‘And this is where the milk is stored.’
I looked up at the big metal containers that filled the room. Pipes spiralled out of them and into the walls, reaching far into the facility beyond. A truck pulled into the loading bay, filling the room with the echoing roar of its engine.
‘IT GOES FROM HERE TO THE BOTTLING PLANT!’ Jodie shouted over the noise of the truck before the engine cut and silence once more filled the room. ‘Ah, that’s better.’
I watched as men guided a pipe onto the top of the tanker truck, barking instructions at each other as they maneuvered it.
‘Will I need to help with filling up the trucks?’
‘Oh no, that’s for the factory crew. We work inside.’
She motioned for me to follow her and we stepped back through the offices to the barn. I gazed around at the piles of paperwork and spreadsheets open on computers. Jodie noticed my bewildered look.
‘Don’t worry, we have the easiest job here. Everything else is taken care of by those who know how to.’
‘Okay.’
I hoped she was right.
We stopped by a stall where a group of two other workers were standing.
‘Fellas, this is Melissa. She’ll be working with us starting today.’
‘Welcome.’ One of them waved to me before turning back to his partner. ‘You got that leash on yet?’
‘Yep.’
I felt my heart quicken as I watched. The first worker opened the stall gate wide to let the other guide a large muscular man out. He was completely naked with his member swinging heavily between his legs with each step. It had to be at least 10 inches long, and he wasn’t even hard. He was a bull.
‘You’re welcome to let the newbie observe, Jodie. She can learn from the best for a change.’
Jodie turned to me with a smirk.
‘This is Sydney. He’s an ass.’
‘Yeah man, finest ass on the farm.’
Sydney accentuated his stride with some over-exaggerated hip swings.
Jodie laughed. ‘You know you’re standing next to a bull when you say that.
The bull’s ass looked like it was chiselled from stone. The muscles of his back led down to it perfectly.
‘Damn right.’ Sydney slapped the bull’s ass. ‘C’mon, get it cowboy! We’ve got some fun for you today!’
‘Sydney’s giving a great example of how not to act when working here.’
‘Don’t listen to her. Having fun with the work is what makes the days go by faster.’
I followed them through the barn until we stopped by a stall. Once again, my heart beat fast as they opened the gate. Inside lay a blonde woman completely nude. Her breasts were unthinkably huge, spilled out on her bed of hay. She was a hucow.
She shot up as Sydney led the bull into her pen. He began to pull on the leash, grunting at the sight of the hucow. His cock lengthened and stood up before him; rock hard in a second. She also reacted to his presence, getting up onto all fours and turning around to present to him. She looked back over her shoulder, ignoring everyone else in the pen. Her eyes trained on the bull.
Sydney unclipped the leash and let the bull go. He ran straight to the hucow, plunging his cock into her waiting pussy. They both moaned loudly as they began to rut. It made me a bit embarrassed to hear just how wet she already was. His cock glistened every time it emerged from her flushed lips. I couldn’t believe how much of his huge cock was disappearing inside her. It just didn’t make sense.
I jumped as Jodie tapped my arm.
‘While the bull breeds her, we get to work. Don’t worry, they’ll be going at it for a while.’
She led me away, showing how to clean the stall and add new straw to her bed. All the while, I found my gaze drawn back to the hucow moaning beneath that bull.
Eventually the bull let out a long grunt, pulling himself deep into the hucow. Cum overflowed from her pussy, pooling on the floor between her legs.
‘Dammit!’
Sydney threw his broom while his co-worker cheered. Perplexed, I watched as he pulled a twenty from his pocket and slapped it into his co-worker’s hand.
‘Ol’ ten-minute bull.’ He said, flexing the twenty between his hands.
Sydney patted the bull’s chest as he re-attached the leash.
‘C’mon, man. What was all that stamina training for.’
‘Stop horsing around you two.’
Jodie got the mop bucket ready, motioning for the hucow to be moved away from the pool of cum on the floor.
‘#926 over in barn four can last thirty minutes.’
‘Then go train him.’
The bull huffed and grunted as he was pulled away from the hucow.
‘I know, boy. She is a pretty hucow.’ He looked over her. ‘Hmm, maybe that’s the problem, I’d bust fast with her too.’
‘Oh my god, can you focus on your job and not your wank fantasies for a moment!’
‘Fine, fine. Are you going to show the newbie how to clean this guy?’
‘Yeah, here.’ She handed him the mop in exchange for the leash.
‘Wait, no. Don’t you want to finish mopping first?’
Jodie smirked.
‘Have a little fun with it. It’ll make the day go faster.’
She motioned for me to follow her as she led the bull out of the pen. I looked back one last time at the hucow, still with her ass in the air, her legs twitching ever so slightly.
