Working at a Hucow Farm

I pulled my cardigan tighter around me as I walked down the road in the newly constructed housing estate. The sun hung low in the sky as the evening chill rose up. The wind cut into me, unimpeded by the frames of houses.

Only a few were being worked on. The builders of others had already headed home for the day. Up ahead I could hear voices calling to each other.

A small radio blared music across the worksite as the builders carried planks of timber around. Their muscles bulged along their backs as they carried such heavy amounts. My eyes lingered on them for longer than I wanted to admit. I was here for something else.

“Hey.”

A sandy haired guy sitting on a pile of bricks spun around at my voice. He wasn’t wearing his shirt either despite how cool the afternoon was getting.

I put my hands on my hips. “Do some work, you lazy bum.”

He gave me a big, dumb grin.

“These guys have it covered.”

A whistle came from the rafter frame of the house. Another muscly guy peered down at me.

“Hi Amber!”

I gave him a small wave before pulling my cardigan around me again and folding my arms over my breasts.

“Hi, Steve.”

“Aw, don’t hide them like that. They need to breath.”

I rolled my eyes, hiding a smile, and turned my attention back to my brother.

“So were you free tonight for… you know, the trip?”

He chuckled at my awkwardness.

“You don’t have to keep it a secret, Amber. I already told them we were going to find mum.”

I felt myself shrink in my shoes. I avoided looking at the other guys. Surely they already knew, but without confirmation it was always something I could ignore and pretend wasn’t true.

Barney seemed to notice my awkwardness.

“Dude, most of the guys here are cow children.”

One of the muscular builders walked back past us to grab more timber.

“Yep. We’re built for this kind of thing. Most of the industry is made up of guys who came from hucows. Only Jeremy over there isn’t.”

He hefted the plank of wood onto his broad shoulder and headed into the house. All of the guys were tall and built like rugby players. Some passed down genes from their bull fathers.

I looked down at the large mounds in my cardigan. Obviously everyone would know just by looking at me. I relaxed my arms and let my cardigan spill open to reveal my e-cup tits straining against my shirt. Passed down genes. My mother was a hucow.

I had gotten them early too. Around grade seven I was already a c-cup. Just a few years later I was already an E. The other girls mocked me for having such large tits and the guys always hit on me. All throughout school I felt like I never fit in. With the normal kids, I was some big-titted cow, but if I hung out with my younger brother’s friends, they would hit on me like hyper-sexed morons.

They say that cow children have lower intelligence than the rest of society. The stuff they give people to turn them into hucows and bulls is pretty strong. Strong enough to alter their genes and give their kids big tits and masculine bodies. It seemed likely that they passed on some of their low intelligence too.

I was never sure if it just affected the guys more, or if I was just on the smarter end. I never felt like I was some idiot. I had struggled in school a bit, but I also had crappy teachers who never explained things well enough. I could count the times I had a good teacher on one hand, and that was just my sex ed teacher. That class was easy. But next to Barney, I was a genius. I had spent many nights at the orphanage helping him with his homework.

I had dropped out of school and began working when I was seventeen. First at a fast food place, where the manager insisted on putting me on the register. Then as a receptionist that didn’t last very long.

Barney wasn’t far behind me. He dropped out of school a year later and got a job at this construction company. It always brought a smile to my face to see how much he loved it here. I just had to find my place in the world.

Barney stood up from the pile of bricks and dusted his pants down.

“Don’t think we’ll be finished in time tonight. How about tomorrow.”

“I can wait around if you want.”

“Nah. You’ll just distract the guys and we’ve got a lot left.”

He gave my curly hair a tussle with his big hands.

“Fine. I’ll message you tomorrow.”

“I’ll make sure we’re done early. Promise.”

He picked up a plank of timber before shooting me a wink. As I left he shouted one last thing.

“Oh yeah, you coming to Steve’s party this weekend?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome.”

He hefted the timber inside as a drill rang out across the lot.

