Hilltop Manor: The Chronicles of Lori & Holly

Chapter 1: Into the Unknown

“Lori, are you sure you really want to do this? I mean, really? It’s so dangerous!” Martin’s voice was full of worry. He was always worried, and he whined. She hated it when he whined.

“Yes, I do! This is the break I need! Think about it, if I’m going to get my investigative reporting career off the ground, I’m going to need a story, aren’t I?” Lori snapped at him as she brushed back her long, thick recently dyed hair into a tight ponytail. The brown looking a bit different than her normal golden locks.

“But what if you don’t come back, like those other women?!” Max just stood in the doorway, his big frame somehow managing to look helpless, and frankly a little pathetic.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t you think I’ve thought of that? Geez, Martin, what kind of idiot do you take me for? Besides, those disappearances are why I need to go, someone has to find out what is really going on!” She shouldered by him, grabbing the purse she’d prepared the night before. She checked it once last time. Fake identification documents, a pre-paid cellphone and a small charger, a notepad, a couple pencils, an envelope of assorted bills, plus a prepaid credit card with a thousand dollars on it. There was also a small make- up kit, and a tiny bottle of hair dye for touch ups.

“But how will you stay safe?” He continued to whine.

She gave him a dark look, starting to really wonder what she had ever seen in him. “Let me worry about that! I can take care of myself, you know. Besides, I have an escape plan set up. Mary’s in on it. She’ll pull me out if I need help.” Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, as she made sure she was presentable in the mirror once more.

“Lori, I love you, you don’t need to do this.” Martain shifted himself, moving his bulk in front of her.

She tried not to grind her teeth. “Out of my way, Martin.” She meant it both literally and metaphorically.

“No.” It was the first non-whiny thing he’d said.

“Move! In fact, if you can’t trust me to do this, you can just get out of my life!” She screamed at him.

Tears welled up in Martin’s eyes. “As you wish.”

She hated his ability to do crocodile tears at a moment’s notice. “Don’t play that passive aggressive shit with me, I mean it. My career is important to me, you know that, and I won’t let you stand in the way of it!” Lori threw a pillow at him. “Now get out of my way!”

“I just hope you don’t come to regret it.” Martin said.

Lori just took her purse and stormed out. Hoping that when she came back from this mess Martin would be gone. She’d had enough of his attempts to block her career.

Putting on her hat and sunglasses she headed for the unknown.

*** *** ***

The car sped along the old highway out of town. She watched out the window as the landscape shifted from urban, to suburban, and slowly to rural. It was kind of amazing how fast the change took place.

The driver didn’t say much, his demeanor was exactly what she’d hoped for. She didn’t want to be particularly memorable right now. She’d caught the bus downtown, heading for the central terminal before flagging down a ride share car that was just dropping off

someone. He didn’t have another fare scheduled and she offered cash. That was enough for him.

She hoped she’d thought of everything she needed to pull this off. Her mind drifted to other matters, mostly about her fight with her boyfriend, Martin. Well, she supposed ex-boyfriend now. Lori knew he wouldn’t leave, he was on the lease after all, and they’d been together for a while so he probably thought he could just ride this out. Still, she was furious at him. He never believed in her career, nobody seemed to. She’d show them! After this story, she’d have her break, and within the month she could stop being a puff piece bit of fluff on the ten o’clock news to a real investigative journalist.

The lead hadn’t been much when it’d come in. A couple of women had gone missing, none high profile enough to warrant more than a short little blurb in the evening news, but no massive manhunts. Over the months she’d started piecing the story together from the police reports. To her eye there was a pattern the police were missing. They were all the same, relatively young, mostly attractive, and all of them very isolated. They came from a variety of ethnic and racial groups, but each of them was in a tight jam financially.

The police tried to trace their whereabouts, but nothing made sense really. Or at least they didn’t dig very deeply, because all the superficial evidence suggested the women walked away from their lives quite willingly and just vanished. Looking to put the story to bed with no real leads, the police just suggested that the women had moved on and gone to try their luck elsewhere. With almost none having close kin around the area to push to find them, people just took this as the truth and the story seemed to die.

She hadn’t believed them. She’d started poking around the places they’d worked and lived. Weeks of exhausting work talking to people. But the slow steady trickle of information from the interviews paid off. There was a theme that the police hadn’t caught, but she had. Almost all of them had seemingly found a great new job just before they

disappeared completely. The last break came when one of the waitresses slipped her a card for a tiny dairy farm outside of town.

She’d surveilled the farm for weeks. Watching as numerous women moved about the place, but none ever leaving the confines of the farm. Most spent their time in huge barns. It was weird, and it had the feel of something very sinister. Perhaps a cult. She had to get in and find out what was really going on. That little card was going to be her ticket.

*** *** ***

The car stopped where she directed, not more than mile from the farm, but on a different road. She quickly counted out the cash she owed him, plus a generous if not excessive tip, and let him drive away.

She stood there a moment, purse in hand, as the car disappeared over a low hill. Her stomach was full of butterflies, but she shouldered the purse and started walking. The road was dusty and seldom used, curving away towards a crossroad. She was glad she’d gotten some decent tennis shoes for this, rather than her usual shoes.

It wasn’t far down the other road to the gate of the farm. It wasn’t much to look at, just an old swinging metal gate as you’d see on any old farm. There wasn’t even an automatic opener. Just an old chain holding it to a fence post.

She slid the chain off and entered the farm, making sure to pull the gate closed behind her. It closed with a bit of clang that made her wince. Beyond it the gravel road of the farm wound into the heart of the farm. Barely a quarter mile away.

She’d never been this close before, always hiding outside the farm with binoculars. Inside the buildings were much clearer. The main building as a low red building, not quite a house, but not really anything else either. A long porch ran around the front of the building,

and a dark screen door sat in the middle of it. Behind it the giant metal roofs of the giant barns peaked like small mountains.

She hesitated a moment, her stomach twisting in knots. Raising a delicate hand, she knocked lightly on the door. It shook a bit, clattering against the wood frame, but no one answered. A second knock, and still nothing.

Leaving the door, she stepped around to the side of the building, peaking at the large dusty lot that lay between her and those barns. There were several large trucks parked there, each pulled up to a loading dock. In the distance she could hear machinery, and the trucks shifted and groaned as heavy things were either loading, or perhaps, unloading from the trailers. Every so often there’d be a metallic clang as one of the loose doors would bang against the side of the building.

She wondered what they were hiding. Were these trucks to transport the missing women into sex trafficking? Or was there something more going on here. Her curiosity aroused she started to walk towards the barn, only to feel a giant, strong, hand grip her arm.

“Here now,” a deep voice boomed. “You’re not one of ours. What are you doing here, girl?”

Chapter 3: First Changes

She slumped there on the floor, trying to deal with the dizziness that overwhelmed her. Several vain attempts at struggling to stand ended with her sprawling across the floor, her vision swimming. Lori tried to rub her eyes, but the blurring only got worse leaving her to curl up, her arms wrapped around her knees in the corner of what could only be a cell. The oaken door might not have had bars, but there was no denying its effectiveness.

Other than the chair she’d found little else save a small, old, and very thin mattress covered in a ratty blanket that probably hadn’t seen a good wash in years. Given the damp chill she still wrapped it around her legs to keep warm. It was scratchy and unpleasant, and she hesitated to think how many rats it might have harbored. A tin bucket wasn’t far away, surrounded by a few wisps of dried, dirty hay.

It really didn’t matter now to her. The icy numbness in her face was giving way to a slow throbbing pain. She delicately reached up and prodded her lips, feeling the swelling. Her cheeks were just as swollen.

Her stomach lurched, her body convulsing. She quickly grabbed at the bucket, pulling the rusty thing up to her face as the limited contents of her stomach came pouring up her throat. Heaving into the bucket a few times she heard small sounds of something solid hitting the bottom. She tried to focus, her eyesight still blurry, but there was no denying the small white objects in the bottom appeared to be teeth, some of her teeth! She wanted to scream, but only managed to gurgle, as another wave of nausea and vomiting struck. Her ears echoed with the plink, plink, plink that continued to rain into the bucket. Horror and fear welled up inside her, unable to scream, and tears streaming from her face wave after wave struck her until at last, she was certain there were thirty-two pristine teeth at the bottom of the bucket.

She shook as she cradled herself, tears still rolling down onto her shirt. She could feel the pain continuing. Her sense of smell dulling. There was almost no way to describe the pressure that ran through her jaw, her lips, and her cheeks. It was as if a giant hand were squeezing them one moment, and then another wave of pain as parts felt pulled another direction.

She leaned back, slumping against the mattress, unable to do anything as the steady pulsing continued. Her voice lost to her, she could almost feel her tongue cleaving to the bottom of her mouth, itself stretching and pulling in contortions.

The pain continued to build, as it felt like parts of her face were being torn and broken. It was too much for her. A gurgling sob escaped her and she slipped into tormented unconsciousness, unaware of how extensive her changes would become.

*** *** ***

She awoke to the sound of the door opening. She blinked groggily, only just realizing that the pain was gone, only a dull throb now remained. She tried to say something, but nothing came out as rough hands grabbed her, lifting her head to stare into the cold hard face of the old farmer. He smiled, a twisted cruel smile. She shuddered.

“Awake again, are you?” He said, his deep voice almost a chuckle.

She tried to say something, but again nothing. Her mouth felt all wrong. All she managed was a bit of a gurgle.

This time he did chuckle. “I bet you’re wondering what happened, aren’t you? Well, there’s no need to keep you in suspense, here, let’s show you the masterpiece.”