‘I’ll show you how to clean the bulls after they’ve mated. We pride ourselves on keeping our livestock in the best condition here.’
‘That was all… a bit intense.’
‘You haven’t seen them mate before?’
‘No.’
‘Your school didn’t have a trip to a farm?’
‘We did, but there wasn’t any breeding going on when we were there.’
‘Ah, well you’ve seen it now. It’s quite rough, isn’t it? But this boy did well, didn’t you?’
She gave him a scratch behind the ear. His gaze fell down onto her and he reached for her ass with a large hand.’
‘No!’ She slapped it away. ‘They are mostly calm after mating. We sometimes get the men to handle them before as they can be a bit rowdy.’
I looked over the bull. His eyes had looked wild when he was mating, but they seemed vacant now.
‘How stupid are they?’
‘Very. They’re like animals. All that goes on in that brain is eating, sleeping and mating.’ She opened the pen gate and led him back inside. ‘Get me that bucket and sponge. We need some warm water and soap.’
I filled the bucket and brought it over to her.
‘Good, now watch. We want to wash them thoroughly.’
The bull moaned as she scrubbed the sponge over his chest. She smiled.
‘You like that, do you boy?’ She turned to me. ‘They always like this part.’
She brought the sponge to his still-sticky cock and washed it. As she moved the sponge over its length it grew hard in her hands.
‘This does make it easier to clean. But be careful not to get him too excited. We sell their cum to ranches around the world. The company will get very upset if you waste a drop of it having fun.’
I stared at the huge cock pointing at me. It twitched with every stroke of her sponge. He tried working his hips into her strokes, but she admonished him every time.
‘Now we give him a quick rinse off under the shower and we’re done.’
‘That doesn’t seem too hard.’
‘It isn’t, but you’ll be doing it a lot. He’ll probably go to sleep now, so let me show you some of your other tasks.’
She led me out of the pen and around the rest of the barn. Every now and then I could hear a hucow moaning at the top of her lungs as she was bred somewhere in the endless rows of pens.
~~~~~~
A few months had passed since I started working at the dairy farm. Jodie had introduced me to all aspects of maintaining the hucows and bulls. Cleaning, feeding, milking, giving them exercise, helping with medical check-ups. I had become a real farmer.
I walked around town on my day off. A day like today called for some shopping. The farm paid well and I could use some new clothes.
Soon I had a few bags in hand of various things. A café sat on the corner of a street. It was about morning tea time, and I could use a coffee.
As I approached, a well-dressed woman excited a shop ahead and strode toward the café. She held a leash, pulling a hucow behind her. It had become a fashionable thing to have a pet hucow, though I had never understood it. She followed her on all fours, her huge breasts hitting the pavement with each step. Luckily this owner was kind enough to have protective nipple cups on her. They clinked against the ground, giving almost a bell-like sound to her movement.
I watched as she tied the hucow’s leash to a post and headed inside the café. The hucow sat back with a confused look at the door. Her huge breasts took up most of her front. I couldn’t imagine having tits that big. I was a nice perky B-cup. Manageable. The hucow before me couldn’t move her arm without knocking her pendulous breasts.
I could remember the first time seeing a hucow on a school trip. A real one, that is. Not the cartoony buxom woman with a cowprint bikini that they showed in ads. It was on a field trip during our last year of school.
Actually, the first real hucow I saw wasn’t even the one worth remembering. It was my classmate.
I didn’t know her. She always sat at the back of the room and kept to herself. I went to the same primary school as her and could remember the day when we talked about what our parents did for work. She had said that her mother became a hucow after she was born. Some of the girls teased her for that as we grew older. Cruel words about how many brothers and sisters she’d have by now as her mother was bred again and again. I had never even learnt that hucows got bred until high school. There is always that one kid who knows these things when you’re kids.
Near the beginning of our final year of high school she disappeared. I had just assumed she transferred schools at the time. Then we found her at the farm during our field trip. She had huge cow tits and was on all fours, the milk pumps pulling at her teats. She was pregnant too, a breeding hucow like her mother. She only barely seemed to recognise us, though she couldn’t focus as her eyes kept rolling back during her milking. I had given her a pat, but she kept pushing her butt into my hand. At the time I thought she didn’t want me to pat her, but knowing what I now know from the farm, she was undoubtedly horny and wanted me to play with her needy pussy. Hucows always seem to be wet.
I had always wondered what drove her to become a hucow. Had the words of those girls led her to believe that she was destined to become like her mother? Or had the endless descriptions of how much her mother was getting bred excited her into curiosity?
The hucow in front of the café stood back up on all fours and walked toward the gutter. She squatted her pussy down low and began to urinate. I could never imagine being like that. Naked and peeing in public. She pawed at her nipple cups, trying to free them, but she couldn’t work it out.
