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Chapter 4-A

Belle

After nearly giving us a heart attack, Raph finally allowed me to read over the messages Clover had sent the previous night. Clover further explained that she had insomnia sometimes, and took melatonin to help her sleep, and also promised us that, while she was quite distraught over the previous evening, she wasn't going to off herself. Ten minutes had passed and we had needed to explain what had happened, and apologize for destroying her front door. I had given Raph a slap on the back of the head when this came up, which seemed to help Clover smile.

"You guys were that worried about me? Even you Raphon?" Raph smiled sheepishly, but didn't respond. Clover sat up, keeping the thick, puffy comforter over her front, which held on to her obviously-prodigious shelf with little to no assistance. "Listen I... I'm sorry about yesterday... I Just... I freaked out. It wasn't even what you said. I just avoid getting close to anyone for fear of..."

I looked ashamed of my outburst the night before, but only briefly before offering, "I know you have some kind of.. weird secret or whatever, but did you ever think that maybe we were your friends and wouldn't judge you for it?"

She looked away, "I did... but I also didn't want you to feel trapped in having to say you love me despite discovering it. It would've been really awkward."

Raph and I exchanged looks, and he gave me a knowing shrug, as if to say, 'that was your own fault.' I returned to her and leaned a bit closer, resting my paw on her bare shoulder with a smile, "Listen, I told you I loved you after 3 days... probably the most embarrassing thing I've ever done. I am a female goat on the body of a male lion who snores like an angry bear and breaks wind shamelessly,"

"Hey now that's..."

"Completely true," I interjected his defense, before continuing. "We just ran for ten straight minutes without stopping and broke down a solid oak door,"

"Which we will pay for!" Raphon added.

"...just to make sure you were alright. We have a live snake for a tail that STILL hasn't woke up, despite it being nine in the morning. We are the biggest freaks on campus, and we would do absolutely anything for you. Nothing you can show us would be weird enough to deter us."

Clover looked thoughtfully at us, before pointing to the large, red bra on the floor nearby, "Can you get that for me?" Raphon Obliged her request, a bit too excitedly if you ask me, and we both averted our eyes as she encased her breasts. I think I was a bit disappointed, subconsciously and I know Raphon was, however there were more important things to deal with than a free peek. From behind us, we heard a sobbing sound, and I turned to see her with the offending garment half-on, the swells of her breasts overflowing from the lacy cups. "I hate this..."

Raphon turned as well, and presented the same look of concern that I had. Her body, below her enormous, half-covered breasts was still covered by the comforter. I still wasn't sure what was wrong, and averted my eyes to offer some kind of decency. Raphon, on the other hand, decided to slide closer, placing an arm around Clover's nearly-naked upper-body. I was waiting for the imminent scream or slap, but what came was the compressing sensation of a small, warm body curling tightly against our own, convulsing, periodically with the huffs of sobs.

That's when I spotted it sticking out from under her bed. At first I had thought it was a discarded drinking glass, but upon further inspection, I distinguished a plastic tube from the glass cup. Nearby, another sat, and both seemed to feed under the bed, to some unknown source. In the silence, I contemplated the shape of the device, until I suddenly understood.

"You said last summer you hit a strange hormonal imbalance..." I muttered.

She nodded against our chest, then sat up. Se allowed the bra to fall free, revealing two Silver-dollar-width nipples that were dark, splotchy, and tugged hard by hours and days of continued use. Of course: She couldn't fit into her bra because she hadn't pumped them since waking up. I tried to be understanding, and I'm sure Raphon gave as much effort as he could as well, but we both looked at those thick, nipples, now revealed with her gargantuan breasts, and we felt more than a little excited by the view. Without even a warning, she began rubbing along the base of her exposed breasts with both hands, just where the swollen flesh met with her chest as if trying to alleviate the sore swelling.

"It never stops... I've tried every medicine and herbal remedy I can find, but my body is so out-of-whack, that I have to pump every few hours." I realized that we were both staring, wide-eyed, and quickly shook my head, breaking the spell.

I wanted to tell her that this was underwhelming, as far as weirdness went. I wanted to tell her that not only was this not a turn-off, it was actually rather fascinating, if not alluring, but instead I kept myself empathetic. "I'm so sorry, Clover. That sounds really rough. I understand why you're so self conscious about it."

