Chapter 43: Joining Up Infinity

[The Swill sisters connection begins to manifest with the dairy while I teach myself to transition at will]

With a handle now regarding eternity, infinity, stuff like that, you can imagine my existence somewhat as livestock, a god, learning to be omnipotent, something like that. But mostly, being available for folks to fuck, I had to wonder if perhaps ancient cultures had a god of lust, most likely male, whose purpose defined doing it to mere mortals. I really liked fucking human girls. And they appreciated it so much.

I thought about that at some length as I hung my thumb out trying to hitch a ride to Sylvia’s.

As hard as I tried to think about some kind of wishful transition-poof, across town in a beam of quantum something or other, I just stood there wanting and didn’t move an inch. Too frustrating. I was afraid of where I might end up by mistake.

Luckily it was warm out, a nice day and my day dreaming was cut short by the sound of screeching tires on a car just passing by. I picked up my pace to catch up to the car now stopped but it reversed and somewhat sped back to me coming to a jerking halt. There were two girls in the car both in the front seat. The window rolled down and the passenger smiled, raised eyebrows as her eyes dropped to focus on my penis. “Where are you going?” “I’m headed to Laurelhurst.” “Hop in!”

The passenger leaned forward and I got in the back seat squeezing by her. Luckily it was a big old sedan so I could stretch out. I sat right in the middle over the hump. “Are you going all the way across town?” I asked. The passenger turned and grinned wide. “We are now. I think we need to. I’m Laurel and this is Trudy,” pointing at the driver. Trudy broke into the exchange and asked, “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “So, you’re naked, huh?” I laughed. “I sure am.” “There must be a reason.” “Oh yeah.” “And you seem kind of odd in that you have that ‘SO’ branded on you and something tattooed on your head.” “I’m livestock.” “Livestock. Really?” “Yup.” “What kind of livestock if I may?” “Dairy.” “What do you do on a dairy?” “Pretty much everything.” “Do people at the dairy go naked too?” “Some, but I’m kind of like a two legged bull. I’m breeder livestock but also not fertile. I milk cows and service the female milkers.” “Whoa. So you kind of breed but not really because you don’t make babies?” “I was just supposed to keep those ladies satisfied for important reasons.”

The two girls kind of laughed, perhaps a bit nervous and I figured I should clarify things. “I’m used, or was used, to satisfy goddesses, well, the milkers who were sister nymphs. They modified me to do the job. They needed a regular human guy to have sex with them pretty much all the time until they transitioned. Then I was, let’s say, free to go on my own. I kind of ran away from the dairy. The owners were mean and I didn’t want to stay after the sisters left, no more protection for me. You know, it’s a really long story. I came back to a regular life before the sisters returned years later and a whole bunch of occurrences returned me to being livestock again because Mother Nature made me a god and now here I am trying to learn how to be one. It is truly such a long story. And don’t think being a god is easy because it’s not and today is a perfect example.”

My new friends in the front seat looked at each other when Laurel leaned over toward Trudy and whispered “Maybe we better pull over.” Trudy shook her head “No” and kept going. “Have you ever been a competitor at a county fair?” “Yeah, I won,” I said. “Ahah,” said Trudy. “I thought I recognized you. You were that guy my mother told me about. She was at that fair and she heard about the dairy sire competition, went to the two events and especially the second one after she saw you doing your thing in the first round. She even went to the barn and stall where you being groomed. She had a lot of tell me about that and I can’t believe here you are. You were the ‘Lover Of Goddesses’ and my mother said they were the most beautiful women she has ever seen. And, well, you were fucking all of them in front of everybody.

The oddest part, she thought, was how people just accepted you doing that because you were just livestock, like not exactly really human, just looked human with huge parts like a regular bull, you know?” “I know. I’ve been dealing with that ever since I started my summer job before college at that dairy. It was both so frightening and then, when I finally got used to it, the most loving experience of my life.”

“So you are from here then?” Yes, I was born here.” They wanted to know where I went to high school and I told them. “That’s religious, right?”

[I’d often day dreamed about going back to confront the religious sisters with stories about my sister nymph goddesses and it turns out there were other opportunities to express my feelings]

“Yeah and I didn’t like it but I was taught to be really afraid of girls. I was so shy. When I landed at that dairy job, in a very remote place about one hundred miles south of here, they stripped me naked immediately. They beat me up. They took away my clothes and did very weird things to me before I was forced to start making love to six sisters who were deities, goddesses with very strange powers. I know it’s too weird. Believe me, first treated to that weirdness dairy, I was an innocent virgin so life naive. I thought I would lose my mind if not my life.

“Remember I was really afraid of girls but within like two weeks I was totally physically different and those sisters were fucking my brains out, so to speak if you don’t mind. That’s why somehow I was sent to the dairy without my knowing what would become of me.” “You’re right. That is too weird. But why are you here now, a god hitching rides?”

As you know I’m naked. I have no money, no ID to prove who I am except for the tattoo on my head and I have to get to Sylvia’s to meet up with the sisters and more people who I will be required to make love to.” “You are required?” “Yes.” “Is that legal?” “We don’t have to deal with man made laws but I have to learn how to be a god and it’s really hard. I’ve only been a god for a short time, a few days, and I’m the first human type to ever be made a god by Mother Nature.” “There is a real Mother Nature?” “OH YES! Very much so. And please take my word for it. You need to be nice to Mother Nature.”

[This was early training and before they got really serious about making changes inside my body plus you can see the impatience on Fern’s part but the discharge running out of me tells where they were accessing my inner body cavity]

“They changed you physically? I mean aside from those markings on your skin?” “Yes, they had to do some manipulations inside my body to make, as I’m sure you see, my penis much larger along with my testicles. I had to pass an awful large amount of what they called Happy-mess gizem ejaculated into them. They were doing that with me more hours of the day and night than seems humanly possible. It’s hard for me to understand even now after doing it for so long but I pass like many gallons of that stuff and I have orgasms explosively, actually. But the human girls I do get addicted to it, not the explosive ejaculations but rather post orgasm gizem they can survive, can’t live without. They say the feeling of it inside them filling up until it runs out is heavenly. And I love doing it with human girls even after doing it with the sister nymph goddesses so much. Human girls are different and I can’t put my finger on why I like it so much but I do. Maybe it’s because I’m mostly human myself. And perhaps it’s because I was forced to be afraid of them only to find out I love girls’ spirits so much.”

“Wow, this is very strange. You must realize that.” Oh, of course I do. So many people have had encounters with me and I’m not mean, I care very much for all people and I have no hatred. Gods don’t do hatred. We people are all just human except now after the changes made in me they tell me I will not die, ever. And in time I will learn my powers. They are making me figure that out on my own. It’s a journey.

“I have a wife and we are going have kids pretty soon.

“I’m sorry for telling you all this. And I’m sure you both are not that interested and probably are about ready to dump me. It’s okay. I can walk.”

Trudy fixed her eyes on me through the rear view mirror. “Aren’t you worried about getting arrested for walking around like this?” “Sure but what am I going to do?” “Laurel dared me to stop and pick you up. We do that to one another a lot to out-dare one another. kind of takes guts sometimes. But you were in a part of town where a lot of Scandinavians live and they are crazy fun anyhow. You never know what you’ll see.