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Snake - Chapter 12 by: Beverly Taff
Having slept the sleep of the utterly besotten, Sissy woke the next
morning to an even greater surprise. As the soft dawn light filtered
through the curtains she slowly ascended from the depths of her slumbers
to the sound of soft whisperings in her ears. Contentedly she assumed the
sounds to be Sarah gently assuaging her senses but as she squirmed
licentiously, she extended her toes to find no soft warm body beside her
in the bed. Sleepily she rubbed her sleep-encrusted eyes and peered
across the pillow to find the bed completely empty.
Instead of Sarah, Sissy found her two new cuntsnake friends draped
between her spectacular breasts with their heads coiled one upon each
shoulder. It was the very first time she was able to study their heads up
closely for previously they had always busied themselves down below in
her pleasure spots; invisible below her balcony or enmeshed in Sissy's
soft cushiony breasts with their features almost invisible as they
enveloped her sensitive nipples. This morning Sissy was able to look her
tenants 'in the eye' for the first time and recognise their distinctly
human features.
She gasped with amazement as she finally came fully to her senses and
realised it was her own cuntsnakes who had been whispering into her ears.
With a squeal of surprised pleasure (which the cuntsnakes were fully
expecting,) Sissy called to Sarah.
"Sarah! Come quickly! My cuntsnakes! They can talk!"
Sarah appeared smiling in the doorway with a breakfast tray and Sissy's
special cutlery. She helped Sissy sit upright then settled on the bed
beside Sissy as she delicately picked at the food. While Sissy ate, Sarah
explained further.
"Of course your cuntsnakes can talk dear. They are every bit as
intelligent as you and originated from human stock. That's why the girl
snakes can graft themselves permanently into your body. We usually give
both of them names and then they become our confidants and confessors.
What would you like to call them?"
Sissy sat in stunned silence for a moment until the longer thicker girl
snake tinkled bell-like in Sissy's ear. Encouragingly, she explained.
"Yesss, darling. I'm your girl snake. What would you like to call me?"
Sissy continued gaping stupidly as two pairs of tiny intelligent eyes
smiled and reared up like cobras from her chest. Strangely, Sissy was
reassured by the smiles and the rising panic slowly settled in her
breast. Carefully she stroked the soft smooth warm coils and garnished
the affection from their sapphire blue eyes. She realised then that the
cuntsnakes would be her friends until death and she would never be alone
with these little beauties to share her feelings. As she relaxed she
continued stroking them and realised that their skin was virtually the
same texture as her own.
'These were no alien invaders; these were somehow a part of her very own
body. She asked if they were a part of her own DNA and the female snake
told her 'no', they were compatible with Sissy's body but were actually
from an entirely different human source.'
As she recovered her composure Sissy replied to the snakes.
"I don't know what to call you. What names would you like?"
"There's no hurry," replied the smaller snake, "I'm the boy snake and we
are both prepared to wait. Our names are completely within your gift.
Whenever you feel ready, you can choose our names."
Their archaic turn of phrase completely flummoxed Sissy so she decided to
shelve the naming process. Instead she felt her usual morning urges
rising in her loins and she invited her pets to attend upon her. They
obliged without hesitation. Sarah smiled condescendingly as Sissy slid
self-consciously under the sheets and the satiny lump started to squirm
and thrash with abandonment.
'Sissy was obviously getting to know her new friends', concluded Sarah,
as she gathered the breakfast tray and set to washing up. For a few
minutes, Sarah concentrated upon the kitchen chores but inevitably, the
licentious whimpering emerging from beneath the sheets set her own juices
flowing. Her own cunt snakes started responding and Sarah found herself
drawn inextricably towards the bed. Gently she slipped off her peignoir
and burrowed under the sheets to share the pleasure. Gently her
cuntsnakes emerged to join with Sissy's pets and slowly drew their loins
together.
Sissy groaned as Sarah's clitoris landed a bull's eye on her own erect
bud and they slowly ascended into a cataclysmic orgasm. Fortunately the
apartment was well soundproofed and they were allowed to indulge their
pleasure with total abandonment. Their bodies rocked and heaved as their
squeals reverberated off the windows.
