Cow Daze
Chapter VII: Relieving Pressure

Kat’s whole body felt slow. How long had it been since they dumped her in the office and shut the door? How long had it been since she’d had a thick dick in her? She could still smell Luke on her skin. The faint tinges of his scent only worsened the ache in her body. She needed to be milked. The thought hit her as foreign and unseemly, but she saw no sense in denying it. She’d never seen a nursing woman’s boobs, but doubted they looked much like hers at the moment. Perhaps some lesser version, but not these massive stripper sized jugs literally stretching from the milk build up. Her nipples never popped much before, either. Now they remained painfully erect and a little leaky. Fat, brown buds sticking off her tits — they reminded her of the air nozzles on a tube inflatable, but that might have been simply another way of envisioning someone’s lips on them.

It wasn’t only her tits that had progress, of course. Unknowingly, she’d changed much like her neighbor in the makeshift quarantine. Her lower lips had thickened and remained mostly wet no matter how hard she tried to divert her attention. Her clit was barely hidden by the upper folds, and merely walking was enough to give her small, electric jolts of pleasure. Her ass, too, had grown to remain proportional with her hips. From what she could tell, the cleft of her cheeks was over a foot and a half from top to taint, each cheek a wobbling hemisphere of gratuitous flesh. And at the top of that crack was a sensitive nub of bone or cartilage, which she dreaded to see progress further.

Again, like Joy, she’d spent much of her time in the locked office masturbating. It helped quell the maddening urge, but it didn’t stop it. Sheer willpower, and her general malaise of aches was the only thing keeping her from kicking the door off its hinges and finding a cock to stuff in her. It came with immense disappointment when the door finally opened and instead of a man walking through, Becca entered the room.

The older woman wore a blue surgical mask, a pair of latex gloves, and carried what appeared to be a trashcan skewered with a coat hanger in one hand and a roll of blankets under her arm. Becca remained fully clothed, but Kat could sense something a different about her. She seemed a little less tired, less drunk certainly. Some of the lines in her face had smoothed, perhaps. Becca put down the things and rested her hands on her hips. “How’re you feeling?”

“Tired,” Kat answered. She tried to fold her arms to hide the aggressiveness of her leaky tits, but it did little good. “And really horny,” she confessed.

Becca nodded as she cleared off the desk. “We’re making a pretty big mess of things for the owners of this place. Not sure they’ll mind in the end, but I hate to do it.” She moved a computer with little care, dragging cables and a keyboard over to a corner of the room. With the desk clear, she laid out the blankets.

“What’s happening now?” Kat asked.

“Well, Kat, you and I don’t know each other very well. I’m a lab manager for a hospital, so not a nurse or a doctor or even a lab specialist, but you pick stuff up. More importantly, you get kept in the loop on things. A friend of mine included me on an email chain between some virologists and other specialists.”

“Have they found a way of stopping this? Reversing it?”

“Not yet. They’re working on that, but not yet. They have figured out a few things though. The bad news is that this can get worse. Good news is that we can slow it down. There was an initial case they’ve been studying for a while. Poor girl is…well, worse off than you.”

“Worse how?”

“Let’s cross that bridge when it comes.”

“Please, just tell me. Not knowing is worse.”

Becca patted the table. “Come, sit.”

Kat shuffled slowly over to the desk and hopped on it. The strange growth at the base of her spine made sitting feel strange. “I’m growing a tail,” she said, giving life to her fear.

Becca looked around at Kat’s backside. “Yes, that’s part of it. Easiest way of thinking of it is that cow DNA got all mixed up with human DNA thanks to a virus. Normally, that’d take a millennia with a fraction of a percent chance of it ever happening at all. Factory farms, rapid cellular iteration, biopha— ah, you don’t care. Point is, parts of your body are firing up massive cell growth with the wrong blueprint. The viral load makes it worse, and, as luck would have it, there’s tons of the virus in every little drop of your milk.”

