Chapter 29: The Mud Bath

My parents arrived just after noon dressed up in their church clothes, my dad wearing a suit and tie to the dairy. I had begged the nymphs to let me have something to wear arguing it wouldn’t be good to present myself in the nude although I’d toyed with the idea perhaps because my soul had become a bit nympish by close penetrating association with goddesses. But I pleaded I couldn’t let my parents see my enormous penis. “It will scare them!”

They did not relent. I was freaked out. “You look great!,” said Siza who happened to be enjoying my erection up inside her at the moment.

I pondered the fact that my penis, immersed into them so much of the time, likely imparted to me a gremlin look too. They told me, “The clothes are gone, out of this realm. We’ve disposed of them into another realm altogether, forever. We couldn’t get them back if we wanted to.”

I didn’t believe that they couldn’t get my clothes back and I pondered about what lengths they would go in ensuring them my livestock services intact, naked. I worried about any future trips by my parents or family as well. I was getting pretty much mindfully okay with my dairy status for now but this was a test for me, really going too far.

I couldn’t imagine what my parents would think as they drove up to the bunk house having recently attended mass in the big city. There I would be, first time visit since my dad dropped me off, completely naked with an especially big penis. I dreaded the moment. I wanted to go hide. I wondered what would happen? I prayed for no erection.

[What if my parents drove up while I was attending class with one of the sisters outside which was what we did every day]

There was the sound of the car on the gravel. I was shoved out the bunk house doors as they closed tight behind and I heard laughing coming from inside. So typical for my gremlin girl friends. I was committed to standing naked fully in my parent’s view, a sight to see through their windshield as I stood on stage, or rather the loading dock, completely exposed.

Yes indeed, my appearance stopped my mom short for long moments as they drove right up to the loading dock stairs. I could tell she was wondering just what had happened to me, an understatement. If only she knew! Or did she? I sensed she knew something about my status ahead of time. The situation was so very odd for so many reasons I couldn’t explain.

It was weird. It was actually frightening odd, not that they acted so oddly at first sight but rather my dad acted totally serious and she kept looking at him and then back at me. Perhaps my wondering about his prior knowledge and involvement in this strange dairy situation was somehow substantiated. I just couldn’t be sure but suspicions were really welling. What else could be attributed to their behavior as I stood in plain sight?

She truly wasn’t as shocked as you would expect. My dad was just matter of fact, trying, and yet he seemed just a bit nervous I thought. He kept staring at my penis. It was not erect. I found nothing about the situation the least bit arousing and I wondered if my new physical attributes went a bit further than he’d been led to expect.

The long years of parochial training and endless church obligations stressed my sense of logic as I stood there, exposed. And then I began to feel as though I was a new normal and that sort of made me mad. Why couldn’t they be honest?

I had already lost a bunch of weight with the work regime but of course my penis had only gained weight and I wondered how much more it weighed to make up for all the loss of body fat. But the car window rolled down. I just stood waiting for them to talk first and I tried so very hard to act nonchalant. That was really tough to do in light of my wondering how they could have kept the secret from their own child for so long. Or, was I really their child at all?

[Astounding complex wondering, so confusing ... there was conspiracy or something afoot and I was something other than their son, looked like him but with an enormous penis making unbelievable amounts of gizem in love with nymphs ... go figure] [I suddenly for moments pondered introducing them to my lovers right away]

So now this guy with a huge penis stood dripping before them and I must have represented a dairy bull of sorts or something besides just their son. Was this a strange right of passage everybody got but me? I’d never heard of a right that expressed sending sons away after high school to become breeding animals for a while. GAWD, I was no naive.

I knew young men went away to the military but I was different. Nobody was handing me a rifle. I had a weapon between my legs.

[In just a number of days, leaving my city life behind, I’d grown a giant penis and made love to many ... totally a virgin on arrival I was fast tracked to fucking for enormous reasons]

As soon as I approached close enough to the car my mom said, “Wow, it smells here!” “It does?,” I said. I was alarmed I might still be emitting some sweet sex odors. Gizem in volume did have its own odor. But there was relief in her noticing the manure smell rather than commenting about my nakedness and why I was livestock rather than her son anymore. But, again, how could they know that? The whole situation was beyond me and I felt alien in their presence not being a source of shock to them.

