Chapter Twenty Six

The sun beamed brightly in a brilliant blue sky, where wisps of clouds scudded on cool breezes.

Liam liked the sun. He stood on a green pasture, Gabby at his side, overlooking a milling herd of lowing heifers. Each of them was naked, beautiful, and visibly pregnant, with swollen stomachs and thick udders leaking milk.

He was naked and swollen too. Swollen with pride and matchless virility, recognizing faces in the crowd. Dixie and Trixie never strayed far, always eager for a rutting. Ruby was also nearby, her enormous tummy brushing the grass as she crawled, too heavy with child to walk upright. She’d likely birth triplets come calving season.

Cousin June, the dirty-blonde farm mechanic, and some cheerful mess hall girls were taking turns milking one another. Suckling and tugging their sore teets to alleviate the building pressure, milk streaming over their baby bumps.

Miss Lily wandered past, emanating the healthy glow of a mother-to-be. Her gravid condition enhanced the mature MILF’s sex appeal. She caught Liam’s gaze, tossed her rich caramel mane, and wiggled her shapely rump invitingly.

There were hundreds of them—saucy hucows of every age, shape, and hue basking in the warm weather under his watchful eye. He was their protector. Their prime alpha. A prize stud who deserved their devotion and owned their wombs.

Best of all, there was Gabby.

His beloved blonde bombshell looked radiant. Her huge belly and creamy tits pressed into Liam’s side, a delicate hand holding his ever-ready erection in a possessive grip as her dazzling blue orbs glittered like captivating gemstones.

“I love you, Daddy. You earned this and much, much more.”

He had, hadn’t he?

She couldn’t be wrong. Gabby was never wrong. If there was one fact Liam was sure of, that was it. His beautiful baby girl would never lead him astray.

Bending, Liam scooped her into his arms for a passionate kiss. Her floral perfume was all he could smell. It felt soothing. Cleansing. Wiping away any tension or woes. Every inhale dragged more of the aroma into his lungs, then his bloodstream, carrying its soporific effect straight to his brain.

He could have spent a lifetime in that moment, where time and space had no meaning.

Just… being. Just… existing.

A carefree leaf riding the currents and eddies of fate.

When he opened his eyes again, they were gone. Liam stood by himself in the deserted pasture, his young lover and herd gone. Utterly alone.

Creeping dread turned to outright terror when the ominous clouds blotted out the sun, and faint music wafted across the empty field—the hissing, piping notes of a steam organ playing carnival tunes.

Turning in place, Liam couldn’t pinpoint the source as the sky grew darker and the music got louder. The jaunty whistles and squeaks rang discordantly in his ears. They stabbed icy daggers into his skull.

He started to run, kicking up clumps of grass as he went. The cacophony followed, rising in volume until he tripped and fell, toppling like a towering oak hewn at the base and…

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Liam awoke in his bed, covered in a layer of sweat. Head pounding, he rose and stumbled toward the communal washroom, desperately thirsty.

His feet were clumsy, misshapen stumps protected by bandages. One of the wrappings caught on a splintered floorboard, tearing off a long strip which trailed behind him. Liam didn't notice, wholly focused on the row of hand basins.

Water flowed with the twist of a handle, and he drank from the faucet. Groaning and sputtering until the gritty dryness plaguing his throat was quenched. Splashing his face, Liam took a second to breathe. He hung his head, gulping in air, then heard it.

The music.

It came from outside, crackling as if played from a scratched vinyl record. Calliope music piped through the farm’s old-fashioned PA system.

The noise dragged fingernails down the chalkboard of his soul. Somehow, it sounded wrong.

Liam locked panicked eyes with his reflection in the washroom mirror and stared in horror.

The creature looking back at him was a grotesquely over-muscled giant with an immense bony protrusion jutting out above each ear, curling up at the ends like those of a Texas Longhorn.

His once-thinning hair now dusted Liam’s broad shoulders in a shaggy brown mop. A thick pelt covered his barrel chest. In fact, all his body hair had taken on a dense fur-like quality. Thankfully, his face was still recognizable behind the anvil jaw and heavy brow.

“Huh?!”

The damn music drove pickaxes into Liam’s mind as he fought to reconcile the changes. He foundered for the exit, toddling on unfamiliar feet. Not feet, the torn bandage unraveled to expose a cloven hoof.

“No… nooo…”

The sunshine outdoors was welcoming. The scene that greeted him was less so.

A parade float garlanded in flower wreaths, rustic bunting, colorful streamers, and hay bales sat in the main yard like a shrine to a harvest goddess.

Standing before it in neat rows were the cousins. The cohort of vivacious young country girls who managed the farm's day-to-day operations and guided the hulking male workers about their duties.

Liam hadn’t realized there were so many. Over a hundred of them were sorted by rank and file like soldiers at attention, outfitted in lab coats over summer dresses. Their spines straight, shoulders back, and chests puffed out in pride.