He reached up and pulled something off the wall. It was a small square mirror that she’d not noticed in the dim light as it only reflected the

dark shadows of the corner. He held it out to her, letting her take it in her trembling fingers.

She almost couldn’t bring herself to look, fearful of what she would see. The memory of her teeth in that bucket haunted her. Slowly the she lifted the mirror towards her face and gazed into the image that stared back at her. She wanted to scream when she saw the folds that reflected out under her eyes. Gone were her pouting lips, replaced instead with the thick folds of a very generously endowed pair of pussy lips that folded neatly closed across the center of her face.

Lori could just make out the nub of a long clit that poked between them, almost aligned with her eyes, and she reached out to trace the wrinkled inner lips that dangled freely between the plump outer lips, almost down to her chin. The sudden touch sent shockwaves through her brain. Her mind reeling at the pleasure center so close to her brain. Her vision grew unclear for a moment as she started to process this, delicately probing the folds, pulling them back to reveal the delicate pink flesh that ran up her face. Inside, as she lifted the edges further, revealed the pulsing entrance to what must have once been her mouth. Its contours now more vertical, small pulses oozing out moisture that started to dribble out and down to her chin.

He took the mirror now, forcing her to look up at his cold hard face. “I bet you have lots of questions now. How? Why? Maybe even how on earth you’re breathing without a nose. All of that swirling around in that pretty, little head of yours.” He reached out and tapped his finger on her forehead.

He gave her another of his cruel smiles. “You shouldn’t have lied to me girl. That’s the why, but you didn’t need to hear that, did you? But the how? Ah that’s the delicious part of this. I don’t pretend to understand the chemicals that my supplier sends, but with them? Oh, I can mold you into whatever I desire. You’re going to become the most productive member of this farm, something special just for me to experiment on. You’re going to hate me, princess, but this? No,

you’re going to find that this is something that you love, you’ll crave it. Every minute, you’ll crave what I gave to you for the rest of your life.”

His fingers reached out, slipping deep between the outer folds of her face, spreading them wide. “Oh, I do love the beauty of this.” He traced his fingers up to the top of her new clit, her mind blasted by sensations that sent her spinning emotionally and physically. Pulling back her lips farther, he showed her in the mirror where two small holes sat next to her new clit. “This is genius, a marvel of design. You can still breath, and yet your face is now nothing but a giant drooling cunt begging for fulfillment. Absolutely stunning, but sadly useless unless I need you to suck off my workers.”

“Now,” he said as his finger began to rub around the clit, “it’s time to scramble that pretty, little head of yours.” His fingers continued to trace around the sensitive nub, and she could feel her reacting as he moved faster and faster. It was driving a wedge into her brain, a big horny wedge. The muscles in her face felt so familiar, even if they were out of place. Lori could feel the new tunnel spasming and squeezing, eager to be pleased, awaiting the thrust of something firm into it. Her new lips slowly becoming coated by the thick grool that oozed from it. The heat was spreading across her body, her other parts reacting as she felt her nipples hardening, and the space between her legs mirroring the feelings in her face.

The need was beginning to consume her. His fingers were all that she had available, and she felt herself opening to them. She didn’t even wait for him. She needed this. She forced her new cunt mouth down on his fingers, bobbing her head back and forth, desperate to feel something inside her. Her own fingers working her nipples through her shirt, and rubbing the cunt between her legs in tandem, sending yet more bursts of pleasure to her beleaguered mind.

The orgasms, when they came, blasted through her head. It was almost like a bomb had gone off in her cerebral cortex. She felt faint, foggy, and barely conscious.  Her face now drenched in her own

dripping cum as she released his fingers and fell back against the wall, more of her grool pouring down her face and on to her shirt. She tried to think but the effort failed several times as the after effects of the orgasms sent mini shockwaves through her.

*** *** ***

She didn’t realize what was coming until she saw the syringe. Barely processing the needle, she only registered his vicelike grip as he jabbed it home into the interior of her new lips, once on either side of her new love canal. Again, the cold sensation bore through her face and she wondered what it would do now.

Hands returned, lifting her to her feet, but her head was spinning badly still and she stumbled. The grip tightened as he half carried, half dragged her out of the dim cell and out of the barn. “Alright, time in the nasty room is over. It’s time to move you to someplace a bit more comfortable until you start production.”

Production? Her mind just couldn’t process anything. She only felt the bright sun on her face, blinding her. She tried to cover her face as well, the exposed genitalia making her self-conscious, but to little avail with the single free hand she had.

He escorted her to another building, a much smaller place than the others she’d seen on the far so far. It was a little guest house of sorts, barely more than a shack. Bars covered the windows, and the door had a heavy lock on it which he opened with a large brass key.

The door’s hinges creaked a bit it swung open revealing a small interior painted a soft off-white that seemed rather sterile. She stepped in behind the man, glancing around at the unfamiliar space.

There was a single large room, part kitchenette, part living room. It reminded her of the economy one-bedroom apartment she’d rented during college. The kitchenette sat in a bit of a nook, suggesting that

the lone door at the far end of the room was probably to a bedroom and bathroom combination. It didn’t take long for her to find out, as her captor forced her in ahead of himself.

What instantly drew her attention here was a man who was near the small couch, setting up what looked like an intravenous drip, complete with stand. Panic started to rise in her again, and she squirmed in the old farmer’s grip. Unable to get away she kicked at hit his massive upper arm, desperately trying to flee. He only three he back on the bed, where the new younger man promptly restrained her and yanked her shirt up over hear head, leaving only her bra.

“Hold still, or this will hurt and I’ll have to do it again.” The younger man snapped at her.

She froze, not that it mattered because the larger farmer had grabbed both her forearms and was squeezing them in against her body, forcing them into her sides. His knees were to either side of hers, holding her from getting up.

The young man took a bit longer now as he prepped her upper arm, inserting a line into her veins. “The line will let us give you some extra fluids and nutrients, so don’t mess with it. You’re going to need them more than you know.” He admonished her as he finished up by inserting the line into the waiting bag.

Finishing the line, the younger man packed up the small bag which he had brought with him and left, leaving her once more with the old farmer. Her mind, already worn out, swam and she knew it’d been too long since she’d had a meal. She only wanted to lie back on the bed and rest now. To hell with the mess of her face and whatever else they were planning with her.

The old farmer seemed busy anyway checking things around the space, she wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t as if he cared about her well- being. If he had, would he have done this to her? She prodded the

sensitive folds of her face gently, feeling them tingle. Worse, she felt the cooling tingle returning in her new lips where he’d stabbed her with the latest injection.

Tears began to well in her eyes, tracing new paths down her face as she turned herself into the pillow and cried herself to sleep as the pain in her face began to suggest her next changes were imminent.

She did not hear his heavy tread leaving the building, nor the lock clicking as the building became her new cage.

Chapter 5: A Cage is still a Cage

She awoke disoriented and thirsty. Only the early morning rays of the sun suggesting the time to her, but what day it was she couldn’t tell. Struggling to sit up she felt the angry red welts that graced her torso, and the still tingling pain in her nipples that reminded her that more changes were coming. The iciness of the chemical had faded though, leaving just a general ache through her body. She reached up and felt one of her breasts, but winced at the sensitivity.

Sitting up again she looked down at herself. She lay covered in more of that sticky mess from her twin cunts. The one in her face perhaps more copious than the one between her legs, but it didn’t matter. She needed a shower. If she still had a sense of smell, and a nose to go with it, she’d have wrinkled it in disgust. As it was the thought made the clit in her face twitch slightly.

Levering herself out of bed she began to explore the small place. As she’d seen it was just three rooms really. The bedroom had nothing but the bed, a small table, and the single chair that sat pushed back into a corner.

Beyond it lay the bathroom, surprisingly large, with an oversized shower and tub, sink, plus the necessary toilet. There was a full-sized mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She stopped to look at herself a few moments here. She was still mostly herself, she supposed, if you ignored the feminine gash that dominated her face. If she was ever to get out of here, she’d need to wear a mask or high- necked sweaters for the rest of her life. Her shaven muff, a job more closely done than she had ever tried, looked a bit raw. In this she also realized how alike the one on her face was to the one between her legs, now that it was shaven, though her facial one was larger. Slowly she extended her spinnerets. They felt bigger in her cunt mouth than they really were. Seeing them extended they look rather small and rounded, not at all what she’d really expected, and they tucked right

into the folds at the bottom edge of her vagina where the grool seemed to pool and spill forth.

Her gray eyes searched for any other changes, but all that remained were the angry welts. Two under her breasts, and four more down near her mons. Turning away from the mirror she began to explore the rest of the small place.

She’d only a cursory glance over the sitting room and kitchenette initially. Now looking at it she wasn’t impressed. The sitting space had nothing more than a small couch, a loveseat really, and two chairs. They were soft enough perhaps, but nothing else. No table, and certainly no radio or television, not even a small stack of books to alleviate her boredom. Maybe that was part of the point? She’d go crazy after a while and then, well, she didn’t want to consider it.

The kitchenette had very little. All the dishware was plastic, and dull. There was a microwave and a small refrigerator, but nothing else to cook with. She wondered how she was supposed to drink or eat. There was no food, and her new lips were ill-suited to using a glass, though she did try as she was very thirsty. Eventually, after several mishaps, she was able to pour enough water down her facial pussy to satisfy her thirst.