“Yes, that cow manure is intense.” I smiled, mentioned you get used to it and was happy for the cow poop distraction. “I guess I’ve lost my sense of smell for it.” She gave me a look that was unbelieving. I was relieved she wasn’t smelling nymphs. But really, shit was no problem and the frankness of just another too odd event in my life was unfolding before me. These were my own parents, I thought, and yet another encounter with people who didn’t seem to think my nudity was unusual at all. All of me was exposed, balls, cock, anus, nothing to hide and I was not going to bring that fact up. I was naked, obvious, so let them feel uncomfortable, not me.

[A future view of me: did they know I was livestock, a breeder type, busy fucking many for my wages?]

So there I stood, a big penis, kind of dirty and scratched up with an enormous set of balls and my parents weren’t reacting as I assumed any normal parents would in this situation. And I had to assume nymph influence in this. I wondered just what I appeared to be in front of them. I had an odd notion perhaps I was realizing the entire human race was basically goofy anyhow, just naturally. Apparently they could be easily manipulated.

When I got in the back seat of the sedan the first thing I told them was I’d learned that cows have B.O. I don’t think that they were impressed with that new gained knowledge. “Yeah,” I continued without being asked... “Once you get past the manure smell you start realizing the B.O. odor and you can even taste it.”

My parents were used to my silly nerd observations and they feigned interest in listening to me. To this day I can still recall that B.O. taste and odor. It was astringent like no other and even on the tip of my tongue. Human olfactory sense is so amazing. I could tell the difference between cow B.O. and all else even after having kept my tongue stuck as far as I could in one nymph vagina after another. And I wasn’t about to show my parent my super long snake like tongue.

[My new found friends, sisters, like nobody I’d ever known before - these were my close lovers and... ]

[ ... I certainly enjoyed covering them with gizem]

I failed to mention my favorite odor, that of the sisters, vaginas, deep tongue kisses, and a flush came over me momentarily just thinking about it. I instinctively worried the nymphs were messing with my thoughts from afar. Of course they were; I got an erection and hurriedly changed my thoughts to avoid more embarrassment in the back seat of my parents car. If I’d been required to stand up and stick way out or worse yet had an orgasm from back there it might have been the last straw.

They asked me what I would like to do and showed me a shoe box with home made cookies they’d brought, like a Care Package. I was thrilled to get cookies. “Do you want to drive some where,” they asked? “Sure!” We drove off as they passed the cookies back over the seat and I know they were relieved to get away from that manure for a while. I was glad to get further away from nymph influence just to be safe although my greatest urge was to be fucking them, that is until the chocolate chip cookies from home were in my hands.

Surely I would have loved to introduce my parents to my five favorite ladies. I was in love after all. But what a weird scenario. My parents with all their faith based judgments expected to meet and get to know Lilly and the sisters? Oh, right. That would work. We could all squeeze in the car with them.

But I had to wonder about their weird acceptance of my nudity and wonder just how far I could go with the nymph introductions. It teased me to think about going all the way with them, my parents that is, maybe showing how huge my new ejaculations were in some open field demonstration where they parked the car.

I had to try to figure out the what of their goings on. Perhaps my father was a member of some secret society deeply ensconced in the faith like Scottish Knights Templar or Knights of Columbus or something. Lucky me. There was a deep thought bothering me they were not my parents at all but just ones chosen to raise me in an certain environment to ready me for my real duties, which I happened to like. I would have to talk it over with the sisters later. Or maybe the vast age difference between my parents was reason for a very young mother who had been impregnated by something truly weird. So much for those thoughts for the moment.

[My nasty self, defying the naughty angel of the overlords of faith, giving me the finger as I’m passing by, being dragged by a sister nymph to her bed to fuck me]

I smiled, thinking, as I downed a few cookies, yum, and further pondered my naked self sitting in the back seat of the same car I’d ridden in to arrive the first day at the dairy job.

As we drove out we passed a pile of fly covered afterbirth that a first year heifer had left while calving out in front of the bunk house the day before. I’d never seen after-birth before I arrived at the dairy and it was amazing to watch it slowly work its way out of a cow’s vagina, all multi-brightly- colored arrangements of tubes and placenta shiny things. I was also amazed at how relaxed the cow, a heifer, was “freshening” (birthing) for the first time with all that slimy stuff hanging from her all the way to the ground. It was like she owned instant experience.