Some teenage boys nearby began pointing and whispering excitedly amongst themselves. It annoyed me. Couldn’t they show some decency and look away? Sure she was a hucow, but her body still resembled a woman’s. These stupid kids, acting like seeing a hucow was anything worthwhile. What would they think if they saw a real woman’s body like mine?
I suddenly had a mental image of myself in the place of that hucow, huge tits and all, getting ogled by those horny boys. I shook my head, but the surreal feeling of that situation lingered.
I hurried into the café, turning my back on the leashed hucow.
~~~~~~~~~
I sat on a stool in #1134’s pen, watching her be milked. She was an Asian lady who looked to be in her 40’s and was around nine months pregnant. Her records said she had been here for 3 years.
How did she get to the point of wanting to become a hucow?
She moaned in pleasure as the pumps tugged on her teats. She tried rubbing her pussy, but she didn’t look satisfied from it.
‘Here.’
I shuffled over and swatted her hand away. I inserted two fingers into her pussy. She was hot to the touch inside, and more wet than I had ever been in my life.
‘Does that feel good?’
She didn’t respond. Just continued to moan. I could hear another hucow moaning loudly as she was bred elsewhere. It was a common sound here.
I inserted another finger. Her pussy was so puffy and soft. Hucows had extra fat around the walls of their pussy. It was just something about their physiology. It made their pussies very pliable. More so than a normal womans.
I pulled my fingers out and squeezed my hand into a thin shape. I pushed my hand back into her and felt the folds of her pussy stretch to accept the invading mass. My hand and then wrist sank into her, her soft walls pressing down on me.
‘You like that, don’t you girl?’
She looked back at me and for a moment I thought she might have understood my words, but she just stared at me with vacant eyes, pushing her hips back on my arm.
‘Blink twice real fast and I’ll push in deeper.’
She just stared back.
‘Figures.’
I pushed my arm in, seeing how far it would go. Hucows had longer birth canals than humans. Given the size of a bull’s cocks, they needed to. The first time I had felt around inside one, I had understood how that bull’s cock had disappeared inside that hucow so easily.
I felt my fist bump against her cervix. So close to reaching my elbow, but no cigar. I pulled back a bit and played with her cervix with my finger. One more quirk of hucows, their cervix was always at a certain state of dilation compared to humans. Or maybe they were just as pliable as their pussies. I inserted my finger into her cervix and felt the muscles squeeze around it. She seemed to like that. I could feel the amniotic sack of her baby press against my finger. I should be careful not to damage it.
‘Who were you before you came here?’
No response.
‘Were you smart? A career woman? A housewife?’
My thoughts returned to the girl from school’s mother. Had this lady left a family behind to be milked and bred all day without a care in her head?
‘How does it feel? Being bred like this?’
Her eyes bore into mine, her eyelids flickering at my slightest touch against her cervix. She looked like she was in so much pleasure.
I heard footsteps approaching the pen and quickly pulled my arm from her pussy. I covered it with a towel as Jodie peeked over the fence.
‘Hey, can you give #988 a clean?’
I hid my arm as best I could. It was glistening with #1134’s juices.
‘Was that who I was hearing?’ I asked.
‘His bitch, yeah. Come have lunch after you’re done.’
‘Okay, I will.’
She left, leaving my heart racing. I could have just said that I was checking how her pregnancy was going, but I panicked. Why did I panic? Were my thoughts really that guilty?
#1134 remained where she was, moaning on all fours as her milk pumps worked away at her teats. I finished wiping her juices from my arm and threw the towel onto the stool.
‘Have fun.’
I closed the pen gate behind me and headed for #988’s. I waved to my co-workers as I passed them. Sydney was exceptionally animated today.
‘You on lunch now?’
‘No, I have to clean #988.’
‘Ha! You’ll be there for a while. I promise I won’t eat all the fried rice before you’re done.’
‘I’ll see you guys in a bit.’
I soon arrived and opened the pen gate to #988’s stall. He sat on the hay, looking spaced out. There were strands of cum stuck to his cock.
‘Oh, #988. I swear you get more on you than in her.’
He perked up upon seeing me and stood up. His cock slowly growing.
‘Down boy. Geez, are you that happy to see me?’
My curiosity for the intelligence of the livestock played on my mind as I filled a bucket with warm water. I sat him back down as I approached, keeping his hands away from my hips.
‘What’s two plus two?’
He grabbed my ass, one of his large fingers making contact with the skin close to my labia through my pants. I would be lying if I said it didn’t give my pussy a shock.
‘Nooo~. What’s two plus two?’
He looked at me blankly.
‘Well, maybe you’re just like a dog instead; excited to see his favourite keeper.’