I covered my ears and headed back up the street to the bus stop.

~~~~~~~~~~

I stared out the bus window as it drove through the city. The sun had dipped low enough below the mountains to paint the sky in purples and oranges. The street lights twinkled beneath as they came on.

I adjusted the bra strap over my shoulder. I couldn’t wait to get home and take this thing off. It was digging in.

The bus came to a stop and I got up to exit.

The cold night air greeted me as I stepped onto the sidewalk. I pulled my cardigan closed once more. My breasts still made large mounds in the fabric even through this many layers.

I climbed the steps to the library and entered the warmth within. The din of the city muffled behind me as I closed the door, replaced instead with the musky quiet of the library. I gave the librarian at the desk a wave and headed through the shelves. I grabbed a couple of books and threw my things down at one of the study tables.

I flipped the first one open to where I last left off and began reading over it. I opened a notebook beside me and began to take notes if something seemed important. The minutes crept by as I worked in silence. I brought up a mock exam on my phone and used it as a reference of what to read up on.

I had given up on high school, but now I wanted to try again. If I could pass the entrance exam, then I could get into university and begin working toward a job that I loved.

I chewed on the end of my pen, looking between the few notes that I had made and the mock exam on my phone. I would have to try harder than this. There was a long road ahead of me, but I was determined to succeed.

The hours crept by. My mock exam score still hadn’t improved enough. But that was fine. I’d come back tomorrow and keep studying. Then I’d do the same the day after. And the day after.

I stretched and packed up my things before heading back out into the chilly night.

Half an hour later, I was home. I dropped my bag onto the floor of my apartment and headed straight for the shower. I was starving, but that could wait. I felt dirty from the work site and the bus.

It was a relief to get my bra off. My clothes piled up on the bathroom floor before my large bra joined them. I looked at myself in the mirror. The bra had left an indentation on my breasts where it dug in. My breasts hung in a tear drop shape with big areolas. I had never been an incredibly slender girl, but outside of a little belly chub, I still had a defined waist. Although my big hips were probably the main reason for that.

I tied my long, curly hair into a bun before stepping into the shower. The hot water was wonderful when it finally hit my skin. I could feel it prick up as the water washed over me like I was getting the best massage imaginable. My nipples hardened as the hot water sprayed over my breasts; cascading down their curve. My nipples were pretty big when they got hard. Maybe another passed down gene. I knew how big hucow’s teats were.

We had gone on a school excursion to a hucow farm once. It was the first time that I had seen them up close. It was kind of surreal to think that I had come from a place like that. I didn’t even know if the hucow that birthed me was there or at some other farm. Well, I didn’t know at the time, but now I knew that she was at another farm just out of the city. I had tracked her down. Though at the time I had looked at some of the pregnant hucows, being milked on their hands and knees, and wondered if they were pregnant with another one of my siblings.

I had no idea how many siblings I might have. The hucow who birthed me was definitely breeding stock. However, I only had any contact with a few of them, Barney being one. There were a few younger brothers and sisters of mine at the orphanage, but Barney and I were closer, having been the oldest. The rest of my siblings must have gone to other orphanages as I had never met them but I knew they were out there. All cow children are part of a long string of siblings as their hucow mother is bred again and again.

I rotated around under the shower, letting the hot water hit every part of me. My fingers traced over my hard nipples before following the warm feeling down to my pussy lips. I was in the mood for some fun after such a long night.

There was one thing about cow children that was spot on. We were all apparently nymphomaniacs. I loved having sex. Maybe it was the same amount as everyone else, but it felt like more. If I could skip my exam and just fuck my way into university, I would, but that unfortunately wasn’t an option.

I let my fingers sink into my pussy before reluctantly stopping. I turned the shower off and wrapped the towel around myself. If I was going to masturbate, then I wanted my vibrator.

I stepped out of the shower and snuck back into my room, still dripping.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I sat on the bus the afternoon of the next day. Barney sat next to me as I stared out the window.

“Check her out.”

He elbowed me and pointed to a buxom girl getting off. Her tits were huge and her outfit demanded you not ignore that fact. She had to be an F or H cup. Bigger than me at least. Definitely a cow child. I couldn’t imagine having tits even bigger than mine.

Barney’s eyes followed her out of the bus. “Damn, she’s hot. I’d like to take her home.”

I went back to looking out the window at the people flying by. While I felt like I kept my cow child sex drive private, Barney was far more forward in his desires. There had been countless times that he had snuck a big-titted daughter of a hucow into the orphanage and gone at it with her. The amount of times that I had walked in and seen some girl’s bare tits or other sights that I’d rather forget were countless. Worse still, it made me more self-conscious about my large areolas. So many of the bimbos he brought back to fuck had nice tiny ones.

The bus drove through the city past block after block until the buildings began to thin. I must have dozed off at some point as I woke to Barney shaking my shoulder.

“We’re here. C’mon, let’s get off.”

I hurriedly patted my curly hair down and jumped to my feet. The men around me stared as my breasts bounced beneath my shirt. We both climbed off the bus into the carpark of a large building. A big sign reading ‘Sunnydale Hucow Farms’ adorned the side. My face flushed at everyone on the bus seeing us get off here. I adjusted my bag strap.

“Ready for this?”

Barney took my hand in response and led me inside.

