There were times when Dani missed lazy lie-in mornings. She was a championship sleeper, or was, and could get easily snooze well past ten, miss even brunch entirely. Nowadays the alarm buzzed at 5:30 a.m., every day.
But it was okay, she reminded herself. The girls needed her.
She went to milk them.
There were three Cowgirls in the sorority house, and it had been easier to just put them in the big bedroom off the first floor. They tried their best but the room always smelled a little sour, and they did more laundry than anyone else. All of them were awake, and Miriam was ineffectually trying to give Tanya’s teats a tug. Her own swollen, oversized tits got in the way. It smelled humid in the room.
“Hi Dani!” Tanya said, smiling painfully. Her jugs hung off her chest. “Sorry, I woke up SO full. Last night I got a little carried away, you know?”
Cowgirls had to watch their diet. Which was difficult, as they were, by common consensus, the most pleasant, cheerful, and definitely dimmest of all H0N1 sufferers. Left alone they tended to eat, fuck, and eat.
“Lets go, girls,” Dani said, reaching out. Tanya cried out, half-relief, half-orgasm. Creamy milk gushed into the can. It was thoroughly thick, practically buttery. Tanya had been a chem major when the virus had hit. She ‘ooo’d’ with a hint of ‘moo’.
“Do Miriam next,” Amber said, which is how Dani knew to do Amber next. There was no one nicer than a cowgirl. She wasn’t sure if their eyes were actually bigger, or just had acquired a soulful, honest look. All the girls had oversized, curvy bodies, and apparently were all at least a few inches taller. Tanya screamed out her first orgasm. That doubled as a wake-up for all the other girls in the big, rambling house. Dani was the only one who didn’t use a biological alarm clock.
But it was fine. The price of immunity, to being one of the very, very rare females naturally resistant to the ravages of the virus. She’d been sick for a few days, and woken up just as plain and intelligent as before. The perfect person to help all her unluckier sisters who were sluttier, hornier, sillier, sexier. Who gushed milk or had rubber sex-doll skin or a hundred other oddball variants. The only true, invariant brunette in a sea of blondes, leavened only with a few raven-haired girls and a pair of gingers.
Amber gushed into the same bucket. They were both overflowing this morning. “What did you girls do last night?” Dani said.
“You were THERE, Dani,” Miriam said, giggling. “Remember the cake?”
“Pretty sure that’s not me.” she spent her nights studying, and ignoring the late-night screams of an entire house of horny girls. That was her “me time.
Her hands were slick and white with milk. Dani resisted an urge to lick them. It wasn’t worth tempting the virus. Although it smelled amazing. Her stomach craved it. It rumbled, and the cowgirls giggled.
“All done,” Dani said, shaking her wrists. A practically full bucket. She had to move a load of special bras off the dresser to see the clock. 5:50. All the cowgirls were useless, having cum themselves back to sleep. They’d wake up in a few hours and eat too much. But she still had a ton to do.
* * *
Dildo Lane was in neat and tidy order.
Dani was possibly most proud of it. Sure, she had spearheaded any number of post-viral innovations. The underpants buckets, the laundry rotas, and the complex mathematical equations that went into getting all the drippy cum-covered girls showered with just three stalls. But there was something nice about all the many vibrators in an orderly row on top of the mail cube, all of them plugged in to the USB power strips up along the walls.
There had been resistance to Dildo Lane. The girls hated being parted from them. But so many were getting lost, or worse, taken by other occupants. The fights had tended to end in moaning mutual 69ing, hands wrapped around teats, but they were unnecessary and unsisterly. Now they were checked in, plugged in, and fully charged by morning.
Every girl had one. Most were relatively sedate and sleek wands with maybe a nice little prong jutting out. Compact batons that were mostly for emergencies. But there was also King Tut, all twelve inches of him, special-ordered for Brittany and her particular needs. Virginia, their Blowie girl, owned one that leaked goo as she sucked it, out of a pink-colored reservoir. It was apparently cotton-candy flavored and delicious. Their rubber girl, Abby, had a tiny little one, maybe three inches long. Not that she couldn’t accommodate King Tut if she wanted to.
Cleaning was not on Dani. It was important to make clear that she, herself, Dani, was NOT a bimbo. Dani was not to be casually fingered during breakfast, Dani was not looking for casual tush gropings, Dani was not to be roped in to fuck whatever guy ambled by. Part of that was that cleaning off sex toys was someone else’s job. And Dani’s job was to get that girl to do it. It wasn’t actually hard—their sub girls loved licking someone else’s juices.
