Siren Song Ch. 05

Fingers. I want to feel fingers, other people's fingers, curious fingers! David's big strong fingers, Menena's slender deft fingers. Oh yes, Menena's fingers, how they knew so well what they needed to do! I want to feel them again, milking me, relieving me! I want the touch of their lips, pouting against my teats, nibbling at me, sucking me into their greedy hungry maws! I want to fill them; I want to spend all of me into them!

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The cart's squeaking axle announced David's return. The grating noise reached Barbara's ears, but her ears didn't reach her mind any longer. As David slowly opened the door and entered the bedroom, shuffling and with his head and shoulders hanging, his wife rested comatose on the bed in the two foot deep pit of her mammaries.

David took a soft hold of her narrow shoulders and shook her gently. Even that slight motion sent wandering waves across the surface of Barbara's breasts. He eyed them warily. Were they still the same size when he had left —? His wife's milk factories had reached a volume where even an extra gallon would go unnoticed in the ocean of boob flesh rolling gently before his eyes.

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Her husband's touch was but a tiny drop in the vast ocean of brushes, tickles and contacts that now shaped Barbara's whole world. The wavefronts of wobbling that spread through her breasts elevated her orgasmic delights. Her mams lost their weight and floated from the ground. Trapped in the blackness of only touch, Barbara sensed acceleration. She was propelled upward, faster and faster. Two tiny dots of light appeared high above her and approached quickly while her body of two orbs stretched out and inflated rapidly. The darkness took on shape, and Barbara was trapped inside the strangely formed cast, filling it more with every second. Her true skin squeezed against that hollow outside skin and fused with it, faster and faster while the she recognized rough, dimly lit wooden structures behind the growing windows overhead.

Other, stranger sensations bombarded her now. Barbara became worried. The world of touch and milk had been so delightfully simple, but this quickly became confusing. She blinked —

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"Nnnngh! Not so rough, I'm awake," mumbled Barbara. She opened her eyes and frowned through her long-drawn yawn. "David? You're back already? I — I just dozed off for a bit, I swear I wasn't sleeping —"

He nodded, then he pinched his eyes shut. Tears ran down his cheeks.

"David, what's wrong?" whispered Barbara.

He turned and sat down heavily by her side, turning his back to his wife. With his elbows on his knees, David hunched forward and cupped his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. She has us trapped, Barb. I got the cart back, but it's no use. I saw the town's guards, they've put up some kind of manned barrier on the road. Who knows what stories Menena told them. They're checking everyone who wants to pass. We can't get away anymore. The cart's going to break a wheel or worse if we try to sneak by across the plain and through the forests."

Barbara exhaled. She tried to worry, but something deep inside her whispered: Menena's slender deft fingers —

She caressed his back. "Never fear, dear. Come, lie down by my side now. It'll be alright. Come to me. The fighting's over."

"How can you say that? How can you be so calm?"

"Come, I need you by my side, please. Who knows how long we'll have that luck anymore."

"Barbara —"

"Da—vid," she fluted gently. He sighed and undressed slowly before he lay down on the worn, linen-covered straw mattress.

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Chapter 18: A Long Ride Into The Sunset

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"And what if Menena were to never return from her ride?" mused David with his fingers meshed in the back of his head and his eyes staring at the ceiling. "Accidents happened before. So what if they found her far away from us? Maybe she took a bad tumble from her horse, there was an unlucky stone in the grass where her head fell —"

Barbara rose as far as her anchors allowed. "You're joking, right? David, I know your heart, I know you couldn't do it. No, you're not as cold as her, or I would've been so very mistaken."

He turned his head and held her gaze with grim determination. "Barbara, I'd do anything for you, love."

"But you won't do that," she insisted. "I'd rather serve gladly as her cow for the rest of my life than to burden my conscience with such an atrocity!"

"You can't suggest that in earnest, Barbara!" He reared and turned on the bed. Sitting at the foot end, he faced what little he could see of his wife beyond those two proud, round bags that shielded her face and eyes from him. David's hands held her ankles and massaged her feet gently.