Eventually, Sissy became weak with her excesses and Sarah felt her slump
with exhaustion. The cuntsnakes released their grips against the girl's
pubic bones inside their vaginal scabbards and slowly the girl's loins
slid apart. Gently Sarah lay on her back as Sissy's stentorian breathing
resemble a tempest in her ear. Sissy was anchored on her side with her
pillowy breasts presented for Sarah's discreet inspection.
Sarah noticed two glistening droplets of milk slowly accumulating on the
bimbo's turgid nipples and she gently extended her tongue to test them.
There was no doubt it was milk and deliciously sweet at that. Sissy's
body was adapting. In a few days she would be able to feed her own
cuntsnakes then a few days later she would need the attentions of a
milking machine. Slowly but surely, Sissy was turning into a dairy-girl;
a human cow.
The scent of the warm droplets, quickly attracted Sissy's cunt-sakes and
their eager faces appeared between the sleeping Sissy's magnificent
cleavage to claim their rightful inheritance. Sarah stroked their smooth
warm heads as their soft lips attached gently to Sissy's starter buttons.
"Go on darlings," whispered Sarah as her own cunt-snakes copied Sissy's
pair and laid claim to Sarah's modest supply of milk.
Sarah knew her own cunt-snakes simply took what was theirs and theirs
alone. Sissy however was a different beast altogether.
Eventually, her breasts would need to be emptied at least four times
daily and the supply would far exceed her cunt-snakes needs. And so it
came to be.
After a few months, Sissy began to notice the growing pressure in her
breasts. She had long realised that she was producing milk. Her new
tenants had readily demonstrated that but eventually, as the excess milk
stained firstly her bras and then her frocks, she was forced to mention
the excessive leakage to Sarah and Jackie.
"It never seems to stop," complained Sissy, "Only a couple of hours after
Vince and Victoria have fed, (Sissy had likened her pets to vipers and
alliterated their names accordingly,) my breasts begin to ache again.
After three or four hours they are hurting and they begin to leak milk
after six hours. It's getting worse every day. Look at my frock, the damp
patches are embarrassing and it's only twelve o'clock. Vince and Vicky
don't feed again until four and by that time I'll be flooding like
Niagara."
Sarah and Jackie disguised their knowing glances as expressions of
concern and invited Sissy to allow them to remove her clothes.
Obediently Sissy 'presented' and the pair quickly reduced her to her
heavily stayed body-basque, stockings and heels. Sissy swayed momentarily
as her unsupported breasts wobbled then Jackie gently took one of the
leaking nipples and teased it gently. Sissy let out a gasp. Partly from
the pleasure of the sensation and part surprise as the milk spurted right
across the room. Sarah repeated the process with the other nipple and
Sissy gasped again.
"My oh my, my dear," grinned Jackie, "we need milking don't we?"
Sissy squinted fearfully at the two splashes on the bathroom mirror some
two metres away.
'Had her milk done that', she asked herself. 'Sarah and Jackie's fingers
had only brushed against her nipples.' Then she peered over her balcony
to see the two tiny jets of milk still spurting a centimetre out of her
nipples and realised that she was indeed expressing excess milk in
abundance. She stepped back and peered guiltily at the floor were the
sweet sticky liquid had formed two small puddles that was rapidly forming
into a single pool.
"Eek!" she squeaked. "Is all that mine?"
"I'm afraid so darling," grinned Jackie. "You've become a regular little
Holstein just as Sarah warned."
"What am I to do?" groaned Sissy.
"Don't worry, darling," reassured Sarah. "There's always a demand for
human milk. You'd be surprised at how many mothers cannot breast feed,
and it's always in demand in hospitals."
"But how am I to milk myself?" she wailed, " I cant reach my nipples!"
"Oh don't worry your pretty little head darling. That's already been
taken care of. Come along with us."
]Sissy felt a cold twitch of fear travel to her nipples then somehow send
ripples of anxiety down to her cunt-snakes. They responded by emerging
and slithering up her body to attach themselves supportively to her
nipples, the leaking milk flow disappeared and Sissy was silently
grateful for their efforts. Reluctantly she tottered obediently after
Sarah and Jackie to a new room further down the corridor. In the corridor
several pairs of eyes turned to appreciate her provocative appearance
with her huge breasts sprouting loose and her cunt-snakes clearly visible
like alien plumbing on some bizarre skin-tight space-suite.