I washed him down, feeling his hard cock throb between my hands as I scrubbed the mess from it. He grew more and more excited, bucking his hips into my hands.
‘Ahh!’
I gasped as I was knocked back off my stool, reaching out with my hand to stop his cock from jabbing into my stomach.
‘Be careful, big guy. Why do you always have so much energy with me?’
My left hand was now sticky with his cum from where I had blocked his cock. I should have cleaned from the tip down. As I stared at the sticky mess on my hand, a thought popped into my head.
I lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted a bit of it. To my surprise it didn’t taste too bad. I’d sucked off a guy before, and it was salty and gross. This seemed sweeter. Less salty. Something was different about it.
‘You should let some of the hucows suck you off. They’d enjoy this.’
She knew that would never happen. They both just wanted to breed. Fellatio was a bit beyond their brainpower.
I took one more taste of his cum before washing my hand in the bucket. It tasted somewhat familiar. I could swear I had eaten a cake that tasted like this once. Maybe bull cum was sold to more places than just ranches without bulls.
‘Come on, boy. Let’s finish getting you cleaned up.’
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I found myself masturbating more since beginning work at the farm.
Being around hucows mating and cleaning cocks was having an effect on me. At least that was how I reasoned it. My fantasies drifted toward thoughts of the bulls fucking me or being stripped naked in front of my co-workers like one of the hucows.
These fantasies had become a worm that buried itself deep in my thoughts. Seeing a bull and hucow mating would remind me of fantasies from previous nights. I found myself enjoying cleaning the bulls after their mating more and more.
One day I joined Jodie in a pen as she hooked a hucow up to a milker.
‘Do you ever find it sexually charged working here?’
She looked up at me with a wry smile.
‘Oh, got your eye on someone? What’s his name? Let me guess, Geoff from the factory crew?’
‘What? No, nothing like that.’
‘Aw, it’s okay. You can tell me. I can hook you two up.’
‘I meant do you, you know… ever find it weird working around all this breeding?’
‘Hmm? No.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah, I mean, they’re just livestock, Melissa.’
‘Yeah, but…’
I was starting to feel foolish. She stood up and dusted the hay from her pants.
‘Maybe you’re just still a bit awkward with it all. I was at first.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah. Don’t tell Sydney, but taking up his joker attitude to it all might be good for you. Don’t worry. I get it. The bulls have some pretty big dicks, but they’re just livestock.’
I looked down at the hucow being milked. Such huge breasts attached to such a small frame. Her pussy pliable enough to take such a huge dick inside her. Nothing but pleasure for the rest of her life. It wasn’t just the bulls that I was thinking of.
~~~~~~~~~~
It was late one evening as I cleaned up from the day. Jodie called me over and gave me the job of giving some of the livestock a bath.
‘Once you’ve cleaned them you can go home for the day.’
‘Okay.’
I worked through the list of mostly hucows. They pressed into my hands as I washed their bodies. My hands sunk between their huge breasts numerous times as I tried to clean them. They were very affectionate to anyone’s touch.
Finally, I was down to the last one. #988. The only bull on my list for tonight.
As I stepped into his pen he stood up.
‘Hey big guy. Ready for a good clean?’
His cock lengthened and rose until it stood tall and erect.
‘Excited to see me already?’
I checked the schedule for the day. ‘Ah, I see, you haven’t had anyone to mate with today.’
His cock pressed into me as I got some soap and water. I had to keep swatting it away.
‘You’re really excited today, aren’t you?’
I had never dealt with a bull who hadn’t mated that day. He was determined to mate.
‘I’m not a hucow, buddy.’ I laughed as his cock kept prodding into me as if he was searching for a hole to satiate his lust. I scrubbed the sponge over his chest, feeling his heart beat like a drum in his chest.
‘You want it bad, don’t you?’
Was it normal to leave the bulls for days without letting them mate? Didn’t their cocks get milked to sell their cum? The poor guy desperately needed release.
‘Maybe I can…’
I’d get in big trouble if they saw me spilling bull seed, but there must have been a mistake to leave him like this.
I put the sponge down and caressed my fingertips over the swollen glans of his knob. He shuddered and pushed his cock further into my hands.
‘Okay, okay. Just leave it to me.’
I kept my voice low. Most people had gone home, but I didn’t want anyone to know what was going on. I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was so big I couldn’t even connect my fingers around its girth.
‘You’re a big boy, aren’t you?’
I began to stroke. His cock was so hot in my hands, even hotter than the water. I felt myself growing wet as my fingers stroked over the raised ridge of his glans. What would that feel like inside me? It was way too big. Or was it?
I gave a quick look around before pulling my pants and panties down to my ankles.
‘Okay, go slow big guy.’
I turned around and guided his cock to my pussy, unsure if this was a good idea or not.
