The loud speaker reverberated from the low roof of the small airport’s waiting room. The crowd of twenty-one young people, college age and bursting with good spirits and anticipation of a vacation at the just opened high slopes and trails of the Cariola Ranch, gave a raucous cheer. Some had, of course, had frequent recourse to their smuggled hip flasks — well out of sight of the group of four chaperones — but none were in other than a good mood, no fighters, no grousers.
“Well, Sam, let’s go,” said one pretty girl to her dark-haired buddy, a slightly taller and almost as good looking a girl.
“Sure, Bridie, sooner on, better seats,” replied the tall one in her usual curt manner. Bridget Connor and Samantha Woolens moved as travellers long practiced at boarding airplanes, and — since both came from homes far from their college — they might well have been, even though train travel was a good deal cheaper — probably more comfortable, too. At any rate, they were first aboard the DC-3 and struggled with their duffel bags up the slanting floor to two side-by- side seats just abaft the starboard wing. Travel by air was a new experience for some — nay, most — of the students and they were excited and somewhat frightened by the idea and by the slim boarding ladder and the interior, gloomily lit by small bulbs. This was not one of the premium aircraft of a less than premium airline. Well, even fairly wealthy parents did not really want to lay out a lot of money just after a depression to afford their “spendthrift” offspring with luxury travel. Had it not been for the relatively short vacation and the distance involved, the students and their guardians would have traveled by rail, available at rates cheaper than the cheapest airline.
There were squeals and comments on the sloping floor of the craft, and some mishaps with the bulky bags some of them had insisted on bringing.
“Now, Maria, you know you were told not to load your bag so heavily. There is a weight limit, you know.”
“Oh, Mrs. Bremmer, I tried, but I had to have some clothes for after the cold weather skiing in the Rockies, didn’t I? And I asked that nice, tall pilot with the blue eyes...so handsome...” she breathed deeply, a typical reaction of many of the girls to the chief pilot. A few of the boys felt an odd distaste of the man and his attitude, so patronizing toward their flaunted masculinity and sneering at the girls’ flirting. The pilot struck a very few of them as strangely effeminate.
This matter of proper weight allowances was a long-standing discussion between Mrs Bremmer — who taught physics and math — and this student, one of the so-called brightest in her classes.
“Oh, well, the pilot or the second pilot will tell us if we have overweighed the ‘plane, I expect,” Mrs Bremmer sighed. She went aft to take her seat with the sole male chaperon, Mr Hughlett, a former teacher of French and Spanish, now an administrator. (This was a small, private, struggling college, so professors had to double up — but the college graduated young men and women who were snapped up by businesses and by other educational institutions.) The college president was out raising funds to repay a loan for this trip at the moment!
There were very liberal rules, so boys and girls were expected to pair off to the extent possible with more girls than boys,, and except for Bridie and Sam — Bridget and Samantha — who were the odd couple, they did so with beams of encouragement from all four chaperons. Not to mention the unmentionable, the two faculty members —
“Please fasten your seat belts. The stewardess will assist you. Please hold up your hands if you are having trouble.” The pilot’s voice was loud, then soft as the communication system fluctuated in volume. Two of the chaperons, Miss Jeanne Albers and Miss Maureen Kendall, young and pert looking in their thirties, looked at each other in consternation.
“D’you think a plane with such a bad PA system is safe to fly, Ally?” asked Kendall of her buddy and room-mate. (Yes, instructors had to double up on accommodation, too. That was fine with these two closeted individuals.)
“Oh, I think so, Kenny. The CAA wouldn’t certify it if it was unsafe, huh?”
“I guess so,” replied Kenny, dubiously. She settled back in her seat, her belt well fastened and her legs braced. There was a roar as the two engines were revved, but they were not about to take off, for the stewardess, another tall, smooth faced woman with a roguish look, paced down the aisle, looking at each seat’s occupant and their now fastened seat belts.
“Hey, Ally,” murmured Kenny as the stewardess passed on down to aisle, “That one’s a girly girl, huh?” In a whisper in Ally’s ear, “Gee, gal, I couldn’t go for a man to save myself!”
Ally knew just what she meant. She simply grinned a bit and turned her attention to the book she opened. She was not nearly as cool as she tried to convey, for the next few moments were spent in trying to locate her place without being obvious about it
The stewie walked gracefully back up the aisle, hips swaying provocatively, and Ally felt a hint of a twitch at her groin.
Whew, what a hottie!
The engines revved once more and the plane began to move, to the accompaniment of squeals from the novice air travellers, and grunts of male reassurance from the minority of males who had decided to take the trip. Four were what would much later be called “hunks,” but the remainder of the ten boys were slightly more attractive than average...not screen stars, though.
