The Cottonwood Stud Ranch Pt 03

The Cottonwood Stud Ranch

Part Three

The chow hall hosted the usual complement of muscle-bound farmhands wordlessly munching through hearty breakfasts. Liam sat alone at his table, shoveling down a family-sized portion of biscuits and gravy between large bites of crispy bacon.

A stack of thick-cut rashes was piled high on a second tray beside his steaming coffee mug.

His appetites had grown alarmingly in the past... days... weeks? Time was difficult to track in this simpler life. Mornings and evenings blurred together, filled with honest labor and the passionate adoration of his sweet baby girl.

Ruminating on appetites, Liam could only marvel at Gabby's hunger for physical affection. The innocent country girl with her golden hair and bombshell curves was positively ravenous, as though he'd awakened a hellcat on their first night together...

When was that, exactly?

She was his constant companion and personal cheerleader. Always at hand with jubilant praise, ready to assist when his mind wandered (as it had more and more often lately), batting her long lashes and crooning encouragement all the while.

...and taking his increasingly incorrigible cock in every way imaginable.

Liam chewed on a chunk of cornbread, remembering how she had driven a tractor through the sprawling wheat fields while he plowed her from behind. Both of them half-standing in the cramped cab with her bent over--plush tits squished into the steering column--denim skirt raised, offering her thick rump and glistening pink folds for him to rut.

"Oh, Daddy... Oooh, Daddy! You feel amazing. Your big, hard cock feels

sooo~

fucking good! Give it to me...

Aaah!

Give your horny baby girl that fat Daddy dick!"

Anytime, anywhere, his angel-faced lover was endlessly devoted to satisfying him. Not just with sex either--though they made plenty of that.

Gabby ensured Liam remained hydrated with pitchers of her special lemonade, which he guzzled, ignoring the cloying chemical aftertaste. Then she rode, stroked, or sucked the inevitable sugar high straight out of him afterward.

She monitored his persistent headaches that plagued his poor skull, administering medication that brought blessed--if mildly fuzzy--relief from the pain.

Her intoxicating wildflower perfume would fill his nostrils when she tucked him into his bunk for the night, raining loving kisses on his lips and cheeks...

"Sleep tight, Daddy. I'll be dreaming of you and fingering my tight, lil' pussy until we meet again in the morning. Love you lots."

So Liam was rightfully concerned when Gabby didn't appear as her sisters and numerous cousins filed in to collect their dull-eyed charges for the busy day ahead. He sat in solitude, wringing a napkin in his meaty mitts while the mid-western belles coaxed the hulking farmhands outside.

"Aw, you're all on your lonesome, good-looking. Want some company?" An enormously buxom brunette in low-cut, butt-flossing jean shorts and an earth-tone bikini top bounced over to him. Dixie, one of the twins, grinned impishly. "I'm certain Trixie and me can

handle

you. Miss Lily has Gabs tied up for the day with family stuff. You should come with us. We'd be happy to look after you in the meantime."

"Super happy!" Her sister Trixie cat-called merrily, from where she ushered lumbering workers out the door. Her extreme proportions jiggled invitingly in her identical outfit. "We'll take real good care of ya, promise."

Liam gaze was drawn to the deep cleft of her mesmerizing cleavage. The bikini top was unequal to the task of containing the abundance of tit-flesh, which appeared to possess a gravity of its own, dragging him in.

"I, uh... I should probably wait for..."

His bumbling tongue stilled when Dixie's hands landed on his shoulders, massaging dense muscles as she leaned closer.

"Mmmm, so big and strapping. You're growing faster than a weed in pig shit." She drawled in that melodic country twang. "What's my lil' sis been feeding you? We're dyin' to know. Maybe we can...

pump

the secret outta you."

The hyper-voluptuous brunette pushed Liam back in his seat, kicking out a shapely leg to straddle his lap. Her ample rear settled over the stiffening bulge in his jeans as her tremendous knockers eclipsed his vision.

He groaned when she began to wiggle and grind, unable to string coherent thoughts together under the sudden, sensual assault.

Feeding him?

Liam couldn't fathom what Dixie was talking about. He ate the same grub as everyone else, if in unheard-of quantities. But his labor on the ranch was distinctly physical, demanding more calories... or whatever.

It was a challenge to focus with the full-figured sexpot writhing atop him. Her stupendous honkers in his face and that dynamite ass sandwiching his denim-clad protrusion.

