"I wanted this."<br/><br/>Bill grunted through the pain as the stab of the needle spread through his body, the ache and burning that started in his groin slowly spread over his body.  Feeling stretched and pulled, as if he was having a growth spurt his breath came hard as his heart hammered in his chest.  Closing his eyes tight all he saw was white, the color of pain.  Slowly his dick began to ache and became sore, about as much as the rest of him, for long minutes, or hours, he didn't know at that point, all he knew was his body adjusting and changing as he lay on the bed.  In a pool of his own sweat, and pain.<br/><br/>When the ache left he slowly opened his eyes, raising his arms and looking down as he felt something long and thick against his thigh.  Lifting himself up looked down at the 3 foot tube that hung between his legs.  "Holy shit," he breathed in as he looked at his cock.  It looked like a pipe between his legs, muscular legs.  Body, arms.  Everything.<br/><br/>At first he was quiet then he laughed and giggled to himself as he stood up feeling the power that ran through his body, "this farm is awesome!"  His voice rose with excitement.  Finally he had the body he had always wanted, always dreamed of.  The type of body that would impress the girls, especially the cock.  Something else ran through him, confidence, and arousal.  He could smell them as he stood in the room posing and admiring the way his muscles showed on his body, out there somewhere, cows.  That subtle scent of milk and sex, a scent that began to stiffen the huge pipe between his legs, that straightened out as he breathed deep, the farm had been a last stop of desperation in what he thought was a wasted life, but if it was going to be like this Bill would have no regrets.<br/><br/>"Oh yeah, the social," he recalled what they told him after the injections that changed him.  Once he was, adjusted, as they called it there would be a time to introduce them all to the ways of the farm.  A quick shower in the small room, big enough for a bed, shower, and not much else, and he was out and walking down the hall towards where he was told to go.  Strutting, if it could be called that, with a 29 inch cock swinging down by his knees.