"Do you want to call April, or should I," Chastity asked as Bets stood and gently swayed with the gently motion of the slowing bus.
Her best friend, as she adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder, shrugged. The bus coming to stop, Bets replied, "You can. I'll meet you, April and Diane over at your place around 7. My parents should have given the keys to the car back to me by then," a slight grin playing across her face as she said it.
Chastity, blowing another bubble, popped it and said, "All right. See you around seven," and watched as the other sixteen-year-old girl disembarked. Leaning back in her seat, she gazed out the window until after the bus had started moving, then reached for her purse, took out her nail file and began working at the tips of her nails. Stopping every so often to examine the job she was doing, she knew she really didn't have to pay attention to where the bus was going, as her stop was near the end of the line.
When the cramps and off feeling came over, much like what April and Diane had felt, she brushed it off. Deciding if it was something serious, she'd know soon enough. Dropping her nail file back in her purse, she shifted in her seat, her jeans felt like they were riding up on her, and took off the button-up she was wearing over a short-sleeve shirt. Fanning herself, wondering if the bus driver might have the heat on for some reason, she gazed out the window and when she saw her stop coming up, she nearly leapt up out of her seat to yank the signal cable. Shrugging back on her flannel shirt, Chastity grabbed her purse and hastily got off the bus, hoping the warmth that was starting to bother her would diminish in the cool May air.
To her displeasure, it only seemed to worsen, especially down between her legs. Adjusting her pants, she grunted, a sound that almost sound like the lowing noise of a cow, and started up the block. Approaching the house that also doubled as her aunt's place of business, a beauty parlor, Chastity was glad to see aunt Patricia wasn't home and, after quick look, confirmed her mother was also not home as well. Figuring her mom was likely working late at the bar again, "So much for the prospect of getting drinks," Chastity moaned, and her aunt likely was doing house calls, and would be until later that night, Chastity huffed as she walked up the short walkway toward the ramshackle and run-down looking house.
Of the four girls, Chastity was the poorest. She understood her friends thought it odd she didn't have a boyfriend, but she had her reasons. The biggest being that she didn't want to end up like her mom, a single parent who had their love take off the moment they heard that they were to be a father. Yet, there were other reasons, such as she had found the right boy that attracted her attention and most of the boys who did ask her out were from the same part of town as she, had less of a future than her and were popular in one of three places: Automotive, Woodshop or Detention.
"Or all three," she muttered as she let herself into the house and headed for the fridge, flapping the front of her shirt to cool herself as she went.
A quick look in the fridge confirmed that her mother hadn't left any booze for her or her friends and grabbing one of the two gallon size jugs of milk, Chastity didn't bother going for a glass and instead twisted off the top and began drinking the milk straight from the plastic container. Within minutes she'd polished off the jug, but still feeling warmth, plus really, really thirsty, she dropped the empty bottle, reached for the other jug off milk and downed it as well.
The warmth and off sensation growing, Chastity began to consider that maybe something was wrong, especially as she reflected that she'd downed two gallons of milk in nearly four minutes. Picking up the two empty bottles, she headed for the sink, intending to rinse both out and dispose of the plastic jugs before her mom discovered that the milk that was supposed to last for a week or two was gone already. But, upon reaching the sink, she instead filled both with cold water, drank down the contents, refilled them and repeated the process. After drinking nearly five gallons of water, Chastity stopped and stared at the empty milk jugs and thought, "What the fuck am I doing? And why am I not sick after drinking so much?" as she began to refill both empty plastic bottles, but not really paying much attention to what she was doing.
The warmth she was feeling intensifying, as well as the tight feeling in her pants, Chastity gave the sink one final look before turning away and heading back for the fridge. Opening it, she snooped around for something to eat and finding three bags of salad, decided on those for a snack. Taking the salad and the water with her, she headed for the living room, where she flopped down on the couch, reached for the remote and clicking on the television, she began to surf. As she flipped through the channels, cable being one of the few luxuries her mother could swing for, Chastity slowly devoured the three bags of salad and polished off the two gallons of water. Coming to a nature channel shortly afterward, she stopped when she saw it was a farm-type documentary that was focusing on heifers.
A scene depicting a heifer being mounted by a bull played out and immediately Chastity grinned, uttered something that sounded like, "Ooouu," an leaning forward, she focused her attention on the cow. Liking the sight of the four teats, the heifer's swishing tail and the bits of vulva that kept flashing every time she moved her tail in just the right way, the sixteen-year-old girl again uttered the noise, "Ooouu," and spreading her legs, the warmth between them growing, she began to absently play with herself until she felt so aroused by the sight of not only the female bovines, but also the milking machines and what the bull's did, she sat back and, without paying attention to what she was doing, slipped her hand down her pants, into her panties and between her legs. Fiddling with herself, she shifted a bit as she tried to get comfortable and allow herself the best view of the television, Chastity eventually clumsily unzipped and unbuttoned her pants with her free hand, but didn't take other hand out of her underwear.
A slick, sticky sensation starting, she cooed out, "Ooouu. Moouuu," and shifting so that her pants were forced downward, Chastity had a brief flash that, for some reason, her clothes were way too tight, like she increased in size and put on weight. But then she noticed that her clit felt odd, like it was longer, more pronounced and stopping, she glanced down and wondered what and why she was doing what she was doing.
Slowly taking her hand out of her panties, which felt not only sticky between her legs, but also tighter around the waist line and leg holes, she gasped when her slick fingers brushed against her pronounced clit and accidentally looking up at the TV and seeing what she thought was the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen, a heifer in heat. Uttering, "Moouuu," Chastity began working at her sensitive clit, alternating between pulling on it and stroking it as it grew longer, swelled and fused with her urethra.
The cramped feeling growing into a feeling of intense pressure that slowly lowered, Chastity thought she was going to exploded until with a loud lowing noise, she felt herself release in a messy, sticky gush. And, as something between her legs dropped, her underwear split at the seams whilst the seams of her pants gave way, leaving her holding what was clearly a thick, whitish-pink penis that was nestled in pubic hair that had turned a shade of creme colour, and a pair of large testicles pressed against the outside of her hand. Horrified, by what she was holding, seeing, what she'd done and what happened to her clothes, Chastity tried to take her hand away, but only succeeded in ripping her shirt in several places. Uttering, "What the moouuu," unaware that her final word had been lost in a lowing noise, the sixteen-year-old girl tried to wrap her mind around the fact that she, for reasons she couldn't fathom, clearly had male genitalia whilst beneath her the couch groaned in protest.