Cow Daze Ch 08

Anthony thought he was dreaming. For a while, it seemed as though he'd been sitting back outside of his own body watching himself with Purity. Except, the man he saw looked little like the body he knew. And Purity looked nothing like she should. From time to time, his consciousness lurched back into his body. It would be met by a saturating, numbing pleasure. Purity wrapped tight around his throbbing dick, hips quivering under his powerful fingertips, her thighs squeezing tight against him. The ecstasy would peak and once again, he would be sitting beside himself wondering how it could be possible to feel so much all at once.

Purity used these interludes to pace back and forth in front of him. When Anthony concentrated, he remembered a scrawny, mousy girl with a decent butt if nothing else. The version of Purity scooping his cum from between her legs while idly thinking looked nothing like that. A fat ass wobbled behind her, moving with a delicious gravity with even her slightest step. A pair of F cups hung from her chest, sporting nipples that jutted out a full inch, oozing a small stream of milk. From time to time, Purity would bring her hand up, squeeze her breast and send a little jet of milk arcing into the air and causing Anthony to lick his lips. Her hands moved over her body while she lapped up his cum from wherever it had most recently been deposited. The places where it hadn't been were few and far between. Anthony grinned dumbly as he remembered the various ways she'd milked him in the past hour.

She stopped her pacing and knelt between his legs, yanking him back into the moment. "I don't think it's growing any more," she said. Her hand gripped the base of his cock. It swelled in response. She pulled it from one side to the other, lining up her free arm with its length. "Almost as big around as my wrist. That's crazy."

"What are you...doing?" he asked. His tongue felt thick and speaking was like wading through a high flood.

"You keep forgetting," she answered. "Fucking makes our changes go faster. So we fuck or I suck your dick or you jerk off on my ass, we wait, and then I compare. Look how big my titties are now. And, this is real crazy. Look at this." She gathered her arms underneath her breasts and lifted. The heavy breasts rose up with her folded arms to reveal small mounds jutting out just underneath. Dark spots, slightly raised, adorned the mounds' centers. "Second set of boobs. Isn't that wild?"

His head swirled as he reached out and rubbed his thumb across her burgeoning new nipple. He wanted to say, "Impossible," but it came out as a gurgled moan as Purity squeezed his dick. The steady stream of precum glistened on her hand as he watched it move up and down his dick. Anthony's balls felt heavy as she brought her hand up to massage them. He grunted in frustration as she took her hand away.

"It's not time for you to cum again yet," Purity said. "I just got a fresh load and it needs time to do its thing. Look how my pussy is getting all fat and plump." She stood up with her legs spread, showing off her engorged labia. "God it feels like I'm almost cumming just from touching them. Used to take like thirty minutes with a vibrator to get there." She gently moved his hand away as he reached out for her. "Ah-ah, not yet like I said. You need a new belly full of milk. Your cum is making me change, but my milk does it for you. I know you'd probably rather have Joy's boobs to suck on, but I don't know where she is." Purity paused and looked around. "And...I think if we stop fucking I'll lose all track of myself. Like you, remember? When you showed up, you were eight inches of cock and a boiled brain. Now you're ten inches and a slightly tepid brain, I think."

He wanted to answer, but she straddled him, pushing his dick down by sandwiching it between her ass cheeks. He could feel the radiating heat off her asshole on the middle of his dick. He would have thrown her to the floor and fucked her immediately if she'd not usurped him by shoving her nipple into his mouth. She sighed happily as he sucked. A thick stream of warm milk flooded into his mouth. He moaned, pressing his face into the soft flesh as his hands roamed over her body. A drench of hormones flooded his head as he pulled her body closer to his. She'd mentioned Joy, and a fond bloom of memory appeared. Some small part of him did wish it was Joy's body pressing into his, but Purity's was here and that's what mattered. Her white flesh yielded to his touch as he pawed at her. With each burst of milk in his mouth, her body wriggled against him, ass grinding against his aching cock. Had he fucked her ass yet? He couldn't remember. She wasn't leaking cum from it, so he figured not. Her pussy on other hand drooled a steady stream of his cum and her juices. His pelvis was slick as she gently gyrated against him.

