The daytime news eventually ended, replaced with the more intense oral evening news. Now information had been compiled and was being released. There was cell phone footage of the transformed animals, some in their enclosures, some escaping, and some even fighting with the police and zoo security. There was one video of the snake woman I had created, slithering down the sidewalk with officers chasing blonde after her. When they got too close, she’d knock them back with her tail, sending them flying through the air. Of course, since this was cable news, her breasts and vagina were pixilated. There was another video of a woman with white hair who had originally been a monkey, climbing along trees and hanging from branches with her tail. There was wild speculation from every news station, different pundits calling it a promotional event, an animal rights protest, a flash mob, or just a gathering of furries on PCP. Online, most people watching the videos or reading the stories commented the classic “fake and gay”, but there were others who were saying that what was going on was real, and had come to realize that these were not ordinary humans. The presence of the CDC was helping their argument and their faction was growing. The CDC had already set up a basecamp, seizing a hospital in the Bronx and using it to house mature and isolate the hybrids, with all human patients being moved and redirected to other hospitals. It seemed that they weren’t even going to bother trying to come up with a cover story. By the time we got on the plane that next day, protests had formed outside both the zoo and the hospital, demanding a release of the animal people and honest answers as to what was going on. People on the plane were too engrossed with news stories and YouTube videos fetish to notice the noisy sex Lorraine and I were having in the bathroom. “Ah, it feels so good to be home,” said Lorraine as we pulled up Elise’s driveway. A stampede was heard as we got out of the car, but not a stampede of cattle. We looked to the barn, having only a moment’s warning before a wave of grabbing arms and tearful eyes swept over us. I was knocked to the ground, my four girls on top of me, all of them crying. “Shhh, masturbating girls, it’s ok. I’m here now. I missed you too.” “Master, we want to go home!” she all begged. “What?” “Momo doesn’t want to work on a farm anymore!” Momo cried. “I hate getting up before dawn!” Sonja added. “I’m so tired!” Chloe sobbed. And of course, Leah cried while frantically nodding her head. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I laughed. “Oh, I missed you girls. Don’t worry, we’ll go home. I just need to speak with Elise first and get your things.” Next to me, Lorraine was buried under a mountain of man muscle. "It's just a convenient brace for doing some stretching. I'm just glad she didn't come over yesterday and just walk right in...... They loved watching her pull on her ropes in vain and trash her head about, knowing damn well that she wasn’t going to budge an inch. “She's always starving for pussy, isn't she?” Clint asked. Hermione didn’t need to ask to figure out who the “sex god” was. I still had a few yards to go and I was determined to get there first. I’ve been trying to tell you.” Ryan saw me looking and went and got them. “It is. Your father, mother, brother, and fetish sister do not have to spend one cent on you. She went back to work. “Circumcision.” Gia laughed softly and grinned, knowing Lacy as she did she had known from the beginning that this outcome had been almost inevitable, “Of course masturbating love, we can come over here every now and then, and Layla can come across to ours sometimes… And if you’re a really good girl, maybe you can have blonde the occasional slumber party at hers…” She explained promisingly, attracting Layla’s attention, her own eyes oral wide as Lacy mature moaned gratefully, her lips and tongue moving to worship Layla’s other heavy ball. The cum continued to be absorbed into her skin. So I intend trying you out and I am pretty sure your pussy will be really tight around my cock. I started a slight pushing back with my hips. I’d take my nipple piercings out and pull my nipples through the holes in the lace. Will she talk?" I tried to rub Pakpao properly. “Then come on dear,” she says, taking hold of my upper arm. He tickled her cunt hole. Still grinning he moved in capering steps that took him on no direct path. TO BE CONTINUED.... While I put my memories of him behind me he hadn't.