Sissy shuddered vulnerably and hustled forward to the privacy of the new
doorway but her sense of sanctuary was short-lived. On the far wall was a
long bank of stalls like airport telephone booths. Each booth comprised a
deep hooded chamber to give privacy but there the resemblance ended.
Instead of a telephone fixture, each booth contained a pair of cupped
breast forms extended from the wall like a pair of shower fittings.
Sissy was led forward and placed in cubicle as Sarah demonstrated how to
adjust the suction cups with a foot pedal on the floor. By now Sissy's
boobs were aching with excess milk and she was actually grateful to find
any device capable of easing the pressure that was beginning to get
painful.
Carefully, Sissy pumped the pedal until the cups were exactly the right
height and width. Then she eased herself gratefully forward until her
firm bouncy breasts were pressed firmly into the cups. Jackie then
revealed the lever within easy reach of Sissy's foreshortened arms and
the cups gently started to suck her breasts.
Sissy gasped with relief as the pressure in her breasts eased
immediately. After a few minutes the pain was gone and she tried to
release herself. She let out a squeak of protest as the cups continued
sucking and her breasts twinged with pain as she tried to step back.
She realised she was firmly ensnared by the suction of her breasts until
the machine had finished it's task.
"It won't let me go!" She cried
"It will once you've been drained darling. Look, your milk is still
flowing down that transparent inspection tube," observed Sarah.
Sissy turned to study the recessed glass down by her side and was
embarrassed to see her life-giving milk still coursing abundantly towards
a stainless steel receptacle.
Jackie studied it like an appreciative dairy farmer.
"You've got a good flow darling. You'll be here for at least half an
hour. Do you want to sit down?"
Sissy felt her digigrade feet beginning to ache so she nodded gratefully.
Jackie demonstrated another lever that Sissy could reach to operate.
Gratefully Sissy pressed it and a special seat emerged from the opposite
side of the booth. It was well padded and fitted with special arms to
support her own foreshortened limbs. Sissy experimented and found the
seat-cum-chair fitted her needs exactly. She was virtually imprisoned by
it's perfectly formed embrace.
Once comfortable, Sissy adjusted the height of the suction cups and
settled her ample butt to take the weight off her feet. Jackie watched as
Sissy collapsed gratefully into the seat and relaxed unthinkingly as her
maternal hormones now took hold.
Within a few minutes, Sissy was almost in a trance-like condition as the
milking machine busied itself about her breasts. Jackie leaned forwards
and murmured in Sissy's ear.
"Milking time is usually the time that our other 'cows' usually have
their hair styled or attend to other matters of their appearance darling.
Would you like our beautician to attend?" asked Jackie.
"What! D'you mean I'm not the only one?" gasped Sissy.
"Why no darling. Just look at all the other milking stalls. Being the
only cow would make you very lonely. There are several other girls like
you. Indeed! We've got a veritable little herd and growing every month
with new additions. You'll meet them tonight at the evening milking."
Sissy frowned nervously.
"What! You mean I'm to be stuck here for the rest of my life, here on
this, - this- this farm!"
Jackie smiled softly.
"Good gracious no darling. You'll be free to come and go whenever you
like but you'll be very vulnerable without proper arms to protect
yourself from any uninvited attention. Those tits of yours are screaming
to be tweaked. You'll also have to be milked at least thrice a day,
sometimes four times. Provided you're not too far from a Gaia milking
stall, you'll be OK."
"But that will make me a virtual prisoner to my tits."
"All girls are prisoners to their tits darling. Men are always trying to
grope them. Think back to what Carl used to do. Short of a mastectomy,
you'll have to get used to it.
And so it was that Sissy joined the 'herd'.
That first night she was waiting alone as a large door opened at the end
of the hall. A group of bare-breasted giggling girls minced urgently
towards their allotted stalls and feverishly adjusted themselves into
their pre-positioned milking cups. Slowly their gasps of relief
orchestrated themselves into one long collective sigh of pleasure as they
twitched and wiggled appreciatively while their sensitive nipples
simultaneously released their milk and aroused their other needs.
