Cow Daze Ch 04

The light flicked on and Alicia shoved her head under the pillow. She'd been awake for a while, but didn't want to do anything other than wallow. Her whole body hurt, but her head most of all. "Go away," she grumbled.

"Alicia, you have to get up now honey." It was her mother's voice, and a second later the pillow was yanked away. Penny's cold hand touched her daughter's cheek. Through bleary eyes, Alicia could see the worry on her mother's face. "You're warm, but that's probably the hangover. Have you had water?"

"Mom? What's wrong?" Alicia said. "Why're you down here?"

"Something's happening, sweetie. Don't worry everyone is...safe, I think. No mortal peril, anyway," she tried to inject a small laugh, but it fell flat. "Get up. Get dressed. You don't have to go anywhere yet, but we need to be ready. Your father is on his way to get some more information."

Alicia grabbed her mother's wrist. "You're scaring me. Is dad ok? Luke? Did they drink too much?"

Penny offered an unconvincing smile, "They're fine. It's nothing like that. Like I said, no one is in imminent danger. There's a virus, but its not deadly. We think Kat has it. We have to make sure the rest of us aren't sick, too. Now, I'll explain more later, but right now you have to get yourself together. Your father might get back and say we have to leave. If so, we'll need to go quick."

Becca appeared in the doorway, "She alright?" Penny nodded. "Good, good. Purity is confused, but doesn't seem to have a fever. Joy isn't here, like Kat said. Which means..."

"Shit," Penny said. "Alicia, do what I tell you. Becca and I need to go check on the others, but you are not to leave this cabin. When we're gone, you will lock the door behind us. If Joy comes around, do not let her in. Same for your brother,

especially

your brother. For that matter, don't let anyone in other than your aunt or me. Get up, get dressed, take some ibuprofen, and drink water until we come back. We'll explain everything as soon as your dad gets some better information on what we're dealing with. Understand?"

Alicia nodded, her heart thumping in her chest. The idea of a virus frightened her. She thought of sitting beside Kat on the whole drive up. She thought of when they were all sitting around drinking the previous night. How many times had she bumped into the other girl? Did she drink from the same cup once or twice? She couldn't remember. Whole hours blurred together in her memory. She didn't have any recollection of Kat coughing or sneezing or even acting strange. The only thing notable about Kat had been the confession about kissing Joy. Could that have something to do with it? Some kind of brain alteration due to the virus?

Her mother paused and gave Alicia a hug. Becca waved sympathetically from the door. "Come on, you'll need to lock the door."

Alicia followed, numbly. Purity met them in the hallway, holding Bertie under one arm. The chicken cocked its head from side to side, looking skeptically at the other humans walking around. Purity tugged at Alicia's sleeve, "Do you know what's going on?"

She shook her head. They followed their parents to the back door. Penny paused again to hug her daughter and Purity both. "Get it together, Pen," Becca said. "No one's dying."

"If what we think --" Penny stopped. She cleared her throat. "Stay inside. If either of you gets a fever or experiences anything strange, separate yourselves. Oh, and don't drink any milk."

With that, the two older women left. Alicia closed the door behind them, locking it as instructed. She watched them have a whispered, but animated discussion at the foot of the cabin steps before they walked away toward the other cabin. Alicia turned to her cousin, "Did your mom explain anything?"

Purity shrugged, "She said there's a virus turning people into sex freaks." Bertie clucked. "Why? What did yours say?"

***

Kat sat in the third bedroom of the main cabin. Penny and Becca had brought her in from wandering around half naked. They had wrapped her in a blanket long enough to get her inside. The whole experience seemed fuzzy to Kat. Earlier in her life, she went through some problems with depression, entering a numb state for days at a time. Whenever those times passed, she would look back at the lapsed time with barely any memory of it, only a dark fuzzy spot of actions in the otherwise normal narrative of her life. The hour or so after her time with Joy was similar, but instead of it being a dark spot, it was a warm and fuzzy memory. Like a sleepy half-dream on a Christmas morning. If Kat focused, she could remember the sun on her naked breasts, the tingling feeling of the breeze on her skin, and the warmth of being loved and giving love flowing throughout her thoughts.