Although…
There was no one around, and Virginia’s oddly-shaped dong was still half-full of juice.
Dani looked at it. She licked her lips softly. She’d wondered what it tasted like. Virginia raved about it. She must’ve been out with some amazing guy, or more likely guys, to forego snack time. It was still quiet in the house.
She picked it up and slipped it into her mouth.
It turned on, unexpectedly, and started to hum against her teeth. Dani nearly dropped it, panicked. But the first batch of sugar goo came out with it, right against her tongue.
It really was good. Sugar-sweet cotton candy, just as promised. And… a little bit of girl juice, on the exterior. It wasn’t… bad.
There was a noise from upstairs. Dani whipped the prong out of her mouth and plugged it back in. Her mouth tasted like sweet candy.
“Good morning girls!” she yelled. It was time to rise and shine.
* * *
She smelled them first. It always preceded virus girls. Especially in the morning, pre-showers, after they had spent all yesterday sucking dicks, getting fucked, licking, eating, and dripping. It was a horny fug that made the whole house seem moist and wet, the smell of a girl with her legs spread as far as they could. Dani tried to breathe through her nose when it first descended the stairs, at least until she got used to it. It could make even her a little bit horny.
First of all came the girls eager to get breakfast over with so they could bound back up and spend an hour on makeup and clothes. Grace in a bathrobe and four-inch heels, her smooth blonde hair tied back away from her face. Dani looked away—Grace hated to be seen without her ruby-red lipstick and layered, lacquered face. Same with Taylor, although Dani didn’t really know why—she wore the same cheerleading skirt and same blush-heavy makeup every day.
And then all in a rush, over two dozen wet and ready co-eds. Courtney who smelled like a gumball and apparently kissed sugar, the blowjob girls, the Tits girls jiggling down the stairs, Lauren was already in her black leather and belts, her face ice white. Her close friend Samantha with her ball gag pushed out of her mouth and around her throat, just for breakfast.
And Julie, her nose twitching, the ears flopping. There had been real debate about accepting a Bunny girl. They were surrounded by a cloud of pheromones that made horny girls hornier. Dani tried to quietly hold her breath around her. Plus she’d be inevitably knocked up by second semester, regardless of the fountain of birth control pills she took. But she had been a package deal with Abby, a rubber girl everyone liked, and Lauren had made an impassioned speech about accepting ALL girls. So they all just fucked that much more now.
Breakfast was cheerios and milk. The milk was locally provided. It was yesterday’s batch, chilled throughout the day, the cream scooped off and churned by the new admits. The girls sat on benches and mostly and intently went through several bowls. They were always hungry. The boys burned a lot of calories on them. There were a few exceptions. Virginia who as usual just carefully ate half a bowl—but she got her protein, and fluids, and minerals, from wrapping her oversized red lips around cocks and swallowing. Also there was Karen, who lapped up milk with her tongue, her tail lazing behind her.
Dani took her place between two Tits girls, both of whom rested their bosoms on the table. Rachel, next to her, had stopped eating, and put both hands on the table, and it took Dani a minute to realize she was getting her pussy licked. Courtney, who had some strain no one could quite describe—some combination of submissive and schoolgirl and size queen and other. At any rate, she had a tongue that was extremely effective.
It was impolite to orgasm loudly during breakfast. Rachel just breathed out very loudly and eventually sank her face into her own tits, where she moaned into her oversized boobs.
Dani felt two hands easing her thighs open.
“Courtney, it’s me,” she said, peering down. “Dani. The non-bimbo?”
“Good morning Dani!” the girl said, from underneath the table. Her face was soaked. “Later maybe?”
“Maybe,” Dani said, politely. Maybe not. There were some girls who used Courtney to help study—a friendly oral orgasm clearing out the usual need for cock. “How were you going to manage it? I’m wearing pants.”
“Not a problem,” Courtney assured her, with total confidence. Dani paused. She could still taste the sugar on her tongue. Maybe—she was—but no. She wasn’t a bimbo.
Abby passed out more cheerios. She wore latex and spandex, her skin photoshop-pure. They nodded at each other. Dani had made a point of getting to know the girls who were able to do more then fuck suck and giggle, and Abby was one of them, so long as she had a very small vibrator buzzing away inside of her pussy.
“More?” she said, to Dani. Dani shrugged. Why not? She was surprisingly hungry. And once she had gotten used to drinking it, the girls’ milk was extremely delicious. There couldn’t be anything wrong with drinking what she herself had milked, after all. Sometimes she mixed in syrup, and drank it chocolate.
* * *
The boys waited outside.
