Floppy Disk 4
I really do suck with sex scenes. But I hope you enjoy this regardless. I'm sorry for the lateness of this story but I feel its totally worth the wait regardless.
Are things looking up for Greg? Is his plan going to work? Or is something going to happen that could ruin everything?
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As Greg departed to fetch some breakfast and start his day, something happened across the Internet. Unbeknownst to him, most people in Greg's area had visited Furlist that day and in particularly where his listing was. Some stared in awe as the bunnycock grew before their eyes while others masturbated furiously. Some were skeptic, others were not so. The ad itself caught wind from the surrounding areas and soon his ad had made over several hundred hits in under just under 30 minutes Countless people of all species of all walks of life had clicked and sent Greg a message. Some messages were begging him to let'em suck it. Others wanted to know how it got so big, including a few personal questions alongside. Across town, however, where the trees got thicker, the roads got less, and the valleys became mountains, someone else was taking interest in this little phenomena.
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On the mountainside where the trees were thick and the roads were few, nestled a small mansion. Not many knew of this mansion (despite the fact that anyone in town can look up at it and notice a small speck jutting out awkwardly), and even less knew of the resident that made its home there. The owner of the small mansion was an entrepreneur by trade, owning businesses here and there that dotted the country. The owner lived a very quiet life, choosing rarely to go out and instead enjoy the fruits of their labor. But while the gift of solitude was grand, it also came with faults. Namely a lover or at least someone who could satisfy those urges. The Owner had invested much time and money to pursuit its satisfaction but few things worked and the owner was left with the obvious hint of arousal. No matter how many orgasms or what was licked, groped, or sucked still left them unsatisfied yet yearning for more. It was on this faithful day, however, that they would find what they seek after getting a letter from one of their friends. "Oh yessss...." The Owner would say as the bunnycock grew on their computer screen. But before they would pursue this endeavor would have to make some calls first...
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To the outside world, Greg was like any other kid. Especially now with his form resting all nice and cozy while reading his last book for his summer book report. It was nice to be in the nude with no worries, feet propped up all nicely. It was one few times he did not have dirty thoughts on the mind or have something huge and throbbing between the legs. Every so often the bunny's ear would twitch at the obvious *ping!* of a new email, bringing a warm smile across his face while his eyes darted across the pages. After a few more minutes of reading and finishing a chapter thought it was a good time to head upstairs and see how many emails he got after losing count. In truth, Greg had no idea if he would get many messages at all. He was aware that it was illegal to be posting something like that, at his age no less, on Furlist. But it didn't stop him regardless.
"You have 159 new messages!"
Greg blinked at the number, never seeing it so high before. He never thought it'd go that high either. "Well uh...I guess I better get started...heh heh..." The boy chuckled nervously while he chose a random email and clicked. The first thing he saw was the head of a female Bovine. Sadly it was someone he recognized as he scrolled down. It was a friend of the family's, Ms. Belford, who lived just down the street. She made such great cakes. 'And had such huge tits...'his mind mentally added. Scrolling down the picture made the poor boys sheath swell up gently. Before his eyes was Ms. Belford leaning over the white picket fence on her front yard, her arms crossed under her large massive tits while leaning over the fence. Under the picture (after saving it of course) was a message typed out.
"I know it's you Greg. I know that little body anywhere. If I'd have known you were such a big boy, I'd have gotten a piece of THAT cake already. I won't tell your parents in exchange for some of that. You naughty boy!
-B
P.S. I hope you don't mind. I shared this with all my girlfriends. And yes, I WILL tell your parents unless you come over. Right now."
The words 'Right now' echoed in his mind as the realization hit him. Fear swelled up alongside his erection. It was something he never planned or thought about. In truth he didn't know a lot of people throughout the neighborhood nor was his family exactly popular either. They went to the occasional event with friends, but aside from that, were relatively normal and didn't draw attention to themselves. His heart raced with bad images and thoughts running through his mind. He quickly went to Furlist and deleted the ad, pictures included.
