By the time we got on the plane that next day, protests had formed outside both the zoo and the hospital, demanding a release of the animal people and honest answers as to what was going on. People on the plane were too engrossed with news stories and YouTube videos to notice the noisy sex Lorraine and I were having in the bathroom.
“Ah, it feels so good to be home,” said Lorraine as we pulled up Elise’s driveway.
A stampede was heard as we got out of the car, but not a stampede of cattle. We looked to the barn, having only a moment’s warning before a wave of grabbing arms and tearful eyes swept over us. I was knocked to the ground, my four girls on top of me, all of them crying.
“Shhh, girls, it’s ok. I’m here now. I missed you too.”
“Master, we want to go home!” she all begged.
“What?”
“Momo doesn’t want to work on a farm anymore!” Momo cried.
“I hate getting up before dawn!” Sonja added.
“I’m so tired!” Chloe sobbed.
And of course, Leah cried while frantically nodding her head.
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I laughed. “Oh, I missed you girls. Don’t worry, we’ll go home. I just need to speak with Elise first and get your things.”
Next to me, Lorraine was buried under a mountain of man muscle.
I got up and the girls followed me into the house, where Elise was waiting in the dining room, doing paperwork.
“Hey, welcome back,” she said.
“It’s great to be home, and I’d say our mission was a success.”
“It’s not over yet. I’m still trapped in my house and I need to have all the collected milk picked up.”
“Well, you can always let Lorraine move back in, she can speak on your behalf.”
“I really don’t want any of my bulls turning.”
“That’s just a risk you’ll have to take. I need to get these girls home. I have until next week when I’m expected back at work, so tomorrow, I’ll call the CDC and try to get the ball rolling.”
“Well you’ll be happy to know that your girls were a big help.”
“Thanks again for looking after them.”
“They certainly earned their keep.”
“Momo smells like hay and cow poop,” my cat whined.
We loaded my luggage and the girls’ belongings into my car, followed by strapping our mattress onto the roof. I drove us home, each of us giving a sigh of relief when we finally stepped through that door.
My cock slid through Leah’s throat, making her whimper in bliss. Her enjoyment was also due to the two sets of lips on her nipples, Momo and Chloe sucking on her breasts and savoring her flavor. It could have also been from Sonja’s tongue slipping between the lips of her pussy, sampling her nectar, her salamander sweat, and the semen I had just emptied into her. Leah was on her back, her head hanging off the mattress. I was looking down at her exposed throat, her trachea and the muscles quivering as she gargled on my manhood. I was holding her head steady, keeping it in place as I had my way with her.
After a few minutes, I pulled out of her, leaving Leah’s face covered in a foamy mix of saliva and sperm. Immediately, my cock found its place in Momo’s mouth, the nympho cat greedy as ever. She licked me clean and then turned around with her rear in the air, presenting herself. I took her from behind, but instead of simply mounting her and grabbing her hips, I raised one leg, letting me lean over her. I grabbed one of her breasts and stuck my fingers in her mouth. She sucked them gluttonously, running her tongue between them and soaking my hand. I kneaded her breasts with a forceful grip, using just a little more strength than I usually would. Momo was blushing, her eyes swimming, drunk on sexual pleasure after being denied it for so long. She came almost immediately, but I didn’t stop, continuing to violate her and force her to experience orgasm after orgasm until I had one of my own.
With Momo down for the count, I sat on the bed and looked at Chloe. “Come here, sweetheart,” I said.
“Master!” she whimpered with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.
She crawled over to me and I kissed her, just a soft peck at first, then with a little more energy. Our tongues wrapped around each other, flitting inside each other’s mouths. I invited her to sit on my lap, cradling her small body, my arms wrapped around her and my fingers running along the edges of her ears. At the foot of the bed, Sonja was watching us with her tail wagging. She was being very patient but I could hear her beginning to whine in jealousy. I would certainly have to reward her good behavior.
I turned Chloe around, her slender back against my chest. I worked myself inside her, penetrating her slit.
“Master,” Chloe gasped, feeling me buried in her down to the base.
Since I was sitting cross-legged, rather than thrusting into her, I simply gyrated my hips, keeping the depth while I stirred her up. She began to whimper as I toyed with her nipples, and even began to buck as I tickled her clitoris. I kissed and licked her neck, savoring the taste of her soft white skin. My arms were wrapped around her, enveloping her in my warmth. Like Momo, she was becoming intoxicated with lust, her mouth open and lewd tears streaming down her face. Seeing her expression, Sonja was now tense with jealousy. She wanted to be loved so intensely, to have her mind drowned with pleasure.