Sissy felt a distinct twinge course through her own milk lines and
suddenly felt the urge to return to her own 'stall'. She hardly believed
it possible that she should feel the need so soon after the previous
session but when she studied the flow meter she was shocked to see a
strong flow splashing through the inspection tube.
'How could she possibly be ready again so soon?' she asked herself.
When she had finally finished, Sarah and several other assistants
appeared to help each 'cow' dress again for the evening.
After Sarah had dressed her, Sissy was free to mingle with the other
'cows' and pestered all of them with a string of questions. What she
learned did not re-assure her.
For instance, Sissy learned that the 'cows' usually went bare breasted
during the day but dressed for the evening and adopted much more genteel
roles as they socialised with their 'cow-herders'. Sadly Sissy realised
that the 'cows' were nothing short of being utter Bimbos. There
conversation seemed to revolve around make-up, milk, and men. She
approached Sarah about several issues during a quiet moment later that
evening.
"How can I go bare-breasted with these? I wobble and topple at the
slightest stumble."
"Don't worry darling, you'll eventually get the knack. You're managing
very well compared with when you were first changed. Look around you; all
the other cows are similarly blessed. Just go carefully for the first few
weeks."
Sissy studied her colleagues and was forced to concede that they all
shared her peculiar attributes, short arms and spectacular breasts. As
the milking cups had busied themselves with her tits during that second
milking, Sissy had felt herself becoming aroused and was soon twitching
as eagerly as her fellow travelers. Soon she had been gasping helplessly
as the second orgasm in less than an hour, overtook her. Never was she
more grateful for the perfectly moulded seat that supported her body as
she slumped helplessly with satiation. Then she wondered if the 'bimbo'
effect would infect her.
Sarah reassured her that the bimbo effect was related to innate
intelligence. The other cows had been complete 'jocks' in their previous
male lives and it showed when they had changed sex. They still had their
previous sexual preferences however, and despite being 'bimbos' they
preferred women to men. This is what persuaded them to remain about the
'farm' and avoid the attention of males. Their sexual appetites were
fulfilled by their lesbian relationships with other 'cows' and their
ever-helpful cuntsnakes. On this issue alone, Sissy found she could
relate to her herd-mates.
After a few embarrassing forays into a nearby city, Sissy soon learned
that the sanctuary of the 'farm' was the best escape from the horrendous
privations she had encountered. Even in the very public streets, every
jock on the sidewalk had surreptitiously 'tested' her mammaries. It was
just too easy for an approaching individual to 'accidentally' press up
against her ballooning breasts and check if the dazzling 'head-lamps'
were real. In every queue and at every crossing, she would suddenly feel
the uninvited attentions of some lecher pressing against her somehow or
another.
Of course entry into a club or dancehall was a complete waste of time.
As all the other 'cows' before her had quickly learned, there was no way
she could dance without arms to fend off the groping fingers that
licentiously invaded her most private and intimate parts. Sissy soon
realised that Sarah's words were absolutely true. Without a chaperone to
protect her it was virtually impossible to go abroad in public.
Within a few weeks, Sissy had become another member of the herd.
Sissy's life would probably have continued thus if events in her previous
marriage had not overtaken her. Wendy had been made pregnant with twins
by Carl's last abusive sex act before he had become Sissy. As the twins'
delivery drew nigh, Wendy contacted Jackie and Sarah. Sissy's life was
about to change.
The dust had long settled on Carl's disappearance and the police had
concluded that their wayward sheriff had probably been killed in some
remote accident or, more probably, by a vengeful husband when he was out
chasing a bit of tail. Wendy was advised that if he or his body, failed
to turn up after twelve months, then she would be eligible for a widow's
pension. Until then she was receiving a half-pay support income until the
legalities had been finalised.
The way was clear for Sissy to be returned to Wendy's house and commence
her new duties as a wet nurse to the very twins that she had fathered.
Since Carl's disappearance Wendy had been forced to take a part time job
to help make ends meet. It had been a struggle but she had managed to
work right up until a few weeks before the twin's delivery. Maternity
leave was not an option in the low-paid job she had obtained so she was
forced to return to work as soon as possible after parturition. Wendy
needed a housemate to help run the family.
