Cow Daze
Chapter VI: Bend

The water seemed to sizzle on Penny’s skin as she ran soapy fingers over herself. That was a mistake, she thought. How could it have seemed the right thing to do at the time, and now so blatantly stupid? It’s like I’m drunk and sober at the same time. The dissonance in her own motivations frightened her, but the fear slipped away with each passing second. The harder she tried to hold on to the conflicting thoughts, the faster they dissipated, the void filling with images of Miles’s half erect cock drooping forward onto his shorts as she walked away from him. An hour before, she’d watched over her sister’s shoulder as videos of men and women fucking like animals played on the screen. She could remember feeling panicked and trapped by the implications, but now it seemed a sterile and disconnected emotion, foreign among her own desires to be one of the people in those videos.

Penny twisted the knob to full cold and a shock ran through her as near freezing water hit her skin. This is expected, she reminded herself. Early symptoms are stronger. Like feeling tipsy early in the night. Before you get drunk, you realize you’re getting drunk. Now I’m not horny, but I know I’m getting horny. That is something I can control, at least. “I can work with this.” She planted her palms on the front of the shower and lowered her head underneath the stream of water. Numb and shaking, she turned off the water, listening to the drain gurgle as she composed herself. We need a way off the mountain. No matter how much trouble it is, we’re better off near civilization than not. If doctors come up with something to stall the symptoms, we should be near enough to get it. And otherwise…at least in town we’d have other partners.

The thought flashed into her head before she could stop it. She’d seen Luke being dragged across the grounds. The sight should have turned her stomach, but even then the virus had begun its work. She’d not seen her son, but a man nearly feral with sexual fervor. His body had changed. It looked sculpted from stone, yet seething with life and virility. She’d seen the fat dick and swollen balls between her son’s legs, he simply thrashed around too much for Miles to preserve the younger man’s dignity. Penny expected to feel horror or disgust, but instead it stirred something primal and unrelenting within her. Something strong enough to shove an image of her son towering over her, that magnificent cock bobbing over her face as she prostrated herself mouth agape and tongue lolled out.

Her legs shook as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. We may be too late. If I’m this far, how are those kids still sane. And Miles… The silence in the rest of the cabin drew her attention. Penny yanked open the bathroom door and walked into the room where she’d left her husband. It didn’t surprise her to find it empty, but the feeling that hit her first wasn’t worry over where he’d gone and what he’d gone to do, but a feeling of loss that she’d have to search out her next fuck. At least, she knew where to go find one.

Joy’s fingers did little to relieve the ache in her pussy. She’d spent the ride down to the admin cabin in a foul mood for a variety of reasons, first of which being that she’d apparently been damned to become a fat boobed slut by her friend. She held onto the anger as long as she could because she knew the alternative was even more unpleasant. They dressed her in some loose clothes for the ride, but it felt like wearing a suit of sandpaper. As soon as Miles finished reversing the office door’s knob to lock her in, she stripped down to nothing, going as far as putting the clothes in the garbage can.

The admin cabin had a similar layout to the guest cabins, but instead of bedrooms it was a general office environment. Though clean and empty for the summer break, her current prison still had piles of papers and file folders sitting around. Joy tried reading through some of them as a way of distracting herself, but it was almost painful to concentrate on something so mundane. Her tits ached, and her pussy kept getting wet at random, stealing her attention until she appeased it in some fashion. She tried some of the markers, but they were too slender. A stapler seemed like a good possibility, but she didn’t want to hurt herself in some freaky way, so she settled for her fingers. Legs propped up on the desk and leaning back in the cheap office chair, she played with herself until her tits leaked while she came.

Joy tasted her own milk, even though the older women warned her against it. They seemed to think that consuming more of the milk would make her condition worse. How can this get any worse? I’m locked up in quarantine with the insatiable need to get myself off every ten minutes or I start to go crazy. She didn’t consider how her body had changed as something that could get worse. Her breasts hadn’t grown much, but they were already fat in the first place. Her ass filled out a little, but nothing that troubled her. The only thing that really bothered her at all was the discomfort in her lower back. She attributed it to the sudden weight change, or the bizarre run she went on that morning.

Her ears perked up. She’d heard the noise again, a quiet shuffling outside of her door. Her wardens, peeking in through the cracks to watch her deal with her frustrations. She had no problem giving them a show. Leaning back a little further, her fingers spread her pussy lips, showing off the bright pink underneath as her free hand squeezed her full breast. Hang on…something feels weird. She tried to look down at herself, but her tits kept getting in the way. Remembering something, she yanked open a nearby drawer, rummaged around, and pulled out a small mirror. It was some promotional gift, branded with an HVAC repair slogan, but it did the job. Angled correctly, she got a full view of her pussy.