Lips formed a weak smile that she seemed to be fighting, another tear dripping from her eye, only to be lost in the thick fur of her cheek. She bit down on her lip, and let out a mild whine of discomfort as she continued to massage her sore breasts. An instant later, a tiny bead of white peaked at the tip of her dimpled right nipple, swelling in size over the next few seconds until it became so hefty with fluid that it dripped down her bald, black nipple and fell onto the comforter, leaving a wet stain behind.

I watched this transpire and nearly leaped upon her, right there, only halted by my lack of actual mobility. I think this revelation had struck me as more scientific than arousing, and I suddenly knew how others felt when they started asking us a million questions.

"I mean... this isn't that weird. It's actually really sexy..." Raphon blurted out. I nearly hit him for being so callous, but surprisingly, Clover giggled and wiped away another tear. Just as quickly as it had come, the smile vanished. Perhaps, despite not feelings so herself, it made her feel better to hear such reassuring words.

"That's only part of the issue." she muttered, "One in fifteen women are born with a condition.. PAMS."

I searched my memory, "Pronounced Auxiliary Mammary Syndrome." She nodded in response and I gave a dubious look, "That's pretty common. You have a few extra nipples?"

Well.. in most, but in cows it just sort of... gives us a big bald patch and four extra nipples that are barely even noticeable on our tummy."

I shrugged, "That's not weird, a lot of non-humans have multiple rows of nipples. Hell, Raph's brought home several girls with PAMS."

She continued, as though I hadn't said anything, looking distracted. "like other cows, once we are pregnant, this section becomes something... more. Bigger. This isn't something you notice often, because most of the time, these cows are older and have kids. When you see them, it just looks like a bit of post-pregnancy chub." She began smoothing out the comforter around her waist, the airy, thick material smashing down to give us the actual dimensions of her lap, which seemed to house an oddly low-hanging bulge of pudge about the size of a large bag of flour.

I knew what was coming, and I was actually kind of intrigued to see it. "It's okay, I get it. You can show us." Raph, though kind of a bone-head, had figured it out too, and looked anxiously. I think she felt like a sort-of spectacle, and hesitated at first. Eventually she took a deep breath, mustering whatever courage she could from within, and pulling away the remainder of the comforter, tossing it aside so that her entire body came into view. Her crotch was completely obscured, mind you, as there was a big, fleshy pink sack which hung just inches below her belly button, and contained four turgid little prongs: She had an udder. The skin was taut, a lot like her engorged breasts, and she was probably filled to the breaking point after an entire night of disuse.

She took a deep breath, and looked at us expectantly, as if waiting for our reply. Raph leaned our body closer and we both beamed at her, playfully. She looked confused, for a moment and he laughed, "What? Did you think we were going to say 'ewww gross' and run away?"

She bit her lip, as if attempting to stifle a nervous laugh, her red, blushing cheeks showing through her stark-white fur. "No... I guess not, after how sweet you've both been." She looked nervously around, "Listen though... I really need to take care of this."

We disregarded our own screaming desires and stood up, almost immediately, "right! Sorry! Uhm..." I motioned to the cups sticking out from under the bed. Fishing it out and handing it to her, I realized that the device it was attached to was... diminutive at the least. "wait... is there more?" Certainly she didn't drain all of that with this tiny device.

She looked a bit embarrassed, "I... yeah. I only have that. I have to pump my breasts, empty it, then pump my udders two at a time. It takes about forty-five minutes, but thankfully my udders don't really fill as fast as my breasts do. I only have to pump them at home." She looked at her swollen pink milk sack, though I think she was truthfully only averting her gaze downward, "My family is kind of poor, so this came as a hand-me-down from my Aunt on my dad's side."

Raphon looked thoughtful, "So that's what you keep in your messenger bag..."

"Well that and the other staples any woman carries." she muttered.

I realized that we were keeping her, "So yeah... Uhm... we'll get going and leave you to it. We've got to figure out a way to pay for your door."