"We think maybe she's playin' dirty." Dixie whispered seductively, tilting her wide hips so his bulge slid between her plump thighs and squeezed. "Giving you the secret sauce. Juicing you on something special. Know anything about that, mister?"

Secret Sauce?

Liam's brain was bogged in a mire of unwelcome lust and confusion. Something was wrong... fraying threads of reason tangled into an abhorrent knot of wrongness that he couldn't put a name to...

"Careful, sis. Don't wanna spill too many beans with listening ears about." Trixie warned, closing the door and turning the lock.

"Nah, look at him. He's deep in the conditioning phase. Dumb as a post and stiff as one too." As if to illustrate her point, Dixie unzipped Liam, deftly extracting his traitorous erection. "Jesus, he's even larger than the other night. Get over here and collect a sample, sister. I'll keep him engaged."

"Okey-dokey!" Trixie trilled, skipping over merrily.

"Geez, you're such a cumslut sometimes. Try not to guzzle every drop this time. It's important."

"I said okay! Don't hafta be a bitch about it."

Liam was frozen with conflicting emotions and indecision. The pornstar farmgirl began teasing his shaft with expert skill, clamping it in her delectable thigh gap and riding him like a broomstick. The engorged tip kept brushing the lower hemispheres of her butt cheeks hanging out of the tiny cutoffs, shooting shocks of heady desire throughout him.

"You like that? Like my fat thighs and ass stroking your beefy dick?" Dixie cooed, clenching him tighter. "Guys love us thicc chicks. Their instincts tell 'em we're prime breeding material. Is that what you want, mister? Wanna slam this...

big... stiff...

bull cock into my fertile young pussy and knock me up?"

Her creamy melons smothered Liam, puckered nipples poking through the flimsy top to rake his chin. He couldn't speak, protesting words lodged in his throat like a lozenge. This was

wrong,

but the will to resist her simply wasn't there.

Then something warm, wet, and heavenly closed around his crown. Pliant lips, marshmallow-soft, captured him and started suckling.

If he could see past the obfuscating shelf of boobage, Liam would have discovered Trixie's face buried in her twin's gyrating rump, nursing on his tip like a starving infant. Her hot tongue spiraled and lashed, cheeks hollowing and lips forming a strict suctioning seal...

But he couldn't. Instead, his balls boiled at the added sensation, layering more mind-addling pressure upon him.

"You do, dontcha? I'm half tempted to let it happen. Trixie was ditzy as hell after you hammered her stupid." Dixie moaned, sounding excited as she quickened her lewd humping. "Was kinda jealous, but rules are rules. Can't give the milk away for free. Gotta have standards, yeah? Even if I wanted a strong, mega-hung buck like you to make me a mommy, that's a biiiig no-no."

Her voice lacked conviction, every rolling thrust of her luscious hips betrayed the desire she fostered. Moisture saturated the thin stripe of denim separating their sexes. Trixie's sucking and tonguing intensified, cajoling spurts of gloopy precum out of him.

Liam reeled, desperate to tear away that insubstantial barrier and skewer this stacked temptress on his aggravated prong. He was strong in body but also weak. The act would be effortless. A simple mechanical movement that would result in sinful bliss for everyone concerned...

Yet it still felt wrong.

He felt as though he were betraying Gabby, his beloved baby girl. When she found out, the heartbreaking expression on her angelic face plagued his imagination, polluting the turbulent passion.

"Stop... no!" Liam gasped, rocketing to his feet and toppling the timber bench. The twins were sent sprawling with indignant squawks. "What are you... um, dammit, why can't I think?!"

He clutched his temples as panicked recollections tumbled through the cotton wool-packed mind--snippets of conversations that didn't make sense echoed in his ears.

"Ow, you said you had him..."

"I did have him. He shouldn't be able--fuck, he's doing a runner. Stop, stop!"

The wooden door came off the hinges when Liam charged it, barrelling through the group of farmhands waiting on the other side and into the wheat fields beyond.

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The Big House exuded a sinister presence in the midnight darkness. Its arching windows peered unblinkingly at Liam, and the rails of wrap-around verandas took on a tooth-like quality in an open maw ready to chew and swallow the unwary.

He'd spent the day hiding. Slipping from the fields into outbuildings, dodging search parties directed by the conspiring twins.