The initial response, as expected, was pleased arousal. She thought it looked quite sexy from that angle. A swell of confidence followed as she believed no man would be able to resist the sight of her dark skinned peach brimming with juices. As she looked closer, she saw what she’d felt. Joy considered herself a well endowed girl, so to speak, with thick, full lips. Not one of those thin, innie slits like she saw on the internet from time to time. Anthony never complained, and Joy liked the look of herself. She considered it highly feminine, but things had certainly changed. The mound of her pussy had swollen up, stretching her lips a little further. The new, plump tissue make for a good cushion, particularly for a fat dick to press against. At the same time, the skin was thicker and smoother, yet running her finger over the area excited her more in a few seconds than twenty minutes of playing with herself would have a week earlier. Finally, she moved her fingers to the top of her labia. She didn’t dare touch the small nub directly, opting instead to press the nearby area into her clit. Sparkles of pleasure radiated out from the bundle of nerves as it nudged its way out of her folds, looking angry and almost…erect? Does my fucking clit have a hard-on?

As her finger grazed over the engorged clit, Joy let out an involuntary grunt. Her body quaked from head to toe as her feet slid off the desk and her knees pressed together. Forced forward, her breasts swung out and dripped their infectious milk onto the floor beneath her. She moaned and shoved half her hand into her pussy, feeling the muscles clamp down on the invading appendage. She swore in between moans, wishing it was a fat cock inside of her. She wondered if she could get to Anthony. She wouldn’t bother speaking. The second she saw him, she would bend over and give him the new, improved pussy that would light up his brain with desire. He wouldn’t be able to resist fucking her, even if they chained him to the wall. Those new biceps of his would swell as he tore free to pounce on her.

The waves of pleasure subsided, and she enjoyed the few minutes of composure before the urges rose up again. We’re so fucking screwed.

Luke kicked the door as hard as he could. Wherever they cut corners on the construction of the cabin, it wasn’t in the doors. A few cracks appeared near the handle, but he realized he would break his foot or shoulder before he could knock it down. He’d tried calling for Anthony, but his friend either couldn’t hear him, didn’t care, or had been locked up himself. They didn’t understand. Luke needed to fuck. He needed it the same way an alcoholic need the next drink. It was beyond craving or desire, and it threatened to drive him insane.

His oversized dick throbbed in near pain. He’d only paused his escape attempts to dump another load of cum into the sink. Never in his life had he minded masturbating, but touching his own dick felt like fucking a hole in the desert. He needed something soft, wet, and hot. Mouth, pussy, ass. The refrain echoed in his head over and over. Arguing with himself, he pushed down the primal drive long enough to consider his position with a higher level of thought. He was on the second floor, but they hadn’t locked the window or tried to block it in any way. Their cabin stood out from the nearby trees by thirty feet, and it was at least a ten foot drop, even if he hung his full body length from the window sill. At least his survival instinct still trumped his other motivations. But not by much.

The beds in the room were singles, and an idea birthed from looking at them. Moving over to the window, he pressed around the edges to test. He raised the window and knocked out the screen, watching it fall and land on the grass below. Luke took hold of the window with both hands and pushed. Cracking sounds filled the air as the sealant broke and metal warped, but it moved. He gathered his strength and took a deep breath before pushing again. It gave with a loud snap. The full window popped out and Luke lurched forward. The window fell, but he caught himself on the edge of the empty frame.

Taking only a second to grin at his success, he went to the closest bed and hauled the mattress off. He had to bend it slightly to get it through the empty hole in the wall, but it worked. After a few unsuccessful shoves, the first mattress fell, landing on top of the fallen window with a thud. Luke leaned out of the hole, looking around the sunny grounds to see if his dad was rushing to stop him, but all was quiet. A strange notion of jealous filled him. Dad locked me up so he could have them to himself. Kat’s probably gargling my dad’s balls while he fucks Joy. Renewed with determination, Luke went about throwing out the second mattress. It landed on the first, but at a less than desired angle.

For the first time in hours, Luke considered putting on some pants. The window had broken out clean, but the exterior of the hole was still ragged wood. Not something he wanted to drag his balls across as he scrambled out. He found a pair of gym shorts and slipped them on, surprised to feel his dick shoved down the pant leg rather than nestled behind the seam. He scurried out the hole without incident and perched on the edge, turning around until he could lower himself down the side of the building. His hands found good grip on the edge, and his whole body strained as he gently lowered his body using only his arms. Vanity filled him as he considered the women seeing all his muscles exposed and strained as he performed a feat of strength that he would have never considered possible, let alone easy.

