New Found Freshness
#6 of New Found Form
New Found Freshness
By Von Krieger
Dan was an unnatural aberration. He defied everything that humanity stood for. A strange quirk of genetics, perhaps, or maybe some horrible incident traumatized him as a child and had made him so incredibly deviant.
Dan was a morning person; and not just a morning person, an EARLY morning person. His unnatural waking schedule was coupled with the horrifying fact that he never needed much more than five or six hours of sleep.
So while Lori and Hannah would be snuggled underneath the warm covers for several hours yet, Dan was in the basement further adding to his unnaturalness. After all, computer programmers came in stick thin and 'bleeds Crisco' varieties. A rather muscled, fit individual who actually adored sunshine and didn't hisses involuntarily when suddenly exposed to rays of sunlight was anathema to all the comforting computer nerd stereotypes.
After a brisk hour long workout, Dan climbed the stairs to the kitchen and pulled out the gallon of milk purchased the night before from the local grocery store. Rather than buy from one of the big dairy companies, the Hornbecks bought things grown and produced close by. Though one wouldn't call a town of 25,000 a Podunk town, New Haven was surrounded by quite a lot of rural area.
Beef, milk, and cheese were all delivered to the supermarket fresh from the farms. It all tasted better when it wasn't pumped full of preservatives and been frozen who knew how many times?
Showing that he was a mortal man after all, Dan showed one of his flaws and drank a swallow of milk straight out of the jug. Or what he intended to be a swallow. His eyes widened as the white liquid hit his tongue. It was a bit different than he was used to; it had a rather interesting taste. A very enticing taste that made him gulp down more, and before he knew it Dan had drunk the entire gallon.
His burp echoed in the empty kitchen. He took a look at the label on the jug and grinned. If her cows kept up like this, Alice and Henry were going to be getting some free tech support the next time Nikki tried to install a new hard drive, or Keith's unskilled porn browsing left spyware, viruses, and porn dialers scattered all over the place.
Ah the perils of being 14 and having to explain to your parents in front of the computer guy why there was 500 megabytes worth of gothic shemale porn on the family PC. Dan chuckled at the memory.
He stepped into the living room and sat down at the computer for a few minutes, looking over the latest news. Celebrity crap no one in their right mind would care about. Sudanese Muslims calling for a Briton woman's execution because she named a teddy bear Mohammad.
"Wow, way to look good for the rest of the world." Dan said to no one in particular.
Most of the news centered around an outbreak of some weird disease that had several major cities on the East Coast under quarantine. They had been hush-hush about it at first, and produced a list of symptoms that seemed rather minor about a week later. They hadn't even given it a name.
Scratch that, they'd given it a name sometime last night, after finding two families that seemed to be the origin cases. Tate-Fairchild Syndrome, TFS. It was another reason to be happy to live out in the sticks; a lack of international flights to drag new germs in from all over the globe.
Dan sent the computer back to sleep and headed for the main floor bathroom. If he showered upstairs the noise of the water, plumbing, and on occasion his far too cheerful for 5 AM singing made sleeping difficult for the rest of the family. So Dan would lay out his clothes for the day downstairs and keep an additional layer of floor and ceiling between him and sensitive, sleepy ears.
He peeled off his still damp workout shirt and tossed it in the clothes hamper, along with his short and briefs. He absently scratched at his nipples. They felt tender for some reason. Paying them no mind he hopped in the shower, making it quick. He'd have to be there when the grocery store opened at 6 to get some more milk so Lori and Hannah could have breakfast.
Dan's mouth began to water at the thought of milk. As much as he'd drunk, he still wanted more. He also suddenly found himself almost painfully erect. It happened sometimes. The workouts would get his hormone levels stirred up or something, and he'd have to rub one out in the shower. It was standard operating procedure; even if he could've woken Lori up, the two of them couldn't do anything with Hannah in the house; both we more than a bit noisy when they made love.
He tilted the showerhead to spray straight down and took a seat in the tub. Dan lay back and relaxed, pouring some liquid soap into one hand. He licked his lips and thought of milk, straight from the teat. Or better yet, from a cute cow-girl like the one that had always been present on the Anders Farms label.
Mmm... a cute little muzzle, a white body with black blotches, a delicate, light pink on the breasts. It was almost no time at all before the familiar, sticky warmth gushed onto Dan's belly.