Dani had put some thought into building a little private area out on the lawn. True, the lawn was the pride of the house and was clearly visible from across campus. Acres of well-tended greenery, especially now that they had a Dryad or Tree girl or whatever the strain was paying close attention to the grass. She even slept outdoors, most nights, and liked to fuck with her bare back on the landscaping.
But when the boys picked up the girls they tended to fuck right then and there. Dani could hardly blame them. Virginia hadn’t sucked on a penis in twelve hours and had to be extremely hungry. Her boyfriend was an oversized barrel of a man who took his hummers sternly, standing with his arms behind his back. Dani watched as she ran outside, first girl ready, and unzipped his fly. The boyfriend had stopped wearing belts. Virginia’s hands shook. As hungry as she was she had put on a mild green lipstick and wore a matching cami. She had hundreds of kinds of lipsticks.
Not all of them fucked right then and there. Laura and Courtney waited patiently while their mutual boyfriend clicked leashes onto the collars around their Puppy Girl necks. They both sighed with deep satisfaction, looking at their man with deep satisfaction, and walked behind him in their matching black-spotted sweaters.
And that was about it for decorum. Brooke ran out of the house, leaped on top of her boyfriend, and started to fuck him on the ground, her short black skirt tented around them. That inspired a lot of other sexual action—little Amy in her bangles and neon and glitter paint got fucked up against the stately stone wall. A little mini-orgy spread out, visible to everyone. The sun shone bright. A lot of girls would have grass stains all day. Virginia sighed, deeply satisfied, as her boyfriend unloaded down her throat.
It WAS hot, and Dani felt a mild tingle run through her. It wasn’t like she didn’t get horny. She just wasn’t a desperate and weirdly transformed slut. But watching a candy girl make out with her eager boyfriend, her kissed candy-red and sugar-scented, it was… hot. That was all.
She went inside, cheeks burning, just as the cowgirls ambled by, tails whipping by them, all in cutoff shirts knotted carefully to contain their tits, ready for another day of fucking strangers and maybe eating some grass.
* * *
Dani thought about heading back to her room for a very quick, functional, non-bimbo-y finger fuck session.
There were certain rules she had set on herself, just to make clear that she herself was one of the rare immune, and there were no tails whipping behind her, no constantly wet slit eager to go. One of those was—no toys. No toys, no cleavage at all, no wrapping her legs around boys, study every day. That pretty much covered it.
She felt her boobs ache. Dani stopped into the big bathroom off the first floor. There was an ancient antique mirror that ran practically the whole length of the wall. It had a silvery patina on it, and had been resolutely framed despite how ludicrous it was. She checked herself in the mirror. The only girl in the whole world still wearing band t-shirts. Well, there was Meredith, who was pale like a Victorian doll and felt a deep urge to wear a spiked collar. She wore the occasional black metal band shirt. Otherwise it was just Dani.
If she WAS a bimbo it’d be pink and purples all the time, maybe some lacy thing that showed off some underboob. Volleyball shorts forced onto her big butt, if she was a rubber girl. Short skirts with no underwear, if she was a standard-grade bimbo. She tentatively pulled up her shirt. Her tits felt bimbo-hot, to be honest. Had to be the pheromones, they usually left her a bit swollen, right before lunch. If she grabbed her nipples and pulled she’d probably let loose a very bimbo-y moan… probably fall back onto a toilet and just thrust her hands between her legs. Emerge tittering and brainless.
Dani shook her head. No. Not a bimbo. She just raised a crop of them. And it was past time for bed check. Her nipples tingled.
* * *
Bed check.
For some time a lot of the girls had barely left the mattresses. Heck, when Dani had arrived the front door had been always open. Men could wander in and pick a room. There’d be someone in there with their legs up. It had a gross carnival atmosphere, especially once the boys started tacking up stickers with the virus strain on them on the door. There was always a long line for the blowjob girls.
The house had gotten funky with cum stains, and eventually there was a big tearful house meeting, and the boys had been banished to wait outside. They had thrown open the windows and scrubbed through the weekend and then rubbed even harder at each other.
But there were always a few discreet late night visitors. Dani tended to look the other way, so long as they weren’t barging through the halls looking for someone to fuck.
And there were a few other exceptions.
Natalie and Jasmine shared a room and an owner. Joseph sat in the chair they had found for him, reading a book. It was a high-backed leather-bound thing in the attic, adorned with brass buttons, and the girls had made it over into his throne.
“Hey Dani,” he said, not looking up. “Can you make the beds, since you’re here?”