“So, I did get Joy sick.” Kat laid down on her side at Becca’s direction, looking like a nymph in repose by an idyllic stream. If the nymph was halfway to turning into a cow. Kat looked at her hands. “Am I going to get hooves?”

Becca shook her head. “The first cases haven’t. Men get muscle growth and changes to their genitals. Only one of them has developed a tail, but several have horns. No horns for us ladies.” She put her gloved hand on Kat’s lower abdomen. “Anything feel strange here?” Becca moved her two fingers to a spot of slightly discolored skin. “Here?”

Kat winced back. “God, that’s…sensitive. Not good.”

Becca frowned. “Two of the earliest patients to show symptoms developed what the reports termed extraordinary dermal mammary development coupled with unique fatty tissue.”

“I’m growing even more boobs?!”

“Maybe. And due to its placement, might be better to call it an udder.” Becca tried to manage a smile, but it faltered on her lips. “Lie on your stomach if you can, otherwise on your hands and knees. I need your front part over the bucket here. Sorry it’s not nicer, but it’s clean.”

“Why? What are you gonna do?”

“I’m going to milk you, Kat,” she said. Becca attempted to quash her embarrassment and the inappropriate giggle that accompanied it. “So far the best treatment they’ve come up with is limiting exposure to new viral sources, and removing viral contaminants from the body. Your body is making milk, the virus is reproducing in that milk, and if it stays in you, the virus re-enters the blood stream and infects new cells which then affect new changes. It’s why your transformation has sped up so significantly. Took you days to get to slightly bigger boobs and some questionable urges. Took hours to go from prancing around naked to this.”

The idea of being milked caused a fresh rush of wetness to congeal between Kat’s plump thighs. She tried to hide her eagerness at the idea. “Isn’t that dangerous? For you? Won’t you get sick?”

“I’m already infected. All of us are. You said you got Joy sick, but I doubt that’s the case. I imagine you both got exposed a week ago. The thing is though, part of why the virus works is due to hormone levels in the body. So, it affects the younger much more intensely and quickly than the older. I’ve been able to keep hold of myself so far. Hopefully, Miles and Penny have done the same. We’re going to have a lot of work cut out for us taking care of you and the other girls.”

“And the guys?” Kat asked. She instantly felt ashamed as she saw the slight change in Becca’s expression behind the surgical mask.

“I don’t know yet. Their…um, fluids — god, don’t know why I’m bothering trying to be proper when I have you like this — their cum, saliva, and maybe even sweat are mediums of transmission. One rather untested mention in the communications said that one normal ejaculation, a little under one ounce, would have the equivalent viral load of a pint of your milk. And, the infected men are producing substantially more than one ounce at a time.”

Kat imagined a thick, gooey splash of Luke’s cum hitting her tongue and shivered. “God, I need to be fucked,” she said with a low whine.

Becca nodded. “That’s another problem, but let’s solve this one first. I’ll need to do Joy, too, before I go find Miles and Penny and tell them what I’ve learned. Chest here. You can lie down if you need to.”

Kat guided herself to the edge of the desk. It was too awkward to lie on her stomach and let her breasts hang over the side. Instead, she rested on her hands and knees. Both women felt as though they’d fallen into some surreal dream as Becca positioned herself at Kat’s front, avoiding eye contact. The rubbery hands gently gripped the swollen breasts and applied pressure. Drips of milk thunked into the bucket before the first whisssh of milk splattering into the bottom of the container. Kat sighed with mild relief as it happened again and again.

Her world faded into a warm buzz of pleasure. She kept her eyes shut, imagining the hands belonged to Luke or Anthony or Miles. After a minute or two, she noticed Becca’s hands lingering on her nipples, pulling them and pressing around them, presumably to encourage more milk to come. Yet, Kat couldn’t shake the feeling Becca was getting a little something from her self out of the bargain.

