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Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm

By: Heather26



It was by no means an uncommon thing to see a hucow out in public, yet I always found myself staring whenever I found one. The way her huge breasts were constrained beneath her shirt and the curve of her wide hips were enthralling. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could even see a small stain of milk leaking from her outlined nipples. 

'Quit staring,' Jessica chided me. 

I snapped back to reality and looked across the table at her. She sat next to her boyfriend, Mark, glaring at me. Once again I was the third wheel on another day out with them. 

'I wasn't-,' I started. 

'You were,' she said, turning her head to look at the buxom hucow ordering at the counter of the café. 'I can't imagine many men that don't stare at her everywhere she goes. Her breasts are so... obscenely big.' 

'Ethan's always been a boobs kind of guy,' Mark said turning back around in his seat from the hucow to face me. 'I'm sure he likes them that big.' 

I shrugged while continuing to watch the hucow. 'Yeah, she's pretty hot. 

Jessica rolled her eyes as I watched the hucow thank the waitress and go take a seat at a table. She took care as she sat down to let her large breasts rest on the table before her. She looked up and caught me watching her, though before I had a chance to react she glanced away with a bored expression. 

I considered myself to be rather good looking; I had never had any trouble with women in the past. Though, when it came to Hucows, they never gave me a second glance. I wasn't sure if it was that lack of interest that made them seem so beautiful to me, or if it was just an exoticness that I was yet to try. Mark was right on the money, they were definitely my type of girl. 

Hucows hadn't always been the suppliers of milk the world over. There had once been animals named cows, which of course their name came from, that produced milk. I had only ever seen one when I was very young, the disease began spreading when I was about seven, I think. It spread throughout all cows and despite the best efforts of scientists to find a cure, they went extinct. There was still goat milk, but since it wasn't ready for mass production, a natural foods group took advantage of the opportunity and pushed for human milk. Once they proved that they had the means to produce high enough quantities, and that human milk had greater health benefits, it was soon endorsed and the hucow industry began to grow. 

'Have you ever been inside the dairy farm downtown?' Mark asked. 

The dairy farm didn't look anything like a traditional farm. It only took the name due to its purpose. It was a large building, like any other downtown, that the hucows lived and worked in. 

'I hear they're all nudists there,' Jessica said. 'That they just wear clothes when they come outside.' 

I looked over at the hucow again. That shirt did look pretty tight over her breasts. I could understand her going topless at the dairy farm. I could feel my heartrate quicken at the thought of hundreds of topless hucows going about their day with their large exposed breasts hanging before them. 

'Perhaps you should get a job down there, man,' Mark said, causing me to panic a bit wondering what expression had just been on my face during that thought. 'You might get a girlfriend out of it.' 

'I do just fine with girls,' I said, recomposing myself. 

'How long has it been since your last girlfriend?' 

'I don't know, man. Close to a year, I guess?' 

Mark shook his head with a laugh. 'Too long. Way too long, man. I think you'd benefit from a trip down there. Just, you know, see if they need another janitor, or something. Get to know some of the girls and see if any catch your interest.' 

'Yeah sure, whatever, dude,' I chuckled. Though Mark's advice stuck in the back of my mind for the rest of the day. By that night I was very curious about the idea. Images of the hucow from the café filled my mind as I grabbed my laptop and searched for the dairy farm. 

I soon found their site, and after some navigating through pages of sunny green hills and smiling (and I should frustratingly add) clothed hucows, I finally found what I was looking for. A notice of who they were looking to hire. Despite the obvious application for hucows, there was a notice that were looking for male workers to help 'keep the hucows satisfied and in high spirits for better milk production.' 

I studied the notice for a while, reading over every word with curiosity. What did that involve? Whatever it was, it would surely give me the chance to meet some of the hucows, something I was very excited to do, so it didn't really matter what the finer details were. 

I closed down the laptop and set it aside for the night, determined to give the position a try. 

~ 

I stepped through the front doors and into the cool foyer of the building. A women sat behind the reception desk, the only person in sight. 

'Hi! How can I help you?' she asked as I stepped sheepishly toward the desk. As I drew closer I noticed that her breasts were small beneath her blouse. She must not be a hucow. 

'Hey... I saw you had an ad on your site...' 

'For the male position?' she asked, pressing a button on the phone. 

'Yeah...' I said, watching the phone, expecting someone to ring back. 

'Great! Please grab a seat and Violet will be with you shortly to give you a tour and explain what the position will entail.' 

'Okay, sure,' I said, feeling a bit more confident about the situation. The one worry I had was that they would sit me down in an interview before I even knew what I was applying for. A tour of the building was just icing on the cake. 

It wasn't too long before Violet came to greet me. My eyes went wide as I looked up from my phone to see a naked hucow standing before me holding a clipboard. She had dark, shoulder length hair and looked to be in her thirties. Her large breasts hung down past her navel, ending in a large nipple, almost the size of a cocktail sausage. 

She smiled at my reaction and cupped one of her breasts. The fat nipple stuck out between her fingers. 'First time at the dairy farm?' 

'Uh... yeah,' I said, feeling my face flush as I adjusted my gaze. 

'Don't worry. Everyone does the same on their first visit.' She opened the door behind her. 'Come with me and I'll show you around.' 

I followed her through the doorway and into a long carpeted hallway. A few more hucows stood chatting against a wall, each one completely naked like Violet. It looked like Jessica was right. The hucows went about their day at the dairy farm naked. 

'This floor is mostly offices and the milk factory over in the east wing of the building. The upper floors are where the hucows live and are milked.' 

I didn't say anything in response, I was too busy admiring the hucow's breasts as we passed them. They were all different ages, from young to old, yet each of their breasts seemed ageless. Even one hucow that looked much older than Violet had breasts with smooth, soft skin that were round and full. I turned back to Violet as she led me down the hallway only to become distracted by her naked ass as it swayed in front of me with each step. It so was toned and rounded. 

My silence must have been telling as she looked over her shoulder at me with a knowing smile. Her eyes dropped to my pants and she let out a giggle. I looked down and suddenly realised I had a visible tent forming. 

'Ah,' I began, trying to somehow cover it despite the fact that she had already seen enough to know. 

'Don't worry, that's natural. I swear we could start a bet amongst the staff here as to when a visiting man pitches his first tent. Now up ahead here is the nursery-' 

'Nursery?' I asked. 

'Yes. Where we look after the hucow's calfves.' 

'Calves?' 

'The hucow's children. You'll soon find that we use a different dialect here.' She stopped and turned her body toward mine. Her large breasts swung around with weight before she cupped them in both of her hands. 'See, these aren't breasts, they are udders, much like what cows had. Udders are large and produce milk constantly whereas breasts are much smaller and don't. So, we have taken to using the term udders for us hucows.' 

She grabbed her large nipples between her thumb and forefinger. 'And these are teats rather than nipples. They are far larger, perfect for fitting into the milking machine. And what you were staring at before is my rump. No real reason for that, hucows just have wider hips than normal women, so we felt like adopting the term.' 

'All right, I think I get it,' I said, savouring the chance to take in all of her body without reproach. 

'Now,' she said, beginning to walk again, her rump swinging from side to side, as if she was putting on a show for me. 'Let's go up and meet the hucow that you will be assigned to initially.' 

We stopped before a lift and Violet pushed the button. The doors opened with a ding, and we both stepped inside, leaning against the wall as we waited for it to take us to our floor. 

Violet began massaging one of her udders as the lift ascended. 'I think I might have to leave you for a bit while you meet Hayley,' she said. 'I'm feeling really full. I might sneak off and get milked, if you don't mind losing your guide for a few minutes?' 

'Uh...' I said, looking at the flesh of her udder beneath her fingers. Blue veins were beginning to become visible, showing just how engorged she was. 'Yeah, sure. That's fine.' 

I wanted to ask if I could come and watch, being completely curious about the whole process, but meeting Hayley would have to suffice. 

'Excellent,' she said with a smile. I noticed a drip of milk had begun to form at the end of her teat due to the massaging. 

The doors opened and we stepped out into a busy hallway. There were hucows milling about everywhere, standing in doorways to rooms and chatting with those in the hallway. As I followed behind Violet I looked through the open door into the rooms beyond. They looked very much like college dorm rooms. In fact the way everyone flitted from room to room reminded me of college. 

'Here it is,' Violet announced, stopping before a closed door. 'As I said, her name is Hayley. Just go in and chat with her. See if she's someone you'd enjoy spending time with.' 

'Okay then.' I gave a nod, studying the door with a sudden nervousness. 

'I'll be back before long to collect you.' She gave me a pat on the shoulder and headed back down the hallway to the lift. 

Unsure of how to proceed, I gave a knock on the door. 

'Coming,' came a voice from within the room before the door opened to reveal a small redheaded hucow. Any concern about what the job may entail flew from my mind as thoughts of spending time with this beauty replaced them. She had a small button nose and big brown eyes that looked up at me from beneath her long wavy red hair. Her hair fell all the way down her lower back to her curvy hips, and a small patch of red pubic hair adorned her front beneath her large udders. 

'Uh...' I said. I had no idea what to say. 

'Oh, you're the bull in training!' she said, suddenly bursting into a toothy smile as she noticed my clothes. 

'The... what?' 

'Come in,' she said, excitedly grabbing my arm and pulling me into the room. She closed the door behind us and led me over to the couch. 

'Violet said you'd be coming today.' She flopped down onto the couch, her udders bouncing as she did. They settled in her lap, the soft flesh spilling over her legs. Her eyes fixated on me with an intense curiosity as I slowly sat down beside her  

'So, what's your name?' she asked. 

'Ethan,' I said cautiously. I still felt like she was a few steps ahead of me in understanding the situation. 

'Nice to meet you, Ethan. I'm Hayley.' Then, noticing my apprehension she added, 'is this your first time at the dairy farm?' 

'Yeah. This is all new to me.' 

'You'll get used to it fast.' She shot another smile at me. I'll admit, the warmth of her smile did ease my nerves. 

'So, how long have you been here?' 

'Uh, a little over a year, I think. I'm only nineteen.' 

'Oh wow,' I said, looking at her udders. They were as large as the other hucows here. 'So it doesn't take long to... develop.' 

'No,' she shook her head with a grin, some of her red hair spilled over her bare shoulder as she did. 'It only took a few weeks from joining here before I was producing milk.' 

The reminder that her large udders right in front of me were probably brimming with milk caused me to shift uncomfortably on the couch so as to try and stop another tent from forming. 

'What led you to sign up here?' I asked, hoping that if I kept her talking she wouldn't notice my crotch. 

She adjusted herself on the couch too, turning her body so she was facing more toward me. She put her arm onto the top of the couch and rested her head against her hand as she spoke. Her udders hung in my direction invitingly. 

'I always thought there was something special about hucows growing up. They were the women producing milk for everyone in the world. I remember seeing one at the shops when I was little and everyone seemed to treat her like she was special. I wanted to be like her. So, when I graduated high school I came here and signed up. I got my injections of their special hormones and before long my udders began to grow.' 

She cupped her right udder lovingly with her free hand before pointing to what looked like a massage table in the corner. Large clear cups were attached to the underside with tubes leading from them into a machine beneath it. 

'That is my milking table. If you are here long enough, I can show you how it's all done. I'm due for a milk soon.' 

I looked back at her, hoping to contain my excitement. 'Yeah, I'd love to see that.' 

'Great!' she said. 'But first, what about you? What led you to sign up as a bull?' 

'Uh, I haven't... fully been told what I've... What is a bull?' 

She giggled and pulled her knee on my side up to her chest. Her left udder was squished between her and her leg in the process. The soft flesh spilled around her leg as her teat began to slowly leak milk. 

Through her reposition her pussy came into view. I tried to keep my eyes on her, though I did briefly notice that her clit was quite bulbous and a deep red. Was she really horny, or had it grown too like her teats? 

'Before explaining what a bull is, there's more to a hucow's physiology. An immature hucow, like me, only produces about eight gallons a day, but a mature hucow can produce up to ten gallons. The more milk we can produce, the better for all the people we're feeding.' 

'And how do you become a mature hucow?' I asked. 

'I need to be bred by a bull.' Her free hand slowly moved to her pussy and began playing with her engorged clit as she continued. 'Our bodies react to having a baby by increasing our milk supply even further. My milk ducts will stretch and produce more milk permanently.' 

'So, I'm going to...' 

'Not yet,' she said, her fingers running rings around her large clit. I could see her pussy was dripping now. 'You need to get injections too before you can become a bull.' 

'What injections?' I asked apprehensively. 

'Nothing too bad. They give you a dose of special testosterone to make your sperm more potent. I think my modified body is harder to impregnate with just normal sperm. The testosterone will make your dick grow and will make your balls a lot bigger. Like REALLY big.' 

Her eyebrows shot up at those last words and the tempo of her fingers on her clit increased subconsciously. She stared at my crotch and bit her bottom lip. 

'Could I ask you a favour?' she asked suddenly, her voice was softer than before. 

'Yeah, sure. What is it?' 

'I've never... I mean I've only ever seen the bull's balls here. Could I see yours before they... change?' 

'Uh...' I hesitated at the question. I wasn't even sure about having them changed yet. But as I watched her continue to play with her clit my will weakened and I stood up. I undid my belt and pulled my pants down, letting my strained erection free.  

'Oh wow,' she said, shuffling forward on the couch to get a closer look. She cupped my balls and her hand and let out a giggle. 'They're so small!' 

I pulled back and went to grab my pants before she blurted out, 'I mean, small in comparison! I don't know what normal balls are supposed to look like. They might be really big by normal standards, I don't know. But your cock is...' She let her fingertips trail across my shaft towards the head. 'Your cock is really nice.' 

She moved her head in closer and licked from the base of my cock to the head before taking it all in her mouth. 

I was rock hard at the feeling. I marveled at the sight before me. Her red hair fell down over her back like a river of red wine, while her large udders hung below her, her pink teats standing to attention. Any injection would be worth having this whenever I wanted. 

Just as I began to enjoy the sensation of her lips wrapped around my cock she pulled back. 

'We can't. Not yet. You need to save your sperm up for tomorrow.' 

I moved closer to her and gently pulled her hand back up and placed it around my cock. 

'Surely we can just have some fun now?' 

She sighed and let her hand drop from my shaft. 'No... It really is best if we wait.' She got up from the couch and stood on the tips of her toes, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply. Her udders squished between us, her teats poking into my stomach. 

We broke apart and she stepped back, her brown eyes staring at me deeply. 

'Tomorrow, okay? Then you can breed me.' 

I just stared back speechlessly. I wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the couch and fuck her hard right now. I sighed. Tomorrow, I told myself, just one more day and I can. 

She looked down at my shirt and grinned. 'I think I am due for my milking now.' 

I looked down and saw what she was referring to. Two milk stains lined my shirt where her teats had rubbed into me. 

'You can watch if you want,' she said, stepping around me to her milking table. 

She lay down on top of the padded milking table, positioning her udders for the cups. As the machine came on and began sucking at her teats, she maneuvered her legs over the sides of the table and found little stirrups for her feat underneath. As I watched I noticed that the part of the table underneath her crotch was lined with firmer looking bumps. 

'See,' she said as she began to grind her pussy against them, 'They designed it so we can get ourselves off while milking. It helps with the milk let down. Plus, the back half of the table can come away, you know, just in case a big bull decides to join me.' 

She shook her rump suggestively as the door behind me opened. I quickly pulled my pants up as Violet entered. 

'Oh, please, Ethan. If you stay on with us I'll see more than that,' she said, cheerily. 'I see you two have gotten to know each other.' 

'Mmm, yes,' Hayley said, laying her head down on the table as the machine pumped away at her udders. 'I think he's perfect to breed me.' 

'Excellent! So, Ethan. Shall we get started?' 

I stood there thinking as I watched Hayley. There were so many more questions about what going forward involved, but I felt that there would be no end to those questions. The only thing I could be sure of was saying no meant that I wouldn't see Hayley again. I already wanted to see more of her after just this short meeting. 

'Yeah, let's get started.' 

Violet grabbed my hand and began leading me toward the door. 

'I can't wait for tomorrow,' Hayley called after me as we left. 

I followed Violet back down the hallway to the lift. As the lift descended, Violet watched me. 


Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 02



'Since when have you owned a kilt?' I asked, eyeing Ethan's choice of clothing.

'Not until recently,' he said, taking a sip of tea as he sat at our kitchen table. 'But I feel they're making a comeback. I'll be a trend setter.'

I eyed him suspiciously. 'Is your family even Scottish?'

He let out a low whistle. 'I'm sure if you go back far enough in my family... one of my relatives probably is.'

'Give him a break, Jessica,' Mark chuckled, shifting a pile of bills as he joined us at the table with his tea. 'I think it's pretty bold of him.' He leant forward to address Ethan. 'So, are you, you know, going traditional under there, man?'

I groaned in disgust. 'Oh, please. Not at the table. All due respect, Ethan, but I have no interest in what's going on under your kilt. As far as I'm concerned you're a Ken doll from the waist down.'

'Don't worry, Ethan. She treats me the same way,' Mark chuckled, warranting a glare from me. 

Mark continued unabashed. 'So what have you been up to lately, man? It feels like months since we last saw you.'

Ethan took a sip of his tea. 'Oh, you know, work. I took your advice and got a new job that's been keeping me preoccupied lately.'

Mark raised a finger and paused as he sussed out Ethan's words. 'I think I suggested you go look for a job at the dairy farm a while back, didn't I?'

A grin split Ethan's face. 'Yep, you sure did.'

Mark returned the grin. 'You old dog! So, what, you met a nice hucow who's been keeping you distracted from the outside world?'

'Ethan took another sip from his tea with his grin still in place. He looked like he was loving every minute of this. 'Her name is Hayley, thank you very much.'

Mark clapped his hands together in triumph. 'Aha! I knew it would work out for you, man! So when do we get to meet her?'

'You can come to the farm sometime if you want. I'm sure she'd love to meet the both of you.'

'Sounds good. I'd love to see inside that place. Hell, with how well it worked out for you, perhaps I should apply for a job there, too.'

I slapped Mark's arm as he chuckled.

'Oh you know I'm just teasing,' he said to me. 'Although, honestly it might be a good idea for you to see if they have any positions free in administration or something. My wage won't be enough to keep us afloat for long.'

'What's this?' Ethan asked.

I could feel my face flushing as Mark explained it to Ethan. 'Jessica lost her job a few months back. Company scaling back, that sort of thing. The job hunting hasn't been going so great lately.'

'Well that sucks. I'm sorry to hear that Jessica,' Ethan said. He thought for a moment before continuing. 'I can ask around, but I'm not sure that there are many office roles at the dairy farm.'

'It's a big place, I'm sure they have many people working to keep that place going,' Mark said. 'What do you do there? Maybe you could put a good word in for her.'

'Uh... I don't think... there are any spots free in my type of work for her. You could always sign up as a hucow. They're always hiring more of those.'

I crossed my arms over my chest. 'No thank you. I think I can safely say I'll pass on that position.'

'They have pretty good lives there,' Ethan continued. 'Probably the easiest work around. Living expenses paid, too.'

'You're not going to sell me on this,' I said firmly. 

'I think you should give it some thought. Even as just a backup if you can't get a job elsewhere. It's really not as bad as you think there.'

I finished my tea with a final gulp. 'Thank you, Ethan. I appreciate you trying to help but I'll be fine. I had an interview at an accounting firm that I'm waiting to hear back from any day now.'

'Well that sounds great!' Ethan enthused. 'I hope it does turn out well for you.'

'Me too,' Mark said. He glanced at the pile of bills out of the corner of his eye. I felt a pang of guilt at the thought of how much it was all building up. Mark was doing wonderfully to keep us afloat, picking up overtime at his work wherever he could, but it was getting down to the wire. I needed this accounting firm to call me back soon. 

'Well, I'd love to stay longer, but I think I'll be needed back at work soon,' Ethan said, pushing his chair back to stand. 

Mark stood up to show him out. 'Yeah, thanks for stopping around, man. Don't drop off the face of the earth again, all right?'

'I promise I'll keep in touch more,' Ethan said. As I stood up I noticed Ethan fidgeting with his kilt before rising from his chair.

'And next time we'll have to meet this Hayley.'

'Of course. See you later, you two.'

'Bye Ethan,' I said as he stepped outside into the street.

~

It was the next evening that I received the call from the accounting firm. Mark hovered around as I listened intently to the woman on the other end. My spirits dropped as I thanked her for her time and placed the phone back on the table. Another failed job interview. 

'What's the next interview you have lined up?' Mark asked hopefully.

'None,' I told him, struggling to hold back tears as I did. 

Mark wrapped his arms around me. 'All right, let's go have another search online.'

I buried my face into his shirt. 'There isn't anything else. I've been searching for weeks. I've applied at just about every business in the city. We'd just be hoping for a new one to pop up now.'

'Can you get a temp job until then?' 

I snivelled into his shirt. 'I suppose I'll have to.'

'We could always move from here to help keep costs down,' he said. 'Maybe find a flat that's cheaper.'

'Maybe,' I said, pulling away from him with a sigh. 'We can talk about it in the morning, let's just have a stress free evening until then.'

Though the thoughts never left my head; a constant nagging feeling at the back of my mind. I turned over possibility after possibility in the hopes of finding something that I had missed that would fix everything for us, but none presented itself. It took until I lay down in bed that night for my thoughts to return to Ethan's proposal of the dairy farm. Funny that in the light of desperation it didn't seem as opposable as it had the day before. The thought of changing myself to become a hucow still didn't sit right with me, but Ethan was right, it did sound like stress free work. Exactly the type of job I had hoped to see pop up during my nightly searches online. I had always wanted to become self-employed, and that was pretty damn close to it. Good pay, too.

I tried to imagine what I would look like with a large pair of breasts like the ones I had seen on hucows. They had always seemed like a pinnacle of femininity with those curves. I had always had a curious fascination with their bodies in my younger years, to be honest. A fascination that always made me feel dirty to explore. Even now as I let the thoughts roam freely through my mind I felt the need to block them out to keep my dignity. I rolled over and tried to shake the thoughts from my mind. I was a business woman, not some lowly farm animal. 

I sighed. A business woman that might soon have to go back to being a lowly waitress. I looked at Mark asleep next to me in the moonlight. He was struggling to earn enough for the two of us. I pretended to somehow preserve my dignity by letting him shoulder our financial burden. Was that really worth it? Didn't he deserve better?

~

'Are you sure this is what you want?' Mark asked as we waited in the white tiled foyer. 

I gave a defeated sigh. 'It is the best solution to our financial problems, isn't it?'

'There are still other solutions, though. If you want to do this then I'll support you, but don't feel like you are in any way pressured to do so.'

I gave him a peck on the cheek. 'You know, the more I think about it the more it sounds like it could be fun.' It was honestly the truth. My insides seemed to flutter with a nervous excitement that I hadn't felt through any of my job interviews. There wasn't any stress weighing me down, nor would there be any over the next few months. It was like going on holiday. 

'You must be Jessica,' a womanly voice said, breaking up our conversation. I turned to address them only to feel my jaw drop open. Before us stood a blonde hucow, naked to the world, or at least to the empty foyer around us. Her huge breasts hung down past her navel and long cocktail sausage-like nipples extended beyond that. Her hips were wide, creating a beautiful curve down her thighs. What caught my eye even more than her large breasts was her clit, which was as large as a cherry and just as red, and had what looked like a miniature bull ring pierced through it.

She stood there smiling brightly as she waited for my response. 

'Uh, yeah... Yes, I'm Jessica.'

'Great! Have you filled out all your forms?'

I nodded over at the receptionist sitting behind the desk, who had not even batted an eye at the naked hucow. 'We gave them to her.'

'Excellent. If you're ready, please follow me.'

Mark and I stood up and followed her to the double doors leading further into the dairy farm. We stepped into a brightly lit carpeted hallway. It looked no different from any other office building in the city. 

'I'm Bridgette,' the hucow said as she led us down the hallway. 'I'll get you set up with your injections and show you to your room.'

The mention of injections made my stomach flutter with nerves. 

We finally arrived at a small doctor's office and entered. Bridgette indicated for me to lie down on the bed in the corner while she set about collecting the needles and vials she would need. 

My heart was thumping in my chest as I laid back and watched her put on some rubber gloves and pull a tray over beside me. 

'Wait!' I cried as she began measuring out the injection. 

She looked at me with concern. 'What is it, dear?'

'Just... can you just... I don't know, explain what happens after you inject me with that?'

She put the needle down on the tray and gave me a warming smile. 'Don't worry, dear. I promise everything will be fine, this is perfectly safe. The injection contains a special dose of hormones that has been synthesised from cows. It will give you, more or less a second puberty. Your breasts and nipples will grow to roughly the size of mine,' she ran her hand around one of her huge globes to demonstrate. 'You will have some more fat distribute around your hips and your clit will engorge like mine has.'

I looked down at the bulbous shape poking out between her thighs. The gold glint of her ring shone in the florescent light. 

'Will I have to get it pierced too?'

Bridgette gave a chuckle. 'Only if you want to. This is just a personal choice.'

My heart hadn't slowed its pace, but I at least felt more confident knowing what lay on the other end of that needle. A second puberty. It didn't sound so bad. I could remember how curious I was at my body's developments during my first puberty. 

I felt Mark grab my hand and squeeze it tight. He looked down at me with all the support in the world. As much support as he had already given me during these last few months. It was my turn to pay him back for everything. 

'Okay, I'm ready,' I said, taking in a deep breath. 

'Could you remove your shirt and bra, please,' Bridgette said.

I sat up, unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra off. The cold air of the room chilled my nipples as my perky C cup breasts were exposed. I laid back down as Bridgette brought the needle closer.

'One injection for each breast and it'll be all done,' she reassured me. 

I bit my lip as the needle pierced my flesh and deposited the cool liquid inside my breast. I held my breath as she did the second one until finally it was done. She pulled the needle out and put it aside. That was it. No going back now. 

I went to put my bra back on and she stopped me. 

'You won't need that bra anymore, dear. You'll be growing faster than you ever did during your first puberty. By tomorrow that thing will be too small. In fact, all clothing is optional here. We hucows find it easier to get around with nothing on.'

I indignantly picked up my blouse and put it on over my bare breasts. 'I'd prefer to keep my clothes on, if that's all right.'

'If that's what you'd prefer, dear, then be my guest. Happy hucows produce better milk, so no one will pressure you to do anything you don't want to.'

I buttoned my blouse up with my first smile of the day. This was already much freer than a job as a waitress would have been. I could get used to this. 

'Now, follow me and I'll show you to your room.'

Bridgette led us to a lift and we were taken to one of the upper floors. I stepped out of the lift and was met with a sight of many naked hucows walking and talking throughout the hallway. I stopped and stared at them all. Bridgette wasn't lying, I would be the only clothed hucow here. 

Bridgette stepped past us as I felt Mark join me by my side. 

'You're room is just up here,' she said, leading us through the crowd. I could feel every eye on me as I followed her. It was like being the new kid at school. Though as I looked around at the staring faces I noticed they weren't silently judging me. Instead each face smiled back at me. A few waved too.

The situation was so surreal I almost didn't notice Bridgette had stopped in front of an open doorway. 

'Here you are,' she chimed. '3h.'

I stepped inside and looked around. It reminded me a lot of my old dorm room back in college, except bigger. There was a queen size bed, a TV, a comfy looking couch and a table with a laptop. I even had my own bathroom. That alone made it far better than my old college dorm. In the corner, however, there sat something I had never seen before. It looked like a massage table, but there were large clear cups on its underside leading down through tubes to a machine. 

'What's that?' I asked.

'That will be your milking machine when you start producing. It's more comfortable than it looks... or maybe that's just the relief being milked gives you, I'm not too sure, come to think of it.'

I looked away from the milking machine, not quite ready to deal with the thought of being milked just yet. As I placed my luggage by the bed, Bridgette stepped over to a button on the wall. 

'Now, if you have any concerns with the changes to your body you have two options. Firstly, feel free to ask any of the other hucows around. We all went through it and can tell you exactly what you're experiencing. But, you also have a call button here on the wall. Press that and someone will be up to see you.'

'Okay,' I said, sitting down on the bed. 'That sounds fine, thank you.'

'Good. Now I can give you two a moment before Mark leaves if you want.'

I sat upright. 'What?! Can't Mark stay here?' I indicated to the queen size bed. 

'Eventually he can stay with you, but it would be better for you to be alone for the first few weeks.'

Mark came and sat beside me on the bed. I didn't want him to leave.

'Surely you can make an exception or something?' he said. 

Bridgette shook her head. 'I'm sorry. Those are just our rules. A few weeks' time and you can join her, but her development should be her main concern for now.'

Mark kissed me on top of my head and hugged me in close to him. 'If that's how it has to be for now, then I can wait.'

I nodded silently into his shoulder. 'Call me every night.'

'I will,' he said back before planting a long kiss on my lips and standing to leave.