“You have two slaves for that,” Dani said, flushing. “Literal slaves. Slaves who worship you.”
“True,” Joseph conceded. He had grown in a full, bushy beard, although as far as Dani knew he was barely twenty. He radiated calm authority. One of nature’s doms, apparently. It had been his idea for Natalie and Jasmine to join the sisterhood. For their own good, he claimed, although Dani thought it was so he could get some personal time. Having two big-boobed girls waiting on you had to be a little tiresome.
“You guys were loud last night,” Dani said. She found herself making the bed. Well, fine. It was messy, after all.
“Ahh, yeah, we were,” Joseph said. Dani had never once gotten him to apologize about anything. And why would he? The world had arranged for him to have sex slaves. Clearly it all revolved around his cock. “Spankings. I was barely even involved, to tell the truth. Once the girls feel like they’ve transgressed they just start wailing on each other’s butts. And I was ready for bed.”
He didn’t live there, technically, but it did feel like it. His girls spent an hour or so outside, just to prove they could. And with his express permission. “Could you also tidy up a bit? It got a little messy.”
So it did. The floor was littered with damp panties, a leash, a whip, a bunch of paddles. Dani bit back a retort and picked them all up. It was hard enough to keep the girls sleeping in beds. They gravitated towards the floor.
“Thanks, Dani. Hey, you want to suck on my cock, since you’re here? The girls ran out of time.”
Well, that made sense. His girls weren’t around to do that. And he reputedly had a massive dick. Dani was already sinking onto her knees when it dawned on her that this was maybe not okay. She stood up, cheeks flaming. He grinned at her. “Too early?”
“I’m not a bimbo, Joseph. Joey,” Dani said, stiffly. She ignored the feel of carpet on her knees.
“Hmm. Lets see those boobs.”
Fine. Dani grabbed her t-shirt, lifted them up. Her tits swung in the air. Her nipples were still hard from earlier. “See? Why? You can see tits all day. Why mine? They’re the smallest ones around.”
Was he laughing? “Okay! Okay. I’m just joking around, Dani. Here, let me have that shirt. I’ll let you go. I know it’s not even noon yet.”
She handed it over. It was nice to be bare-chested. The t-shirt kept scraping against her nipples, which had never quite calmed down. She was still better dressed than all the bimbos. “Joseph, don’t push me. You’re here because of Natalie and Jasmine, not the other way around.”
He gave her a playful smack on the ass as she left. Boys. Thought everyone was their plaything. Although judging by how wet she was, they weren’t super duper wrong.
* * *
She was always unaccountably hungry at lunch, and it cut into study time. Finally Dani finished burrito number three and rushed upstairs, painfully aware of jiggle on her bare boobs. She had the room overlooking the front lawn. At least one of the girls hadn’t made it off the lawn and was leisurely getting her butt fucked by the sidewalk—Dani didn’t look too hard to see who. A blonde, and that could mean just about anyone. She tousled her own hair. It was a dirty blonde. Maybe she should go full blonde, to fit in.
No, enough of that. This was her time for HER. Dani pulled her book in front of her. SOMEONE had to read Bronte and Austen and all the other writer-type girls. It was going to be her. She found her place at page 2 of Pride and Prejudice and pulled it open. One hand picked up a pen to take notes. This was it. At last, after getting her fingers juicy wet, her ass slapped, milking and monitoring fucking, it was time to leave all the bimbos aside and do some reading of books.
It was slow work.
Dani made it through a paragraph, wiped a bit of perspiration off her forehead. Reading was difficult work. It made sense that her bimbo girls did it as little as possible, including street signs. It had to be nice to just have to reach between the thighs to have a good time. To have all those boys waiting outside to give you an orgasm, to be wet and ready to go.
She idly opened a desk drawer. Inside was a horny ransom of vibrators and dildos in all kinds of colors and sizes.
She sat up straight, put the bookmark back in page 2, and examined it. “What the hell is this?” she said, out loud. Why did she have—was this a prank by the girls? There were at least a dozen toys in there, including one dark black one that had to be fit in diagonally.
Dani pulled one out at random. A pen-shaped wand with a vicious vibrating function. Had she… confiscated these? Dani stared at it. It didn’t seem that important, where they came from.
She gently put it between her legs.
Oh yes, that was nice. Dani slipped her jeans off. Truth be told, they had been feeling uncomfortably tight. She only dimly registered that underneath she wore lacy black underthings, the crotch damp. Easy enough to pull aside. She rubbed the pen on the outside of her pussy.