After what Carol Bremmer and David Hughlett thought was an inordinately long take-off run, — they were both urging the plane upward with body English — the plane lifted sluggishly into the air and began circling for altitude. Hughlett wiped his brow in an expression of mock relief.
“Carol,” he said in a low voice, “are you sure the weights were within reason?”
“Oh, David, I did check, and except for that nitwit Maria Chisholm, they all were, and a few were sufficiently under their weight allowance to compensate for my favorite mist-brain.”
“Hmm. Mist-brain she might be, but she sure knows how to throw that SA around, doesn’t she?”
“Well, David...we are a liberal arts college, we encourage liberality in thought, word and...”
“...deed. Um-huh! She is certainly liberal with it, but so are a few others. Noticed our two young fellow chaperones, have you?” “Now, David. Personal aberrations are condoned, if not encouraged, at Chelton College. Those two do not flaunt, as you complained about Maria Chisholm. I think they’re rather sweet, don’t you, really?”
“Sweet they may be, but on each other, and untouchable by we of the stronger sex.”
“Stronger sex my foot! Go somewhere else, David...see, there’s the seat next to Chisholm open. Give her a try, why don’t you, with that ‘stronger sex’ nonsense.”
“Okay, see how I make out!”
“Good God! I was kidding! David, that rule, ‘no social intercourse between faculty and students,’ still pertains, liberal college or no.” David smiled and moved, to bend over Maria and apparently ask if he might sit with her. She must have acquiesced, for he sat down and they began a spirited conversation. Caroline opened her own book and grinned a very private grin at David’s “masculine superiority.” She’d certainly show him if she ever had the chance!
* * * * *
The plane had droned on for what seemed to the restless few of the travellers who were not asleep like hours when the definitely feminine voice of the second pilot came over the loud speakers.
“Please fasten your set belts. Smokes out, please! We have a slight spot of trouble, and the ride may be rough. For a moment or two.” There was a slight hint of strain in her voice.
The plane jolted and began a rapid descent, then, with a roar of engines, began to climb steeply back to its previous altitude. The elevator-like descent came again, for longer this time.
The frightened passengers heard some distorted conversation from the loud speakers, but as the voices seemed to convey no fright in the face of this scary occasion, they paid little attention when the voices suddenly came clear.
“Okay, there’s the mesa, we can make it.“
”Hm. Maris, the engines are quitting...dammit!”
“Sweets, don’t they always at this point?”
And the engines went silent as the plane, not built to glide, began a rapid descent once again, but this time nose pointing down as the pilot fought for air speed.
The travellers held their breaths, screamed or fainted, according to their personalities. Kenny and Ally clasped each other, as did Sam and Bridie. Some of the girls grabbed the nearest man, and as there were only ten men to the fifteen girls, that led to some threesomes, tightly knotted for a few moments. The three chaperones in the rear of the plane were calling to the students to bend forward and hold their heads against the seat back in front of them. David Hughlett had his arms around the limp body of Maria Chisholm, who had fainted. He was cowering between their seats, bracing himself for what he clearly thought was going to be a crash. There was no sign of the stewardess.
The plane leveled, slewed and settled as the pilots popped the flaps and swept swiftly but fairly smoothly along the fortuitously level surface, although the passengers could hear the burr of overloaded brakes and a smell of burning rubber.
Instinctively the conscious ones raised their feet, and those more thoughtful of their friends tried their best to raise the unconscious ones’ legs. David Hughlett had lifted Maria into his curled up thighs on the seat, so that his legs, braced against the forward seat-back, were close against her back while her face was pressed against his. He kissed her unthinkingly, and in the circumstance, felt an entirely inappropriate regidity in his boxers.
The plane ground to a halt, slewing sideways and stopping with its right side hard against a bluff of granite. The right wing crumpled alarmingly along the side of the aircraft.
“Please leave the plane immediately by the left door, you’ll have to jump down four feet,” came the pilot’s voice, as the second pilot and the stewardess appeared at the door to the cockpit. The two urged the awakening fainters and the rest to unfasten their seat- belts, grab all their appurtenances and get out through the now open door at the rear of the fuselage. The plane’s body was so slanted that the floor of the plane sloped closest to the ground at the rear, a hard, sun-baked, sandy expanse.
Strangely enough, there were no injuries, save to a few students’ amour propre. Maria, who had awakened to find herself embraced by her very smooth instructor, began to swoon again just from the excitement, but David shook her and spoke roughly to awake her to the situation.