As we began to leave, I could hear a low humming sound and, despite every instinct not to, turned my head from her doorway. She was leaning forward, the thick glass cups of her pumps already squeezing and dimpling her immense breasts, creating a seal of air that met somewhere halfway through the diameter of her vast areola and tugged a good portion of her nipple inside. The suction must have been intense, and already she was starting to pant, her cute little pink-and-black tongue hanging just past her teeth as she sat with her eyes closed. It had only been on for a few seconds, and already the tubes were flowing with a rich, unpasteurized cream straight from the tap.

Raph looked at me, "We need to take this slow. Give her the space she needs. She'll open up."

I nodded, despite hungrily eyeing her oblivious, whimpering form, and allowed Raph to lead us out through her bedroom frame, shutting the door behind us, then finally stepping over the felled front door and out into the now-warm sunlight of late morning.

Chapter 4-B

Raphon

It had taken until eleven to explain to Dr. Peregrine just what had left us fleeing in such a fit that morning, and she was rather angry when we mentioned having broken Clover's front door, but seemed to soften when we explained why. I probably shouldn't have led with "so we broke someone's door down." I got a good slap for that, from Belle.

A new doctor, whom had been sitting idly by while we recounted the story, was finally introduced, almost as quickly as I was slapped. She was a short, chubby young scientist with large, cute glasses. A bovine herself, she was stacked rather profoundly in the front, with a bubbly posterior to match. She had long, straight black hair that had been tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of the way.

"This is Dr. Lu."

"Dr. Who?"

Dr. Peregrine rolled her eyes, "Dr. Lulu Alder. She'll be interning for the next few weeks, and will be your personal physician, as well as your primary attending researcher." This sort of announcement wasn't unusual. We always had someone who was constantly watching, studying and learning about us. We were a scientific anomaly, or so we were told, and people came from all over to learn more about us.

I, for one, liked Dr. Lu, already, though Belle would testify that it was probably more for her curvy, round body than anything else. I held out my paw and smiled, "Hi Dr. Lu! I'm Raphon!"

"I know." She spoke plainly, eyeing my hand with a look one might give to a wall, or a sidewalk. It was like she was analyzing my paw for quite some time, but ultimately she took it and gave it a shake, "I've read the report. And this is Belle? It it a pleasure to meet you." Every word from her mouth was as bland as her bleach-white lab coat. Interacting with her was a bit like talking to a robot.

Belle caught this and gave her a concerned expression, "It's... nice to meet you too..." She hazarded nervously.

Dr. Lu returned her gaze to Dr. Peregrine, "Doctor, I will see that this morning's notes are taken care of, you can return to work on the fission experiments, uninterrupted." She received a 'thank you,' before shuffling off.

Dr. Peregrine gave us a knowing look, having caught on to our apprehension, "She's very nice... I know she's going to take a lot of getting used to."

I shook my head profusely, "No, it's okay, I just didn't know we were hiring busty zombies."

Belle practically spat with laughter, but still slapped my arm for the comment, on reflex. Our guardian performed the usual tests, and then offered us breakfast, which had gotten cold in our absence. I realized that between not eating before our short marathon and staring hungrily at Clover's three big, milk dispensers for nearly twenty minutes, I had managed to make myself rather famished.

When we were alone, seated at the table and shoveling down microwaved hash browns, eggs and bacon, I looked to Belle thoughtfully, "So... should we tell Dr. Peregrine the whole story? I know Clover probably doesn't want everyone to know about her condition..."

"No." she answered flatly.

"But... what if one of the staff scientists could do something to help her? I mean sure it's... kind of interesting... possibly sexy... but obviously she doesn't like the extra time and effort spent taking care of it." I tried to be discreet in my phrasing, in case anyone happened to walk by.

"We can ask her later, but for now we have to respect her need for secrecy." I understood, and still wished there was something we could do to help.

"It can't be fun spending an hour and a half every day just milking yourself."

She shook her head, "That doesn't even include all the trips to the bathroom at school."

I rested my chin on my adjacent paw and thought hard, allowing Belle to eat for us. If we couldn't medically do anything to assist her, what else was there? I felt a rustling at my waist as Pip uncurled and slithered up, atop the table, eyeballing the various foods around him like he might consider eating something. "Good morning Pip," I muttered, though he paid me no mind. I held out a paw, which he began to slither over, coiling about it somewhat, and resting his head upon my upturned palm, wherein I rubbed his chin with my thumb.