'If you'll follow me back down to admin, Mark, perhaps I can organise it so you can see her a bit earlier than usual.'

'Yeah, sure, anything,' Mark said enthusiastically as he gave me one last wave and followed her out of the room. 

I lay back onto the bed, feeling suddenly very alone. It was only a few minutes ago that I was feeling excited about what was ahead, but now... now it didn't seem so great. 

'Just a few weeks I told myself,' as I cuddled up to my pillow, my breasts beginning to feel slightly tingly as the cool liquid of the injection spread throughout them.

~

I lay awake on my fourth night at the dairy farm. The first few nights had been fine. After chatting with Mark for hours on the phone I had settled down to some of the deepest sleep I had ever had in my life. Yet tonight I just couldn't get comfortable. I had been tossing and turning for hours but sleep would not claim me from the feeling in my breasts. 

They had already grown by two whole cup sizes in my short stay, but they weren't what was bothering me, despite how they pushed at my slowly tightening shirts each day. No, it was my nipples that were a constant irritation tonight. They had only grown a bit, looking like small pieces of chalk now. Yet even that little bit was enough for them to feel constantly squished by my shirts. And they were far too sensitive now to be constantly rubbing up against the fabric of my shirt. The constant stimulation against them had caused my pussy to grow very wet, but I had already tried masturbating over half an hour ago; the stimulation was still too much to ignore. 

In a huff I sat up and threw my shirt off. The cool night air delighted my sensitive nipples as I lay back down. That was better. 

I'll just have to sleep topless at night, I thought to myself. During the day I could keep my shirt on and then strip it off at night. But as I lay there I relaxed into the feeling of having my nipples uncramped and eased by the cool air. This was the relief that I had sought after during the day. My shirts were becoming tighter with my growing bust and my sensitive nipples were taking the brunt of that change. I dreaded the thought of stuffing my breasts back into a shirt tomorrow. I was the only one here still even wearing one, and it was causing me this much discomfort to do so. 

I sighed as I thought about it. I had sworn not to become a nudist like these hucows, but wearing a shirt was becoming too impractical. Hell, when my breasts began producing milk a shirt would be even more in the way. 

It was just a shirt, anyway. I wasn't completely naked without one, I reasoned as I finally drifted off to sleep. 

~

'All right, now just lower them down and I'll guide you in.'

Bridgette kneeled underneath me as I lowered my breasts into the milking machine for the first time. It had been a few days since I first started going topless. My breasts were surprising me with their size each day. They were about an h cup by now and were coming to dominate my front. I felt like my breasts led the way wherever I walked, yet they still seemed so small compared to the other hucows. I wasn't sure if I could take the weight of them when they became that size. Though my back seemed to be adapting quickly. It felt sturdier each day as my hips widened and became curvier. When I first thought about the coming changes my hips never even registered as something I'd noticed, but with their new size I found my hands grazing against them more and more as I walked. 

My breast found its way into the cup and I gasped as the machine began sucking. I could feel my nipple stretching with each pump of the machine. They had grown too. They were now as big as my thumb and as sensitive as a clit. The pumping of the machine felt amazing on them. My pussy instantly became wet at the incredible sensation and was almost surely seeping through my shorts. I had kept to my word and still remained clothed from the waist down, only letting my breasts hang out to the delight of the other hucows. They loved seeing me grow and develop. They fawned over me like a little sister. 

It had been only yesterday as I massaged my growing breasts while masturbating that the first droplet of milk revealed itself. Curious, I kneaded my breasts further, rewarding me with a few more drops. I rushed to show the other hucows who all equally shared my excitement. Bridgette had promised to give me my first proper milking today, and I went to be that night excited to give my first proper lot of milk. 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 02



'I think... yes! There's milk coming down the tubes! Congratulations sweety!' Bridgette clapped her hands excitedly as a grin spread across my face through the thrums of pleasure each pump of the machine elicited. 

'Congratulations, Jessica. You no longer have boring old breasts. You now have milking udders just like us!'

I felt an odd sense of pride at her words. Udders. I had udders. A little over a week ago and I would have grimaced at the prospect, but now it felt somehow right. My breasts had never done anything, really. But now, my udders had a purpose: to give milk. And, god, did they feel so much better. Why would anyone want breasts when they could have this?

'Your teats will come through each time you milk,' Bridgette explained. 'The machine will help them grow and strengthen until they are this size.' She pinched one of her fat teats.

I stared at them as the machine pumped away at my own. Mine were so small, but every inch of them already felt so amazing. How good would they feel when they were that size? I wanted mine to grow overnight. I wanted ones that big now. 

Bridgette stood and moved around behind me. 

'Now, before I go, let me show you one last thing with this machine.'

I felt her hands on my hips and turned my head around as far as the machine would allow me.

'Beneath your crotch you'll notice that there are some bumps on this skinny part of the table. You're probably feeling very horny now from being milked, so these are here for you to grind you pussy against if you want.'

She was right, my clit felt like it was on fire from the attention my teats were getting. I tried moving my hips against the bumps but couldn't find the right angle. 

Bridgette's soft hands grabbed one of my thighs and pulled my legs apart. She pulled my leg over the side of the table and guided my foot to a stirrup on the underside. I did the same with my other leg and found the second stirrup. It felt like I was riding a motorbike laying down, my crotch pushed right into the bumps of the table. 

'Now try it,' Bridgette said, but I has already gyrating my hips before she could finish. It was just the right angle to grind my clit over each bump. It was just what I needed. 

'You know it might be better if you take your shorts off...' Bridgette offered, but I shook my head. 

'No... It's fine...' I panted as I rocked back and forth with the machine, trying to keep my udders firmly in the greedy mouth of the cups. 

'Suit yourself,' she said, walking toward the door. 'When you're finished just turn off the machine with the button beside you. Whenever you feel like you need to be milked just do what I showed you today and you'll be fine.'

'Mmm,' I moaned in response and she exited the room leaving me in a satisfying ecstasy I had never known before. 

As I ground my hips back and forth I began to see what Bridgette had meant. My shorts bunched up around me crotch getting in the way of my desperate clit. I stopped gyrating and pulled my knees up onto the table and with a little difficulty, pulled my shorts and panties down over my wide hips without my udders even leaving their cups. 

I threw them onto the floor, found my stirrups again and resumed my grinding. The direct contact was even better. I felt my clit flick back and forth at the end of each gyration. It had grown too, much like Bridgette had said. A little red bulb sticking out from my stretched hood. It was long enough that I could flick it back and forth now, feeling the vibrations travel deep down into the core of my pelvis. 

I moaned deeply as I felt an orgasm building. My hand flew down to my crotch and I stuck two fingers into my sopping hole. But, as I worked my fingers in and out my pussy seemed to stretch open with ease. Two fingers were no longer enough, I needed more. I stuck a third in, but not even that was enough. I stuck all four fingers in and pushed the palm of my hand hard into my clit. I had never fingered myself so wildly before! My teats and my pussy both being pleasured at once. The feeling built and built.

'Uuuuugggggggghhh!' I moaned as I felt my orgasm wash over me. My udders seemed to react to it too as all of the nerves from my teats to every inch of my udders exploded in pleasure and my milk gushed out of me. 

I caught my breath as the orgasm subsided and gave my pussy a few more strokes before removing my hand. It was glistening with my juices in the light as I dried it off on the soft padding of the table. 

As I felt my udders run dry I turned off the machine and pulled them out. There were rings around where the suction cups had gripped on, but as I watched they began to fade into the smooth skin of my udders. I could never remember having skin so soft and smooth. Maybe when I was a child, but I had never paid much attention to it back then. 

My udders didn't feel as warm as they had before I sat down on the milking machine, but they still kept a soothing temperature higher than the rest of my body. The thought of my udders right now slowly refilling with milk brought a proud smile to my face. I had never known my body could be so incredible.

I looked down past my udders to my swollen clit. It still stuck out wanting to be played with. Not now, I thought. I was starving after that experience. The cafeteria was waiting for me on the second floor. 

I stood up and grabbed my panties and shorts. I was right in thinking my juices had seeped through them. The crotch had a big wet patch over it. I thought for a moment before throwing modesty to the wind and pulled them on. 

As I worked my shorts over my almost too wide hips I felt my clit push up hard against them. I tried adjusting my shorts around my crotch but nothing seemed to help. It was just too swollen after having been played with. I cursed as I pulled my shorts off and searched through my closet for a skirt. 

I found a black summer skirt and went to put it on. But as I walked back from the closet I found myself hesitating. The shorts had added the most pressure, but my panties were restricted my clit just as much as they had. Each step reminded me just how sensitive it was. 

I sighed as I pulled my panties down, letting my clit poke out in its swollen glory. I threw my panties aside and clipped my skirt around my wide hips. 

Much better, I thought, looking at myself in the full length mirror. I looked amazing. My g cup udders framing my front beautifully; my hips curving out from my waist beneath them in a perfect hourglass frame. Even my legs seemed to have toned up. Mark would be so turned on when he finally saw me again. 

I felt very sexy wearing no panties under my skirt. I had always wanted to go out for a night on the town with none of. The thrill of someone potentially seeing was an exciting prospect. 

I twirled around, watching the mirror to see my bare ass poke out from beneath the fabric. I giggled like a schoolgirl at how naughty it felt. 

I sat down on the bed opposite the mirror and crossed my legs. The pressure my thighs put on my swollen clit was mind-blowing, but I ignored it. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting them settle a little wider apart than usual as I watched my reflection in the mirror intensely. The skirt was still too long to see anything so I gradually lifted the end of it, revealing my round red clit, so prominent now between my legs. I grinned as I dropped my skirt, feeling the fabric fall softly down on it. 

'Fuck it!' I said, unclipping my skirt and throwing it aside. I stood up and admired myself in the mirror completely naked. My clit looking back at me triumphantly from atop my shaved pussy lips. 

Without a second thought I walked to the door and stepped out into the hallway completely naked, the cool breeze tickling my still wet lips with each step.

~

I sat playing with my growing teats in the warm light of the afternoon. It was about two weeks and a half since I had come to the dairy farm. My teats were forming nicely, as were my udders. I was almost as big as the other hucows. Bridgette suspected another few days and I would be fully formed. 

I pulled on my fat teat as a drip of milk spurted out. My milk supply had increased substantially. I was now giving about six gallons a day through three regular milkings. It was so satisfying to feel my udders so laden with milk and then watch it flow down the tubes as it was sucked out of me. This was now my purpose in life. My milk fed everyone in the city, possibly being transported across the world. 

I wrapped my arm around my udders, feeling their warmth and weight. I was due for a milking soon; I was so full. I didn't know how large they were now, it was impossible to measure their cup size, but I must be pushing the very end of the alphabet. 

A knock came from the door, breaking me from my reverie.

'Come in,' I called. The thought popped into my head that it might be Mark. God, I could use Mark right now. It felt like it had been forever since I had felt his cock inside me. I could only imagine what it would feel like now with my new clit. 

Yet it was not Mark who entered, instead it was a small redheaded hucow who I had never met before. As she turned back from closing the door I noticed she was about five months pregnant.

'Hi,' I said as she came over to me. 'What's up?'

'Hey,' she responded. 'I'm Hayley, I don't think we've met before. Ethan said you two were friends and I wanted to come say hi.'

My face lit up. 'Oh, you're Hayley! Ethan told me about you two.' I eyed her pregnant belly wanting to ask, but instead decided to work up to it. 'So where is Ethan now? He should have come with you.'

Hayley giggled and bit her lip. 'Oh, I don't think bulls are allowed to see hucows before they're finished developing.'

'Bulls?'

'Yeah, like Ethan,' she said, sitting down on the couch. She studied my confused face before it finally dawned on her. 'Oh, you don't know. I mean they often wait until hucows have finished their development before telling them, but I thought what with you knowing Ethan... nevermind. The bulls breed us to help us grow into mature hucows and increase our milk supply.' She rubbed her hand over her pregnant belly as she spoke. 

'Wait, so that's what Ethan does here?!' 

'Yep,' Hayley said grinning.

'And do I have to...' I stuttered pointing to her belly. 

'Oh, no, you don't HAVE to... but I'd REALLY recommend it.' Her hand moved its way down from her belly to her swollen clit. 'I mean, besides increasing how much milk you can give, it feels so wonderful having a bull ride you so roughly and take control of you.'

I watched as the tempo of her hand increased with each word. I couldn't believe she was sitting here masturbating in front of me like it was nothing. I could feel my own pussy getting wet and my clit begin to throb as I watched the surreal display. I needed to attend to my clit, it was begging for it, but I couldn't just get myself off in front of someone I'd just met. 

I tried crossing my legs in an effort to hide how wet I was. 'I'm not sure if I'm ready for children just yet.'

She began pulling on her teats, giving off little moans. 'You will be. Trust me, when you go into heat it'll be all you can think about. Having a big strong bull's calf. Him shooting his hot seed deep inside you... mmmm!'

She squeezed her legs together tightly and convulsed in what was unmistakably an orgasm. I could feel my own clit begging for attention. I put as much pressure on my clit with my thighs as I could, but it just wasn't enough. 

She opened her eyes and looked at me through a curtain of her long red hair. Panting, she stood up and walked over to me. I leaned back as she dropped to her knees in front of me, her teat tickling my leg as it ran down it. 

'It's okay to be horny, you know,' she said as she spread my legs. My clit sprung free from its confine, even more red and swollen than before. I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs as the cool air hit them. 

'Aw, sweety. That poor clit looks tortured,' she cooed, leaning in and sucking on it. I gasped at the sensation, feeling the pleasure roll through my body. God, I needed this! 

She let it fall from her mouth and looked up at me. 'You're allowed to pleasure yourself whenever you want. We all are horny here. Pleasuring yourself often helps with your milk. No one will care if you do.'

Her mouth returned to my pussy as I felt her tongue run up my slit ending with a light touch against my clit. I shivered and tried to grind my pussy against her face. Without warning, she plunged her tongue deep inside me. A loud moan escaped my lips as her thumb found my clit and pushed down hard on it.

'Oh god!' I gasped. 

She sucked and licked and explored my pussy as the intense feeling inside me built and built. I fell back onto the bed, grabbing my udders and pulling on my teats. Little spurts of milk shot out with each pull as I massaged and teased them.

I was in heaven as Hayley brought me closer and closer to orgasm. 

'Mmmmm!' I moaned as my legs locked and my body shuddered. I gripped onto my udders hard as my orgasm washed over me, feeling a spray of milk shoot from each teat.

My muscles kept spasming as Hayley pulled her face up from my pussy.

'Better?' she asked.

'Mmm, much,' I panted as I lay there, enjoying ever sensation of my hucow body as my clit continued to throb in the aftermath. 

~

It had been three whole weeks since I had come to the dairy farm. I was now fully a hucow. My udders were well beyond the alphabet and hung heavily in front of me, laden with milk. I was producing so much now, at least eight gallons a day. It felt so good to feel my udders fill up over the day and become warmer. A constant reminder of how good I was. I was producing so much milk for everyone in the world. I wanted to give more. The feeling of milk laden udders was wonderful, I almost felt sad each time I stood up from my milking table, my udders empty. I couldn't believe I had lived so long with empty breasts. Not a drop of milk in them. They seemed so... useless in retrospect. 

I felt my udder. It was warm and firm; I was definitely ready for a milking. I stepped out of the lift onto my floor and strode down the hallway to my room. My long brown hair fluttered behind me as I smiled at my neighbouring hucows. 

I stopped at my door and found myself watching one of them. She was about eight months pregnant, her belly so large and round. I could almost imagine her bull mounting her eight months ago and shooting his seed deep inside her. He was probably still fucking her, claiming her as his. I could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought. Oh, to have a big strong bull claim me as his and look after me as he breeds me. 

A moan slipped my lips as I steadied myself on the doorframe. When Bridgette told me I had fully developed she did warn me that I might go into heat soon. Judging how I had felt these last two days, I would say I was definitely in heat. 

I stared at the pregnant hucow. How I wanted my belly to swell out like that, to carry a healthy calf inside me. They said hucows bred the healthiest calves, far better than normal people did. 

My hand slipped down to my pussy and began flicking my clit. God, to think it had once been so small. It was now as big as a cherry. The skin of my hood was stretched so wide around its base. It felt so good to grind against the bumps on my milking table now. The weight of my hips pushing down on its swollen size. 

I shivered and grabbed for the handle of my room, desperate to reach the relief of my milking table, when I saw him. A big muscular bull striding down the hallway. Every hucow watched him as he passed. He must be going to breed some lucky hucow in heat. I was in heat, why couldn't he breed me?

I quivered as I watch his big cock sway back and forth as he walked. I had seen a few bulls in the past few weeks, but I never got over the sight. His cock was so large. I could just imagine it stretching out my sopping pussy as it forced its way inside. As he passed I stared at his balls bouncing off the backs of his legs in time with each step. They were so big, each one about the size of a grapefruit. I could only imagine how much cum he would fill me up with. One mating session and I would surely be bred. 

The tempo of my fingers increased dramatically as I tried to pleasure myself as well as I imagined he would. 

I could feel myself nearing an orgasm when a soft hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned to see Bridgette smiling at me. She opened the door to my room and led me inside. 

'I know, dear, you're in heat. It's awful to have the need unfulfilled, isn't it?'

I just nodded as I walked over to my milking table and got on. 

'Have you changed your mind about being bred?' she asked.

'God yes,' I cried. 'Please, bring me a bull. I'm dying to be bred!'

'Okay, dear,' she said, beaming. 'I'll have a bull sent up to you tomorrow.'

'Tomorrow?!' I protested as the milking machine began to pump at my engorged teats.

'Trust me, I have something special in mind for you. It's worth the wait.' With that she turned and exited the room, leaving me horny and unsatisfied. 

~

The next day was no better. Now that I knew what I needed my clit seemed to throb constantly as a reminder. I found every time I bent over to get something I remained there longer than necessary, thrusting my rump hopelessly into the air, praying that a bull would come along and see me in desperate need. 

But none came to my aid.

So I found myself laying on my bed, my legs rubbing back and forth trying to stop the constant throb of my clit as waves of pleasure washed over me. 

A knock came from the door.

'Ugh, only come in if you'll mount me!' I called in frustration.

The door opened and Mark stepped in. I sat upright with a jolt, my udders slapping together. 

I wasn't sure who was more surprised. Mark's sight of me, my large udders resting in my lap, or my sight of Mark, a bull sized cock and balls between his legs. 

My brain was too drowned in horniness to bother asking any questions. I spread my legs showing my swollen clit to him. 'God, Mark, I need you so badly!'

He wasted no time bounding onto the bed and getting on top of me. His bull sized cock head pushed at my sopping pussy lips and slipped inside. Just like how my pussy had quickly stretch for my fingers, it did the same with Mark's cock. It only took a few thrusts for me to take all nine inches of him inside me, and god knows how thick it was. My pussy had never felt so satisfyingly full. 

'Yes! Fuck me!' I begged as I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him down close to me. 

I wanted to feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine as he bred me, my udders squished between the two of us. I could feel my milk leaking from my teats and running down my sides, pooling around my rump.

'Oh god, Mark. Yes!' I moaned as his cock pistoned in and out of my hot pussy with reckless abandon. He had never fucked me so hard. He was like an animal. An animal breeding his mate. No words needed to be said between the two of us, we both knew what I needed. What our instincts told us. 

His large balls slapped against my rump with each thrust. His big balls full of cum. Cum just for me. The cum that would soon be filling my gaping pussy up. The cum that would make a calf deep in my womb.

His pelvis rubbed against my engorged clit with each thrust. It was so big now it was hard for him not to. I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him in deeper. Deeper and closer to my fertile womb. Every nerve in my body was on fire, my clit pulsing with mind-blowing waves of pleasure. 

'Oh...Oh...OH GOD, Uuugghhhhh!' I shouted as I came hard. I felt milk spurt from my teats again, something about my body that I was quickly becoming used to when I came. 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 02



Mark began grunting too. 'Ugh, I'm gonna cum soon, babe.'

I pulled him in deeper, feeling his cock head nudging against my cervix. 'Mmm, yeah, nice and deep inside me, babe. Give me every last drop.' 

His face clenched up and I felt his cock begin to pulse inside me. A shot of hot cum splashed against the walls of my pussy.

'Mmm, yeah,' I moaned, pushing my face into his shoulder. I wasn't sure what felt better, my orgasm or the feeling of being filled up by his hot potent cum. 

He kept cumming, spurt after spurt. I felt it begin to spill over my full pussy, lines of the sticky fluid running down my rump. I reached down and scooped up some of his escaping cum, bringing it to my mouth and sucking it off my finger. God it tasted good. I wasn't sure if it was because of his new balls or how in heat I was. 

As we both came down from the high we looked into each other's eyes as if seeing each other for the first time. As if we hadn't just mated passionately. 

I grinned as he looked up and down my new body. 

'Wow, Jessica,' he said, admiring my udders. 

'Wow, yourself, big guy. What made you sign up as a bull?'

He reached over and grabbed a pillow, lifting my rump up with one strong hand and placing it underneath to keep my pussy high. It hardly seemed necessary as his meaty cock was still plugging me up, but I loved his attention to caring for me and making sure I was well bred. 

'Bridgette suggested it after I dropped you off. She told me she'd give me a call when you went into heat and I could be the one to breed you.'

I leaned up and kissed him deeply. Today couldn't have turned out more perfect.

'So what about you,' he said as our lips parted. 'How do you like being a hucow.'

'Mmm, it's amazing. I should have signed up long ago. I can't believe how good it feels to be milked.'

'So that's a no on going for just an office job?' Mark joked. 

I giggled as I ran my fingers down his muscular chest. 'I can't ever imagine a day not being milked and bred.'

~

I stood leaning against my door, watching everyone pass in the hallway. My large pregnant belly on display for every hucow to see, a badge that I had been bred and was a mature hucow. I had already begun producing more milk as my pregnancy progressed. It was so exciting to see my quantity pass nine gallons a day, and I still had more to go. My udders had grown slightly with the increased supply of milk, too. It was so satisfying to feel their increased weight when I was laden with milk. I couldn't believe they had once been so small. Tiny litte C Cups that grew into my beautiful udders.

I watched a young hucow pass by. Her eyes stared at my pregnant belly with a longing I knew only too well. She was in heat. The poor thing. 

I looked down at my pregnant belly and smiled, running a hand over it. It did look good seeing myself like that. Bred by a strong bull and carrying his calf. I was so happy to be pregnant here, where I could admire my amazing curves in their pure nakedness. I couldn't imagine being pregnant back when I was working in an office. Covering up my beautiful belly with clothes. Plus, with my increased libido, both Mark and I loved how easily accessible my naked pussy was. 

I ran a finger down over my dripping slit. A few trails had already run down my leg, showing off to the world with no shame just how horny I was. I trailed my finger up my slit and gave my cherry sized clit a flick. The gold bull ring bounced with it, sending a delightful vibration up my body. I loved how I looked in the mirror with it. A true hucow with her bull ring and all. 

I spotted Ethan walking down the hallway and waved to him. He strode over.

'Hey, Jessica. How's it going?'

'I'm good? Where's Hayley today?'

'She's down at the nursery with our calf. What about Mark, where is he?'

'I think he's working in the milk factory today.' My hand continued to play with my clit as I spoke.

'Uh huh,' Ethan said, looking around. 'So what are you doing waiting outside your door?'

I took my hand from my clit and brought it around behind Ethan, Stroking his massive balls with the lightest of touch from my fingertips.

'Just waiting for a nice strong bull to attend to me. Being pregnant makes you very horny.'

He stared at me for a moment as my fingertips continued to dance across the tough leathery skin of his ballsack. I could see his cock growing longer and harder. Just right to take care of me. 

In an instant he grabbed me with one muscular arm and pushed the door open behind us, forcing me back inside. I turned around to get on all fours but he was too quick for me. I felt his cock at my pussy before I could even drop down. His cock head pushed at my opening as his arms wrapped around me. I felt my feet leave the ground from the force of his thrust as he speared my sopping pussy. Unable to move in his powerful grip, he forced me to the floor, his cock still settled deep inside me. I steadied myself on all fours as he pulled back, but as his cock drove roughly back into me my hands gave way. 

I moaned into the floor as I stuck my rump up high for him to thrust into, and god was he thrusting. If Mark was an animal, than Ethan was a Beast. His expert thrusts crashed into me, filling my wanting pussy to every inch imaginable. 

He knew how to work his balls, too. He held my leg out with one hand as his cock pistoned in and out ofinto me. His massive balls swung through on each thrust and slapped against my engorged clit. Each slap sent a jolt of pleasure through me, only heightened by the feeling of my bull ring pushing into my clit. 

'Oh, god, Ethan! Fuck me harder!' I moaned. The door was still wide open from when Ethan pushed me inside, our mating on show for any who passed in the hallway, but I didn't care. Let them see me mating with Ethan. Maybe some of the other bulls would line up to mount me after Ethan pulled out. I was proud of the show we were giving. My big pregnant belly on display with another bull mounting me. If that hucow in heat saw this she'd be in agony at the sight.

Ethan's balls continued to slap into my pierced clit with each powerful thrust. It had never felt so good. Every little nerve inside that swollen cherry was exploding, sending waves of pleasure across me like never before. 

I moaned loudly as I felt an orgasm building. Without me having to even say anything, Ethan reached around my pregnant belly and grabbed the warm flesh of my udders, massaging them in his big hands. Milk squirted from my teats with each squeeze from Ethan. A pool of milk forming beneath me as we mated like wild animals. 

My eyes rolled back into my head as I came hard around his cock. I could barely make a sound as I held onto the feeling of pleasure racking through me. 

'Uuuuuugggghhhh!' I moaned as it all crashed down, washing over me. Ethan's cock erupted, spurting his hot cum deep inside me. He buried his cock to the hilt as his cum spilled over and down my pussy lips. I whimpered as his balls ceased to slap against my clit, my hand finding its way down there in their absence and flicking it back and forth as hard as I could. 

Ethan gave my rump a good slap and pulled his cock out, a gush of cum spilling from my stretched pussy after him. My legs gave out and I lay sprawled out on the floor in the puddle of milk and cum, my udders like giant pillows underneath me. 

I looked back at Ethan, my hair drenched with milk. 

'How was that?' he asked. 'Did that satisfy your needs?'

'Mmm,' I moaned, turning onto my side so I wasn't laying on my pregnant belly. As I stroked my round belly some more of Ethans cum dripped from my pussy onto my inner thigh. 'Wonderful. I could get used to having that regularly.'

'I'm just a call away. You have an amazing rump Jessica. A hucow body suits you well.'

I looked over my beautiful naked body. My big udders full of milk and fresh cum leaking from my pussy. It did look good, didn't it?



Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 03



'Good morning everyone and thank you for coming today,' Dr Woodburn's voice boomed out over the speakers to the room. 'Our presentation will be beginning soon, so please, if you haven't already, find a seat.' 

I stood waiting in the side room, listening to the room full of students bustle about as they found a seat. 

Dr Woodburn had worked with the dairy farm for quite a few years, working to refine the hormone injections that every hucow took. He had begun holding lectures at the local university to teach a new generation of burgeoning scientists in the hopes of expanding research into the field. Explaining the theory to the students wasn't enough, though. He needed a hucow to help demonstrate his points. 

That's where I came in. 

I unbuttoned my tight blouse and pulled it off, freeing my udders from their confinement. That felt better. I had rarely worn clothes in my new life, save for the few times when I had to enter the public. I had voiced my annoyance at the requirement many times. We were hucows; being naked was our natural state. Clothes were even more restricting on us. My clit was too sensitive to rub against panties all day and my udders we so squished inside my blouse. My sensitive teats crying out for release. 

In fact, the concept of clothes had begun to seem even more bizarre to me over the last few months. To see normal people covering themselves with tight constraining clothes for no other reason than modesty seemed so restraining to me now. I could understand when it was cold, but to cover up and sweat through summer; a ridiculous notion. 

There were other things I felt myself growing away from as time went by. I could barely remember what went through my head when I was out at a bar or club looking for some stud to take me home for the night. I couldn't remember how we worked out the subtler details. We never said we wanted to fuck each other, but somehow we found a way back to his place. The finer subtleties of normal people was lost on me now with my simpler life. If a bull approached me with his fat erection poking against my ass, I knew to bend over and let him mount me. How did I go about this in the past? With all those clothes it was impossible to see a carnal reaction. How did I know if he was interested in me? I'm not sure how I ever managed. 

Although I suppose I didn't fuck as much then as I do now, so perhaps that explains itself. 

However, to go back to the clothes conundrum, my complaints had always been met with the same response: It was the rules normal people required of us. We could do as we pleased on the farm, but in the public, no nudity and no mating. I suppose in the end it is their loss. They don't know what they're missing out on. 

'Well, now that everyone has taken their seat: welcome! My name is Harold Woodburn, your guest lecturer for the day, and today we will be exploring the revolutionary science behind hucows.' 