“Maria, we are in trouble, and you cannot faint or be foolish, now! There is not time,” he barked.
“Oh, Mis-ter Hughlett You saved my life!” she gushed, looking at him adoringly. David began to have second thoughts about his momentarily conceived idea of a quick ‘romance” with this all too well described “mist-brain.”
The pilot and the stewardess, looking strangely very like two sisters, stepped forward.
“Men over here, women there,” directed the stewardess in a low contralto, assuming command. The pilot looked stern agreement. To David’s mild surprise, the two sets of practically acknowledged lesbians moved to the women’s side, bringing the female total to eighteen, the men to eleven.
The two groups drifted uncertainly apart, not quite sure what such a separation implied or portended. Maria Chisholm very reluctantly let her firm grip of David Hughlett’s hand relax as she moved to join Sam, Kenny and the rest of the fifteen women, now being marshalled by the second pilot who reappeared from the plane’s forward hatch and seemed to David to look now like another “sister” to the pilot and stewardess. All three were tall, good looking and rather muscular for women,. That pilot is just like the two others, they’re all three alike, David Hughlett briefly thought.
The stewardess stood now between the eleven men and the eighteen women, looking imperiously from right to left. The two groups were not far apart, although definitely separate. For some reason the men and women did not seem in any way as “chummy” as they had been at the departure lounge. In fact, most looked at the other group with suspicion and growing antagonism, almost as if each though the other at fault for their situation.
“You are all safe. Please follow me and do not think anything is strange. You have been privileged to become part of Cariola. You will live here.”
“What the hell is ‘Cariola?’” barked David. “What do you mean, ‘live here?’”
The woman looked at him and he found his tongue locked in his mouth. His struggle to speak was plain to the rest of the group. She didn’t need to state the obvious.
“Cariola wants you. You will be prepared for admission in a few moments. The process is not harmful, although you may experience some odd feelings. You will find that you will be quite happy in Cariola, happy in your new life.”
“And of what does this new life consist?” sked Carol Bremmer, placatingly. “I am only interested, accepting your word.”
“You will discover that as your processing progresses. Nothing will hurt, so let’s begin.
“Oh, we...well...are...that is.... This is Maris...” — that’s what it sounded like — she indicated the first pilot, “...and this is Tota, we’re intakers. I am Mabona Now, follow me, please.”
Maria turned to her nearest neighbor, Bridie, and murmured,
“What very odd names, aren’t they?” She felt Bridie shiver, although she was not touching her, and she felt a very strange attraction to the tall trio of whom Mabona was their present guide.
Several others began a frightened protest, but their mouths clamped as the women moved slowly forward toward the stewardess. David, silent, led the men’s group for the simple reason that the others followed him.
The stewardess touched Maria’s head, and the girl smiled, her mouth slowly widening into what appeared to be a broad grin, a happy grin, almost ecstatic. She looked adoringly at Mabona and it was obvious that she had been smitten. Her mouth opened just a little and she began to pant ever so slightly, as though very warm.
. * * * * * *
The prisoners — David’s thoughts moved very slowly, but that’s what he thought they now were — were herded quietly into a long line inside the rock, a large room. There they were confronted with what seemd entirely unfamiliar, but wer actually low vable beds, or gurneys. They were instructed to lie supine on them.
Each did so, their three captors withdrew, and a mist floated slowly into the place. David, alarmed and frightened, tried not to breathe, but that was impossible and he and the rest passed into a dreamless sleep, a time they never afterward could remember.
* * * * * *
Davi awoke conscious that something was different — his name was as he remembered (a passing thought), but he was puzzled, he had a feeling that he should know those around him, yet he recognized not one of the twenty-eight others. Where had he awakened? Where was the herd? He was very hungry and thirsty, but found that his wants and those of the others had been anticipated. As they rose from their cots — moved while they slept, yet they all knew they’d gone to sleep here — there was visible a short distance from them a long table with seats for their number plus three. No one made a sound as they moved to the table, although each might have been as conscious of the unvoiced command to eat and drink as was Davi.
The group fell upon the food as one organism and were soon replete without having actually eaten or drunk very much. Many viands and beverages remained on the table.
Bridie felt very strange. There was something wrong, although she had no sense of worry, but she got an impression that she was waiting for something, something that would be very important to her, although otherwise she felt rather numb. Her body responded to her requirements, but it moved in a sluggish way, and her thoughts seemed slow and confused. She looked around her for someone she knew, but although she was looking straight at three girls, two with whom she’d been in classes, as well as at Samantha, she recognized no one. Ah, well, wasn’t this all right? When she’d gone to sleep...where was it she had awakened? She knew she was okay, but it didn’t feel right. Wearing a puzzled frown, she asked the nearest person, Davi,
“Do you know my name?” Now that,?? she decided muzzily, was not what I intended to ask. “No, my name is Davi, though. Does that help any?” That was as dumb a response as I’ve ever made, he thought.