We were certainly a strange group. Three entities attached to a single body, and a half breed with a few rather unusual genetic prizes.

A brilliant idea popped into my head, and I nearly tossed poor Pip as I leapt to our feet. He looked at me with the his dumb snake eyes like he wasn't quite sure what was going on, but wound up slithering up our shirt to take his usual place, nestled into our mane. "I have an idea!"

Belle was toweling milk off her her face, having been trying to drink the remains of her cereal when I had abruptly stood. I gave an apologetic look, and quickly pulled out my phone. "Okay so... she said that she's not the only bovine with udders right?"

"Sure, she said it's like... one in fifteen?"

"Yeah, so certainly they make devices more suited to her needs?" I was already thumbing through Nile.com's online marketplace, and managed to find exactly what I was looking for. It was a large, cylindrical pump that looked to stand about to our knees, and housed four separate tubes and cups, each looked to be for use on non-wild bovines. "See! This is perfect! We can get this for her, and it'll cut an hour out of her daily routine!"

She craned her neck to see my phone, and seemed interested, until she pointed out the price at the bottom of the page. "Yeah that's great, but I don't suppose you have three hundred and sixty-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents lying around that you haven't told me about?"

My heart sank, and I sighed, just as Dr. Peregrine entered the room, "What do you need that much money for?" She was carrying a coffee cup, and walked directly to the coffee pot opposite our table to refill it, giving us a dubious expression.

"Drugs, mom." I grinned, earning a shake of her head and another slap from Belle.

Belle spoke up, "A gift for a friend."

Dr. Peregrine's expression warmed slightly, "The friend you ran halfway across town to make sure they were okay? The friend who made you cry last night?"

Belle's face faulted to embarrassment, "Look that was... yeah that's her. That's water under the bridge though."

She regarded us thoughtfully, and began to walk around the room, circling us like a shark, "You know.. you could make that money in about three weeks, if you performed chores around the lab." At first we both thought she was joking, but at the serious look on her face, our motivation grew immensely. "Of course, that depends on how quickly you want that present for your friend."

"I mean... the sooner the better... it's kind of a medical thing." She looked more concerned than ever when I said that, but didn't pry out of respect. Instead, she fished out her wallet, and dug around inside the leather binding, tugging out, with some effort, a credit card which had been lodged pretty tightly among so many other plastic cards. Once it had been retrieved, she slid it across the table, and continued to give us the cautious parental look.

"You are now in debt to me four hundred dollars and fifty one cents at a monthly interest rate of ten percent." She smirked.

"Wait, It's only three hundred a-..." Belle pointed to the total on my phone screen, including sales tax, "oh... but Ten percent interest? Don't you think that's high?"

She shrugged, "Only if you don't think you can pay it off in a month. Anyway I think you should be happy that I am paying for shipping."

Belle smiled, "thank you Dr. Peregrine."

She topped off her coffee cup and sashayed for the door, grabbing the card on the way out, now that Belle had already used it. "Don't thank me yet. You haven't seen the kinds of chores I have in store for you. Without another word, she left.

A message came through, a minute later, in our Candygram chat, obviously from Clover.

Farmdog20: ...so is it weird yet?

Belle and I gave each other an amused set of smiles before laughing. We liked weird.

We talked to Clover off-and-on throughout the day, and spent most of our time in our room. There were two issues befalling us at that moment: The first was that we wanted to spend time with Clover, but were trying to give her the space she needed after all of her dirty laundry had been revealed to us. The second was that, following ten minutes of the most teasing, tantalizing displays that we had ever been forced to sit through, our collective balls were bluer than the sky that beautiful day.

"I should see if I can get someone..." I argued for the second time.

"What about Clover!" Belle glared at me, trying to slap my phone out of my paw, ultimately failing, but still managing to make browsing numbers more difficult.

"What about her? We aren't dating, and she's the reason we've jerked off twice today and still feel unsatisfied!"

