Cow Daze
Chapter III: It’s Real

Anthony thought he died. He distinctly remembered dying at some point around dawn when his face was pressed against the cool rim of a, thankfully, clean toilet bowl. Sure, his dead body eventually got up, washed his face, and went back to bed, but that didn’t change the fact that he definitely died. Now, his disembodied soul laid in the bed waiting to be taken off to some other plane of existence. His head swirled with the slow lurch of recalibration as his liver returned his body to some level of functionality. The sounds of Luke moving around in the other bedroom gave Anthony the idea that he might still be alive. To keep that trend going, he decided he needed water.

Staggering out to the small kitchen in the cabin took more willpower and concentration than expected. He successfully filled a glass from the tap and drank it all down in one long gulp. It tasted slightly metallic and not the least bit refreshing. The water sloshed in his stomach as he meandered back to his room. Whatever plans they’d made for the day would need to be scrapped, he thought. Pulling the heavy drapes over the window pushed the room into complete darkness. Before collapsing, he turned the air conditioning to its lowest setting. Icy air gushed out of the vents as he flopped into the bed, hoping sleep would take him back. As that didn’t seem instantly forthcoming, he picked up his phone from the bedside table. A notification for a voice mail caught his attention.

The call came from his friend Marcus. Though garbled and static filled, most of the message recorded correctly. “Anthony, pick up man, shit. These videos are fucking crazy. They’re turning us into freaks! Keep trying to message people the videos, but messaging won’t work. You can find them though if you search for 8batch. You and Joy need to get somewhere safe, ‘specially with her. I mean, shit, you know. Oh, fuck. I just remembered where you are. You’re up on that damn mountain with Luke and his family. Oh…nah, man that’s…look, you gotta tell them folks to make a plan. Separate out or something. Maybe none of you are infected yet, but if one of you…” The message ended.

Little of it processed through Anthony’s addled mind as another swirl of equilibrium passed over him. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to sleep. Instead, thoughts began racing through his head. As of late, drinking resulted in a lot more shame during his hangovers than the sort of euphoric humor he initially experienced when he started drinking. Anthony wondered if he said anything offensive to anyone during the hazy period between 11:00 and when he finally passed out. Mostly, he worried about something he might have said to Joy. He certainly had the thoughts while the alcohol ruled his mind. Thoughts like, “Lean over and tell her you want to cum in her ass” which seemed perfectly suitable to him at the time, but in the fitful sleep of a hangover seemed like a quick path to a slap in the face and the loss of the hottest girl he would ever get.

He dipped into sleep a few times as he rolled around in the cold dark. As his body reassembled itself into something resembling a functional human, Anthony realized that most of his ill feeling was from lack of sleep and the physical toll of being violently ill at four in the morning. By the time the door to his room opened, he felt much like himself if still tired and irritable. He expected to see Luke barging in, beer in hand, ready to force them back into the role of jovial vacationers. Anthony was even somewhat ready for that inevitability. The sun would feel good on his skin, and the last dregs of his hangover could be vanquished by a nice beer. Instead, soft, bare feet padded into the room followed by, “Babe?”

Anthony sat up so fast that he gave himself a dizzy spell. A burst of adrenaline made him consider the state of himself. He stank of booze and sweat, and hadn’t showered since early the previous morning. “Joy? Shit, you surprised me.”

“Sorry,” she said, sitting down on the foot of the bed. “I wanted to come talk to you.”

His heart pounded faster. God, I did say something stupid. She’s come to break up with me. I’m going to have to drive her down the mountain in the most awkward silence ever and try to figure out how to get her to take me back before — “Yeah? Uh, what about? I’m pretty hungover…” As his eyes adjusted to being open and upright, he saw she was wearing a tight shirt and running shorts. She clearly had been up and moving for a while, which put her at a significant advantage. And, though he wasn’t sure, she didn’t seem to be wearing a bra.

Joy fumbled her hands in her lap. “It’s…well, it’s a little hard to explain, really. I don’t even understand it. Kat and I went out running this morning, and…”

Sensing this might not be entirely about him, Anthony scooted up in the bed, propping himself on the headboard and pooling the sheets across his lap. “Something happen? Did you two get in an argument? You’ve been acting weird since we left.”

“No,” Joy said quickly. “It…look it sounds insane, but we made out and —” She stopped, some grander confession teetering on her lips before she dismissed it.

The concept of his overtly sexy girlfriend making out with Kat didn’t register in Anthony’s head. Instead, his mind became dulled into a blank slate. “Huh? You…huh?”