“Feels good to study,” she told herself. One lil vibe session. Understandable that her libido was having some sort of… sympathetic reaction to so much sex. Like how girls started to synchronize periods. With her free hand she pulled at her tits. Her nipples were puffy, vulnerable, and hot.
The battery died.
“DAMN it,” Dani said, pulling it out. The next two vibrators she pulled out were also dead. Well, this was humiliating. The girls couldn’t know about this. Finally she unearthed a bulky white thing and clunked it on top of her slit. The vibration was overpowering. She moaned through a wet, hard orgasm.
She had her legs up on the desk, well apart, and there was a puddle on her desk chair. It dimly struck her that her computer monitor was fuzzy with dust. Didn’t she… didn’t she clean it? And what… what class was she studying for?
“Dani! Problem!” someone hammered at her door.
Her hands were still playing around. Dani pulled them away, wiping the wetness off on her ass. “God damn bimbos,” she mumbled. There was never really any me time in the house. It was like caring for uncaged puppies. Uncaged, unspayed puppies.
Her jeans wouldn’t go over her ass. Dani yanked on them, baffled and frustrated. What fresh hell was this? Her ass stubbornly refused to let them fit. There was yelling from downstairs. Well, fine.
Inside her closet was—leather and spandex. Dani combed through it. Didn’t she own… cotton? Cotton at all? Friendly, nonconfrontational cotton? Was it in the wash? Everything she had was mildly scented with some sort of perfume, and skimpy, and frankly hot as hell. Dani settled on a leather-ish black skirt that went well over the knee. It was totally possible her ass would show if she bent over. Fine, if it didn’t want to wear jeans, she’d just have to show it off. It’s not like another butt would stand out.
She ran downstairs, dripping as she went.
* * *
On the way down Dani tried to figure out the odds this was a Julie problem. Usually math was a strong subject for her, but the numbers seemed to wisp away.
But of course the number was 100%. It was always a Julie problem. She stood with her eyes downcast, her nose still twitching. Julie had perky tits and floppy ears and a cute cottonball tail, and most of all, she floated in a cloud of her own pheromones. Julie could arouse a stone wall. She was a walking orgy. Everyone on campus was a ball of barely contained hormones at the best of times, and any remaining civilization got wiped out around her. It was probable she’d been the indirect cause of a hundred pregnancies.
Abby stood there, looking retouch-perfect as always. She almost seemed non-bimbo at first glance, just a sleek figure in spandex with big naturals. But then she moved, and the glossy perfect sheen of her skin caught the eye. Dani had seen her put some amazing things up her snatch, never losing her cool expression. Rubber was a lucky strain. Dani slid in beside her, highly conscious of the lubricant still trickling down her legs.
“Sir, I understand, but Julie isn’t responsible for that, and she is not quitting. Breath through your mouth during class,” Abby said. In front of her, and next to Julie, was a much older man in dark brown pants and beaky glasses. He barely looked at Dani.
“SHE,” he said, “is the problem. When I agreed to let her in to Calculus B it was under the understanding she’d keep her legs tightly shut, she would wear actual clothes, and would sit in the back row.”
“I was in the back row!” Julie piped up. Upset, she was really running hot with horny fumes. Dani felt herself getting fuzzy again. Her mouth hung open. She tried to close it, but her lips felt disconcertingly thick.
“With the entirety of the rest of the class. And were your legs closed? They were NOT,” the professor snarled.
Julie smiled, briefly. “I mean… they were sorta closed.”
“On Ms. Miller’s head! And you were riding Mr. Gallagher at the same time!”
“I had my skirt on top of us,” Julie protested. Dani wanted to sit down. And masturbate. The professor’s dick was clearly visible under his pants. No wonder his cheeks were so red. “We formed… um… an airtight seal.”
The professor tried to contain himself. “Ms…. whoever you are. Bimbo.” Abby frowned. “The entirety of the class was in the back row, with Julie, in an architecturally challenging daisy chain of privates. An electrical shock could be run from one end to the other. It was a single gyrating mass.”
“Gross,” Julie said. Dani nodded.
“I want her out,” he concluded.
“We could… um... “ Dani struggled to think real thoughts. When had they escaped her? “I know you got a big penis, mister professor, we are like the best in the WORLD at that.” she licked her lips. “I could maybe suck it and see if you feel better?”
The three others looked at her. Even Julie looked pained. Dani had gotten onto her knees.
“Bimbo,” the professor said, amused. “There is nothing with less value, right now, in this era, then a blowjob.”
“I’m not a bimbo,” Dani muttered, to the floor. Her cheeks flushed. She really wanted to suck on his dick. What was that about? Julie. Blame Julie. She was supposed to be breathing through her nose. Or mouth. Or one of the two or both.