"When are you ever satisfied?!" Belle practically screamed in my ear. I ignored her and continued to browse my contacts with my phone at arm's length. She looked angrily at me, "Don't you care about her at all?"

I rolled my eyes, "Of course I do, Belle. She's everything I want in someone for us, but she's only our friend, and that's all she wants to be..." Belle opened her mouth to object, but nothing came out. She couldn't think of a single argument that seemed valid. I was right: Clover was our friend, and we were not obligated to hold out on our carnal needs for someone who might never come around. I also knew she was just as excruciatingly randy as I was, and would die for any attention we could get.

All we could think about was Clover, especially during our intimate moments, and that was going to be a problem, if she never decided she loved us too. Belle sighed and rested her head against mine, "It was a lot easier when I didn't have to care about others..." She muttered.

I didn't want to tell her that I, too had emotions for Clover far beyond anything I had ever felt for another partner. I returned to perusing my list, deleting numbers for old girlfriends, and pouring through the names of potential booty calls. I was as surprised as anyone when there came a knock on the door to our residential area. After sending and receiving strange looks with Belle, I carried us to the door, only to be greeted by Dr. Lu.

She was still dressed in her lab coat, but by now, two of her buttons had come undone, toward the top, displaying the faintest glimmer of cleavage to view. I caught sight of it, almost as quickly as Belle, and was beaten to the question on both of our minds, due to my dumbfounded haze.

"Dr. Lu... what brings you here?" Belle looked skeptical, but Lu only straightened her glasses and stepped past us. She was old, for an intern, probably in her early forties, and from the back, she had a wide, round butt that I hesitated to grab then and there. It outlined the material of her lab coat in ways that were simply too uniform to be proper. Usually lab coats didn't hug curves and stretch in such a way. It occurred to me that her breasts had been squeezed tightly into the garment in an equally unusual fashion.

She looked around the room, thoughtfully, "I was told that you two were arguing about something, and that I needed to make sure you were both okay." She maintained that dry, emotionless voice, which I likened to the uncaring voice of someone's answering machine. She torqued her body from left to right, taking notes on the layout of the room, and then turned to face us, "So what's the problem?"

I turned bright red, and though I'm sure she couldn't see it beneath the red-tan fur, I could feel my cheeks flush hotly at the prospect of answering that question honestly. "I... it's nothing. We were just..." She slid her hand into the barely-visible valley of her intense cleavage, pulling out a pen and preparing to scribble down notes. Her ample endowments gave a bit of doughy squish to accompany the insertion of her probing appendage. I instantly lost my train of thought, and Belle wasn't doing much better.

Dr. Lu looked at us expectantly. "I'm told that you two are in a moral dilemma, pertaining to a young woman you both like." She pointed the pen at me, within an inch of my nose and I could smell perfume on it, "You both feel your hormones on a high level thanks to an arousing encounter with the young woman, and you wish to find a stimulus to help alleviate these hormones. You, on the other hand..."

Her pen now pointed to Belle, who looked flabbergasted, "are holding onto hope that the young woman you both care for will have a change of heart. You're afraid that engaging in sexual activity with any woman other than her will deem you unfit to receive her affections. Is that the size of it?"

We both stared profusely at her, unable to muster a coherent thought, more or less a response to the monotone, zombie-like summation of our predicament. She waited patiently, while we gawked, and finally sighed, reaching into her lab coat and pulling out a large tangle of devices and thrusting them into our hands. "Put these on." I looked at the assortment, recognizing the wires and cathodes as body monitoring devices. I opened my mouth to ask why, and found that our Doctor had completely removed herself from her lab coat, revealing two breasts that were each more immense than her head, squeezed into a simple black bra that looked far-too-thin to support such exaggerated weight.

"Wait.. you mean you're going to..." Belle started.

She interrupted while unbuttoning her bra from the back, "I am going to engage both of you in sexual congress in order to monitor your body's reactions and vitals. This is a necessary scientific process that has yet to be performed on the two of you, and as it is at the request of the scientific staff, you are to oblige without hesitation." Her breasts were unleashed, and she followed with a heavy sigh, her giant cow-tits resting upon her round, chubby tummy. "You will be performing acts for science, and will therefor be free of the guilt of cheating on the young woman you care about."