Upon the raised platform stood Miss Lily, finely attired in a pink cotton gown from a bygone era. Layered skirts hung to her ankles, concealing a homespun petticoat, while a white linen apron covered her front. She wore a wide-brimmed bonnet in place of her Stetson, her caramel hair tied into a bun.

“...pleased to confirm my darling daughter Gabriella as my successor as CRO of Cottonwood Industries Ltd. She will continue the cutting-edge breakthroughs in gene therapy and behavioral conditioning for which our company name has become synonymous.”

The matronly MILF held a microphone, pontificating. At the same time, Gabby stood demurely by her side, similarly dressed in an eggshell blue gown, eyes downcast, and her dainty hands clasped before her waist.

No bonnet hid Liam’s baby girl’s brilliant blonde tresses, which cascaded in curtains of spun silk, glittering under the sunlight. She looked stunning, a show-stealing debutant from yesteryear waiting to be crowned like a beauty queen.

Behind Gabby, Trixie and Dixie flanked Ruby, supporting their older sister, who wavered like a drunken coed on spring break. They, too, were costumed in colonial-period dress. Their skirts flared, and their bustlines stretched to accommodate such **** curves.

The three girls watched the proceedings with resigned expressions. Well, Trixie and Dixie watched. Ruby could barely keep her eyes open. The once-snobbish princess’s apron pulled taut across her bulging stomach.

The nightmare only worsened as Liam staggered forward, covering his ears to ward off the hellish organ music.

Livestock trailers ringed the yard, loaded with human cargo. The farm’s full complement of farmhands were locked within the cages. Packed shoulder-to-shoulder, the burly brutes stood still as statues, staring blankly through the metal bars.

The handful who remained active guarded the float. They represented the older, more seasoned laborers, outfitted in worn boots, dusty jeans, ranch shirts, and cattleman hats. Each man was huge in build, with earmuffs protecting their hearing.

Boss Randolph took a position to the side of the stage, beside a folding card table bearing a retro record player. Wires ran from the old sound system, and it didn’t take a genius to decipher the machine's function.

Which was fortunate, because Liam’s cranium was buzzing like a kicked beehive. He zeroed in on the source of his distress.

“Stop… turn it off!” Liam yelled, staggering toward the silver-haired cowboy. “It hurts… make it stop!”

Gasps and shrieks greeted Liam, and the crowd of cousins shied away. He wore little more than a pair of sleep shorts that hugged his prodigious package, and he probably looked terrifying as his stumbling turned into a jog, then a run.

His powerful legs chewed up the distance with all the oomph of a diesel locomotive. The first farmhand to bar Liam’s way was bowled over as he gained velocity. The man was big, but Liam outmassed him by an order of magnitude.

“Call off your bull, girl!” Randolph shouted to Gabby. He sounded worried. “Command him to stand down!”

“No, I don’t think so. You’re not the boss of me anymore, Randy.” Gabby scoffed. “You heard Ma’s announcement. I’m the company's new Chief Research Officer. I’m in charge now.”

Two more farmhands tumbled under the **** of Liam’s charge. Hooves digging into the dirt, he lowered his horned skull and roared. People scattered, screaming, when he hit the stairs and stampeded onto the stage.

Liam aimed directly for the aged cowboy, who chambered his fist for a haymaker punch but never got the chance. Liam slammed into him headfirst, nearly goring the man, letting his weight and momentum handle the rest.

They smashed through the card table, trampling the sound equipment, then flew into the float’s timber railing. Wood shattered, bones snapped, and something snagged Liam’s left horn as they crashed to the ground below.

The infernal music was gone. Anxious muttering and Randolph’s agonized groans were all Liam could hear. He’d landed atop the harsh taskmaster, crushing him flat.

“No… more. Please.” Randolph coughed blood, clutching his broken ribs. “I-I give up.”

Liam pushed himself upright, unsteady on his hooves. The headache and confusion evaporated. He glanced about, trying to make sense of the madness, when the sound of clapping captured his attention.

“Well done, Daddy. You cleaned his clock.” Gabby leaned over the wrecked railing, applauding excitedly. “I knew you would rise to the challenge. Nobody can stand against me and my perfect, hunky protector.”

Now that Liam could think, her smile didn’t seem so innocent. The adoration in her eyes was manic and slightly unhinged. Her enchanting visage, which had enraptured him for months–dear god, it had been months!–was warped by ambition into a cruel mask.

“You… You changed me into… this!” He gestured at his deformed body. “You did something. Turned me into… a freak… a monster!”

The words didn’t come easily. Liam’s tongue felt like shoe leather, and his teeth were square as bricks, designed to chew cud.

He hauled himself back onto the stage, a crown of daisies dangling from a horn. Gabby waited, her posture proud and completely unrepentant. She was still gorgeous. Even in that ridiculous gown, her raw sex appeal could not be denied.