Something flicked in his brain and he registered a pussy before him. I suddenly couldn’t keep a hold on him as he pushed forward with beast-like strength. He forced me to the ground with the weight of his body as his cock tried to pierce my pussy lips. I held back a scream as his knob spread my lips to breaking point. It felt like my pussy was being ripped open.
My heart did a flip as I suddenly felt his glans sink past my lips. He was in. I was being fucked by a bull’s cock. It hurt to have my pussy spread that wide, but the rush was incredible.
He tried forcing more of his cock inside me, but it wouldn’t budge. I was at breaking point. My lips were on fire, stretched paper thin around the huge mass parting them.
Strange moans escaped me, part groans, part moans of deep and instinctual lust. Jodie must have heard, because the next thing I knew, she was shouting and prying #988 off me. My pussy suddenly felt a vacant void fill it as his cock was pulled from me. The muscles strained as there was suddenly nothing pushing back against them. I must have been gaping pretty badly right now.
I rolled over to see Jodie hitting #988 with a crop. The lust to mate with me still burning in his eyes.
‘Get out and wait for me in the lockerroom!’
I stumbled to my feet, pulling my panties and pants back up. I stepped out of the pen on wobbly legs. My heart racing at the prospect of what was going to happen to me now. Yet not just that, also at what had just happened. The feeling when his glans slipped in and I had all of him inside me replayed over in my mind. He was so big.
I tried sitting down in the lockerroom, but my pussy ached. So I stood. Jodie entered after a few minutes.
‘What were you thinking?!’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘I told you not to jerk them off, I didn’t think I’d need to tell you not to try and fuck them! What the fuck were you thinking?!’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Are you hurt?’
My pussy still ached. His cock had forced its way inside me so roughly.
‘No.’
‘Are you sure? I’m responsible for your actions in this barn.’
‘Yeah. I’m fine.’
She glared at me in silence for a bit. My heart was still racing from before.
‘Well alright then. I’ll keep this quiet this time, but if this happens again it’ll be on you.’
That night I masturbated harder than I ever have in my life.
~~~~~~~~~~
I spent my next day off shopping again. This time for something other than clothes. Hidden in a brown paper wrapping at the bottom of another shopping bag was the largest dildo I could find in a sex shop. I was disappointed to find that it wasn’t as big as #988’s, but it would be enough. I needed that feeling of being stretched out again. To relive that moment.
On the way home I spotted that café again. A sign hung in the window saying “hucow friendly” with a drawing of a hucow on a leash.
I stepped inside to get a coffee. The woman from last time sat at a table with a portly man I could only assume was her husband. The hucow sat beneath the table. Our eyes connected for a moment.
I ordered my coffee and stood aside to wait. The hucow stared at me. It began to make me feel uncomfortable. Could it tell what thoughts were going on in my mind? Could it smell the scent of a bull on me now? Little beads of white began to form at the end of her teats, dripping onto the floor.
A small pool of milk began to form beneath her. It made my nipples hard. I knew from the hucows at the barn that if I reached out and gave her breast a good squeeze she would cry out in pleasure. What did that feel like? To have tits overflowing with milk? To have that milk sucked out of sensitive teats?
Her owner noticed the pooling milk and gave the hucow a hard slap of her pendulous breast. It slapped into the other, spraying milk as they jiggled beneath her.
‘Harold, you need to give that Italian manufacturer a call. That stupid pump isn’t emptying her enough!’
‘It’s fine dear, they just produce a lot of milk.’
‘It’s not fine! People will think we’re not milking her enough. I won’t be seen like that!’
I stared at the hucow, zoning out of my surroundings, imagining myself sitting in her place, my huge breasts leaking milk. If I were her, I’d want to be at the barn, not a pet to this woman. At least there I’d get good milkings and bred regularly.
I shuddered as I thought of #988’s cock again.
‘Miss?’
I shook myself back to reality as the barista called to me, holding my coffee.
I muttered a thanks and hurried out of the café. The first thing I’d be doing when I got home was trying out this new dildo. I wanted my pussy to be stretched out so much tonight that I’d still be gaping by the morning.
~~~~~~~~~~
I found myself getting lost in my thoughts during each day of work. Jodie supervised me if I ever had to clean a bull, but left me alone with the hucows. I watched them closely, trying to imagine what that would be like.
I groped and fisted them as much as I could, watching how their bodies reacted to my touch and wondering if that was what I wanted. I nursed from a hucow’s teat like a babe, feeling the long, squishy nipple fill my mouth as I sucked her milk from her. I wanted my nipples to be like this, dragging along the floor beneath huge tits. As long as it meant that I could fuck the bulls whenever I wanted. I even pulled one’s head up while she was being milked and kissed her, trying to find some answer in that.