Purity moved his other hand over to her free breast. He squeezed, fingers digging into the firm flesh as milk sprayed against his palm. She brought his hand up and licked it clean, smiling down at him as she did. "You know what? I bet you could cum just from sliding in my ass crack like this." She wiggled down and slid back, almost far enough for his dick to slip up and into her pussy. Before that, she slid forward again, letting his dick glide through the cleft of her ass cheeks. "That'd be an awful waste though," she said. "Want to put it inside me again? I think I can fit the whole thing this time."

He took his mouth off her breast long enough to nod. She stood up to reposition. He looked at his dick, marveling at the length and width of it, before his gaze drifted up to see Purity turned around before him. She bent at the waist, wiggling her ass at him as she pulled open her cheeks. He grabbed hold of her hips and guided her down, sheathing himself inside of her again. Inside the pure warmth, the fog in his head cleared. "Purity, we need to stop. We're making it worse."

"Not worse, better." She rested her hands on his knees, letting her tits sway with her motion. "Every load makes me feel normal. Not different or quirky or chicken-girl, but normal. No anxiety. No void in me. It makes sense. I have titties, I get fucked. Your big, fat, black dick gushes inside me and everything makes sense. This is fixing me."

Anthony's hands grabbed her ass. The heavy cheeks squished under his grip, bringing him a primal sort of joy. It felt insincere to try and change her mind while he was seven inches inside of her, but he wanted to use his brain while he still had it. "You weren't broken, Purity."

"Oh, shut the fuck up," she slammed back on his dick harder and faster with each word. "Just let me enjoy fucking this fat, fucking cock of --unngh!"

Her pussy spasmed around him, squeezing his entire length with a slow ripple of tightening muscle. Combined with seeing her body slightly contort in pleasure, Anthony let himself fall over the edge as well. His balls contracted and his legs strained out as he erupted inside of her. He went lightheaded from the strain as his dick pumped rope after rope of cum into her well used pussy. When it finally stopped, Purity slid forward off his dick with a wet slurp, rolling onto her side on the floor. A glazed, blissful visage peered up at Anthony as her body twitched and jerked. He leaned forward from the couch, worried she'd had some kind of fit. To ease his concern, she gurgled and smiled wider. "That was the best one...yet," she said.

Anthony didn't hear her. He was focused on the second set of tits. They'd already doubled in size. Worse, as he leaned forward he notice a weird feeling in his lower back. He reached around behind himself. The horror he felt was muted due to Purity spreading her legs to show off his cum oozing out of her gaping pussy, but the shock of feeling a short tail emerging from the base of his spine still cut through his haze enough to get him on his feet. "Fuck. We need to find the others."

***

Becca ran cold water over her wrists. She didn't remember who taught her the trick, but she always did it when stressed. It helped, a little.

She stood in the kitchenette of the administrative building. Beyond belief, she'd spent the last hour milking two girls she barely knew. Joy was in pretty bad shape, and Kat was getting worse. Becca knew the solution, but didn't want to think about it.

Miles or Penny should have come back by now.

She'd had the same though with each tug on the changing girls' teats. With all of her other thoughts devoted to remaining calm and in control.

Someone has to be,

she reminded herself.

Shouldn't have let Penny go back. Miles was definitely a pressure cooker waiting to pop. Luke was...a walking dirty bomb of virus more or less.

Her hand moved up to her neck, rubbing the cool water around her throat. Wrinkles had gone. Even a birthmark had faded away. A peculiar energy livened up her movements, akin to something she rarely felt on particularly cool mornings. She thought it must be what youth felt like if it was infused into the body of an older person.

Cause that's basically what's happening. The boozy morning's been burned off already. I'm hungrier than I should be, too. The virus is speeding up cellular reproduction, building a brand new me. God, I wish we weren't on this fucking mountain.

She dried her hands and turned around. On the table were two buckets. She'd gotten them out of the fridge to pour them down the drain. It'd been against her better judgment to not do it right away with Kat's. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It seemed like such a waste. In those two containers was a viral agent significant enough to shut down a continent, and she couldn't find the strength to pour them down the drain. It took what strength she had not to dunk her whole head in. With a sigh, she went to the nearby cabinets. On the third set she opened, she discovered rows and rows of promotional canteens.