Words tumbled out of Joy’s mouth in a frantic dialogue, “There’s something wrong with Kat, and maybe me, too. I think just her though. She keeps saying its ‘one of those things’, like its normal to lactate during your period. She’s not on her period, though, believe me. Her body changed overnight. Her butt’s bigger. Her boobs are completely different. Even the way she holds her head is off or something. Like she’s a pod person one minute and then back to being Kat the next, trying to hide how freaked out she is by the stuff that’s happening to her. And then yesterday with the stunt she pulled with Luke in the woods not like thirty feet from where we were all hanging out. That definitely should have been a warning sign, but no, it’s just good fucking in the woods, right? No, that’s fucking crazy. I don’t even know Kat that well, but I know her well enough to say that pulling out Luke’s dick outdoors while his family is cooking out within earshot is way outside of what she would do under normal circumstances. She’s sick, not like morally, but physically, like with a virus or something. That’s gotta be it. Maybe like a pituitary thing cranking her body full of hormones or —”

“Joy!” Anthony cut her off, leaning forward to take her hand into his. “None of what you’re saying makes any fucking sense, but you’re freaking me out.”

She didn’t respond. Instead, her eyes locked on Anthony’s hand holding her wrist. She giggled. “I’m sorry. Really. It’s been a weird morning. Feels I’m playing Jenga and pulling out all the planks on the bottom rows one after the other. I’m scared and don’t know what to do because all the choices are bad. And then there’s this…other way of thinking pushing on my brain ever since…and that was only an hour ago.”

“Ever since what?” Anthony asked. Though his personal fear had subsided, he was as alarmed as he could be in his current state. Joy had never been anything other than smiles and laughter. Now he was finally witnessing the other side of the coin, he figured.

She bit her lip. “I told you,” she answered. “We made out. Two nights ago when we were hanging out. We did it as a joke, but you and Luke didn’t notice.”

“Oh? A joke? Joy you just said a bunch of wild shit and —”

“Anthony, it’s nothing. I was overreacting. I need to get my head straight that’s all. Maybe we could lie down for a little while. It’s nice and cool in here.” She didn’t wait for a response. Joy crawled up to the top of the bed and dropped down onto the pillow beside Anthony. After a few seconds she sat up, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and pulled it off. Anthony’s heart jumped to his throat. Joy took his hand and wrapped his arm around her waist as she laid back down. Anthony followed, enjoying the feeling of his chest pressing against her naked back. They’d had sex a few times, but not enough to be so casual about it.

Anthony tried to position himself to hide the growing erection between his legs. His body had a new, important goal in mind, and no longer felt the need to punish him for something so small as a night of drinking. His hand rested on her stomach feeling the rise and fall of her slightly elevated breathing. She scooted back against him insistently. He moved his head to rest near the back of her neck. For a moment, he thought they might actually be able to simply drift off into a comfortable sleep. So long as he didn’t focus on how close her breasts were to his hand or the warm feeling of her ass pressed back against him, he believed his erection would eventually subside. But, as he laid there with her cradled against him, he caught an unusual scent that intrigued him. He didn’t know what it was, perhaps some lotion or something on her skin, maybe even her sweat, but as it filled his nostrils his head cleared of the stuffiness of his hangover. In its place came a growing focus on her body, one that he knew he couldn’t dismiss.

As if reading his thoughts, Joy wriggled her butt against his crotch. “Seems like you have something in mind other than sleep,” she said. It wasn’t a tease, but a fairly emotionless comment that seemed drenched in doubt and inevitability. Neither of which Anthony noticed as he imagined the feeling of her pussy wrapped around his dick. “Kat says she can’t help it. Like it overrides her thoughts. I felt a little taste of that, too.” She grabbed Anthony’s hand again, moving it up to her breast. He took over as her hand slipped away, moving behind her and into Anthony’s shorts. He squeezed the underside of her tit as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Once you start thinking about fucking, it won’t go away until you do something about it.” She craned her head back to look at Anthony. “It’s like an infection, and I think I already had it before today.”

Anthony grunted, moving his fingers quickly over her breasts as his hips flexed involuntarily. Her hand gripped him exactly right, and her skin was definitely exuding the scent. Could it be possible she could simply smell so good? It’s not like a whiff of cookies or something. It’s a deep scent, something fucking animal. He inhaled deeply, the scent swirling around in his thoughts as she kept talking.

“We shouldn’t. Whatever is happening to Kat is probably spreading. At least to me. Maybe to Luke, and if we do something together, then definitely to you, Anthony. Are you listening? Do you know what I did this morning? Do you know what I came here to tell you? I came to confess that Kat and I fucked. I’ve never fucked a girl before, but I did my best with her. And it felt right. Having her nipple in my mouth…drinking her milk felt good. She made me cum.”