Jodie called me over one day to ask for help with a breeding. I helped her as she leashed up the bull and led him out of his pen. She still watched me closely. Was it that obvious how much I quivered at the sight of a bull?
She asked me about my rounds that morning, making idle talk to probably keep my mind off the bull.
When we reached the hucow’s pen, I suddenly realised who it was. The Asian woman in her 40’s, #1134. Her belly was flat now, having given birth a month ago.
‘She’s ready to be bred again,’ Jodie said, closing the pen behind us.
#1134 saw the bull and turned over onto all fours, pushing her pussy out for him. Once the leash was off the bull mounted her in an instant, rutting like a beast. Her moans resonated in my ears. She was loving this. The memory of her pregnant body not long ago lingered in my mind. She was already desperate to be bred again. That was all these hucows could comprehend. Eating, sleeping and mating. Mating. Breeding.
‘We should start cleaning up her pen. It looks like she wet herself with excitement when we brought the bull in.’
‘I want to become a hucow.’
Jodie stopped and looked at me.
‘What?’
‘I want to become a hucow.’
‘I know watching two go at it can be exciting, but you don’t want that.’
‘I do. I really do.’
I started rubbing my pussy through my pants, watching the hucow and bull mate. I didn’t care if she saw me doing it, I would be naked and breeding soon anyway. Soon. My heart leapt at those words. I had finally accepted it and was so close to being bred by a bull. Experiencing endless pleasure every day.
‘It’s not so simple. You’d be giving up your humanity. Your mind.’
‘I don’t care. I really need this.’
She looked me over for a bit, biting the inside of her cheek.
She craned her neck out of the pen and called someone over.
‘Watch these two while they mate, I’ll be back soon. You! Come with me.’
I followed her out of the barn and toward the offices, my heart beating so hard in my chest. Was I really doing this?
She sat me down in an office and searched around in a filing cabinet. A piece of paper and a pen was dropped in front of me.
‘If you’re absolutely sure of this, then here.’
She sat down across from me with a copy of it.
‘I need to read you the warning that this procedure is permanent and you have severely reduced intellectual capacity.’ She lowered the form and looked over at me. ‘You’ll be dumb. As dumb as the livestock out there. You know this, you work with them every day.’
‘I know.’
‘And you still want to be a mindless breeding machine like that?’
I nodded. She raised the form again.
‘This here is a waiver of your human rights and a transfer of property, you, to the milk company. You will be legally a hucow. So, do you want some time to think this over?’
I stared at the paper, my whole body shaking. I was nervous to do this, but the image of those two mating replayed in my mind. My nightly masturbation sessions with the dildo that I wished could be a bull’s cock. I had been wanting this for a while.
I picked up the pen and signed the form, breathing a sigh of relief once it was done.
‘Alright then.’
She held out a hand and I shook it.
‘It was a pleasure working with you, Melissa. I guess we’ll have to find a new employee.
She stood up and beckoned for me to follow. She led me through the building until we reached the medical side. She knocked on the door and someone in a white coat answered. Behind them was what looked like a doctor’s office.
‘Melissa here has filled out the paperwork to become a hucow. I know it’s a late entry for the day, but could you get her set.’
The doctor nodded and motioned for me to step inside.
‘Please take off your clothes,’ he said.
With one last goodbye, Jodie closed the door behind her, leaving me with the doctor. Everything suddenly felt very real now.
I disrobed, feeling self-conscious as I pulled down my panties and took off my bra.
‘There’s nothing to be embarrassed by, you’ll soon be naked every day. But for some comfort, shame is one of the first things to go after we give you the drugs.’
I laid back on the bed as he swabbed my arms and prepared needles. That was a comforting thought as he worked: that I would soon be naked every day as a hucow. It was finally happening.
He injected chemicals into me, all the while explaining that I would soon go to sleep and the whole thing would take about 20 hours.
I soon found myself growing drowsy, falling asleep to the wonder of what those huge breasts would feel like.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Melissa woke up the next day. She stirred under the weight of her new breasts. She looked down at them curiously, poking at them with her fingers. She had once been a B-cup, but was now closer to a P. They rested heavily on her stomach and were far more sensitive, causing her to squirm with each poke. At the end of each breast her nipples had elongated five times their size as a result of the drugs.
She grabbed one, shuddering from the sensation, only to then try again.
‘Ah, you’re awake.’
The doctor entered the office, pulling his chair over to her bed.
‘Let’s do some tests.’
He took one of her breasts in his hands and rolled it around, squeezing every bit. She bit her lip as pleasure washed across her. He pulled on her nipple a bit before giving a good squeeze. Her toes curled beneath the bed sheet as a mounting wave of pleasure built in her breast. Finally, it exploded across her as a drop of milk leaked from her teat.