Slipping back into the bathroom she found a small stack of towels and a few basic toiletries under the sink. Nothing fancy, certainly very basic generic stuff, but it was enough to made do. Though she did give the toothbrush a strange look, realizing she’d never need such a thing again. She was happier to find a pair of shampoo bottles. It was horse shampoo; mane and tail, but it would work. A bar of soap was the last find that prompted her to turn on the shower. She wanted to get clean.

*** *** ***

Turning on the shower she felt the water cascade over her hand as it warmed up to a suitable temperature. Stepping in she wasn’t thinking as she turned her face into the shower, the warm spray hitting her new cunt and sending her into a mind wracking near immediate orgasm. She quickly turned back away; shaking and making choking noises as she realized she’d gotten water up the tiny breathing holes. The disconcerting double sensation of her body nearly sent over the orgasmic edge and the feeling of choking made her grasp at the tiled wall, hoping she didn’t collapse.

It took her a few minutes to recover, but it was a lesson well learned. She made it a point to keep the water out of the direct line of her face, and opted instead to use a washcloth to gently clean the folds of her face. Even that sensation was hard to ignore, but it underscored how much she needed to get clean as she wiped crusty grool from crevices.

Working downward she continued to scrub the rest of her body, only to discover that the pussy she’d been born with now stirred and quivered with the same attentions. It felt far more sensitive now, and clearly had been reacting to some of the changes as she wiped it clean too.

Feeling cleaner, and at least somewhat more relaxed she finally just let herself soak under the warm water before she gathered up her shampoo and started washing her hair. It needed it. Sure, it would eventually wash out the brunette coloring, and reveal her normal blonde locks, but it wasn’t going to matter. Trapped in her prison now, she needed whatever she could get in the way of relaxation as she slowly transformed into God only knows what by that crazy farmer and his brutish staff.

Stepping out of the shower she patted herself dry, feeling a little closer to human than she had been for a while. She looked at the angry red spots on her stomach, they seemed to be more raised bumps, while her nipples looked larger. She ran a finger over them, and realized they were all very sensitive bumps.

There were no clothes to put on, and the bed was a mess with the sheets, so she opted to sit on one of the chairs in the sitting room. There was nothing else to do.

Chapter 7: A Nutritious Breakfast

They sat in silence for a few moments, as Holly let Lori absorb everything. Eventually though she slapped her knees and stood up. “Alright, I’ve dilly-dallied long enough. Time to get down to the rest of business. Or is that breakfast.”

Lori gave Holly another of the confused looks that she was getting so good at.

Holly just laughed. “Oh yeah, I suppose you wouldn’t have realized, but I’m here to supplement your nutrition. They don’t want to spend all the time keeping you hooked up to an IV drip. It’s not good for you.”

Lori wasn’t sure how to take that news. Last time they’d fed her with something that resembled a turkey baster, forcing a flood of food down past the cervix in the back of her throat. She wasn’t even sure what she’d been fed. Not that she could really taste anything anymore without a tongue or a proper nose. Her sense of smell now was so incredibly diminished as to be non-existent, the only scent she could really smell was a faint musky odor, and she suspected that was the work of her own new facial folds.

Holly stood up from the chair and reached out a hand, pulling Lori up off the bed too. She led the smaller cunt-faced woman out into the sitting room. There she grabbed the seat cushion from one chair and placed it on the floor in front of the other chair.

She then grabbed Lori by the shoulders and pressed her into a kneeling position on the cushion. “There, just settle in, get your knees comfy. You’ll be there for a while.”

Lori looked up at the taller woman with a curious glance. Holly just patted her on the head lightly and stepped over her. She slid herself

into the chair, spreading her legs wide, so that Lori was comfortably between them. Her udder bounced a bit as she settled into place, before it slumped against the seat of the chair, directly in front of Lori.

Holly giggled a bit as she got comfy. “You know, someday you’ll have to do something like this, judging from those spots on your stomach.”

Lori’s hand drifted to the small red bumps on her abdomen. They were starting to press outwards, and she could feel their sensitivity now. Belatedly she realized that she was starting to grow an udder just like Holly sported. Pressing her hands lightly against her toned abdomen she felt shaky.

A hand reached out, brushing the side of her cheek just beyond her folds. She could feel some dampness there. Holly was wiping away a tear.

“Shh, it’s okay, it really is. It feels good, I promise. You’ll find it’s worth it.” She cooed at the woman kneeling before her. She slid her hand down and under Lori’s chin. “Okay, Princess, this is where you learn to feed yourself. I need you to take one of your teats into your pussy- mouth.”

Lori blinked. She’d assumed they’d feed her with a bottle, tube, or something mechanical. It had not occurred to her that she’d be taking sustenance directly from the source. Let alone the teats of a living, breathing cow woman. She wasn’t even sure how. Holly’s teats were soft, long, and lay rather limply against the skin of her udder.

Sensing Lori’s reluctance Holly took the smaller woman’s hand in her own and gently wrapped it around one of the long teats. “Softly, just start caressing it. Like you would a nipple. See, it starts to get a bit stiffer as you rub it.” Holly continued to guide Lori’s hand, the teat slowly becoming quite erect, eventually firm enough that it stood out from her udder, it’s plump shape bouncing with each breath the woman made. Breaths that were now just a little bit deeper, heavier.

“Are you wet enough? Did you check yourself?” Holly suggested.

Lori didn’t need to check. She could feel the drool slipping down her face already. Her new cunt, and the one between her legs, both seemed to be quite ready to take something phallic at a moment’s notice. The teat bobbed before her, her cunt just inches away. She sat, indecisive, until Holly’s hands took the sides of her head and guided her slowly down onto the firm cow nipple. Lori’s eyes rolled back just a touch as she felt the teat slid between her folds, and into the depth of her cunt-mouth. It wasn’t as big or thick as the baster had been, but it was something else. It was warm, it was alive. The muscles in her mouth-vagina began to twitch, pulling at the teat, as she slowly moved her head, letting the thing penetrate her.

Holly shivered at the feeling of her teat, engulfed by the warmth of the cunt. She could feel Lori working out how to suckle, and she calmly gave her encouragement. “Good, now work your floor muscles, Princess. Right, just like that. Oh, that’s right, you want to create suction.”

It didn’t take Lori long to figure out how to get her canal to respond properly and in a few moments she and Holly both felt the first spurts of milk as they sprayed outward. It surprised Lori initially, but she relaxed quicky and returned to her suckling, coaxing more of the fluid from the cow woman’s udder, feeling it trickle down her throat, even as drops mixed with her drool and spilled down the front of her chest on to her tits.

Unused to all the movement and work, her neck soon grew weary, and she laid her head into Holly, resting it against the woman’s thigh as she continued to suckle first one teat, then another as Holly urged her to continue. Letting her practice fondling the teats, bringing them to arousal before placing them into her new gaping hole. Holly nudged her on, encouraging her to drink as much of her milk as she could

between her soft moans of pleasure. Each emptied teat coated liberally with a sticky, damp mess.

Lori’s belly was nearly full now, and had she still had the voice, she would have joined Holly in those moans. Her mind happily blissful from the sensation of sucking off the teats. Perhaps not as good as a proper cock, but remarkably fulfilling nonetheless. She slid her hand back down, feeling the slight plumpness to her full belly. Her fingers ran across the bumps on her chest and her abdomen too, noting with some disappointment that they were now more pronounced. She wished she could still frown, but her cunt-face denied her that simple act.

Holly slowly came around from her own blissful state as the last nipple slipped free from its place in Lori’s cunt-mouth. She made a slight cooing sound that Lori might have almost mistaken for a moo. Leaning down carefully she gave the smaller woman a small kiss on the forehead. “Mmhmm, that was deliciously pleasant, Princess.”

She pulled out a small towel, and gently went about wiping Lori’s mouth gently, then her own teats, cleaning the residue off them. For her part Lori wanted more, her body almost demanding it as her libido raged in her head. She knew she’d come close to orgasm several times, but it wasn’t quite enough to push her over the edge.

Holly seemed to notice the anxious sexual energy from her ward. “Don’t worry, Princess, I know you’re not done.” She said, finished cleaning her teats carefully.

Smiling she sat forward, letting her udder fall off the seat of the chair and almost into Lori’s lap. Her large breasts swinging dangerously close to the smaller woman’s face. “Now, let’s see if I can’t make you feel just a little bit better.”

She slid her hand up and down along the damp vertical gash, letting her finger tips tease the lips apart to reveal the soft pink interior. She

traced the soft velvety softness of the inner lips, pulling and tugging them slightly as she worked her way up to the throbbing hood and clit. Bending forward she slowly pressed her own face close, putting her lips over the tip of the clit, giving it a suck, eliciting a gargling moan from Lori as she deftly let her tongue caress the folds. Nuzzling here, licking there, now sucking, now nibbling. She used her nose to rub up against the clit, its firm nub throbbing against her nose with each passing motion.

Lori’s mind spun, Holly’s touch was softer, more sensual, than any she’d felt in years. For once she felt welcoming to it, letting her mind ease into the waves of pleasure that slid through her.

Unable to resist though she grabbed Holly’s hand, pulling it up to her opening, slowly welcoming each finger as it slid in, the sensations warming her as she engulfed three of Holly’s fingers as they pressed deep. Her own fingers drifted lower, fidgeting with her nipples, and then down to her own crotch, where her cunt there begged for its own release.

It didn’t take long before orgasms began to quiver through her body. Her legs trembling, her face pulsing as bolts of pleasure shot through her. Her own fingers, lost in the folds of her lower sex began to ramp up their motions, driving a second shockwave of orgasms that sent her mind reeling into a stupor. Barely conscious she made a whimpering gurgle as Holly’s fingers slowly withdrew.

