There’s been repeat kidnappings happening around the city as of late but that hadn’t been any concern to Private Detective Alan. That changed this morning when a young lady came into his office offering a sizable payment to find her husband who hadn’t come home from work two days ago. Alan didn’t realize at the time that the kidnappings and this runaway husband were connected. He asked around the guy's workplace and his boss claimed he hadn’t been in the past few days which checked out with the wife’s story. They did, however, say that the poor smuck was acting a bit strange. One of his coworkers said they overheard him say something about debt money over the phone whilst he was on break but that they couldn’t make out the details.

A few leads later Alan had tracked the husband to the outskirts of town to a small privately owned farm which was just a homestead and a small barn which looked like it was just used for storage. He walked up to the door and knocked on it in which he gained no response or sign of life so he took the opportunity to pursue the plot. He was about to call it a wash after wasting the better part of the afternoon until he noticed a cellar door behind the barn that was obscured by thick foliage. “Well what do we have here?” Alan asked himself as he tore through the bush and opened up the cellar door.

It was too late to turn back now so Alan continued down the concrete stairs which he descended for at least 10 minutes before he came across a thick oak door. He could swear he heard the sounds of machinery and animals past the door, “That’s odd. Why are they keeping animals down here?” He slowly creaked open the door and was greeted with a large and surprisingly well lit room where he saw things he had never seen before. There were dozens of rows of humans with cow horns, ears, and tails which were making a ruckus as these large industrial breast pumps sucked their leaking teats dry. “What the fuck is this?” Alan was about to leave and notify the police but before he could turn back he felt a sudden pain in his head as he tumbled and blacked out.

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“Yeah he was just snoopin’ around up there! I dunno how he got in, boss. Johnny must’ve not locked the doors!” Alan stirred as the boisterous man and cold air hitting his skin pulled him out of his crowbar induced sleep, his head pounding from the beating it recently took. “-he’s already all bound up and everything boss! Just like protocol!” Even without opening his eyes Alan could tell that he was restrained due to the wood holding his arms and legs close to the ground, which put him into an awkward squatting position, and the stiff metal collar clamped around his neck which held him upright. 

“Shut your trap! We shouldn’t even have people snoopin’ around here if you and your crew weren’t so sloppy!” A deep and gruff voice shouted abruptly which jostled Alan, causing his restraint to jingle and clank together. “Ah it looks like you’re awake!” The man had walked closer to Alan and had grabbed him by his chin, shaking him until he had opened his eyes. Apart from the large, grayed, and well dressed man immediately in front of him he first noticed that he was in a small concrete room with a barred door at the opposite end. Second he noticed that his unkempt, dirty blonde hair seemed longer as his bangs drooped barely into his vision. The large man let go of his face which caused his head to drop from the sudden lack of support. “Let’s find out who our little guest is?” He walked over to the other man and grabbed the wallet from him. He opened up Alan’s wallet and read, “Private Detective Alan, huh? Well I don’t know why you’re here,” He walked back over to Alan and squatted in front of him, “but you dug a little too deep my friend.” He put Alan’s wallet into his own pocket as he pulled out a small pocket mirror which he held up to the bound detective.

Alan was shocked as he saw a very feminine face staring back at him from the reflection. His hair had indeed grown out but he was also sporting a pair of cow ears and cow horns just like the people he saw in cages. “Wha… What did you do to me?”

“It’s simple really. I run a respectful dairy company during the day and during the night I produce some drugs that not only turn anyone into a beautiful dame but also mixes bovine DNA into their body. You’d be surprised at how many sick fucks are willing to buy this shit Alan.” He reached down with one of his large hands and roughly squeezed one of Alan’s newly added breasts, “Or should I call you Alana?”

Alan stifled a moan as his sensitive and large tit was roughly squeezed and wrung by this man’s large hand, unable to come to terms with his new reality. “Nngghh… So you’re the ones behind all those kidnappings!”

The mafia boss squeezed Alan’s tit as hard as he could before he let go, “Guilty as charged.” He rose up from his squat and grabbed a small wooden chair that was just out of Alan’s sight and sat down on it. “Now I’ve been a dear and told you about myself but…I want to know more about you my dear Alana.” He leaned forwards in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “Who the hell sent you here and is anybody else coming?”

“Like hell I’m telling you!”

The mafia boss let his head drop and shook it towards the ground, “That’s what I figured…” He slapped his knees as he rose from the chair, “Welp, I’m not wasting my time here. I’m a very busy man Alana!” He walked towards the door and pushed a few buttons on a numpad which caused the door to swing open. “I’ll be back in a week to talk to ya! Hope your mind hasn't melted by then!” He pushed one more button before he left the cell with his lackey.

As the man walked away Alan heard a mechanical sound coming from below him but the collar around his neck didn’t allow him to look down. He felt some rubber push up against his groin as it pushed past his pussy lips and 2 rings attached themselves to his breasts. “Wait! I’ll talk!” The rubber wheel began to spin, causing small bumps to suddenly and roughly push deeper into his vagina and the 2 rings began to violently suck on his breasts which started to quickly expel milk from his nipples. “NNNgghhh… wait…” He softly muttered through his moaning as the rubber wheel became faster and faster, ravaging hi newly formed womanhood. It quickly brought him to his first orgasm as a cowgirl but the wheel didn’t stop or slow down as it continued to thrash his pussy which was sensitive from the first of many orgasms he would forcefully have.