The Riverside hostel was still a wet, reeking storm of newly converted men and the women they
had dragged in when Diane wiped luminous cum from her chin and checked her phone.
“One more edge tonight,” she said, voice raw. “The residential home for blind women on the north
side. Twelve residents, all adult, plus night staff and their guide dogs. Social services has full
access. We go in quiet, we feed them, we rewrite them. Dionysus wants every last overlooked
mouth.”
Sophie climbed off my cock with a wet sound, milk still beading on her nipples. Mandy licked a
thick strand of nectar from her own thigh and smiled.
“Blind women,” Mandy murmured. “They’re going to taste the milk and then see what they’ve
become. Perfect.”
We left a strong contingent of converted hostel men and their relatives to hold Riverside and keep
recruiting. The rest of us—Diane, Claire, Shaw, two officers, Sophie, Mandy and me—took the van
north.
The home sat behind a low wall and carefully tended gardens, all soft edges and tactile paving. A
discreet sign read Northview House – Supported Living for Blind and Visually Impaired Women.
The night air was cool, but the scent rolling off our bodies was already thick enough to taste.
Diane used her old credentials. The night manager, a sighted woman in her forties named Elaine,
opened the door looking tired and suspicious.
“Diane? It’s nearly eleven, what’s—”
Claire stepped in, smiled, and pushed a flask to Elaine’s lips.
“Drink. Safeguarding update.”
Elaine drank. Her eyes fluttered. Her knees buckled. Milk that had not existed moments earlier
beaded through her tunic as she came standing up with a shocked, wet gasp. Diane caught her,
kissed the rewrite deeper into her mouth, and whispered, “Keys. Lounge. All the residents. Now.”
Elaine, already glassy and leaking, led us in.
The main lounge was calm, low lighting, soft voices. Twelve adult women of various ages sat in
comfortable chairs or on sofas, some with white canes folded beside them, most with guide dogs
lying quietly at their feet—Labradors, Golden Retrievers, one German Shepherd, all in harnesses.
The dogs lifted their heads the moment we entered, nostrils flaring hard at the dense, sweet,
sexual scent pouring off us.
One Labrador gave a low, uncertain whine.
Diane didn’t hesitate. She walked into the centre of the room, opened her blouse fully, and let
both heavy, luminous-leaking tits free.
“Ladies,” she said clearly, “we’ve brought a special nutritional supplement from the council.
Everyone drinks. Staff too. Doctor’s orders after the hotel incident.”
Sophie and Mandy moved among them with flasks and open cups. Some women reached out
trustingly. Others hesitated at the unfamiliar voices and the sudden thick perfume in the air. It
didn’t matter. Cups were guided to lips. Mouths opened. The densest special milk yet—ours,
threaded with a fresh pulse of Dionysus’s nectar—went down.
The change began within a minute.
First the heat. Then the wetness. Then the deeper rewrite.
A woman in her thirties named Ruth, completely blind since birth, swallowed her second mouthful
and moaned as her cunt clenched hard enough to soak her skirt. Her guide dog, a big Golden
Retriever, suddenly stood, ears pricked, and began sniffing frantically up her leg.
What is that taste—why is my body on fire—why do I suddenly need to be touched—
Sophie knelt in front of Ruth, guided the woman’s hands to her own milk-heavy tits, and let her
feel the warm, wet spray.
“Drink from the source,” Sophie whispered, and pulled Ruth’s mouth onto her nipple.
Ruth latched and gulped. At the same moment her dog, driven wild by the exploding scent of
conversion, shoved its muzzle between Ruth’s thighs and began licking with frantic, wet urgency
—long, eager strokes right over her knickers, then under them as the fabric was yanked aside.
Ruth cried out around Sophie’s tit, hips bucking into the dog’s tongue as the first orgasm hit her.
Then her eyes opened.
For the first time in her life, Ruth saw.
Light. Colour. Sophie’s blonde hair and swollen pink nipples. The wet shine of her own cunt being
licked by her own guide dog. The other women around her starting to writhe. Ruth’s newly sighted
eyes went wide with shock and raw lust.
I can see—I can fucking see—and my dog is licking my cunt and it feels so good I can’t stop—
The same transformation ripped through the room.
One by one the women drank, came, and opened eyes that had been dark for years—or forever.
Cataracts cleared. Damaged retinas rewrote. Optic nerves flared to life under the Dionysian
nectar. Women who had lived in blackness suddenly stared at their own newly sensitive, milk-
leaking bodies, at each other, at the dogs that had gone completely feral with the scent.
The guide dogs lost every trace of training.
The thick, addictive pheromones and the flood of female nectar drove them into a licking frenzy.
Harnesses were clawed off or simply ignored. Labradors and Retrievers shoved their muzzles
between thighs, under skirts, against bare cunts and asses, licking with desperate, sloppy hunger.
Long tongues dragged over swollen clits, pushed into dripping holes, lapped milk that sprayed
from newly productive tits when the women came. The German Shepherd mounted the air beside
one resident, then dropped and licked her from asshole to clit in broad, relentless strokes while
she screamed in pleasure and stared at the ceiling with brand-new sight.
Claire’s internal monologue was pure filthy delight as she watched:
*The dogs can smell the rewrite. They’re tasting the nest on them. Perfect little helpers. Look at
them go.*
A woman named Margaret, sixty-one that morning and blind for twenty years, now stared with
clear, sharp eyes at her own body restored not only to sight but to a lush sexual peak in her early
thirties. Her Golden Retriever was face-deep between her spread thighs, tongue plunging into her
cunt with frantic wet sounds. Margaret grabbed the dog’s head and ground against it, milk
spraying from her tits in hard jets.
