The Cottonwood Stud Ranch Pt 04

The Cottonwood Stud Ranch

Part Four

Liam sat on the examination table in the Big House infirmary,

déjà vu

niggling at him.

Had he been here again since that first day on the ranch?

The white walls, sheets, and privacy curtains gave the small clinic an almost glaringly bright, sterile quality that contrasted with the rustic country aesthetic throughout the sprawling manor home. The decades-old, though well-maintained, furnishings and fittings were memorable enough.

Only a square of new paint on a wall indicated recent renovations, probably where a mirror or mounted cabinet had been removed.

So why did his brain itch when he focused on that spot?

Liam turned away to avoid the troubling feeling and stared glumly at his poor feet. Stripped down to a pair of wool knit long johns, he felt exposed, but when Gabby had caught him limping out of the men's dormitory earlier, she'd insisted on an immediate medical check-up.

"I need to take care of you, Daddy." She cooed in that breathy girlish tone, her wildflower perfume and loving arms enveloping him. "I'm your precious baby girl, right? It's my job to keep you in tip-top shape."

There'd been no arguing with his little ray of sunshine, and--considering the gnarled, discolored condition of his toes--Liam was thankful for her concern.

All ten toenails had grown into a twisted, brown nightmare. Fusing like close-packed brambles. His cuticles receded to the first knuckle. The skin around them was dark and badly calloused.

It didn't hurt exactly, but made walking in cowboy boots an uncomfortable experience.

Gazing down the length of himself, Liam was struck by a sudden bout of dysmorphia. This brawny, strapping frame wasn't his. He didn't have rock-hard pecs and washboard abs. Whose broad shoulders, hips and quads were flexing at his slightest movement?

That enormous bulge down in his undies couldn't really be him...

"Ready for your examination, Daddy? The doctor is here to fix everything." Purred a sweet voice. "Why don't you tell me where it hurts so I can kiss it better."

Gabby lounged in the doorway wearing a white lab coat over a wispy gingham dress that barely brushed her thick upper thighs, propped up by beige pumps. A stethoscope hung from her neck to complete the sexy doctor get-up.

Liam stifled a groan at the sight. "Not now, baby. Please. This is serious."

"I

am

being serious, Daddy. I'm a certified medico." She swayed forward with a frown of mock severity, gesturing at his feet. "Other than the obvious, what Dr Gabby can help you with today?"

He watched as the mischievous blonde picked up a clipboard before trundling a short stool over to sit a handbreadth away from his knees. A low-cut neckline afforded Liam a splendid view of her mountainous cleavage when she leaned in to prod his disfigured toes with a pen.

"I-I don't know. Um, wait. I'm actually worried...

"Is there any pain when I apply pressure here?" Gabby asked, poking the ball of his foot. "Any numbness or loss of sensation?"

"Uh, no. That feels fine. Listen, I'm trying to tell you..."

"How about here." She swept her long golden locks aside to tap the joint of Liam's big toe where the flesh appeared blistered. "Not even a tickle?"

"Can't feel anything there." He said unhappily. "But that's not the only..."

"Roll your ankle for me, please." She rested a hand on his shin, her touch gentle. "Demonstrate the full range of movement if you can."

"Dammit, Gabby! You're not hearing me!" Liam barked in frustration, regretting his harsh tone when she flinched away. "I'm sorry, Baby, but I don't like being ignored when speaking. Especially with you."

Guilt slammed his gut like a runaway ten-wheeler, followed by dread.

Would she flee from the screaming brute? Weeping and flinging condemnations at him? Liam braced himself for that and more. Knowing he'd likely earned it. She'd been trying to help...

"No, I'm the one who is sorry, Daddy. You're right." Gabby sounded subdued, then faced him with a goofy grin. Her dazzling cerulean eyes twinkled. "Silly me got caught up in analytical mode. Forgot rule number one; always listen to your patient."

She hopped onto the examination table, snuggling close and resting her head against his bicep. Their legs brushed together as her warmth and softness soaked into his side.

"I'm all ears now, Daddy. Tell your baby girl what ails you."

Liam felt tongue-tied by the sudden reversal. Gabby's fragile fingers laced between his, her floral scent triggering a Pavlovian response that jump-started his libido.

"It's hard--I mean, difficult to explain." She giggled at his Freudian slip. That sounded nice. "I can't shake this strange feeling, Baby. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, it takes me a second to realize it's me staring back. Like, who is that guy? Or when I'm jerking off, I'll glance down and wonder where this enormous cock came from--"

"You're still masturbating, truly? After spending days with me and the slut twins?"