I was ready to jump Dr. Lu, who's pants were now at her ankles and being kicked aside, showing off those thick, chubby thighs and wide hips, but Belle had more questions, "Wait, is that why they made you our Doctor? Are you some kind of sex worker?"

"I am a scientist, Miss Belle. There is no shortage of scientists in this facility who would do this, to further study and learn about you two. They asked me because you seem to have an affinity for women of my build." Belle didn't seem to have an argument, and by now, our new companion was bending over, revealing her exposed slit as she pulled her panties down to the floor.

"Raph does like them thick..."

I rolled my eyes, "You do too, don't deny it. Look at those huge tits and tell me you don't want to play with...."

"The time for talking is over. Please apply the sensors to your body and sit on the bed so that I may tend to your needs appropriately."

We looked at one another, ambiguously, but did as we were told, if only because it had been a direct order by our primary researcher. We proceeded to attach the many sensors to ourselves, nestling them into our fur in the locations we had been made to in so many past experiences, using the provided medical tape to hold them against our skin and fur. "I hate these things... every time we have to remove them, it's like ripping half our fur off..." I muttered, passing the last of the flat devices to my sister to place on her forehead. As she took the disc from me, I raised my head to look at our monotone lover for the afternoon. Before I could even react to what was coming, the Dr. Lu, who had moments before seemed so indifferent to well, everything, began tearing open our jeans as if they contained some form of priceless treasure.

Belle gasped before I did, and I rested a paw on the bare shoulder of the full-bodied bovine below, watching intently as she continued to yank away our clothing, leaving the discarded pants and boxer-briefs lying in a haphazard pool on the floor. Already our organ had stiffened to its full glory, and for a brief moment, I swore I saw a look of awe on the face of the cow between our legs. No matter what expression she held, there was definitely a pause in her attack and she contemplated how to approach such an obstacle. She worked through her quandary rather quickly, however, and decided to go with a more oral approach. From her mouth came a big, fat cow-tongue, which she contoured around the cylindrical shape of our shaft, sliding upward over every bump, ridge and crevice that made up it's segmented shape. As she neared the head, the monolithic appendage gave an involuntary twitch in response to her touch, nudging forward and pressing, briefly against her bottom lip.

With the expertise that I wouldn't have expected on a scientist (even less so on one with such a lack of social demeanor) her head tilted in response to our convulsing member, capturing the head in her mouth and giving a hungry suck at the tip, her swollen, wet tongue continuing to press and stroke up and down the underside. Belle was the first to react, and gasped in surprise as the sensation of being fellated so expertly hit her with the force of a train. It wasn't until the good doctor slid her mouth down another four inches of our cock, engulfing the first segment, that I doubled forward as well, our breathing increasing heavily.

We had never felt anything like it. The thick, padded muscle in her mouth was strong enough to stimulate the underbelly of our column while she went further and further down upon it. With each retreat of her wet plush lips, she would return with another inch of throbbing flesh in her maw, practically swallowing the head on her fifth pass. I could feel more and more of it enter her throat, and both of us balanced ourselves via our paws on her back. Nearly half of our shaft had vanished in her magic act, and I had been so distracted by her godlike oral capabilities that I hadn't even registered that her hands had been otherwise occupied.

It wasn't until she finally gave a full retreat from warming us with her mouth, sucking upon it as she pulled back until her big, bovine lips released the tip with an audible 'pop,' that I discovered what her hands had been otherwise tending to. She sat up, hefting her gargantuan tits upon our lap, now coated so fully in a thick, lubricating oil, that it dripped onto our legs and floor.

"I apologize for the mess," She said simply and in an unapologetic way, and wrapped her arms around the slippery, amorphous flesh of the two magnificent boobs that now completely enveloped our lower extremities. Grabbing her own nipples in a firm grip that looked less comfortable than I cared to admit, she began lifting and dropping those mounds of doughy flesh over and over, their jiggling mass spreading the slimy goo that coated them over our aching cock. I fell backwards, lying on the bed, and I could hear Belle groaning, and feel her clutching the bed sheets tightly as we were titty-fucked. It was an exciting, new experience, as we had never before encountered a partner, save Clover, who had enough breast mass to fully engulf our person. The scent of viscous, cherry-flavored lube wafted to my nose, and I soon felt the return of her warm mouth to service the tip of our needy piston. I began subconsciously thrusting against those giant breasts, and she somehow managed to take every available inch that was hammered against her into her gaping, warm mouth.