Holly took a few moments to watch Lori, who lay sprawled across the floor, her body still tremoring occasionally from her orgasmic release. Taking the tower she gave a quick wipe of her face, removing some of the stickiness from her mouth, though she licked her lips slightly at the musky taste. Then she gently wiped off Lori’s chin and chest where her drool had spit.

Packing her small bag, she left Lori to recover on her own. The only thing she left was a water bottle, which had a long tube attached so

that Lori could drink as much as she needed. Blowing the prone form an air kiss she quietly mouthed “See you later Princess.” Then she stepped out the door, turned the key in the lock, and was gone.

Lori, blissfully dazed, lay there on the floor, neither hearing nor caring that she was now alone as she drifted off into dreamless sleep.

Chapter 9: Holly’s Transformations

Holly slipped in next to Lori and wrapped her arm around the smaller woman, giving her a squeeze. “I know you didn’t choose this life, like I did. Even so, I admit when I first experienced it, I wasn’t ready for it.”

Lori cocked an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. Holly seemed fit to burst about something that she wanted to say, but was unsure of how to say it.

Finally, Holly took a deep breath. “I suppose I should tell you how I ended up here. You want to know that, don’t you?”

Lori nodded slowly.

She poked Lori slightly in the ribs. “Good, because I need a captive listener. It’s been so long since I had anyone to really talk to. The other women here? They don’t trust me because I chose this life. I feel bad for them, and for you, but at the same time, I know how wonderfully liberating this has been for some of them. It just takes time to realize it.”

Holly got up and fetched some new sheets for the bed. Lori grabbed the old ones and stripped them off as Holly began her story.

*** *** ***

“It started several years back, while I was in nursing school. I really wasn’t happy there. No, scratch that, I was miserable there. I was just trying to live up to the expectations of my family. You know, go to college, get a professional job that they could brag about, and have a family. The usual family pressures. Except that I hated every minute of it.”

“I used to sit and stare at the fields that sat across from my college. They were full of cows, goats, horses, and even a couple of emus. I’d sit there after class with old magazines about farm life and wonder what my life would be like if I gave up the whole college thing and just ran off into the country. Hospitals weren’t for me, I wanted to be out in the fresh air. I wanted overalls, not scrubs.”

“It was my senior year; I was just so exhausted by everything. The exams, the constant studying. I did alright, I guess, I was passing everything, but I was just miserable and we were doing practicums. You know, where you go spend time working in the real hospital, getting some hands-on experience. It was awful. I went from being unhappy about everything to actively seeking a way to drop out.”

“Well, one thing led to another, and the night after midterms I ended up going out to get wasted. It was dumb, it was dangerous, and honestly, I didn’t care. I found a dive bar and ordered more to drink than was ever good for me. Somehow that’s when he found me.”

“I couldn’t seem to help it. He came in dressed in work boots, overalls, and flannel, like he’d just rolled off a farm. I gravitated towards him, not entirely sure why, and several drinks in I ended up pouring out my drunken frustrations. How I wanted to ditch nursing school, and just go run away to live on a farm. He didn’t tell me to go back, he just gave a long pull of his beer and said, you know what he said? I can make that happen, that’s what he said.”

“I barely remember what I said then. I was getting too drunk. But I remember what he offered. A chance to escape my miserable existence as a college nursing student, and disappear into the country. Here some stranger was offering me my dream, and he didn’t need to do it. He didn’t say much else, just handed me his card and said to stop by some time. That was enough for me. I was over the moon.”

“I don’t recall how I got home, but I must have held onto that card like my life depended upon it. It wasn’t flashy, just a little plain thing, the

name of the dairy farm, an address, and a phone number. I don’t think it even had an e-mail address. I must have clutched that card so tightly on my way home, because I found it still crumpled in my hand the next morning. Sweaty and wrinkled, but there. Proof that it wasn’t a fevered alcohol dream.”

“I remember packing my bags that morning, stuffing my few things into my little beat-up Honda. I didn’t even tell anyone what I was going to do. I just slipped into the registrar’s office and withdrew, much to their confusion. Just a few months from graduating and here I was throwing everything away. I didn’t care.”

“I felt liberated as I drove to the dairy farm. The very one you see here now, but it wasn’t like this then. The last couple years have really changed it. This was before they built the big barns, and it was just a small cattle farm. The farm and his three boys. You’ve met them, all now, I’m sure. Yes, the older two are twins.”

“They brought me in, and have me a job working with the small herd of cattle that they kept. The youngest of his sons taught me to care for them. How to feed them, check for hoof problems, care for their udders, and most of all how to milk them. He taught me how to do it by hand first. He wanted me to understand how the animal felt and why it was so important. I took to it like a fish takes to water, and milking, even when I started using the machines was my favorite part of the daily routine.”

“It wasn’t even much of a job. A bit of room and board, and minimum wage, that was it, but it made me so happy I didn’t care. The farm was struggling, and I knew it, so I didn’t ask for more.”

“About a year after I came to the farm, well the farmer came to me and told me that they weren’t doing well. I knew that, but he finally admitted how poorly they were doing. He was debating selling the farm, because unless he could make some big changes, well, they’d be going under soon.”

“I begged him not to let me go. I said I’d do anything to help the farm out. That turned out to be exactly what he wanted to hear, because he had some researcher friend who wanted to try out some new serums, and well, they needed a guinea pig. If it was going to keep the farm open, well, I was all for it. I didn’t even think it through what they were asking of me.”

“The next thing I knew I was strapped down to a medical gurney, with some strange little man jabbing me with needles. I remember asking what they were for, and he told me they’d just induce lactation. Seems the farmer was getting into the human milk game. I figured a bit more in the boob department to save the farm wasn’t the worst thing to happen to me. Heck, it even excited me a bit more than I should probably admit. I had always wanted bigger tits anyway.”

“The shocker came when he jabbed that needle into my stomach. It was deep, painful, and well, the formula was rough. Not at all what they use now. Oddly it’s slower acting now, and in those few minutes I could feel this deep penetrating chill as the liquid hit my insides, followed by burning and pressure as my body started to warp and change.”

“It couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes, but it felt like a lifetime as I screamed myself hoarse. I can remember struggling against the straps, feeling my hips pop and shift, then there was the pressure on my chest and stomach as my breasts began to balloon, even as this huge mass grew out of my pelvic area. I didn’t realize what it was at first, despite the rounded pink mass’ obviousness in hindsight. There I lay, panting and sweating, my body bloated and stretched, and yet those very same new areas felt tight at the same time.”

“It was frightening at first. Yes, I’d volunteered, but honestly, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. But it felt so natural, so warm to the touch. Whatever confusion and anger I might have felt melted from me as soon as I could feel my own teats.  There was just

something so right about the feeling. Here I’d wanted a farm life, and now, well I was farm bound forever.”

“I started milking the next morning, right along side the cows with my own little private milker. It was orgasmic. The farmer realized this, I think, as my own libido spiked. But he and the boys wouldn’t touch me, even when I started wandering around the farm nude. They regarded me as cattle now. Very useful cattle that could talk, but just cattle.

“This broke a bit of the spell for me, perhaps. I think on a certain level I was a bit infatuated with the old man. He was far too old for me, and he didn’t have any interest in me except as labor, and now as production. But at the same time, it also made me realize how much I loved being productive.”

“The only downside was that I really didn’t know how to handle being hypersexual. My libido was raging. It still does, honestly. Being a walking orgasm machine is great, except when you can’t get laid.”

“Oh, they took care of me, and I got all the perks of being the forewoman of the farm as the other women started to join the herd. Some were volunteers. Carefully selected, willing and happy to find themselves injected with the same cocktail of chemicals that mutated me.”

“But there were others, more as the serum was refined and improved. Some came to hide or escape lives, much like I had; some women found themselves coaxed into the role. Over time I became the leader of a small herd of bovine women, each of us giving gallons of milk every day.”

“They sold the cows. I was miserable to see them go, but now they produced milk that sold for much higher prices and the cattle cost a lot more to feed than we did. In the end, we saved the farm, but

perhaps at a little cost of our humanity. Perhaps no one’s more so than my boss’.”

*** *** ***

Holly paused, watching Lori’s reaction. Predictably there wasn’t much. The small woman seemed lost in thought, settled into her fresh sheets on the bed.

Eventually Lori lifted her head and mimed counting.

“How long? How many women? I wish you could speak.” Holly said, sadly.

Lori nodded to both things.

“Well, it’s been about five years since I came here, so they’ve been using the serum for four years. There are dozens of women now too, we get one or two new ones each month. Most end up like me. They’re just cows. Big old titties and an udder. A couple more adventurous, or problematic, ones are used to test out new compounds.” Holly said, ticking of a mental count of the women in the barns.

A mimed question mark was Lori’s response. She wanted Holly to explain more, and given how talkative the bovine beauty was, she hoped she’d get enough to write the full truth of the story. Here was her source. If she could only get to a notepad, it would be the story that would make her career. She could be a writer without ever showing her face in public again.

Holly thought a moment. “Oh, I guess you want to know what other stuff they’re using. Well, you’re the third one with the whole silk thing going on. I’m not sure why he does it to your face though, from what I understand he could just as easily do it with your normal vagina.”

Lori knew quite well that his choice had more to do with silencing her than whether he could do the transformation on her nether portions. She tried to frown, but the muscles just ended up dropping a goober of facial cunt grool on her growing breasts. She flicked it away with annoyance.