Barbara gulped hard and fought for words as the fire of shame tinted her cheeks. "But I do. It's the only way. Just think about it, David. She has to treat us decently. Me, because she wants my milk more than anything. You, she can't lock you up, and she can't have you looking like the slave she wants to make you into, because people would talk then. She's always cared about her reputation the most. The only way to keep you in line is to treat me decently as well, but still she wants to punish us by keeping us apart. So I guess she'll leave me here, safe out of sight. Her precious, precious cow trapped in the stable, ready to be milked anytime —" Barbara bit her lips. "Gods, you can't imagine how good it felt to give all that milk!" she groaned, sucking her lower lip over her teeth. "It's — it's li—iiiyyy—unnhhh!" Her voice changed from piercing shriek into throaty moan. David's face rose over the horizon of her mammaries, his mouth encircled with white droplets.

"Oh yes I can," he smiled sadly, caressing her puffy areola. "I can't resist you either, love. I see your nipples, and I must relieve them. I can't fight it. Nobody could."

"So it's agreed, then? David?" Barbara raised her arm over her promontory. Her fingers blindly reached and beckoned for his hand.

He sighed and nodded as he leaned in and their fingers meshed. "Yes, love. If that is what you really feel in your heart, then I'll follow you into Menena's slavery."

"Feel? No, David. I don't know what to feel anymore. I just know that she has won and it's the only thing left for us — and — and that there's something telling me it's the right thing, too. The right thing for me. It's my fate. Look at me! Giving milk, it's the thing I can do best." She sniveled. "It's the only thing I can do anymore, and if it placates that harpy, I'll do it gladly."

David rolled onto his side and cuddled the left one of Barbara's torso-sized chubby breasts. "And to think, just this morning I hoped we'd finally be out from under her boot." He rubbed his cheek against his wife's sensitive soft avalanche of motherly abundance. Barbara shivered in delight as he snuggled closer and squeezed into the giant pillow of warm young woman. Her breast flesh sculpted itself against his skin and engulfed him like the smoothest silk. It told Barbara of every square inch of his body rubbing against her, of every depression and muscle, and especially of the growing appendage that sprung from between his legs.

"Unh David, grab my breast harder, push into it —," she moaned.

He stopped his caresses and sighed. "No, dear. This doesn't feel right. Let me roll you over, I want to hold you, not this strange lump that some evil magic has hexed on you."

Together, they managed to shift Barbara's left breast across her body. Her breathtaking pair, each two feet across and a yard long, now rested side by side, slightly flattened by their own weight. Their teats peeked across the edge of the bed while Barbara lay on her right side. Her husband circled her and spooned up against the curve of her bare back and her wide, fleshy buttocks. He reached around her narrow waist, holding her close with his strong arms around her midriff. Barbara raised her left leg, gently pulled the seven inches of his flaccid cock along the length of her crotch and closed her thighs again. David's impressive rod didn't twitch in her warm fold, not even a single time.

"Oh my, you're truly exhausted, aren't you?" she cooed.

"No, love. It's that I just want to hold you. Holding you like this, it feels like none of all the weird things ever happened." He moved his arms, and the immediate sensation of Barbara's giant breasts against his skin asserted that indeed they had happened and still did. He sighed.

"My goodness, all the milk you gave, and the sheer size of your body! You must've been stuffing yourself! I don't know if I'll be able to catch enough fish for you."

"No, David. I — I become thirsty every now and then, but that's about it."

He frowned. "This can't be right! When's the last time you ate, Barbara?"

"A week ago?" she shrugged. "I just don't feel hungry, only thirsty every now and then and, well, the only hunger is for your one kind of meat that I've come to enjoy to the hilt." She turned her head and winked over her shoulder while she stuck out her buttocks.

"We're truly cursed, aren't we?" he replied with a shiver. "Look at all that." David's hands stroked the onset of her underboob gently. He slipped one thigh between Barbara's legs and wormed a bit higher and closer to Barbara until he rested his head against her shoulder. His lips brushed against Barbara's soft skin. "That amulets's evil magic has us in its grip, there just is no other way. And yet it feels so — so right. It's not just our bodies, it's making us mad, too, is what I'm saying. I'm sorry, dear. I should've kept you safe, but I failed you. And now Menena's about to turn me into her toy again, and you'll be trapped out here."

Barbara's fingers played in his hair. "David, magic. Not something we ever had a chance to fight. We never should've fought it in the first place. I'm just happy we're still together. Tomorrow will come what may, but today you truly are my husband."