Oh god he could just imagine their reactions. "But then again..." Maybe not many people saw it. Maybe just a few people that shared it amongst friends. His mind tried to reason with itself, calming him down somewhat but the initial fear still stayed. Plus he still had a problem. Ms. Belford. There was no way he could talk himself out of this. He knew Ms. Belford. And this recent blackmail confirmed it. 'Don't you get it you dummy? This is what you wanted in the end!' His mind kicked in. 'Yeah, but not with my neighbor!' it countered. 'Small world.' With a sigh and a bit of the shakes, got up and decided to get dressed. He left a message on the telephone telling his Mom he'd be at Ms. Belford's home, helping her with something and he'd be home soon. With the front door locked and his house key in hand, walked down the sidewalk to that little home surrounded by the white picket fence...
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"Follow the kid and take pictures. Simple enough." The Wolf whispered to himself. It was a simple job that Ms. Shan'Tika had hired him for. Richard was a P.I. by trade and enjoyed what he did. He had worked with Ms. Shan'Tika occasionally and she had proved to be quite the employer and to add more to it, gave him easy jobs. Find a guy; take a picture, simple and easy. It was unknown to him exactly why he was following this rabbit down the street, but a job was a job and he wasn't one to ask questions. The Wolf also carried a tape recorder with him, speaking into a small microphone attached to his collar while walking. "I am following the objective now. It seems he is edgy." Richard could read body language well, and this boy was just oozing edginess. He watched the boy stop for a moment, and then run across the street. Did the boy see him? Was he spotted? He hoped not, otherwise his whole mission would be in jeopardy. "It seems he has crossed the street and is approaching a home." The boy approached the door and paused. "The objective seems hesitant." Richard spoke behind a tree into his tape recorder, pulling out his camera to snap several pictures. He watched the rabbit knock on the door, which was opened shortly afterwards. A Bovine in an apron opened the door and invited him in. Each click recorded every event as it happened.
"The objective has gone into the home of a Female Bovine. Reason unknown. Will get closer."
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Greg's stomach twisted in knots with every step he took, generating a sick feeling in his stomach. He had not noticed the Wolf following behind him, more focused and worried about his own problem it seemed. The Rabbit approached his destination and lifted his arm and fist to knock on the door but hesitated just briefly. With a sigh, and the feeling of a pent up erection riding up his stomach slightly, knocked on the door. His ears perked to the sounds of footsteps approaching the door. He saw the Bovine's expression change instantly the moment her eyes laid upon him. "Ah yes, Greg. Do come in. I've been expecting you." Greg felt a sense of foreboding the moment his foot stepped into her home. She closed the door behind him and walked off, back into the kitchen quietly. Greg sat down on her couch, hands in his lap. Her home was always so comfy and cozy, but not today. He felt dirty, ashamed, and awkward. And yet his erection said otherwise. Ms. Belford was in the kitchen briefly before coming back into the living room and sitting down next to him. "Do you know why you are here, Greg?" She asked, to which Greg nodded while looking down at his feet. "I have only one question for you. Can you answer it for me?" She asked softly as her hand placed itself on his thigh and started to rub it. The boy's heart leaped into his throat, barely managing to croak out a "What?" She raises her left arm and put it on the couch above his head while she leaned into Greg's ear, breathing gently into it. A chill was sent down the boy's spine as she nibbled his ear gently, heart pounding in his ears. "You ready for me to rock your world?"
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Richard had snuck next to the house and pressed himself up against the wall, his head leaned gently into the window. "Objective is on the couch. Female Bovine is...rubbing his...thigh?" His eyes widened as the events unfolded before his eyes, then suddenly lifted up his smaller camera and clicked a few times. Shan'Tika would be shocked to see these pictures.