‘Good. Milk flow looks fine.’
He checked the other breast before moving on. The sheet was stripped back, exposing her legs. He roughly pulled her forward and pushed her legs apart. His inserted his fingers into her pussy, splaying them out to test how much it stretched.
‘Tissue build-up around the labia and inner walls. Good stretchability.’
He made a note before pulling his sleeve up and forcing his hand into her. She moaned as a new sensation wracked her body. More and more of his arm disappeared inside her. Her eyes went wide as his fingers touched her cervix, her pleasure building even more as he spread it open.
‘Good.’ He pulled his arm out and washed it off. Once he was clean he returned to his notes. ‘Vaginal canal has expanded and cervix is malleable. Now for one more thing.’
He pulled out a device and began swabbing her ear. She couldn’t reason out what it was. All she could comprehend were her tits, pussy and his hand. This object was too complicated. Too many parts to it. She winced as the device punctured her ear. As he pulled it away, a tag had been clipped to her lobe.
‘Let’s get you out there, #1375’
He helped her stand up and watched closely as she tried to take a few steps. The weight of her new tits unsteadied her and she stumbled. He lowered her onto her hands and knees.
‘Let’s just have you go on all fours until you get used to those breasts. Some never bother to go on two feet again.’
He attached a collar around her neck and led her from the office. Her breasts were only inches above the ground. Her teats dragged along it, sending jolts of pleasure down her every time her they hit a bump.
He led her to the barn where Jodie came to collect her. She looked down at her former co-worker, now hucow. She wasn’t sure how to handle the fact that just yesterday she was having a conversation with this livestock.
‘How did she go?’
‘Perfectly well. She has a healthy milk flow and is ready.’
‘Good.’ She took the leash from him. ‘Come on now, #1375. It’s time for your first milking.’
Melissa padded along behind her on her hands and knees. Her pussy poked out behind her for all the other workers to see. Glistening and flushed lips between her legs. Jodie wondered how many of them had wanted to fuck her when she was human. Were they enjoying seeing her hucow pussy so exposed?
Melissa was starting to leave a trail of milk where her teats ran along the ground.
‘Don’t worry, girl. We’ll get you nice and milked soon.’
They arrived at a pen and Jodie led her inside. She pulled out the milking machine and set it up. Melissa padded cautiously closer.
‘That’s it, girl. You recognise this, don’t you. This is going to make those new teats of yours feel as good as you hoped yesterday.’
Jodie watched Melissa inspect the pumps, but she didn’t get on it in the correct way. She sighed.
‘I guess you’re just livestock in there now. You know how to use this.’
She pulled her onto the machine and attached the pumps over her teats.
‘Ready?’
The machine hummed to life, sucking in tightly to the soft flesh of Melissa’s breasts. She began to moan as she was milked; her eyes rolling back. Jodie sat down and watched her.
‘So, as good as you hoped it would be.’
Melissa moaned away, lost to her pleasure.
‘I don’t understand why you would want a life like this, but if you enjoy it…’
She sat down on the stool and watched her leaning into the pumps like nothing else mattered. She tried rubbing her pussy, but couldn’t keep a constant rhythm.
‘Mating is the only thing on your mind now, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll get you bred once we observe you for a few days.’
~~~~~~~~~~~
Melissa was woken from her sleep by someone at the pen’s gate. She rolled over in the hay, feeling the prickles of it stimulate her bare skin. Her breasts were heavy. Milk. Need to be milked.
A collar was put around her neck and tugged, digging in until she got onto all fours and followed. Her breasts rubbed against the ground, squishing her teats into it. Her breasts had grown even more since the day she became a hucow. She didn’t know it, but her body had filled out nicely from the hucow feed she ate every day. He ass had grown fatter, filling out her hips and thighs to compliment her huge tits. Jodie had been right that the co-workers who thought she was pretty before loved the sight of her walking by naked on all fours.
It was a short walk to an empty pen. The worker led her in and took her collar off. She sat looking around as he left. Her hands found their way to her teats, playing with them to try and make the milk come out, but she couldn’t work out how the workers did it.
The pen gate opening made her lose all interest in that. A bull was led in, held by the lady worker who took care of her the first day. Her pussy burned at the sight of him. Big. Big. A deep instinctual desire took over her. For the first time in days, she knew what to do. She turned around and stuck her ass in the air. She felt she had to show how plump and wet her pussy was for him. That just made sense.
She heard a clink like the things they put around their necks before something heavy crashed into her. Before she could even steady herself, she felt a hot rod pushing at her fat pussy lips. It speared in, stretched her pussy out around it. Her hucow pussy gave way easily, but the pressure was still intense. As his glans slid into her, releasing the pressure on her outer lips and transferring it to her inner walls, she briefly had a spark of recognition. Something familiar. Something close.
