Chapter Thirteen

The Big House exuded a sinister presence in the midnight darkness. Its arching windows peered unblinkingly at Liam, and the rails of wrap-around verandas took on a tooth-like quality in an open maw ready to chew and swallow the unwary.

He’d spent the day hiding. Slipping from the fields into outbuildings, dodging search parties directed by the conspiring twins.

Nobody else appeared bothered by his disappearance, but the two brunettes became increasingly frantic in their hunt for him. They’d set their cadre of bulky workers to combing the fields while the rest of the ranch went about their normal duties.

No hue and cry or claxons resounded, though the girls’ mounting distress was obvious as Liam watched them stomping about and arguing, safely concealed within a dusty feed shed.

It was a struggle to resist the sire call of the lunch bell ringing. His stomach was eating itself by the time the shadows grew long, and he’d resorted to chewing on a hay bail before the sunset.

That hadn’t tasted as bad as expected, all things considered.

The darkness of night cloaked him now. Creeping around the side of the ominous manor home, Liam spotted a servant's entrance that looked promising. A row of flowering shrubs would mask his approach and if it was unlocked…

Fear twisted his empty guts as jagged glass shards stabbed his skull.

He needed his pills.

He needed to eat.

He needed his baby girl to make everything better.

Most of all, he needed answers to the nebulous questions stewing in his soupy brain.

Liam needed so many things.

Twisting the handle, he gusted a relieved sigh when the latch clicked, tip-toeing inside on bare feet. The cowboy boots Gabby gifted him had been sacrificed for a more stealthy approach, and muddy footprints marked his trail.

The maze of darkened corridors was tricky to navigate. Liam was quickly lost after a few turns. Risking a peek, he was gratified to discover a familiar sight behind one of the many doors spaced along the wainscotted walls.

The outdated infirmary where Gabby had brought him after the car accident for Miss Lily to tend his injuries. There was the nurse's desk, examination table and…

Medicine cabinets.

Moving as silently as possible, Liam pried the nearest open. It was locked but the thin metal warped in his powerful hands like silly putty, revealing a trove of pill bottles.

The labels were puzzling. Chemical formulas that he couldn’t interpret instead of names identified the contents. Trying to recall the shape or color of his bottle proved futile, and in the dark, they all looked the same.

Grabbing one random, he ripped off the lid, then dry swallowed a few pills. Repeating the process, Liam worked through a dozen different meds before the torturous agony finally subsided.

“Thank fuck.” He breathed, fumbling about for the sink and almost tripping over a trolly holding a television and VCR. “What the…”

It was the same AV setup Miss Lily had wheeled in as an introduction to the ranch. The videotapes teetered, ready to clatter noisily to the floor, but he steadied the stacks. Pondering his discovery, Liam glanced about furtively, powered on both devices and hit the play button.

“Hello, and thank you again for your continued interest in our groundbreaking venture.” A vaguely recognizable older woman with feathered blonde hair and an astonishing bustline bubbling out of her white lab coat smiled from the screen. “As always, I am Doctor Abigail Miller, lead researcher and CEO of the Cottonwood Stud Ranch. At this time, you have invested substantially into our operation, for which we are grateful…”

Liam settled onto the examination table, a lazy lethargy leadening his limbs. Her gentle, hypnotic cadence soothed him like warm tropical breezes. Heat suffused his belly as the medicinal cocktail he’d ingested slowly seeped into his bloodstream.

She was a beautiful woman and the family resemblance to Miss Lily was unmistakable. Both caramel-haired belles held a sexy MILF appeal. A maturely attractive in an old-fashioned way. They were proper, refined country ladies with an impish gleam in their gray eyes.

“Your support is valued. We appreciate your contribution.” The pretty doctor traced fingers across the slopes of her prodigious breasts, unhitching buttons as she purred. “This project has the potential to revolutionize eugenics on an industrial scale. Supplanting the shortfalls of evolution with carefully orchestrated genetic modeling and forecasting, buttressed by modern science and veterinary innervation.”

The lab coat fell open to display a black satin bodice cinched tight by crisscrossing laces down the front. The cups were filled to overflowing with lush titflesh. She squeezed them together while maintaining smoky eye contact.

“As a benefactor, you will receive progress projections and regular reports. Samples of successful lab results also. Our highest priority is your complete, hmmm… satisfaction. We are working long and hard,” She licked her strawberry lips suggestively. “To achieve our mutual goal. Sharing our passion for a brighter future.”

Liam’s vision tunneled, zooming in on the sultry scientist. The television screen seemed to expand, gaining a lifelike definition, as though she could step out of the glass at any moment and…

“As a participant in our HB32 variant program, you can experience our success first-hand.” She purred, fluttering long lashes and tossing her lustrous golden hair. “Early test subjects have shown rising levels of performance and production. Their rapid growth and increasingly potent output already exceeding initial expectations.”

His dick felt like an iron bar as he stroked it, rigid and painful. Liam hadn’t realized he was jerking off, but there was his fist, moving mechanically, rocking to and fro like a metronome.

A floorboard creaked, and suddenly Doctor Abigail was there. Her rich curves and blonde tresses materialized before him, snug in a silky scarlet nightgown that hugged her motherly figure.

“My, my. This is a surprise. Did somebody slip their leash?” She chided quietly, planting her juicy mommy booty on his knee. “No, don’t stop watching. Pay close attention. Show me how far you’ve come.”

Liam couldn’t parse what was real anymore. One minute, the gorgeous Doctor was a recording; the next, she was perched atop his leg, adding her buttery-soft hands to his, gliding up and down his throbbing turgidity.