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Ms. Belford planted a kiss on Greg's lips, weakening any resistance the boy might have had left in him. She gripped his shoulders and pushed him down onto the couch while her tongue probed and pushed, parting his lips and entered his mouth. It was such an otherworldly feeling to have another tongue inside his mouth. She pulled away and panted, thin strands of saliva still connecting to two. "Get up, Greg. We're just getting started." She stood up off him and raised her shirt off her form, tossing it to the side. Greg sat back up on the couch, his body slightly dizzy from the events of his first true kiss. His eyes traveled up her form, locked in finally on her tits. Most Female Bovines wore special bras that yielded and stretched comfortably, and Ms. Belford was no different. "M...Ms. Belford... I don't think we should be uh..." Greg was still dizzy, words meshed together. His "code word" was still in effect, blocking out the true erection that would be tenting in his shorts. "Call me Darline, Greg." The bra was pulled away, allowing her titflesh to be exposed to the virgin before him.
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Richard continued to take pictures, speaking in a soft whisper. "Female Bovine is ahh...apparently trying to seduce the objective." His finger was on autopilot, taking picture after picture. He too had an erection and cursed his luck and lack of professionalism while on the job.
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"See anything you like Greg?" Darline spoke while approaching Greg, her hands cupping under her bosoms. Greg just gripped the couch, staring at them. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." She giggled and planted her rear right back onto the couch. "Come on, Greg. Let Ms. Belford make you feel better." She laid her back onto the couch, her tits spilling onto either side. They sloshed audibly, ripe and full of milk. Greg attempted to crawl over her form and laid along her tummy. Darline wrapped her arms around his back pulled him up to her cleavage. Greg could hear his heart racing, pumping blood all over his body. He eyed the nipple she presented him. "Suck." It wasn't a request, it was a command. Greg opened his mouth and used his tongue on the nipple presented, sending thrills across Ms. Belford's body. "Ooo...no no, suck honey. Don't tease me that way..." Greg kissed the nipple then drew it into his mouth and began to suckle from it gently. The warmth of her breasts made themselves known when the Bovine brought a hand behind Greg's head and held it there. She let out the occasional coo or moan as Greg suckled and drew milk from it. His arms wrapped around her body, holding her tightly against it while he suckled and drew more milk from it. "Y-you don't know how long I've wanted to do this, Greg." She felt the tension of housing so much milk fade away as her little toy drained her breast empty. In truth she was getting a little wet down there, but she made a promise that she would not take his seed into her womb. She wanted him to remain a virgin, at least to the eyes of others.
"Shhh...good boy...." Darline spoke in a hushed whisper as her little toy drained more and more milk from her breast. She visibly shuddered, orgasming for the second time that day. Greg abruptly pulled his face away from her breast, taking in a deep breath. "M-Ms. Belford, I don't think I can take anymore milk...." She patted his head and rubbed it. "Its okay honey, you drank your fill and helped Momma Belford. You also made her orgasm a time or two as well." She kissed him on the nose and shifted her weight, rising up off the couch and started to crawl over Greg's form, making Greg squeak gently. She smiled at how cute and innocent he was as her hand and approached the zipper of his shorts. "Now, I believe its your turn to show me yours." Greg suddenly rose up abruptly, backing away. "S-show you m-mine?" Greg knew what she wanted, but he knew with the code word in effect, he was normal. "Can I uhh...undress in the kitchen?" Ms. Belford frowned gently, but perked up and nodded. "Be quick honey. Momma wants a piece of this." Her hand found purchase between his thighs and rubbed gently.
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Richard was completely shocked. Never had he before in his career seen such a sexually perverse scene. Not all the porn in the world compared to seeing the real thing. "Female Bovine groped objective between the legs and then he ran off, possibly to remove his clothing." He checked to see he had very little room left on his SD card, cursing his luck for only bringing one. His eyes darted back up the window, seeing the Bovine remove the last remnants of her clothing and tossed them aside. He noticed she was going into another room, and began to follow suit slowly.