“No-o, but do you know where we are?” That’s what I meant to ask in the first place.
“I think,” said Davi, a little puzzled by this woman’s...? female’s...ignorance, “That we’re at Cariola.” Sheesh! This one’s dumb as bread.
“What’s that?” asked Bridie, innocently. Doesn’t this dumb male know where we are?
Davi’s reply was interrupted by a penetrating sound from all around which caused those few of the still hungry to stop eating and sit straight behind their plates, as did the rest.
“You will pass through the two arches in the wall...” The frames of two doorways were lit with flickering lights, one pale blue, one green.
The men walked slowly to the doorway marked in green without further prompting, the girls toward the pale blue flickering. No one said anything, although Davi was thinking Men belong to blue, don’t they?
The two lines passed through the doorways, men and girls disappearing from each others’ view.
Bridie, still slightly puzzled that she could not recall her name, was first in line. As she passed a doorway on her right she suddenly felt a strong impulse — why she did not know — to enter it. She found herself in a room with four machines along one wall, padded, odd looking chairs with straps in front of each. For some reason she felt no fear, no curiousity, but she sat in the chair as though quite accustomed to such a contraption and pulled the straps, apparently anchored to the floor, around her thighs and tightened them with the buckle and slip bar until they were snug but not cutting off her circulation. Then she just sat there and waited until she was told to do something, or something happened.
Three more women entered,, one by one, and sat, as had Bridie. One was a little dark haired girl Bridie now vaguely recognized as Mari-something — no, not Maris, Mari — ah...was that her name? — as the machines moved from the wall — there was no one else in the room that she could see, not that she cared — and came very close to each of them. Bridie had wanted to ask Mari ah what her name was, but her attention was now fixed on her machine, so she did not notice that the others were doing exactly the same. The large round depressions on the front of the machine seemed to be flexible and they felt very nice to have pressed against her small breasts.
A light suction positioned the cups firmly over her little pink nipples and the wide surfaces of the cups plastered themselves close against her breasts. A sudden sensation of tiny pin-pricks on her breasts almost made her jump, but at the same time she felt something very moist and slippery stroking between her legs. That she felt all too well, opening her thighs to the gentle but insistent pressure, finally relaxing her tense muscles and slowly becoming aroused. Her labia opened to the gentle probing and she felt a tremendous thrill throughout her body as something slithered slowly and sensually into her vagina.
Despite the nice feeling, this embrace was slightly frightening Bridie, for, if she had felt little before, she felt almost too much now. She did wonder at what point she had been undressed, but that thought passed away as her body was massaged, her excitement increasing in carefully measured increments. From the other girls she heard varying sounds, one was almost crying, but it wasn’t a sound of desperation, rather one of mounting pleasure. Bridie hadn’t the inclination to look at her compeers, she was too busy feeling what was being done to her. She writhed happily in her chair, the straps holding her against the penetrating dildo while the saddle began to vibrate under her. Her ass cheeks felt a warm and tender response to the stroking and vibrations, and with a loud moan she climaxed, every muscle in he body tensed and she felt her flooding juices lave th saddle and her cheeks. The dildo slipped slowly from her as she came down from her apogee. Then she sat quite content and passive as the machine began its more important work.
There was a slight feeling of pressure and release, pressure and release, but nothing that hurt. Indeed, Bridie began now to feel the pleasure of her breasts being manipulated, and she could feel a pulling, almost a milking sensation, on her two nipples. Her mind was a happy whirl of post-orgasmic bliss and increasing pleasure from the smooth, constant feeling in her breasts. She had no thought for other than her own pleasure at that moment and for many more to come.
In Davi’s room, where he had been directed by the same type of impulse that sent Bridie to hers, there were himself and two others, Robert and Charlie. Both the others were, or had been, well known to him; Robert a campus leader, rather intellectual, Charlie an extrovert of no mean ability on a computer and the soccer team. They did not speak but remained dumb as they had entered the doorway.
Two low identical machines and another, dissimilar, were in the room, but any resemblance to the machine which was manipulating Bridie was minimal, save for the saddle-like seats. A length of clear tubing dangled from what looked like modified English saddles which were set at about crotch height. Slowly, as though in a dream, Robert and Charlie mounted the saddles with the tubing and settled themselves in their seats. From the front they each raised a soft leather-like helmet and put it over their heads, adjusting them carefully so that their eyes and ears were covered. The tubing, Davi could see, was enclosing their stiffening penises and their scrota. Davi watched this fascinated, but without being able to say a word or move.