Though as she tried to hang onto that feeling, it was overpowered by the feeling of that huge cock sliding deeper and deeper into her, until the feeling was gone. She didn’t need to think. It hurt her brain to try and hold onto it anyway. She just had to enjoy this. She just wanted to be bred like a good hucow.
The bull rutted into her, sliding his massive cock in and out of her. Each thrust in made her breath catch. A hucow’s extended vaginal canal invaded on the space of her other organs. She had never had anything so deep inside her. It was a strange feeling, but wonderful.
His cock pushed forcefully against her cervix. The bull still had more cock to get into her and was determined to do so. With each thrust her cervix loosened until it finally gave way. She let out a load moan that echoed around the barn as his cock pushed into her womb. Her cervical muscles clamped down on the invading member, but he was much stronger. His cock thrust in and out of her cervix, pressing into the walls of her womb. Her brain exploded with dopamine. Mating. Mating. Being bred. Being bred.
Sydney hopped the fence and joined Jodie as they watched Melissa being bred.
‘#988. Why did you specifically request him to breed her?’
‘I thought she’d enjoy it.’
‘Do these two have some history from when they were human?’
‘Not quite. She just always took good care of him. I thought they’d both enjoy this.’
‘Fuck. Never thought I’d see the day when we breed Melissa.’
‘It’s what happens to all hucows. And it’s #1375 now.’
‘Yeah, yeah. Protocol and all that. So when are you going to sign up to become a hucow?’
She gave him a push.
‘Never.’
‘Aw c’mon. Melissa looks like she’s really enjoying herself. I think you’d look pretty good with some big cow tits.’
‘Enough or I’ll put you on mop detail for a month.’
‘Just joking around.’
They both watched as the two mated. Melissa moaned like a beast in heat, without a care that her former co-workers were watching her be bred. She wouldn’t even know now. She was just livestock in there. Only concerned with being bred and then taken for milking.
#988 grunted and pulled Melissa’s hips into his, burying his cock deep in her fertile womb as he filled her with cum. She moaned gently into the hay, her thighs still twitching from the rough fucking.
Jodie knew that somewhere deep inside, Melissa was happy to be bred like that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been a long morning. Jodie took the leash of a bull and called for the new girl to follow her.
‘Wow, I can’t believe how hard they went at it. Like, I’ve never seen two people fuck like that.’
‘They’re not people, they’re livestock,’ Jodie corrected her.
‘Whatever, they look like them.’
‘Trust me. You’ll find this job much easier if you treat hucows and bulls like that.’
They led the bull back into his pen and Jodie instructed the new girl to fetch the soap and water.
‘Now this is how you wash down the bull after he’s finished mating. Make sure to clean his dick well. And in his pubes too. Cum can get stuck there.’
She let the new girl take over and watched her.
‘Now he’ll get hard as you scrub, so just keep him calm and do your job as well as you can.’
The new girl looked on in amazement as the bull’s cock grew to full length in her hand.
‘Wow. This is so big.’
‘Keep cleaning it.’
She scrubbed the length of his cock with two hands, treating it more sensually than necessary.
‘You’re washing him, not giving him a handjob.’
‘But, like, how often do you get to stroke a cock this big? Don’t you ever have fun with it?’
‘Absolutely not.’
The bull shuddered at her touch.
‘Oh! I think he’s close to cumming. He’s got a lot of stamina if he can cum again so quickly.’
Jodie grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.
‘Come with me.’
‘What? Did I do something wrong?’
She led her through the barn before stopping at a pen.
‘Here.’
Jodie motioned for her to hop up and peer over the fence. The new girl followed suit and peered over. In the pen below lay a pregnant hucow. She struggled to get her hand around her big belly to rub her swollen pussy.
‘This was the last girl who didn’t listen when I said not to play with the bulls.’
The girl looked over the hucow.
‘She used to work here?’
‘Yeah. Three years ago. She’s been bred four times since then. She liked playing with the bulls when she worked here. Didn’t you, Melissa.’
The hucow writhed in the hay, unaware of the name she hadn’t been called in years. He pussy squirted a bit as she hit a good spot.
‘She likes being bred by the bulls. She squirts just like that when they’re balls deep in her swollen hucow pussy. If that’s what you want, then we can go upstairs right now and make you livestock. I’ll even promise to have that bull be the first to breed you.’
The girl shuddered, but composed herself enough to shake her head.
‘No, I’ll treat this job a bit more seriously.’
Jodie could see her nipples poking through her top, hard as nubs. She knew she wouldn’t last long. Not many women who worked here did. She gave one last look at Melissa before returning. There hadn’t been a day that she didn’t look happy since turning.
She wondered what it felt like.