“Hmm, they’ve got a couple girls who are growing wool now, and a couple of us lay eggs.” Holly finished.

The us in the sentence made Lori perk up. She gestured back at Holly and made a shape like and egg with her hands.

“Yeah, I let him inject me with that too.” She admitted, a bit more sheepishly. “It was after I became forewoman, or should I be calling myself fore-cow? About a year ago the farmer came by, asking if I’d be willing to try something new. I don’t know why I agreed. I was happy with the udder, even if it wasn’t the biggest or most productive. Oh yeah, some of the girls have way bigger udders than I do, I was just the first. Anyway, I guess I was getting antsy about things, not feeling like I was pulling my weight anymore. So, yeah, they slammed some needle up my cooch, and two days later I doubled over like I’d had a bad burrito, and the next thing I knew I was pushing grade-A jumbo eggs out of my pussy. I laid a full clutch of eggs, right then. It was blissful too, best orgasm I’d had in years.

Struggling with gestures, Lori wished she knew sign language or something that would make her questions easier. She made a few trial-and-error motions, trying to get Holly to continue talking. Eventually Holly seemed to understand the question.

“Oh, that?” She nodded, finally comprehending. “I lay once a day, nothing special, usually first thing in the morning when I get up. I’ve got to admit it’s a pretty good way to wake up, since it rubs all the right spots.”

Lori tried not to roll her eyes, but admittedly her own libido would kill for something to rub it the right way.

Holly, who had joined Lori on the clean bed, reached over and gave her another hug. This one a proper hug. “Thanks for listening, Princess. It’s been a long time since I could tell my own story, and I just needed someone to hear me for a change. Most of the girls don’t listen, and I’m too busy with them to get the time to talk anyway.”

Lori leaned into the hug, feeling the warmth of the woman’s skin on her own. It was nice.

Eventually Holly broke it off. “Okay, let’s see. You need to up your water intake. Two gallons a day, minimum. That udder of yours is starting to grow and once it starts producing, you’re going to need the fluid. Might want to do even more with that silk drool of yours and extra titties he’s giving you.”

She rummaged around in the box of stuff she brought and tossed it at Lori. “Put some of this on your teats and nipples. It’ll help.”

Lori eyed the small plastic jar. Udder balm. She resisted an impulse to sniff it, since that was no longer feasible for her now. She glanced down at the small but growing mass on her belly, knowing that soon enough she’d be sporting her own giant milking bag. She took a little and rubbed it on the expanding teats and her nipples. It did seem to help a bit with the stretched feel that she’d been getting.

Holly was gathering up the dirty linens and other miscellaneous items that she needed to take with her. “You need anything else?”

Lori shook her head no.

“Okay, drink some water, get some rest. I’ll be back later with your dinner, Princess.” Seeing this got a nod, Holly walked out the door.

Lori found herself staring at the cow woman’s thick rump and the hint of her swollen sex as she walked. Parts of her twitched in response and she slowly slipped her own fingers into those places with naughty thoughts in her head. She’d ponder what she learned later, after a few orgasms.

Chapter 11: First Clutch

Yawning she blinked in the soft light of the morning. She could feel the pressure in her udder, already full again. Struggling back to a seated position she realized this was going to be her life from now on, a routine of milking morning and night, with her days filled with spinning silken threads. It wasn’t much to look forward to.

Still, her udder was demanding and soon enough she’d managed to hook it up, letting the pumping drift her off into a hazy bliss as she felt herself drained. After that it was a shower and some breakfast.

Holly came in around mid-morning, and by then Lori was ready for the extra meal, and the constant attention to her face. The two made a slow act of it, Lori gently draining Holly’s udder, while Holly’s fingers twitched and rubbed across Lori’s face. The orgasms distracting the both from the dullness of their day-to-day lives.

Lori took some time to recover, settling in on the couch as her mind spun from the three morning orgasms and the continued pulsing twitch of her face. Meanwhile, Holly pulled out a small cardboard box triumphantly, causing Lori to arch an eyebrow, wondering what was in it.

“I got you a surprise!” Holly chirped, beaming. She pulled open the box to reveal a handful of old books. They were some old classics. Jane Eyre, Frankenstein, Little Women, and several books by Jane Austin.

Eyes wide with surprise, Lori carefully picked up the books, something to finally do other than be face fucked and milked. She wrapped her arms around Holly, giving her a huge hug, feeling their udders and breasts pressing against each other. It felt good. The books were nice too.

Holly couldn’t stay all day, she had other duties to attend. She pulled away but not before giving a full kiss to Lori, letting her tongue drag up the slit to her clit, before giving it a gentle sucking kiss. Lori just quivered in place as Holly pulled away.

Trying to ignore the sudden gush of juices that threatened to overwhelm her, Lori settled back with a new spool and a book in hand. Her grool spilling easily forth as she still tingled from the kiss, starting a find spool of thread, even as her fingers danced across the pages of the first book in the collection. It was something to do with her hands other than fondle herself, at least. Not that she minded that either, and she stopped several times that afternoon for a quick pick-me-up session with herself.

She barely even noticed when Holly returned for her evening meal. But this time she made sure to do more for the bovine woman than just suckle her lovely teats. Her fingers reached under the udder and probed for the valley between her legs, finding it wet and ready for her. She made sure to leave Holly almost as red-faced as she was after they finished, Holly’s gentle mooing moans punctuating the evening together. Lori’s only regret that she couldn’t taste her lover, as she could no longer lick her fingers.

*** *** ***

Lori awoke with a start. Her stomach gurgled. She could feel something different. Sure, her udder was full again, and the pressure was distinctly there, but this was something new, a different feeling, as if something inside her was moving. A slow realization dawned on her as she felt her womb contract. She was having her first egg.

She tried to roll over out of bed, but only managed to pinch her udder’s teats, spraying milk on her sheets. Her hand landed in a puddle of her facial drippings from the night too. She knew the sheets would need to changing now, but that was far less important than trying to get herself into a position where the pressure in her belly would release.

Another contraction hit. She could feel herself getting ready to push. Flopping herself over she finally managed to get herself to the edge of the bed. Unsure how to balance herself she just knelt forward, letting her hips spread wide as she sank down until her udder pressed full against the floor, leaving her lower cunt just inches above the wood.

The egg was moving now, she could feel it as another contraction pushed it into the canal of her vagina, sliding down as the muscles pushed it out. She gurgled out as she felt it start to crown, only to feel it slip back in. The sensation against her inner walls more orgasmic than painful. She hard to press down several times before the egg crowned fully, by then her fingers had reached under her udder to play with her clit, making the release time with her orgasm. She could feel her lips around the egg, spreading wide, gaping as she let it slide out of her fully. Almost immediately though her body sent another contraction and she realized there were more. The second was easier, but no less enjoyable as it pressed downward, boring from her cervix to her vaginal opening. She wiggled her hips as it slid out, followed closely by a third.

Exhausted by the ordeal she struggled to remain upright, her udder dribbling on the floor as she felt herself closing back up. She shivered.

Tossing the three eggs onto the bed, where their goo mixed with that of her nightly mess and the milky sheets, she turned to get a shower.

*** *** ***

Holly almost jumped for joy when she saw the three eggs that lay there. Lori was just emerging from the shower when she received a full kiss by the taller woman, sending another shockwave of pleasure into her head.

“Oh, wow! Three eggs!” Holly cheered her. “Princess, that’s amazing!”

Lori had lost track of how long she’d been there, a week? Two weeks? But here she was a sexual, milky, egg-laying, drooling monster. What was next for her? Lori could only wonder. She certainly wasn’t the woman she had been. But a part of her wasn’t sure who she was becoming. The orgasms were good, though. Scratch that, the orgasms were excellent. It was her last clear thought as she succumbed to yet another brain blistering orgasm at Holly’s expert finger tips, and this time, Holly drank from her udder.

*** *** ***

Life turned into a rhythm for Lori after that. The farmer seemed to lose his interest in her other than to regularly collect her milk, eggs, and silk.

Each morning would start with her laying three more eggs, breakfast, and a milking session, before Holly would show up for her mid- morning feeding. They’d spend a few hours together, which increasingly ended up in the bed, where she treated Lori to exquisite brain blasting orgasms. Lori tried to return the favor as much as she could, but it was hard to concentrate.

Lori loathed to admit it, but she was becoming addicted to the sensations her body produced, and the fuzzy empty-headedness that it left her in for much of the rest of the day. She’d spend the afternoons spooling her silken thread, and reading one of the few books that Holly snuck into her. Thankfully she was a slow reader.

Holly took care of most of the needs, from collecting her milk to refilling her stock of gruel in the fridge every few days. On nice days she was even able to open the windows from outside to allow fresh air into the small cottage.

Yet, Lori still knew it was all a prison. She wondered whether Martin was out looking for her yet. She’d foolishly not told him exactly where

she was going. Mary knew, but she wasn’t sure if Mary would do anything until she’d been gone too long. Realistically it was too late now. She stared out a barred window wondering if someone would ever find her. Sometimes she wondered if she even wanted them to, as her hand absently toyed with one long teat.

Chapter 13: Honey

Holly found Lori the next morning still abed. Her hand slid over Lori’s udder, making the woman wince, it was tight and swollen. Her belly too felt wrong, as if things that should be moving weren’t.