Why even bother? They're probably ready to fill up the buckets again already.

Her brow furrowed.

Come on, Becca. You know why. Same reason you keep emergency bottles at the back of the cabinet. Cause you might run out. They might leave. Or there might be a line when its time for your fix. Cause your fix is coming, isn't it? How long can I hold out?

"Probably until I see one of the men," she said aloud.

Becca went to work filling the canteens. One by one, she placed them into the fridge, cursing all the while about the irrationality of it all. Once that was done, she washed her hands again, trying her best to keep her exposure to a minimum. "Alright, I'm not staying down here alone until my inmates turn into cattle." She went to the two rooms and brought out Kat and Joy. They waddled into the hallway, immediately running to give each other a hug. Their breasts squashed together as they giggled. "Girls, pay attention. Try to stay focused, ok? Cover up as best you can, mainly to keep the sun off of you. Penny took the car, so we're hoof--walking it."

"To see the boys?" Kat asked, a dark gleam in her eyes.

"Yep."

***

Miles leaned against a pine tree to get his bearings. Another wave had hit moments before, leaving him in a haze of lust. They passed quickly, but when they hit, it was like being knocked out of his own head. Penny was wrong. Her wild fuck hadn't given him a few hours. It'd barely given him one. His wife had been right about other things though. He was a ticking time bomb. Each time one of the waves hit, he knew it down to his core. Eventually, the urges would win out, and he would become something little better than an animal desperate to fuck. He'd seen it happen to Luke and in the videos he'd watched of other people suffering from the virus. And Miles wasn't going to let this particular bomb go off around his family.

At the base of the mountain's slope was a small shack for the workers to take shelter during the winter. The family used it to store picnic lunches or other provisions when they went hiking up the mountain. While small, it had enough room and a cot where Miles could safely ride out the initial effects of the virus. Assuming the fever didn't melt his brain.

Don't care, that's a better alternative than being around Purity or Alicia.

He'd considered other ideas, ones that seemed almost seductive solutions. He could have locked himself up with Penny and Becca, dealing with the virus with the two sisters. Two decades of flirting let the idea seem like an obvious solution in his head. The saner side of his mind eventually prevailed. Penny -- the sensible Penny -- wouldn't forgive him for fucking her sister virus or not. Then again, he didn't know if the sensible Penny was going to come back.

He gave his head a quick shake, an attempt to scramble the images of Penny's ass and pussy. The walk to the shack was taking longer than it should due to his frequent stops. Twice already he'd backtracked as his willpower faded. After the second time, he'd spent a while sitting under a tree resisting the urge to masturbate. His dick ached to be touched, but he continually reminded himself that he was a mature adult, not some compulsive teenager. Still, he had a few strokes before he could stop himself. As he expected, his dick looked bigger. He had no idea how extreme the changes could become. Nor did he know that his feeble attempts to resist coincided with his sister-in-law milking the swollen udders of his son's girlfriend or his niece saturating Anthony with virus through fucking until he grew a tail.

Deciding on his direction, he set off again, trying a faster pace to stay on track. He'd put on a pair of shorts when he left the main cabin, but nothing else. His feet hurt, brush had torn at his calves, and even under the trees the sun tickled his naked chest. With each step though, he built confidence in his choice as it removed him further from temptation. He welcomed the aches and stings because they served as a deterrent on turning back. Even so, he could feel the urge tempting toward madness. Could it get so bad that he would go running back? Beyond that, how far would his needs push him? The stories he'd seen on the internet showed people tearing at doors to get to a partner. How long until he became a frothing fool?

The sight of the shack brought a great relief, right down to Miles's soul. He slowed his pace and finally allowed a moment of relaxation. With it came another swirl of the virus's influence, a heady dream of lust. His dick pressed hard against the confining shorts, urging him to strip naked and jerk off. Nervous energy flowed out to his extremities despite the harried rush up to the shack. His thoughts filled with images, not only of Penny, but of any and every woman -- nameless faceless ones gyrating in carnal ruts. Miles shuddered as he tried to dismiss the thoughts because with them came the urge to return, to find one of the females and fuck her until she gushed milk from her tits. He even began the calculations on how long it would take to get back and which fertile pussy would be the closest. In frustration, he let out a bellow and slammed his fist against the wall of the shack. The exertion blunted the waves until the door of the shack opened.