There was still a bit of an introduction to go over before Dr Woodburn would be ready for me. I massaged my sore udders with my hands. I was a due for a milking badly. Dr Woodburn had insisted that I refrain from my morning milking so he would be able to demonstrate it to the students, but they hurt so badly. 

I squeezed my right teat, hoping to find some form of relief. A droplet of glistening white milk appeared at the end of my large teat and dripped to the floor. 

No! I told myself. Dr Woodburn needed me to wait. Who knows what he could need from me. Perhaps he wanted to demonstrate how my udders reacted to the release of being milked. He would be furious if I screwed this up. I had to be a good hucow for him. 

To take my mind off the need to be milked, I let my hand fall down over my pregnant belly to my skirt. With a quick flick of the clasp it fell away to the floor. I grabbed my thong and yanked it off, finally feeling the cool air against my nether regions. 

Ah, that was what I needed. 

My clit throbbed mildly from the constant stimulation it had endured on the trip here. I rather enjoyed looking at my clit. It looked so perfect compared to the one I had in my previous life. It was as big as a cherry and just as red, a side effect from the hucow hormones that no one was yet complain about. I ran my fingers over it, feeling the golden bull ring piercing bump against my fingers. 

It was a shame that it was so hard to see it now, though. My growing belly was always in the way. I was five months pregnant and already producing more milk due to it. My boyfriend, Mark, had bred me when I had finished my development to a full hucow. It was an experience I would never have imagined before signing up at the dairy farm. Carrying a child inside me whilst being milked to feed the world; this was the closest thing to some sort of nurturing goddess I could imagine. If only the ancient Greeks had known such a thing. I'm sure there would have been statues of large breasted pregnant women being milked in the Parthenon. 

Well, every goddess needs her wicked side, and having a farm full of bulls to mount me whenever I felt horny was all I could ever need. Being milked without a cock in me just felt so hollow now. In fact, if I didn't have the need for bodily functions, I could think of nothing better than having one inside me 24/7. That level of domination that the bulls possessed was wonderful. They were so powerful that the moment one had you, you couldn't pull away. As if you would want to, though. There was nothing more wonderful than to let him take you from behind and slip into bliss as he had his way with you. 

I scooped up a droplet of my juices as it ran a trail down my inner thigh. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to let my thoughts drift that way. A bull could see me with my inner thighs covered in my juices, in fact I could think of nothing better than letting him take me in that moment, but a room full of strangers, normal people at that; no, I'd rather not give them the wrong idea. 

I picked up my thong and tried to dry my pussy and legs. God I was wetter than I thought. 

'...now I'd like you to welcome Jessica White, a hucow from the dairy farm who has come to assist me today.' 

Dr Woodburn's words caught me off guard. I dropped the sodden panties and straightened myself up. 

Here goes, I told myself. My insides churning in a mix of nerves at being presented and excitement to finally be milked. 

I opened the door and stepped out into the lecture hall, my udders bouncing with each step. A hundred eyes burned into me as I strode across the room to Dr Woodburn. I gave him a weak smile, trying to ignore the room of students. 

He returned a warm smile. 'Thank you for assisting me, Jessica. Now...' he turned back to address the room. 'You know the effects that Hervabovinathine Ceroba have on the subject. Here you can see that clearly - face the audience please, Jessica.' 

I turned to face the room and tucked my hands behind my back, clenching them tightly together. 

Dr Woodburn stepped slowly around me, poking and lifting parts of my body as he spoke. 

'Here you can see the enlarged breasts, or udders as they are referred to. Hervabovinathine Ceroba encourages rapid growth in the subject until her udders are this big. Their size allows for high amounts of milk production three times daily.' 

The students took notes in rapt fascination. Though I noticed some young men were a little too fascinated. Their pens had dropped from their hands as they stared wide eyed. I couldn't help but smile at what my body was doing to them. The poor guys had better snap out of it soon, for the sake of their grades. 

'And here you can see the elongated nipples, or teats,' Dr Woodburn continued. 'Now, not all of this is due to Hervabovinathine Ceroba. The milking machines tend to stretch the teats a little longer.' 

'Now this particular hucow is pregnant, as you can see. That's not her natural belly,' He gave a small chuckle that a few in the room echoed. 'However, pregnancy on a hucow causes much higher milk production, and after this girl has given birth her milk ducts will remain stretched and continue producing that amount of milk for the rest of her life.' 

He gave my teat a tug and milk spurted onto the floor in front of me. I bit my lip to stop a moan as the students in the front row leant forward to look at the wet patch in the carpet. God I needed to be milked. 

'Now, Jessica, if you would please spread your legs for us, a bit wider, there, thank you. As you can see, the drug causes an enlarged clitoris amongst hucows. The body has a certain way it reacts to higher levels of chemicals that we can't accurately control. But, as it doesn't cause any damage to the hucow, we have found no need to fix it.' 

He knelt down beside me and gave my bull ring a flick with his fingers. The class chuckled, thankfully masking the moan that escaped my lips as the vibration travelled up through me. 

'Jessica has a fascination with jewellery it would appear.' He stood up to look at me in the eyes. 'I suppose you rather enjoy having it with the heightened sensation your swollen clitoris brings you?' 

I blushed as my eyes fell to the floor and I gave a small nod. 

Thankfully, Dr Woodburn turned back to the class rather than pressing any further. 'A lesson you can all learn. Observe what hucows do and why they do such things to get an idea of the effects the drugs have caused. A new body is like an environment and the mind an organism; living organisms adapt to a changing environment.' 

He stepped to the back of the room and wheeled out a milking table. 

'Now, I have kept poor Jessica waiting for far too long.' He led me over to the table and I practically jump on. 'As I said earlier, hucows regularly milk three times a day. Morning, noon and night. I requested that Jessica refrain from milking this morning so you could see how it's done, and she is a few hours overdue.' 

I lowered my udders down into the cups and waited patiently. Dr Woodburn flicked the switch and the machine came to life. The suction cups grabbed onto my udders and the machine pulled rhythmically at my teats, pulling the milk from me in waves of pleasure. 

A slave to the sensations and relief, my mouth fell open and I let out a loud moan, forgetting where I was for a moment. My eyes shot open and I covered my mouth with my hand, blushing even further. 

Dr Woodburn gave another chuckle. 'Please, Jessica, don't be embarrassed. We're all here to learn. Just do what comes naturally to you, it will give these students the most raw and accurate information to work off.' 

I slowly lowered my hand from my mouth, but kept my lip held firmly between my teeth, holding back any further moans. 

'Milking can take quite a while, even more so for Jessica here after such a long time being denied relief, so let's open the room up to some questions.' 

Dr Woodburn fielded question after question, some sailing far over my head as they went deeper into chemistry and biology. Questions detailing the biological makeup of cows and how that has been translated to hucows. Questions on how certain chemicals reacted with others and the body's response to it. Boring questions. That was for them to know. My purpose in life was just to be milked. Milked and bred like a good hucow. I closed my eyes and let the sensation of the machine tugging at my teats wash over me. It was such a comforting feeling. So enjoyable. 

After a while the room fell silent save for the scratching of pens on notebooks. 

'Sir,' a voice asked from the row of students, 'is that normal?' 

'Yes, quite,' Dr Woodburn responded. 'Being milked causes a higher spike in libido amongst hucows.' 

My eyes shot open as I realised what I had been doing. I instantly stopped my hips from grinding against the table; my clit burning with wanting desire. 

I looked around at the room or staring eyes, stunned that I had unconsciously done that in front of all of them. 

'Don't worry, Jessica,' Dr Woodburn said. 'As I said it's normal and quite useful for the students to learn about this.' 

'I...I'm sorry,' I said meekly, holding my hips firmly against the table as my face burnt red. I couldn't openly masturbate in front of so many strangers. I just wanted to be back at the farm. Where there were so many bulls to fill my need.' 

I bit my lip hard to hold back a moan as the tugging on my teats became harder to ignore. 

'You aren't the first hucow that has tried resisting the urge while being milked here, Jessica. You don't have to if you'd rather not, though. Now, back to questions.' 

The room was once more abuzz with questions fired at Dr Woodburn, many now, embarrassingly, focusing on my libido. I kept my eyes glued to the headrest on the table, my face still burning with embarrassment. I mustn't masturbate. 

The juices coating my inner thighs were probably glistening visibly under the fluorescent lighting in here. Those guys too transfixed to take notes before were probably getting an eyeful. The sensation in my teats was demanding to be noticed. I sucked in a deep breath. I mustn't grind against the table. 

But my clit was so swollen. It throbbed in time with each pump of the milking machine. Thrub, thrub thrub, thrub. It needed attention badly. 

I mustn't... I mustn't... 

If I was back at the farm I wouldn't have to deal with this. I could just get Mark or Ethan or any of the other bulls who were nearby to shove their fat cock deep inside my wanting pussy and take away all this pent up desire. To feel their huge balls slapping against my thighs with each powerful thrust... 

My clit delighted in pleasure as I gave in and let my hips slid along the table. I shuddered as I reached the end, my clit burning for more. I slid back, grinding my clit into the soft fabric, feeling every thread. 

I slowly looked around at the room and the tempo of my grinding gradually increased. Everyone stared at me, taking notes and whispering to their neighbours. I closed my eyes as I settled into a rhythm. There was no escaping it, I was going to cum in front of them like a sex starved slut. I couldn't resist it any longer. Little moans fell from my lips with each grind. I was closer than I thought I would be. 

The world around me swept away as I focused more and more on my growing orgasm. I didn't care anymore how many students were watching me intently. I needed this. 

With one last grind I exploded. My moans echoed around the room as my whole body shuddered. I felt my milk let down heavily into the cups as the machine sucked it greedily away. The waves of pleasure began to slow and eventually fade as I caught my breath. 

'Wow,' I heard a guy in the crowd whisper as the room watched silently. 

Still breathing heavily, I pushed my sweaty hair back from my face and looked around at the room. So many faces looked back at me with wide eyes and wide mouths. I couldn't help but giggle. For a few of them, I had unknowingly given them the show of a lifetime. 

'Well,' Dr Woodburn said, breaking the silence. 'There you have it. I hope some of you managed to note how her milk let down as she climaxed.' 

At least half of the room in unison snapped back to reality and picked up their pens to jot the note down. I giggled once more. I almost felt a little proud of how much of an impact I had. 

Dr Woodburn strode over and squeezed the base of my udders. 

'I think she's about done.' He gave the clear container underneath the machine a tap with his boot. 'And that's how much she expresses in one milking. She'll do that two more times today. Quite a lot to come out of such a petite young lady.' 

I blushed once more, yet this time a proud smile crept across my face. It was rather flattering to hear someone compliment my milk production. 

He turned off the machine and help me sit up as the class collected their bags and left for their next class. 

'Thank you once more, Jessica. You were wonderful today.' 

I gave him a smile as I stood up from the table, my legs still feeling weak from my orgasm. 

As I turned to head back to the side room where my clothes were, a familiar blonde haired girl approached the front of the room. 

'Jess?' she asked. My jaw dropped as I looked back at my baby sister. 

'Chloe?!' I exclaimed, running over to her and wrapping my arms around her. My teats were still wet from my milking and left white streaks up the front of her shirt. 'Oh my god! What are you doing here? Are you studying a science degree?' 

'No, no. I just heard you were going to be here and decided I'd come and see. I haven't seen you in forever.' 

'Oh...' I said, letting go of her and suddenly realising what she had seen. 'So you saw...' 

'Yep,' she laughed. 'That... sure was something, Jess. Not exactly what I would have expected to ever see my prudish sister doing.' 

I pouted at her. 'I was never that prudish, was I?' 

'You used to tell mum and dad if I stayed out late with a boy.' 

'That's not prudishness. That was just... well, I guess that was just me trying to get you in trouble.' 

'I suspected as much, but you barely dated anyone in school, though. To go from ms top of the class to ms topless in class is a large jump.' 

I bit my lip hoping not to reveal too much on my face. It was true that I was a late bloomer with the boys, but Chloe had no idea how many guys' cocks I had had inside me these last few months. I was far from prudish now, but I couldn't tell her that. 

Instead I cupped my udders in my hands. 'I'm naked for the students to learn. That's... not quite the same.' 

'Yes, so about that. What the hell Jess?!' She motioned toward my udders. 'When did you get those?! And since when were you pregnant?! I'm going to be an aunt and you didn't even call?!' 

I felt horrible for her to find out like this. It was true that I hadn't told anyone about my new life. It wasn't exactly something you could explain over a phone call. But I should have at least told them I was pregnant. 

'I know, I'm sorry, Chloe. I was going to call... I just... didn't get around to it.' 

'Do mum and dad know?' 

'About what? Me being pregnant or me being a hucow?' 

'Either.' 

'Neither.' 

'Why haven't you told them?' She crossed her arms. 

'I've been... putting it off. I want to tell them that I'm pregnant, but I'm hesitating on telling them the rest. I'm not sure if they'll approve.' 

'Well you have to tell them eventually. You can't hide it forever.' 

'I know, I know. So how have you been?' I asked, hoping to change the subject away from my aversion of responsibility. 

She shrugged. 'Same old, I guess. Work sucks, Jason sucks; I dumped him a few months ago. What about you? How'd you end up here?' 

'Uh, it's a long story, but the short of it is I was out of work and Mark suggested I try out becoming a hucow. I found I loved it and here I am.' 

'And where's Mark now?' 

'He's at the dairy farm with me. I think we've been better off there than before. It's been lovely.' 

A murmuring of voices at the door to the lecture hall signalled the next class. Dr Woodburn had already packed his things and left as we spoke. 

'We should probably leave,' Chloe said. 'It'll be a surprise for them to come in and find you standing here stark naked.' 

'Yeah. I need to get back to the farm, anyway.' 

'Don't be a stranger this time. I don't want to have to find where you're on display for a class to get updates on your life.' 

I grinned back at her. 'I promise I will. We'll hang out this week. I'll text you with a date. 

'Sounds good,' she said as she exited through the back door of the lecture hall. 

~ 

I organised for Chloe to come visit over the next few days. I made sure she came to the dairy farm rather than us going out. After the short stint in restricting clothes for the trip to and from the university, I was done with them for at least a month. 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 03



It was mid-afternoon when Chloe arrived. I met her down in the lobby, pulling her in for another big hug. 

'Umf, hey Jess. Wow, your boobs really are huge.' 

I released her and stepped back. 'I know. Aren't they great?' 

'I suppose so. How do you even manage to heft those around?' 

I shrugged. 'They aren't as bad as they look. I think Dr Woodburn said something about the muscles in our lower backs strengthening from the drugs.' 

We headed down the hallway to the gardens behind the building as we talked. 

'They still look like they'd get in the way,' she said, looking at the hucows we passed. 'Wow, is everyone here just a nudist?!' 

'Pretty much,' I said. 'Clothes are kind of restricting for our... proportions. It's just easier to go nude.' 

'And you enjoy that?' she asked in disbelief. 

'Yeah, actually. I've gotten so used to it now I can't imagine wearing clothes for a whole day.' 

She snickered. 'Again, my prudish sister, now an exhibitionist.' 

We stepped outside into the warm afternoon sun. The grass felt so soft and lush beneath my bare feet as we followed one of the garden paths to a wooden bench. 

'So, tell me more about what it's like here?' Chloe asked as we sat down. The tall oaks swayed in the breeze above us. I could hear a hucow giggling somewhere hidden in the garden. It sounded as if she and a bull had found a pleasant place to enjoy the day. 

'What do you want to know? I get milked three times a day and spend the rest of my time doing whatever.' 

'Sounds like a good life. What does it feel like?' she asked, leaning in with a sudden curiosity. 

'Being milked? Like... well... it's different with my teats compared to your nipples, but I guess like having your nipples sucked by someone, but ten times better. Plus the sensation of something coming out of you, which is harder to explain.' 

'What does it feel like having milk, you know, inside you?' she reached a hand out to my udder. 'May I?' 

'Yeah, go ahead,' I said. She grabbed one of my udders and kneaded it between her fingers, while her other hand pinched at my teat, exploring every inch of it. 'I don't know. They get heavier as the milk comes in, but I don't really notice it unless I really need to be milked. Then they hurt.' 

She chuckled. 'It still sounds weird. You get milked.' 

I smiled back. 'It sounded weird to me the first few times as well.' 

Her gaze fell to my pregnant belly. 'So, what about you being knocked up, then? I noticed a few of the other hucows here are pregnant too.' 

'Yeah...' I said. I wasn't sure how much I wanted to reveal to her. 'Hucows produce more milk if they've had a calf- ur, child at least once. Mark and I thought it was the right push for us to take the leap.' 

I left out the part where I was so in heat that I barely had any thought on the matter. Mark bred me like an animal, and I loved it. But I wasn't ready to admit that to Chloe anytime soon. 

She looked around at the few other hucows in the garden. 

'So this place is kind of a weird sex palace?' 

I bit my lip. 'Not... exactly...' 

As if to spite me the giggling hucow suddenly burst from a bush down near the lawn we had come from. She looked back over her shoulder, grinning at the bull who chased after her. She let out a high pitched giggle as he caught her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down onto the grass. Her giggling turned to moans as he got behind her and speared his cock into her. The other hucows watched as the two mated, and I must admit I felt myself growing wet at the sight, though I didn't want Chloe to see my excitement. I would have to find Mark after she left. 

Chloe turned back around to me with her eyes wide. 'You were saying?' 

'Uh...' was all I could manage. 

Chloe suddenly burst into laughter. 

'Don't worry, I've seen far weirder things at some of the parties I went to back in school.' 

I snapped back into big sister mode. 'Wait, what? You went to parties with stuff like this going on?' 

She shrugged. 'I mean, not on the lawn. But, there was a lot I made sure you didn't know about. I didn't want you tattling to mum and dad.' 

'Wha... so... you're not weirded out by all this?' 

She shrugged again. 'It's weirder that you're here amongst all this than anything else. I was so naughty in high school. It's a good thing I never knew that this is what it was like here, or I would have signed up the moment I graduated.' 

I eyed her closely. 'So, what do you think of it now?' 

'I don't know. It's a lot to take in at once.' 

'Would you want to sign up now that you know about it?' I hadn't given any thought to Chloe signing up at the farm until now. Most of my thoughts had focused on trying to protect her from being weirded out by my new life. But now given the thought, I wouldn't mind having her around. I loved spending time with my sister. 

'I'm not the same person that I was in school. I'd like to think that I have matured.' 

'But would you want to sign up?' 

She looked around at the two mating on the lawn once more. I was trying to ignore them as it was making me a little too horny for a casual conversation with my sister. 

She finally turned back to me. 'Do you want me to sign up?' 

I chuckled. 'Chloe, I know you. You always ask me what I think you should do when you want something but are too embarrassed to ask.' 

She blushed. 'I mean... I guess.' 

'It's nice here. I think you'll enjoy it.' 

A smile slowly spread across her face as her eyes flitted from mine to my udders to my belly. 

'Okay.' 

I grinned back at her and pulled her in for a hug. 

~ 

I lay on my milking table, feeling the rhythmic pull on my teats. My fingers played with the bull ring in my swollen clit as I enjoyed my morning milking. 

A lot had happened during the last few days. Chloe had gone home to prepare for her arrival at the farm, returning a few days later. She got her injections and was given a room on the same floor as me. The last few days had been great. Any free time I had was spent in her room talking endlessly. I hadn't realised how much I had missed spending time with her until now. I was still unsure about letting her see a bull mounting me, but as each day passed, she seemed more open to comment on everything she saw with the other hucows. 

I shuddered as an orgasm washed over me, spreading to every nerve in my body. My milk let down and splashed into the suction cups, filling them up. I rested my head on the table, enjoying the gentle thrums of the milking machine as my body settled. My fingers still lazily playing with my clit. 

A knock came from the door and Chloe stepped in. 

'Morning,' I said. 

'Good morning. You look like you're enjoying yourself.' 

I removed my still wet hand from my crotch. 'Very much. Give it a week or so and you'll get to enjoy this too.' I looked at her bust. They looked like they had already gained a cup size or two, but it was difficult to tell. Chloe was still wearing her clothes. 

'You really should just ditch your clothes. Trust me, it's much better without them.' 

She flopped down onto my bed. 'I'll do it when I need to. I haven't yet embraced being a nudist as quickly as you did.' 

I felt the last of my milk drain from my udders and shut the machine off. 'I didn't take to it at first, either. But having experienced it too, I can tell you you're better off ditching the clothes.' 

Chloe watched with fascination as I pulled my udders from the cups and sat up. 'Then you know that it just feels... weird. I don't know anyone here except you and Mark, and I'm still not really comfortable being nude in front of either of you.' 

I sat down on the bed next to her. 'Honestly, no one cares what they see. It's odder to see you clothed amongst us. I mean you see me naked every day. Is it weird?' 

'I'm still getting used to that, actually,' she said. 

'Here's the thing, though. It isn't about people seeing you. I know from experience that you must be uncomfortable with those clothes on.' I reached a hand out and grabbed her breast. She flinched and recoiled away. 

'Don't, they're sensitive!' 

'Exactly,' I said, grabbing the bottom of her shirt. 'So get rid of the shirt. The cool air will make them feel better.' 

She held her shirt down, biting her lip as she stared back at me. Finally she pulled her hands away. 

'Fine,' she said in defeat. 

I pulled her shirt over her head triumphantly, releasing her breasts from the fabric. She wasn't wearing a bra. I was right about how much they were irritating her. 

'There, feel better?' 

'I guess,' she said, looking down at her breasts. 

'They're still really sensitive?' I asked. 

She nodded. 

'I know how to fix that.' Without saying anything more I leant in and took her breast in my mouth. She gasped as my lips locked around her nipple and I caressed it with my tongue. They were so small. After dealing with my teats for so long I had forgotten how tiny nipples were. 

'Feel good?' I asked. 

'Uh... yeah, but... what are you doing?' 

I ignored her question and took her other breast in my mouth. Little moans escaped her with each movement of my tongue. I pushed her backwards until she was laying on the bed, my teats dragged up her legs as I followed her, keeping her breast in my mouth. 

'Mmm,' she moaned as I continued to suck on each breast. I felt her hand touch my udder as she kneaded her fingers into the flesh. I scooted around so I was beside her, giving her a better angle to play with me. She took one of my teats and put it in her mouth, sucking hard on it like it was a giant straw. I wished I hadn't just milked. I wanted my sister to taste my milk. Growing up we had never wondered who the milk we drank came from, but now I was the one providing milk for the world. She had probably already bought my milk at some point. I wanted her to drink it straight from me now. To taste me. 

My hand drifted down her waist and I ran a finger over the crotch of her jeans. She moaned around my teat at the touch. 

'Sensitive down there, too?' I teased. 

She let out another muffled moan that I took as a yes. I unbuttoned her jeans and hooked my thumbs under her panties. With difficulty, I pushed them down to her knees and she kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving her completely naked before me. My eyes fell on her cute little clit. It was so tiny compared to mine. The head of it had begun to darken to a crimson red and it had become rounder, but it was a while off being the size of a cherry like mine. And, god, how she would love the feel of it when it got to my size. 

I lowered my head down and let my tongue trace softly over her clit. She jumped at the touch beneath me, but kept suckling on my teat. I lowered my head once more and explored her with my mouth. I tasted her juices and ran my tongue between her lips. I played with her clit and sucked on every part I could. I wanted to explore every inch of her pussy. 

As I continued to play with her I felt her lips close around my engorged clit. I gasped as I looked back to see her head nuzzled in beneath my pregnant belly. She wrapped her tongue around my bull ring and sucked on my clit. God the pressure was intense. I couldn't wait for her to experience what an engorged clit like this felt like. I returned to her pussy and licked and sucked furiously on it. 

I could hear her moans coming more frequently and urgently below me as I inserted two fingers inside her. Though before I could bring her to orgasm my legs locked and my own crashed over me like a million tiny fireworks exploding within me. I pulled my mouth away as I gasped for breath around each moan. The pleasure washed through my udders, but only a few drops of milk appeared at the end of my teats. Chloe was quick to notice and licked them clean. 

As I came back down I blinked away the stars and went back to her, continuing to explore her depths with shaky fingers as aftershocks hit me. Though, not long after her body spasmed around my fingers and mouth as she finally came. 

We both fell back against each other as we caught our breath. 

'Wow,' Chloe said, finally breaking the silence. 

'Yeah, that was amazing,' I said. 

'Is it always like that here?' 

'I don't know. I'm usually too busy being fucked by the bulls to do that with the hucows.' 

Before I realised what I had said, the words were already out there. 

However, Chloe just laughed. 'Yeah, I could go for a bull right now too.' 

'When you're finished developing,' I said, sitting up. 'Are you hungry? I could go for some breakfast.' 

'Yeah,' she said, standing up from the bed and grabbing her jeans. 

I stood up and placed a hand over hers. 'Leave them. You'll have to go bare eventually, why not start now?' 

She hesitated, looking at the jeans in her hand. Finally she dropped them. 'Okay, I think I'm ready for this.' 

I grabbed her by the hand and led her to the door. 'I know you are.' 

~ 

'How does that feel?' I asked Chloe as I guided her udders into the milking cups. 

'Yeah, fine,' she said, wiggling her chest to test the give she had. 'So I just lay here and let the machine work?' 

'That's the idea.' I stepped over the switch on the wall. 'Ready?' 

'As ready as I'll ever be.' 

I flicked the switch and the machine came to life. Chloe's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide and the machine latched onto her teats. 

'Fell good?' I asked, grinning at her. 

'Yeah... wow, this feels amazing.' 

I smiled and knelt down to look at her udders in the cups. Her udders were still fairly small in comparison to a hucow's, only about an H cup. Impressive for a normal person, but for a milking hucow, she still had a lot of growing to do. Her teats were only about the size of my thumb so far, but I could see them being stretched and pulled as the machine tugged at them. 

I watched and waited until finally a spurt of white liquid hit the side of the clear cups. 

'There!' I announced excitedly. 'Milk!' 

I looked up at Chloe. She was grinning too. 'I know, I can feel it coming out!' 

I wrapped my arms around her neck and hugged her. 'Aw, my baby sister's finally a hucow!' 

I looked at her as the realisation hit her. She had the same expression I had when it first became real to me. She was now a hucow. Her udders would continue to grow and she would produce gallons of milk each day. 

'Yeah, yeah I am.' She said, smiling back at me. 

~ 

The next few weeks flew by as Chloe grew into her new body. Her udders and teats grew and her milk supply increased. I had never felt so proud of anyone. But as she came closer to being fully developed the question of breeding her became more prominent. Mark and I had discussed it between mating, picking and choosing who we would want to breed her. 

We eventually reached the conclusion that I should speak with Chloe before anything else. She may want to hold off being bred anyway. I couldn't imagine her abstaining through her first heat, but that would just mean the bull to breed her would be whoever was closest when her resolve fell. 

I had decided to bring Hayley with me when I spoke with Chloe. Truth be told, while the list of things Chloe and I wouldn't discuss had shrunk further and further over the past few weeks, I still felt awkward about asking how she wanted to be bred. 

I walked down the hallway to Hayley's room and knocked. 

'Mmm, come in.' her breathless response came. 

I opened the door and stepped in to find her on all fours with Ethan driving his cock deep inside her. 

'Hey Jess,' Hayley gasped. 'I won't be long.' 

I stepped around them and sat on Hayley's bed as they mated. Her rump jiggled from every one of Ethan's powerful thrusts until finally he drove his cock home and held her hips tightly in place. 

Ethan let out a sigh and turned to me. 'Hey Jess. How's it going?' 

'Good. Breeding Hayley again, are you Ethan? I didn't know things were getting so serious between the two of you.' 

Hayley giggled as she pushed her long red hair back from her face. 'I just really enjoyed being bred by him last time. I thought we might as well have another go. I'll get bred by another bull when I find one that I like better than Ethan.' 

Ethan pulled his sticky cock out of Hayley and stood up. 

'So what do we owe the pleasure, Jess?' 

'I'm stealing Hayley for the day. We're going to talk to my sister about her breeding.' 

'Sounds like fun,' Ethan said. 'Give me a recommendation, would you?' 

I grinned at him. 'Oh, you're on the short list, don't worry. You're on my short list, too, to be honest.' 

'Always a bridesmaid, never the bride,' he sighed, before stooping to plant a kiss on Hayley's cheek. 'Except for you, of course.' 

Hayley giggled at him and stood up. 'Shall we go then,' she asked me. 

A drop of Ethan's cum leaked out of her and ran down her leg. He noticed and wrapped his arms around her. 

'You're leaking, you should stay and rest for a bit. Give my seed a chance to impregnate you before walking about.' 

She stood on her toes and kissed him. 'You can breed me again tonight. I promise I won't let any strange bulls mount me until then.' 

'All right, if that's what you want,' Ethan said, letting go of her. 

Hayley turned to me. 'Come on, let's go.' 