After contacting Gaia, it was agreed that Sarah would accompany Sissy as
an additional helper to care for Sissy and help run the home during the
twins' early years. Sissy was passed off as a long lost cousin of
Wendy's, whose parents had recently died. Because of her unfortunate
disability, this long lost cousin was now in need of looking after.
Her disabilities, namely the virtually useless arms, required that she
would need considerable care and Sarah was passed of as another distant
relative who was provided for by the drug company that had caused Sissy's
deformity. The situation was passed off as a rare side effect akin to the
Thalidomide affair. It thus appeared that the saintly Wendy had taken on
yet another burden to add to that of her newborn twins and the other
older children she had recovered from the Social services. Other
townswomen would be sympathetic.
In reality however, Sissy was destined to become a wet nurse to her own
children. The irony was not lost on Wendy and she smiled a secret smile
of victory when the situation was finally realised. Sissy arrived with
Sarah as her 'minder' just a few days before the birth of the twins.
Within a few hours, a special milking stall was installed in the basement
and Sissy became a captive to its' services. She could not wander far
from the house because the milking machine was the only device for a
thousand miles around.
Every four hours she would have to return to her stall or suckle her own
twins to relieve her breasts of their supercharged lactation. She could
not wander far on her own anyway. Despite much practice, her digigrade
feet still made walking difficult. After half a mile or so in her
ridiculous heels, it became impossible to travel any further.
Additionally, if she was out alone she could not defend herself from any
unwanted attentions. What with foreshortened arms, 'fuck me' heels and
'grab me' tits, Sissy was well aware that she was a virtual captive to
the family home unless chaperoned. So it was that the twins duly arrived.
For the first few days, Wendy naturally fed her own children, to deliver
the essential colostrum and develop her maternal bonds with the children.
Once the babies arrived home however, the nursing tasks were swiftly
entrusted to Sarah who generally cared for the babies and regularly
attached them to Sissy's spectacular breasts.
Sissy frowned helplessly when she quickly realised she could not nurse
the children or hug them like a natural other. All she could do was lie
on her side like a fat sow whilst Sarah attached the babies to her fat
tits as she lay pumping the milk into their seemingly insatiable mouths.
Usually, Sarah would lie alongside and attend to the babies as they
tugged and sucked at Sissy's amply nipples. Never did Sissy feel more
demeaned than when she had to lie there like some animated udder whilst
the babies sated their needs.
Even when Sissy's duty was done, Sarah would always attend to the babies
first and make sure they were changed and bedded before returning to
assist the helpless dribbling Sissy. It seemed that her milk seemed
determined to continue trickling out even if the twins had been at her
breasts for over an hour. Every day, Sissy felt herself becoming more and
more bovine as her life seemed to become one permanent round of eating
and sleeping between bouts of suckling and milking.
She never seemed to be able to eat enough to support the demands of her
udders but the effects of her constant nibbling were becoming obvious.
Her butt was expanding to magnificent proportions and she couldn't help
but waddle whenever she walked to the fridge or table. Even her special
chair had to be widened and the semicircle cut in the table enlarged to
allow her access to the essential food. Of course, what Sissy didn't
realise was that crumbled up into her breakfast cereal in the morning was
a goodly portion of 'milk-nuts' supplied from the local agricultural
merchants.
In addition to her normal abundant human diet, Sissy was being fed like a
cow and couldn't help but keep producing more milk. Of course, the twins
thrived on such excellent food and were soon toddling. This made Sissy's
job just so much more demeaning. As soon as the twins were able, they
quickly learned to simply take their milk whenever and wherever they felt
like it. In the home, they simply approached Sissy and deftly fiddled
with her nursing bra until it fell open and the milk bar was open for
service. So small and weak were Sissy's infantile arms that there was
nothing she could do to prevent them.
The only warning she had was usually a small glitter of hunger in one or
both of the twin's eyes. If she managed to spot that glint, she could
only make a beeline for the nursing bed where she would flop onto her
side and lie like a sow while the toddlers availed themselves of her
services. Then she would have to wait until Sarah was available to help
her upright again. This was sometimes a while because Sarah might not be
aware that the twins had raided the milk bar. She might be somewhere else
in the house doing the laundry or cleaning and the nursing bed was
secreted away in the basement to avoid visitors seeing it.
End of Snake 12
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