lulu couldn’t see what he was doing, but she had heard stories of men pleasuring women with their tongues. She imagined that broad flat tongue and muzzle would do a pretty decent job of it, and the near drooling Mary was evidence enough. The fur continued to spread over their bodies, but the more impressive change was the swelling size of Mary’s chest. She’d been a well endowed woman before, but now her breasts surged forward like two enormous watermelons sitting on her slightly broader chest. Thick nipples jutted out from the white, veined flesh, oozing a steady stream of milk that flowed down over the luscious orbs to cascade over her stomach and splatter onto the floor.

Lulu started stripping. Strangely, she didn’t mind getting undressed in front of others. She’d never been particularly shy, but the heat flowing up and down her body emboldened her even further. The inside of the diner was as warm as the summer night outside, but the air felt good on her bare skin. Her work skirt dropped as she stepped out of her shoes, and her bra soon followed. She pulled the pins out of her red hair, letting it fall down to her shoulders. Hanson had started off averting his eyes, but now he remained transfixed on her. She noticed something about him too, the dark bulge growing in his shorts and the trail of thickening black hairs rising up from his naval. She wondered if his face would change like Marco’s did. That would be a shame, she thought. He did have a handsome face.

A stronger wave of heat made her stagger. The pressure in her breasts spiked. An involuntary moan of pleasure slipped from her lips as a short gush of milk flooded out of her nipples. Curious, she caught some with her hand and brought it to her lips. It tasted sweet, even more so than the bottled Milktec that she bought from the passing trucks. A loud wail drew her attention. Marco had risen from his place between Mary’s legs. His pants had come down, allowing Lulu a full view of her cook’s now completely haired ass. She could see a strange bulge hanging between his legs, but the half grown tail twitching above his buttocks distracted her. Clearly, he’d buried his cock in her friend. And god, did she want to see it.

Hanson dropped forward onto his knees, his hands slamming into the ground as a wave of changes hit him. His teeth gritted together as his bones started to shift. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his brow became more pronounced. His nose flattened before jutting forward as his jaw reshaped. Even his teeth changed, growing in size and becoming flatter, meant for chewing grass more than meat. Lulu watched with eager fascination, stroking her own breasts with one hand and letting her other tease at her still covered pussy. As the changes subsided, Hanson looked up at her, giving a frustrated snort through his new muzzle. She readied herself to be claimed by the changing bull, but another wave made her drop to her own knees.

Intense heat concentrated around her lower stomach, below her naval, but above her pussy. While the whole area seared with transformative warmth, four smaller points burned to the edge of pain. The skin at those points darkened and started to grow out. The whole area came along with them, bulging forward into a small pooch that continued to grow into a full sized sack. Confused, Lulu moved her hand down to touch the strange bulge and found the mere graze of her fingertips sent shocks of pleasure through her body. The bulge quivered and grew even more. The four smaller areas grew faster, growing out like the fingers of empty gloves. No, that’s silly, Lulu thought. Like the teats of a cow. She took hold of one of the teats and tugged. Milk sprayed into her hand as an otherwise unsolicited orgasm shook her body.

The display of Lulu growing an udder was not lost on Hanson. He stood and pulled away his boxers revealing his own significant change. His cock hung down halfway to his knees, girthy and flatheaded. Beneath the monstrous cock sat a dark skinned sack of balls that held enough cum to breed a full herd in a day. He stumbled toward his first heifer with plodding, unsure steps. Lulu crawled back on the floor, pleased with herself for keeping things tidy in the diner. She spread her legs, feeling the strong want of a cock inside of her, but that was not Hanson’s first goal. Instead, he knelt between her legs. He took hold of her ankles to give her a reassuring grip as he leaned forward and drew one of her teats into his mouth. The bulbous flesh was warm as his tongue swirled around it. Lulu’s legs trembled, trying to wrap around her bull, but Hanson held them in place. She writhed in place as he suckled at her udder. Her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening, but she knew for certain that she wanted more.

Having drunk his fill, he moved up to take her mouth into a kiss. A muzzle of her own met him. Their blunted noses pressed together as they fumbled with their new bodies. Each lost interest in the kiss as the head of Hanson’s cock pressed into Lulu’s soaked pussy lips. They too had changed, growing thicker and swollen, with her clit jutting out of the crest. The head of Hanson’s newly improved cock slid into her tight canal with little resistance. As he lowered his body onto hers, his hard abs raked against her engorged teats, leaving trickles of milk along his body as he started to slowly thrust into her. Her hands lightly stroked his chest before moving to her nipples again, squeezing and pulling to release the constantly increasing pressure. Milk flowed over her body in all directions, pooling underneath them.

The vestiges of Hanson’s mind struggled to remember the last time he’d had sex. Whenever it was and whoever it was with, it had been nothing like this. He could feel every inch of his cock all at once being squeezed and warmed by Lulu’s body. His own skin prickled with new sensation as her teats dragged along his his torso. He hunched forward, lowing his mouth to her ballooning breast. Nudging her hand out of the way, he slurped her nipple into his mouth and reveled in the sweet taste of her milk. He wanted to pump his seed into her, watch her belly grow daily as he fucked her and drained her udder. They would be together and raise their calves together, but they wouldn’t be alone. He could hear the other rutting pair behind them. Lulu wouldn’t be deprived of the other bull’s cock any more than Hanson would be denied the other heifer’s waiting pussy.

Lulu’s body shook as Hanson shoved inside her to the root of his cock. His thick ball sack slapped against her ass as her pussy clamped down. Her eyes wrenched shut with pleasure as the first spurt of cum splashed inside of her. The trickle from all her new nipples became a flood, drenching them both in her milk as they orgasmed together. She tried to form words, but could only moo for her mate. As cum gushed out around his cock, he slid out and rolled her over to her hands and knees. The udder swung underneath her, exactly like a dairy cow’s. Hanson’s greedy hands pawed at it, sending shivers of small pleasure through her as he shoved himself back inside. His other hand grabbed hold of her new tail and gave a hard yank. As he started to thrust again, he let out a low that was echoed by Marco on the other side of the room.

The Clean Team would come and hide them away on a farm somewhere. But they had time.

Smith pulled into the hotel lot as dawn rose on the horizon. He’d driven for hours, leaving Hanson and that horror show behind. The desk agent was a young woman who seemed to have rolled off a cot to meet him. He laid out a few bills as she registered him to a room. Smith took out a handkerchief and blew his nose. He sneezed and the clerk said, “Bless you” as she handed him his key.

He turned away from the desk and headed for the door when he sneezed again and again. Looking in the reflection on the glass door he saw a younger man than he remembered. “Guess retirement isn’t really in the cards.”

Behind him, the girl sneezed.