Those tits; her maw; everything she was doing was working in some unanimous fashion that was driving us over the edge. Soon, I felt the telltale sensation of our heart stopping for only the briefest moment, and our throbbing shaft jerking sensation of a coming release. I pressed my paw to Lu's head to try and warn her, but she slapped it away, just as the first wave of salty, sticky seed spewed from our collective pipe.

I watched as her cheeks swelled from the intense release. She then released our cock from her mouth, oozing white goo our of the corner of her mouth just as the next wave poured from within, leaving a sticky trail across her face from her forehead, diagonally to her chin. She had, luckily, closed her eyes in time, and had learned from her mistake in time to pull her head away from wave number three, which shot straight into the air, raining down on her pendulous, resting breasts and dripping down into the valley created between them and our half-flaccid staff. The last bit of goo pooled there and we heard a loud 'gulp' as she swallowed the cum in her overflowing mouth.

I was relayed this information later, as both Belle and I were too far spent to even look up from where we lay panting on the bed. What I did feel was something cold and solid slide against our shaft, which I discovered later, to be a collecting vial which Dr. Lu had used to gather up our pooling jizz. She stood up, letting her breasts relax now and walking nonchalantly to our bathroom. "Thank you both for cooperating in this experiment." She said with all the bedside manner of a stump.

I stared at the ceiling, panting as she disappeared from earshot. "Belle..."

She gasped out a soft, "yeah..."

"Is it okay that I love being an experiment, sometimes?"

Chapter 4-C

Clover

It felt rather relaxing to finally tell someone about my situation. Truthfully, nobody but my parents and step father knew about it, and of the three of them, two found it an embarrassment while I didn't actually know the thoughts of the other. My father and I occasionally spoke to one another, but my mother had spent years doing her best to keep us separated. For Belle and Raphon to be so accepting of this odd anomaly with my body really boosted a bit of confidence in me. It also made it even harder for me to ignore that I really wished they were with me, all the time.

I had been keeping up with Belle and Raphon for a lot of that Sunday, but when my mother and step father came home and spotted the door in its damaged state, my afternoon went from being relaxed to something a bit less exciting. It was nearly five o'clock and I had just finished pumping the bulk of my extremities over the last hour. Currently, the reservoir was nearly filled to the top, after having emptied it once, and I unhooked it from the machine and made my way to the bathroom when a shout came from downstairs. "CLOVER! What the fuck happened to our door!?" I had been so relaxed all afternoon that I had actually forgotten about it, and hadn't prepared anything to say.

I snuck down to the mid-level stairs and peered around the corner toward the front door where my mother and her immense, grizzly bear husband stood, glaring from the gaping hole where the door had been. "Welcome home..." I whispered meekly, completely aware of how pathetic I sounded.

"What happened to our fucking door?!" He inquired again, balling his hands into fists at his side. I looked around for an escape route, just in case things got hairy, but remembered that the back door was currently inoperable.

"So... Some friends of mine thought I was in danger and they came over to save me. I was asleep, and they broke down the door. My mother cowered, as she always did when he was in one of his moods, and I would have rolled my eyes at her cowardice if he hadn't been looking right at me."

"Your friend!? Who is this friend!?" He started storming toward me, giant feet shaking the woo floor as he approached.

"Friends, Belle and Raphon. T-the Chimera who live in the lab on 8th street.

He stopped a moment, looking like I'd just explained quantum mechanics to him, "Who? What the hell's a Kymara?"

My mother weakly responded with, "You know, 'The two headed freak.'" I knew she was quoting him to help his dismally small mind comprehend, but it still made me angry to hear her call them that.

He looked more angry than ever, and approached in a lope, grabbing the front of my hoodie and lifting me off the ground with terrifying ease. I felt a pain in my neck and armpits from the lift, and felt cold air wash over my dangling udder as the material uncovered it. "That little piece of trash is going to pay for our door!"