It was nice and warm in here. A cheery receptionist greeted us.

“Hiya! Are ya here for business or to sign up?”

She eyed my bust as she said the final part. I crossed my arms over my chest and hid behind Barney. He stepped up to the desk.

“We’re here to see our mum.”

“Oh! Do ya know her number?”

Barney stared at her with a confused look before turning to me.

“Yes, I have it. Hang on.”

I dug around in my bag before producing a piece of paper with a number scrawled on it.

“Uh… 1375.”

The receptionist typed into her computer.

“Okay, she’s down in pen 40. Would ya like me to have someone take ya down there?”

“No thanks. We’ll be fine.”

She gave us a smile.

“Okay! It’s always so wonderful to see the offspring of our hucows all grown up. I hope the two of ya have a fun visit.”

We both headed through the doorway toward the pens. Her words had brought back some of the surreal feelings from the school excursion. Barney didn’t seem as disturbed.

“Whoa!”

We stepped out of the hallway onto a balcony overlooking a large room full of countless pens that stretched out before us. It was even warmer in here. Barney leaned over the rail to peer down at the hucows below. Some were being milked, some were laying in their hay. Others were being much more intimate with themselves. Each one had breasts that put even the girl on the bus to shame. They spilled out over the hay around them like small beanbags attached to their chests.

“Come on, this way.”

I practically dragged Barney over to the stairs that led down. We walked along the aisles of pens, looking at the numbers. It stunk of sex and milk down here. Though as much as I didn’t want to admit it, the aroma was having an effect on me. Especially when we walked past a pen that clearly had the sound of a bull and hucow mating inside.

We found the right aisle and searched down it until we found number 40.

“Here she is.”

I stood frozen in my spot. This was it. I didn’t know what to expect, but even after coming all this way, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see it through. My brain was telling me to leave and not look back.

Barney took the initiative and stepped up onto the bench beside the pen’s wall to peer over.

“Ha! You kind of look like her.”

“Huh?”

The trepidation from before faded into curiosity and I jumped up onto the bench to peer over on my tip-toes.

Below us in the pen lay a heavily pregnant hucow in her 40s. A tag hung from her ear with her number on it. Like all the other hucows, her tits were massive, but to my surprise she had the same curly brown hair as I did.

“Huh.”

I just stared down at her, feeling a connection that I had never experienced before. Even her areolas looked the same as mine.

She woke from her dozing and stretched. She bumped her pregnant belly and explored it with her hand. Suddenly, the moment I was having was shattered as I realised that she was pregnant with another one of our siblings. I shuddered to think that she had been bred months ago by a bull I’d never know. After she gave birth she’d be bred again with another sibling for me.

It was such a shamelessly primal life. She was used as nothing more than a breeding hole and milking livestock. As I watched her, her hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her puffy pussy. I couldn’t help but notice how loose it looked after two decades of breeding. A shiver ran up me.

I turned away and crossed my arms over my breasts, only to be reminded of how much her breasts looked like mine. Just a lot bigger.

“Come on, let’s go. We saw her.”

“But shouldn’t we go inside and see her? We came all this way. She’s our mum.”

“She’s barely even our mum. She’s just some dumb hucow who got bred and gave birth to us. She doesn’t care.”

It had always hated that I came from a breeding hucow. Other children came from loving families and parents who wanted them. I was the product of a horny bull let loose on a fertile hucow who just needed to be bred for the year for her owners. It was the same for the baby in her belly right now. Her breeding was scheduled into the farm’s rotation. Her cunt was on the list for the day.

He hopped down from the bench.

“Fine.”

I led the way back out. The rows of hucow pens seemed more of an annoyance as I left. I had a constant loop of ‘shut up’ in my mind at every moan or slapping of hips.

As we headed back to the entrance, the receptionist called out to us again.

“Thank you for your visit. Here, take one of these with ya.”

I curiously looked at it, only to be repulsed. It was a pamphlet targeted at cow children, encouraging them to become hucows and bulls like their parentage.

“No thanks.”

“Many cow children find a purpose in becoming hucows like their breeding mothers.”

Barney however, took it and began flipping through.

“Dude! Titty porn!”

The receptionist gave a laugh and waved us goodbye.

Once we were outside, I turned to Barney.

“Why did you take that? Throw it away.”

“But look at some of these hucows. They’re fucking hot!”

“What are you thinking of signing up or something?”

“Nah. Just going to beat my meat to some of these girls when I get home.”

“Gross.”

We waited at the bus stop for the ride back into the city. As it appeared over the hill, Barney thrust the pamphlet at me.

“Here. Can you put this in your bag?”

I was about to object, but then realised I’d have to sit next to him with a hucow pamphlet. Me and my big cow tits.

“Fine.”

I stuffed it into my bag and we both got on the bus.

Half an hour later we were back in the city and I was waving to Barney as he got off the bus, checking out a girl in front of him. Several minutes later, I was at my own apartment. I closed the door and pulled my bra off from under my top. Relieved to let my girls hang free, I sat down and unpacked my bag.

“Shit.”

Barney’s damn pamphlet was still in here. I had forgotten to give it back to him. I flicked to the first page. There was a before and after shot of a woman with hucow parentage. Before she was wearing a bikini with D cup tits, then in the after shot she was on her hands and knees naked with massive, pooling tits beneath her. Directly below it was a picture of another hucow also with huge tits, though a little smaller. They didn’t pool on the ground beneath her like the other one. The caption described how cow children developed bigger breasts from the hucow serum and could therefore produce more milk.

I rolled my eyes and tossed the pamphlet into the bin. Imagine that being a selling point that convinced you to become a hucow.