I gave Ethan a kiss on the cheek and a wink before following her into the hallway. The cum was still running down her leg as we walked. It wasn't that uncommon a sight to see around here, in fact it was almost a badge of pride. The white streak of being recently mounted. 

We reached Chloe's room and knocked. The door flew open and Chloe stood there smiling. 

'Hey! Come in,' she greeted us, stepping back from the door for us to pass. 

She had changed so much lately. She was looking great. Her udders were just about fully grown, hanging down past her navel and so perfectly round. Her teats were as thick and long as mine, perfect for the milking machine. Her thighs and hips had widened, giving her a more luscious hour glass figure like Hayley's and mine. And lastly, her cherry sized clit poked out atop her lips, so big and sensitive now. I had delighted her many a times with the lightest of touches upon it. It never took me long to get her off playing with it now. Such a difference from the first time when her clit was so small. It was probably her favourite part about her body's changes. She looked so different from the baby sister I had known for so long. A true hucow like me. 

'What's up,' she said, sitting down on her bed. She kept her legs spread like usual, her clit on display; an open invitation to whoever would want to play with it. 

'Well...' I said, finding the words to begin. 

Hayley stepped in to save me. 

'You're almost fully developed, Chloe. That means that you're about to go into heat and will have to pick a mate to breed you.' 

'Oh,' Chloe said, her brow furrowing at the thought. 

'You don't have to pick now or anything,' I said. 'It's just something to think about so it doesn't hit you all at once.' 

Chloe looked at my pregnant belly. 

'So you chose to be bred by Mark when you were in my position?' she asked. 

'Actually, I was stubborn at first and tried to fight it, but eventually my heat convinced me to be bred. Not that I'd look back now, just that your body has a way of convincing you of what you need.' 

'What's being in heat like?' 

'Depends on whether you're being bred or not,' Hayley said. 'If you're not getting any, it's the worst kind of sexual frustration. However, if you choose to be bred, it's bliss.' 

'Yes, I can attest to that,' I said. 'When I tried to fight my heat I was horny 24/7 and masturbating just didn't scratch that itch. But when Mark bred me, it was the best sex I've ever had.' 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 03



'So what do you think I should do?' she asked me. 

'It's your decision at the end. If you want to wait, you can make a decision when you're in heat. It'll be clearer what you want, then.' 

She shook her head. 'No, I know what I want. I want to be bred. I want to be a mature hucow like you.' 

Hayley clapped her hands together. 'Awesome! Trust me, you'll love it.' 

Chloe laughed as her eyes fell back to me. 'If only mum and dad could see us now. Their two little girls now hucows, one already bred and planning the breeding of the other.' 

'Now you see why I put off telling them about me for so long. 

She gave me a smile. 'So, what now? What should I do about finding a bull to breed me?' 

'Don't you worry about that,' I said. 'I have a bull planned for your first time. He'll breed you well.' 

~ 

It was finally here. Chloe's breeding day. I was so excited for it, probably more so than she was. I had kept an eye on her over the last few days, watching for the signs. Finally, she went into heat marking that she was ready to be bred. 

I knocked on her door early the next morning. I heard her practically sprint to the door and it flew open before me. The poor thing, she looked like she needed this badly. I could still remember how I felt during my first heat. Her pussy lips were swollen and bright red, as if she had been up all night masturbating. 

'Please tell me you found a bull for me,' she pleaded. 

'I have,' I said smilingly, leading her back inside to her bed. 'I know he's very good at breeding first time hucows. Mainly because he bred me.' 

Mark stepped in behind me as Chloe's eyes widened. 

'You want Mark to breed me?' she asked. 

I nodded. 'He's always thought you were cute, and this way our calves can be half siblings.' 

She eyed Mark up and down until a nervous smile slowly spread across her face. His massive balls hanging between his legs, his erect bull cock waiting to spear into her hot pussy. 

'Well, I can't say I never thought about him in that way either,' she said, crawling onto the bed and presenting her swollen pussy to him. 'Come on big guy, I need you.' 

Mark joined her on the bed. He lined himself up behind her before thrusting deep into her. Inch after inch of his large cock sinking between her swollen lips. She moaned as he bottomed out inside her, turning her head to look back at me. 

'What abou- ohhh. What about you? Oh god!' 

'I brought someone for myself, too,' I said, walking to the door and pulling Ethan in from outside. He was already hard and ready for me. 

I got down onto all fours on the floor and waited as Ethan knelt behind me. 

'I can't- mmm. I can't wait- oh- to have a pregnant belly like yours,' Chloe gasped between Mark's thrusts. 

Ethan ran his hand down over my belly before finding my clit. I gasped as he began to rub it. 

'It does look good on a hucow,' he said, pushing the head of his cock into me. I hadn't realised how wet I was. He slid straight in, every last thick inch. Stretching me to take all of him. He pulled back and thrust in hard, his balls swinging through and slapping against my clit, sending a wave of pleasure throughout me. I hadn't let Ethan mate with me as much as I would like these past few weeks. It was never enough. 

As he continued to crash into me with each thrust I watched Chloe. Her mouth was agape and her eyes closed. Mark doing wonderful things to her with each thrust. Her heat was sending her higher than she could imagine. Her udders bounced beneath her with each thrust. Little sprays of milk leaking out with each swing. She must have been so horny she forgot to milk herself this morning. 

As I watched her she opened her eyes and gazed back at me. A dreamy expression on her face. Her eyes trailed up and down my body. I followed her gaze and looked at myself. My udders bounced beneath me with each thrust like hers, my pregnant belly the only buffer on the down swing. I couldn't see it behind my belly, but I imagined she could see my bull ring piercing jingle with each slap from Ethan's powerful balls. 

I laid my head down against the carpet, as Ethan's constant thrusting sent wave after wave of pleasure through me. He was in control of me for now, just like Chloe was under Mark's control. Once a bull mounted you, there was no stopping him. My rump was Ethan's. 

Chloe moaned and squealed as Mark thrust into her again and again. Her pussy was so stretched around his big bull cock. Her first bull cock. 

Mark's pace quickened until finally he grabbed her roughly by the hips and pulled her toward him, spearing her on his cock. She let out a great moan as she shot spurt after spurt into her fertile womb. His cum overflowed her pussy, leaking down her leg onto her bed in rivulets. 

Watching Mark breed my sister sent me over the edge as my own orgasm washed over me. I moaned into the carpet as every nerve in me shot to attention and cascaded into delight. Ethan reached his end, filling me with his cum. Spurt after spurt splashed against my insides as I began to overflow Like Chloe. 

Ethan pulled out of me as I caught my breath, a river of cum following him. It leaked out of me as I sat up and turned around, taking his cock in my mouth and licking him clean of our mixed juices. I struggled to fit all of his large bull cock inside my mouth as I sucked him deeply, licking up every last drop of cum and swallowing it whole. I pulled his cock from my mouth and let my tongue dance around its head, watching the expressions I elicited from him. One last small bead of cum leaked from his cock and I licked it up greedily. 

'Good?' I asked him 

'Amazing,' he whispered back. 

I let go of his deflating cock and stroked my hand across my pregnant belly as I watched Mark and Chloe. They still sat in the same spot, connected at the hips. 

'You keep her plugged up tightly, all right,' I told Mark. 'I don't want any leaking out of her.' 

Mark rubbed his hand over her rump. 'Don't worry, I'll make sure she's bred well.' 

Chloe just gazed at me with the same dreamy expression from before. She was in heaven. 

~ 

Three months had passed since Chloe's breeding. I was getting close to my delivery date, my belly now even larger than before. 

'You're vitals look good,' the doctor told me. 'Keep coming back daily over these next few weeks so I can keep an eye on you.' 

'Will do,' I said, 'cya Dr Hadley.' 

I stepped out of the same doctor's office where I had received my injections almost a year ago and headed for the lift. It was noon and close to my next milking time. I was beginning to feel the pressure in my udders as they grew firmer and my teats more sensitive. Lunch could wait until after I had been milked. 

The lift arrived at my floor and the doors opened. I stepped inside only to be greeted by a startling sight. 

'Oh... hi, Chloe,' I said, seeing my sister bent over against the lift wall with a bull thrusting into her. Her small three month pregnant bump adding a nice curve to her figure. 

She looked over her shoulder at me, a smile spreading across her face at my arrival. 

'Jess! Hi!' 

'Hey Jess,' the bull huffed between thrusts. 'You're looking great.' 

I knew the bull, he had mounted me a few times during the past few months. Every time had been wonderful; he was very good at what he did. There was no doubt that Chloe was very much enjoying his talent right now, but still... 

'Really? In the lift?' 

She moaned deeply as the bull changed his tempo. 'I didn't plan on it, it just kind of- oh - happened.' 

'Uh huh,' I said leaning against the opposite wall to watch my sister mating. 'How did it just happen then?' 

'Uh...' she said, her breathes coming out in short bursts under his thrusts. 'We both got into the lift... and he kinda got a boner checking me out...' 

'And you didn't think to take it to your room? How long have you been riding the lift?' 

'A few floors, and I don't know-ohhh. Heat of the moment thing, you know.' 

It always seemed to be a heat of the moment thing with her. She was really enjoying the freedom to mate wherever, whenever and with whoever she pleased. I'll admit I wasn't much better, it's hard to resist a bull's cock that's waiting just for you, but there are limits. 

Her moans got quicker as the bull made a few more quick thrusts and emptied his massive balls deep inside her. I rubbed my thighs together trying to hide my excitement at the sight. 

The two finally calmed down and he withdrew his cock from her with a wet splat. The doors opened and the bull said a quick goodbye and got off. As the doors closed once more Chloe stood upright, his cum leaking out of her and running down her thighs. 

'Had fun?' I teased. 

She poked her tongue out at me, her cheeks still flushed from the mating. 'Yes, thank you, my sister the prude.' 

I snorted. 'Oh please, look at me.' I ran my hand over my large belly. 'So prudish I've been bred like an animal in heat and in the last twenty-four hours I've had both Mark and Ethan mount me. I just don't do it in lifts.' 

'When I first came here we watched a hucow and a bull mate on the lawn in the gardens. I thought this was a place of free mating.' 

'Oh, I can't tell you what to do, just... don't mate in the lifts. People use them.' I eyed the small puddle of cum that had collected by her ankle. Her legs still slick with it. 

'Fine then,' she pouted. 'Did you give mum and dad a call yet?' 

I bit my lip as the doors to our floor opened and we stepped out. 

'Not yet...' 

'Well hurry up and do so. It'll be worse to tell them everything after you've had your calf and are bred with the second one.' 

'I know, I know. It's just, telling them now isn't much better either.' 

We reached her door and she stopped by it. 

'I'm sure you'll know what to say when you pick up the phone. They'll probably just be happy to hear from you.' 

'Well I'm only half the problem. What do I tell them about you?' 

A devilish grin spread across her face as she scooped up some cum as it slowly slid down her inner thigh. 'Tell them that their sweet innocent girl is a bred hucow slut, and I'm loving every minute of it.'



Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 04



Jessica 

The early morning sun seeped through the curtains, warming the room in a brilliant glow. The sound of birds could be heard from the Dairy Farm's back garden outside as the world woke to a new day. I rested back against the propped up pillows on the hospital bed, my arms cradled across my udders. 

'He has your eyes,' Mark said beside me. 

'He does,' I mused, looking at our baby calf. His bright blue eyes searching the room around him. Taking everything in. He had barely made a peep since I gave birth. 

The door to our room opened and a blonde hucow stepped inside. She beamed at me and my calf and approached my bed, her curvy rump bouncing with each step she took with her long legs. 

'How are you feeling?' she asked me. 

'Fine,' I replied. 'Just a little sleepy.' 

'That's perfectly normal. You'll have some time to rest soon. First we need to show you how to breastfeed this little guy.' 

'Oh,' I said, trying to sit up, only to feel her hand on my shoulder. 

'It's quite simple, you won't need to move. Just guide him down to your teat, yes, like that.' 

I clumsily followed along with her instructions. It felt somehow counterintuitive to hold my calf so far away from my chest. Perhaps that was just my human instincts conflicting with the reality of my body. I just wanted to hold him close and safe, but with the size of my udders, it would be nearly impossible to feed him in that position. 

'That's it,' she said, 'now he won't be able to get your whole teat in his mouth, so just let him latch onto the end of it.' 

I cradled him with one arm and grabbed my fat teat with the other hand, guiding it toward his mouth. Before too long he latched on and began suckling. A smile spread across my face as I looked up at the nurse. 

'Very good, Jessica. I'll leave you to it and be back after he's finished so you can get some rest.' 

'Okay, thank you.' I said, still beaming. 

With a flick of her blonde hair she turned and strode out of the room, giving us a good view of her curvy rump as she left. 

I turned to Mark only to see his cock slowly lengthening as he watched her leave. 

With a sly grin I grabbed his growing member with my free hand. It gave off a delicious heat beneath my fingers. 

'Whatever you're thinking; not now.' 

He wiggled free from my grasp, the same warmth of his cock rising in his cheeks. 

'I wasn't planning on missing any time with this little guy right now. Just... you know, instinct.' 

Her flat belly hinted that she wasn't bred. She was probably incredibly fertile too. Mark must have been fighting a huge urge to stay with us. 

'To think. All this started the same way for us. Nine months ago I was just as fertile as her,' I nodded to the door. 'And you bred me so well. And now we have this beautiful little boy.' 

Mark ran his hand over our calf's head as he sucked greedily from my teat. 

'The first of many more you'll give birth to.' 

* 

The week after I gave birth to my calf had not been uneventful. Firstly, after much debate we finally settled on the name Oliver for our calf. It suited him. 

Secondly, one day while taking Oliver to the nursery, I caught Mark mounting the nurse. Lucky girl, really. He had given me such a beautiful calf and in nine months she would give birth to her own beautiful calf. 

And finally, my sister, Chloe, had, for once in her life, taken the initiative in something. Although whether I am happy or annoyed by that depends on my mood. I had never gotten around to calling our parents. Ten months and a calf later and they had no idea the both of us were milking hucows. They could have been buying our milk and never known they were drinking milk from their daughters. But, even after many prods from Chloe, I still hadn't picked up the phone. 

So she did for me. And today was the day they were coming. 

I sat on the end of the bed, waiting. My insides were doing flips at the thought of what was to come. Would they disown me on sight? What had they heard about a hucows life? Oh god, did they know how... 'open to sex' hucows were. What if they saw some other hucows mating on their way up to my room? We really should have met somewhere other than the Dairy Farm, but Chloe had suggested it. I could have prevented that if I had been the one to call them, but that was neither here nor there now.  

I played with the hem of my summer dress as the minutes ticked by. It had once been a modest dress, but now with my large udders filling out the front, it came quite high up my thighs. I had insisted that Mark and I dress to meet them. Though I was uncomfortable, even in this loose fitting dress, it was far better to greet them like this. It would be too much of a shock to dump every aspect of my new life on them at once. Though I had wrestled with even this decision. I had spent almost a year as a hucow, and was very much looking forward to spending the rest of my life being milked and bred, as naked as was natural for a hucow, mating with as many bulls as I desired. This was who I am, why was I putting on a face to hide that? I mean, simply showing Oliver to them was a tacit admission that Mark had bred me. 

Mark wore a kilt, his bull balls far too large for any pants. He leant over the basinet, watching Oliver. I fidgeted with my dress. No matter what I did with it, I could still feel it rubbing against my sensitive teats. They formed little tents around the waist of the dress, erect from the stimulation. I shifted my legs apart, my clit already responding to the restrained need of my teats. I hadn't worn any panties. Besides hating the confined feeling they gave my rump, they would have added even more stimulation to my growingly tortured clit. I bit my lip, hoping I could take my mind off it. The last thing I needed was to get wet before they showed up. 

Finally a knock came from the door and Mark strode over and opened it. My heart froze in time as I saw the faces of them, waiting for their judgement. To my relief a big smile spread across their faces as they came over to me. My mum held out her arms and pulled me up into a hug. 

'Oh!' she chuckled as my udders squeezed between us. 'My, they are big, aren't they?' 

I let out a shy laugh as my dad pulled me into a hug, thankfully from the side this time. 

'It's been too long,' he said as I hugged him back. 'Don't leave us in the dark again. We care about you, sweaty, and we don't want to miss a moment of our grandson's life.' 

Oh, there would be far more grandchildren than just Oliver. I was going to be bred many more times. But that was for another time. They would come to understand eventually. 

'I know... I'm sorry.' I said. Strangely, their words felt no more chastising then if I had only forgotten to call for a month and hadn't become a hucow. It was comforting to hear. 

We broke apart and they both moved over to the basinet. Oliver was still fast asleep. 

'Aw, look at the little darling!' mum cooed. 

'He should be awake soon,' I said. 'He went down a while ago.' 

'Then let's chat until then. I'm sure there's a lot to catch up on.' 

I smiled back at her, yet my insides clenched up at the implication that there was a 'lot to catch up on'. Just how much did she want to know? 

Mum and dad moved over to the couch and sat down. I bit my lip as I watched them. Mark had mounted me many times on that couch. Oh god, don't think about that now! Don't think about that now! 

I joined Mark sitting on the bed opposite them, holding my breath as the fabric of the dress moved over my teats. 

'I suppose we should start with the obvious question,' dad said, motioning his hands toward me. 'When did this happen?' 

I glanced at Mark, hoping that he would help me with this. 

'Uh... About ten months ago, I guess.' I said. 'We were in some financial trouble and I decided this might be an interesting... uh... career choice.' 

'You could have come to us if you needed help, you know,' dad said. 

'I know,' I said, finding my voice for the first time. 'I kind of wanted to try it and I've found I really enjoy doing it.' 

Dad let out a sigh. 'I won't pretend that I'm not a bit annoyed that you didn't tell us about it before you signed up here, it was certainly a shock to hear that both my daughters were now hucows, but as long as you're happy that's all that matters, I suppose.' 

The knot in my stomach finally relaxed. 

'You have no idea how worried I was about today.' 

Dad looked taken aback. 'What for?' 

'I was... I don't know, I was worried that you would see me and not approve.' 

'Oh, sweaty,' mum said. 'You're our daughter. We'll always support you.' 

I raced over to them and gave them both a big hug. I didn't care if my udders were pressing into them. 

A small cry from the basinet broke us apart. 

'Looks like someone's finally up,' mum said. 'He'll probably need a feed before anything.' 

'Yeah,' I said. I had milked early this morning and could already feel my udders filling up again. Plenty for my little calf. 

I strode over to the basinet and bent down to Pick Oliver up. As I scooped him into my arms I felt the hem of the dress pull tightly up my rump and onto my lower back. The front weighed heavily down with my udders. Horror dawned on me as I realised they would have a full view of both my pussy and my engorged hucow clit, complete with bull ring piercing. 

I straightened up with a shock and pulled the back of my dress down over my rump once more. My face was flushed red. 

'So where is Chloe,' Mum chimed up in an attempt to break the tension. 'I thought we told her ten o'clock.' 

'Um, y-yeah. I'm sure she'll be here soon. Y-You know how she is with time.' 

I shuffled sheepishly back to the bed and sat down with Oliver in my arms. 

'He's beautiful,' mum said, watching Oliver squirm in my arms. It didn't appear as another attempt to break the tension, but it worked far better than her previous comment. 

However, I was faced with another predicament. I hadn't fed Oliver with clothing before. My udders were too big to pull up through the top of the dress. I would have to lift it up to give him access to my teat. 

I crossed my legs in an attempt to prevent flashing them for a second time and lifted the front of my dress. The pressure my thighs put on my clit was mind numbing, but I forced myself to not give in to it. By the end of today my juices would surely have soaked through the back of this dress, but as long as I didn't turn my back on mum and dad again, it would be fine. 

I pulled my teat from beneath my dress and let Oliver latch on to it. I looked up to see mum and dad staring intently at it. 

'My...' mum gasped, 'they're...big.' 

'Uh, yeah,' I said sheepishly. 'Everything about them is kind of bigger.' 

'Remarkable,' she said still staring at my teats. Finally, upon breaking her gaze she continued. 'So, I didn't know you two were thinking of starting a family.' 

Mark spoke up before I could answer. 

'We weren't a year ago, but, you know, a change of work for Jess led to us thinking of making a fresh start in other things.' 

'That sounds nice. So how have you been since the delivery, Jessica?' 

'Uh, all right, I suppose. I haven't really had any troubles, luckily.' 

I didn't want to get too far into the details with them. The delivery had been easy, really. The nurse had reassured me that the extra muscles we hucows have in our vaginas that allow us to accommodate a large bull cock made delivery a breeze. The recovery time was quick too. Just last night I was finally able to take Mark inside me once more. God, was it good after a week without. 

Before mum had a chance to respond the door opened and Chloe stood there, still completely naked. I scowled. She hadn't listened to me. 

'Mum! Dad!' she cried, running forward and pulling them into a hug despite their shocked expressions. 

'Chloe!' mum cried. 'My god! Couldn't you have put something on?!' 

Chloe snorted as she let go of them. 'It's not like I wear anything around here anyway.' 

'Oh, Chloe,' dad said, 'we don't want to know that.' 

'Sorry,' she said, sitting down next to Mark on the bed, her udders bouncing against her small baby bump as she did. 'So what are we talking about?' 

* 

My parent's visit went well, all in all. The only hitch was when the question came around to the father of Chloe's calf. We had decided not to tell them that Mark had been the one who bred her, and thankfully Chloe upheld that agreement. I'm sure it was difficult enough for them to comprehend both of their daughters being pregnant so suddenly, let alone knowing that the same bull bred both of us. 

But things calmed back down to normal over the following weeks. Mark and I began mating regularly again after our week denied. Although, I guess Mark didn't suffer from it as much as I did, seeing as he got to breed the nurse. Successfully, I should add. I was so happy for her when I heard. 

The topic of my breeding had resurfaced. We would have to wait until I ovulated again, but that was close now. Very close. And I couldn't wait. 

I longed once more for the feeling of being pumped full of hot bull cum, carrying a calf for the powerful bull that took me in that moment. Dominating me completely. My body was so perfectly made to be bred. My womb's desire to be filled was only natural, as was the bull's instinct to fill it. 

Oliver was everything I could ever have wanted from being bred. I wanted to give birth to many more beautiful little calves. I never wanted to stop breeding. 

I sighed deeply into the milking table, feeling my throbbing clit against the padding. The gentle thrum of the milking machine tugged at my teats. Each pull eliciting a wonderful spark of pleasure through my udders and down to my clit. 

I was so horny today. No matter how much I masturbated, it hadn't gone away all day. It was as if... oh. 

I was beginning to go into heat again. I knew that feeling. My ovulation must have begun. 

I bit my lip with dreamy delirium. Once Mark got back tonight I would have him breed me. I was giddy just thinking about it. 

My mind wandered as my udders were drained by the rhythmic sucking of the machine. Where was Mark right now? I think he said he was delivering our milk shipment to the factory today. He would be out for the next few hours. Damn. Maybe I could head down and meet him when he got back. It would still be a long wait, regardless. I would enjoy it far more to wait and spend the whole night mating. 

I was sure that my mind would change over the next few hours, though. I could remember how torturous my first heat was. 

I rubbed my hips into the padded table again. My clit felt so swollen and demanding. It would only continue to swell over the next few hours as my heat enveloped me. Swelling and becoming so intensely sensitive. Over the next week or so my world would come to surround the need of my clit and the longing of my womb to be filled. 

I grinded my clit into the padding. My bull ring pulling against the surface. At least I had that this time around. Last heat I could never satiate my clit with just my fingers. The bull ring still wasn't quite enough, but it was certainly a far step better. 

I grinded harder against the milking table. The passion in me rising higher and higher with each stroke. But it wasn't quite enough. My hand shot down between my legs and I raised my rump up high. The bull ring jingled as my fingers flicked back and forth across my bulbous clit with a fervent speed. 

A moan escaped my lips, far louder than I had expected. My mind was foggy with lust, my whole body burning with desire, my skin tingling with warmth. There was no denying that I was falling into heat. I was primed to be bred. 

A knock came from the door, snapping me back to the room. I blinked the fog from my mind, holding my swollen clit tightly between my fingers. The pressure a wonderful sensation. 

'C-Come in,' I called, my voice breathless. It was quite common to find a hucow breathless with masturbation while on her milking machine, but I suddenly felt very vulnerable at being found in heat. 

The door opened and Ethan stepped inside. He gave me a smile which I returned through my flushed face. I had hoped it would be a hucow at the door to assuage my feeling of vulnerability, but seeing a bull enter caused me to realise how silly it was. I needed a cock and Ethan's was one of my favourites. I watched it hang between his legs as he approached me. So long and thick. His large leathery balls hanging even further below his cock. So full of potent cum. 

I blinked again and returned my gaze to his face. 

'What's up?' I asked. 

'Just thought I'd come say hey,' he said, sitting down on the bed. His cock sat perched on top of his bull balls between his legs, even higher than his muscular thighs. 'Hayley's down in the nursery and Mark's out working.' 

'What about Chloe?' I asked. 

'Couldn't find her. Her room's empty.' 

'She's probably somewhere in the garden, mating.' I mused. It seemed like a favourite spot for her. 

'Sounds like fun,' Ethan said. He must have been imagining it as his cock began to slowly lengthen, like a snake slithering its way over two boulders. I bit my lip, trying to keep my eyes off it. My sopping pussy was still so wet. I could imagine that cock sliding straight into me with no resistance given how wet I was. 

Once more I was snapped back to reality. This time from the tugging on my empty udders. I hit the off button and lifted them up from the cups, massaging the soft skin around my teats. 

'How have you two been handling Oliver so far?' he asked as I sat up on the table. 

'We've been fine. A few sleepless night, but beside that he's been good.' 

'Have you thought about being bred again?' 

The question caught me off guard and I visibly shivered in anticipation of my plans for the night. 

'Mark and I have been talking about it. I want to be bred again as soon as possible, of course.' 

Ethan chuckled. 'Hayley was the same. She was keen to be bred again after her first calf.' 

I shrugged. 'I don't know. I like it. It's just... a good feeling' 

Ethan chuckled again. 'What the mating or actually being bred?' 

'Both,' I said with a wry smirk.' 

'To think when I first met you, you were so reserved.' 

'And when did the change in that occur to you? When you were balls deep inside me?' We both laughed as I watched his cock grow even more, standing upright and thickening out. 'Besides, we've both changed. You could never get a girl back then, and now you're regularly mating with half the hucows here.' 

'Breeding a good few, too,' he said. I could feel my juices leaking off the table and down my leg. My clit throbbed with each beat of my heart, making my bull ring feel incredibly tight. 

'Bred any ones I know, lately?' I asked, trying to find something to say so he wouldn't notice my state of arousal. 

'That depends, really,' he said, rising from the bed and approaching my milking table. His fat cock pointed straight at me. 'I can tell you're in heat, Jess.' 

I looked at him with surprise. 'You can tell?!' 

'Hucows in heat give off a sort of musky scent when they're in heat. It's hard to explain, but we bulls can tell.' 

'I went into heat just this morning,' I admitted. He ran his rough hand along the soft skin of my shoulder before grabbing my arm and lifting me to my feet. I could feel the warmth radiating from his cock as it nearly touched my stomach. I could only imagine how good that would feel inside my wanting pussy right now. 

'Wait,' I protested as his hands found their way down my waist. 'Mark will be back this afternoon and I had planned on being bred by him.' 

He ran his fingers along the length of my udders, pinching my teats at the end. I couldn't help but shiver at his touch. 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 04



'If you want to wait, you can. But you look like you need this now, Jess. You'll be bred by many bulls in your life. Mark can wait a little longer for his second chance.' 

I did need it now. Oh god did I need a cock right now. His hands caressed my rump as he pulled me in close to him. His cock pressed into my stomach. It was so warm and hard. 

'I...I...' My legs were slick with trails of my juices. 

'What did you tell me a few months ago about a list of bulls you wanted to breed you?' he asked me before kissing my neck. He moved to my side, his hand fondling my teat and his cock pressing so firmly into my hip. 

I did want him to breed me. Our mating sessions had always been so incredible. He was a beast who had always taken me so powerfully, and now he was about to breed me; make me his. But what about Mark. He had already given me a beautiful calf and he would surely give me another. 

I couldn't wait. I was an animal in heat and needed a bull desperately. 

My fingers wrapped around Ethan's hip behind me and I lead him toward the bed. I looked back over my shoulder at him, feeling his powerful cock resting against the soft flesh of my rump, waiting to enter me. 

'Breed me.' 

He didn't need any more encouragement. He bent me over the bed and I felt his cock head pierce my swollen lips. I was right, he slid straight into me. All nine inches as thick as my wrist. 

He grabbed my hips and pulled my rump back hard against him until I could feel his leathery balls tickling the inner sides of my thighs. 

He withdrew and slammed back into me, eliciting a cry of ecstasy from me. This felt so dirty. Mark was supposed to breed me, and yet here I was, with Ethan deep inside me, about to shoot his seed into my womb and breed me good. Mark would understand, surely. He could breed me next heat. For now I was Ethan's. 