As her milk drained, her other problem grew considerably worse by comparison. She ached to have something inside of her. With no other option, she shifted her weight to one arm and pushed her hand down to her pussy. Kat opened her eyes long enough to see the look of bewilderment on Becca’s face. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t help it.”

“It’s ok. Not my first rodeo,” Becca said, a titter in her voice. “Well, can’t say I’ve milked a woman before, but I had my wild years. Is this…is this nice?”

Kat’s response was a deep moan as her fingers slid inside herself. The palm of her hand gingerly rubbed against the swollen bud of nerve endings, threatening to cause an ice pick of sensitivity to shoot through her body if she pressed too hard too quickly. Becca found a rhythm that kept the milk flowing. Kat matched it with her fingers first, curling them inside herself and wishing they were some guy’s cock. After a minute or two, she opted instead to grind her hips down on her hand, allowing a little more contact with her clit as Becca kept at it.

Embarrassment lingered inside of her head, but it was dwarfed to insignificance by the feelings of lust and need driving Kat’s actions. The aching tightness in her tits was finally subsiding as the whishhh of milk kept going. Her hips shook like mountains of jelly, quivering as she humped her hand in front of someone who was essentially a stranger. A stranger who was getting very good at milking.

Becca’s ministrations slowed. She stopped, causing Kat’s desperate whimper to return. Kat kept her eyes tightly closed focusing on the fleeting pleasure. She heard the snap of latex, and then warm, soft fingers pressed into her boobs. “Alright, time to finish up,” Becca said in a low coo. “I have another client waiting.” Becca’s naked fingers rolled over Kat’s protruding nipples. With one sharp pinch, Kat went over the edge.

Milk gushed into Becca’s palms as Kat felt her walls contract around her fingers. She pushed her hips down, grinding her clit against the base of her palm as the world became little more than explosions of light. Groaning and twitching, she let out heavy sobs mixed with a moan, a near unearthly sound of pleasure she’d certainly never made before. “Thank you,” she breathed.

Becca gathered up her things, a gallon of milk sloshing in the refurbished waste basket. “Don’t mention it. You may have to return the favor before this is over.”

Luke, or rather the walking time bomb of hormones and cock that Luke had become, followed a scent in the air. He didn’t recognize it, nor did he understand exactly why it was alluring. His mind interpreted the smell to be somehow linked to the repeating mantra of guttural words echoing in his head. Fuck, pussy, cunt, lick, cream, milk, ass, tits. Even the words had blurred into little more than vague hints of images. Curves of soft flesh, wet lips, a dick sliding into a waiting pussy.

The part of Luke that could manage any other thought or plan mostly focused on finding Kat or Joy. He’d leapt out of a window to get to them, but now he had no idea where to go. So, he headed toward the last place he’d seen Kat which also happened to be the direction from which the scent on the air grew stronger. Seeing the main cabin gave him hope. He remembered Kat on the bed with her legs spread and his dick wrapped in her warmth.

As he stepped in through the patio door, the scent became such an intoxicating haze that he didn’t recognize the woman standing inside the room. What he did see was the nakedness of her. Large, round breast, nothing to match Joy or Kat, but nice for a regular woman. A sensual ass if not perfectly plumped. While the room was thick with her scent, it dulled somewhat around her actual body. Her hair was wet and small footprints of water led back to the bathroom.

“Oh my god,” Penny breathed. “Luke? Is that you?”

His mother’s voice cut through the haze of lust somewhat. An animal like grunt echoed out of Luke’s chest as he took a few steps closer to her. His brain didn’t see his mother. It only saw a woman, glistening and naked. His cock grew from its half erect state and throbbed as he realized her scent had only been diminished by her shower. A pungent aroma arousal exuded from Penny as she looked at her son.

For her part, Penny was lost in a myriad of emotions. First, the man standing across the room looked little like her son. Luke’s last time with Kat had caused a tremendous change in his physique. Muscle bulged all over his body. His quads looked more akin to a bull’s than a human’s. Luke had kept fit, but nothing like this. It barely even seemed human. The muscles had more presence to them somehow, whereas body builders went for lean definition.