He stood and washed off the mess, a goofy grin plastered on his face and turned the shower off, reaching outside for a towel and quickly drying himself off. He winced as the cloth rubbed across his nipple, but paid it no mind.
He hung the towel back up and began to get dressed when twin trickles of wetness dripped down his torso. Dan grabbed his bath towel and was about ready to pat up the stray drops of water.
Seeing his reflection in the mirror Dan discovered that the drips were certainly not water. They were milk, and what was more worrisome was the slight puffiness around his nipples and the incriminating white droplets on them.
Dan stared into the mirror, dumbstruck. He brought a hand to his chest and gave a nipple a gentle squeeze; a thin stream of milk shot out and splattered the mirror, but that wasn't all.
Dan moaned softly from the pleasure the act had brought him. His hard on returned with a vengeance. A sudden curiosity popped into his mind. How much milk did he have in there?
He wrapped the towel around his waist and darted to the kitchen, collecting the empty gallon jug and a funnel before returning to the bathroom.
Dan took a seat on the toilet, the jug in his lap, the funnel leading into it. He held the jug with one hand and leaned down over it, hand gripping his nipple. He gave it a gentle tug, gasping at how good it felt as a trickle of milk hit the funnel, dripping down into the jug. He did that maybe a dozen times until the stream became a few tiny droplets.
He switched his grip, milking the other nipple, with similar results. He shivered with the pleasure of how good each pull felt. He looked at his breasts; they looked bigger than they had when he'd started. So he went back to the first nipple, finding a renewed stream of milk.
So it went for some time, Dan emptying one breast and then the other, only to find that by the time he'd milked the second, the first had grown larger and full with even more milk.
When both breasts seemed to run try, Dan had a fine pair of B cups on his chest, and the milk jug was inexplicably 3/4 full. What was more worrying was that Dan's erection was throbbing insistently. His member was glistening with precum, as was the toilet seat. IT had begun to trickle down the front and sides.
Dan gripped the milk jug between his knees, holding the funnel up with one hand, the other wrapping around his member and beginning to stroke rapidly. He felt hornier than he ever remembered feeling in his life before.
The orgasm the washed over him made him bite his tongue to prevent himself from screaming. He came harder than ever before, and in a volume he didn't even know was possible.
The milk jug was now full of assorted Dan-produced white fluids. Oddly it all seemed to blend together, looking indistinguishable from normal milk. Dan shook his head at the sight and sighed, pulling out the funnel and rinsing it off in the sink.
He caught sight of his breasts again, and slowly looked himself over in the mirror. His workout program was paying off. He could see a bit more definition in his muscles than he'd noticed previously. Heck, he could see a faint six pack.
Dan dressed, sucking in a breath as the fabric of t-shirt rubbed over his increasingly sensitive nipples.
He set the gallon container of mixed milk and seed on the counter, next to the jug's cap and quickly made his way to the PC and started to Google medical sites, seeing if there was anything on this sudden lactation and breast growth condition. On a whim he added "Tate-Fairchild Syndrome."
The first site Dan found had him enraptured. So intensely was he concentrating on reading the words on the message board and looking at the images, that he didn't hear the soft, mildly annoyed sounds of his wife and daughter getting ready for work and school.
He especially missed the sound of milk being poured over two bowls of cereal, and then several more bowls after the customary one each had. And then the pouring into glasses and being consumed without a mustached naval officer's grain and sugar based product serving as a middleman.
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"I'm not going to school today." Hannah announced and looked down at her chest, "I tried every bra I have, and none of them fit!" she said in a rather disgusted tone of voice.
Lori shrugged and sipped from a glass of milk. "They say girls are getting them earlier and larger due to all the hormones in milk." She said, yawning and finishing off the last of her milk.
"I looked that up, and it's a myth. The hormones used in milk production don't have any effect of people in the amounts used." The 13 year old said with an annoyed sigh, "I think Mrs. Reilly assigned that topic to me in Biology class because the old bag is as flat as an ironing board and I'm not. Anyway, I'm not going to school without a bra." She said more adamantly this time, slurping up chocolate milk through a straw.
"Talk to it with your father, he'll be the one driving. I have to... mmm... get ready for work." Lori said, with what sounded like a soft moan of pleasure as she got up from her chair, her panties feeling strangely tight against her sex. She dumped her breakfast dishes in the sink, and then climbed the stairs slowly, leaving her daughter to put the question of school sans bra to Dan.