'Oh, Oh! Yes!' I moaned as he pounded into my rump. His balls slapping against me with as much force as his cock. 

'Yes! Yes, Ethan! Breed me!' I begged. 

He responded with passionate thrusts, crashing into me again and again. My legs felt weak beneath his thrusts. My pussy felt so stretched and full, every nerve feeling every inch of his cock and it moved inside me. My clit shot wave after wave of pleasure through me every time his massive balls slapped against it. 

I was being bred. A hucow slut in heat, desperate in need of a thick bull cock to satisfy her need. A slave to my instincts. My body was primed to be bred and I was getting it. 

'Oh god, Ethan! Breed me! Breed me! Make me your hucow slut!' 

With each thrust he took me closer and closer until finally it all exploded. I clamped down on his cock as stars shot inside my head. My legs gave way as he held tightly onto my hips, lifting my rump and pushing me further onto the bed. My face pressed down into the sheets in an orgasmic delirium, my body resting on my udders as he continued to pound into my rump. 

With one last thrust he buried his cock deep inside me. Spurt after huge spurt of gooey ropes splashed against the insides of my pussy until I felt it spill over. His hot cum leaked down my legs and onto the bed sheets. I shifted my head until I could see behind me, reaching down with my hand to scoop up the spilt cum and bringing it to my mouth. It was too good to waste and it tasted amazing in that moment. 

Ethan bent down over me, his cock still deep inside, plugging me up. His hot breath on my back. His hands ran over the sides of my udders, squeezing the soft flesh between his large hands. My strong bull. 

'Mmm, that was just what I needed,' I sighed, before giggling. 'Would either of us have ever thought a few years ago that you would one day be breeding me?' 

Ethan chuckled. 'Never. What are you going to tell Mark?' 

'I'm sure I'll think of something. He'll understand. He can breed me during my next heat.' 

Ethan's hand trailed its way down toward my clit, wrapping his finger through my bull ring. 

'If he's quick enough.' 

* 

Chloe 

I didn't know what time it was when I awoke. The sky outside was awash with a deep blue and my udders felt very full. Despite the strong urge to be milked, I didn't want to get up. I was so comfortable here, lying on my side, curled up on the soft bedsheets. 

I stroked my hand over my belly. Mark's calf growing inside me. That mating session was still one of the best I had had since arriving here. Though I had mated with many of the bulls since then, there was something special about that one. Perhaps it was because I was in heat. Perhaps it was knowing that I was being bred, being used by a bull to sire his calf. 

Unfortunately, I had barely mated with Mark since then. Jess always hogged him all to herself. He had mounted me a few times in the week after Jess gave birth, but once she was ready again he stopped. 

I sighed, continuing to rub my hand over my belly. Something nudged up against my rump. Curious, I looked behind me only to find a bull fast asleep in bed beside me. 

That's right. The night before came back to me. He had visited me late last night for a midnight mating. I looked down at my rump to find his erect cock nudging against me in his sleep. 

Must be morning wood, I thought, a devilish thought entering my mind. 

I rolled over, my udders so heavy from the gallons of milk pooling inside them. As they fell back down onto the bed the pressure caused a fat droplet of milk to escape my teat. 

Making sure he was still asleep I lowered my hands to his cock, tracing the large veins with my fingertips. I cupped his large leathery balls in my hands, feeling their weight. The course leathery skin was rough against my hands and I could feel each large testicle move inside. 

I moved my head down to his cock, licking my tongue over the large head. It tasted salty and sweet. The mixed juices from out mating the night before dried onto it. I opened my mouth as wide as it could go and took what little of his cock that I could inside. It was so big, I could barely get the flared ridge of his head past my teeth. How I could fit this inside my pussy I would never understand. My pussy stretched so much more now than it ever did before. My body needed to adapt to take a bull's cock, and it did. 

'Mmm, that feels good.' The groggy voice of the bull murmured. 

I took his cock from my mouth, strands of spit holding on. 

'Does it now?' I replied coyly. 

I got onto my knees and pushed him onto his back. Still holding his cock I threw my leg over him and lined him up. My pussy lips spread around his head as I lowered down onto his cock. I felt the flared ridge of his head pass into me and keep going, feeling it rub against my inner walls until he bottomed out inside me. I wished my mouth could stretch as much as my pussy did. 

I leant over him and moved my hips back and forth, feeling his cock slide in and out of me. I settled into a rhythm, moaning with each thrust. My fingers found my engorged clit and I rubbed it furiously. 

Suddenly, the bull grabbed me around the waist, causing me to squeal as he lifted me up and pushed me onto my back. With him now on top he thrust into me with an unrelenting speed. My legs were pushed back against my udders, applying a painful pressure on them, causing little squirts of milk to leak out of me at the end of each thrust. My ankles found their place over his shoulders, giving him a good angle to send his cock deep into me. 

'Uh, Uh, Uh,' I moaned, his huge balls slapping against my rump. I couldn't move under him, I was trapped under him until he had finished having his way with me. God did it feel amazing. 

The door to my room burst open. Without even looking I knew who it would be. Who else had the uncanny ability to always arrive at the worst time? 

'So much for getting ready, huh?' Jess said, stepping into my restricted view beneath the bull. 

'God, you're just as bad as when we were kids, Jess,' I fumed. The bull had stopped thrusting into me to let Jess talk. I wish he hadn't. 

'I told you we'd be leaving at nine o'clock. It's five past nine. Get dressed.' 

'What?' I said straining my neck to see the clock. 'But I haven't even milked myself yet.' 

'Really, Chloe? You knew when we'd be leaving.' 

'I know. I know. I overslept, okay? Just give me ten minutes to milk and I'll be ready to go.' 

She gave a sigh before turning to leave. 'Fine. Ten minutes and then we're leaving with or without you.' 

'Okay. I'll be ready in time,' I called after her as the door closed. 

I looked back at the bull on top of me, his cock still deep inside me, my ankles still draped over his shoulders. 

'Let's move this to the milking machine.' 

* 

'Why are we driving so far?' Mark asked, looking out the window at the fields we were passing by. 'We could pull over anywhere here.' 

'It's nice just up here. I'll tell you when we're there,' I said. 

'Okay, then. If you're sure.' 

I played with my dress in the back seat, trying to hold the fabric away from my sensitive teats. I had protested to pretending like I wore clothes when our parents came to visit, but I still had to obey the rules of wearing them in public. We were heading far out into the country for a picnic, so we would at least be able to ditch our clothes then. 

Before long I told Mark to stop and we pulled into a sun dappled field, surrounded by a small forest. 

'It looks the same as everywhere else,' Mark mumbled as we climbed out of the car. 

I triumphantly threw my dress off, feeling the cool air caress my teats. Jess threw hers off too and ran down into the soft green grass. She threw her naked body down into it and rolled about. I ran after her and sat down beside her as Mark unclipped his kilt. The grass was as soft as it looked, tickling my skin wherever it touched. I lied back like Jess and felt the soft sensation envelope me. It was so relaxing. 

'Do you think it's true?' Jess asked, her long hair sprawled around her in the grass from her rolling. 

'What is?' Mark asked, joining us. 

'I feel so relaxed just lying in this grass. Bridgette once told me that that's a hucow thing.' 

'Your animal instincts coming through, I guess.' 

Jess wiggled over to Mark and put his arm around her. 'I'm still more human than animal, thank you very much.' 

The both chuckled as the cool breeze rustled the grass around us. 

'Could you imagine if someone stumbled upon us here?' Mark asked. 'It would have been a dream come true growing up to find a couple of naked hucows lying in a field.' 

'A couple of naked hucows protected by their big strong bull,' Jess corrected him. 

'Ah, I'd probably let the lad watch. It'd be a learning experience to see us mating.' 

'Hmm, really?' Jess murmured with a sly grin. 

The sound of kissing soon came from them, leaving me feeling like a third wheel. I watched the clouds drifting overhead so sparse across the near-clear blue sky. The sun felt good on my skin, warming every inch of my body. This felt natural. How did I ever wear clothes for so long? 

Suddenly I heard Jess and Mark shift in the grass and looked over to see her on all fours with Mark lining his cock up behind her. 

I let out a groan and sat up. The sounds of his body slapping into her rump mixed with their moaning soon echoed around the field. 

I stood up, feeling my pussy growing wet from the spectacle before me. I couldn't deny how much I wanted Mark to mount me right now. 

'I'll be back in a bit,' I said, though I don't think they heard me over their mating. 

I walked off across the field, feeling the soft grass beneath each step. Jess was right. I did feel more at home in this sunny field than anywhere else. The grass between my bare toes, the way the grass had tickled my wet pussy lips as I had sat up. I almost wanted some peeping tom to be watching me right now. I wasn't ashamed to let him see me. It was how I was meant to be. 

I made my way through the forest, my bare feet crunching the dried leaves of the forest floor and finding footing over rocks and stones. I wove my way through the trees, working off what I remembered of this place until finally I exited the forest into another field. On a far hill I could see a familiar farm house and closer to where I was, a barn. This was why I had asked Mark to come here. 

I hopped the fence and snuck my way over to the barn, listening for any sounds. There was nothing. I couldn't even hear Jess and Mark mating from here. 

I peeked through the barn doors. No one was there. I sighed and stepped inside. The barn was warm and smelled like it always had. Though some sensations were new this time. The sharp straw cracked beneath my bare feet as I explored inside. My teat brushed against the worn wood of the stable near the back of the barn as I passed it, causing me to recoil. I inspected my teat, but luckily didn't find any splinters. 

I stepped inside the small stable. A bedding of hay lay deeply across the floor of it. I remembered when my high school ex, Jim, and I came here one night and spent it together in the hay. It hadn't been the most comfortable place to have sex, but it had felt so adventurous at the time. The dry smell of the hay mixed with our bodies as we rolled in it. 

I sat down in the hay. It pricked my rump like I remembered. The one place where my nakedness matched my memories. 

The sound of footsteps approaching caught my attention. I sprang to my feet, dusting hay from my rump and hid my nakedness behind the solid wooden fence of the stable, with only my head and shoulders visible. 

The footsteps drew closer until Jim stepped into the barn carrying an empty metal bucket. It clanged to the ground as he looked up and spotted me. 

'Chloe?! Is that you?' 

'Uh, hi Jim.' 

'What... what are you doing here? Why are you in the barn?' 

I rested my hands on top of the wooden fence. My teats were rubbing up against the coarse wood, but I tried not to let my discomfort show. 

'Uh... I was just in the neighbourhood and wanted to say hey.' 

He looked around bewildered. 

'And you didn't think to go to the house?' 

'I came from the back of the property. I thought I'd see if you were in here first.' 

He looked over his shoulder through the barn doors. 

'There's nothing that way but fields.' 

'I know. I came with my sister and her boyfriend for a picnic. I wanted to give them some time to themselves and visit you.' 

'Sure...' he said, slowly approaching the door to the stable. 'Next time just phone, okay.' 

I bit my lip as he got closer. He would soon be close enough to see all of me. My heart pounded as he reached the stable gate. 

'Jesus, Chloe! What the hell?!' He jumped back staring at me with shock. 

I held my arms out as if to say 'ta-da'. 

'Guess who's a hucow, now,' I said, my voice weaker than I had hoped at his reaction. 

He stared at me silently. His eyes moving up and down me. There was a lot for him to take in. My new udders, far larger than the relatively small 30D cup size I had the last time he saw me. My pregnant belly, not yet as big as Jess' had become, but noticeably larger than the slender figure I once had. And lastly my big bulbous hucow clit sitting atop my bare pussy lips. Even if he had seen hucows before, I doubt he would have seen that. 

'What did you do to yourself?' 

I pouted back at him. 

'You say that like it's a bad thing.' 

'Well... I mean... I just never thought I'd see you like this. Last I saw you, you were just a regular girl.' 

'And now...?' I ran my hand down one of my udders enticingly and took a step toward him. 

'Now you're... different. I just... have never seen a hucow in person before.' 

'Well, what do you want to see?' I said, feeling more confident. 'Don't be shy. Just like the first time we were alone in here.' 

I could see a bulge forming in the front of his jeans as he stared back at me agape. I was starting to get horny and he was taking too long. A bull would have mounted me by now. 

I walked slowly over to him and took his hand, placing it on my udder. 

'Wow...' he said, running his hand across them, feeling the soft smooth skin. 'I can't believe it. Your boobs are so big now.' 

'Udders,' I corrected him. 'They're my milking udders.' 

His hand hesitated and then moved from my udders to my belly, feeling the firm protrusion of my growing womb. 

'Do you have a new boyfriend?' he asked. 

I shook my head with a grin. 

'Nope.' 

'Then-' 

'I was bred by a bull at the Dairy Farm. I went into heat, like your lifestock does, and a bull... helped satiate my need. My body's meant to be bred now, Jim. Milked and bred. And I get really horny now if I don't get mounted.' 

My hands unbuttoned his jeans and began to pull them down. He took no hesitation in following my lead and pulling the rest of his clothes off. 

I stepped back into the stables, watching him. When he finally removed the last of his clothing he followed me in. I got down on all fours, the hay prickly against my hanging teats. 

'Mount me from behind, like you should a hucow.' 

He knelt down in the hay behind me and I soon felt his cock at the entrance of my sodden pussy. I could remember how big he had seemed when we first had sex in the hay, but unfortunately after taking bull cocks every day he felt so small by comparison. The muscles of my pussy at least still clamped down around his cock as he pushed into me. And despite his size I couldn't help but let out a moan. He still filled that need that I craved. To have a cock inside me. 

He started to thrust into me. Slow and measured thrusts as if he was afraid to hurt me. Perhaps because of my calf. 

'Fuck me harder,' I begged. 'Harder.' 

He increased his speed, pounding in to me. The slapping sound of our bodies crashing together echoed around the barn. I pushed back against each thrust, hoping to get him deeper into me. 

His hand found its way around to my clit. I let out a deep moan as he rubbed awkwardly into it, unsure of how to treat such an engorged clit. I moved my hand back to help guide his, showing him what to do before my hand fell away as a crash of pleasure washed over me. 

'Rougher,' I gasped. 

I felt his hand grab a handful of my hair and pull, arching my back in response. His grip was firm and strong, holding my head right where he wanted me. I couldn't move if I wanted to. Skewered on the end of his cock and held in place by my hair.  

I moaned even louder, not caring if anyone else heard us mating. I convulsed as my pussy exploded in pleasure. My fists balled up, clenching onto the sharp hay while my toes curled. Splashes of milk erupted from my udders as the intense feeling spread throughout me. As my orgasm wracked me I felt Jim cum, his spurts splashing against my insides. Though, before too long, he finished cumming and withdrew from me, letting go of my hair as it fell back against my shoulder blades. 

I rolled over, inspecting my pussy. A small trickle of cum leaked from me onto the hay. I had forgotten how little regular guys came. My inner thighs would be plastered with an overflowing sticky mess if Jim was a bull. 

My hand slowly stroked my throbbing clit as he lay down in the hay beside me. 

'God, that was amazing!' he said through heavy breathes. 

'Did you like your first time mating with a hucow?' I asked with a grin. 

'Amazing,' He said, putting his arm around me as we lay in the hay. With his free hand he reached over and explored my udder. Squeezing and feeling its weight. He took hold of my teat and gave it a good squeeze. My milk squirted out across the hay in an arc. 

His hand moved mine away from my clit as his fingers inspected the fat red orb. 

'It's so much bigger...' he mused. 'What does it feel like?' 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 04



I moaned as his rough fingers traced lines over it. 'So much better than it ever did.' 

'I still can't believe how much you've changed,' he said. 'Your new body is amazing.' 

A smile spread across my face. I was proud of my body. It was an incredible feeling to have my udders constantly producing milk and the changes within me made sex so much better than I could have ever imagined. 

'So why did you come here to see me?' he asked. 

'I wanted you to see me as I am now,' I said. 'To see how I have changed from that girl you once knew.' 

'Well I like the new you,' he said, taking my teat and placing it in his mouth. He sucked on it, sending tingles up my udder as my milk flowed into his mouth. 

'Tastes even better from the source,' he said. 

* 

The sun was still high in the sky as I made my way back from the forest. I left a small trail of cum behind me as little droplets dripped from between my lips with each step. 

I wasn't sure what I had hoped to achieve from my little tryst with Jim, but something was missing. He had liked the new me. He had liked ever part of me, and we had fucked with as much vigour as when we were teenagers. But something was still missing. 

Finally Jess and Mark's car came back into view and I made my way towards where I could see their two bodies lying in the grass. As I approached I found them sleeping, Mark's large deflated cock still firmly inside her and a pool of cum leaking out around it. 

It looked nice. A dreamy smile lingered on Jess's face. That post mating feeling of being so full of a bull's cum. It overflowing at the slightest movement. 

'Hey, you two. Get up,' I called. 

Their eyes blinked open as they looked around bewildered. 

'How long were we asleep?' Jess asked. 

'I don't know. Maybe an hour,' I replied, kneeling down in the soft grass. 

Jess wiggled off Mark's cock and stretched before feeling her udders. 

'What do you say to having lunch back at the Dairy Farm rather than here? I need to be milked soon.' 

'Oh, do you?' Mark said with a devilish grin, grabbing one of her teats and squeezing. Milk squirted out all over her lap. 

'Stop that,' she said, slapping his hand away. 'You'll waste it.' 

'Are you trying for a record or something?' 

'Hey, I have to feed a calf and keep up with my production. Every drop of my milk is precious.' 

'Okay, Okay,' Mark chuckled, standing up. 'Well let's get going then.' 

'Wait,' I said, sitting up on my knees. I had thought at the time that Jim had satisfied me enough, but watching Mark's bull cock sway between his legs as he stood up brought the need right back to the forefront of my mind. I needed that feeling of a thick bull cock stretching my insides. That's what I was missing. To feel the full pleasure of being a hucow. 

I turned around and got on all fours, presenting my round rump to him and looking back over my shoulder. 

'Before we leave, can you mount me?' I begged. 'I really need it.' 

Mark looked between me and Jess, his cock slowly growing hard at my proposition. 

'Fine,' Jess said, massaging her udders. 'But be quick.' 

Mark wasted no time lining up behind me and plunging his bull cock into my wanting depths. I let out a content sigh, lowering my face down into the soft grass as he settled into a rhythm working my rump. Nothing else could quite satisfy me like a bull's cock. This was all I ever wanted for the rest of my life. 

'I'll be waiting in the car until you two are finished,' Jess said. 'Don't take too long or I'll have to milk myself into a bottle.' 

I didn't reply. I was too far lost to a world of desire.



Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 05



Rachel 

'Ugh,' I groaned as I blinked my eyes against the glaring morning light that pierced its way through the crack in the window shades. My head must have been replaced with a thorn bush during the night for how it ached in so many places. Every nerve seemed like a dagger stabbing into me. 

Gingerly, I lifted myself up on my arm, trying to swallow away the horrid taste in my mouth. What did I drink again last night? Tequila, I think. Yes. Susan had a bottle. That wasn't the taste of tequila in my mouth, though. Tasted more like beer or scotch or like I spent the night licking a dirty oven clean. 

'Ugh,' I groaned again, sitting upright; ready to run to the bathroom if I needed to. 

I sat motionless as the minutes ticked by. The feeling of unease in my stomach slowly faded but I remained still. What happened last night? There were patches in my memory. I could remember everything up until we started doing shots. But wait, I remember we finished the tequila off. We were making jokes about how it wasn't even the end of semester yet. What did we do shots with? 

I stared at the sheets bunched up in my lap, tracing the shadows the sun cast with my eyes. We... we... hmm. We did shots with some of the others there. Maybe we were drinking their stuff. Whatever it was, it- that's right! They brought Bacardi 151. One of the guys was bragging about how strong it was. Fitting that I can't remember what happened after that. 

I clumsily pulled my legs out from under the sheets and stepped out of bed, bracing myself for a sudden turn of my stomach. Thankfully, it never came. 

I looked down at myself. I was still wearing the same t-shirt and jeans from last night. I pulled the neck of my shirt open. No bra, though. The logic of drunk people. I must have taken my shirt off to remove my bra, but still decided to wear the same clothes to bed. 

I looked around my room. It wasn't... the tidiest, but there was a certain order to it. Either way, surely my bra would be on top of whatever pile I chose to place it in. Or... not. Where was it? 

I opened my wardrobe and looked inside. It wasn't with my other bras. It was the one that I was thinking of, right? Yeah, I was positive. The black one with the... you know, the fancy bits. All right, it was my sexy bra. I really liked that one. I better not have lost it. 

I stepped back from wardrobe and surveyed my room once more. Did I hook up with a guy? I can't remember, and surely I'd remember that. 

I felt that queasiness return to my stomach. It would explain where my bra went, probably still at Susan's house. I crouched down by my nightstand and fished out my birth control pills. Please tell me I remembered to take it yesterday. What day is it...? Uh, Sunday! Yeah. Okay, I did. Thank god. I breathed a sigh of relief. The worry fading from my stomach. 

I popped today's pill out and stumbled to my room's door. My flatmate, Alex, was nibbling on some toast at the table. 

'Morning,' he grunted. He sounded as bad as I felt. 

'Hey,' I rasped. 'How are you feeling?' 

'Like death, you?' 

'Same.' I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. 'What time did we get back last night?' 

'Probably around one,' he said. A smile breaking his tired demeanour. 'You were pretty out of it.' 

I popped the pill into my mouth and took a sip of water. Blegh. I hated how water tasted after a night of drinking. It was like drinking a glass full of the taste in my mouth. 

'Yeah, I don't remember much of the night.' I took another sip, grimacing again. 'Did you happen to see if I was hanging out with anyone last night?' 

He thought for a moment. 'Besides Susan and the others?' 

'Yeah.' 

'Not sure, sorry. I was with the guys most of the night. The only time I saw you was when we did shots.' 

'Hmm.' 

'Why did you want to know?' 

I rubbed my forehead with my thumb, clenching my eyelids shut. 

'It doesn't matter. I think I'll go lay back down for a bit. My head's killing me.' 

'Okay,' he said, returning to his toast. 'Feel better.' 

I shuffled back to my room, clutching my glass of water tightly to my chest. Hopefully a nap would make me feel better. 

* 

The next morning was far better to wake up to. It had been well after the sun set the previous night before I had emerged from my room once more. My plan of napping away the hangover hadn't gone so well, but thankfully some greasy takeaway food for dinner did help. After napping the whole day I doubted that I would even get a wink of sleep that night, but the moment my head hit the pillow I was out again. 

I sat up and stretched, looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand. I had uni in an hour. I ran my hand over my chest, trying to ease out any stiff muscles. When my hand reached my boob I stopped. I cupped my hand around it, kneading the flesh beneath my fingers. It was sore. I tested the other one. Same again. 

I pulled the neck of my t-shirt open and looked at them. There were no bruises or anything that I missed yesterday. Why were they so sore? 

The mysteries of drunken Rachel, I thought, hopping out of bed. Maybe I fell over at the party, or when Alex was leading me back to our apartment. But my boobs weren't that big. They were only a small 32b size. They weren't going to break my fall. I would surely have a bruised chin if that were the case. 

I grabbed some clothes while running a brush through my long hair. I opened my wardrobe to grab a bra. That's right. I was still missing the one from the party. If I saw Susan today, I'd have to ask her if she found it. I grabbed a plain white one and put it on before throwing a white blouse over the top of it. I looked in the mirror at myself as I pulled my jeans on. I did wish at times that I had more of an ass. I barely filled these jeans out at all. 

After a few more passes through my hair with the brush, I grabbed a quick breakfast and headed out. 

The lecture hall was filled by the time I arrived. There were hardly any seats left, but I managed to find a spare one near the front just as the lecture began. 

I pulled my glasses out of my bag as the lecturer launched into the minutia that was property law. Everything we had learnt in this class so far felt like it had sailed straight over my head. That's the problem with law, there's so much to each facet that you need a whole class on every one, but at the end you might not even specialise in that field. From what I'd learnt so far, property law didn't sound like it was for me. But I still had to get through this. 

'Now, for those of you paying attention, you'll note that this will be very pertinent for your upcoming essay,' the lecturer said. 

That's right, the essay. I hadn't even started on it yet. I had foolishly thought that I could get a few words written on it on Sunday, but that obviously never happened. I let out a yawn as I copied his words into my notebook. Why was I still tired? I had spent the last 24 hours mostly sleeping. I had probably slept too much and it was having the opposite effect. I could just go grab a coffee before my next lecture. 

I leant back from my notebook to watch the lecturer. As I did I felt my bra pinch against my back. Ow! I reached behind my back, pretending to scratch an imaginary itch as I check what had caused that. My bra strap was digging into my back. Now that I thought about it, it felt tight around the front, too. I tried flexing my shoulder blades to try and ease it out, but nothing worked. It was just too tight. What was going on? I had worn the same bra size since I was fifteen. Could my bra have shrunk in the wash or something? 

I'd have to go to the bathroom after class and see what I could do to fix it. But until then I'd just have to deal with it and try not to miss anything important. My biggest concern right now should be my essay, not my bra. 

* 

I had hoped the aching in my breasts would subside by the next morning, but that was apparently wishful thinking. They still ached just like yesterday, but that was barely of concern compared to what I discovered. 

I pulled off my top and looked down at my breasts. They looked bigger. How was that even possible? 

I put my hands over them, feeling their size. They were real. It wasn't some sort of dream or even the sleep clouding my eyes, distorting my depth perception or something. 

I stood up out of bed and looked at myself in my stand mirror, turning this way and that to see them from all angles. I bounced on my toes, feeling the weight of them pull painfully at my front. 

'Ah,' I giggled, feeling somewhat stupid as I cupped them with my hands. My smile soon faded as I inspected them again. Why were they growing? Was this a late growth spurt? I was nineteen. That seemed far too late for any form of puberty. Was I... no I couldn't be pregnant. I hadn't slept with a guy in ages, save the possibility of Saturday night, but even then that was too soon. 

I had always been strict with my birth control. I had never missed a day in years. I pulled my pyjama shirt back on and sat down at my computer. 

'What to search for?' 

I typed boob growth in and hit enter. Nothing but recommendation on how to increase your breast size. Thanks, but I had the opposite problem. 

I refined my search to what causes breast growth. Let's see... puberty, pregnancy... none of that helped. 

I sat back, thinking of what words to use. I typed in unwanted breast growth and hit enter. The first link that came up sounded useful. A message board with a woman in her thirties asking about breast growth. I read through the replies, feeling the unease in me fade with each response. It sounded like it wasn't that uncommon for breasts to continue growing past puberty for a number of reasons. 

I closed the tab and sat back, my hands returning to my boobs. With the worry gone, I couldn't complain with the results. They looked good. I had always wished through high school that I would have bigger boobs. This might be a good thing after all. 

* 

My boobs hadn't slowed down at all over the past two days. Yesterday, when I got dressed for uni, my bra had felt far too small for my growing chest, yet I forced myself to wear it, my boobs spilling out over the top of it. 

I looked down at them as I sat up in bed. They were bigger still. I doubted I could even fit into my old bras anymore. I stood up, feeling their new weight move with me. My stomach rumbled as I inspected the new size of my boobs. Of course I was hungry. So much fat had moved to my boobs over the last few days I was surprised the rest of me wasn't wasting away. 

I pulled a shirt and some jeans out and got dressed without a bra. I looked at myself in the mirror. Two little nubs were outlined where my breasts pushed against the shirt. My nipples had grown along with my boobs. A little bit thicker and longer that they had been. I suppose that made sense, they had grown with my boobs during puberty, this wasn't too different. But they were a problem without a bra to hide them. I didn't want to walk around with little pokies sticking out. 

I pulled my shirt off and searched in my wardrobe for something else, finally settling on a patterned blouse that made it hard to distinguish nipple outline from the design. 

I joined Alex in the kitchen as I made myself some breakfast. 

'Morning,' he said, staring at my chest with intrigue. 

'Morning,' I replied, pouring milk into a large bowl of cereal. 

I brought it over to the table and sat across from him. 

'So...' he started, 'you got uni today?' 

'No. Day off. You?' 

'Yeah... a few classes today...' 

His eyes kept falling to my chest. He looked genuinely confused. Far more than he ever had since I'd known him. 

I grinned, deciding to end his suffering. 

'You curious about my boobs?' I asked candidly. 

'Uh!' he said, his eyes rocketing up to meet mine with embarrassment. 'I wasn't...' 

'Yeah you were. You just weren't sure how to ask,' I said, giggling. 'It's fine. You're right to be curious. They've grown a bit over the last few days. I think I've hit a second puberty or something. Late breast growth.' 

'Ah, sure, sure,' he said, blushing. 

'I does suck, though. I have to go out and buy some new bras now. Bye, bye, alcohol money. 

He chuckled. 'After Sunday morning I'm sure you can live without alcohol for a while.' 