Hanging on to the edge, he peered down at his cushion, and doubted very much that it was remotely safe. I’ll be fine. Whatever is making me fucking strong will heal me up or something. This did not assure him, but the refrain returned to aide him. Ass, pussy, mouth, tits, milk. Luke shut his eyes and pushed back with his palms as he let go.

Purity and Alicia both expected the knock, but neither of them knew who they wanted to be on the other side of it. Alicia brimmed with curiosity. She wanted to understand what was going on. She wanted to talk to her parents and know what was going on with Luke. Above all, she hated being relegated to the sideline or treated like she was in need of protection. She could help, she thought, if only someone would let her.

Purity, on the other hand, knew what waited on the other side of the door. She didn’t know exactly how or why, but the dull thud and the strange scent on the air, a scent that excited her, made her certain that a man had come to call. She stood up from the couch, her body alive with kinetic energy. Looking at her cousin, she said, “Decorum tells me that I should act shy or squeamish about what’s about to happen. I’m not.” Seeing the furrowed brow and worried eyes on her cousin, Purity paused. “You’re not ready, though. It’s like in the movies, when one character stays behind to save the others. I’ll stay behind, you make a run for it.”

“Make a run for it? Purity what the hell are you talking about? I’m not going to run.”

“Then you’re going to watch me fuck whoever is behind that door.”

“Purity, it could be my dad or Luke,” Alicia said with a dismissive laugh. She met Purity’s resolute gaze as the thud hit the door again. “Purity, that’s —”

“I know, but it doesn’t matter,” she emphasized her point by pulling off her shirt, revealing the small breasts nestled in a sports bra. “You’ll understand if it gets you.”

Alicia got up as Purity walked toward the door. “No, stop talking nonsense. The door is locked. We’re fine if someone outside is sick. We can stay in here. Or you can come with me. We can go out the back and get to one of the other cabins. Purity!”

Another thud. The smell was stronger near the door. Purity felt as though she stood on the edge of a pool teetering forward as her balance shifted. “I literally can’t, Alicia. I can’t leave. I don’t want to. I want this.” Purity turned the lock and flung open the door. Both women gasped.

Waiting on the other side of the door was Anthony. His body filled the entire doorway, blocking out most of the light while giving him an eerie silhouette. His face was slack, and his eyes out of focus. Beads of sweat sat on his brow while a few others rolled down his cheek and neck. Purity wasn’t shocked by the changes to Anthony’s body. She took them in stride as she did with most things. Alicia, however, let out an alarmed squeak and scuttled out of the room, dropping behind the bar in the kitchen. Despite her embarrassment, she peered over the countertop to watch.

Anthony shuffled forward, the interior lights putting his body into relief. He was naked. A short pelt of thick curls adorned his chest down to his naval where it thinned over protruding abs. His breath moved his stomach in a slow, lethargic rhythm as his eyes drifted around the room before settling on Purity. For her part, she didn’t waste time looking at the heaving muscle or powerful thighs. She focused directly on the thick rod jutting forward from between Anthony’s legs. Purity had never seen an uncircumcised dick before. Half erect, the hood of Anthony’s cock had not fully pulled back. As he took in Purity’s small body, his breath quickened and the head of his dick flared forward, an ooze of precum preceding it. “Joy?” he mumbled.

“Joy’s not here,” Purity said. “You have a massive dick.” She took his hand and drew him over to the couch. He shuffled behind her, dick bobbing awkwardly out in front of him. Gently, Purity guided him to the couch. “I’m here though.”

“Purity?” Anthony said. “I’ve…been good. Haven’t cum. Don’t want them to lock me up like Luke.”

Purity looked over to the kitchen, catching a glimpse of the top of Alicia’s head as she ducked down. Purity moved in front of Anthony and knelt down, pushing his knees apart. His dick responded, standing up to its full length, a steady trickle of his throbbing arousal running out over the glans. “I’m not sure that was the best thing for you to do. Poor guy. You’re normally so smart, and now you’re just a lughead. Maybe not enough blood is getting to your brain.” Purity moved her head closer to the massive dick, looking up and down it in the same way she might look for a crack in her windshield. “I think I’m going to jerk you off. It’s scary big, otherwise I’d want you to put it in me. I mean, I do want you to put it in me, but it may tear me in half. So we’ll start slow. If your dick gets bigger, makes sense that my parts would get bigger, too.”

With concerted and commendable effort, Anthony looked down at the girl between his legs, mere inches from his engorged cock, and shook his head. “You shouldn’t. You’ll get infected.”