At the moment, those feelings had vanished. Kat was back to her old self, except for the no longer deniable changes to her body. They'd given her one of Becca's larger shirts to put on, but she hadn't bothered yet. Kat kept looking at herself in the mirror, wondering how she'd gotten this far without screaming for help. Her breasts sat up high and round, hanging off her chest like overfilled water balloons. Her skin freckled from the sun, leaving small spots across the top of her otherwise tanned skin. Before, her nipples had been small and only hard in the coldest of environments. Now, the tissue around her nipples was puffy and sensitive while the nipples themselves stuck out, hard and dark in color. Looking at them made her want to pull on them or roll them between her fingers, the idea filling her head with a small taste of that warm memory of what it had been like in the sun with Joy's lips around them.

Her cheeks blushed, and she went to cover herself with the shirt.

What have I done? I'm infected with something, and I ignored it. Maybe I infected Luke, probably Joy. Who else? Will this happen to Joy, too? And that's only us. If this is worldwide, god, the cities must be chaos. It didn't have to be Joy. It could have been anyone. Alicia or Anthony or...Miles.

She shook her head, yanking the shirt down over her naked body. The material chafed against her skin, but she forced herself to ignore it. Hopping to her feet, she went to the adjoining bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. The idea sat in the middle of her warm memory, making her uncomfortable whenever she allowed herself to slip back toward that way of thinking. She really would have fucked anyone.

She could see it now with some clarity. Ever since her quick fuck in the woods with Luke, the pressure had been building up again. And then it built up literally in her tits as the milk production began. She'd been a walking time bomb. Joy was simply the unlucky girl to be caught in the blast radius. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, Kat thought about how easy it would be to blame tiny particles in her bloodstream for her actions. Naturally, they were somewhat responsible, but it had still been her. Kat had wanted it, and so had Joy. She couldn't know what the other woman experienced, but at least a few times Kat had sensed something wrong in her body and chose to ignore it. The relief had been too important and felt too good.

It's a good thing they locked me in here. It's going to start again, and I'll lose myself a little bit in that blur of sex. God, I hope they put someone in here with me.

***

The inside of the administration cabin was twice as hot as it had been when Miles visited that morning. He fumbled around to find the air conditioning and flipped it on before heading back to the office he'd been in earlier. Seated, he went about trying to find a real set of answers for what was going on. In one tab he pulled up an internet broadcast news feed while he searched for the message board he'd seen earlier. On the live video, a British reporter stood in a gaggle of others outside of some government building. He listened as he read.

"...continue to deny any broad infection. That's despite countless reports of hospitals being flooded with patients, and despite actions from various governmental agencies seemingly incongruous with official positions. The latest of these involve the deployment of National Guard forces to several towns in multiple states. Eyewitnesses from those locations report road blocks and pop up tents which seem to be operating as either triage or research facilities. Additionally, this administration remains uncommitted to even the simplest of explanations such as symptoms or signs of infection, constantly referring questions to other governmental bodies in a sort of bureaucratic goose chase.

"Other nations, though, are not taking this lightly. The EU has issued orders closing all borders to non-essential cargo. China, Russia, and Japan have issued bans on all imported American products while setting up screening on all inbound flights from the states. Mexico and Canada have thus far hesitated to close their border or set up screening, but they have enacted a clause of the JORCA trade agreement which allows all cross border goods to be held for an indefinite amount of time. None of this changes the math on the ground though as scientists, doctors, and researchers scramble to get a hold on exactly what is happening. Dr. Richard Grayson of the World Health Organization offered this as an olive branch over the wall between media and government quote, 'We can say for certain that there is a virus, akin to the flu. Beyond that, we can say that mortality is so far zero, yet it is of great concern that this virus will be disruptive to life in a way most virologists had not considered.' When pressed on the implications of his quote, he seemed to agree with suggestions of on site doctors who have reported a symptom best described as a second round of puberty, more advanced and more morphologically significant."