Holly seemed to recognize all this, and knowing there was a new strange cow in the barn this morning she had a guess as to why Lori was so upset. She slowly worked at soothing the shattered remains of her captive lover’s spirit. Working gently to get her rolled over and hooked up to the milkers from a squatting position. A bottle of water was next, to combat the dehydration that was setting it. Then she gently went to work on massaging the pelvis and stomach, trying to release the eggs that were bound up there. Eventually sliding down to help ease the delivery with gentle massage of her lips and clit as the three eggs slipped unbound and finally free. Holly was pleased to see that each were undamaged.

Even after Holly insisted on more water before she finally could just enfold her in a proper hug and let the woman cry on her shoulder. “Shh, it’s alright. Is this about the new girl?”

She felt Lori nod her head in response.

“Don’t worry, whatever happened, don’t blame yourself. She’ll be okay, and I promise I’ll keep an eye on her for you, okay?”

Another gentle nod, tinged with a mix of salty tears and sticky juices as she rubbed her face into Holly’s shoulder.

*** *** ***

Holly stuck around long enough to ensure that Lori was able to eat and at least compose herself a little. They skipped their usual love making,

which made Holly a bit sad, but she understood that her lover was grieving for another friend right now.

Heading out she trotted down to the barns. The other cow women greeted her, and she stopped to ask where the newest member of the herd was. Several women pointed to the far side of the barn. Holly thanked them and went to find the newest woman.

She found her strapped to one of the milking bars. Her udder gigantic, even by the farm’s standards, her hips impossibly wide. She could barely hear the soft burble of the milking machines gentle hum and rhythm over the piston sounds of the thrusting sex machine that sat behind the woman.

The woman didn’t pay her any attention as Holly moved around her. Inspecting what they’d done. She mooed with every thrust, her giant hips shaking with the motions of the machine.

Holly patted her udder. Another low moo. The small belled collar they’d strapped on her clanked. The eyes stared vacantly, glazed over. It was a look Holly knew all too well among those women who’d let their minds break. Her world consumed by the fog of her constant need to orgasm. Maybe, in time, she’d recover as her heat receded, but only time would tell. As it was now her plump lips oozed cum as she rode the device behind her, happy as can be.

Shaking her head Holly wished neither Princess nor this woman had come. They didn’t deserve this. She’d volunteered. She was different. But trickery led some of the women here, others found themselves forced into this life. She loved the changes, but was it fair to force them on others? Things needed to change, but she was just one cow. How would she change things?

She patted the rump of the cow woman, trying to offer support, but there was little that could happen right now. A moo was her only response anyway. Checking the milkers were properly set and that

there wasn’t any chafing starting, she headed to her private quarters in the other barn to collect a few things.

*** *** ***

Holly found Lori again after the noon hour, still morose, but now at least up and weaving her threads. She sat down next to her despondent lover and gave her a hug. This time a hand reached up and clung to her arm in reciprocation.

Pulling out the small items that she’d collected form her room, she saw Lori’s eyes light up with surprise. The small nail kit wasn’t much, but it was a chance for her to do something nice. Slowly she worked at each of her hands, even getting some hot water to soak her hands and feet in bowls. It wasn’t a proper manicure or pedicure, but after weeks of not having any such tools Lori’s nails were in desperate need of care, and it was something they could do together.

Lori’s nails cleaned; Holly produced the last item she’d brought. It was a small bottle of nail polish, dark blue with golden sparkles.

While those were drying, she told Lori that her friend was okay, and that she’d checked on her. Lori only nodded, a few more tears welling in her eyes at what had happened to her friend all because of her.

The door opened, and the Farmer stepped into the small space. “Hello Holly. Hello Princess.” He nodded, an unusually friendly gesture for him.

Lori just looked up at him, her eyes still tinged with the redness from crying. If he saw, he never acknowledged it.

“Stand up, Princess, it’s time for your next treatment.” The ice had returned to his voice.

Holly bit her lip; she’d never really challenged her boss before, but after all that she’d been through watching Lori suffer, she couldn’t stand anymore. “No.”

The farmer turned and looked at her. “What did you say to me?”

Holly swallowed hard. “I said no. She’s changed enough. What else could you want from her?”

The finger of the farmer poked menacingly at her. “It is my decision what changes she gets, and when she gets them. If you try to get in the way, I’ll make sure you join her in the same. Do I make myself clear?”

Holly only nodded; certain he’d do exactly that.

Lori was limp, even as he repositioned her into a kneeling position on the couch, her hips spread wide to accommodate the udder, revealing her moist lower sex. Holly looked on, quietly, wondering and fearing what was coming.

The farmer pulled out a single syringe this time, injecting it into the base of her spine. Had Lori still been able to scream she would have, but instead she only gave a muffled gurgle as her face folds pressed into the couch. This, she knew, was her punishment for getting Mary involved. She barely registered it as he ran his fingers over her groin and face, sending her mind reeling into orgasm whether she wanted it or no. Her body just wouldn’t accept the idea of not being horny, and every touch overwhelmed her ability to resist.

He left her on the couch there, her mind vapid as the chemicals began their work. Then he left, with only a steely glance at Holly who sat quietly, hands folded over her own udder.

After he left, Holly gathered the emotionally spent Lori into her arms and rocked her. Her sensitive fingers already noticing the small nub that was forming at the base of the woman’s spine.

*** ***  ***

It was a struggle to get herself back into routine again after the previous day, but Lori tried. She pushed thoughts of Mary from her mind, and buried herself into her weaving and Holly’s massive chest.

Holly continued to be supportive letting Lori move at her own pace, but enjoying it when the sensual woman desired more than just a shoulder to cry on. More than a few cuddle sessions quickly turned lewd and resulted in both women climaxing several times.

Over the next few days, it slowly got better, and Lori started to come back to some sense of normalcy. Well, as normal as she could ever envision being in this place. Holly kept her watch on the new cow, but had little to say other than she was doing well. There didn’t seem to be much point in upsetting Lori about the near constant state of heat that her friend was in.

Lori was also paying more attention to the new nub at the top of her ass. It was making it hard to even find a sitting position that was comfortable. It was slowly expanding, ballooning out into a shiny, bulbous mass that seemed to consist of three heavy chitin plates and a sack that was slowly filling with something. She couldn’t move it, except when she moved her whole ass, and it didn’t really seem to have any strong sensations, though she could feel when she tapped upon it. It was, perhaps, a food or so long now, and it made sitting in any chair a decided problem. She wanted to grumble about that, but all that ever game out was a bit of a garbled burble.

Holly just watched curiously, unsure of what the new growth even was. That she didn’t know didn’t comfort Lori in the least.

The food they were giving her was also changing. In addition to Holly’s regular supply of milk, the brown mixture was becoming paler, more like a syrup than a gravy.

The farmer only came to check on her once or twice, nodding as he tapped on the structure that protruded from her backside. He didn’t bother saying anything though.

*** *** ***

By the end of the week, she realized her new tail was still growing. Poking at it again she noted that it was expanding around as the sack under it seemed to be filling, getting heavier. She got Holly’s attention that afternoon to look at it. Holly lifted the heavy perturbance and realized that the pale sack was inflating, expanding to a near clear as it filled with a rich golden-brown colored liquid.

Exploring the odd appendage, she realized there was a small, tight valve-like sphincter at the end of the tail. Lori jumped when she touched that. The spot was clearly very sensitive, but slowly Holly massaged the spot into compliance as a small glob of the thick liquid oozed out, dribbling onto Holly’s finger.

It was sticky, and slid slowly down the length as Holly turned it in the light. She sniffed it and then with apparent delight she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean, smacking her lips happily.

“Damn, Princess, that’s good stuff.” She said, licking her lips.

Lori looked at her with a confused expression. Holly just licked her fingers clean of the last vestiges of the goo and said “Honey. You’re making honey.”

The confusion didn’t disappear from Lori’s face. She’d never heard of bees making honey in their butts before, not even when she took that pollinator’s class for her gardening course. Not that it looked like a

bee’s tail anyway. No stinger, all black, just kind of odd. She reached around and patted the bulb gently, wondering what the hell she was now? Part spider, part cow, part chicken, and part whatever this was? How much of her was still human?

Holly didn’t seem to mind her distraction too much, but made a point to ensure that a couple extra orgasms in the afternoon milking left Lori vacant and blissful. It was a surefire way to keep the woman from worrying too much about anything. Holly felt a little guilty though about doing that to her. She was a person, after all, and deserved to understand what was happening to her own body.

*** *** ***

Holly hadn’t intended to tell the farmer about the honey, but he asked and she couldn’t hide it from him. The next morning, not long after milking, he returned to the small space that imprisoned Lori. He came in smiling that cruel smile of his, and carrying with him a small case of mason jars.

A mental sigh was all Lori could muster, and she fell forward on her knees, careful to not squash her udder to painfully. Her new tail rose to a position where its bobbing fullness stood exposed to the farmer. While the new tail lacked the tactile senses of most of the rest of her body, she could still feel when he reached the small sensitive opening at the tip. Where Holly’s touch had been gentle, his was crude and forceful. But the nub itself still sent shivers of pleasure through her, yet another button on her body that was slowly turning into a living orgasm machine. Not as powerful, perhaps as her two clits, but still noticeable.

He observed it for a moment, his thumb pressing on the spot. “Can you open it, Princess? Or do I need to force it.”

Lori suppressed a shudder at the idea of him forcing it. Thankfully after Holly’s experimentation she’d managed to wire her brain to control

this latest addition to her menagerie of body parts. On an intellectual level she was quite impressed with the genetic engineering done to her body. The ability to rewire her brain to work body parts that were not human was beyond remarkable. Perhaps had she not been an unwilling guinea pig for the experiments she might be more interested in the potential of it.

