"I have no idea where she went Jess!?" Henry called from the living room. From off in the distance, upstairs he knew, he heard. "She's not here either!!!"
He heard heavy footsteps descending the stairs several moments later as he entered the hall to watch his daughter waddle down. Henry raised his eyebrow in amusement at her get-up. Jess had obviously pulled a dress from upstairs to replace the now bursting dungarees. The dress was yellow and had thick straps, pleated skirt and a loose middle. Neither skirt nor middle were loose enough, however, to not be pulled tight around her breasts and udder; nipples and teats poking out like permanent little erections.
She frowned seeing his face. and countered. "Needs must Dad...". To be fair, he himself had thrown on sweatpants to hide his cock and dangling balls.
Jess continued. "You said Mom was going having a shower?" She asked, mostly for confirmation. Henry nodded.
"I think we have a problem..." She breathed, exasparated. "I think Mom knows..." Henry winced. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Dad, she all but lubed me up. Then you said she asked you to check on me? Come on..." Jess sounded frustrated.
"Lubed you up?" Henry asked, quizically, but felt shocked. Jess hadn't mentioned that till now.
She pinched the bridge of her button nose, eyes squeezing shut. "Yeah..." She let it hang for a moment. "She began rubbing me, talking about how sexy you were, and describing having sex with you, all things to get me hot and horny. Then she left..."
"And talk of me gets you horny?" Henry asked, almost rhetorically.
Jess's eyebrow arched, as her hands grabbed her udder through the dress and began to jiggle it. "I thought that was obvious Dad..."
"Then I think we need to talk Jess..." Henry said.
"About us?" She asked, fearful and hopeful.
"About us..." He confirmed. "You're my daughter."
"Doesn't mean I can't be attracted to you, or you to me..." Jess countered without missing a beat.
"Fucking your daughter is wrong..." Henry continued, as if Jess hadn't said anything.
She cut in again instantly, "I think the laws of right and wrong are out the window in this place."
"I took advantage of you." He continued.
"Don't be ridiculous, I fucked you. My choice." She finished.
Henry stopped. "You really feel that way?" His final question.
"Of course! Don't you?" She sounded fearful. Henry sighed in resignment.
"Yes... yes I do." He said. "Then why all the excuses?" She accused.
"This is big. I want both of us to be sure." He admitted. "So". He continued, taking Jess's soft hand in his. Rubbing it. "You were always the smart one honey. What's the plan?"
Jess smiled in happiness. "We bust that wall open and find a way out. And if that doesn't work we'll try something else and something else... and keep trying; and if nothing works then..." She trailed off. Henry sensing her becoming morose leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips. Their first. "Then we become cows together..." He said, smiling.
Jess smiled up and leaned into him, difficult with humongous breasts and an udder. She laughed into his chest, happy tears streaming down. "Your tits are soft Dad." He let out a bark of laughter. "You should talk!".
Jess pulled back, big eyes looking up from under his chin. "What about Mom?"
"Fuck her..." Henry said with conviction. "She tried to turn me into a Goat on purpose, she's trying to turn you into a Cow out of spite. I think she's earned a place in the 'black book'." To her credit, Jess looked sad. In the end, it was still her mother. She'd raised them. Though all her life, Jess had always felt overly criticised and targetted by her mother in favour of James. It wasn't something she held against him. But it had definitely caused friction between mother and daughter over the years.
This place though. It seemed to amplify emotions, and her mother's jealousy, and spite seemed to be growing unchecked. Jess began to wonder if all emotions grew here, positive and negative. Or only those that were given time, like love for her father, in her case.
Lust was universal here of course. Unless, of course lust was a universal feeling in everyone, like hunger. She was more often hungry now. Maybe there was something there?
Jess train of thought was interrupted as her eyes drifted and fell upon something that fell out of place. A doorway in the hall. She stared at it for a full 20 seconds as the two rocked in comforting embrace, before something clicked.
"Dad!" she said untangling herself. "Where did that door come from?"
"What door?" He asked as she pointed. He furrowed his brow. "It's just the door to..." He stopped, then parroting in confusion, "Where *did* that door come from?"
The two began to creep towards it, bare feet sliding carefully along wooden floor. Closer. Closer.
*BANG BANG BANG*
Both jumped out of their skins, Jess leaving out a high pitched yelp. "Shit! It's Mom!"
Henry, recovering faster pushed Jess behind him, placing him between front door and her. "Why would she knock Jess." He reached back, keeping a hand on her while edging forward to the front door. "Stay there." He hissed.
"HELLOOO!? ANYONE THERE? CAN I USE YOUR PHONE? I SEEM TO HAVE GOTTEN LOST" A female voice shouted, in a normal voice adding. "and there are creepy sex pervs in costumes out here."
The voice sounded oddly familiar to Henry as he heard Jess go "Huh?!" behind him. He motioned for her to be quiet but she brushed him off to push past and swung the door open while saying. "Melissa??"
The dusky toned brunette looked as confused as Jess felt. How was she here?
"Jessica! Mr Miller!? What are you guys doing he..." Her eyes fully rolled over them both. "What's with the...?" She pointed at Jess's cow ears, then her huge chest, then poorly covered udder. Her hands were shaking now. "Guys..." Her tone was scared, "What is this place?"
Henry and Jess shared a look. Jess swung the door open as Henry gently ushered her inside. "Come on in out of the woods love, we'll explain, James's is here too. Somewhere..."
She looked hopeful as she asked. "James!?" Henry nodded, then added. "Best you don't talk for a bit love. We have a few things to tell you."