"Oi, don't interrupt."

"Apologies, Daddy. Please continue." Gabby was positively giddy. "Don't hold back. Tell me everything."

Her dainty hand alighted on his crotch, stroking and caressing the stiffness she inevitably discovered through the fabric.

"It's as if I don't know who I am anymore." Liam groaned at the contact, "I don't always recognize myself, and...

Nnngh!

Baby, I love you but it's really hard to focus when you're--"

"You said 'hard' again, Daddy." She snickered, batting her luxurious lashes. "And I agree. You're having a very, very

hard

time dealing with so many changes lately. That's why I'm here. To help you get through the rough patches and be the best Daddy you can be. Because I love you too. More than anything."

Her hands played like magic along his stiffening pole, hitting Liam's sensitive spots with the precision of a master musician and bringing him to throbbing attention in record time.

"Baby, the check-up..." He managed to gasp, lifting his hips so she could remove the troublesome undergarment. "My feet..."

"...have a bad case of Onychogryphosis, also called rams horns nails. See it all the time." Gabby waved away his concern, even as she tugged the long johns down over the suspect appendages. "I'll get you a footpowder. That and a fresh pair of boots will soon put you to rights. I promised to look after you, Daddy. Now, about that other thing you mentioned..."

Other thing?

Liam's mind reeled while his bull cock levered skywards like a barn raising.

"There was something else." He gritted out, warring against the escalating arousal. "Lumps on sides of skull. Not going away. Can't see them in mirror."

He scratched his head, making a scruff of hair stand on end.

Liam found it odd how his vocabulary became truncated in moments of passion, often reduced to short, monosyllabic phrases during the most deviant acts as though his brain was overheating from too much sex.

"Cutaneous growths. Your diet contains lots of eggs and root veges, Daddy." Gabby eyed his swinging dick, licking her chops hungrily. "Keratin-rich foods can lead to deposits building under sun-damaged skin. We'll get you a new hat, too. A bigger hat. And sunscreen. No, I meant the

other

other thing."

Logic and rational thought threw in the towel when she reached out and ghosted a delicate finger up his rigid underside. That single, deliberate stroke delivered pure pleasure to every strand of Liam's nervous system.

Tense muscles slackening, he slumped back on the examination table, head thudding loudly off the wall.

"You've been holding out on me, Daddy." Gabriella pouted prettily. "Choking the chicken. Wasting your valuable semen. How could you?"

"Yoo-hoo! We're here, Handsome. Your favorite fucktoys..." Sang an excited voice before abruptly stopping. "Dammit, lil' sis started without us... again."

Trixie and Dixie crowded the infirmary doorway in the tiniest, skimpiest nurse outfits imaginable.

Their ultra-voluptuous figures were swathed in shiny white PVC microdresses that did nothing to contain the twins' outrageous curves. Huge globular tits and bubble butts spilled out of the plunging neckline and scanty hems, only a few loose stitches from bursting. Small nurse's caps were pinned in their cascading chestnut tresses. Tan stockings and glass stripper heels accentuated shapely legs begging to be spread.

They resembled a couple of naughty college coeds out to score a rough fucking on Halloween. Liam would eagerly oblige.

"Oh look, Daddy, the cum-guzzling sluts have finally arrived." Gabby grabbed his hardness to shake at them in place of the world's biggest, most disapproving finger. "Late as usual. They were supposed to be here assisting us ten minutes ago. I'll never understand how you can tolerate their bad behavior."

"Aw, come on, Gabs." Dixie objected, gesturing at her twin. "You told us to dress up and looking this hot takes time. We're not used to making the extra effort. Most guys are more than happy with our usual duds."

"Honestly, it was a lot of work," Trixie mumbled, plucking at the teensy dress, millimeters away from a nipple slip. "Can we move past this already, please? My tummy is rumbling for a shot from that cannon you're holding."

The lascivious brunette licked her full lips, eye-fucking Liam intently.

"Hmm, I'm not sure we can." Gabriella's haughtiness knew no bounds. Shamelessly milking the moment for all it was worth. "What say you, Daddy? Should we punish these worthless whores?"

Her fingers slid like the softest silk along his rigidity, delivering a double dose of brain-fogging ecstasy.

"Let 'em suck." He grunted--the command brief and blunt as a cudgel. "Dumb heifers. Show 'em who their bull is."

"You're absolutely right, Daddy!" His baby girl clapped enthusiastically, bouncing in place. "They should be taught obedience. Serving on their knees until they cannot imagine worshipping another."