Relaxing her new muscles, she let the golden-brown honey start to ooze outwards. It was slow, barely a dribble. The farmer seemed too impatient for this and he grabbed the sack underneath that lay swollen with the stuff and squeezed.

She had expected some pain at that, but strangely there was none, as if the sack’s design was for such rough handling. It was just an odd sensation that rippled through her as her honey gushed out into the waiting jars.

Her adjusted several times, making sure to get as much of her honey out as he could, until almost all the jars were full and her tail was feeling sore. She could feel the muscles tightening and the flow of the liquid came to a stop.

The farmer leaned back, eyeing the honey, pleased at the color and consistency. Lori just turned to look at him over her shoulder.

“I bet you’re curious again. You always are.” He said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

Lori nodded. He just chuckled, put the jar in the box, and walked out without a further word. Lori silently raged at him. She wanted to know what was happening to her body, even if she couldn’t control it.

*** *** ***

It was Holly that came to the rescue of her curiosity. The cow woman had found an old book on insects somewhere on the farm and brought

it with her that afternoon. It was old and dog-eared badly, but it was still something. Holly flipped through it the page she was looking for before handing it to Lori.

Lori grabbed the book, settling into an odd cross-legged position sideways on the couch, it was proving to be the only way not to squish either her udder or her new tail. The top of the page it read “Honey Ants: Nature’s other sweet maker.”

Lori spent some time reading about them, and was privately very happy that she just got the tail only. She shuddered at the thought of having the antenna, or the compulsion to vomit up the sweet nectar she was producing. She figured the honey probably wouldn’t have been hygienic enough to sell then. She privately thanked the mad scientist who made the serum that that he at least came up with a solution that didn’t involve her puking every day. She had enough problems.

A soft hand settled on her back, and she could feel Holly trying her best to massage some of the tension of out her. It was sweet, finally she set the book down and let Holly just kneed her many tired muscles. Holly for her part was happy to oblige. She felt bad for the woman she knew as Princess. The number of changes were the most on the farm, and she was pretty sure that the farmer wasn’t through with her quite yet. Finally, the sleepy woman drifted off to sleep her head on Holly’s udder.

Chapter 15: Another Shot

Lori sat quietly in the morning sun that peeked in through the small window, enjoying some post-orgasmic bliss. Things had settled back into their routine and Holly still had to deal with the farm.

Holly had managed to bring in her collection of books, which gave Lori something more to do during the boring afternoons, even if most of them were old classics. Things like The Wizard of Oz, Alice Through the Looking Glass, and A Wrinkle in Time dominated the collection. Many of them stories Lori had read as a girl, but still enjoyed. She had a totally different appreciation for Alice and Dorothy now.

Feeling far more satisfied and content than she had been in a long while, Lori had begun to relax a bit. Sure, she knew she was still a prisoner, but at least she felt that Holly was now on her side, and that helped a lot. Some moment’s she wondered about Martin, if he was even looking for her, or if she was cheating on him with Holly. No, she’d technically broken up with him before she’d left. Holly at least knew how to touch a woman, so there was no loss in that department. Still, she felt a little bad for Martin.

Her mind would occasionally drift to her friend Mary too. Holly continued to keep an eye on her, but the reports were mostly the same. That she was fine, and healthy. She said little else, though she’d let slip that Mary spent most of her time hooked up to milking machines and in an orgasmic stupor. Lori felt guilty over what had become of her friend, she didn’t deserve to become a sex-crazed milk maiden.

Lori’s reverie broke with the heavy bang of the door. The footsteps that followed her heavy, not the light patter of Holly’s bare feet. She shuddered as she turned to look behind her, knowing what she’d find.

The farmer wore that dark smile of his. It was both jovial and yet deeply disturbing every time she saw it. His large frame towered over her, his voice still making her quake. “Good morning, Princess.” He seemed pleased this morning, and that only worried her more.

She wondered what he had planned this time. It’d been months since she’d joined the farm, and summer’s long days were now closing on the end of autumn. Things had been quiet for weeks after she had developed the abdomen of a honey ant. Her constant production of eggs, milk, silk, and honey provided the farmer with a steady stream of goods to sell. A flickering thought flashed through her mind, wondering if the people who ate her things knew where they came from? Would they accept that they came from the body of a horribly mutated woman? She doubted it. Shaking her self back to the present, she looked up placidly at the farmer.

He looked around the room. “Well, well, Princes. Getting all nested and cozy in here. Holly must really like you.”

Lori wouldn’t have said anything even if she could have. Instead, she just waited for him to get to whatever he wanted with her.

He gave up the pretense of looking about the refurbished little cabin. “Ah, so, it seems I had pegged you right. You’re a journalist after all.”

Lori didn’t bother acknowledging the truth. If he knew, he knew.

He wasn’t paying attention to her response anyway as he continued. “After your little friend came here to try to get you out? Well, she was able to give me enough information for me to track you down in the missing person’s files. Seems someone out there cared enough to report you missing. Not that it matters much, the police don’t have a clue where you are, so unless you have other friends who are as foolish as the first, I suspect you’re here to stay.” He chuckled.

Lori just glared at him, wondering if it was Martin or Mary who had filed the missing person’s report. It must have been Martin, because Mary would have told them where to find her. She hoped Martin wasn’t foolish enough to come here too, there’s no telling what the farmer’s cruel nature would do to him.

He waved his hand. “No matter. But you are my personal guinea pig, and well, it’s time to try something new for you again. I just got this new experimental serum today, and I’m just itching to try it out.”

He pulled out the small bag that she had become so familiar with. Her legs instinctively curled up under her.

He saw the movement and smiled darkly. “Unless, perhaps you’d like me to try it out on your friend? Or perhaps your lover?”

There was nothing for Lori to do as she accepted that he held all the cards yet again. Now he would just use Holly against her. It didn’t matter, she knew he’d planned the serum for her anyway, and it wasn’t worth fighting it. She couldn’t fight him off anyway, his strength was too much more than her own, and he could easily overpower her. Then the punishments would be worse, more injections, more changes. Maybe eventually her body would just give up after a while and she’d be free of him.

But that made her sad too, because she felt such a connection with Holly. She wondered if there was a future with her and Holly that didn’t involve the monstrous machinations of this madman.

She barely felt the initial jab of the needle as it entered her stomach, just above her udder, near her navel. The cold feeling spread through her stomach as her emptied the giant syringe into her. He wiped her stomach clean again after he removed the syringe and left her with little more than a small band aid over the spot.

Tears welled in her eyes as she felt the chemicals start their work, wondering how much more her body was going to be able to take.

*** *** ***

Lori debated trying to tell Holly about the shot, but with their limited sign language and no way for her to write anything, she finally just accepted that Holly either knew already, or would be better off not knowing. By the time Holly got home from her duties in the big barns that afternoon Lori could feel a hardness in the pit of her stomach. It was painful to touch, and she pushed Holly away from their evening love making.

The next day she felt even worse, lying down most of the day while her guts seemed to shift and move. There was now a slight red line around her navel, and it had a hard ridge like feature. Poking it felt both odd and painful.

Holly, unaware of the shot, finally went to fetch the farmer on the third morning. Her concern etched upon her face as she brought him in to see Lori lying on the bed, clutching at her stomach.

He, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased. “Ah, faster than I expected, Princess. How are you doing? Is it ready?”

Both women looked at him, confused. He paid neither any mind as he probed Lori’s stomach, feeling the hard ridge that sat in the middle. Poking and prodding he made her grimace several times, prompting Holly to ask what was wrong.

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong. This is very right.” The farmer pressed against Lori’s navel and a faint popping noise filled the quiet room. Lori couldn’t see what was happening, but Holly could. Slowly the skin around the navel split, revealing a gash about three, maybe four, inches wide.  It opened into a pearlescent cavity of swirled colors.

Greens, blues, purples, and whites. In the center of it was a small pumping white mass, which oozed a thick pale mucus.

The farmer reached in his pocket and pulled out a small vial and an applicator device. Holding the strange pocket open he pulled out the applicator and stuck it in the center of the white mass, rubbing something on the surface. Lori gurgled a whimper, clearly in pain at the sensation.

Holly looked at him. “What did you do to her?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“I made her into a gold mine. She’s got an oyster gland inside her now. I just seeded her with some sand grains so that she can grow us some pearls.” He pushed the opening closed and watched as the skin seemed to seal back up save for what looked like a puckered scar across her midsection. “Now, you don’t wash those out, do you hear me?”

Lori just nodded and whimpered a bit more as it felt like her stomach was on fire. He seemed satisfied with that and left.

Holly stared daggers after him. The slow resentment she had been building for the man boiling over into outright hatred as she watched her lover clutch her stomach. Her rage simmered as she sank down next to the tearful Lori and tried to comfort her.

*** *** ***

Lori was miserable that week. The first couple days with her new changes had been especially painful, as it felt like someone had poured sand and lemon juice into a papercut and then rubbed it. Slowly the pain became more tolerable, finally settling into a dull throb that she only noticed occasionally. It wasn’t as if her body wasn’t already strange enough. It was just one more thing that made her less than human.

About two weeks in, Holly convinced her to look at the opening in the mirror for the first time. The mucus it produced formed a seal that didn’t want to open easily, and it took some doing before the seal split and she could pry it apart.

The mirror showed a strange soft interior. The white mucus coated mass pulsed and bubbled in the center of the most gorgeous swirls of mother of pear she could imagine. Had it not looked so disturbing, she would have thought it was lovely. Deep in the mass she could see small bumps, little bigger than the head of a large pin, but shiny and dark. Pearls, black ones, and they were hers. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. It was so strange to know that her body now produced a stone.