Purity gripped his cock at the root, smiling as it throbbed in her hand. Taking a firm grip, she moved her hand up his shaft and smiled as a thick glob of clear fluid seeped out of his tip. Anthony groaned, his legs tensing as he tried to keep control of himself. Purity wondered how far she could push him before he simply took what he needed. “Don’t worry, Anthony,” she said, leaning back from him. “I’m going to take care of you. Then, when I get it really bad, you can help take care of me.” She pulled off her sports bra, letting her small tits pop into view. Anthony roused enough to lean forward and rough his fingers over her skin, causing her to shiver. “Don’t worry, they won’t be this size for long, I think.”

Alicia rose up a little higher. She couldn’t see as well now that Purity dropped behind the couch. She could see the back of Anthony’s head and the tip of his cock jutting up from where Purity crouched. Is she really going to do this? She knows I’m watching. But she did tell me to leave… She heard Anthony sigh and risked standing up a little further. From the new height, she could see what Purity was doing. Alicia watched her cousin stick out her tongue and lick from the base of Anthony’s monster dick all the way up to the tip, cleaning off the precum as she did. As she finished one lick, Purity shook and smiled, effusing pleasure. As it passed, she dropped back down to the taut pouch of Anthony’s balls, slathering them with her tongue as she took long, deep breaths.

A tingling began to creep across Alicia’s body. She wanted her nipples touched, and her panties stuck to her when she tried to move. I’m watching my cousin blow my brother’s roommate and getting turned on by it. What the hell is wrong with us?

Anthony remained unaware of the other woman watching. He could focus on nothing but the tongue sliding up his dick. It help appease the burning need in his mind, but it fell well short of quenching it. He wanted to grab Purity’s head and shove her mouth down over his cock, but he resisted, trying to find enjoyment in the torment of teasing. He could tell it was bringing her pleasure, and some deep part of his mind knew that would be to his advantage in the long run. Given enough time, she would become like Joy, eager to present her dripping pussy for him to fuck. In the meantime, he focused on the pleasurable sensations.

Purity stretched her jaw. “I’m going to suck your dick now, Anthony. I think I can get most of the head in my mouth. I’ve never sucked a dick before. I do want to taste your cum.” She spoke as though reading a technical manual. In any other environment, it would have killed the erection of any man. Luckily, Anthony was lost in a sea of hormones. He nodded and stroked her cheek, nudging her toward the tip of his dick. Purity opened her eyes as wide as she could as she closed her lips around the head of his dick. The tip of her tongue swirled around the glans, and Anthony lost control.

His orgasm had been edging for hours. Several times before he left the cabin with Luke, he’d jerked himself to near completion only to forcibly stop himself out of the belief that orgasm would doom him to Luke’s fate. Instead, his balls swelled with cum, and the viral load in his body grew exponentially, driving production of his cum and development of his sexual features at a dangerous rate. The warm wetness of Purity’s mouth put him on the precipice. The feeling of her tongue swirling around his dick sent him over the edge. Cum surged up the length of his cock. His brain drenched in pleasure hormones as the first gush flooded into Purity’s mouth. Anthony groaned, and his head lolled back, not unconscious, but entirely nonfunctional as his brain fried under the sheer pleasure of orgasm.

Alicia jerked her hand away from the hem of her shorts where it had been creeping toward her slick slit. She clamped it over her mouth as she watched Anthony’s cock jerk out of Purity’s mouth. Globs of white cum slid out of Purity’s lips as she struggled to swallow the first gush. Purity held his cock in place as the second spurt came rushing up its length. It shot out, splashing across Purity’s face as she gurgled and laughed with excitement. Alicia didn’t understand why, but her mouth watered as she watched her cousin baste herself with Anthony’s cum. Purity realized her job and started jerking her hand up Anthony’s length as the third gout shot on her small tits. It didn’t stop. More cum squirted out, thwacking against Purity’s neck and shoulder. Huge globs of it ran down her body, dripping over nipples and rolling down her stomach. With her senses still overwhelmed, a new need took control. Purity opened her mouth and slurped Anthony’s cock between her lips, catching the last few jerks of cum directly in her mouth and swallowing them down with satisfied moans.

Purity’s body shook with delight. In those moments as she felt warm cum moving down her throat, she realized she’d never felt pure, uninterrupted joy before. It didn’t come from the depravity or sensuality of the moment, but the simplicity of it. No impinging thoughts clouded her head. No voice demanded explanation or reason. No nagging doubts chided her for being proper. The world was one of pleasure, driven by touch and feeling that actually made sense in her mind. Her fingers came up to her cheek, scooping up the cum from her skin, and bringing it to her mouth. She opened her eyes to see Alicia standing on the far side of the bar, mouth slightly open in confusion. Purity leaned back, showing off the strands of cum glistening on her small tits. “Come here and lick me clean, cousin.”