'Yeah,' I said. The thought of alcohol still brought back the taste in my mouth that morning. 

Alex stood up and took his plate over to the sink. 

'I've got to get going. I'll see you later.' 

'Okay, bye,' I called as he disappeared out the door. 

I finished up my breakfast and soon I too was out the door and heading for the shops. 

* 

The bra store was cool when I stepped inside. The air smelled sweet in here as if the clerk had a bottle of perfume hidden behind the desk that they sprayed into the air constantly when no one was around. 

A lady with her hair tied into a tight bun strode over to me. 

'Hi! How can I help you?' she asked with a big smile on her face. 

'Uh, just looking for some more bras,' I said nervously. I hated being approached by staff. It was even worse when buying underwear. 

'Of course,' she said. I suppose it was a stupid answer on my part. 'What size are you?' 

'Uh...' I hesitated. 'I... don't know, actually.' 

She looked at me with confusion for a moment before her smile returned. I'm sure she didn't get many nineteen year olds unsure of their bra size. 

'That's fine, I can measure you up. Follow me over here.' 

She led me to a side room and drew a curtain behind us. 

'Just remove your shirt,' she said, grabbing a measuring tape. 

I started to unbutton my blouse before stopping. 

'Oh, I'm not wearing a bra underneath.' 

She stared at my shirt. 'Hmm, how close fitting is that? I need to get the most accurate measurement...' 

I felt around my chest and back with my hand. The shirt didn't seem too bad, besides maybe the stitching under my armpit. Then again, with how much I had grown in the last few days, I doubted I was finished yet. I didn't need skin tight measurements. 

'I think it'll be fine,' I said, buttoning it back up. 

'If that's what you want, but please consider that these measurements won't be the most accurate. 

I nodded and she went to work, pulling the measuring tape around me and writing down numbers. Finally she announced that it was all done and gave me my cup size. 

'Thanks, I'll just go look for one,' I said, hoping that she would let me look on my own. 

I walked down the rows of bras until I found my size. 32DD. I couldn't believe how much my boobs had grown in the last few days, but here was proof. 

I searched through the bras. There were so many cute ones that I would have loved to buy, but for now I just needed a practical one. One that I might even outgrow. Although, surely a DD was as big as I would get. I had been a B for so many years. How did my body have it in it to grow so much after so little? 

I grabbed a white one and headed to the change room. I locked the door behind me and unbuttoned my blouse. As I pulled it open I looked down at my boobs. My nipples were hard. I threw my blouse aside and inspected them. It wasn't that cold in here, what was causing that? 

As my fingers touched them a shiver ran through me. They were sensitive. I ran my finger over them lightly. Why were they so sensitive? Was it the excitement of being in public braless? If it was, I liked how it made me feel. 

A smile spread across my face as I pinched my nipple. I gasped at the feeling. They were really sensitive. I blinked a few times as I felt a heat rising in my face and forced my attention to the bra. The sooner I finished here, the sooner I could get back home and continue what I started here. 

I put my arms through the straps and pulled it on. My nipples quivered at the feeling of being stuffed into the soft padding. I clipped it behind me and I was done. It fit perfectly. I looked at myself in the mirror. It looked good. I looked good. It felt so much better than my tight old bra. There was room to breathe. 

I unclipped it and pulled it off. My nipples felt relieved to be free. I had to admit, while the bra was comfy, free-boobing it felt even better. 

Oh well, I thought, at least I have something for uni tomorrow. 

I got dressed again and bought the bra before racing home. The entire way it felt like my nipples were getting more and more sensitive. Even my blouse seemed to irritate them unlike before. 

Thankfully, Alex was still at uni when I got home. I went to my room and pulled my blouse off, sending it and the little bag with my new bra sailing into the corner. 

I knelt down on my bed and inspected my boobs with my hands once more. I kneaded the soft flesh with my fingers, delighting in how they felt. I had never had so much boob to play with. I moved my fingers to my nipples, almost recoiling from the touch. Wow, they were sensitive. I flicked them with my fingers, drawing little gasps at each touch. They had never felt this amazing before. What was up with them now? 

I pinched them hard between my fingers and squirmed at the sensation. My hands shaking from the pleasure. 

I laid back and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them and my panties off. I felt the soft bedsheets against my naked body. Even my skin felt more alive and electric. I rolled in my sheets, feeling my nipples rub against them. My hand shot between my legs and I found myself already wet. I inserted a finger while my other hand pulled on my nipple. 

My head felt so hot, as my hand between my legs moved at an intense speed, bringing me closer and closer until my thighs clamped together and I writhed in ecstasy. My breath came in heavy pants as I withdrew my hand from my crotch and returned it to my nipple. I squeezed it, coating it in slippery juices. 

That was amazing. 

* 

My alarm pulled me from my dreams the next morning. Ugh. I didn't want to get up. My bed was so comfy and a whole morning of sitting through lectures wasn't very appealing. 

With a sigh I threw me sheets off me, revealing my DD breasts. The sudden cold air pricked at my nipples as they hardened in response. I hadn't slept topless in years, but last night had been... interesting to say the least. After the fun I had yesterday afternoon, my nipples didn't seem to want to calm down again. They remained as sensitive as they were for the rest of the day. So much so that I found myself remaining topless for the rest of the night, only putting on a shirt when I had to leave my room for dinner or the bathroom. And each time I did, I found that the longer I left the shirt on, what with it rubbing my nipples with each movement, the hornier I got. I kept returning to my room with a flushed feeling all over me. 

When it came time to get into bed I chose to forgo trying to wear my pyjama shirt and lying awake horny all night. 

It was a surreal experience at first. Not only had I never had boobs this big before, but lying in bed with them uncontained was even stranger. Every time I rolled over they would flop beside me. My old B cup sized breasts had felt so compact to my figure, whereas these stuck out so far. 

I got up out of bed and approached my wardrobe, sighing at the thought of forcing my boobs into a bra today. I grabbed my new white bra and put it on, paying careful attention to my nipples. It didn't seem to matter. They exploded in stimulation as the cups squished them against my boobs. 

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the feeling as I clipped my bra behind my back. Finished I looked at myself in the mirror. I still looked incredible. Busty and sexy. 

With a smile on my face I went about finding something to wear. A figure hugging T-shirt? Maybe. Ah I know. My smile extended to a wicked grin as I put on a pure white blouse, making sure to leave a button or two open at the top to show off my new cleavage. I checked myself out from different angles in the mirror, marvelling at how the small blouse stretched to contain my boobs. Perfect. 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 05



I would surely turn some heads today. 

* 

'Come on, it's the weekend. Are you sure you don't want to come?' Alex asked. 

'No thanks. I need to get my essay finished. It's due next week.' 

'Well that sucks,' he said, picking up his bag. The bottles inside clinking together. 'Don't have too much fun. No wild parties while I'm away.' 

'I'll try and restrain myself,' I chuckled. 

The moment the door closed behind him I grabbed at the hem of my shirt and yanked it off, breathing a sigh of relief as my boobs sprang free. 

They were bigger still, even my nipples had grown. Surely they would stop soon. It didn't seem feasible for them to get any bigger based on late blooming alone. 

I poured myself a glass of milk from the fridge and took it back to my room. My boobs bounced with each step I took, causing me to grin. There were so many new things to enjoy with larger breasts. 

I reached my room and sat down at my desk. My boobs bumped the edge as I did. I giggled, rubbing the underside of them. I would have to be conscious of that in future. 

I pulled out my textbook, turned on some music and began typing. The minutes turned into hours and my brain grew more and more fried. 

By the two hour mark I sat back and looked at what I had written. Only five hundred words. I needed two thousand five hundred. At this rate it would take forever. 

I put my head in my hands and leant over my textbook, desperately taking in ever line in hopes that something would spring out to me. 

My nipple grazed against the desk, sending a shiver up through me. I shuffled my elbows back, giving my boobs some room, though as I did, I watched them swing back and forth with my momentum. I rocked my hips from side to side, causing them to swing again. I grinned watching them, the drive to continue my essay fading. It had been two hours, anyway. I could use a break. 

I stared at my nipples, standing to attention as hard as ever. I brought my hand to one and squeezed it. Why were they so hard all the time? 

I could feel myself growing wet the more I played with my nipple. Teasing it. Pulling it. Rubbing my hand over my breasts and feeling it flick between each finger as they passed over it. 

I had unconsciously started rubbing my thighs together, trying to appease the growing need between my legs. I pushed my chair back from the desk and pulled my leggings down, followed by my panties. Kicking them off from my ankles until I was completely naked. 

Wasting no time, my hand shot down between my thighs, only to recoil as my fingers bumped into something. 

I sat up with a start and looked down between my legs. My clit was huge. Far bigger than it had ever been before. It looked swollen or something. I inspected it with my fingers, almost recoiling again with how sensitive it was. It had swollen out into a rounder shape and was so very red. It looked like a tiny cherry perched atop my lips. The skin of the hood was stretched around its base, unable to contain its size. I ran my finger along the hood. It felt stretched and tortured, but through the discomfort, every nerve fed back into my swollen clit, delighting me with each touch. 

I bit my lip in preparation and rubbed my fingers over the round head of my clit. I nearly bit clean through my lip as a wave of intense pleasure coursed through me. I moved my fingers over it again, pressing it down into me. Another wave of pleasure hit me, flowing through every nerve, ending at my nipples. 

I brought my free hand back to my nipple, pinching it hard as I ground into my clit, rubbing it with fervour. I didn't even need to stick my fingers inside me, I was drawing close to an orgasm just from the stimulation of my clit. 

My panting grew louder, echoing around the room until my thighs locked together and my back arched. My nipples felt like they exploded in pleasure too, mirroring the feeling in my pussy. 

I slumped back into the chair as I came down from that intense moment. My hand rubbed lazily along my pussy, squeezing my clit between the V of my fingers. 

As the lust cleared from my mind I looked back down at it. What had caused it to swell up so much? An allergic reaction? I hadn't eaten anything out of the ordinary today. 

While inspecting it, I shot up out of my chair. 

'Oh, dammit!' 

There was a small wet patch of juices on my chair. My ass felt wet too, I had been sitting in it. 

I ran to the bathroom, my boobs bouncing wildly, and grabbed a handful of toilet paper. I set about trying to soak up the wet stain with the toilet paper and breathing hot air on it to dry it up. On each inhale I got a whiff of how musky it smelt, like some sex orgy had taken place in here. 

God, what if my room smelt of it for days? What would Alex think? 

Finally, most of the wetness had been soaked up. Only a damp outline of a stain remained that would hopefully dry. The bunched up toilet paper in my hand was soaked through. I had never been that wet in my life. 

I was growing wet again at the thought. My lips were flushed red and glistening in the light from how soaked they were. The thought of having another orgasm like that was very alluring, but my essay still sat waiting for me on my computer. Not even half finished. 

I sat in contemplation for a while before, standing up. Fine. I did have to get it done. Maybe I could save masturbating again as a reward for when I finished it. Although with how wet I got just then, maybe I should reserve masturbating for when I had my shower. 

A wicked grin spread across my face as I thought of how the shower head would feel against my swollen clit. Yes, I think waiting for tonight to try again was the right idea. 

* 

All too soon it was Monday again. I did manage to get my essay done in time... on Sunday. I never achieved anything more than a thousand words on Saturday; too distracted with what waited for me that night. And, yes, the shower head was as wonderful as I could have hoped it would be. In fact it was a little too good. At one point the feeling was too intense and I moaned out loud. It echoed loudly around the small bathroom to the point where Alex probably heard it. If he did he acted like it never happened, at least, but god was that embarrassing. 

My alarm woke me on Monday and I fumbled around to turn it off in a sleepy daze. I rolled out of bed, only to almost fall over. Staggering to gain my balance, I looked down at my chest. They had grown again, weighing heavily on my chest. Was it even a surprise at this point? 

With a sigh I sat down at my computer and pulled a measuring tape from my drawer. I pulled up a site for measuring cup sizes and wrapped the tape around me. With the measurements typed in I hit submit. 

'Geez,' I muttered as the results came up. 

An F cup. I was an F cup. 

I looked down at the huge orbs hanging from my front. The areola was almost as large as my palm and the nipples had grown even bigger. They still looked pretty good. Cupping them in my hands and feeling the soft flesh between my fingers still filled me with an incredibly satisfying feeling, but I couldn't help but wonder when they would stop. 

I stood up and opened my wardrobe. My white bra sat on the shelf. The moment of truth. I had gone the whole weekend without wearing it. Would it even fit anymore? 

I put my arms through the straps and put my boobs into the cups. They spilled over the top as expected. I tried clipping it at the back, but as it pulled tight, my nipples felt like they were being crushed. I let the clasp go and tried adjusting my boobs in the cup. Once more I tried to clip it, but again my nipples cried out as it pulled tight. 

I sighed, looking down at my boobs. Even if I did find a position that was all right for my nipples, the bra would still be too tight on my chest. I looked at my clothes in contemplation before pulling the bra off and grabbing a dark jumper. It would hopefully hide any pokies. I pulled it on. It itched at my nipples, but was far more tolerable than the bra had been. I swivelled back and forth, watching my boobs swing freely beneath the jumper. The same for when I tried bouncing up and down. They had a lot of free movement under there without a bra. I would have to be careful. Definitely no running today. Possibly avoid stairs, too. 

Next I pulled my pyjama pants off. The waistband nudged my clit as it passed. It was still as swollen as it was yesterday. I could see it through my cotton panties, making a tiny little bulge. 

I pulled a pair of jeans out and tried to pull them on, but stopped when I reached my hips. I blinked in confusion and looked down. I tried again, but I couldn't get them over. They had always fit perfectly before. 

I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. Something looked different. I let the jeans fall to the floor and pulled the hem of my jumper up. My hips were wider. They curved out far more than before. Even my thighs seemed thicker to match. I marvelled at my image. With these hips and my larger breasts, I had a serious hourglass figure going on. 

I turned around to look at my ass. It too seemed bigger. More rounder, yet still toned. I felt it with my hand. It was firm as if I had done a thousand squats. 

I grinned as I angled my ass straight at the mirror and tried standing on my toes, watching it firm up along with my thighs. 

I had an ass. A good ass. I had always been so slender, I never thought I would ever fill out the ass of a pair of jeans. 

Oh. Except I wouldn't be filling out the ass in these jeans. I kicked them aside and searched my wardrobe. To my dismay I didn't have a single pair of jeans that I would fit in. Instead I settled on a skirt. My waist was still the same size, at least. 

I put in on and checked myself out in the mirror, smoothing the sides of the skirt down against my wide hips to remind myself what was under the fabric. 

I nearly skipped out of my room, I was so proud of how I looked. Though, one tug on my huge boobs as they bounced freely under my jumper reminded me why I shouldn't. 

Before long I was inside the lecture hall. A number of stairs lay before me, slowly descending toward the podium at the front. I didn't want to risk my boobs bouncing around for everyone to see, so I grabbed a seat in the back row. 

As I fished around in my bag for my glasses and notebook, I double checked how my chest looked. My nipples weren't making any noticeable shape for all to see. Good. The jumper was a little too hot for the weather, but I could persevere. 

I sat back and crossed my legs as the lecture started, ready to take far more notes this time around so I wouldn't be so stumped on the next assignment. Though as the lecture droned on I found my mind wandering again. 

I kept having to look down to check that no one could see my nipples. They were hard as a rock, tingling like mad as the jumper tickled them with every breath I took. 

I had to uncross my legs about fifteen minutes in. The pressure on my clit from my thicker thighs was too much to bear. Though, even then, I could still feel my panties resting on my swollen little nub. 

I soon found myself day dreaming of the pressure of the showerhead kissing my clit. That thrumming sensation. God, it got me hot thinking about it again. When I finished uni I'd have to have a shower the moment I got back home. 

The lecturer's words snapped me back to the present. My stomach flipped as I realised how much I had missed. I began writing notes like mad, hopeful that it was important. I adjusted my position in the chair, unfamiliar with how to sit on my larger ass, when I felt a sudden wetness. 

Uh oh. I froze, trying to feel where the wetness was. I wasn't sure what I would rather. That I had sat on something disgusting, or... the other possibility. I moved my thighs back together and my fears were confirmed. A slick wetness greeted them. Damn! 

I pulled my thighs apart again, my mind racing with panic. 

I had to see how bad it was. I shifted my weight to one side and pretended to put my hand under my thigh as if I was warming it up. I tried feeling under me with my fingers, but all I felt was thigh flesh. Dammit, that's right. My thighs were thicker. 

I sneakily readjusted, pushing my hand further underneath until I touched a damp patch. Shit, I had soaked straight through the back of my skirt! 

I was about to pull my hand out, but a guy a few seats down coughed and I froze. How obvious was I being? If I removed my hand now he would surely know I was up to something. I was pretending to warm my hand up, I'd need to wait a couple of minutes to sell that. 

I went back to taking notes, trying to drive the damp patch from my mind. But all I could think about was my fingers digging into my inner thigh with my weight on them. They were so close to my sodden pussy. I could feel the heat radiating off it onto my fingers. 

It felt like the patch was getting damper. The tips of my fingers were feeling the wetness. I couldn't hold this position any longer. 

As sneakily as possible, I shifted my weight and pulled my hand out from under me, drying my fingers on the side of the skirt. I didn't care if anyone noticed that. My heart was racing with panic at the thought of how wet I was getting in the middle of the lecture. 

Finally the lecture ended and everyone stood to leave. Everyone except me. I pretended to fuss about with my bag and phone as everyone made their way out of the lecture hall. If I had a wet patch on the back of my skirt, I couldn't let anyone see it. 

'Sorry,' the guy in my row said as he tried to squeeze past me to get out. 

I gave a shy smile and turned my legs to the side to give him a path. As my thighs came together they put pressure on my tortured clit once more. I bit my lip until him and his friends passed by. 

Finally, I was the last one left. Gingerly, I stood up, feeling the cool air bring goose bumps up on my wet ass. I looked back at the seat. Sure enough there was a wet patch where I had sat. Not as big as Saturday's, but noticeable. I twisted around to look at the back of my skirt. Again, a small patch, but quite obvious. 

Feeling my face flush red, I held my bag behind me and quickly hurried to the exit, cursing my boobs as they bounced painfully with my quick strides. 

Thankfully, there was hardly anyone in the hallway to the bathroom. I hurried into a stall and locked it behind me. 

Throwing my bag to the ground I set about gathering up bunches of toilet paper and desperately trying to dry my skirt and panties. It hardly did anything besides dry up the immediate wetness, and every wipe of my panties just put further pressure on my clit. 

Getting an idea, I unclipped my skirt and pulled it off. I paused and listened around me. I couldn't hear anything. Slowly, I unlocked the stall door and peaked out. No one was here. Thank god. 

I snuck over to the hand dryer and held my skirt underneath. It whirred to life, dousing my hands in a blast of hot air. I moved the skirt about underneath it, trying to dry it from every angle. 

My heart jumped as I heard voices approaching the bathroom. I dashed back to the stall and closed the door behind me, waiting. The voices grew closer, and then further away. They had just been walking by. But the realisation that I might have been caught in just my panties, drying my skirt was embarrassing enough to ward me off trying again. 

I held my skirt up. It seemed dry enough. At least to get me to the parking lot. After that lecture, I don't think I could last the day and risk having that happen again. 

I put my skirt back on and left the bathroom. 

It felt weird coming home from uni so early, but I definitely made the right decision. My panties felt soaked again by the time I stepped through the front door. 

My mind raced for a moment, trying to remember Alex's schedule. He wouldn't be home for a while, today was one of his longer days. 

I threw my bag down and pulled my jumper off, my boobs finally feeling free. I unclipped my skirt, throwing it aside, and then pulled my ruined panties off. 

Holy shit, I thought looking at my clit. It was a deep red. Even the stretched hood around the base was red with over-stimulation. 

I gingerly touched it, almost gasping in response to how sensitive it was. If this was an allergic reaction, and boy, was it a strange reaction, would it ever heal with my panties constantly irritating it like this? 

I looked at myself with concern. Something was really strange. My boobs and my clit doing this at the same time. This couldn't just be a second puberty and an allergic reaction. 

I gathered up my clothes and bag and headed to my room. Throwing them into the corner I sat down at the computer. 

I thought for a moment about what to search for. I eventually decided on the most pressing. Swollen clit. 

My eyes scanned the results. Allergy, already thought about that... hormonal changes, I guess that could tie in with a second puberty, but it seemed like an extreme reaction. 

Nothing seemed to mention breast growth as well, though. I tried Breast growth swollen clit. 

Nothing sprung out to me. It either talked about one or the other. Not both. 

I sat back in frustration. What did I need to type to get the answer? Or should I just go to the doctor? I probably should, anyway, but if it really was just nothing, I'd hate to explain how horny I had been only to find out the horniness wasn't being caused by whatever was wrong with me. 

I sat back up and looked at the screen. I tried just listing everything that had changed over the last few days. Larger breasts larger nipples big clit wider hips. I hit enter expecting to see a list of porn sites come up. However, to my surprise, one of the links wasn't. 

'Hucow,' I read as curiosity drove me to click it. 

It looked like a biology site. It had .edu in the address. Must have been a university site. I read through the page as it described the physiology of a hucow. Everything seemed to match, there was even a captioned photo of a swollen clit that looked just like mine. I sat back in disbelief when I reached a section that explained that the heightened hormones led to a higher sex drive. I couldn't deny how must it all matched up. 

I looked down at my large breasts and felt my stomach drop. They were growing bigger for a reason. It wasn't a second puberty, they were growing to produce milk. 

This couldn't be happening. My hands shook as I called the local doctor's office and scheduled an appointment, luckily fitting one in this afternoon. 

* 

My appointment could not have arrived sooner. I had spent the day wrecked with worry. Despite how hungry I had been lately, probably another thing that could be explained by the whole hucow thing, I couldn't stomach anything for lunch. 

'Rachel Jones? The doctor will now see you now.' 

I followed the receptionist from the waiting room to a small doctor's office. A greying man with a bushy moustache greeted me. 

'Have a seat,' he offered. 'Now, what can I help you with, today?' 

'Um...' I said. Hours of worry and I hadn't even thought of how I was going to explain it. 'I think I might be turning into a hucow... as weird as that sounds.' 

He cocked his eyebrow at me. 'I see. So you're unsure of it?' 

I nodded. 'I have no idea why it's happening but over the past week or so my boobs have grown and... other changes have happened.' 

'I see,' he said. 'A blood test is the most concrete way to confirm this, but that will take a few days to return. We can do that as well if you want, but for the moment there is a simple test we can run.' 

He walked over to a tray near the doctor's bed and picked up a small plastic cup. 

'If you could fill that with urine I can test the levels of hormones in it.' 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 05



'Uh... O-okay,' I said, taking it from him. 

He led me to the door and pointed down the hall. 

'The bathroom is the third door on the left.' 

'Thank you.' 

A few minutes later I returned with a full cup. He had gloves on and a few items laid out on the tray. 

'Thank you,' he said as I handed it to him. With an eyedropper he took some clear liquid and put it in a petry dish. With another eyedropper he collected some of my urine. 

'Now, this works very similarly to a pregnancy test,' he said. A pregnancy test changes colour based on whether it detects a certain hormone in you that is produced after falling pregnant. This liquid will change colour depending on whether it detects the hucow hormone in you.' 

He brought the eyedropper over to the petry dish and emptied it into it. The moment the urine hit the liquid it turned a purplish hue, spreading through the clear liquid until it all became purple. 

I looked up at him. 'So what does that mean?' 

He put the eyedropper down and removed his gloves. 

'That means you were correct. Your body is producing the hucow hormone.' 

'But how?!' I spluttered out and he wheeled his chair back to his desk. 

'The only way to introduce the hucow hormone to the body is through an injection. Have you had any contact with needles lately?' 

'No,' I said. 'I have no idea how this could have happened.' 

'You said you noticed the changes beginning a week ago. Can you remember anything from around that time that could have led to this?' 

'No, I...' I stopped as it dawned on me. 'Oh. I did go to a party on that weekend, and... I don't remember much from that night. Could someone have spiked my drink?' 

'No, the hucow hormone can't be introduced via ingestion. It would have to have been with a needle.' 

I tried once more to remember everything that I could from that night. Did I pass out and someone injected me? Did I do it myself in some kind of drunken showmanship? Who would even have something like that at a party? 

The doctor wrote something down on a note. 

'I can give you the address to the Dairy Farm in the city. They have their own doctor staff that can assist you better than I can-' 

'Wait, but I don't want to be a hucow! Isn't there some way to reverse it?' 

He sighed. 'Unfortunately no. Not this far in. Within the first few days the hormone can be nullified, but after about four days your body begins producing the hormone and it is irreversible after that.' 

I felt what hope remained in me disappear. 

He put the note into my hand. 

'Pay them a visit. They can help you further.' 

* 

Tuesday wasn't so great. I spent most of the morning crying. Or trying to cry. It seemed every time I became sad at my situation my spirits would all of a sudden pick up for no apparent reason or I would become horny. The hormones must have been screwing with my emotions. Or was it just that everything I was worrying about was tied to a more or less good memory. I was worried with how big my boobs would get, but I had liked how they looked so far. My nipples and clit were far too sensitive, but at moments like in the shower, I wouldn't have them any other way. My wide hips filled out my skirts and dresses like I had always wished they would, not to mention looking sexy even to me when I was naked. And I had come to enjoy spending my time naked. If none of this had ever happened I would never have discovered that. 

But there was still what the future held. How big would I get? When would I start producing milk? What would I do when I started producing milk? I didn't want to produce milk. There was a lot to worry about, but I honestly couldn't even wrap my head around all of it. It felt like standing in front of an approaching train. There was nothing I could do but wait for it to hit. And my mind kept coming back around to the thought of: and then what? I didn't have a choice in being a hucow, but everything else was still up to me. 

I had spent much of yesterday with that thought. Going around and around and never reaching a conclusion. I had gone to bed that night no clearer on my situation, yet I had woke this morning feeling much more content. Stupid hormones. 

I looked over my textbook as I sat in the university library. No matter what I was going through in terms of my body, uni still demanded to come first. Another essay for another class. I had hoped to work on it from home, but my textbook only covered so much and the lecturer had recommended a book that the library had in stock for wider research. 

And I was drawing near that point where I would need it. After I finished the paragraph that I was writing, I could probably start expanding my scope and looking for that research. 

I looked out of the corner of my eye down the row of computers. After I had sat down a cute guy came in and took his place at a computer down from me. Whether through boredom at my essay or just on attraction alone, I had found myself looking in his direction quite a few times. Though I had never caught his eye in return. 

I looked back down at my textbook with a sigh. He probably wouldn't be interested in a hucow anyway. That was something I'd have to think about now. 

I probably should get that book. 

I stood up from my computer and spun around, my breasts swinging wildly and almost throwing me off balance. 

'Dammit,' I muttered below my breath. Slinking away between the bookshelves with my face burning red. 

They had grown again, of course. It had become a part of my daily routine to get up and measure them. I was at an H cup now. My DD cup bra was way too small, but I could barely see the point in buying a new one. I would just outgrow it in a few days and my nipples would feel crushed inside them throughout. 

I walked through the many rows of shelves, looking for the right letter. My nipples itched under my jumper. They had grown even larger and were beginning to become visible, poking through, even under the thick fabric of this jumper. They had been itching all day, like there was something irritating them beyond just my clothing. 

Finally I found the book. I grabbed it and headed back to my computer. As I rounded a corner I ran headfirst into someone. My large breasts squished between us as our bodies collided. 

I recoiled back, rubbing my forehead. As I looked up I felt my face flush once more. It was the cute guy. And I had walked straight into him like an idiot! 

'Oh, sorry,' he said. 'Are you all right?' 

'Uh... I...' I stammered, trying to find the words. My face felt so hot. 

'Um, were you carrying a drink or something?' he said, pointing to my jumper while looking around at the floor. 

Confused, I looked down at what he was pointing at. There was a wet patch on my jumper, right under one of my boobs. 

'Uh, no. were you?' 

I looked around trying to work out what it was when it suddenly dawned on me. All the red that had rushed to my face must have drained in an instant. Without saying another word I dashed past him. I held the book to my chest to try and stop my boobs from bouncing around wildly, but that just felt like it made it worse. 

When I reached my computer I saved my essay and yanked the USB out as quickly as I could, leaving the book behind on the table as I ran from the library. 

I felt like I was close to tears as I jumped into my car, taking a moment to catch my breath as the world spun around me. I looked down at my front to assess the damage. Wet streaks ran down my jumper from both breasts. 

I punched the steering wheel, cursing. But no tears came to my eyes. It was like yesterday all over again. The longer I sat there wallowing in sorrow, the more my boobs began to ache and the more I felt the need to attend to them. With a defeated sniffle, I turned the key in the engine and pulled the car out. I would be able to think clearer at home. 