~~~~~~~~~~

I sat in the library once more, tapping my pen against my book. Rather than studying I was staring off into space.

A woman shot me a dirty look and I jumped, realising how much noise I was making. I mouthed a sorry to her, but I don’t think she saw. I instead buried my red face back into my book.

I hadn’t felt right since our trip to the hucow farm. A lot had come back to me of my school excursion to a hucow farm. The smells and sounds of so many women being milked and bred. At the time I had found it so hot and had masturbated that night beneath the bedsheets in the orphanage to the thought of it.

I had refused to let myself masturbate after our recent trip. I denied myself the whole night, despite how horny I got. The moment I woke up the next morning I used my vibrator to bring myself to a powerful orgasm. If anything, I did more harm than good by denying myself.

Now thoughts of all those hucows being bred filled my head. And more specifically the image of mum, pregnant with big hucow tits. Her hair and areolas were so much like mine, it was hard not to imagine myself looking like that. I was her daughter. The daughter of a hucow. They had that pamphlet for a reason. I knew of a few cow children from school who ended up becoming hucows like their mothers. That’s what the receptionist said. My nymphomaniac genes told me to fuck all the time. It told all those big-titted sluts who went through Barney’s bed to fuck too. Was it the destiny of every daughter of a hucow to become one herself eventually?