She felt a little weird, but in a good way. Her dad was staring google-eyed at the computer screen again.
"Hey Dad, umm... none of my bras fit and I don't want to go to school without one, and Mom said to as..." she blinked and looked at the screen. The image of something that looked a great deal like a cross between a busty, smoking hot woman and a male fox; after all, human members weren't shaped like that, and they certainly didn't have a big, round swollen bit at the base. At least not in the biology books and on the TV shows Hannah had seen.
She looked at the image in the same rapt fascination that her father had. The beautiful creature on the screen took her breath away. No way could that be real. But the image didn't look photoshopped. There was far too much detail. And as Dan scrolled down, there were more pictures of the same shemale vixen. The weird thing was that she seemed to have golden glowy stickers placed on her cock.
Hannah felt something stir in her loins; something new and exceedingly pleasurable. She ignored it. Her voice was tight, the sort of hybrid of shout and whisper her mother used when Hannah was in trouble.
"Dad, are you looking at PORN?!" she said in disbelief.
Dan spun in his computer chair, his face bright red in embarrassment. There was an obvious tent in his shorts, and oddly two very wet spots on his t-shirt, and large bulges behind them. Hannah licked her lips involuntarily.
"I... I..." Dan sputtered, "I was looking up stuff on... my condition." He looked down at the breasts. Hannah noticed that her father looked a bit different. His facial features looked more feminine, and his voice had gone the same way.
"Dramatic changes happening over a short period of time, accompanied by extreme arousal." He said, "Looks like Tate-Fairchild isn't just confined to the cities after all."
Hannah moaned loudly, and something seemed to quiver in her pants. With a cry of pleasure, something tore its way out of the crotch of her pants, grown suddenly and unable to be restrained by the fabric.
Father and daughter stared down at Hannah's new member. It was a foot long, a deep brown in color, thick, and with a flat, decidedly inhuman head.
"Oh my GAWD!" Hannah shrieked, prodding it with a finger and moaning as pleasure shot through her body.
Dan smiled sheepishly and removed his shirt, exposing his breasts for his daughter to see. "I think we're in the same boat, squirt. I don't think it would be a good idea to head to school with you're big, delicious cock hanging out for everyone to see."
His hands twitched, quite obviously trying to prevent himself from reaching out and grabbing it.
Hannah bit her lip and looked at the yummy white droplet's that had gathered on her father's pink-white nipples. She was trying her best not to drool.
"This is going to sound weird and gross, Daddy but..." Hannah said through clenched teeth.
To her surprise she felt her father's lips against her own, his hand stroking her huge, bovine member. She was shocked by the suddenness, but she wanted it as much as he did.
Dan picked up his daughter, keeping the kiss tight, Hannah's arms wrapping around his neck. He carried her to the couch, stripping his shorts off with one hand as he walked.
He lay down on the sofa, Hannah atop him, the young teen stripping off her own clothes. Both burned with strange lusts, both knew that they shouldn't be doing this, but both were prisoners to their own desires.
Dan cried out as Hannah reached down and began to stroke his member, which had become much like her own, though smaller and pale pink. The teen guided it to her sex and slowly lowered herself onto her father's shaft.
Both moaned loudly as the teen's maidenhood was taken without pain. Hannah's increasingly sexualized body having no need for the obstruction. She was incredibly wet, and her inner walls gripped Dan's cock tightly.
With her small stature, she easily leaned down and placed her lips upon Dan's breast, drawing out the sweet milk from within.
"Mmm... you taste so good, Daddy." Hannah giggled, "Like the milk I had for breakfast."
Dan placed one hand on Hannah's head, the other finding her member between their bellies, "That's because it was mine." He said with a chuckle, "I think that's the reason you're changing."
Hannah shook her head, "And it tastes just like the milk you brought home from the store last night, too. I washed down my allergy pills with some before bed."
"Mmm... you're right. I drank the rest of the milk this morning, and that's when I started changing." Dan said, trailing off into a gasp.
Hannah just softly moaned her acknowledgement. She gulped down Dan's milk by the mouthful, switching to the other breast when it's flow began to slow.
The teen's change sped up as she drank. Dan felt her member surge in size in his hand. He could suddenly no longer wrap his fingers around it. Plus it was very nearly hitting him in the chin.