"They are!" I cried out desperately, closing my eyes tightly and waiting for it all to end, "The lab staff sent over a contractor to look at the door already, they said it'll be fixed tomorrow!"

He looked, for a brief moment, like everything was going to be okay. The tiny cogs in his temperamental brain seemed to register that this wouldn't come back to him in any financial way. It didn't matter though: He was already angry, and he just needed a new excuse so that he could continue his tyrade. His eyes searched the room for a brief moment, and I still dangled there, choking silently as my hood dug into the back and sides of my neck. He couldn't find anything in the immediate area to blame on me so he simply shoved back, hurling me against the corner wall behind me.

I collided with an old desk, which fell over beneath my bulk, spilling its contents all over the floor. I looked up from my new place on the floor, biting back tears of horror as he shoved one giant claw into my face, "You listen to me you useless little freak."

"Honey I don't think..." My mother started, looking like she might actually stand up for me, for once.

He turned to face her, giving her a look that, though I couldn't see it, I could discern as adequately threatening enough to cause her to clam up. I felt so angry the instant she did. Coward. He returned his gaze to me and I pressed against the wall behind me. "If I ever see those freak friends of yours, I will break them so that they each have a separate body." I felt my rage building more and more, and it was bubbling just above the surface of the still pond that was my fear of this brute. By the time he'd reached the word 'freaks,' I had lost any restraint I had.

I leapt up and glared at him angrily, my hands balled into fists as I screamed, "They're not freaks!"

There was a calm before the storm. The kind of moment where everything was silent, and to the untrained eye, it appeared that everything would be fine, but if someone had known the experiences I had in my belt, they would know of the tempest to come. His face, for the briefest of seconds, looked surprised, but it all changed a moment later, as the rage overpowered any other thoughts and one paint-can-sized fist launched at me. I managed to duck, just in time, and felt the crumbs of broken plaster land in my hair from whatever damage he had just created to the wall above. He was slow. I was slow, too. I had one advantage over him, though: He was intoxicated beyond all reason. He began swinging wildly at me, and actually managed to slice into my right arm with his claws as I ducked past. My body had reached fight-or-flight mode and had chosen, wisely to escape.

I rushed past him, then past my mother, glaring at her through tear-strained eyes as I did. I launched myself through the gaping door and into the yard, still dressed in my hoodie, no underwear, and a pair of boy shorts. I didn't care, as I ran off into the open field in the dead of night. I needed to escape.

I could still hear the bastard yelling at me from the house, and could hear him walking around in the grass, looking for me as I sat beneath the tops of the grains, holding my breath and hoping it would all just end. Seconds passed into minutes, and minutes into hours as I perched in my hiding place, waiting until the sound of searching ceased. Eventually he gave up and went back inside. Within minutes, I could hear the hissing sound of an opening beer can, and exhaled heavily, catching up on the air I had felt I'd lost over the time I had been hiding.

I wish I could say that this was a bad night. No, this was a good night. Tonight I had escaped. Tonight I wouldn't be hiding bruises under my clothes. I laid on the dirt and cried for about ten minutes. I felt so alone. I wanted someone to talk to, but I couldn't go anywhere like this. It wasn't until a short while later, when I felt a telltale-buzz against my abdomen, that I realized my phone was actually in my front pocket.

Without hesitating, I pulled it out and began typing a lengthy message to Belle and Raph's Candygram chat. I wrote about everything that had happened; My step father's rage; How I was currently lying in the dirt outside my house, waiting until he had passed out from drunkenness so that I could retrieve the necessities for school tomorrow. I hovered over the 'send' button for quite some time, contemplating the results of sending this wall of text. If I told them, there was a chance they would come and get me. They would come here and save me from this nightmare.

...or...

They would come here to battle my step father. They would come and get hurt, and it would be all my fault for instigating the fight. Even if they were to beat him, he might call the police on them, and that would be even worse. I couldn't risk hurting them or ruining their lives because of me. I pressed the back arrow and watched as the horrific details of my evening were erased, sighing. I needed to keep them away from me. I needed to make sure that they never crossed Tom. I sent them the only thing I could think to.