As one, Robert and Charlie took what seemed like familiar hold of the wide straps of smooth material, buckling them across their hips and thighs until they were firmly in their seats. Davi watched as they settled into the saddles, and as the tubes of clear material engaged their scrota and penises, engulfing them to the accompaniment of low grunts and moans of pleasure by the men. The tubes undulated , contracting and expanding in a slow rythym as Davi watched , fascinated. He did not realise that his own penis was stiffening to an unaccustomed rigidity. Their pleasure seemed to be enhanced by a device with shallow cups which adhered to their pectorals and moulded themselves there. Davi knew for some reason that he could now speak, and his first utterance was,
“What’s happening to you, guys?”
Davi could not remember which was which but the one who was Robert answered in a melodious contralto,
“O-oh, this is very nice. I’m being stroked inside, scratching my itch.”
“But...it’s Robert, right? Inside? It’s not hurting you?”
“My name’s Berta, you know,” the answer came in an indignant tone. The tone changed to one of pleasure “No-o, it doesn’t hurt. Not at all, you silly! O-oh, that’s so-o nice.” Berta’s body writhed slowly on the saddle, his pecs firmly enclosed by the cups.. Davi turned and saw that Charlie — that had to be Charlie — was performing the same movement.
Davi could see through the semi-transparent material of the cups that Berta’s and...Charlie’s... pectorals began to swell and they writhed on their saddles as their penises and scrota began to dissolve within the tubing while Davi watched, fascinated and horrified. He saw the helmets bulge and saw tendrils of long hair spill rom underneath the head coverings, Berta’s black, the Charlie’s blonde.
Davi’s mind was “prompted” and he turned to see what caused a low hum behind him. The other machine, not at all similar to the first two, rolled toward him without a sound and came to rest before him. This saddle had a hole in the middle which Davi could not quite puzzle out, but he felt as compelled as had the other two to mount the machine and strap himself in firmly. His scrotum fell naturally into the hole, which closed softly upon it at once.
The tender grip around his scrotum, touching every bit of skin, might have warned him that something was about to be changed, had he not been entirely oblivious to all but the induced sensations at that point. His penis became even more rigid, although he felt only a pleasant frisson of arousal.. Without thinking he placed one hand around it and began stroking himself softly, enjoying the sensation as he felt his scrotum being massaged very gently while something slithered into his anus and slowly pressed on up his rectum. A protuberance stroked along his prostate, sending a thrill through his lower body, and causing his thoughts to center on his own satisfaction. He could now see and hear — mostly silence save for the hum of his machine and the pleasure laden groans of his companions — but could not speak, although he did not try, having decided that silence was golden. The grip on his scrotum tightened and relaxed in a steady rythym, but whether it was crushing his testicles or not he did not care. Whatever was happening it was having a decided effect on his penis, for his hand could feel itself being forced open despite the pressure he feebly tried to exert around his shaft.
His groin felt as though it were burning pleasantly — it was incredibly hot but with no pain — and he wanted very much to ejaculate, but the sensation of bliss continued with no sign of approaching climax. Looking down, he saw that he now had a shaft about nine inches long and possibly twice as thick as it had ever been. Rather than ending in a mushroom-like glans, the head of his penis was now a sloping, almost cone-shaped “spear,” made for rapid penetration and easy withdrawal. Dazed by continuing ecstasy, his mind failed to comprehend all that was happening to him.. He could see and feel the changes, looking at them as though they were objects entirely strange to him, feeling the new sensations without quite knowing what they meant, but thoroughly enjoying each and every novel one. He still felt no fear or anything but what the machine produced in his nerves and mind.
Berta and “Charlie” were by this time beginning to moan and gasp as what seemed to be increasing physical ecstasy wracked their bodies. Their eyes were closed, their faces screwed into tortured grimaces, yet their torsos were jerking as though in the last throes of a sexual climax. Davi could see that their penises and balls had entirely disappeared, replaced by a moist set of labia and presumably a fleshy opening of some description. This should of course, have puzzled him, had he been his normal self, but with his senses so stimulated, he had no particular reaction except a fleeting thought that something quite different was happening to him.
Berta gave a great groan and her body jerked free of the saddle as she rose to her feet. So swiftly did she turn toward the doorway that Davi had no time to see exactly what had happened. Charlie was slower, but he had also apparently changed into a female, tall and muscular, with small breasts and nothing obvious between her legs. Davi tried to communicate, but managed only a croak.