Hannah moaned softly as her body began to make popping and stretching sounds. Her cock wasn't the only thing that was growing. Dan ran his hand across her back, feeling muscles grow larger, thicker, granting his lithe daughter a thicker, more muscular frame.
The teen cried out and leaned back, allowing Dan to admire the changes to her figure. Her proportions had taken on a nice blend of feminine curvaceousness and male musculature. She was growing into a big, powerful girl, but one that still radiated beauty.
Dan grinned with delight as Hannah's breasts grew and expanded. The skin took on the same white-pink shade that Dan himself had. But they quickly made her father's tits look tiny in comparison.
Proud milk bags, the size of basketballs and tipped with thick teats. The word nipple no longer applied to the two-finger thick, four inch long protrusions that gave Hannah a proper bovine look to her breasts. Not quite breasts, not quite udders.
The teen howled with pleasure as Dan sandwiched his D cup breasts around her cock, rubbing them over the length as best he could. He was quickly rewarded with a generous jet of thick, sticky precum. He slurped it down much as his daughter had done with his milk.
He could feel his own change intensifying as well. His body began to shift, his frame remaining muscular, but being shaped to a far more feminine build. Dan grinned and moaned as his breasts swelled with even more milk than before, quickly surpassing his daughter with the twin pink orbs. His breasts had two teats each, making them more udder-like.
Soon Hannah's three foot member was sandwiched between her father's beachball-sized udders. The two were otherwise almost identical in size and body shape.
Hannah's body shuddered and tensed as she felt he father's prick rapidly inflate inside of her. It was nowhere near the size of her own proud penis, but it was big enough to scratch the eager itches deep inside of her sex, cervix, and finally the very back of her womb.
Dan was suddenly awash in his daughter's seed and he felt his insides churn. He cried out in his new girlish voice as an unfamiliar sensation of pleasure blossomed within him; no, within her.
Father and daughter were now the same gender; hermaphrodite. Hannah quivered with delight as her cunny pumped her daddy's member for all the seed it had to offer, while her own dripped sweet stickiness into Dan's new bovine muzzle.
Their hands met, four human fingers becoming two large ones, tipped with thick black nail on the first joint. They smiled and looked into each other's placid brown eyes, watching horns appear upon the other's head.
"What the hell is this?!" came the annoyed voice of Lori.
Dan and Hannah's eyes widened and they turned their gaze toward the sound.
Lori glared at them rather crossly, her arms crossed between her upper and lower breasts. While slightly smaller than her daughter's, she made up by having an additional pair of them, which was what her arms rested on.
Her short, tuft-tipped tail flicked from side to side in mock anger and she tapped a hoof impatiently on the floor, her pale pink cock erect and at attention.
Dan blushed, her white and black skin turning a shade of red on her face and chest. She was now the least masculine member of the household, what with the biggest breasts and the smallest member.
Hannah slid off of her, her tight, hungry sex making a wet sucking sound. She twitched her long ears and grinned at her mother. Her three foot member and lampshade sized balls swaying with the motion. The transformed teen blushed as red as her father.
Lori clopped over to the couch and ran her three fingered hand over her husband's foot long member and slipping beneath to slide a finger into her new, slick, eager cunt. She rubbed some of her hubby's juices onto her shaft.
"It ought to be a mother's duty to gently break in her daughter to the ways of lovemaking." She scolded, "It looks like I'll just have to make due to breaking your pussy in, Dani." She said with a giggle.
Dani moaned as her mate plunged her shaft in to the hilt, then pulling her down onto the floor, her rump up in the air.
Lori looked up to Hannah and grinned, "Honey, put that oversized salami to good use and show you father what it feels like to have a virgin hole pierced by a monster cow-cock."
Dani's moo of pained pleasure set off car alarms.
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Amy sighed, rather annoyed. "Well, Gary, we've got another case of tainted milk from the Anders' farm. Some guy from some alphabet soup of an organization says that's the third case of TFS they've found in the area." She said to her partner at the county health office.
Gary snorted with amused disgust, "Yeah, haz-mat suits bought with what budget? And it's the Anders farm, what's going to be out of the ordinary that we're not used to dealing with on a farm?"
Amy laughed, "Alice looking for advice on how to ask her son if he's gone gay from looking at gothic shemale porn?"