"And you're my wife, forever." He smiled wearily. "So, our last hours together. What do you want me to do for you?"

"Just hold me like this for a —," she yawned, "— for a little longer."

"Mmmh," he groaned as his hold around her waist relaxed.

"D—David? Are you awake?" mumbled Barbara. Her eyelids dropped ever so irresistibly. "David, I'm so tired, I thhhh..."

A thin, blue ray shone through a gap in the timbers of the hut's wall, and the faintest waft of singed cloth drifted in from the outside.

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The tiny hill of sand was merely an inch high. As she lurched ahead, Barbara's toes got caught on it nevertheless. She canted forward. Her eyes snapped open from their drowsy, half-closed, aimless stare.

Barbara twitched and barely managed to keep her balance. "Whoa there, must've been dozing off again," she muttered to herself. "Almost tripped over my own feet." She looked around while she kept on walking. The cool, soft sand yielded just enough to shape itself pleasantly against her soles. Its blueish nightly hues stretched in a flat plane to where the mist-veiled horizon changed into a black, cloud- and starless sky. Craning her neck, she glanced over her shoulder. The meandering line of footsteps she had left behind faded in the distance.

Barbara peeked straight ahead through the V-shaped gap between her breasts, but the narrow crevice in the vast expanse of straining skin gave only the tiniest sliver of an outlook. She raised her arms high over her head, angled her hands and worked her fingertips into the slit to spread the cleavage of her humungous spheres apart for a better view. Her splayed fingers pushed lightly into the warm, yielding mass of her breasts, and the pair of orbs at least the diameter of David's height slowly picked up speed. The two surfaces of warm skin separated and revealed nothing but untouched sand ahead. Barbara kept up the gentle pressure on the inner part of her breasts until she felt the outer sides running into her flanks, hips and thighs; the impact sent sloshing waves through her mams' bulk. Barbara sensed their wobbling mass as rubbery resistance while they floated weightlessly in front of her lithe body. They throbbed slowly, and while they relentlessly kept on swelling with milk, the increase was almost lost on their already overwhelming size.

"This is not your way, Barbara," cooed a soft and gentle voice behind her back. Barbara turned her head.

The silver woman without a face stood several dozen yards away, beckoning her. "Barbara, please. Why do you want to go willingly into this darkness, when the light has been right before your eyes all this time, my dear? Yet you walk every wrong path and take every detour you can. Please, turn around and come home, Barbara. People hunger for you. Don't let your milk go to waste."

"I can't turn!" Barbara replied as she staggered on and the tall shape slowly disappeared from the cone of light that followed the twin balloons and their tiny wrangler between them. "Look at the size of me! My breasts, they're dragging me forward. If I don't keep on walking, I'll fall down and then I won't get up again!"

"Oh dear, oh dear," was the reply of the silvery shadow that now mingled into the night behind the young woman. "Are your breasts all that you can think about? Your husband is right by your side, and night is about to fall. You will learn a lesson now, and I think you will like it." The non-face radiated the suggestion of a smile as the silhouette raised a hand and snapped her fingers.

A thick branch popped up right between Barbara's legs and tripped her up. With a surprised shriek, she stumbled forward. Out of the blue, her mammaries gained real weight. The swollen orbs crashed down on the sand sloshing and wobbling like jelly. Barbara flailed helplessly as she was dragged up and over her own rolling breasts by the straining skin of her ribcage —

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Barbara woke up slowly. She felt a tugging on her ribs; nothing painful, just a constant pull. David's arms still lay around her. She smiled wearily while she rolled her shoulders and blinked her eyes open.

A curved glowing expanse greeted her. The diffuse light from outside came in with the golden hue of the sunset and painted a delicious luster on the distended skin of the smooth-sloped mountains of her breasts. Barbara felt along the silky surface for as far as her arms reached. Only the faintest strain deep in the humungous volume beneath the soft skin gave away that with every passing moment more milk was made and hoarded inside them.

"Still good," she mumbled to herself. "David?"

Barbara squirmed slowly, stretching the muscles in her back and her legs. Between her firm thighs, something warm and long and round rolled as she angled her hips. Barbara's face lit up. She began gyrating her hips on the rod she held trapped against her crotch.