“Whur...?” The newly made creature seemed to understand him, though. She smiled with perfect teeth and wide mouth.
“Oh. That was very wonderful, thank you. I am Arlie, I’ll see you later, big boy?’ She walked coquettishly to the door, hips swinging in a perfect parody of womanhood..
Davi was beginning to feel what he thought was approaching climax, yet it never came. He had a sense of a slow let-down and he felt fine, except that he missed the intense sexual sensations he had so recently enjoyed as his body was changed.
He soon rose and walked a bit shakily and rather spraddle-legged to the door. His testicles re-arranged themselves so he was walking a bit more normally as he went down the hall, following the distant figures of two tall persons who he assumed were Arlie and Berta. They certainly moved very like some of the sexier women he vaguely remembered, although he did not know if they were really females.
He noticed their hips swung from side to side and their backs sloped outward to their shoulders from narrow waists. There were definite rounded protuberances under their armpits, seen as they swung their arms slightly, although Davi was too far behind to see whether their breasts were still growing. Davi looked down at himself and saw that his erection had deflated, his penis still long and large but that between his legs was a considerably heavier scrotum than he had possessed before sitting on the saddle. He found that he was walking bent forward slightly to keep from brushing against that ball-sack with his thighs. Otherwise he felt very comfortable, as though the time on that saddle had refreshed him.
It has certainly made me very male, he thought complacently, as the thick and heavy appendage swung lightly across his scrotum.
Bridie rose slowly from her position, the machine having retracted and crept back to the wall opposite her chair. She felt considerably more weight on her chest than she had felt before she sat at the machine, and looking down, she saw that her breasts were now large, almost outragenous Ds, with larger and considerably longer nipples than she thought she’d had. She felt odd in her groin, too, but that was a passing warmish feeling, and she let the thought of that go by as she, with the three other similarly enhanced females, walked down a corridor to suddenly meet a male face to face.
“Oh! You’re the male who couldn’t tell me my name!”
“Yes. Do you know what it is, yet? Is it ‘Hennie?’”
“No-o...I think...I have a funny feeling...that it sounds like ‘birdy,’ maybe?”
“Is it Bride? No, not that...‘Bridie,’ maybe?”
“That...sounds like my name...yes, I think...oh, you are clever!” Davi experienced a quick rush of pleasure and looked more closely at this now named acquaintance. Then he noticed the others — stupid of him not to see them, they were certainly injecting themselves — projecting large protuberances — into his view — and he gasped as he realised just what their forward development looked like to his changed mind. Udders! Certainly those long, thickened nipples could be called nothing but teats, could they?
“And who are these...females
“I think we are named ‘cows,’ but one of these is someone I knew...know...her name is Mari ah. Oh, this is Sami, and that is...this is...”
“I am called a cow, too. I am named Keli.”
Well, he thought, they’re good looking...cows. Looks like they could provide a couple of quarts at a time. I wonder if they taste good? He was not thinking of their teats.
He, or his mind, decided that he was not in a mood to taste any female. There was no thrill of anticipation and he certainly did not feel his dangling maleness stir.
The five of them walked on together, none feeling a particular need to talk now that the subject of names had been settled...at least to Bridie’s satisfaction..
As they turned a corner, they were suddenly in a larger hallway, confronting two tall, seated individuals.
Well, what are these? asked Davi silently.
The two, oddly familiar, were Berta and Arlie, now accoutred, if such they were, in narrow kilts which covered them from navel to upper thigh leaving their upper bodies and legs bare. They did indeed have the narrow waists and broad swimmers’ shoulders which Davi hd seen from behind. Now, from the front, he could see that each had definitely rounded breasts...not, certainly, as large as Bridie’s, but possibly 42Bs, allowing for the breadth of chest of the...females?.
“Wh...who are you? asked Birdie, still, like her old self, irrepressible. Davi thought to ask,
“:What are you?”
“I’m Berta.”
“I’m Arlie. We are members of Cariola’s honor guard.”
“And what does Cariola’s honor guard do? Who does it guard?”
“Why, we stand guard on certain occasions and supervise you cattle. Sometimes we wear uniforms, but not always.”
As they stood, Davi realised with something of a mind shock that he was similarly dressed, wearing a kilt or kirtle that covered him from the upper curve of his belly to halfway down his thighs. He had no idea when or where he had acquired this wide belt, for that was really all it amounted to. His companions wre also belted, or kirtled. Davi later met many uddered females in a certain situation who did not seem to need such a kilt nor feel the lack.