Nobody else appeared bothered by his disappearance, but the two brunettes became increasingly frantic in their hunt for him. They'd set their cadre of bulky workers to combing the fields while the rest of the ranch went about their normal duties.

No hue and cry or claxons resounded, though the girls' mounting distress was obvious as Liam watched them stomping about and arguing, safely concealed within a dusty feed shed.

It was a struggle to resist the sire call of the lunch bell ringing. His stomach was eating itself by the time the shadows grew long, and he'd resorted to chewing on a hay bail before the sunset.

That hadn't tasted as bad as expected, all things considered.

The darkness of night cloaked him now. Creeping around the side of the ominous manor home, Liam spotted a servant's entrance that looked promising. A row of flowering shrubs would mask his approach and if it was unlocked...

Fear twisted his empty guts as jagged glass shards stabbed his skull.

He needed his pills.

He needed to eat.

He needed his baby girl to make everything better.

Most of all, he needed answers to the nebulous questions stewing in his soupy brain.

Liam needed so many things.

Twisting the handle, he gusted a relieved sigh when the latch clicked, tip-toeing inside on bare feet. The cowboy boots Gabby gifted him had been sacrificed for a more stealthy approach, and muddy footprints marked his trail.

The maze of darkened corridors was tricky to navigate. Liam was quickly lost after a few turns. Risking a peek, he was gratified to discover a familiar sight behind one of the many doors spaced along the wainscotted walls.

The outdated infirmary where Gabby had brought him after the car accident for Miss Lily to tend his injuries. There was the nurse's desk, examination table and...

Medicine cabinets.

Moving as silently as possible, Liam pried the nearest open. It was locked but the thin metal warped in his powerful hands like silly putty, revealing a trove of pill bottles.

The labels were puzzling. Chemical formulas that he couldn't interpret instead of names identified the contents. Trying to recall the shape or color of his bottle proved futile, and in the dark, they all looked the same.

Grabbing one random, he ripped off the lid, then dry swallowed a few pills. Repeating the process, Liam worked through a dozen different meds before the torturous agony finally subsided.

"Thank fuck." He breathed, fumbling about for the sink and almost tripping over a trolly holding a television and VCR. "What the..."

It was the same AV setup Miss Lily had wheeled in as an introduction to the ranch. The videotapes teetered, ready to clatter noisily to the floor, but he steadied the stacks. Pondering his discovery, Liam glanced about furtively, powered on both devices and hit the play button.

"Hello, and thank you again for your continued interest in our groundbreaking venture." A vaguely recognizable older woman with feathered blonde hair and an astonishing bustline bubbling out of her white lab coat smiled from the screen. "As always, I am Doctor Abigail Miller, lead researcher and CEO of the Cottonwood Stud Ranch. At this time, you have invested substantially into our operation, for which we are grateful..."

Liam settled onto the examination table, a lazy lethargy leadening his limbs. Her gentle, hypnotic cadence soothed him like warm tropical breezes. Heat suffused his belly as the medicinal cocktail he'd ingested slowly seeped into his bloodstream.

She was a beautiful woman and the family resemblance to Miss Lily was unmistakable. Both caramel-haired belles held a sexy MILF appeal. A maturely attractive in an old-fashioned way. They were proper, refined country ladies with an impish gleam in their gray eyes.

"Your support is valued. We appreciate your contribution." The pretty doctor traced fingers across the slopes of her prodigious breasts, unhitching buttons as she purred. "This project has the potential to revolutionize eugenics on an industrial scale. Supplanting the shortfalls of evolution with carefully orchestrated genetic modeling and forecasting, buttressed by modern science and veterinary innervation."

The lab coat fell open to display a black satin bodice cinched tight by crisscrossing laces down the front. The cups were filled to overflowing with lush titflesh. She squeezed them together while maintaining smoky eye contact.

"As a benefactor, you will receive progress projections and regular reports. Samples of successful lab results also. Our highest priority is your complete, hmmm...

satisfaction.

We are working

long

and

hard,"

She licked her strawberry lips suggestively. "To achieve our

mutual

goal. Sharing our

passion

for a brighter future."

Liam's vision tunneled, zooming in on the sultry scientist. The television screen seemed to expand, gaining a lifelike definition, as though she could step out of the glass at any moment and...

"As a participant in our HB32 variant program, you can experience our success first-hand." She purred, fluttering long lashes and tossing her lustrous golden hair. "Early test subjects have shown

rising

levels of

performance

and production. Their rapid

growth

and increasingly

potent

output already exceeding initial expectations."