*I can see my own cunt being licked by my dog—I can see the milk coming out of me—I need
cock—I need more milk—I need to watch myself come—*
I moved through the chaos. One newly sighted woman reached for me blindly at first, then with
perfect aim once her eyes focused. I fed her my cock while her Labrador licked my balls and the
base of my shaft every time I pulled back. She came choking on luminous cum, eyes wide and
locked on the sight of my cock disappearing into her throat.
Sophie was on her back on a rug, two newly sighted women latched to her tits, a third sitting on
her face, while a Retriever licked Sophie’s cunt in long, eager strokes between the women’s
thighs. Sophie’s internal voice was a continuous moan:
*They’re seeing for the first time and the first thing they see is my milk and their dogs eating them
out—fuck, the dogs are so eager—I’m going to come on that tongue—*
Mandy had one resident bent over an armchair, fucking her with three fingers while the woman’s
German Shepherd licked Mandy’s cunt from behind and the resident’s newly opened eyes
watched everything in the mirror on the wall.
*She can see me fingering her. She can see her own dog licking my cunt. She’s never seen
anything and now this is her first world. Dionysus is going to love this.*
Diane organised the staff conversion in the middle of it. Elaine and the two night carers were
already on their knees, drinking, fucking, and staring in shock as their own bodies began
producing milk. One carer’s guide dog (she was partially sighted) had abandoned all protocol and
was frantically licking milk from her tits and then diving between her legs every time she spread
them.
The dogs’ frenzy only intensified as more women fully converted. The scent of the new nectar
drove them wild—licking cunts, assholes, milk-smeared stomachs, the insides of thighs, even
lapping luminous cum out of freshly fucked holes when we pulled out. They whined and panted
and licked with single-minded hunger, as if the rewritten fluids were the only thing they had ever
wanted.
Dionysus’s presence flooded the bond, thick with approval and dark amusement.
*Sight restored. Bodies peaked. Even the beasts of burden taste the vine and serve it with their
tongues. Beautiful. Let them see the frenzy they now belong to. Then bring their families.*
We did.
Phones came out in shaking, newly sighted hands. Sisters, mothers, daughters, friends—anyone
who had ever helped or visited—were messaged with urgent, awed voices: *I can see. Come now.
You have to see me. You have to taste this.*
The first relatives began arriving within the hour. Each one walked into a lounge full of naked, milk-
leaking, newly sighted women and their guide dogs still in a licking frenzy. Conversion was almost
instant. A sighted sister would be pulled down, force-fed, mounted, and within minutes would be
staring in shock as her own blind (now sighted) relative watched her get fucked while a dog licked
the overflow from her cunt.
I bent one newly arrived sister over a sofa and slammed into her while her restored sibling
watched with wide, hungry eyes and milked both tits onto the sister’s back. The sibling’s Labrador
shoved its muzzle underneath and licked my cock and the sister’s clit every time I thrust. The
sister came screaming, eyes locked on her relative’s face.
*She can see me getting fucked—she’s watching her dog lick my cunt while a stranger fills me—I
can feel myself changing—I need more—*
By the time the home was fully claimed, every resident could see. Every body was at its sexual
peak. Every guide dog had abandoned training for a permanent, frantic devotion to licking the
nest’s fluids from every available hole and tit. The staff were locked in. Relatives were already
being rewritten in the side rooms and corridors.
Diane stood in the centre of the lounge, one newly sighted woman riding her face, another sitting
on her cunt, a Retriever licking Diane’s tits and the milk that sprayed from them. Her internal
monologue was pure, satisfied hunger:
*They lived in the dark. Now they see everything—and the first thing they saw was the vine
claiming them. Their dogs are ours too. Tomorrow we take the next list. No one left outside.*
Sophie pulled me down onto a pile of cushions, sank onto my cock, and came immediately as a
Golden Retriever started licking her clit and my shaft at the same time. Mandy straddled my face,
feeding me her cunt while she milked into the open mouth of a woman who was staring at her
own hands and tits as if they were miracles.
Dionysus’s voice brushed all of us, warm and darkly pleased:
*Sight. Peak. Beasts that serve with their tongues. The edges keep giving me the sweetest fruit.
Bring them to the hotel when you’re finished. I want to look into eyes that have never seen and
show them their god.*
We finished them thoroughly.
Every cunt was filled. Every mouth drank. Every dog was allowed to lick until the women came
again and again under those frantic tongues. Phones kept chiming as more names were added to
the growing harvest.
When we finally left Northview House, the lounge was a single living orgy of newly sighted
women, their converted relatives, and guide dogs that now lived only to taste the nest. Milk and
luminous cum coated the floors. The air was so thick with the rewritten scent that even the night
outside seemed to pulse.
In the van, Sophie sat on my lap again, still dripping, while Mandy fed us and Diane scrolled the
next set of addresses with cum-slick fingers.
“Halfway house next,” Diane said. “Then the last shelter. By dawn the edges of this town won’t
exist. Only the vine.”
I thrust up into Sophie and felt her clench around me. Through the bond I felt Dionysus smile.
The home for the blind had fallen—sight restored, bodies peaked, dogs turned into eager, licking
servants of the frenzy.
The cult of Dionysus kept climbing.
And every newly opened pair of eyes would soon see nothing but the nest.