Davi looked the guards up and down. They certainly were attractive, although not, somehow, as attractive to him as were Bridie and the three other females who had appeared with her. None of the females looked in the least like the tall members of the honor guard, although superficially they were all female......perhaps crossed Davi’s mind.
Then the seven of them were walking along the hallway, joined every once in a while in their short journey down the hall and through an arch into a brightly lit room beyond it, where they found themselves in a large hall as part of their original group of twenty-nine, although none of them could now count. Greatly changed, but there were still twenty-nine of them.
A voice came to their ears, speaking from no defined direction.
“Cattle, rest.” There were no seats, but the group obediently squatted in short ireegular lines.
“Guards, line up along the wall.” There seemed to be more than eight of them, Davi thought, and realised Some of those brought us here...?
“Davi, come forward.”
Davi had not thought of the girls or himself as cattle until now, rather as exceptionally endowed females and his wonderfully male self, but he could see now that all the nipples and udders of the squatting females were just the proper size, although the sight left him unaffected. What an odd thought! coursed momentarily through his mind, but he disregarded it.
Normally — in his unremembered previous life as a college administrator — he would have been considerably titillated by the sight of so many luscious mammaries, all pert despite their size.
The guards, too, might once have excited him, but now that they were lined up along the wall he noticed for the first time that they were not acting the way the “cows” were, not snuggling or murmuring to each other as though exchanging gossip, but standing tall and stern. They impresed him, at that moment, as much more masculine than they had seemed before, yet he had a sudden idea that they were not females like the cattle, but rather self lovers. He wondered briefly if they would try to “make it” with the cows.
He moved to what he supposed was “forward” — the way he was facing at the time — to whatever awaited him. The voice resumed.
“Davi, you are the male for these. You wil not interfere with the honor guard, nor they with you. They will only direct you. They are Cariola’s concern. Do you understand?”
“Ye-es, I think so. Who...or what...is Cariola?”
“You need not think. Cariola is ruler, this voice is Cariola.”
“I do not understand.” Davi felt a whiplash of fire in his mind and he was no longer puzzled by who or what Cariola might be.
“You will find that you enjoy the food you are fed. It is in the bins, which the guards can open automatically at feeding times...night and morning...and at certain other times, as they occur. The weather here is pleasant, you may go outside at any time. You will know when it is time to come in.
“Davi, you must be kept separately. Do not question this, Cariola says..” They were all to learn that “Cariola says” was the law.
There were no more announcements, so the Davi and the rest of the cattle wandered out to the green grass and shady trees to which the guards pointed them. Davi noticed that two of the guards came with them, but did not seem to be watching them at all. Instead, the two tall, pretty guards found a soft place where they lay down next to each other.
Davi, whose nose had become sensitive, smelled a new scent, but he soon realised that it was the heat and leaking fluid on one of the guard’s thighs. It was not particularly attractive, but he noticed how sensitive his nasal receptors had become — without of course knowing what “nasal receptors” were. Another guard, however, was stroking the leaking one’s breasts and the two were becoming excited, their bodies moving against each other’s, their mouths pressing more and more urgently together, their hands very busy touching, stroking, fondling, holding each other close in sudden spasms of sexual pleasure. The display was making Davi extremely itchy in his scrotum and he felt his penis engorge and become rigid.
That was not, he knew instantly as Bridie appeared by his side, because of the two guards’ fervor, but because Bridie was smelling delicious...and as he thought that, he desperately needed to taste her. Not her udders, they were for another purpose, but between her thighs, where he could see there was moisture, indeed a thin line of some liquid was sliding down her inner thighs.
“I want...something, Davi.”
“So...do I, Bridie.”
“You...smell so ni-ice, Davi. Can I rub against you?”
“Yes. Let me hold you.” Davi’s mouth was watering, his tongue licking hi lips, saliva starting to drip down his chin as he embraced Bridie’s warm, very warm, body. Her udders pressed into his chest, her stiff teats rubbing across his, exciting them both. His penis brushed against her moist crevice and he started.
“Wassa matter, Davi?” cooed Bridie in a little girl voice.
“Turn...turn aroun’, Bridie, I wanna be behind you an’ rub against you there.”
“O-oh, that’ll be ni-ice, Davi!” As he plaed his penis against her cheeks, she mewed, “Push against me-ee!”
Her voice ascended another octave as Davi’s rigid penis brushed across her cheeks and found the crack between them.
He had a sudden urgent desire. Not quite knowing why, he slapped Bridie across the back of the neck and she bent forward, moaning “Ow!” as he dropped to his knees and began a furious lapping at her cheeks. Bridie, very supplely placing her hands on the floor, remained bent forward, her huge udders and extended nipples dangling as she spread her legs to allow Davi more access.