It took quite a long time before it finally let go and piled up to wait for the flies to begin their work. In other words nobody bothered to remove it so my parents could see life on the farm from the convenience of their shit smell ridden vehicle packing a naked guy in the back seat who had a boner and a mouth full of cookies.

Crazy thoughts prompted me to visualize shocking my parents by getting out of the car and enjoying rotting after birth, gross stuff rubbed all over me, naked and aroused, rolling in it on the ground. Damn! I got another boner in the back seat. The sisters were still doing me, mind messing. So I continued to devour my new cookies by carefully placing the box in my lap to kind of cover my stiffie. Again, the sugar diversion was helpful in training my mind off of their mind influence.

We drove around pretty much nowhere since there was pretty much nowhere to go in the wilderness. But it was a beautiful day, warm and sunny. I queried my dad about what he might know of the dairy prior to my arriving. He claimed not to know too much but had done a story about the owner years back, back before the unions had taken down his empire. He said it was one of the most progressive dairies in many states and he knew they were hoping to get into the breeding business eventually. I both was and wasn’t amazed to hear that.

I couldn’t believe that my dad could possibly be aware his son was now considered a new special breeding livestock dairy animal, perhaps exactly what the dairy owner was talking about when he did the story. But I thought one look at my penis told the whole story pretty much and I couldn’t fathom any possible connection between my father the Nymphs. He was so holy. And yet I was so totally naive about things. Surely they kept me that way for a purpose.

We’d stopped and talked about more family news and I was beginning to relax, kind of forgetting my demise and their lack of response to my nudity. I was feeling all the creeping lack of sleep I’d experienced since I’d arrived. After a bit, at our last stop, I found myself getting deliriously tired. The next thing I knew my mom was waking me up. I’d fallen asleep mid-sentence and they both thought it was funny but seemed worried about my state, so tired and already having lost a lot of weight. It was showing, that is aside from my penis. But they seemed like real parents, concerned about me and yet no talk about my lack of clothes. They had turned the car around and let me sleep while they drove me back to the barns.

[Fostering giving my parents a demonstration with siza as my fuck mate, really vivid on their fender, seeing if i could get a normal astonished reaction out of them as we did I]

When I woke up I noticed that the box of cookies was not in my lap and I had an enormous erection sticking up. It had knocked the box off my lap but again there was no mention of my condition. I remembered no dreams while I slept but was aroused and oddly felt as though I’d been fucking something, really nice. And I was not going to bring that up, not my already erect penis that is, but rather the fact they were not saying anything about it, so obvious. I wondered what they’d talked about while I was asleep.

I decided this was really incriminating for them and I lost trust in my own parents. Such a confusing situation. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d been forsaken by them. I really had to wonder who I had really come from, where.

Somehow they were mind controlled or co-conspirators in this. I couldn’t believe I’d grown up all those years never having an inkling of a plan to send me off, summer camp at the dairy, to get fucked out of my naive parochial virgin mind.

When I was alert again I assured them I was eating like a horse and that was true; I was. I was also working 16-17 hours a day and that didn’t include my new found night work fucking nymphs. They said maybe I should go back and take a nap before the next milking since it was Sunday and my only time off. I said, “Okay” and felt a bit sorry they had to go home so soon but also anticipated a possible sharing of me with Lilly in bed, “taking a nap”.

After deciding I was part of some kind of weird conspiracy with their participation I wouldn’t be so sorry to see them leave. And it would give me time to ponder just what to think about them and their status as parents who seemed to go along with my demise. But then again my demise was fucking. Not so bad.

My mom did ask me how I was sleeping, a question that gave me a start. “OH -- just fine!,” I quickly replied. “I’m so tired. I sleep like a log.” I was worried she was going to want to see where I was staying. I maintained silence giving a yawn to hopefully warrant off any more questions and my thoughts kept wandering towards making love. I kept getting an erection which I had difficulty suppressing from view and knew it was probably Siza or Lilly doing that. But at the same time my gremlin side was wanting to show them the bunk house and perhaps a goddess, my lover. ‘Oh crap,’ I thought to myself. ‘I’ll just keep the erection as a test of their mindset.’