His dick felt like an iron bar as he stroked it, rigid and painful. Liam hadn't realized he was jerking off, but there was his fist, moving mechanically, rocking to and fro like a metronome.

A floorboard creaked, and suddenly Doctor Abigail was there. Her rich curves and blonde tresses materialized before him, snug in a silky scarlet nightgown that hugged her motherly figure.

"My, my. This is a surprise. Did somebody slip their leash?" She chided quietly, planting her juicy mommy booty on his knee. "No, don't stop watching. Pay close attention. Show me how far you've come."

Liam couldn't parse what was real anymore. One minute, the gorgeous Doctor was a recording; the next, she was perched atop his leg, adding her buttery-soft hands to his, gliding up and down his throbbing turgidity.

Her clothing shifted from clingy black satin to flowing red silk, depending on his focus, creating an element of cognitive dissonance. She was both present and abstract. His brain stuttered and glitched as though overloading.

"The changes your body is undergoing are all part of the treatment and no cause for concern. You may notice your muscles growing

bigger

and

stronger.

This is a natural reaction to the

special

formula our lab is producing." Abigail freed a heavy breast from the black bustier and pinched a rubbery nipple. "Mm-hmm... other effects include

heightened

sensitivity and

prolonged

periods of...

sexual arousal."

"Place your palms flat on the bed. Let me handle this big dick of yours." Her other whispered in his ear. "Don't think. Don't say anything. Just listen and obey. Let go. I'll take care of everything."

Liam did as commanded, dopey and docile, blearily grateful for the guidance. His thoughts drooped like candle wax under the flames of lust consuming him. Her strokes were leisurely--not quite fast enough to get him off--building the agonizing pressure in his balls to exquisite levels.

"You are encouraged to

stimulate

yourself during these periods. Your assigned research associate will be

thrilled

to assist you through the process. Heed her advice and pay close attention to her instructions. She'll attend to your

growing

needs to ensure

complete satisfaction."

The captivating Doctor's hands dipped out of the camera view, reappearing with a king-sized purple dildo, She gave it a long, sensual lick before slapping it against her exposed tit.

Liam groaned.

"Shhh... you're doing well. Good boy. Good boy." The Abigail in his lap leaned across him to reach into a medical cabinet, her creamy cleavage brushing his bulbous crown. Burbling precum darkened the scarlet silk. "You can't cum yet. Hold on a while longer. Momma will make you feel good. Just hold on until she says so. Be her good obedient boy."

"You are a

powerful, important

male. She will be thankful for the opportunity to

pleasure

and

service

a true stud like you. We all are." The sexy doctor pressed the latex appendage between her plump titties and gave it a sloppy kiss. "Women belong on their knees

worshipping

that

huge, masculine

member. May I see it, sir? Please, whip it out and--"

Something cool and smooth slid over Liam's stubborn length. He nearly jumped in shock. Abigail was wrestling a blue gel sleeve--longer than her forearm--down to his girthy base. Diodes and wires banded the bizarre contraption, topped by a large glass receptacle.

It clung to his engorged manmeat, quickly heating to blood temperatures, shaped and lubricated like a grotesque facsimile of warm, wet pussy. Once sealed around his root, she manipulated a hidden control and the device sprang to life.

"--keep pumping that

big bull cock

for me. I want you to feel good. Let the sensations sweep you away.

Surrender

to the pleasure." The MILF doctor on the floating screen crooned, eagerly slurping her sex toy. "This is your reward."

"This is your reward." Abigail echoed huskily as the strange sheath milked and massaged Liam's resolute rod with erotic efficacy. "Surrender. Give in to your baser instincts. Let go of the stress and worries. Allow your mind to drift into calmer waters. Nothing else matters. Good boy. Listen to Momma."

It was tempting to do as asked... easy, too.

The sweet lilt of their praise in that smooth Midwestern accent held a mesmeric quality. The Abigail on his knee had her mouth next to his ear, brushing lips against the shell with each breathy word. The other was giving him bedroom eyes, wanton and adoring, as she fucked the dildo between her MILF funbags.

Why was he fighting this? The gel sleeve buzzed and hummed, pulsing around his robust rigidity, and the glass receptacle began filling with his precum. It felt good, for all the weirdness. Hot, moist and tight. Sucking and contracting. Just what he needed to ease the awful pressure.