Chapter 12: My Penis Bares the Truth

[I’d called my wife to tell her I would be late, concerned about all the rapid changes taking place in my realm, how I might be able to convey to her so much mystery]

[And now new horizons, new friends, old friends, the truth retold and demonstrated using my penis]

As we laid around on Sylvia’s bed, she, Maria and I, I told them more stories about the dairy. “It’s quite a long story yet only lasted about three months before the sisters transitioned. But what a time that was.”

I told them about arriving and being left all alone to hike up the highway to a bunk house full of mentally challenged men. “I was scared so bad. I left my clothes on including my shoes all night long. And then they got up at 3:00 in the morning to go out and ‘call in the cows’. None of them spoke to me at all.”

I told them about my first time in the milking parlor trying to wash a cow and nobody was telling me you are only supposed to wash the cow’s teat, not the whole animal. How I was attacked by the owner and what followed was me being stripped naked and forced to suffer their horrible intrusions shoving their arms up through my anus. How I passed out and when they were finished torturing me I had an enormous penis not stopping ejaculating, constant goo.

“I was told I was dairy livestock and would never have clothes again, naked forever.” I even told them about being tatooed with ID number on my head and being branded like cattle. They were horrified hearing it. I wondered if they really believed me. “Where’s the brand?,” Maria asked. “Somehow it disappeared later, I don’t know but you can see the faded ID number on my head under my hair.” I showed them where the brand was and Sylvia said she could feel something in my skin there.

[So often confronted by strangers after becoming official breeder liversock at the dairy, branded, ID tattooed, there was much interest generated]

Maria and Sylvia listened intently as they played with my penis now they knew what it could do and why. They giggled when it responded to their touch as if it had a mind of its own. “It does most certainly have a mind of its own. It belongs to Branch and her sisters, actually.” And when my story got to the part about me being tortured they got very quiet and then hugged me.

“But it’s okay now,” I swore. “They told me, for my own sake, I would be memory wiped of all the experiences at the dairy. I begged them not to but eventually I did forget and it was okay. It’s been 20 years ago I worked there. Now with the memories returned I’m more mature and I can handle it. There are four more sisters I would like to see for sure and one in particular and she is Lilly the goddess postulate who almost didn’t make it. She was my first friend at the dairy. She was sweet to me.

[Young and just graduated from high school I sat, watched in wonder, my long training continuing in the pasture at the dairy with her hand reaching up inside me.]

The party broke up late and her husband had gone to another room with his two friends. I wondered how that would go after we had plenty of wine and I’d demonstrated my penis and love capacity to his two ladies. They had experienced the magic built into me by the sister nymphs. And we’d just met.

I gave them, side by side, with a lot of coaxing from Maria and Sylvia, the post orgasms “gizem” until it flowed back out of them and they both were rags of post passionate wilt as all around watched, focused and cheered them on.

“Tom knows. He has to be very careful while fucking humans. And he is very careful; has never hurt a human girl ever. He can be trusted,” added Branch. “He can do this without stopping, without ever running out of gizem. It’s exactly the need of we goddesses,” and I fucked them again to show how it works to deny any doubters.

I left them hugging each other and doing more sharing female to female. But those ladies were also glued to me the rest of the evening on the deck and at every available moment I’d do either of them nearby as they clambored for it. I couldn’t remember ever having a situation, two girls following me around like that. But it was fun! An available person to fuck at every turn and a few times Fern would do my anus just to make the fucking that much more exhirating. They screamed with glee to watch each other’s stomach come alive with motion from my penis inside.

Now Sylvia’s husband would have to make love to them in a manner of regular old human guy and I felt sorry foy having done his two friends too much. I knew they would never be satisfied with him again. And yet Branch told me some things on the side in quiet conversation. One was the fact that she was going to make Sylvia’s husband a rank higher in his abilities to fuck so there wouldn’t be tension in the household. I looked at her with concern and then I hugged her, kissed her, thanked her. “You are such a true goddess and I am so lucky.” Yes, later his penis was a great rank larger, actually dribbling gizem like a real breeder livestock. He seemed quite pleased. I’m sure his two friends were in heaven as well. I just hoped he could find pants to fit his new third leg ;-)