"I'm kinda there already," Dixie confessed, staring fixedly at the floor. "Was jonesing earlier and blew Edwardo for a quick fix. Did nothing to calm the craving."

"Samesies, not that I'm complaining. This girl loves a morning facial." Trixie bustled over, glancing curiously at Liam's deformed tootsies when she dropped to her knees. "But seriously, what are you--"

Smack!

The ditzy brunette rocked sideways when Gabby dick-slapped her face. She wobbled then straightened with a quiet whimper, a red mark blooming on her cheek.

"No talking shop. Daddy gave you an instruction." Gabby waved his steely immensity in a warning. "Put that dirty mouth to use rather than idle prattle."

"Yes, sis...

Mmmmwah~!"

Without hesitation or reservation, Trixie vacuumed Liam's engorged tip between moist lips that stretched wide to accommodate his sheer girth. Her tongue swirled and lapped, making him groan as the tension drained away.

"Whatever you're planning is sorta fucked up, Gabs." Dixie commented wryly, shuffling in beside her cock-gobbling twin. "He'll be a champion producer, sure. But a buck that's still this assertive? It's... unwise."

"Spoken like a poor loser. Best get sucking, sis. Pleasing Daddy's bull dick is a two-woman job nowadays."

Liam watched his vivacious blonde shove her older sibling's face into his crotch through half-lidded eyes. Protests finished, the top-heavy brunette began licking the veiny shaft that dwarfed her face, which was soon marred by an expression of bestial hunger.

She started slow, reluctant to concede, but quickly gathered momentum. Tilting her head to smear her cock-sucking lips and tongue back and forth along his length with rising fervor.

There was certainly a lot of him. Liam loomed over his small herd in every way. The two young cow-sluts between his legs struggled to wangle his A-grade meat while his prize heifer crooned and traced fingertips across his bulging muscles.

She smelled like a flowering meadow on a fine spring day.

"How does that feel, Daddy? Owning these basic bitches with your big, manly cock?" Gabby whispered huskily. "If they're not good enough, simply say, and I'll replace them. We can find other willing cumdumpsters to fuck and breed. I have so many cousins with empty wombs desperate to be filled.

"You've seen them around. Flouncing about in their little summer dresses and teensy daisy dukes. Imagine grabbing anyone you wished and bending them over." She nibbled his ear, pressing her lush boobage into his side. God, Liam loved her. "Picture them wailing in ecstasy while you bloat their bellies with your virulent seed. An entire ranch of fertile farm girls for you to knock up."

"Rude." Trixie spat through cum-glossed lips, only to squawk when Dixie stole his cockhead with a wet slurp. "Hey, no fair!"

Her twin gave her a 'that's what you get" look before closing her eyes to suck in earnest.

Completely unaware of the sibling rivalry, Liam lost himself in Gabby's melodic voice. Her floral perfume, the comforting feel of her soft body, and how she caressed and doted on him were a siren song--lulling him into a lustful haze where his pleasure and her words blended in blissful harmony.

"They won't resist, Daddy. How could they? You're the perfect stud. The biggest, strongest, most potent bull they'll ever meet." She purred, trailing smooches down his neck. Dixie gagged on an unexpected blast of precum. "You're more than you were before. So much more. Don't worry about the changes, Daddy. By the time we're done, you'll be extraordinary."

Then they were necking like hormonal teenagers at a school dance. Gabby's arms drifted over Liam's broad shoulders and her pillowy chest smooshed against his as their tongues wrestled. She tasted incredible, cherry lip balm and berries. Everything about the effervescent blonde was heady and intoxicating.

They kissed while below, her sister's slobbered and choked on his titanic tool. Dixie reeled after a particularly voluminous release plugged her throat. A drooping string still connected her mouth to his crown when Trixie swooped in for her share.

"H-holy fuck," Dixie coughed, face slack and eyes glazed. "Th-that's the good shit..."

"Mm-hmmm~!"

The other twin hummed in agreement, instantly taking him deep.

Liam didn't hear them. He shredded Gabby's flimsy dress as though it were tissue paper, gaining access to the barely legal goodness within. Her magnificent udders sprang free. Full, firm orbs that filled his catcher-sized mitts.

She gasped into their kiss, pressing harder against him. Broadcasting wanton signals for more with her awe-inspiring nympho body. Fingers threaded through Liam's hair, tickling his scalp as he groped her pale flesh. Peaked nipples raked his palms, setting fire to his blood while bucking--almost involuntarily--into Trixie's beautiful face.