“Sir,” Abby said, looking him in the eye. “By way of amends, would you like to come to the house party tonight? I can write you an invitation.”
“What party?” Dani interjected. House party? There were no parties, this was a house of sisterhood.
The professor pretended to consider it. “It wasn’t everyone in the back row,” Julie said, out of nowhere. “Those two girls were licking your cock up front.”
“Agreed!” the professor said. He smiled. “I’ve just heard stories. I know I’m on the older side but… well, your house is visible across campus. Everyone wonders what it’s like.”
“See you in a few hours. Thank you for helping Julie with her education,” Abby said. She nodded, dismissing, and the Professor turned to leave.
“What party?” Dani said. She hadn’t managed to get off of her knees. She could really use something in her mouth. Gosh, why was she feeling so strange?
“Dani, the one in your honor, of course!” Abby said.
* * *
The girls flooded back in.
It had only been several hours, and supposedly they had been in class, and yet everyone returned as if they had been on long, horny expeditions. Few girls returned in the same clothes. Maddy had on a full-length ballgown, which she had to pick up to keep off the floor. Quite a few returned wholly naked, or naked but for a backpack. Virginia was one of the exceptions—she led her boyfriend right back to his spot, unzipped his pants, and dutifully started to suck on his cock the exact same way. It wasn’t clear if she ever had sex, although she never complained.
And they smelled like adventure. All the girls left lightly perfumed and highly female-scented, strawberries and peaches and sugar-sweet. They returned tinged with all kinds of men, and a few seemed to have been swimming. Or at least, they smelled like salt and the sea. The ocean wasn’t particularly close. Dani didn’t ask questions.
She was too distracted to do more than vaguely acknowledge their return, and work the sign-in sheet. Even that was concerningly difficult, and she had to resort to carefully sounding out the letters. Her voice squeaked. The hornies hadn’t gone away, and her tits were definitely and positively swollen. Dildo lane was depopulated for the usual post-class calm-down vibe session.
Dani tried to distract herself with afternoon milking. Her hands shook as the girls settled in. Miriam had returned topless and in a pair of jean shorts that rode well up her ass. She had simply rode them low to fit her tail. Tanya and Amber had practically staggered in, milk spurting from their nipples, and fallen face-first onto the bed.
“Girls, what’s this about a party tonight?” Dani said.
They looked at each other. “Ummm. Is it time for Dani?” Amber said.
“It’s only three,” Tanya whispered.
“What does it matter?” Dani snapped.
“Here, let me have a turn,” Miriam said, once Dani had finished up with her. She slipped in behind Dani. Her tits pushed against the girl’s back.
“I’m not—“ this was crazy. But then Miriam’s hands were working on Dani’s boobs. “Oh. Ohhhhh.”
“It’s just a little party, Dani,” she explained, into Dani’s ear.
“I didn’t… are boys coming?”
“OH yeah. Can’t have a party without boys.” Tanya and Amber giggled. They had both retrieved their vibrators, neither of which was visible inside of them. “It’ll be a ton of fun. The entire campus tries to get in. But we’re not sluts. Only about a quarter do.”
“There’s no.. no boys allowed… under our insurance.”
“Oh, we kick them out at 10:30 on the dot, whether or not they’ve cum. Although… they’ve cum,” Miriam said. “Why don’t we go upstairs after this and we’ll get you ready for the party? Maybe some cute lipstick? And I’ve got a shirt you’ll like?”
Her fingers were so warm. Dani leaned back into a soft cushion of recently-milked tits. “I’ll.. I guess I’ll do security then?”
“Oh no, no no no!” Tanya broke in. She had started to milk Amber. “Dani no. You’re the guest of honor! You work so hard for us, we all just want you to have a good time at the party.”
“I’m not a… not a bimbo though.” Miriam’s hands were magical. The girls routinely came just from titplay. But that wasn’t her. She wasn’t gonna cum just from someone fondling her nipples. That made her oncoming orgasm hard to explain, however.
“Of course you’re not. It’s only 3,” Miriam said. She squeezed both nipples. That was enough to send Dani over the edge. Was that her third cum of the day? She was going to get a reputation, at this rate.
* * *
She’d never seen the girls so purposeful… or… had she? Dani didn’t feel like she could fully trust her memory. Stuff was starting to come back to her. Dani getting spitroasted by two matching redheads while a crowd cheered around her. Dani surrounded by a circle of bobbing cocks, like spokes on a bicycle, sucking and fucking. Dani gently backing up onto an enormous dick. Dani with cartoonish tits and a plump pink pussy. Was that her? They were definitely pleasant memories.