"Mmmh, David," she groaned. "Oh my, evening wood is just as nice as morning wood. What are you dreaming about right now, mmh? Your eel's quite fattened up, time to put it in my smoking oven while we still have the time."

No reply. She prodded him gently with her elbow. "Husband, wake up," she fluted. "Your wife needs you to do your marital duties, and she needs them thick and long! Are you willing to make our last night one to remember?"

Still no reply. She squeezed her legs together. The warm rod, easily two and a half inches thick, answered with a twitch. David mumbled incomprehensibly. Barbara reached behind herself, fingered searchingly and grabbed his hip, rocking him. The meaty snake trapped between her toned legs tugged at her pubes' curls.

"Ah. Gods, that's quite a mouthful you've got there, darling. Wake and shine, sleepyhead! Let's put that gift of wood to good use! I don't want to leave a single drop behind for Menena."

He stirred.

"I ain't got wood," he mumbled while he spooned closer and gently tightened his arms around her waist. "Tired."

She smiled and grabbed the trapped glans protruding from her crotch.

"U-huh? And what's —"

She gasped. The head was the size she knew intimately when he was hard, but now it was all soft and squishy, for a few moments at least. It quickly grew hot in her grip as blood rushed in, swelling and pushing forward as the trunk behind it elongated and thickened in slow, steady pulses.

"Mrrrr—," David groaned raunchily behind her back and rocked his hip against the taut pillows of her buttocks. "You naughty tease, you! Fine, have it your way."

"David! The gods, it's soft and yet so huge already! You've grown, too! Oh my, it's just now getting hard!"

The glans spread the grip of her fingers until she clutched a dark-red apple. The trunk tried to force her thighs apart by its sheer girth. This was so many ways of wrong, yet that was just her head talking. Her crotch felt the rub of the veined surface as it swelled to a log three inches across. The hard pole moved forward along the length of her ever-wet labia, parting the jungle of her curls and sliding against the smooth pink stretch between her hooded clit and the hungry, slowly opening rosette of her vagina, and a bestial urge stirred deep in her brain and decided that this was oh so very right.

"My — my balls," groaned David. "Bigger too —"

"Got to have it now," Barbara rasped. Her hand slid down the veined shaft. Even with the root of David's gargantuan cock trapped between her thighs, she held a whole hand's width of the thick pole in her grip with unclaimed inches of his shaft to spare. "That's no eel, that's a moray! Just the thing my cave needs!"

David eased away, only to have his glans bump against his wife's venus mound. The first droplets of his precum hung in her blond curls. His rod's slight upward bend meant he fitted Barbara's whole crotch like the curve of a well-shaped saddle, and his purple saddle horn kept her from sliding off.

"Nnng! Barbara, lift you leg, it's not working. I'm too stiff, can't get in like that. Besides —"

She looked over her shoulder. "Oh yes, I know. I want to take a look at it, too! A magic cock! Mmmh, if it's really as big as it feels ..."

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Barbara strained the onset of her left breast to get enough room to turn and better look at her husband.

"Delicious," she muttered. A thin trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth, and she didn't even notice.

David knelt on the bed with his toned legs angled apart. He needed both hands to hold up the thick pipe of engorged flesh; beneath the root, his swollen balls, each more than the size of his fist, filled his taut straining sack almost beyond capacity. David slowly lowered his cock towards the bed. The apple-sized head nearly reached his knees.

"Double the size, Barbara! I — I don't know how that happened. Heavens, maybe we angered the pendant! Maybe that's its revenge! Making us into nothing but cock and breasts! Turning us into such misshapen —"

"Misshapen? David, look at it, it's gorgeous! The gods, it's bigger than a stallion's, and it's beautiful! This is what I want my man to look like! The body of a god, and the cock of a beast! Ha! Menena can't enjoy you now," Barbara grinned. "And if she tried, she'd just burst on it."

"Nobody's going to enjoy this," David replied, staring incredulously. "It's so big, there's not a woman in the world who could take this."

"Nobody but me," his wife answered with a gleam in her eyes. "Yes, it's made for me. Only for me. My own. My precious —"

David shook his head. "No, Barbara. I'm sorry, but I think not even you can take something of that size. I've grown a third arm between my legs. Look at the length of it! Very nearly half a yard! And the head, it's huge like a fist. The gods, this is a nightmare! That trunk would split your belly wide open from your gate to your throat, dear."