Page 55 of Milk
“Mark 2,” Susan said. “It was important to Carter that he lived in pain for as long as possible.”
“No.” I shook my head, amused. “That’s not a pure Mark 2. I have a side team working on something else for me. It’s based on the Mark 2 formula, yes, but it’s special.”
“Wait.” Susan turned. “You have a science project going on in here without telling me?”
I smirked. “Of course I do. This is my facility, after all. Are you jealous?”
“More like concerned.”
“I have other capable scientists in here,” I reminded her.
“They are all dumbasses compared to me and you know it.”
“I do. That’s why I needed your genius on something more important.”
“Then what was this Mark 2 modified formula supposed to do?” Susan asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, watching the deformed bull collapse to his knees, grab his head and scream. “It doesn’t work anyway.”
I didn’t tell Susan what it was supposed to do for the same reason I knew she wouldn’t want to work on it. It was a simple task, but not one she would ever agree to. The formula was supposed to correct one of my father’s cruelest mistakes.
It was supposed to fix me.
Irushed out of the house and helped Jason up to his feet. The cicadas, the digital, fake ones, were still chirping as I helped him up and guided him to a wooden bench outside. He was massive. Jason had been a big man before, but he had grown easily a head taller. I tried not to think of my monster porn novels, but my body was stuck in sexual overdrive since the transformation. Still, I had no desire to fuck anyone except Carter even though he made it clear he wouldn’t fuck me - he would finger me, eat me out and all that, and it was great, but still lacking.
“Jason… What happened?” I asked, trying to distract myself.
“Tiff. I-I don’t know. I was tied up. They did … awful things to me,” he grunted, holding his head.
His face was deformed. He looked like a handsome Hollywood actor wearing prosthetics to make him monstrous.
“What kind of things?” I asked nervously.
“They injected me with drugs, tied me, kept me blindfolded and shoved … they shoved things up my butt, Tiffany. Put a pump on my dick and - Wait.”
“Jason?”
“What the fuck happened with your tits? They are huge?”
“Oh, I uh…”
I saw movement, and as I looked down, I saw his cock pulsing. It was hardening, but it had too much volume. It was like watching a bouncy castle slowly fill up. I tried not to focus on it; too fucking distracting.
“I’ve been injected with stuff too,” I murmured.
I couldn’t tell him it was voluntary. Just like I couldn’t tell him, I suspected I had been one of the people shoving things up his ass. Carter said he was a bad man. Why would Carter lie to me? Was it a lie? Why didn’t he tell me it was Jason?
“Those bastards,” Jason said, getting up. “We have to get out of here.”
“W-what?”
Jason’s face warped, as if his point was self-evident. He pointed towards my breasts and the fake neighborhood around us. “We need to leave, Tiff. You know this-”
“N-no! Carter treats me well! You don’t get it.”
“Carter? Who the fuck is Carter?”
His voice twisted in impatient anger, but that seemed like a dominant emotion. I stepped back again, a little scared, but trying to keep in mind he was my friend. Jason. The guy who helped me get in here. The guy who wanted to help me take down the horrible industrial farm I used to believe this was.