It seemed easiest, now, to just let the girls handle things, and not get in their way. Terri, their Giant girl, moved all the benches out of the dining room with her 6′7″ ease. Kegs had been rolled out of seemingly nowhere. And signs were going up all over the place—BLOWJOB JUNCTION, ASS STATION.
Abby was putting up a pair of paper mache cactuses. Ropes and bales of hay had populated the main hallway. Julie meekly worked alongside her. Abby had put her best friend in two pairs of compression shorts, her usual method of keeping Julie’s scent under control.
“Can I help?” Dani said. Her body seemed so unfamiliar. Not just the wet, hot haze, but her very proportions. Her tits felt tight, balloon-fed. Her ass was bumping into things. And she’d been starving until Miriam had latched her onto Tanya’s engorged tit and encouraged her to feed. That seemed weird too, but she couldn’t quite understand how.
“No, no,” Abby said. “Girls! Get Dani ready for the party! Come on! Where is my Dani squad!”
An entire platoon descended.
* * *
They seated her in front of a very large vanity mirror with big bright yellow bulbs. Dani only vaguely recognized herself. Yes, those were her very wide and mildly terrified eyes. But they weren’t previously blue. Her hair wasn’t typically that shade of bright blonde. And most of all, she didn’t have enormously swollen dick-sucking lips. They felt flabby and hard to move. When she ran a searching finger along them a trail of sparks followed.
“These are… not my lipsh,” she said. Something like a gallon of spit came with her. She drooled. Hmm.
Virginia was there, sated from several loads of cum. And both Natalie and Jasmine, in their matching leather collars. Lauren seemed to be in charge. She wore a black leather duster and an actual cowboy hat, and nothing else. Goth cowgirl, alright.
“Pink tanktop? And a tartan?” she mused.
“Not very on theme,” Natalie said. Outside of their utter subservience to Joseph they were typically very coherent. And then would cheerfully suck on his toes.
“I don’t really like this theme,” Virginia grumbled. “Western? Like, I guess there were prostitutes and stuff in the old west but i don’t own any of those weird long dresses with all the stuff. Lace.”
“That’s why you get creative,” Lauren said, looking down at herself. “And we have lots of cowboy hats.”
“They get in the way when I’m on my knees. So ALWAYS.”
“Just put on a red scarf and call it a day, then,” Jasmine suggested. “Lets focus on Dani. Why don’t we make her a true cow girl?”
The assembled girls nodded approvingly. They ignored Dani, who was shaking her head weakly from side to side.
“Little black nose? Black and white skirt?’ Virginia said.
Lauren considered. “I have a pure white dress that I don’t get to wear at all,” she decided. “We’ll do that. It’s a beaut. And then black spots on her cheeks. I just hope her tits fit. They are coming in fast.”
Everyone considered Dani’s tits, including Dani. They were approaching watermelon, if a small one. Lauren hefted them, thinking. “You can practically see them growing.”
“Excuse me,” Dani said, with all the authority she could muster. “Could someone please explain to me what is going on? I am NOT,” she stamped her foot. “A dumby-dumb VIRUS GIRL.”
“Hmm.” Jasmine said. “Natalie, go get Joseph. I think that’s the problem. Usually she snaps out of this once she gets a cock on her, and that’s well before noon.”
“I think we emptied him out but okay,” Natalie said.
“Dani,” Lauren said. “I’ve explained this before. You just have a weird strain. We call it Yo-Yo. Or Jekyll. Bimbo up during the day, bimbo down while you sleep.”
“I’m not a bimbo,” Dani explained, firmly. She had to hold on to that. True, Virginia was inching her thighs apart, and her tits were threatening to rest on the girl’s head. “I never got the virus. I’m a very normal gi—rl.” She paused when Virginia started to lap at her slit.
“Yeah, this is a penis problem,” Lauren decided. “I think it happens when she doesn’t use the big dildo. It’s like there’s a button deep inside her. Dani, just relax, okay? You spend all day working so hard on all of us silly fuck-girls and now we’re going to take care of you. Just lean back and let us make you look like a big slutty cow. It won’t take that long.”
Virginia licked away. She had a tongue that Dani didn’t care to look at—it still just seemed weird—but which could practically reach all the way inside of her. Dani wondered vaguely if she could get pregnant that way. Her thighs kept spreading apart. She tried to do some math in her head but there was a number between five and seven she couldn’t quite recall. And it seemed important.