Welling up within my psyche was the need for truth. At the moment I felt that only my nymphs were giving the facts needed, not lying to me whatsoever, not actions, words, nothing. They were trying to put their realm into terms I could understand and these people who were supposed to be my parents were in affect lying to me with inaction. I was ready to unleash a plethora of truth on them and start masturbating.

And yet somehow I was sorry to see them go after driving all that way and not being able to visit very long. “Mom” told me “Dad” was going to be busy on trips for a while so they weren’t positive about when they would get back. I understood because this was a common subject while I was growing up, the too busy overly job dedication father, and yet was a bit sad perhaps feeling a little home sick.

We said our good byes after I got out of the back seat and swung my big erection around by my mom’s window. I was sure both of them spent extra time staring at my penis which they certainly should have. I guess it was a test but they didn’t react other than their focus. I sat, to make my boner less obvious, on the loading dock just about where I peed, mornings, and waved to them as they drove off in the distance toward the Mountain.

I pondered why their leaving didn’t bother me more. As they drove away I imagined my mom giving my dad heck for getting me involved in the dairy job, her poor baby looking so tired, skinny (naked with a huge boner). Certainly she would have no way of knowing her poor baby was fast becoming a Sex- Meister Von Boner, or would she?

[And maybe just one more fuck on the hood of their car to solidify my new role at the dairy with Siza smiling back at them as I sucked on her nipple and got the nectar cycle going with flow, juicy]

Needless to say this whole encounter was just all too strange. I could hear my dad telling her the experience was good for me, that I needed that, a maturing process. Little did he know, I guessed - or did he know, I was continually and hugely ejaculating into my flock of lovers? On the other hand they were probably deeply involved in a conspiracy using me as the sacrifice which only worried me more about being sold for slaughter like any livestock.

We as students had been taught in depth about ancient human sacrifice to appease the gods. GAWD! I didn’t want to ponder on about that. But I should have been more courageous is telling my parents about my dairy life, how I was fucking a number of females, human and human like. I loved it. And I no longer had faith in their dumb ism. I pondered writing the family a long letter explaining the details.

[They would just have to accept me as I was and accept the importance of what I was doing as livestock keeping up with demands for fucking deities]

[Schooled in depth daily]

As much an addict of his religion as my father was I had to believe he had something to do with my demise. And I couldn’t imagine the nymphs having anything to do with church. I didn’t want to confront them with my wandering thoughts, didn’t need to as long as I kept getting fucked so fun. To heck with it all and I’d just put my parents out of my mind and was kind of glad they had to look at my giant penis before driving away. Too bad Siza and I didn’t get a chance to fuck on their fender for real.

Suddenly I was wishing to have told them point blank all about my experiences and what was expected of me, all the more wanting to go back to my high school in front of the whole student body or fuck many partners in class, cover the floor with gizem. I wished I could shock everybody that I knew with what I now knew and could do. “Fuck” was my standard to bear.

The images of what I really was now kept racing through my head, tied to memories of my parents while I was growing up. This was confusion beyond frightening.

I turned and went into the bunk house expecting to find Lilly or my work mates on the beds but found the place empty. I wasn’t sure who I might find since the daily trade off between Lilly and her sisters was still a mystery to me, the reasons for it, exactly what time it was supposed to take place involving timeless creatures. I wondered whether I should just take a nap or go out to try to find somebody but it was a gorgeous afternoon and the sun felt so good on my skin. Of course I was horny feeling a kind of relief now my parents were gone, like a kid finding freedom to misbehave.

I laid down on my bed to watch the barn flies lazily hovering, zig-zagging back and forth in the shadows just outside the bunk house door. I wondered why they never seemed to run into one another. Then I pondered my sex life and got an erection dreaming about Lilly.

My erection hurt so I played with myself thinking about where my penis belonged inside somebody at that very moment. I couldn’t stand not being with her so I got up and left in search while swinging Mr. Boner in play.

I turned out around the corner on the loading dock and took a short cut toward the trail to the night pasture not really knowing the why of where I was headed. My penis felt funny. I kind of liked that. I stroked it and it started dribbling on the pavement and my legs as I walked along. It felt so good, words don’t describe as the associated tingle in my anus called back so many memories of fucking.