Miss Lily hurried down the stairs to tend to Randolph, her bearing straight, her features a mask of emotionless calm. Ruby and the twins huddled behind Gabby, their eyes wide in terror. Slowly, they backed away as though any sudden movement might startle Liam.

Despite everything she’d done, Liam was drawn inexorably into Gabby’s orbit. That wildflower perfume, the ripe contours of her sensuous young body, the consuming heat in her come-hither gaze. She was a wolf in sheep's clothing, a **** of nature, an uninhibited and unstoppable typhoon.

“Turned you into a monster, Daddy? Of course I did!” The wicked temptress happily confessed, batting her long lashes at him. “You were my gift from the heavens. I knew it the moment I saw you, stranded and injured on the side of the road. A babe lost in the woods. Your car accident was fate.”

“No… NO!! It wasn’t like that,” Liam balled his fists, shaking with fury. “I wasn’t… You had no right!”

“Oh, Daddy… my Daddy. You poor, trembling beast. Still clinging to your old self, as if it meant something. Like it mattered.

“Do you genuinely think I swooned over that scrawny, soft-spoken milksop who stuttered when he saw a pair of tits? You were kind, yes. Gentle. But in this world, Daddy, gentleness gets trampled. And I needed more. I needed power. I needed you—not as you were, but as you could become.

“And look at you now—horns gleaming in the sun, muscles like carved marble, eyes that burn like wildfire. You're magnificent. Every inch of you radiates strength, fury… purpose.”

Without fear or hesitation, she stepped up to Liam, gently tracing the ridges of his rock-solid abdominals. So small, so fragile, brilliantly beautiful, and utterly insane. Yet her soft touch and girlish voice triggered a hard-wired physiological response.

“You-you dosed my food.” Liam spluttered, unable to move away as her caress drifted lower. “You shouldn’t–”

“Did I **** you? Yes. Did I twist you into something unnatural? Of course.” Gabby said plainly, without the slightest hint of guilt. “But only because I saw what you couldn’t—your potential, Daddy. I nurtured it, coaxed it from your shaking bones, fed it with love and tinctures and a few gallons of my special milk.” Her fingers slipped into his sleep shorts, gripping his unfurling length. “You call it monstrous. I call it beautiful.

“And I won, Daddy. My sisters are finished—simple broodmares for you. Ma is retiring. You can breed her, too, if you like. I didn’t just change you. I unleashed you. I set fire to the weakling you were and gave rise to a true alpha bull. And alpha bulls, my love, don’t beg. They don’t tremble. They take.”

The onlookers were silent, listening to the deranged monologue. Except for the injured's groans, Liam could have heard a pin drop. Gabby stroked him lazily, as though she hadn’t a care in the world. Her entrancing blue eyes bore into his soul.

Beatial lust battled with anger. Liam gritted his teeth in a snarl.

“So hate me, if you must, Daddy. Curse my name, if it soothes your wounded pride. But deep down, you know the truth: I made you. Not the man you were—frail, forgettable. But the creature you are now. Powerful. Feared. Mine.” Gabby’s free hand rested on Liam’s chest, above his heart. She had to stretch to reach it.“And I love you, Daddy. Not for who you were… but for what you’ve become.

“Isn’t that what love is? Seeing someone's true form—even if you have to rip it out of them?”

Raising her chin imperiously, Gabby exuded smug satisfaction from every invisible pore. In doing so, she also bared her slender neck—a dire mistake when in the presence of an enraged animal.

Liam snapped his fist shut around it.

“You’re a sick little girl. You stole my humanity.” He growled, fighting the urge to squeeze. It would be easy. “I should kill you and burn this whole place to the ground.”

Gabby’s smile widened, taking on a vulpine sharpness. “But, Daddy, you wouldn’t hurt me. You love me and I’m carrying your baby.”

“Holy shit, that’s evil.” Someone whispered behind them. It sounded like Trixie.

A Baby?!

Liam staggered, thunderstruck. The psychotic she-devil could be lying, but… but…

Months.

He’d been trapped here for months. Plowing Gabby’s proverbial fields multiple times a day, totally unprotected while she fed him virility potions or whatever.

He wasn’t smart like her anymore. Little things, such as numbers, often frustrated Liam until only a sloppy blowjob or rigorous rutting could calm him but the odds were beyond good…

They were goddamn scary.

If that weren’t enough, Liam could smell the truth on her. Some part of his primitive brain she’d unlocked could scent the pregnancy hormones secreting from her skin.

At first, a simple, thoughtless, instinctive pride swept over Liam. He had bred this prize cow, seeded her to ensure she grew fat and pregnant with his calves. His balls gurgled as he smelled all the other fertile cunts present, ripe and ready for him to knock them up.

Then, Liam actually managed a thought beyond pure, testosterone-fueled stud instinct.

Gabby was carrying his child.

“NOOOOOO!!”

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