Miles frown at the screen. He found a new post titled "COMPILED REPORTS WITH VERIFICATION" and opened it. Pictures flooded his screen, and his jaw dropped. Face blushing, he scrolled down until the first text appeared. He read aloud in a quick, muttering voice, "Above you see the time line after infection for both male and female. Note, all of the pictures are not of the same persons, but of the same phase of infection. The government is only focusing on initial contamination symptoms. Low grade fever, unusual olfactory sensations, and mild brain fog. The government

denies

anything from phase two on."

He paused to scroll back up to the pictures labeled as phase two. They showed a woman, seemingly in her thirties, with round, leaking breasts. The next in line showed a man, lean and muscular, with seemingly oversized testicles and a larger than average penis. Miles would have assumed the guy to be a porn star if not for the "before" picture beside it. The man had been slightly pudgy with a deflated and smaller dick. Miles returned to the text, "Phase two results in a second growth spurt akin to puberty. Rabid and extreme development of secondary sexual characteristics for both sexes. For women, breasts can grow larger as well as fat deposits in the thighs and butt. For men, an increase in body hair isn't uncommon alongside increased muscle mass and genital enlargement. Additional neurological changes seem to occur at random intervals. For all, there is a noticeable increase in sex drive and sometimes aggression.

"Things become more complicated in phase three. Sexual features continue to develop with one notable addition. Women begin to lactate. This is extremely dangerous. Early analysis from small labs reveal extremely high viral loads in this milk. Consumption of it radically speeds up the process of infection taking the full incubation period from three to five days to

three to five hours.

Engaging in sexual activity with an infected individual also speeds along infection and should be avoided at all costs. Some unconfirmed accounts suggest this is difficult, citing an almost trance like effect from being in the presence of someone in phase two or higher.

"The bad news is that several people have suggested additional phases beyond three. Accounts of these situations grow murky, but suggest that the neurological changes advance toward the breakdown of sociological norms. Inhibition can drop to nil and sex drive can increase to a point where any viable partner becomes suitable. In this case a viable partner is any sexually mature human within range,

regardless of pre-existing relationship

. As a hopefully unnecessary precaution until we understand more, we are recommending that people with familial relationships or close friends remain as distant as possible. The good news -- thank fuck for something good -- is that so far the outbreaks are largely contained requiring direct physical contact and fluid exchange for transmission. So you won't contract this from breathing the same air or being in the same small space. Touching, using communal items, or anything involving wet particle transmission should be avoided. And for fuck's sake, don't drink the milk."

***

Penny opened the back door to the boys cabin without a moment's hesitation. She immediately knew she should have knocked. Anthony stood in the kitchen directly in front of her. He was naked with a jug of milk pressed to his lips glugging away. Behind her, Becca made an awkward squawk which drew Anthony's attention. His eyes widened as he dropped the milk and snatched a nearby kitchen towel to cover himself. "Shit, shit!" The milk fell off from where Anthony tried to place it, hit the ground, and sprayed the white fluid all over the kitchen in a big jet. Becca continued to giggle.

"Anthony, god, we're sorry," Penny said, flustered. She didn't know if the young man was infected or not, but she worried what would happen to his dick if it got any bigger than it was at that moment.

"What the hell?" he demanded, scuttling behind the kitchen bar. "Why wouldn't you knock?"

"To be fair," Becca said, "why would you be standing buck-ass naked in the kitchen at midday?"

Anthony's head poked up over the end of the bar. He didn't seem to have considered the idea at all. "Uh, I was...I dunno. I was thirsty for more milk."

The three of them all looked at the jug leaking on its side. "Don't drink it," Penny said. "We have a lot to explain, but don't drink the milk. Is Joy here? You don't have to be embarrassed. We need to find everyone."

He shifted uncomfortably, but nodded, "She's upstairs, asleep. Or she was before all this started."

Becca stepped over to a cabinet and drew out more towels, tossing them onto the floor. "Anthony, we need you to tell us the truth, even if it sounds weird and invasive. Did the two of you have sex?"

"That's really not your business," he said.

"So, you did," Becca continued. "And during that did you notice anything strange about Joy? Are her breasts larger? Or is she lactating?"

Anthony's skin tone prevented a full blush, but his face certainly darkened. "How could you know that?"