What did she just say? Her breast seemed to throb in his hand. He abandoned the tentative caresses. Anthony took full handfuls of Joy’s boob, squeezing and rubbing his palm across the nipple. With her hand gripping him tight, he certainly didn’t bother trying to hide his enthusiasm, pushing his hips forward to blunt the head of his dick against her ass. Anthony understood Joy was talking about something, but the smell of her kept clouding his head. He couldn’t keep things straight at all. One minute she seemed to be taunting him with sexual fantasy, the next she seemed genuinely worried about some kind of infection. Through it all, she kept a steady and firm grip on his dick, which made most of what she said evaporate entirely.

“Mmm, it feels so good when you squeeze my titties, baby,” she cooed. “Kat was telling the truth. It’s like all of me is on fire and the only thing to put it out is sex.” She rolled onto her back and threw the sheets off of them. Temporarily pushing away Anthony’s hands, she brought her own up to her breasts, jiggling them for him. “My boobs are already so big and squishy. How come you’ve never asked to fuck them? I bet you want to, don’t you? You want to slide that thick cock of yours between my tits until you cum all over them.”

“Yeah, I do,” Anthony grunted.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She grinned at him while pushing her tits together. The enormous mounds looked incredibly inviting in the low light.

Unsure of what exactly to do, Anthony’s lust driven brain thought the best first step would be to get out of his boxers. With some quick work, he shucked off the shorts, shuddering slightly as a cold, gooey stain of precum raked down his legs. In porn, most of the titfucking he’d seen occurred with the girl on her knees in front of the guy, but he’d seen a few where the guy straddled the girl. It was a massive leap from their few sessions of primarily missionary sex, but Joy seemed near drunk with desire. She continually rubbed her breasts together while working her legs back and forth to create some friction against her pussy. Cautiously, Anthony swung his leg over her small frame, hovering over her while stroking himself.

“You’re gonna have to get it a little wet first, big guy,” she said before lolling her tongue out of her mouth.

Taking the offer, Anthony braced one arm against he headboard and carefully inched his body forward until the head of his dick reached her lips. Joy opened her mouth wider, waggling her tongue at him before she raised her head up and wrapped her lips around his shaft. She moaned with satisfaction as wet warmth enveloped Anthony’s aching dick. The blood rushed out of his head and another wave of dizziness hit him. The few restraining thoughts weakened and a bizarre urge to violently shove his cock down her throat seized him. He held it at bay, barely.

Joy worked quickly, slathering his cock in her saliva until she pulled back with a wet smack. Putting her hands on his thighs, she guided him back down. She hefted her right breast up, letting her tongue flick over the engorged nipple as he stared down at her, wet cock rubbing against her stomach. “Come on then, cream my tits.”

Hot flesh pressed around his slicked cock as she pushed her breasts together again. Anthony hovered in place, paralyzed by pleasure and disbelief. He felt a little exposed, his heavy balls resting on her stomach as she shifted her tits back and forth, rubbing her supple flesh against the shaft of his dick. Looking down, he could see the engorged head of his cock sticking out of the top of her substantial cleavage. With nothing other than instinct to guide him, he gently moved his hips, sliding his dick through the tight canal she formed with her breasts. Joy looked up at him with rapturous adoration, biting her lip and moaning as she continued to massage herself.

The lubrication wouldn’t last long, but Anthony knew it wouldn’t matter. Physical sensations aside, he didn’t think he’d ever been more turned on by something a woman had done. Less than ten minutes had passed since she’d walked in his room, and now he was titfucking her as she squirmed underneath him. He shifted his weight for better leverage and built up some speed. His precum oozed out in copious amounts, coating the inside of her tits and allowing him to move even faster. Joy moaned encouragements up at him, “Anthony, your cock is so big and thick between my titties. Are they soft? Don’t you think they’re so big and fat? Don’t they make you want to cum all over them just from looking at them?” Anthony mumbled agreements to her talk, but couldn’t focus enough to form any actual replies.

His orgasm came suddenly. It forced him to push for more friction. Joy obliged, pushing her breasts even tighter around his shaft. He sighed as a few small globs of cum squirted out from the tip of his dick. As the burst of pleasure subsided, he felt an immediate wash of insecurity. That’s the best I could do? Hottest thing a girl has ever done for me and I barely cum a teaspoon?

Joy didn’t seem to mind or even notice. With her breasts pushed tightly together, she rubbed her nipples in a steady motion. Her eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Her whole body shook from head to toe as she smiled. Her fingers kneaded insistently around her nipples. Anthony watched, mostly fascinated, as his cum slid down toward her neck. His dick twitched, a little painfully, as it tried to return to a full erection. Joy shifted her tits again, rubbing them together, until she squeaked with pleasure. Anthony didn’t understand what was happening until thick streams of milk shot straight up from her swollen nipples. It splashed on his stomach before dripping back down onto her breasts, running down between them to coat his cock. Joy squealed with pleasure as a steady dribble of milk rolled down over her chocolate skin. “God, that feels so fucking amazing,” she said. “Wanna taste?”