Second, and much more problematic, was the thing hanging between her sons legs. His skin had darkened near his groin and seemed to be thicker — more hide than skin. This strange texture continued around the shaft of his cock and covered his testicles. They bulged in the overstuffed scrotum while still moving in a mesmerizing seesaw. Penny had seen Miles’s do that many times while lying in bed. Instantly came the unwanted comparison of father to son, but this could barely qualify as her son. The dick on him looked to be almost nine inches. Despite the mortified state of her mind, her mouth watered at the sight.

“Luke, you’re sick. You need to lie down.” Her words did stop his approach. Whenever she spoke, she thought she saw a glimmer of change ripple through his face, when she could manage to look at it instead of the cock. He gripped himself, stroking up and down the massive shaft mechanically. Thick drops of gooey, clear fluid oozed from the tip, but brought Luke no relief.

“It…hurts,” he said. His balls ached. They felt tight and uncomfortable and overfull. Touching himself barely registered on him. His cooked brain kept returning to its mantra, and so he believed it to be one of the solutions. “Need to…fuck.”

A shock of embarrassed heat flooded Penny’s chest. She hadn’t thought of her own nakedness until then. In vain, she tried to cover her breasts. A note of concern still rang in her head though, “It hurts?” Miles had told her something, hadn’t he? When they first learned about this virus, he’d said that it wasn’t deadly, but it could cause damage without release. Had he said that? Or did I imagine it? Penny didn’t know if she could trust her own thoughts, but it seemed to make sense. How much more could her son’s balls swell before they simply popped?

“Ok, come here,” she said. “I’ll help you. We need to…relieve the pressure.” A dopey grin spread over Luke’s face. He shuffled forward, massive dick bobbing obscenely before him. Penny sat down in one of the room’s chairs as her son’s cock came to push toward her cheek. “Ah! Ah-ah, no, no. Not like that. God, can you even understand me.” She pushed him back feeling the muscle in his thighs and catching the scent of his cock. Not thirty minutes before, she’d been quivering on her husband’s dick, and now she was sullying the chair with her pussy juices for her son’s cock.

“This is because you need to relieve it,” she said. “Understand? You’re sick. We’re doing this because if we don’t you could…well, I don’t know, but something bad. Understand.”

“Yes, mom,” he said. “You’re going to jerk me off.”

Penny’s stomach flipped, but at the same time the warmth in her nethers spread. “I could…get one of the girls.”

“No,” Luke insisted. “I need it now. From you.” A wild look settled in his eyes. He was focused down on his mother’s tits, envisioning them ballooned up with milk like Kat’s.

With no shortage of hesitation, Penny gripped her son’s dick. Luke groaned as her warm hand circled his shaft. Unable to resist, and silently believing it might speed things along, Penny’s other hand came up to massage his balls. As she did, the realization shot through Luke’s brain. His mother was massaging his sack while jerking him off. Like a switch had flipped, he came.

A torrent of cum gushed out of his cock, catching Penny entirely unprepared. The first blast splattered directly in her face. The second hit her neck and rolled down over her breasts. Realizing what has happening, she angled the massive dick down as her son emptied his balls onto her boobs. Horror clenched her as thick ropes of cum dripped from her nose, rolled over her lips, and fell from her chin. Instinctively, she licked, slurping the hot cum into her mouth. It tasted amazing. “Ungh, sorry, mom. I don’t know why that happened so fast.”

His orgasm subsided and a wave of clarity hit Luke. Penny was licking her face clean of her son’s cum while holding his slightly less hard dick close to her body. A thick coat of white, pearly fluid coated her breasts, and Luke thought she looked gorgeous. Something inside his head cracked, and he knew one orgasm wasn’t going to be enough. He also knew her hand wouldn’t do the job. “Stand up and turn around,” he said.