I noticed the milk cans full of fly maggot loaded souring milk placed on purpose in the sun. That was future food for the pigs who it was said thrive on bacteria. The pile of cans wreaked of sour and mold as I passed by and it was just another rotting mass like afterbirth, poop and other organic decay generally graced the place. The pig poop nearby at the sty also added a unique sweetness to the air. I can still sense that smell to this day and I pondered blasting those cans of rot with a huge ejaculation. That sounded like fun. I wondered if the pigs would thrive on gizem. No, I didn’t think about the pigs sucking on my penis per the warning about calves by Lilly.

While viewing the mess I kept up my stroking until I knew I was about to have an orgasm. It took so little to prepare one after I was adjusted for peak performance. I decided to be a bit naughty so I did fire off a big one hitting a milk can full of sour maggot smell. Whammo, it hit broadside and sent the mess up the side of the loafing shed in a big splash of guck. What a gross mess and I hit the side of the shed a couple of more rounds to wash it down. That was fun. I had a gun!

I wondered what else I could shoot at around the complex but somehow just shooting off gizem didn’t seem right, like I was wasting it.

I turned around another corner and walked south into the sun. It was early afternoon and the sun felt so good on my skin. I walked a ways looking to my left into the loafing shed where eyes, adjusting to the dark, made out the herd, or part of it anyway. They would be slowly gathering for late afternoon milking. I remembered the day when I’d seen Lilly in the shadows and her new friendship had saved me from my incredible fears. I fell in love with her almost instantly, my first ever love and with a naked girl too.

My penis spurt in a jerk just thinking about her as I scratched my balls.

Therefore another revelation. I discovered how massaging my balls after an orgasm caused gizem to stream out with the hand pressure applied. I was sure the nymphs all knew that already and I felt silly for not having discovered it myself. A couple of abrupt squeezes caused my gizem to squirt out several feet. What fun. More uses for my gun being able to soft shoot somebody and goo them up. I could dispense Happy-mess gizem on the ice cream and one of the barn cats came out to enjoy a little on the ground like cream from the cow’s teat. I could feed the hungry and starving.

Beyond that shed and around to the left where the long line of feed bins stood tall I thought I could hear voices. It sounded like they were coming from the other end of the bull pen. I kept going and remembered the malt smell of the warm feed delivered and shoveled into the bins.

The malt was from a local brewery and still steaming as we shoveled from the truck top passing slowly by. The cows loved it and I liked to wallow around as we unloaded it, felt good, warm around my balls and gave me a boner when I got more than waist deep in the steamy brew. I remembered that the son gave me a funny look when I enjoyed the feeling moving to and fro as if I was making love to Lilly and emerged with my long erection covered with grain.

He didn’t actually ask me if I had a hard on, duh! The warm malt felt so good I minor ejaculated into it, wondered if that pissed him off, my adding to the cattle feed. It didn’t cost him anything.

I walked down the line of feed bins opposite side from the bull wondering what I was hearing. I kept going until I thought I was adjacent to whoever it was and I slowly climbed up on the bin to be able to see over, into the pen. In the fairly near distance there they were, all four of them. It was the four sisters and not Lilly. Two in the bull’s big roundish galvanized watering trough were soaking and basking in the sun. Siza was draped over stroking the bull’s head as he lazily hung his neck low until his chin was in the water. He looked so satisfied to have her body caressing his head. I was jealous.

Fern laid out spread legs on the bull’s back looking as comfy as she could basking in the sun as it poked its shine between the leave’s shading above, moving with the wind, flashing shine back and forth across her vagina like a beckoning impulse. The scene was actually funny to behold as her vagina seemed to unfold in the passing filtered sun light. The natural spot light bright sun focused on her private parts and pretty much nothing else. I couldn’t put into words just what I was seeing but mostly had to repress myself from laughing out loud at the beacon I wished I had my tongue inserted in at that very moment.

I just sat there watching them. I could watch them no end. They seemed so much at peace.

The sun playing on sparkling water played on them letting me see more characteristics of their features. They were what I would call very photogenic. Their faces had so many moods, different lines and times. Their identifying characteristics changed with the light, or the mood, or perhaps it was just magic. They could look like totally different beings from time to time. If I had been a photographer I would have enjoyed trying to capture these various moments while the caustics of water and reflections played on them. In my boyish estimation there just wasn’t anything more beautiful than the sun on their golden skin.