Penny crossed her arms as panic bloomed in her gut again. "Anthony, did you drink her milk? I know you don't want to answer, but it's important."

"Why's that important?" he asked. He stood up, and the two women gasped. The memory of his time with Joy clearly had an effect. Penny looked away from the erect cock, but Becca leered at it with an amused face. Anthony barely attempted to hide his nakedness. "Explain what's going on."

"There's a virus. It started out in milk and causes some really strange things to happen." Becca finally looked away as she spoke. "Kat is infected. Joy caught it from her, and now we're going to assume you caught it from Joy. You're not in any danger, but for your own good, we need to separate all of you."

"I'm sick? I don't feel sick," Anthony mused. He dropped the small towel altogether. "I feel

good

." He brought his arms up in a half flex. All of them watched as the small flex led to a rippling change up and down his arms. When it stopped, Anthony had added clearly defined muscle where none had been before. All the while, his cock remained hard. When he finished flexing, his hand went to his dick and gave it a squeeze. "And I look good, too. Don't I Mrs. Carter? Penny? You should look at me." Anthony's voice changed. The slight hesitancy that always undercut his conversations vanished and a robust, confident baritone rumbled out of his chest with each word.

Becca had not been idle during Anthony's small show. She'd filled a glass with ice and water. As an alluring scent filled the room, she threw the icy water on Anthony's chest. He yelped and crumpled backward. "Focus up," Becca said. "This virus fucks with your head, and we don't have time for that. Go upstairs, get dressed, and get Joy dressed."

"Where's Luke?" Penny asked, dreading an answer.

"Dunno," Anthony said. The water had put some sense into him. The momentary bravado slipped away, and he returned to his awkward, ashamed posture. "He's not here. Not sure when he left. Uh, maybe one of you should go get Joy. If I do it...I'm not sure we'll be down right away."

"You're getting the idea," Becca agreed. "Go take a cold shower. Clean up and maybe slow down whatever's going on inside you."

"I'll get Joy," Penny said. "We're going to take her up to the main cabin. Once we find Luke, we'll send him in here, but you two should stay separate as much as possible."

Anthony nodded, "What makes you two safe?"

"Not sucking infected milk," Becca said. From her pocket, she withdrew a pair of gloves, "Not touching it, either. Come on, up you go. We'll find you a robe or something."

***

Luke thought fresh air and sunshine would make him feel better. It did, on some fronts. The hangover had dwindled to nothing more than a light ache in his joints, and even that seemed to fade. He couldn't remember exactly when he'd left the cabin, but the walk to one of the empty cabins took about thirty minutes. They'd stayed in Cabin 17 in previous years, and it was the only place on the mountain with reliable cell service. Luke didn't really know why he wanted to use his phone. He didn't have anyone to call or check in with, but it gave him an excuse to move and so that's what he did.

In the end, the service wasn't much better. It did give him enough coverage to check a few spots of the internet. Naturally, he went to watch porn. It seemed the prudent thing to do while leaning against the backside of Cabin 17. He didn't even notice he was jerking off until his boxers filled with another alarming amount of cum. Cursing himself in the clarity of orgasm, he stripped down and went to wash up in a nearby stream. The boxers were ruined, but he shorts were ok. They felt better, too, less confining. When not jerking off, he couldn't ignore the nagging problems with his body. His dick ached constantly to be touched. He felt sweaty all over, even in the shade. And, occasionally, a thought jutted into his head that his hyper focus on sex wasn't normal. Those sorts of thoughts died as the next video would load, leaving him mesmerized as he watched some woman's ass bounce back against a cock.

Luke knew he needed to do something once he realized the dicks in the videos no longer looked bigger than his own.

Swelling,

he thought.

That might be serious. I should get someone's advice. Dad? No, not really wanting to jump straight to showing off my constant hardon to my father. Kat might know what's wrong with me. Did she give me something last night? Did I give something to myself? Fuck.

He'd heard about guys taking off brand erection pills and spending full days jerking off to no avail. He didn't want to wind up with a chafed dick, but also didn't want to ruin the vacation by needing to go to the hospital. Grumbling, he headed back toward the other cabins.