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Greg removed her shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes, leaving on his underwear. He looked over his shoulder to see if Ms. Belford was there, finding himself to be alone. Perhaps he was a little paranoid about some sex-crazed cow that wanted to fuck him silly. The boy noticed there was a door, giving him an easy exit should he choose to bail. He approached the door, hand on the knob. But a voice spoke from within, telling him he should do this. He frowned and looked at his clothing lying on the floor. He had already went this far and he knew what would happen if he bailed. With a sigh spoke the codeword in a whisper, drawing a familiar tingle in his groin. If they were going to do it, he was going to make her squeal hard, even if he was nothing but nervous. She was no longer at the couch, but he did notice her clothing was on the floor. "M-Ms. Belford?" "In the bedroom sweety. I want to talk before we have a little fun." The tone proved she wasn't joking around. He poked his head around the corner, seeing Ms. Belford on her bed, leaned up against the headboard. She was in the nude apparently, causing the stirring in his crotch to grow. His hands grabbed at his crotch, begging himself to not get an erection just yet. "Wha---at is it?", the boy asked as he tried to control himself. She patted at the portion of the empty bed, signalling him to sit down next to her. "I wanted to talk before we get started. Alright?" He approached the bed, body shaking visibly from nervousness. "You don't have to be so nervous sweety, we're here to have fun.", the bovine smiled reassuringly, but it didn't help him at all as he sat down and laid on the bed. Her bed. "I want you to know Greg I didn't mean what I said about telling your parents. But I would like you to know I have no plans of taking your virginity. But I do want to satisfy my curiosity...." Her eyes traveled down his cute little form, giggling as his hands covered his crotch and obvious erection. The boy couldn't know longer hide it, letting out a moan as the growth happened.
His underwear filled up, causing Darline to gasp in surprise. His sac flooded out of either openings of his underwear, stretching the material until it yielded and broke to uselessness. His sheath grew and stretched while his testicles matched the size of coconuts. Ms. Belford backed off the bed and watched the growing process before her eyes. The sheath stopped growing as the pink monster from within roused from its 'slumber'. The poor boy gripped the bedsheets, letting out another pleasure-filled groan as the growth process stopped. Before Ms. Darline Belford was the biggest cock she had ever seen, her body still frozen in shock of the events that transpired on her very own bed. Greg panted hard, looking down at the pink monster before his eyes, watching and feeling it throb. Darline broke the silence by opening a draw next to the bed, "I...I have the measure this..."
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Richard had backed away from the window with his camera in hand and took off running. "THIS IS SOME SERIOUS SCIENCE FICTION SHIT!" He had watched the rabbits genitals grow to unnatural proportions and had every moment on camera. But he just couldn't believe it! He saw it yet could not believe it! With a shaking hand, fished into his pockets and tried to stab the key into the door to unlock it. He missed several times, looking over his shoulder and his surroundings. The Wolf took off in his car, cellphone in hand with Ms. Shan'Tika's number being dialed....
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Greg gripped the bedsheets or moaned with every touch to his naughtybits. Ms. Belford had measuring tape out and performed measurements on everything. How big the testicles were, how
long it was, girth, and so on. "You ARE quite a big boy, Greg.", she complimented him with a smile while her hand rubbed along the girthing urethra. The boy visibly shuddered, sweat dotting his form. "And for being such a good boy, I will let you cum. Come into the bathroom with me." She gripped his hand and lifted him off, letting the poor thing between his legs slap up against her form. A bead (more like a glob) of pre sprouted at the tip and started to drizzle and drool down the belly of the beast. " The Bovine led Greg into her bathroom and shut on the lights. She sat down on her knees inside the tub, and smiled up at him. "Cum into this bathtub, Greg. You know you want too...." She traced a lick along the shaft to back up her wording. The poor rabbit trembled at the lick and nodded weakly, too far gone for words it seemed. 'I might not be able to take his virginity, but I'm going to give him something he'll never forgot.' She thought lewdly with an even bigger smile. A hand was inbetween her thighs, cooing and urging Greg on to cum on her.