I shook my head to clear it.

I tried to study once more, but I was too distracted. Nothing stuck.

I closed the book and put it back on the shelf. As I left the aisle, I noticed a section of hucow books to my right. I groaned and turned away from them, picking up my bag and leaving the library. Why were reminders everywhere?

~~~~~~~~

With nowhere else in mind to go, I headed back out to the housing estate being constructed.

There were more builders around at this time of day. Rex, Barney’s friend on the worksite, had been right. Most of the builders were wide and muscular, likely cow children. For a brief moment, a thought popped into my head. If I was a hucow and had a son, he’d look as handsome as most of these guys. As quickly as the thought formed, it was gone, leaving me with a confusing feeling.

All I knew was that if I was a hucow and had a daughter, she’d have to grow up with big tits like these and an over-productive sex drive. It was more of a nuisance than anything.

I arrived at Barney’s build site only to find them all sitting down for lunch. I called out to them.

They spun around and grinned at me approaching.

“Hey! Amber! What are you doin’ here?”

“Damn, Amber. Did those get bigger?”

“Shut up, dude! Don’t say stuff like that.”

“But they, like, look good today. Y’know?”

I sat down between Barney and Steve, ignoring the back and forth. It did make me feel a little proud though. Something I needed after today.

Steve turned to me.

“So when are you going to arrive on Saturday?”

“Huh?”

“Y’know. The party.”

Rex perked up.

“Yeah. We’ve got so many drinks already. You don’t even need to bring any.”

Barney laughed.

“I’m gonna need half of those just for me.”

“This guy! Thinking he can hold his booze like last time.”

As they grew louder, Steve leaned in to me.

“What type of drink do you like? I’ll buy some just for you if you don’t like beer.”

I shook my head and offered him a smile.

“you don’t have to do that. I’ll bring my own.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I got you. I’ll find the sweetest mix of sugar water and tequila I can, just for you.”

“Thanks.”

I sat with them as they had their lunch, feeling a grounding sense among the whirlwind of emotions. It didn’t matter about mum or where I came from. Moments like this were what made me, me.

It was silly to have worried.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I arrived home and pulled my bra off. It had really dug into my side today. I rubbed it as I flopped down on my bed.

I hadn’t done enough studying today.

I groaned and rolled over. My vibrator was still laying there from this morning. I stared at it for a bit before feeling between my legs.

I pulled my dress off, exposing my nipples to the cold air. I squeezed my breasts before moving my hand down to my pussy. I was already wet. I dipped a finger inside and relished in the shiver it brought.

My mind wandered to Steve. He was such a big guy. I always felt so small and fragile around him. His hands were big too. Could he grab my whole breast in one hand? I moaned as I thought of him pulling hard on my nipples. Slapping my big cow tits around.

I was half hucow after all. He was half bull too. It fit so perfectly. His mother was bred as roughly and primally as mine was to produce us.

I fingered myself until my mind drifted further. Spurred on by an idea that came to mind, I got up from the bed and walked through my apartment naked. My big breasts bounced freely with each step. I searched through the bin until I found the pamphlet. I brought it back to the bed and laid back down with it.

I looked through it until I found pictures of the bulls. They were even bigger than the guys at the build site. And their cocks were so long and thick. Beneath the pictures the words read ‘Breed as many hucows as you could desire.” I rubbed my pussy harder, imagining it pumped full of hot bull cum. I bet Steve would love to breed me like that.

I grabbed my vibrator and inserted it into my wet lips as I flicked through the rest of the pamphlet. More pictures of hucows and bulls. One of them mating. A pregnant hucow.

A section caught my eye. It showed a bunch of muscular men in construction gear and military uniforms. It described how cow children went on the support the backbone of our nation. Guys like Steve and the others at the build site. I let the vibrator push me over the edge, thinking of Steve fucking me. We would do it for real at the party. I was sure of it.