Dani decided to relax. For one thing, talking at all with her cock-sucker lips was a challenge. For another, it was hard to do anything but moan around Virginia’s tongue. And third of all, Lauren was painting cow spots on her, and she’d hate for one of her girls to be disappointed.
* * *
By the time they brought her downstairs the party was well underway.
Rustlers Cove was pouring shots into red cups, with a passel of scoundrels getting their cocks sucked by enthusiastic girls on their knees. Most of the girls had, as predicted, ditched the hats but kept the kerchiefs. Cheap plastic cowgirl hats littered the floor. Some sort of thumping honky-tonk beat played over hidden loudspeakers. Dani barely recognized the place.
Or herself. It had taken three girls to slide her into the dress, and they had very nearly just left her tits bare with a few spots painted on them. Finally Lauren had taken a pair of scissors and cut in some pressure-releasing cleavage. Her boobs puddled in the fabric. The dress was shiny and white and fell maybe a half-inch below her ass. She had asked, trembling, about underwear, and all the girls had giggled with her.
She was giggling herself, horny-high and still weak from the orgasms Virginia had lashed onto her. Her brain was awash in a pink cloud of frankly bimbo-y pleasure. Dani kept reminding everyone that she wasn’t a bimbo, and they all smiled and nodded at her, so she had to be convincing them. Although they also made moo-noises at her and pinched her butt.
The leather choker with the rope attached was also a bit much, but Dani followed along, Natalie leading the way. Jasmine walked next to her along with Joseph. He had one commanding hand on her ass, and she was practically melted into him. As expected he was still too dry to “fuck some sense,” into Dani, as he put it.
Dani had to admit that everyone seemed to be having a good time. Even their Robot girl had found a vest and someone to fuck her ass, despite how off-theme she was. The hay bales were all in use for propping up butts and legs, and there were so many boys with their pants around their ankles. A skeet of cum popped through the air, and it wasn’t clear who it belonged to.
Over in the study Abby had let loose and was a one-girl show. Two, since Julie was in there, the two best friends servicing too many boys to count. Rubber girls could fuck almost any number of boys. There was a cock in her mouth, and she had managed the boys to get one in each hole, the geometry of which escaped Dani. Although just about everything was. And she tugged on two dicks while a final one prepared to skeet on her. That was Abby, even in a sea of sluts she was worth jacking off onto. Her chest was slick with sperm. Julie was getting feverishly jackhammered by her Professor, who looked like he might be having a heart attack. But enjoying himself.
“EVERYONE! ITS TIME!” Lauren called, over the noise. They had cleared out a central area in the middle of the living room, and thoughtfully put plastic on top of the mid-century furniture. There was a single chair there.
“We worked really hard to pick him out, you’re gonna love him,” Lauren murmured into her ear, just as Grace led in a truly large-sized boy. He was at least six foot three, with brash red hair, his cowboy hat pulled back. He was shirtless, and his jeans were held up by an oversized texas-shaped buckle.
“Howdy,” he said, at Dani.
The girls sat him down, unbuckled him, and pulled his pants down. A crowd had filtered in around them, laughing and fucking and watching. Dani’s knees were weak. They had dropped her leash. “I’m not a bimbo,” she reminded herself, walking forwards. Rarely had she seen a bigger dick. It was pure stallion. Uncut, long, unwavering, red. The boy smiled at her. Even his pubes were auburn.
“I’m not a bimbo,” she told him. How should she do this? Yes, she had the lips, but it was too much cock to not immediately fuck. Forwards or backwards? Thank god, he decided for her, spinning her around and picking her up. His hands ground into her thighs. She helped just a little bit, grabbing his cockhead and pointing it at her pussy. What was it she had to do? They had drilled it into her. Oh yes.
“Moo,” she said, as the cock slid into her. Up and up, until it was all the way in.
Dani squeezed it. Right, squeezing cocks. Of COURSE. NOW she remembered. OBVIOUSLY!
She was the biggest, fuckiest, suckiest, stupidest, sexiest bimbo bitch there ever was.
The most silken pussy, the biggest tits, lips to suck with, ass to play with. Although she was only open for business at certain hours. And yes, it went away overnight, and there was a sad little body inside of her. But at night she could FUCK.
Cheers went up around the room, and the girls popped streamers. Dani started to bounce. She could tell he was already close. That’s just what she did, she drained cocks. There’d be plenty more. A line was forming.
It was fine if he hurried. She had a lot of cocks to fuck and suck that night. Dani liked to be in bed by eleven, even on party nights. She had to be up at 5:30 for the milking.