Poor Greg. This was not what he had in mind when he posted that ad on Furlist. But now he was at one of his parents friends home, jerking off into her bathtub. The poor boy was so pent up it took barely a minute of coaxing to let him spill his seed right at Ms. Belford. The force was so great it knocked her flat on her back inside the tub. The boy cried and moaned as his testicles emptied themselves into her bathtub and covered her from head to toe in his babybatter. Greg was exhausted from the whole ordeal, becoming weak in the knees. He sat down, throbbing erection still pointed into the tub. He let out ragged exhales, spotting Ms. Belfords form poking out from the liquid. She spat cum onto the floor and wiped her eyes. Maybe it was the fact Ms. Belford was covered in cum, or maybe it was the fact she was simply naked, Greg's erection rose up again for Round 2 which did not go unnoticed by Ms. Belford. "Greg. That was the single most erotic thing I've ever experienced!" She seemed so giddy and happy, playing in the cum. She took handfuls of it and gulped it down like candy. Greg managed a weak smile himself and whispered the magic word. His naughtybits began to shrink until they were normal once more.
Ms. Belford rose up from her bathtub and hugged Greg, covering him in his own splooge, "Thank you Greg. You made a horny nympho happy again." She kissed his forehead and smiled, "Let's get cleaned up okay? I doubt your parents would like me sending you home smelling of sex." Greg just giggled and nodded. Both of them washed the sex juices down into the drain and cleaned up, during the time Greg found himself nursing off her tit again (not that Ms. Belford minded) for a few more minutes. After that, Greg didn't seem so nervous anymore. He had experienced foreplay for the first time and seemed like a whole new person, unlike the person who entered her home an hour and a half ago. He waved her goodbye and walked back down the street to his own home while Ms. Belford waved at him and bid him farewell. She felt satisfied, even if she couldn't get penetrated as per her boss's instructions. It was then she realized she was to call her boss back after he had left.
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Ms. Shan'Tika was on her belly, fingers diving in and out of her sex with every grim detail her employee parted with. "Did you take the..." A moan. "m-measurements?" She breathed into the phone, then out her nose when Ms. Belford parted with the measurements. The boy would be a snug fit for her, just the way she liked it. She'd have to get him into her bed soon, or someone else would beat her to him and that was something she couldn't let pass. Ms. Belford spoke up, "Is he to your approval boss? He nearly filled my bathtub! And I'm pretty sure I'm going to get pregnant since I haven't taken my birth control in a few months..." Ms. Shan'Tika merely hissed her reply, orgasming into her hand for the third time that conversation. She was too focused, imaging the virgin plowing into her and cumming right into her womb and fattening her up with his cum. He'd probably get her pregnant too! She bit her lip and orgasmed yet again, her hand wet with her own fluids. "Ms. Shan'tika? Are you there?" Ms. Belford's voice broke the entrepreneur's fantasies, forcing her back into reality. "Mmm? Oh! Oh, yes yes yes! The boy is perfect. Did you see Richard there? I had him take pictures so I could see." Ms. Belford's heart sank. She had sent that....that hound out here to take pictures? She wanted to speak up but decided it was best if she didn't. "No, boss. I didn't. I have to go Ms. Shan'tika, someone is at the door." Both bid farewell, leaving Ms. Shan'tika alone with her hand still buried inside her.
Richard arrived at the front door some time later, calm yet still somewhat spooked. He explained in detail from his point of view while Ms. Shan'tika lied there on the couch in the nude. He gave her the SD card which she looked into automatically. Richard was silent while she glanced at the pictures on her laptop with a serious face. Ms. Shan'Tika looked at each picture in detail, then shifted to another, then another. "Very good Richard. You'll find your money in your bank account. You may leave." Richard straightened up his composure and turned to leave.
"Oh, and one more thing Richard...." She spoke up, rising from her chair. Richard simply raised his eye over his shoulder. "I can't let news break out of this so...I'm afraid you'll have to stay here." Richard barely registered what she meant. He didn't feel her head engulf his own....