"Dad?"'

Alicia stood in the doorway of the small shack. She wore a small sports bra that seemed overfull and her panties, bright red cotton with a suspiciously dark spot. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail, and her eyes looked at him with a glazed, middle-distance stare. Seeing her filled Miles with a vortex of conflicting emotion. On the one hand, his stomach sank down to his heels as he realized he'd walked into the woods to escape her and yet she'd waited for him all the while. On the other, he could smell the scent of her skin. It invaded his head, forcing his thoughts toward fucking. To his credit, Miles stumbled back and even took a step to run off, but Alicia grabbed his wrist. "Honey," he whispered, "no. You can't let me..."

Alicia bit her lip, cheeks flushed, "But, I need it, daddy." She pulled him inside. "And so do you."

Miles's defenses crumbled as his daughter drew him into the cabin and shut the door. The idea of escape or of preserving his family faded into ash. Instead, he turned his energy on preserving what was left of his sanity. "Why're you here?"

She walked through the small entry room and into the rear room, sitting down on the cot. "Anthony came to the cabin where Purity and I were. She let him in. I watched them...and played with my pussy while I did." She smiled as she saw the twitch in her father's shorts. "Purity said we were already infected. That if Kat had whatever this is, then we'd have it, too. I didn't want to believe her, but ever since I saw Anthony, I can't think about anything other than getting fucked by a big thick cock. I came up here because I thought that would be wrong. Anthony was already fucking Purity and the only other cocks in range were my brother's and my dad's. That's supposed to be wrong. I'm not supposed to want to fuck either of you, but I can't stop thinking that I should. I can't even remember what Luke looks like now. And you look different. You're younger."

This alarmed Miles enough to punch through the haze. He fumbled through the small shack and into the bathroom. The man looking back from the mirror wasn't unfamiliar to Miles, but it was a face he'd not seen in years. Color had returned to his hair, wrinkles had smoothed into taut, clean skin, and his eyes had darkened to a near cobalt blue. The rest of him had become lean and muscular, even showing the hint of abs underneath a flat stomach which should have been a small paunch. She was right, he looked twenty years younger and nothing like the man she knew as her father. His eyes flicked to over his shoulder. He could see Alicia spreading her legs slightly as she waited. "You're different, too," he said.

Her hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing them inside the sports bra. "Yeah. My boobs have grown a bunch. I can't stop thinking about Anthony or Purity or anyone. If I shut my eyes, all I see is sex. You're worse off than me though. I can tell. You're staining your shorts."

Miles looked down to the khaki shorts and saw the dark plot of precum oozing through the fabric. He sighed and dropped down on the cot beside his daughter. "Alicia, we can't."

"It's ok," she cooed. "I need it. You need it. It could get worse if we don't. What if you had a heart attack or something? Besides, I really, really want it. I want you to put your big, fat dad dick inside me and take my cherry."

Her words sizzled across his brain. Miles wanted to protest, but a wave hit and sent him reeling. Alicia's hand moved across his stomach, sliding down to the button of his shorts. With a deft movement, she flicked open the fly and drew out his cock. His daughter's fingers wrapped around his aching manhood, and Miles fell away into an endless pit, entirely lost to his base desires. His arm wrapped around her, guiding her head down until her lips pressed against the leaky head of his dick. She looked at him and smiled before sticking out her tongue and licking up a glob of precum. As his daughter's mouth enveloped his cock, Miles groaned with a feeling of completion he didn't know he'd missed.

Alicia choked halfway down his cock, drawing back with a cough. "It's too big for my mouth." She stood up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. Without hesitation, she jerked them down, showing her father her slightly plumped ass. She gave it a wiggle when she noticed his stare. "You can touch it." Alicia grabbed his hand and moved it to her ass. He squeezed and a burst of joy erupted in her head. It felt good to be wanted and needed by a man, no matter who it was. She turned and straddled her father's lap. "So what happens when the virus gets worse? Anthony looked really different. His dick was so big, even bigger than yours. What happens to girls?"