Holly said little about it, and they slowly returned to their routines. Eventually even returning to their lovemaking as the pain ebbed and Lori’s libido demanded the attention.

Still, Holly was acting oddly, and was often absent for longer than normal as she did her duties about the farm. Lori chalked this up to the need to prepare for the coming winter and cooler weather that had already crept in.

Holly said little of her duties, save to update her on Mary’s condition, which now seemed to include a stint as an egg-layer as well. Seemed the farmer thought she should have the extra duties after so many months of being in heat. Whether Mary cared or not was uncertain, as her mind continued in its addled state by the constant heat she was under. Holly reported that she was quite the layer though, the most productive one on the farm now. Most of the other cows had the change forced on them too, leaving all of them laying eggs in addition to their milking. For some reason Holly didn’t seem to be pleased with this news, no matter how much she enjoyed her own daily laying.

Lori just nodded and shed another tear for the woman who had tried to save her. She wondered if she’d ever even see her again, let along see the sparkling personality that she’d once had. If they could ever talk, what would she say? How would she apologize for getting her friend turned into this?

Holly seemed to read her mind, and comforted her, telling her it wasn’t her fault. The farmer was to blame, not her. And someday? He would reap his own rewards.

Lori hoped so, but she feared karma wouldn’t catch up to him.

Chapter 17: Endings

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity around the farm as the two officers took statements, checked on the women, and made sure that everyone was okay. Holly showed back up the next morning with an ankle bracelet, not unlike the one that Lori had worn for so long. Despite the new device, she was able to move around the farm and set it quickly back to rights, returning some semblance of order to things. The farm still needed to operate, even as their futures hung in the balance.

Autumn was almost over, but there were still mild days and the last of these came with a meeting of the entire farm. All the women were there, most still naked having long ago accepted their new bodies, even those whom the farmer had kidnapped. They had grudgingly grown accustomed to their new forms, and like Lori didn’t believe there was any point in expecting to return to a normal life.

Those transformed in such a way as to lose their voices, either as mooing cattle like Mary, or as silk weavers like Lori, found notepads gave them voice again. Something each cherished deeply after so many months without. Their primitive signs and gestures now replaced with scribbled words that any could understand.

They gathered that warm autumn afternoon to decide their own fates. They gathered in groups, each to their own kind, but Lori remained the odd one out. The spider women and sheep women, the bovine. Each faced challenges in returning to the world. Some might pass for human with simple adjustments to clothes, others would never be able to hide all the changes. Mary’s massive hips and udder were certainly going to never allow her to pass as normal again.

Looking around Lori got to see how varied the women were, some sporting multiple breasts, others udders, and some like herself had both.  The spider women had the same cunt-faces she had, their

delicate spinnerets still working on threads, while the sheep women were getting quite fluffy from their knees to their necks.

They sat and listened to Holly present the state of the farm, the options that the officers laid out to them, and the realities that faced them. The farm was well off, both in terms of provisions, and things to sell. Once they got the permits cleared properly, of course. Murmurs and grumbles abounded as each woman took in the information and processed what it would mean for her.

The one thing that was clear was that Gerald and his four sons were not going to ever bother them again.

Officer Tucker and her partner, Sergeant Mimms, worked the crowd, slowly getting all the women to agree to stay a part of the operation. It was a heavy lift, particularly among the kidnapped victims, but the reality dawned on each as they faced return to society. Without the tyrant farmer, they instead faced a chance to live their lives here without fear. Even the other kidnapping victims agreed that returning to society wasn’t going to work, though they relished getting back to being able to write and read again, not to mention the promise of televisions in their rooms.

Holly, would face sentencing though, and that left Lori fretting about what would happen to her and their relationship.

*** *** ***

After the meeting had ended and the sun sank low, Lori got the courage up to face Mary. She found her friend waiting, her large hips splayed on the soft grass under an apple tree in the last rays of the sun, the cool breeze just starting to blow. Mary gave a low moo, welcoming her old friend, her eyes sad as Lori sat down beside her.

They both shivered a little as they faced each other. Neither having a voice now to say what they wanted, but what each needed to say.

It was Lori’s pen that moved first. ‘Can you ever forgive me?’ She scrawled across the paper, handing it to her friend.

Mary looked a long time at the paper, a few tears falling on the page. She scribbled something of her own on it and returned it to Lori. Then she reached around her friend. It was a hug that Lori had longed for, and she returned the affection.

It was only after they released their embrace that she was able to read the small note left on her pad.

‘I already have.’ That was all Mary had written. It was enough. Lori’s eyes teared up once more, happy that Mary could be so generous to her.

*** *** ***

Holly’s sentence was handed down quickly. Two-thousand hours of community service running a home for abused women. It just so happened that the home would be the farm, and the women of it were her charges.

Under her management life on the farm returned to its clockwork precision, but for themselves instead of for the grasping farmer. Retrofitting the barns into comfier living quarters became a priority, and the promise of books and televisions quickly materialized for the women who took to them. Games too, and soon several bridge teams were set up. Many of the women played cards on the long cold nights while milking their udders under the table.

Good fortune saw them through. The farm’s assets were in her possession now by temporary judicial order, and they had a wealth of goods and funds for which to take care of the women. Once they had reestablished their legal production, the farm would easily be self- sufficient.

A delivery of clothes came, and Holly distributed the fabric articles among the women based on their changes. Though most women preferred nudity now, there was acknowledgement that for some things they were useful. Cold weather was one, but the expected influx of construction workers was another. A few women would also have to deal with the locals, setting up and arranging deliveries of goods they needed. Two, Melinda and Gail, took these jobs, having the benefit of being among the most human-like.

By the spring, there were permits to sell the agricultural products, and the farm began to turn a profit using the lucrative markets that Gerald and his boys had set up for their products. The spider silk was especially valuable, but it was the milk and eggs that were the mainstay of the farm. The honey and wool just added to the variety of items they could sell.

The workers had also come to renovate, and despite several admonishments to have the women leave them alone and hide themselves, more than a few took the opportunity to get a nice deep dicking from a few of them while in a dark room or behind a building. None of the workers seemed to ever say anything, and none of the women seemed inclined to complain. After all, many had been without a man for several years, and most weren’t interested in other women. One or two of the workers also became regular side visitors after the fact, enjoying a role servicing several of the needier women. Mary was among these as she desperately tried to keep her perpetual heat under control.

Lori had a special role one she had found herself able to produce black pearls, and she contributed three of them to the new co-op at Christmas. The reaction had been so positive she had even agreed to implant again, despite the pain it caused. Holly had been very gentle though and insisted that she didn’t need to do this if she didn’t want to.

If anything, Lori’s biggest sadness was how busy Holly had gotten. She waited patiently for her lover to return to her bed, but it was often well after dark when she returned, tired and sore. Their love making was less frequent, but no less enjoyable. Lori hoped that soon others would pick up some of the work so that Holly would return to her arms more often.

*** *** ***

Officer Tucker and Sergeant Mimms dropped in regularly over the months. They checked on the farm, performed the parole checks on Holly’s community service, and quietly made discrete changes to the reports to ensure that things best kept quiet didn’t make the papers, and the women didn’t become a national spectacle.

One day, as summer set in, they surprised everyone by bringing along two special friends.

Lori found herself impressed by the mountain of a man, Charlie by name, that climbed out of the SUV that afternoon. All muscle, and made rather literally of stone. She fanned herself just a little at the idea of him taking her. It was a little funny to see him put on a pair of glasses when trying to read fine print on some documents.

His wife, Jenny, was a stunning, dark-haired, and winged woman with a long tail that flicked about constantly. She too looked to carved of stone, but of the finest marble where her husband looked more akin to a boulder come to life.

The sight of her drove the idea of seducing Charlie right out of the head of every woman on the farm, as her ethereal beauty made most feel homely next to her. Even so, it was clear that Charlie only had eyes for her.

After the initial visit, the couple came by occasionally to help. Each of them was incredibly strong and the herd, as the women continued to

call themselves, greatly appreciated that extra help with work around the farm.

It helped that they were both very kind and accepting of the women. They chatted happily with the various women. It seems they’d found their own troubles some time ago with some formulas from the very same scientist whom Gerard had stolen from. Sadly, any notes the scientist had on reversing the changes were gone after an explosion many years ago.

Gerard’s fate was a constant talk among the women too. Eventually they learned he, and his sons, faced trial for charges of kidnapping, selling unlicensed agricultural goods, and practicing medicine without a license to name a few. A few of the women testified, but most just wrote out sworn statements. By the end of things, each received a sentence and significant fines and forfeitures. The courts confirmed the ownership transfer of the far over to the victims as compensation for pain and suffering, making each woman an equal share owner of the co-op. The herd celebrated that, but it wasn’t because they needed the windfall, but rather that justice prevailed in dealing with the horrible man and his kin. They were getting along just fine without him, and the days slipped by as they continued to enjoy the fruits of their own labors.

*** *** ***

Eventually the duties waned and Holly returned to Lori’s arms more often, and they stayed together in the small house that they had made into a home. They lived simply, quietly, and contentedly. The sex was great, the companionship was good, and she was happy. While Lori occasionally missed her old life, even wondering what happened to Martin, she wasn’t really worried about it. It all paled in comparison to what she’d ended up winning in the end. Someone who cared more about her than what she looked like, or what she produced.

Still, looking at herself, she did wish she hadn’t needed to end up with the butt end of an ant to find such happiness.