"Oh, Daddy! You make me so wet it doesn't feel real." Gabby moaned, arching in delight. Glancing at her sisters, she broke into a fit of giggles. "God, look at them! Those woozy sluts are drunk as fiddlers. A couple of cum-addled whores hooked on your scrummy Daddy dick."

Huh?

Blinking owlishly, Liam tilted his head to view the two heifers.

Dixie lay draped over her kneeling twin, who gurgled incoherently around his beefy width. Insensate, her weight pushed Trixie down until the cock-hungry brunette's neck bulged obscenely in the shape of him. A foamy film frothed from the seal of her lips, running along his shaft to splash on the linoleum floor, creating a vast puddle of mixed fluids soaking their knees and stockings.

But it was their expressions that fascinated Liam.

Drained of the usual cunning and guile the more they drained his turbulent balls. Drooling and vapid, the twins shared the appearance of stoners getting high. Blitzed out of their brains on the most primo kush. Quivering and fingering themselves mindlessly.

He didn't know how to process that.

"You're doing it, Daddy. You're

fixing

them. Fuck these disobedient brats into horny dumb cows who can't live without you." Gabby babbled gleefully. "They wanted to tame you. Thought they could make you docile like the rest of the livestock. But you're far superior to those animals, aren't you?"

He was. Liam was increasingly sure of that.

Every word she said rang with truth. Any fool could see it.

He was gigantic in build and endowment, easily outmuscling the largest strongman competitors and dwarfing male porn stars in phallic proportions. Why, Liam even had three blue-ribbon beauties fawning over him, ready--no,

pleading

for him to baste their sinful bodies with his studly seed.

"Yeah," He chuffed. The evidence was irrefutable. It was gagging on his bull dick. "What you said, Baby."

Gabby vibrated like a struck tuning fork at his approval. Or maybe from the thick digit he slid into her ruined dress to dredge her pantyless pussy. She was drenched and dripping. The spicy odor of her arousal fanned his flaring bestial instincts.

"Exactly! You're so smart, Daddy. I knew you'd understand." She chirped, melting like butter in his paws. "Now show them why my Daddy is the best. Mark them... please.

Haaa~!

Claim my stubborn sisters and make them yours."

His.

His cock-sucking cow-sluts.

Willing wombs for Liam to inseminate. Fat udders to fill with milk. The beginnings of a herd for him to protect and procreate. Unfamiliar emotions surged. Jealousy and possessiveness. The primal imperative to trample those who challenged his might under hoof and bellow his dominance to the heavens.

"Mmmwuuurgh~!!"

Liam's cry wasn't wholly human when he erupted. A gruff basso roar shook the infirmary, and Trixie's face rocketed off his geysering shaft in a fountain of creamy cum.

She and Dixie fell backward, cuddling together while spouting seed rained down on them. It splattered against their gratuitous curves, speckling their bronzed skin and plastic uniforms until the twins were thoroughly doused in an obscene white lather.

There was too much... Liam's curdled thoughts tried to parse the absurd scene.

"Incredible." Gabby breathed, then squealed joyfully. Throwing her arms around him again. "Great job, Daddy! You're doing so well. Soon, everyone will learn there's a new top dog in town. We're gonna knock their socks off!"

She showered Liam in kisses and praise, but he remained transfixed by the sight of the twin naughty nurses rolling in his sticky spend. Moaning rapturously and scooping gloopy handfuls onto their waiting tongues.

None of this seemed normal...

"Ah, before I forget." His blonde cutie produced a pill bottle out of nowhere, shaking a dozen brown capsules into her palm. "These should help with the symptoms you're experiencing."

Liam stared blankly at the bottle. It appeared old, possibly from the last century--blown glass with a peeling, faded paper label and a cork stopper.

"Wha-what is that?"

"Medicine, silly. Don't you trust me?" Gabby lifted the pills like an offering, making sad puppy-dog eyes. "I'm here to take care of you, Daddy and love you more than anything. Please take them... for me?"

Her sorrowful plea dissolved Liam's defenses under a tidal wave of guilt. The capsules tasted musty as he chewed and swallowed with a grimace. Then, sagging back onto the exam table, a blessed nothingness swept him away to the welcoming realms of slumber.

________________

"...if you must stage these tawdry scenes, kindly do so outside the family home." A stern, maternal voice stirred Liam from his drowsy state. "I've allowed your unorthodox methods, given the promising results. However, do not mistake my leniency for a free pass to disregard our code of conduct, daughter."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It was necessary, I assure you. He's reached a critical juncture and requires careful handling to lead him down the correct path. The physical enhancements are difficult to obfuscate--"