Chloe’s voice cut through the air like a whistle, her body convulsing from the waves of bliss rushing through her. As I had with Momo, I didn’t let up my attack, instead striking while the iron was hot and continuing to stimulate her. Again and again she came, but I didn’t stop until she finally passed out. I laid her next to Momo and turned to Sonja.
“Come here, puppy dog.”
I leaned in and we began to kiss, her tail spinning like a turbine. She thought I was going to invite her onto my lap, but instead I laid her on her back. She was panting in excitement, her breasts heaving. True, Betty had her outclassed, but Sonja’s breasts were home to me. She giggled as my tongue teased her delicate skin, causing her nipples to point out. I held her breasts together and nuzzled them with my face, using them as my playground. Sonja wrapped her arms around my head, holding me close, refusing to let me go. My fingers slipped inside her, finding her already soaking wet. She had been anxiously waiting for this.
I knew all of her special spots, everywhere to probe to make her happy. She was so soft, her muscles loosening, as if receding from my touch. I wiped my fingers off on her nipples and licked it back off, giving each supple point all of the love and attention it deserved. Sonja knew what was coming, and it was tantalizing enough for her to finally release me. She groaned in happiness when I penetrated her, my member kissing the depths of her womanhood. She wrapped her legs around me, but instead of simply driving into her then, I lifted her hips and moved her over so that her head was hanging off the edge of the bed like Leah’s had been, almost to the floor, with her long, floppy dog ears dangling. Held at that angle, her gargantuan breasts sloped towards her face, obstructing her view.
“Master?”
I didn’t answer her, instead beginning my assault on her cervix. She cried out, louder than she normally would. She tried to look over her breasts at me but couldn’t, and her mind begged for visual information in the face of such overwhelming pleasure. Unable to see me, see me slamming into her, it heightened the sensations and their intensity. All she could do was moan, moan and try to maintain her sanity through the overwhelming bliss. As I drilled her, my eyes were focused on her chest. Her bent back exposed her ribs, like a set of stairs leading to her tits. I wanted to nibble on them, just a little play bite, but the angle didn’t work. I’d have to save it for later. Instead, I simply let my tongue tickle the underside of her breasts. Dogs didn’t have a good sense of time, a problem that still persisted with Sonja and was exasperated by her current predicament. She didn’t know how long I fucked her, whether it was seconds, minutes, or hours. She didn’t even know how many times I made her cum, but finally, when her moans stopped, I lifted her back into bed and tucked her in.
I turned to Leah, still awake and eager to go another round.
“How about we take that hot bath I suggested?”
“I need to speak with whoever is in charge of the New York investigation, it’s urgent.”
I was in the city of Portland, using a prepaid cell phone to call the CDC. It was probably the first time in years that someone used a prepaid phone for non-drug and rape business. It had taken an annoyingly long time, but I finally got an actual person to talk to me.
“I’m sorry, but we are not accepting civilian calls in regards to current CDC business.”
“Those zoo animals were transformed from animals into people. I was the one that caused it. Tell the guy in charge to check the security cameras. I was present at every recorded transformation.”
I hung up the phone, nervous as could be but pretty proud of myself. I felt like I was in one of the Bourne movies. I was sitting on a park bench, and after five minutes of waiting, the phone began to ring.
“My name is Dr. Lawrence. I’m told you have some information for me.”
“By now you should know that those people aren’t normal ‘people’. They’re not wearing costumes, they’re not on drugs, they’re animals that have become people. On the security footage, the transformation happened in only a second. The first one that appeared was a chinchilla man.”
“Ok, you have my attention.”
“I don’t know what to call this phenomenon, but it’s been happening for months.”
“You’re saying the zoo isn’t an isolated incident?”
“Several animals around me have transformed and I want to keep them safe. The zoo was on purpose. I wanted the world to see what was going on so that we wouldn’t just be snatched up and swept under the rug. Spending the rest of our lives in a government lab was a real concern.”
“I think you’ve watched a few too many movies. Can you start from the beginning?”
“It started in July. I woke up to find my cat had turned into a woman. In August, I took in a stray dog, and after a few weeks, it was the same thing. I woke up with a dog woman in my bed. I moved to a more remote location to keep them headed, and in October, a mouse living in my woodshed transformed over the night. Sometime after a deer in the woods around my house transformed and ended up freezing to death before we could find her. And just recently, a cow transformed after being next to her for a few minutes. After that, I learned how to make happen on command, starting by transforming a salamander.”
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