His tongue, Davi thought, must be very long indeed, for he could reach inside her labia quite easily, and he lapped and lapped at her until she was panting and trying to straighten up. He also felt that he wanted to enter her with another demanding part of his body, so he helped her to straighten as he placed his belly against her curvaceous butt.
A thrill shot through Bridie from her anus to her vagina, and she felt hot, then shivers coursed through her and a pressing need to move her hips from side to side.
Davi felt the heat from Bridie’s body but the sudden movement of her hips frustrated his almost frantic desire to thrust his penis into that warm nook between her legs, For an instant he had felt the slippery moisture of her on his sharp “spearhead” and the sensation was like an electric shock, causing him to pull his hips back and thrust forward again just as Bridie’s hips moved simultaneously so that her labia swung into conjunction with his probing penis. It bent just a little, but the insistence of his thrust and the pressure which Davi exerted at that moment of incipient frustration was such that he slid softly into her and she gasped as the size and heat of his member penetrated to her mind.
She now could do nothing but move forward and back, since Davi’s hands were firmly clasped on her waist, guiding her movements as well as he could control her frenzy. She wanted that thick shaft deep in her, but it felt so good as it slid out and in that she had to continue the odd rotary motion of her lower body, backing into Davi’s belly and pulling away ina twisting motion as he pulled back, ably abetted by Davi’s counter thrusts and withdrawals so that she never lost contact with his penis.
They all too swiftly came to climax together, although Bridie might already have had two, when Davi’s scrotum contracted and sent a great gout of semen into her pulsing vagina.
“Ah, ah, ah, oh muh-my, that is so-so go-od, Dav-dav. Oh, oh! I’m gonna...” and she convulsed once again. Davi did not feel wrung out as he would have were he still completely human, but his penis was softening and he reluctantly began pulling loose from Bridie.
“Oh, Davi, I feel so good, that was wonderful.”
“Bridie, it was indeed.” I wonder if you’re pregnant now.
Davi led Bridie back to the large room, where they found two guards who looked vaguely familiar.
“Do we know you?” he asked, trying to remember where they had encountered these two before. Of course, there was no “before” in any of the former travelers’ minds.
“Yes. We were your first guides to Cariola. Don’t worry, you won’t remember talking with us after these few moments. You have been serviced, Bridie.”
“But we just now mated, Maris!” exclaimed Bridie, who seemed to remember the name of, if not the occasion of meeting, this guard. She was proud of her mating.
“Yes, How did you tell so quickly?” asked Davi, interested, despite his burning desire to know what had been done to them and why they were here. His mind seemed more full of the pleasure and ecstasy of mating with Bridie that it was of sensible questions.
“Oh, we have means. For one thing, Birdie is in heat, and for another, you both smell of sex. But that doesn’t matter. You are here because Cariola thought you a fit group to be her herd, hat’s why. Davi, you are the lucky one. You remained male, and augmented at that, as you’ll need to be with fifteen females to take care of. Bridie is but the first of them to come into heat. You will have a good time with them all. Only a very few will be impregnated from time to time, but most, like Bridie, will simply freshen and give the milk that Cariola craves so much. You no longer need to speak, it makes no sense to have you cattle talking al the time. “You may go along now.” Maris waved a slim hand at them.
Davi and Bridie regarded the two guards with interest as the tall people began to fondle and pet each other. Neither could understand what they were doing, but it did not matter to them, for Bridie decided that she was hungry, and, finding that she could not at the moment interest Davi in more mating, she tugged at his arm to get him to accompany her. Davi shrugged her off.
Davi was too interested in a small, dark haired cow who had wandered into the room, looking down at herself rather than where she was going. . She had large udders too, but unlike Bridie, she was holding them in her hands and making low sounds of pleasure as she moved them around. As Davi watched, she looked up at the same instant as he caught her scent. She was as ready as Bridie had been. He looked around for Bridie, but that cow had gone and he moved to touch the new one...ah, her name was Mari Ah, wasn’t it? Strange name and he had the impression in the back of his mind that she had been strange for some time. Her scent was almost overpowering. Neither said a word, for they could not, but their locking gazes were eloquent.
But strange name or not, strange female or not, there was no misunderstanding what she wanted and apparently needed very badly. Her hips were already rocking back and forth as he placed himself in front of her. She as hastily turned around and bent forward, her butt making little movements from side to side. Ah, she knew what she wanted, how she should get it, too. So did Davi and he proceeded with as much pleasure and abandon as he had with his previous mount. All thought had fled.