Her clothing shifted from clingy black satin to flowing red silk, depending on his focus, creating an element of cognitive dissonance. She was both present and abstract. His brain stuttered and glitched as though overloading.

“The changes your body is undergoing are all part of the treatment and no cause for concern. You may notice your muscles growing bigger and stronger. This is a natural reaction to the special formula our lab is producing.” Abigail freed a heavy breast from the black bustier and pinched a rubbery nipple. “Mm-hmm… other effects include heightened sensitivity and prolonged periods of… sexual arousal.”

“Place your palms flat on the bed. Let me handle this big dick of yours.” Her other whispered in his ear. “Don’t think. Don’t say anything. Just listen and obey. Let go. I’ll take care of everything.”

Liam did as commanded, dopey and docile, blearily grateful for the guidance. His thoughts drooped like candle wax under the flames of lust consuming him. Her strokes were leisurely–not quite fast enough to get him off–building the agonizing pressure in his balls to exquisite levels.

“You are encouraged to stimulate yourself during these periods. Your assigned research associate will be thrilled to assist you through the process. Heed her advice and pay close attention to her instructions. She’ll attend to your growing needs to ensure complete satisfaction.” The captivating Doctor’s hands dipped out of the camera view, reappearing with a king-sized purple dildo, She gave it a long, sensual lick before slapping it against her exposed tit.

Liam groaned.

“Shhh… you’re doing well. Good boy. Good boy.” The Abigail in his lap leaned across him to reach into a medical cabinet, her creamy cleavage brushing his bulbous crown. Burbling precum darkened the scarlet silk. “You can’t cum yet. Hold on a while longer. Momma will make you feel good. Just hold on until she says so. Be her good obedient boy.”

“You are a powerful, important male. She will be thankful for the opportunity to pleasure and service a true stud like you. We all are.” The sexy doctor pressed the latex appendage between her plump titties and gave it a sloppy kiss. “Women belong on their knees worshipping that huge, masculine member. May I see it, sir? Please, whip it out and–”

Something cool and smooth slid over Liam’s stubborn length. He nearly jumped in shock. Abigail was wrestling a blue gel sleeve–longer than her forearm–down to his girthy base. Diodes and wires banded the bizarre contraption, topped by a large glass receptacle.

It clung to his engorged manmeat, quickly heating to blood temperatures, shaped and lubricated like a grotesque facsimile of warm, wet pussy. Once sealed around his root, she manipulated a hidden control and the device sprang to life.

“–keep pumping that big bull cock for me. I want you to feel good. Let the sensations sweep you away. Surrender to the pleasure.” The MILF doctor on the floating screen crooned, eagerly slurping her sex toy. “This is your reward.”

“This is your reward.” Abigail echoed huskily as the strange sheath milked and massaged Liam’s resolute rod with erotic efficacy. “Surrender. Give in to your baser instincts. Let go of the stress and worries. Allow your mind to drift into calmer waters. Nothing else matters. Good boy. Listen to Momma.”

It was tempting to do as asked… easy, too.

The sweet lilt of their praise in that smooth Midwestern accent held a mesmeric quality. The Abigail on his knee had her mouth next to his ear, brushing lips against the shell with each breathy word. The other was giving him bedroom eyes, wanton and adoring, as she fucked the dildo between her MILF funbags.

Why was he fighting this? The gel sleeve buzzed and hummed, pulsing around his robust rigidity, and the glass receptacle began filling with his precum. It felt good, for all the weirdness. Hot, moist and tight. Sucking and contracting. Just what he needed to ease the awful pressure.

Liam had shutter vision, and the air seemed thicker than oatmeal, hindering all movement. His hyperactive cock lurched and jerked while the rest of his physical self drowsed, glued in place by the two mature beauties.

“You’re almost there. Don’t cum yet. Breeding studs must learn to cum on command and you’re an exceptional specimen. Our female clientele will be begging for samples of your virile seed.” The pretty doctor kept emphasizing keywords with energetic thrusts of the latex toy buried between her fat tits. “Maximizing your potential to meet demands requires strict management of that precious resource. Our research associate should be in position to collect your hunky load...”

“I’m right here. Are you ready to be my good boy?” Abigail hissed, nipping at his neck. “Give Momma what she desires. Cum for me. Cum for me right now!”

Her demanding tone and the thrilling thrumming around his shaft triggered a monstrous explosion of blinding release. Liam groaned through gritted teeth as he sailed over the threshold on a river of jetting jism. It washed out of him in waves of ecstasy, boiling away the pent-up tension and leaving him adrift with euphoric aftershocks.

There was only pleasure—the contentment of a job well done. The certainty he’d fulfilled his role in whatever was happening and the need to rest. His eyelids were suddenly, impossibly heavy.

“Thank you again for your invaluable contributions to our enterprise. Your research associate will supply payment details for future financial support. Further test materials will be mailed…”

Doctor Abigail unscrewed the very full glass container off the end of the vibrating cocksheath. There were measurement lines etched into the surface, exceeding a pint in volume.

The last thing Laim registered was her curious expression when she lifted it to her plump lips and gulped down the gooey contents with a pleased moan before darkness took him.

A big shout-out to supporter VoidGolem for suggesting this sexy tale and brainstorming smutty ideas with me. Advanced chapters—in fact, all 10k words of part four of this story—are available on my BuyMeACoffee page for the low price of a hot cuppa. Cheers, and happy reading!