* 

'Hey, Rachel. What's the ru-' 

I didn't stop to talk to Alex as I rushed to the bathroom, only stopping to throw my bag onto my bed on the way. I shut the bathroom door and locked it, proceeding to strip my clothes off until I was naked. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Small blue veins covered my engorged boobs, leading down to my areola. My nipples were rock hard and poking straight out. A small droplet of milk still clung to my left nipple. 

I knew this was coming, I just hadn't expected it to be so soon. 

So now what do I do? 

My boobs were ached as if they were going to explode from the pressure inside them. I doubted it would go away until I... got the milk out. 

I bent over the sink and grabbed one of my breasts between both hands and squeezed. I grimaced at how firm my breast felt and how uncomfortable the squeeze felt, but a few drops leaked out from my nipple. 

I tried again, this time moving my hands closer to my nipple. More milk came out that time and it didn't feel as uncomfortable. I kept trying, working it from different angles until I settled upon one I liked, squeezing just behind the areola. 

The milk shot out from the end of my nipple in many directions. It seemed impossible to get it all in the sink without bending down really low. And after just a few minutes of that my back was already aching. 

A knock came from the door. 

'Are you okay in there, Rachel?' Alex's voice came through the door. 

'Yeah, I'm fine!' I called back. 

'All right. You just seemed upset.' 

'I'm fine. Just go away for a bit, okay?' 

'Okay,' he mumbled, before his footsteps retreated. 

I straightened up, looking at the milk splattered sink. I needed more space. 

I stepped into the bath tub and knelt down. My round ass rested softly against my ankles and my thighs squished together. I hadn't knelt like this since my body changed. It felt nice, sort of... mature. Like a woman's body rather than a girls. I brought my milk soaked hands once more to my breast and continued working at it. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my left breast felt like it was nearing empty. I gave a few more squeezes but nothing more came out. I lifted both breasts with each hand, feeling the weight difference between each. Wow. There was a lot of milk in me. 

I started on the right breast, working at it with a little more expertise this time. It felt good. I was finally getting at the itch that had been lingering in my breasts since this morning. 

I felt a warm drip land on my ankle. I shifted around to see what it was. My pussy was once again flushed red and the lips glistening with juices. My clit seemed as red and swollen as ever. 

I removed one hand from my breast, making sure that I could still milk myself properly with the other. I felt a rush at the thought that I was milking myself. It felt so dirty, yet right. My breasts had grown for a purpose, and they were now fulfilling it. And it felt amazing. 

My fingers sunk into me, piercing my lips with no resistance. I seemed to open up to accept them, my inner walls engulfing my fingers in a warm, wet embrace. My fingers pistoned in and out of me as I ground the palm of my hand into my clit. The room soon became filled with little shlick sounds and the sound of my milk spraying against the tub. 

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans as I drew closer and closer. Rocking back and forth on my fingers until finally I climaxed, shuddering as it rolled through me. I bit down hard on my lip, determined not to make a sound as I panted heavily. My right breast seemed to explode with milk as a huge gush spurted out, my nipples tingling from the orgasm. 

I caught my breath, listening intently to see if Alex heard me. I couldn't hear him. That didn't prove one way or the other, though. 

I finished up milking myself and stood up to turn on the shower. The warm water flushed what milk remained down the drain. I stood under the water, letting its warmth caress me and run down my breasts. I massaged them, watching the water stream down the smooth skin. The skin on my breasts had seemed so much smoother these last couple of days, like the multitude of hormones inside them was softening it. They glistened as the water flowed over them, looking so big and round. 

I pulled on my nipples, teasing them out after having been milked. I honestly couldn't say that I hated milking myself. It certainly wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. It felt somehow right, like it was a part of me. I shaved my legs, I brushed my long hair, and I milked my breasts. It didn't sound that foreign a concept. Or at least it didn't sound so foreign to me now. If you had have asked me a day ago I probably would have said otherwise. 

I washed my thighs, squeezing my ass as I ran my hand over it. I meant what I thought before, too. My new body felt more womanly. My breasts producing milk just seemed to add to that. I could remember when I first hit puberty and I began developing breasts. It made me feel more mature than the other girls younger than me, like I had crossed a threshold into adulthood. Now I felt like I had crossed one again. I no longer just had small breasts for show, I had large breasts full of milk. Maybe this whole ordeal wouldn't be so bad after all. 

I got out of the shower and dried up. As I went to pick up my panties, I stopped. They seemed to irritate my clit so much these days, and I was just at home. I picked up my skirt and put it on without and panties underneath. It felt fine. I would just have to be careful sitting nearby Alex. With how hard it was to keep my legs crossed lately I could foresee accidently flashing him at some point. 

I picked up my jumper and held it up. It was still damp with my milk. Hmm. 

I cracked the door to the bathroom and peeked out. The hallway was clear. Taking my chance I dashed from the bathroom to my room, my breasts bouncing wildly and freely as I ran. I closed the door behind me, giggling like mad. That felt so naughty. 

I opened my wardrobe to find something else to wear. I really had to do laundry soon. All I seemed to have was T-shirts. I stood staring at my selection of clothes for a good minute. It wasn't just what to wear, it was going out to the kitchen and running into Alex. If I wore a T-shirt my nipples would poke out like mad, and the moment he saw them he'd have questions. 

I had to tell him. It was impossible not to, and leaving it just made things harder on me. With a sigh, I pulled out a black T-shirt and put it on. My nipples cried out as the sensitive skin rubbed against the fabric. I looked at myself in the mirror. A good deal of my midriff was exposed from how much my breasts pulled the shirt up. But my breasts looked good. I hadn't seen them contained in any way since I outgrew the DD cup bra, only ever seeing them hanging freely. They looked good bunched together under the tight shirt. 

I approached the door to my room and hesitated with my hand on the knob. 

'Here goes nothing.' 

* 

The talk with Alex went about as expected. His eyes shot to my large breasts and nipples the moment I went out to talk with him. I explained everything I knew to him. From the doctor's visit to the conclusion that my breasts were growing because I was becoming a hucow. 

'So it's not reversible?' he had asked. 

I shook my head in response. 

'Damn,' he muttered. 

'I think I'll be okay, though,' I said. And I felt it. I was coming to peace with the idea. There were a lot of exciting things about it that intrigued me and if I could get through the milking, possibly one of the most notable changes, then surely I could get through anything else. 

And I didn't have any more issues for the rest of the week. I avoided going to uni and instead listened to the recordings of the lectures online. That allowed me to remain naked far more often rather than be burdened with clothing. 

I awoke on Saturday, not from my alarm, but from the full feeling in my breasts. I looked over at the clock. 7:30am. I was still working out a milking schedule that would allow me to sleep in later. 

It had become a part of my routine now. Wake up, milk myself. Just after lunch, another milking. And finally one more at night, usually accompanied by a long hot shower. That was probably my favourite. It felt so relaxing to sit in the tub with the hot water pouring down over me and milk my breasts dry. 

I got up and grabbed some clothes and a very crucial object before heading to the door to my room. I held back a yawn as I listened outside. Nothing. I cracked the door and stuck my head out. Nope, clear. Cool. 

I opened my door and walked down to the bathroom, trying to step carefully as each bounce from my breasts felt like it would make them explode. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, locking it. A smile spread across my face as I stepped into the bath tub and knelt down. I was already naked and ready. I had stopped wearing any clothes to bed three days ago. After going without panties Wednesday night it was hard to go back to wearing them while in bed. My clit had only grown bigger over the last few days. My initial likening of it to a cherry seemed strangely accurate as it was almost the size of one. It had become near impossible to wear panties without feeling like it was far too stimulated. 

I looked down at what I held in my hand. A large pink dildo with a suction cup at the base. I stuck it to the bottom of the bath tub and shuffled forward until I was perched over it. It nuzzled in between my ass cheeks as I grabbed a breast in each hand, pulling on the long nipples to ready myself. I started squeezing my breasts in rhythmic timing, drawing the milk from me. I felt myself grow wetter and wetter until I felt it was time. 

Letting go of one breast I repositioned the dildo and lowered myself down into it. I sunk down onto it like a knife through butter. I sunk all the way down until the rubber balls rested against my clit. I returned my hand to my breast and continued milking myself, rocking back and forth on the dildo. It felt so good to have my pussy filled while milking myself. As if it was meant to be done this way. I could only imagine what it would be like to be fucked while milking. 

An orgasm built and built the longer I milked myself until it crashed over me. I ground into the dildo as it subsided before continuing to rock back and forth on it again. As my breasts grew bigger they took longer to milk. I had started trying to achieve multiple orgasms in the time it took to milk myself. Three was my record so far but I was sure I could break that soon. 

My breasts were a NNN cup size now. They weighed so much when they were full of milk and took quite a while to fully drain. I was only two weeks into my hucow development, too. The website had said that it takes three weeks to be fully grown. I could only imagine how much bigger my breasts would get by then. I couldn't wait. 

After a while I finished milking and lifted myself up, letting the pink dildo slide out of me. I dried myself off and gave the tub a rinse down, specifically washing the juices off my dildo. 

Now came the worst part of my milking: getting dressed. I put my skirt on without a fuss and then crammed my breasts into the tight T-shirt. None of my small T-shirts could cover all of my breasts anymore. There was always a bit of underboob hanging out the bottom. I had to borrow one of Alex's old ones just to remain modest around the house. 

I grabbed the dildo and snuck out of the bathroom to hide it back in my room. 

I headed out into the kitchen and found Alex preparing himself some cereal. 

'Morning,' I chirped. 

'Morning,' he said, pouring the last of the milk into his cereal. He threw the empty bottle into the bin and brought his bowl over to the table. 'You know, we should start saving your milk to save on our grocery costs.' 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 05



I snorted. 

'If you want to heft these things around, then you can bottle all the milk you want.' 

'Come on Rachel, milk makes up a big portion of our grocery costs. Think of the savings.' 

'No,' I said, hugging my breast to me. 'You're not drinking my milk. That's just weird.' 

'It's just milk,' he said defensively. He pointed at his bowl. 'Besides, this milk came from some other woman. You drink it too.' 

'Sorry, dude. It's a hard no.' 

As I set about making myself some toast I thought about it. I was wasting my milk by letting it go down the drain. If nothing more I could sell it and make some side money. But it wasn't about that. Milking was something personal to me. I liked the time alone with my body. To start bottling it up would ruin that. 

My toast popped with a clang and I began spreading butter over it. Another product of milk. This butter came from some woman. In fact I had the potential for butter in my breasts. My milk could be turned into that, or cream. Oh, it could even be turned into ice-cream. I giggled as I thought about it. Imagine that, making ice cream from my milk and then eating the ice cream to make more milk to make more ice cream. I would be in danger of evaporating into a singularity if I became that self-generating. 

'You going out today?' Alex asked as I came to join him at the table. 

'No, I've still got an essay to finish.' 

All right. Don't get too burnt out, though.' 

I snorted. 'I'm doing a law degree. It's a permanent state of being burnt out.' 

He stood up and took his empty bowl to the sink. 

'Well we should have another party soon. A chance to unwind again.' 

I shrugged. 'Yeah sure, I guess.' 

'Sweet, I'll start planning something. Though, right now I'm heading out to hang with George. Catch you later.' 

'See ya,' I called as he disappeared back to him room, only to emerge again with his bag and shoes. 

As the front door closed behind him, I stripped down again. 

Soon I made my way back to my desk and began working on my essay. The sun rose high into the sky as the hours ticked by and once again I found myself losing focus. 

The mid-morning sun poured in through my window, warming my skin all over my naked body. It felt so relaxing. I found myself staring out the window, watching the clouds. My mind wandered, exploring thoughts and fantasies. I thought back to the dream I had last night. I dreamt of a mysterious man fucking me, his strong firm hands cupping my huge breasts and squeezing the milk from them. I thought back over every detail from the dream, every sensation. 

I blinked, looking back at the computer. I was going to milk soon, but I couldn't wait until then. I was horny now. I felt down between my legs and was met with a familiar wetness already beginning to run down my thigh onto the chair. 

'Not this time,' I mumbled to myself, standing up and heading to the bathroom. I returned with my towel and threw it over my chair. I retrieved my dildo from my wardrobe and sat back down. 

I opened a new tab. What type of porn did I want to look for? I paused thinking. Something rough, that was for sure. 

As I sat thinking, a wicked thought came to mind. Something very dirty. Or was it really dirty for me anymore? 

I typed into the search bar: Hucow porn. A list of videos came up, each one making my jaw drop even further. 

I clicked the first video with trepidation. It opened with the cameraman talking to a hucow. Her boobs were massive. Far larger than my already large breasts. And her nipples too. They were so fat and long, not so much nipples as chubby appendages hanging from the end of her breast. Her clit stood out atop her pussy lips bigger and redder than mine. 

I looked down at my own clit, rubbing my finger around it. My hood still felt stretched around the base of my engorged clit and it was going to have to stretch even further as it grew. I'm not sure if I could take that. Both in terms of intense pleasure and pain. 

'Well I'd ask if you were in heat, but I guess that answers it,' the cameraman said as he focused on her pregnant belly. The hucow giggled playfully as he moved around her. 

Soon a man entered and my eyes went wide at what I saw. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was so long and thick. Beneath it sat two of the largest balls I had ever seen. The skin of his scrotum looked leathery, merging back into normal skin once it reached his body. They bounced between his legs as he approached her. 

'We got a nice bull, just for you,' the cameraman said as she got down on her knees and tried to take his cock in her mouth. It was so big she could only get the tip in. She moved to licking it up and down as she slowly stroked the thick piece of meat with both hands. My hand stroked my own clit as I watch transfixed. 

The hucow on screen finally turned around and got on all fours, her large breasts swinging beneath her. The 'bull' moved behind her, lining his large cock up. 

Surely that wouldn't fit, I thought, watching with rapt fascination. It was far too big. With a thrust he pushed into her, meeting with an initial resistance, before sinking into her, inch by thick inch. Her moans telling me it felt as good as I could imagine it feeling. 

I grabbed my pink dildo and put my ankles up on the desk as he thrust in and out of her with a powerful force. His large leathery balls slapped against her on each thrust, causing her to moan even more. I brought the dildo down to my own sopping pussy and pushed it inside. It slid straight into my well lubricated sex. It wasn't as thick as the bull's cock, but I could imagine that it was him filling me up, stretching out my little pussy to take all of him. 

My other hand found my clit, rubbing it hard as I fucked myself with the dildo. I threw my head back; a moan escaping my lips. The moaning of the hucow brought my attention back to the screen. Her round ass jiggled with every thrust from him. Her whole body shook under the force of him. 

Is that what I had in store for me? I was becoming a hucow. Would I get to fuck a bull like him? To feel what she was feeling right now. 

I moaned louder still as sparks of pleasure shot up me from my clit. My juices dripped down the dildo, pooling around me hand. That tingling feeling returned to my nipples as I drew closer. 

The hucow on screen let out a final moan as the bull speared her to the hilt and held her in close. His cock pulsed again and again and again as he filled her with a non-stop surge of cum. 

My eyes rolled back as my own orgasm hit me. I held the dildo in me as I convulsed around it. The muscles in my pussy milking the dildo for everything it had. Milk spilled from my nipples and ran down my stomach onto the towel. I panted, trying to catch my breath as my eyes fluttered open. 

The bull on screen pulled out of the hucow, a river of cum following him. I played lazily with my clit as I watched. The camera moved in close as she knelt up, letting the remaining cum drain from her pussy and down her leg. 

I pulled my dildo from my pussy. It was coated in sticky juices, as was the towel beneath me. 

I looked back at the screen, my mind still comprehending what I saw. The thought that I would one day be that hucow, fucked and filled with so much cum, filled me with no end of excited anticipation. 

I brought my hand to my breast and gave it a test squeeze. Milk leaked out between my fingers and dripped onto my lap. 

'Screw it,' I muttered to myself. 'It may be early, but I want to milk myself now.' 

I stood up and headed to the bathroom, still clutching the wet dildo in my hands. 

* 

My hands worked at my breasts, milking them to the delight of every nerve inside them. I sat, rocking on my dildo, my eyes closed in a dreamy trance as I enjoyed every second of it. 

I was actually proud of myself. I had managed to finish my essay yesterday, despite the image of that bull fucking that hucow penetrating my mind at every minute. Somehow I had finished it, and now I had all of today to dedicate entirely to those thoughts. I had spent most of the morning after my milking locked inside my room doing just that, only coming out for my midday milking. 

My fingers continued to work the supple flesh, drawing the milk from deep inside my breasts. My thighs were covered in milk, as was the bath tub. I had often wondered just how much I could fill the tub up if I put the plug in before beginning. There was so much milk in me. 

A noise caused my eyes to snap open as I froze, still holding my breasts in my hands. I turned around to see Alex open the bathroom door. Dammit, in my haze I had forgotten to lock it today. 

He stopped in his tracks and looked at me in shock before backing out in a hurry. 

'I'm sorry!' he cried as he pulled the door shut behind him. 

I just stared at the door, unsure of what to say. I quickly surveyed myself, determining what he had seen. He obviously saw my breasts in hand, droplets of milk still dripping from my nipples, but thankfully he probably wouldn't have seen the dildo. Besides the side of the tub most likely hiding my lower half, I was sitting down firmly on it, the rubber balls pushing into my clit and the rest of it deep inside me. 

'That's... that's okay,' I mumbled, though he was long gone. 

I wasn't sure if it was because of the lust clouding my mind or how at ease milking made me feel, but I didn't really care if he saw me. I milked myself three times a day. It was just what I did now. It was who I was. 

I finished up milking and rinsed myself and the tub down. I dried myself off and went to get dressed. I clipped my regular skirt around my waist. It felt like my hips had grown wider still. 

I picked up my shirt and pulled it over my head. I sighed as I fixed my breasts up under the shirt. It was always the worst part of milking. My breasts felt like they were glowing now, a beautiful relaxation spread through every muscle in them like I had just had them massaged for an hour. To stuff them into a tight shirt and subject them to discomfort just felt wrong. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. They filled out so much of the shirt and my nipples were outlined in their entirety. I was wearing this shirt for modesty, but it wasn't that modest. 

I grabbed the hem and pulled it off again, letting my breasts fall back to a comfortable position. I was so much happier like this. I hated having to shove my breasts into a tight shirt just to get a glass of water from the kitchen. And I hated sneaking around to milk myself. I payed equal rent here, I should be able to walk around shirtless if I wanted. 

I grabbed my dildo along with the shirt and stepped out into the hallway. I dumped my stuff in my room and headed out into the kitchen to find Alex. 

'Hey Alex,' I said upon seeing him. 

'Hey, Rachel, look I'm sorry about before- ah!' He turned around and nearly dropped the glass he was holding. 'What-' 

'Would it be okay with you if I stopped wearing a shirt around the house?' I asked. 'My boobs get really uncomfortable if I do.' 

'Uh...' he spluttered. 

'If you're uncomfortable with it I don't have to...' 

'No, no, it's fine. It's weird, but if that works better for you then you can if you want.' 

'Are you sure?' 

'Yeah, I mean... with how big you've gotten it's not like they weren't noticeable, or something.' 

'Plus you kind of already saw them just before,' I grinned. 

'Ah, yeah, about that. I'm really sorry, I should have knocked or something-' 

I held up my hand to stop him. 'Don't be. It's just something I do now. I really don't care, so you shouldn't either.' 

'Okay,' he said. He still looked uncomfortable. 'Just make sure to lock the door in future. I don't want to walk in on you again.' 

'I will,' I said. 

* 

I couldn't have been happier after that. No more hiding. No more discomfort. I still kept a skirt on for the sake of modesty down there, though. I didn't care if Alex saw my boobs, but that was a bit too much. 

I fell into a routine over the week. Get up, go milk myself, put on my skirt, have breakfast, talk with Alex if he hadn't already left for uni, then I'd head to my room, close the door and strip back down to nothing before listening to my lecture recordings and studying. Maybe some masturbation interspersed in there. In fact, I had been using my dildo so much lately I had given up placing it back in my wardrobe and instead just left it on my nightstand. Alex never came into my room anyway, and it was far more accessible there. 

I had given up measuring my breasts daily. I had been curious before to see how big they were getting, but now after seeing the hucow in that porno and knowing that I could eventually be that big, it felt less exciting to document it. All I knew was that I wasn't as big as her yet, but I was getting there. 

Soon it was Friday. I was almost at the end of my three week development period. I was looking forward to finally finish growing so I could buy some clothes and not outgrow them instantly. I still did need some clothes for uni, even if I wanted to just spend every day at home. 

Alex had brought that to my attention on Thursday. 

'Are you planning on going back to uni soon?' he had asked me as I watched him make a stir fry for the both of us. 

'Um, I don't know.' 

'You have to go back some time. Don't you have an attendance grade?' 

'Hmm.' He was right. I could skip a few classes, but after that it did affect my grade. 

And so I had promised myself that I would go to uni today. While I found myself loving the lifestyle I had built up this past week, I was still determined to finish my degree. I had wanted to become a lawyer since high school, and I wouldn't let anything get in the way of that. 

I finished up my morning milking and headed back to my room to find something to wear. There was so little left that I would fit into. After some searching I finally pulled a loose flowing dress from the back and held it up to me. It looked like it would fit. 

I threw it over my head and pulled the fabric down over my large breasts. It was light enough that it didn't bother my nipples too much, but after almost a week with nothing covering them the slightest touch felt irritating. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. My hips and ass were outlined even under the loose fit of the dress. That accompanied by the outline of my large breasts made me look like some kind of Greek goddess of fertility. I just needed some laurels in my hair and it would match. 

As I watched my womanly reflection my hands slowly moved to my flat belly beneath my breasts. Fertility goddess. Hmm. 

I had been having very vivid dreams these last few nights. Dreams of the bull from the porno. Dreams of him holding me down and fucking me like he did that hucow. Dreams of him filling me with so much cum it spilt over and ran down my legs. Dreams of being impregnated by him. How his strong hands would caress my pregnant belly as he kissed me deeply. 

I had never dreamt of being pregnant before. Maybe it was just the image of the pregnant hucow mixing with my own imagination, but the idea still felt somehow right to me. When I sat in the tub milking myself, I always felt so womanly in that moment. I could only imagine how much more content I would feel doing that with a pregnant belly. A life growing in me while my breasts produced so much life giving nourishment. 

My hands fell away from my belly. What was I thinking? I had always been so careful with my birth control. The thought of messing up and falling pregnant was the worst thing I could think to happen to me. And now I was dreaming of this? 

I shook my head, trying to clear the thought from my mind and grabbed my bag. Without another look in the mirror I stepped out of my room and headed for the door. 

* 

I woke up on Saturday from yet another wonderful dream. I dreamt of lying in a sun dappled field, a bull making love to me, my belly already so swollen from him impregnating me previously. 

In my half asleep state my hand caressed over my belly only to find it flat. I sighed, feeling empty, but the images of the dream lingered. I could feel my heartbeat throb within my clit as it demanded attention. 

I sat up and grabbed my dildo, ready to head to the bathroom to milk myself. Yet as I was about to stand I noticed my legs. My inner thighs were slick with juices. There was even a damp patch in bed where I had been lying. I looked down between my legs. My lips were red and swollen, glistening in the morning light. That was odd. Was this another change? I was at three weeks. That should be the end of it. Had I just had a lot of wet dreams or something? Either way I felt the need that my swollen pussy was telling me. 

I stood up and made my way to the bathroom, locking the door behind me and doing my morning routine. Yet as I milked myself I only seemed to get hornier. I came again and again on the dildo, but it just kept building. My clit felt like it was on fire. I needed more. 

My breasts ran dry but I stayed where I was. Rocking on the dildo, trying to satisfy an itch that wouldn't go away. 

Finally, after countless orgasms I stopped myself. Whatever it was, it wasn't going away through masturbating, and I was starving. 

I rinsed myself and the tub down before drying myself off. I could feel the immense heat radiating from my pussy as I dried over it. I clipped my skirt around my waist and headed out into the kitchen. 

'Morning,' Alex greeted me. 

'Morning,' I replied. 

I wasn't sure what I wanted. I was hungry, but my body didn't want food right now. It wanted sex. I ended up settling on some toast. I could at least force myself to eat that. 

As I retrieved the butter from the fridge I felt a wet droplet run down my inner thigh. I quickly rubbed it off with my other leg, hoping that Alex hadn't seen it. Or smelt it. God, I must smell like sex with how hot my pussy was. 

The heat radiating from it was undeniable. I could feel it on my inner thighs. It was like there was an oven inside me. 

'Are you hanging out with George today?' I asked. Hoping that I would have the house to myself again. 

'Ah, no,' he said. 'I've got an essay due Monday.' 

'Uh huh,' I said, grabbing my toast as it popped and cursing internally. Dammit! I would have to try and keep quiet all day. Watching hucow porn on mute and trying to stop the dildo from making squelching sounds inside my sopping pussy. 

Once my toast was buttered I picked up the plate and hesitated, almost shivering from the urges inside me. My nipples were rock hard and sticking straight out. I couldn't sit with Alex like this. 

'I'm going to... go listen to my lecture capture,' I said, excusing myself. 

'Okay then,' he said, as I disappeared down the hallway to my room. 

I shut the door and locked it behind me. I placed the plate on my desk and fell down onto the bed, not even bothering to remove my skirt. My fingers were inside me in an instant, working furiously. With my other hand I bunched my skirt up to my stomach and started rubbing my clit. 

I bit my lip to hold back a moan. I couldn't make a sound. 

Two fingers soon wasn't enough. I inserted a third with ease and continued. But that wasn't enough either. I pushed a fourth in and my pussy opened up to accept it, the slick inner walls providing no resistance. So that was how the hucow took all of that bull's cock. Her pussy was able to stretch so much without any effort. My pussy was able to do the same. I was a hucow just like her now. That meant that I could take a bull in me. My pussy would stretch to accommodate his thick rod. I could almost imagine every thick inch of that pushing inside me, my pussy stretching around it, crying in ecstasy. 

I let out a whimper before biting down hard on my lip 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 05



I mustn't make a noise! 

But I needed it. Oh god did I need it. I wanted a bull inside me right now. His huge balls slapping against me with every powerful thrust. 

My pussy exploded in pleasure, travelling through every nerve in my body all the way to my nipples. I let out a moan as it crashed through me. My hand flew from my clit and I gathered up a bunch of bedsheet before shoving them into my mouth. I moaned deeply into them but the sound still escaped. 

My fingers slid out of my pussy, covered in my sticky juices. I wiped them on the bedsheets and rolled onto my side, my breast falling onto the other with a heavy weight. My legs twitched and spasmed as my clit continued to throb, still burning with unsatisfied desire. 

As I caught my breath I propped myself up on my arm and grabbed a piece of toast. 

Well, might as well get my strength back before round two. 

* 

My horniness didn't subside throughout the day. I lost count of how many times I masturbated. I was worried that I would become dehydrated, what with the constant flow of juices leaking from me. In between orgasms I made sure to drink plenty of water. 

Not even my second milking of the day was enough to end the burning in my loins. As the day wore on and the sun set I became more and more frustrated. Finding no end to this horniness. 

As I plunged the dildo into me one more time, I heard Alex's door open and him walk to the kitchen. I lay there on my bed frozen, listening intently. Though as I waited the desire not to be heard soon began to lose out to the need to keep fucking myself. Modesty was becoming very low on the list of worries right now. 

I started moving the dildo in and out of me again. The soft shlicks echoing around my room. 

As I heard him return a strange thought entered my mind. I wanted him to hear me. I needed more than just this. After a day I had proven that my fingers and a dildo would not satisfy me. I needed a cock. 

I heard his door close again and felt any hope of that dwindle. 

I really did need a cock. I was exhausted from masturbating. I needed someone to fuck me. To take control and satisfy my needs. 

Without thinking I found myself sitting up. I pulled the dildo out of me and stood up, my hands trembling as I approached the door. I gulped and pulled it open, stepping out into the hallway. 

I tip toed my way down to his door, hesitating before it. The need inside me drove me on, leaving no other alternative. 

I knocked. 

'Yeah,' I heard him call from inside. 

I turned the handle and stepped inside. 

'Jesus, Rachel! Why are you naked?!' 

I looked at him with pleading eyes. 'Something's wrong. I need your help.' 

His expression softened as he stared at me. 'With what? What's wrong?' 

I went and sat down on his bed before lying back, pulling my feet up onto the bed and spreading my knees wide. 

'I need you to fuck me.' 

'What?!' he spurted out, his eyes going wide like I had gone mad. 

'Please, I'm so horny. I've been so horny all day. It won't stop.' 

'Rachel, what-' 

'Please,' I begged. 

He stared at me. I hoped he was considering it, but it was impossible to tell. I on the other hand, couldn't stand it any longer. I had gone long enough without any stimulation and my clit was burning. 

My hand shot down to it and began rubbing it. 

'All right, all right,' Alex said, standing up. I could see a tent forming in the front of his pants. 'If you're going to just masturbate on my bed I guess I can help.' 