By the time Miles returned to the cabin, Becca was three mimosas ahead of Penny’s one. As he came in the cabin, a few more intrusive thoughts barged into his head, mainly because the two women had been sunning on the patio in their bikinis. Becca lived a strange life, but she’d kept herself in good shape. Of the two, she’d gotten the boob genes which Penny missed out on in favor of the butt genes. Becca waved to him with a flute in one hand, breasts jiggling enough to make Miles wonder what it would feel like to have his face pressed between them. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought about his wife’s sister sexually. He figured it was a natural impulse, to a degree. It did strike him as odd that his dick actually stirred at the thought though.

A stir which threatened to become a full on erection as his wife entered the cabin. Married twenty-five years, the shake of Penny’s ass still easily inspired Miles’s thoughts to levels of depravity. “How’d it go? Get the internet fixed?” she asked, adjusting the small strap which kept her ass hidden from view.

“No, actually. Whole network is down. I emailed Ben, gonna go back down and see if he gets back to me this afternoon.”

“What about the voice mail?”

“Yeah, there’s some news stuff about it. CDC doctor says its a new flu variant or something, but not anything to worry about. Actually, I went down a bit of a weird rabbit hole on it. There’s all these conspiracy theorists, I guess, who think it’s some kind of bizarre sex virus. They baited me along enough so that I pulled up some porn video on a guy’s work computer. I’ll need to explain that to Ben in case it comes up.”

“Sex virus?” Penny asked, in a tone Miles rarely heard. She stared at her husband with deathly seriousness.

Miles grinned trying to keep the mood light. “Yeah, like I said it’s some silly nonsen—”

“What’d you see?” she demanded.

He walked into the small kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge. “It was a video of some guy, uh, you know, having sex with a girl. He’s talking about how its all because of a virus. Right when I stopped it, he seemed to be saying that the girl was his sister. Fucking her was the only way of keeping themselves sane or something. Typical porn taboo stuff.”

The color drained from Penny’s face. She grabbed Miles’s wrist and yanked him along behind her as she moved out to the patio. Becca looked up from her tipsy reverie with another vague wave at Miles. “Tell him what you told me earlier,” Penny insisted.

“Really?” she asked. “Look, Miles, I know its hard to believe, but select cell alopecia is a thing. I didn’t believe it until he showed me either. I mean you know how hairy Levi is. His arms look like two 80s rockstars in a wrestling fight. Naval down though, smooth as—”

“Not that, Becca. About the samples.”

“Oh,” she sipped her drink. “Penny let me listen to this voice mail she got, and I remembered right before I left work on Thursday, the hospital got a blind call for data selection. Not unusual at all. Virologists ask for them all the time as a way of keeping a baseline. Researchers use it for trends. Insurance companies, too, for what I can only assume are evil purposes. Since its macro data, we can give it out. This one was a little weird because they were surveying urine test numbers, looking for a specific hormone counts. Not the most common thing to ask about, and not really something we even track. Still, someone in the lab had flagged a couple, so I forwarded it on to the request. Seemed weird though, so I went down to visit Kelly — she’s the lab admin — and we got to chatting. She says they’ve been getting calls for a few days about this specific hormone set and says she can show me why.”

Another long sip as she casually lilted her hands along to signal for patience, “Anyway, she shows me these emails all about a new infectious disease triggering all these doomsday scenarios. Says that kind of stuff isn’t uncommon, either. Little anomalies spook some grad student all the time. This one though had a good many people speaking out, saying they were getting told to stay quiet by their bosses, and stuff. I asked her what this thing, virus or whatever, does, and Kelly says it makes you a deviant. Deviant, I ask, what’s that mean? She says, it causes morphological changes to adult bodies alongside hyper-sexuality and degradation of social norms due to neurological effects. I say, what the hell does that mean Kelly, I’m no doctor. She says it means you grow big tits and fuck anyone in range. Crazy, right?”

“It’s real?” Miles asked, feeling the knot of dread return.

“Huh?” Becca finally looked at him, pulling her glasses down. “Real? Course not. Guess you need some experience in the field to get it. These kinds of things always cook up some wild theories or symptoms or whatever. Granted, this is the wildest yet, but overwhelming sex drive isn’t exactly a new one. The salacious ones get passed around like a game of whispers with very little…uh…little…”

She trailed off staring at a point behind Miles and Penny. Across the property, walking without a care in the world, was Kat. At thirty yards, Miles immediately knew a few things. First, whatever the virus was, it was real. Second, Kat was naked from the waist up. Third, she had the biggest set of tits Miles had ever seen. Even at the distance, he could see their perfect shape wobbling. And fourth, though he refused to admit it to himself, the rock hard dick in his pants might mean something more than normal attraction to his son’s girlfriend. He verbalized these thoughts with a simple, “Oh, fuck.”