Penny’s first impulse was to tell him off. That he couldn’t speak to her that way, let alone under these circumstances. But those ideas fell away as the taste of him swirled around in her head. In their place came other rationalizations. He did need it. It’s a medical emergency. It wasn’t wrong if it had to happen. And I want that fat fucking dick inside me. She did as he said, turning around and presenting her ass and pussy to her son.

Luke grabbed her hips, giving her flank a slap to line her up more to his liking. The engorged head of his cock pressed against her inner thigh, drifting up as he positioned himself. He pulled his mother’s ass to the side, giving himself a clear view of her dripping sex. Beneath the depravity of his lust, some small part of him tried to rebel. He didn’t know how they would come back from this, nor did he understand how it had come to this, but it was a reality he was forced to occupy. So he might as well relish in it. The little resistance faded away, he gripped the base of his bull-like dick, and pushed it against her pussy lips.

“Wait! We can’t —” Penny’s final protest against coupling with her son died on her lips, transforming into an ethereal groan of ecstasy. Her walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he slid deeper and deeper inside of her. After agonizingly pleasurable seconds, her ass rested against his torso. She could feel the throb of his dick inside of her, even the possibly imagined sensation of his precum oozing out into her canal.

“God, you’re so tight and wet,” he groaned. “Thanks mom. It feels better. I still need to fuck you, though. Are you ready?”

“Mmm, yes, Luke, do it. Fuck your mother’s pussy.” The words felt foreign as they came from her mouth, but didn’t lack conviction.

Her son’s fingers dug into her ass. He pulled back and shoved hard forward. The heavy pouch of his balls slapped her pussy as they both grunted. The reality slipped away as Luke concentrated on the only thing that mattered. His dick was sheathed to the hilt inside a hot cunt. It soothed the thoughts in his head and gave him peace as he began to fuck without care.

Penny was not so fortunate to be spared her shame in the pool of her pleasure. Each time Luke pulled back, the walls of her pussy gripped him, not wanting to lose her prize. It wasn’t only the lust, though, or at least not its only manifestation. She loved the feeling of his hands on her ass. She loved the idea of him seeing her, prostrate and wanton for his cock. New thoughts pushed into her mind. This is how it should be. I should be my son’s cum dumpster. And if Miles gets the virus, I can be his too. They can fuck me at the same time, father and son, filling me up with their thick cream until —

“Oh fuck, Luke! Don’t cum in me.”

“Unnghhn…I can’t not do it now…it’s too good.” As he grunted out the words, he kept his rhythm.

Penny knew the effect of telling Miles not to cum, and she doubted Luke would be too different. Working up all her willpower, she prepared herself to pull away. At the last moment, she felt Luke’s massive dick twitch inside of her. She abandoned all reason, shoved her ass back hard against him burying his cock to the root, and said in a half slurred voice barely her own, “Breed your mother’s dripping pussy.”

Luke erupted, and Penny came instantly, her shame culminating with orgasm. The walls of her pussy quivered along the jerking dick inside it as thick globs of her son’s cum filled her up. She collapsed forward onto her elbows, body convulsing with pleasure and still feeling Luke inside of her. The cum poured out of him and could no longer fit in her sodden sex, running out down her thighs as she bucked and whined. As Luke pulled out, huge glops of it followed, splattering on the floor beneath them.

Her son’s strong hand slapped her ass, breaking the orgasm’s spastic hold on her body. He backed away as though looking at a horror scene, “Oh my fucking god. What have we done?” He tripped and almost fell through a coffee table, but instead landed on a couch. Everything came back to him in a rush — the pacing in the cabin, jumping out the window, walking across the grounds naked, and then every bit of his mother offered up to him. He thought he should be repulsed or sick, but instead he could only look at the cum soaked mess across the room and feel the slight twinge return to his dick. “Dad’s going to literally kill me.”