He leaned over me, unsure of where to start. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off over his head. 

'Oh sure, like it was a hard decision for you to make,' I teased. 

He undid his belt and finally pulled his pants down, his hard cock springing out. 

My hand was straight on it, feeling its length and stroking it. His hand pushed mine out of the way of my clit and he ran his fingers over it. 

'Is that... normal?' he asked running circles around its bulbous shape with his finger. 

'For a hucow, yes.' 

'Wow.' 

I was nearly shaking with anticipation. 

'Come on, get up on top of me,' I said 

I shuffled back further onto the bed as he knelt between my legs. He bit open a condom packet from his nightstand and slipped it over his length. With it on, he guided his cock with one hand until it found home and slid into me. 

I moaned as I felt him plunge into me. Deeper and deeper until his balls rested against my ass. He leant over me, holding himself up on his elbows either side of me. Our body heat intermingled as my nipples rubbed into his stomach. 

He began thrusting in and out of me, picking up pace. 

'God you're so wet, Rachel,' he panted. 

I just moaned in response, wrapping my legs around him. I met his thrusts with my hips, trying to drive my clit into his abdomen. Every little touch sent electricity through me. 

His cock speared into me with vigour. My flatmate's cock. It sounded so naughty. Just a few weeks ago I would never have thought I would be here, underneath him, begging for him to fuck me. 

My moaning grew louder as the ecstasy grew. It echoed around the room. I didn't care. Let the neighbours know that we were fucking. 

I pushed back into his thrusts again and again, nudging my clit into him. The pleasure it brought me grew until finally it spilled over and my legs squeezed tight around him. I threw my head back into the sheets and cried out. My nipples exploded, splashing milk against his stomach and leaking down my waist. I felt his cock pulse inside me and he grunted into my ear. 

We lay there for a moment, him still on top of me, his cock buried deep inside, both panting. He pulled himself up and looked down at me. 

'That was incredible.' 

'Mhmm,' I moaned, caressing his thighs with my hands until he backed up and pulled out of me. 

I watched as he pulled the condom off and tied it up. I sat up and looked down at my pussy. It was still red and slick with my juices, but not a drop of cum leaked from me. All I could picture was that hucow from the porno; all the cum that poured out of her when she stood back up after being fucked. That was what I really wanted. 

My hand began to rub my pussy again, the fire still burning inside me. Alex threw the condom into the bin and looked back at me. 

'Everything all right?' he asked. 

I sighed. 'I'm still horny. This is what I've been dealing with all day. It never seems to go away.' 

'Hmm,' he said, looking at me with worry. 

I stood up and grabbed his hand, leading him to the door. 

'What? Where are we going?' he asked 

'It's almost time for my milking.' 

'And? Why do I need to come?' 

'Because you're going to fuck me while I milk myself.' 

* 

Dreams of bulls and hot steamy sex sailed through my mind that night. In every one my belly was swollen, full of the bull's seed. The thought of it only added to how hot it was. By the time I awoke I was covered in sweat and my inner thighs were slick once more. 

I got up out of Alex's bed, careful not to wake him. We had fucked late into the night, only falling asleep out of pure exhaustion. 

I snuck from his room and grabbed the dildo from my room before heading to the bathroom to milk myself. I decided to leave the door open as I got into the tub. It had felt wonderful to be fucked while milking last night. If Alex happened to wake up and find me in here... 

I set about squeezing my breasts and drawing the milk from them. My pussy still burned with desire. Not even a night of sex had satiated it. I was beginning to get worried. I couldn't go another day like this. I needed help. 

As I rocked back and forth on the dildo my mind searched through every possible avenue. Perhaps I could go to the doctor. Maybe he could give me something to lower my libido. Though, despite the frustration I was feeling at my never ending horniness, the thought of lowering my libido didn't appeal to me. I liked it. I just wanted some breaks in between. 

Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had told me. He had given me a note with the address for the Dairy Farm, saying they had a doctor there for hucows. 

That was it! They would know what was wrong with me and could help fix it! 

I hurriedly squeezed the last drops of milk from my breasts and jumped out of the tub. I practically ran to my room and searched through my drawers until I found the note. The address wasn't too far away. 

I grabbed my dress and threw it over my head before grabbing my keys. The sooner I got there the better. 

* 

The reception hall was quiet as I stepped inside. A woman sat behind the desk, but besides her there was no one else here. 

'Hi, how can I help you?' she asked, smiling as I approached her. 

'Uh, hi. I was recommended to come here by my doctor... to see the doctor here.' 

'Okay then. I'll just grab your name.' 

'Rachel Jones.' 

She typed away before turning back to me. 

'Okay, just take a seat and someone will be out to show you to the doctor.' 

'Cool.' 

I sat down on one of the chairs and waited. My pussy was still burning, but I refused to pay it any attention. 

After a few minutes a woman stepped through the door and approached me. She must have been a hucow. Her breasts were as big as mine. Though, I was taken aback by how she walked up to me completely naked. As if it weren't an unusual thing to do. 

'Rachel Jones,' she asked. 

'Yeah,' I said, standing up. 

'Follow me.' 

She led me in through the door to a carpeted hallway. Many doors lined the walls, each room inside looking like an office. 

I couldn't help but notice the small bump on the hucow's belly. It was something so minor, yet it seemed to make me even hornier to see. 

I tried to ignore it until she stopped at a door and held it open for me. I stepped into a doctor's office, not unlike the one at the clinic. Sitting at the desk was a naked man. I felt my breath catch as I spotted him. His body was rippled with muscles and his face rugged. As I entered he spun his chair around and stood up. As he did a large pair of leathery balls fell between his legs, along with a fat cock. He was a bull. 

'Ah, please, have a seat.' He indicated to the doctor's bed. 

Nervously, I sat down, watching his cock as it slowly lengthened and grew harder before me. I didn't know what to say. The nurse didn't blink an eye at it. Was that just a normal thing around here? I wasn't sure how I was supposed to react, all I could think was dirty thoughts about what I would love to do with it. 

'You can take your dress off if you're more comfortable that way,' the nurse said to me. 

'Um...' I said. It was such a strange situation. I didn't know what to expect. But, the dress was irritating my already desperate nipples. 

I stood up and pulled it off before sitting back down again. The doctor's cock was fully erect as he approached me. It was even more daunting to see up close. Eleven thick inches pointing straight at me. The knob alone was as big as my fist. Large veins ran down his shaft, and those huge balls hanging beneath it, so full of cum... 

'Now what can I help you with today?' he asked. 

'Uh... I've... I came here because I thought this might be a hucow problem... or maybe it's nothing, but I'm not sure. I've been really... uh, horny lately. Like 24/7.' 

'Mhmm,' he said. 'That doesn't sound like anything out of the ordinary. You've just gone into heat.' 

'What?!' 

'Your heat. You're ready to be bred. I assume this is your first one,' he said, turning to the nurse. 'Sarah, is she on record here?' 

'No,' the nurse said, looking over the tablet in her hand. 'I can't seem to find her in any of the databases.' 

The doctor turned back to me. 

'Where did you get your injections? What was the name of the farm?' 

'Uh... I don't know. I mean, I haven't been to a place like this before.' 

He looked at me with a furrowed brow. Even the nurse stopped what she was doing to watch. 

'So who gave you your injections?' 

'Um, I honestly don't know. The best I can tell, it happened at a party that I can't remember.' 

The doctor and the nurse looked at each other. 

'So, you weren't aware that you were injected?' 

I shook my head. 'No.' 

The doctor turned back to the nurse. 

'Sarah, phone around to the other farms and have them do a count of their vials. Do the same for us as well. See if any are missing.' 

'Will do,' the nurse said before stepping out of the office. 

'The legal distribution of the hucow injection is very strict,' the doctor explained to me. 'We'll find out who did this. However, I must ask how you are coping with all this? It must have been a shock to go through the changes blind.' 

I looked around the room, still catching up on what had just happened. 

'Um... it was weird at first, but I kind of like it now. I mean...' I said with a shy smile, 'I like milking.' 

He nodded. 'That is very fortunate, then. To be honest I have never heard a hucow ever wish to go back, but they all knew what they were getting into beforehand.' 

He sat back down at the desk and pulled up a file. His erection still stood straight up between his legs. It hadn't wavered once since I came in. My clit felt like it would burst a blood vessel with how much it throbbed at the sight. My whole body yearned for it. 

'I can enter your information into our database, if you want,' he said. 'That way we can have you on record officially. Plus we have proper milking facilities here. I noticed that your teats seem underdeveloped. I suppose you've been milking by hand up until now.' 

'Can I ask you something?' The words fell from my mouth before I could decide otherwise. 

'Hmm,' he said, still typing away. 

'Why... why have you had a boner this whole time? Isn't it distracting or something?' 

He let out a chuckle. 

'It's because of you. Your heat. A bull can sense it and our body responds.' 

'So...' I started, letting the words linger in the hopes that he might finish them, but he didn't. The head of his cock bobbed ever so slightly as he typed. It was so hard, so thick. I could only imagine how it would feel inside me. That large head forcing its way past my sopping lips. 

Fantasies flashed in my mind. I gulped as I thought of him coming over here and holding me down while he fucked me. Shooting his cum deep inside of me. Impregnating me. Taking me as his. He had said what I was feeling, this 'heat', was a need to be bred. I needed it. I wanted it. God, I could think of nothing I wanted more than that right now. I wanted to be like that hucow in the porno, or the nurse. Bred. 

My feet touched the cold linoleum floor as I stood up from the bed. My heart was racing a mile. I stepped slowly as I approached his desk. He looked up from his computer at me. 

'I want to be bred,' I said. I hadn't been more sure of anything in my life. I didn't care who bred me, I just wanted it now. 

'I can send for one of our bulls-' 

'No. I can't wait any longer. I want it now.' 

He stood up from his chair. He made me feel tiny as he towered over me. 

I held my breath as he stepped around me. He placed his large hand on my back, pushing me forward over the desk. I felt the large head of his cock graze against my swollen pussy. I shivered at the contact, begging for him to put it in. I tried pushing my hips back but he acted first. He grabbed my hips and thrust forward. His cock pushed against my lips, meeting resistance. Though, just as I thought it would never fit, my lips gave way and he plunged into me, causing me to cry out. It was so big. Bigger than anything I had ever had inside me. I struggled to catch my breath as my pussy stretched and expanded, pulling him in further. 

His head nudged against my cervix as he bottomed out. I felt so full. He slowly withdrew. Every nerve along my inner walls felt every inch of him pulling out. The flared ridge of his knob felt like a plug, pushing into my walls as it dragged out of me. 

Without warning, he thrust back in, his large balls slapping against my thighs. His hands moved down from my hips to my thighs before pulling them apart. I complied, letting him reposition me. Everything below my waist belonged to him. He could do with me whatever he wanted as long as he kept that heavenly cock buried deep inside me. 

He pulled out again and thrust back in. This time his balls swung through, slapping into my engorged clit. 

'Oh!' I moaned. He did it again, and again. Every thrust was a mind-blowing combination of my insides being stretched by his cock and a jolt of pleasure from my clit. 

It was everything I had dreamed it to be. The power of his thrusts, the feel of his cock, the thought of him impregnating me. 

My breathing grew more rapid as I met his thrusts. My knees felt weak as the passion grew. Every slap of his heavy balls against my clit became more and more intense. I almost couldn't take it anymore, but I was powerless to stop it. Again and again his balls collided with my clit, the intense pleasure building, until finally, with a scream from me, I exploded in orgasm. His hands grabbed my breasts as I came, forcing them down so my milk splashed against the floor rather than over the desk. 

My knees gave out and he caught me, lowering us to the floor, his cock still buried in me. With my knees on the floor and my toes still twitching as they curled behind him, he resumed his thrusting. He forced my shoulder down until my head rested against the floor, lying in my puddle of milk. It drenched my hair as I looked back at him, but I didn't care. I just kept my ass high in the air for him. 

With one final thrust, he pulled my hips back against his, burying his cock deep in me. His head nudged against my cervix as it plastered it with spurt after spurt of cum. He just kept cumming, emptying his massive balls into my wanting depths. Far more than any guy I had ever been with. Finally, his cock stopped pulsating, but he kept it firmly in me. I could feel cum running down my thigh and dripping onto the floor, but I could still feel so much more inside me. 

A dreamy smile came over me. There was so much virile cum inside me. I would surely fall pregnant. In a few months I would have a large belly like these hucows. Truly bred. 

I was no longer a girl. I was a woman. 

'We can get you set up in a room upstairs if you want,' he panted behind me. 'You can live here with the other hucows.' 

'Mmm, I think I'd like that,' I mumbled. 

* 

Six and a half years later 

'I think we've got them by the balls on this one,' Harold whispered to me. 

'It could still go either way,' I said, watching the judge flip through the pages of evidence. The tense minutes stretched on and on as we waited quietly. I adjusted myself in my seat. My udders were quite full. 

Finally the judge placed the papers back on their desk and spoke. 

'We will adjourn for a brief recess while I review these documents. Court will reconvene at 2pm.' 

'Is that a good thing?' our client asked, looking to us with confusion. 

'Well, it's a lot better than the judge dismissing the evidence out of hand,' I said, standing up and smoothing my business skirt down over my wide hips. I grabbed my briefcase and turned to Harold. 

'I have to go milk myself quickly, he'll most definitely be called on when we come back, so can you prep him?' 

'Sure thing, Rachel,' he said. 'Don't be too long.' 

'K,' I said, stepping around him to leave. 

My heels clacked against the marble floor as I exited the courtroom. A few other people milled around in the hall. Lawyers, clients, people who had come to sit in on proceedings. A group of men watched me as I passed. I smiled to myself as I heard one whisper to the other. I was quite used to men checking me out constantly. 




Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 05



I turned down a hallway pointing toward the bathrooms, watching the doors as I passed. Male, female, disabled, ah, here it is. Hucow. 

I stepped into a warmly lit room, locking the door behind me. I placed my briefcase on the floor and hung my suit jacket up on the coat rack in the corner. I began unbuttoning my blouse until finally I undid the last button and pulled it off, releasing my udders from their confines. I carefully hung the blouse up on the coat rack, too, before bringing my hands to my teats. 

They were sore from being squished into that blouse all day. I ran my fingers along their length. So long ago they had once been tiny nipples, now long, fat teats. 

I strode to the corner of the room, my heels echoing around the small room. I picked up one of the metal milk churns and carried it over to the milking table in the middle of the room. I knelt down and fed the pipes from the machine into the churn. Good, it was ready, and so was I. 

I hopped onto the table, and attempted to lower my udders into the suction cups. However, as I did, I discovered an issue. I stood back up off the table and played around with the levers until the middle section of the table lowered down. 

Much better, I thought, getting back on and lowering my udders into the cups, this time my eight month pregnant belly had room beneath me as I lay down. 

I flicked on the switch and the machine came to life, pulling on my teats in rhythmic tugs. I let out a moan as I felt the milk squirt out through my teats. It was always such a heavenly feeling. My milk splashed loudly as it poured into the churn beneath before beginning to fill up. 

My clit rubbed against my skirt as the machine pulled on my teats. I lifted my hips and hiked my tight skirt up, working it over my wide hips until it was bunched up under my pregnant belly. The air of the room tickled my bare, wet pussy. I never wore panties anymore, not even when I dressed up for court. 

With my clit free, I began grinding it into the padded table, delighting as every nerve in it was stimulated from the contact. 

As my hips grinded into the table, my hand fell to my pregnant belly, running over its firm shape. My little calf grew inside, already growing so big. I had already been bred with seven calves before. This would be my eighth. I loved every minute of it. Being pumped with so much seed from a bull. Falling pregnant was an inevitability with the virility of the bulls. Then his calf would grow inside me, my belly slowly growing, supporting a new life. Until finally I gave birth, giving him a healthy calf in return for how well he bred me. Then I would go into heat again and be bred once more. Sometimes by the same bull, sometimes by a different one. 

Even Alex had bred me. A few years into my time as a hucow I visited him again. It took some convincing, but I eventually sold him on life as a bull. He got his injections, his cock growing so large and thick. His balls becoming so massive, hardening to a leathery texture. I was so excited for him, and so eager to try his new cock. I let him breed me. It seemed only fair given that he had taken care of me during my first heat. He sired a beautiful daughter in me and mounted me many times throughout my pregnancy. After, too. In fact, at times I couldn't keep him off me. Maybe that was his plan, to keep mounting me in the hopes that I was in heat when he did. If so he succeeded. My eighth calf would be out second together. I couldn't be happier at the thought. 

And to think, there was a time when I wouldn't go a day without birth control. When my greatest fear was falling pregnant. If I knew then what I know now, I never would have bothered. Being bred was the life for me. It was what my body was designed for. I couldn't imagine having an empty womb ever again. 

I suppose my fears of falling pregnant back then were due to the worry that I would ruin my career. I made sure that it didn't. I kept going to uni, scheduling my classes around my milking schedule. Writing essays in between being bred by the bulls. I somehow managed to pass one of my classes without even using the textbook, after having to throw it away due to a bull cumming on it. I ended up graduating with flying colours, accepting my diploma with a large pregnant belly sticking out beneath my udders. 

When I pictured myself as a lawyer, I never imagined it anything like this. But I wouldn't change a thing. It was perfect. 

My udders ran dry and I turned the machine off. I sat up, massaging around my teats. The milk churn was completely full, small drips of milk still leaking from the pipes and splashing into the white liquid. 

My heels touched the floor and I stood up on shaky feet. I walked over to the shelf and grabbed a lid for the churn. I screwed it on tight and pulled it out from under the machine. I would have to come back and collect that before leaving this afternoon. The Dairy Farm would take it from me and process it. 

I pulled my skirt back down over my large rump, smoothing the creases out. I grabbed some paper towels and dried my teats off before pulling my blouse back on. I buttoned it back up, adjusting my udders to make sure they sat comfortably. With it buttoned up, I tucked it into my skirt, over my large belly. 

As I pulled my jacket on I looked at myself in the mirror, fixing my hair. Everything looked neat and presentable. No stains from milk or my juices. Time to put on my professional face again. 

With one last inspection, I picked up my briefcase and headed back to the courtroom.



Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm



'Everything all right?' she asked. 

'Yeah,' I said, though it didn't seem to convince her. 

'It's a big step, I know. I was the same when I first came here.' She continued to watch me. 'Do you have any questions about your role?' 

'Yeah, actually,' I said, not knowing where to begin. 'Just, I don't know, tell me more about the breeding. Is it just a one off thing?' 

'Oh no. Most hucows here a bred multiple times in their life. We love it and the bulls love it. I've been bred nine times so far.' 

'Nine times?!' 

'Oh yes,' she said proudly, a dreamy expression coming over her face as her hand trailed its way down to her pussy. 'The bulls love me. Apparently I have quite a fantastic rump. They can't keep off it.' 

'So, where do the... calves go?' I asked, trying to remember the term Violet used earlier. 

'They stay in the nursery until they are old enough, then they go to the top floor where we have a boarding school. Adoption of calves is popular too. We apparently breed much healthier calves than normal people do.' She smiled proudly as her fingers flicked her large bulbous clit. 'As for those who stay here, some get jobs and lives outside and move out when they grow up, while others choose to stay on here. My eldest girl wants to become a hucow like me when she comes of age.' 

The lift reached the ground floor and I followed her out. She led me to a small room this time, which looked a lot like a doctor's office. She opened a cabinet and pulled out some rubber gloves. 

'Ready?' she asked. 

I nodded and sat down on the bed in the corner. 

'Pants off,' she said as she pulled a needle and a vial out of the cabinet. 

I complied and sat back down pants-less as she brought a tray and a seat over. 

'I won't lie, this will hurt. I need to inject the testosterone directly into your balls.' 

I sat up straight. 'What?!' 

'It's daunting, but necessary. Come on, lay back. It'll be over soon.' 

With great trepidation, I lay back and spread my legs. She grabbed my now extremely flaccid cock and moved it out of the way. 

'Hayley may have already told you, but this will cause your cock and balls to grow to a good bull size. It will also help you produce a nice amount of bull pheromones, something that will make you much more desirable for all hucows. The changes won't take long to occur, much quicker than it is for us hucows. Only one night. You'll be ready for Hayley by tomorrow.' 

The needle pierced into my ball with a white hot pain that sent my body rigid. After what felt like an eternity, I felt the needle retract and gauss pressed up against it. 

'Halfway there. Just one more.' 

'Ugh,' I groaned as I waited for the next injection. She pierced the other one and before long pulled it out. Finally. 

'All finished!' she said cheerily. 

'Thank god!' I said, looking down at my poor balls. 

'Okay, up you get. I'll show you to your room while the injection works its stuff.' 

She helped me to my feet and I pulled my pants back up. My balls were tender against my underwear as I walked, each step reminding me of the feeling of the needle prick. She led me back to the lift and to a free room on the floor above Hayley's. 

Once inside I collapsed onto the bed. The ache in my balls dominating any other thought that filled my mind. 

'We'll bring up something for you to eat, but make sure to get some good sleep tonight.' 

'Uh-huh,' I said. 

'Can you feel it beginning to work?' Violet asked as excited as a school girl. She leant her hands on the foot of the bed as she watched me, her udders hanging below her. 

'My balls are definitely tingling.' I said after a pause. It had started small but was beginning to spread through my scrotum. 

Violet did a little bounce and giggled. Her udders bounced around with her. 

'Make sure you sleep without pants on tonight,' she said as she turned to leave. 'Otherwise you'll wake up with very constrained balls.' 

~ 

I woke the next day to Violet entering the room. 

'Rise and shine!' she chimed as she pulled the bed sheet back, exposing me to the cool morning air. 'Mmm, yes. Those do look good now.' 

I opened my blurry eyes trying to work out what she meant when the events of the previous day came rushing back. I sat up and looked down between my legs. There sat the biggest set of balls I had ever seen. Each one was about the size of a grapefruit and the skin on my scrotum had grown much harder and darker, like my balls were wrapped in leather. Even my cock was much bigger. It was longer than before and almost twice as thick. Large veins ran down my shaft, giving it a powerful look. 

Violet eyed my cock hungrily and lifted one of my balls to feel its weight. It felt more sensitive to her touch as she caressed it. 

'Oh yes, you'll make a beautiful bull.' She let go of my ball and held her hand out of me to take. 'Come on. Hayley's waiting for you.' 

I took her hand and stood up. The new weight of my balls was something I had to get used to. Violet took my shirt off and threw it onto the bed. 

'Won't need that anymore,' she said, giving my hardening cock a stroke. 'Welcome to the herd, big guy.' 

She led me out of the room and to the lift. As we walked I couldn't help but notice the other hucows turn their heads as I passed, eyeing me up and down. Though, despite the attention, all I could think of was Hayley waiting for me down in her room, desperate for me to fill her up. 

I struggled with each step, my balls knocking into my legs and throwing off my rhythm. 

Violet noticed this. 'Try tucking your balls behind your legs as you walk. That's what most of the other bulls do.' 

I grabbed my balls, turned them sideways, and pushed them behind my legs. They stayed there, trapped from falling back by my legs. I started walking and found it worked quite well. With each step my balls bounced on the backs of my thighs, but as long as I didn't spread my legs too far, they never bounced back between them. 

We reached the lift and stepped inside. Violet's hand was already between her thighs as she watched my cock in its semi-erect state. Without removing her other hand she reached over and began stroking my shaft. Her fingers barely touched as her hand gripped my new girth. 

'You know, I've been thinking of being bred again...' She bit her lip as she stared at my cock. 'You will have to breed Hayley first, but I think I'll go request that you take care of me next.' 

The lift reached Hayley's floor and the doors opened. 

'You know where her room is, go get her,' Violet said letting go of my cock. Her hand wasted no time finding her teat and pulling on it in time with the strokes of her clit. 'I'll head down to the ground floor and get my breeding signed off.' 

She gave me a wink as I stepped out of the lift and into the hallway. I made my way to Hayley's room, knocking once I arrived. 

'Come in,' Hayley called. 

I opened the door and stepped inside. Hayley was laying on her milking bench, the suction cups working away at her teats. Her face lit up when she saw me and she frantically pushed on the stop button for her milking machine. I could feel myself getting rock hard as I watched her, that curvy rump that I would soon be fucking, those huge udders full of milk, that long red hair, and lastly her big brown eyes. 

She pulled her udders out with a pop and dashed across the room to me, drips of milk flying from her udders as they bounced around. When she reached me she dropped to her knees and cupped my balls in her hands. 

'Wow, they're so big now...' She stroked her hand across them before bringing it to my shaft. Her small hands only made my monster cock look even bigger. As she ran her hands up my shaft I could see a trail of juice leaking from her pussy and running down her leg. 

She wrapped her mouth over the head of my cock, struggling to fit its girth into her small mouth. She pulled her head back and let it fall from her mouth. 

'You ready?' she said, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. 

'Yeah,' I said. God, was I desperate to fuck her. 

She turned around and got down on all fours, sticking her rump up high. Her udders lay against the floor beneath her like large pillows. Her pussy stared up at me, dripping with juices. I couldn't take it anymore. 

I got down onto my knees and positioned my cock behind her, rubbing the large head against her pussy. I lined up and thrust forward. She let out a moan as my cock speared into her. Despite its new girth I felt the muscles of her pussy stretch to take me. She was so wet. 

'Mmm... fuck me! Breed me!' she moaned. 

I pulled back and thrust in again, this time sinking in deeper. My large balls rocked back and forth with each thrust, slapping against her. I pulled back and thrust back into her again, this time sinking all the way in until my pelvis pushed up against hers. My balls made a more satisfying slap that time as I felt a vibration travel up through them. That felt good. Real good. I started thrusting in and out of her more quickly. Each slap of my balls bringing me a shock pleasure and each thrust eliciting a loader moan from her. I could feel something boiling up inside me as I thrust harder and quicker into her. An animalistic urge. There was something so primal about us fucking. We were two animals breeding, losing ourselves to our instincts. Nothing else mattered beyond just us fucking right here, right now. 

I thrust harder and harder. Hayley's moans came out in ragged bursts between each thrust. Each time I pounded into her she slid forward on the floor a bit. Her udders were squished hard between her and the floor, and with each heavy thrust some milk squirted out. 

'Oh god... oh... oh... oh fuck yeah!' Hayley panted. 

A small pool of milk was soon forming I thrust my cock in and out of her. She turned her face sideways and lay it on the floor, her eyes watching me as her mouth hung open in eternal pants and moans. As I fucked her I reached under her and grabbed the fleshy mound of one of her udders. The skin was warm between my fingers as I squeezed it. A jet of milk shot from her teat, adding to the ever growing puddle beneath her. She began making little squeaks as her eyes rolled back and her body tensed up. Her pussy milked my cock with each thrust as her muscles clenched. She held her breath as the orgasm rolled over her before letting out a loud moan that the other hucows surely heard. Good, let them, I thought, let them her me breed her. 

I kept thrusting as I felt my own orgasm building. My balls churned as my cum built for release. I thrust one final time into her, grabbing her under her udders and pulling her back against me. She let out a long moan as I shot gooey ropes of cum deep inside her fertile womb. I couldn't believe how much I came as my cock continued to contract and shoot more and more cum from my grapefruit sized balls. It spilled over from her well fucked hole and dripped down my cock. She looked back and leaned up to kiss me deeply as my cock began to soften inside her. 

She broke off the kiss and pushed some of her sweat (and possibly milk) soaked hair back from her face. 'That was amazing.' 

'God, I've never had sex that good before,' I panted back. 

'Neither.' She leaned in to kiss me again. 'God it feels so wonderful to be bred. I can feel your cum deep inside me.' 

She wiggled forward and my cock plopped out of her. She turned around on all fours, her teats dragging lines of milk across the floor, and licked my cock clean of both of our juices. She made sure to keep her rump high in the air to keep all of my cum inside her. 

She cupped her udder and gave it a squeeze. 'I think I should finish up my milking,' she said, looking at the puddle she left on the floor. 'I clearly was still a bit full.' 

She cupped her hand tight over her pussy and stood up, making her way to the milking table as quickly as she could. Once she had her udders securely in the cups she stuck her rump back up into the air with a satisfied look on her face at not having spilled a drop. 

I stood up and lay down on her bed to watch her when the door opened. We both looked up as Violet entered. 

'How did it go?' she asked Hayley. 

'Wonderful,' Hayley said dreamily as the machine pulled rhythmically on her teats. 

'Aw, I'm so happy for you Hayley,' she said before stepping over to me. As she approached I could see just how much her pussy was dripping juices down her thighs. 

'I got everything sorted down in admin,' she said, getting down on all fours before me. 'I'm ready to be bred again by a big strong bull.' 

Her rump called invitingly to me. Her large clit poking out so red and swollen. It looked almost painful as it strained to be attended to. 

I looked over at Hayley as she lay there with her rump high in the air full of my cum. 

'What are you waiting for?' she asked me, motioning toward Violet's raised rump. 'Mount her.'