As my breathing steadied, I laid back on the soft sheets of my bed; a smile on my face. I was just fine. I had masturbated to the thought of bulls and didn’t have any desire to go become a hucow like my mother. I had been worrying over nothing. It was just a hot thought while masturbating and nothing more, as I had hoped.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I sat in the library once more, studying. I had read over the same paragraph at least 5 times and it still didn’t make sense. Why couldn’t I understand this?

I decided to take a break from that book and try a mock exam on my phone.

I read through the questions and answered them as best as I could, but half of the stuff on it was still beyond me. I submitted it and stared at the final result.

44%.

I put my phone down and laid my forehead on the book. I wished that I had somehow gotten through school. Then this would be a lot easier. I needed someone to explain it to me. I was too stupid to learn this myself.

I rubbed my head. It felt like I was getting a headache. I needed a break.

I hadn’t been here for long. I decided to at least try a different book before giving up. I stood up and put my one back before searching through the shelves. I had struggled with the math questions on the exam. Maybe I could find something on that.

As I searched, I found that same shelf from last time with the hucow books on it. I hesitated. I could use a break and after reading the pamphlet I was curious what was in these.

I picked one up and returned to the table. Though it felt too open here. People could see me reading it. Me, with my big tits, looking like an obvious cow child. They’d get the wrong idea. I grabbed my bag and explored around for a more private area.

I found a small single table in a distant corner of the library. With no one around, I opened the book.

I didn’t know what I would have expected, but it seemed about right for a book on hucows. It went into detail about breeding hucows. There were many pictures and diagrams of mating and pregnant hucows. My eyes went wide when I saw a diagram about their cervixes and their pliable nature. I had never known that. The next diagram showed a bull’s cock inserted all the way into her womb, past the cervix.

I felt myself growing wet at the thought. The pictures of mating hucows suddenly seemed so much lewder at the thought that the bull was all the way in her womb.

I lowered my hand to my pussy and rubbed myself through my panties. I sat up with a jolt as I realised what I was doing. I was in public.

I gave a little laugh as I felt a sudden envy for my mother’s ability to finger herself whenever she felt the need to. I would love to just pulled my dress up and finger myself right now with no worry for the consequences.

I closed the book and straightened my dress. I would have to head home to continue this. At least my vibrator was there.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon it was Saturday evening. I hadn’t made any more progress on my entrance exam preparation. In fact, it felt like I was getting worse. The only thing I had managed to improve over the last few days was the range of things I masturbated to. That hucow book had lit a fire within me that was too good to ignore.

However, for tonight I didn’t have to worry about any studying. I looked at myself in the mirror. I’d straightened my hair and found my highest pair of heels. I’d need them with how tall some of these half-bulls were. And lastly, I had found a tight dress that hugged my plump tits nicely. My cleavage looked so good.

But as I stared at myself, I wondered if it was too much. Would they think I was trying too hard to get their attention? Sure, I wanted to get fucked tonight, but I didn’t want to seem like a slut. I looked at myself a bit more before pulling the dress off.

“Ow.”

My bra was tight. It had been digging in today at the library. I tried to rub under the strap to ease the pain, but it didn’t help. With a sigh I pulled my bra off, letting my big tits spill free.

I began searching through my underwear draw. Did I have a bigger bra? Or at least something comfier. A boob tube?

I stood back up and looked in my wardrobe. Nothing worked. In the end I grabbed a more casual dress with frills at the bottom. It was still short enough to show off my legs, but I was back at square one with the bra. I looked at it and the indentations in my skin around my breasts in the mirror.

On a whim I decided to put the dress on without the bra. I looked at myself. My boobs hung low in the dress, obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra, but it didn’t look too bad. Kind of sexy in a casual way. I moved about to see my boobs sway beneath my dress. Surely that would drive some guy wild tonight and I could just feign ignorance about it. But most importantly, I didn’t have to deal with an uncomfortable bra.

As I looked at myself, I got another idea. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pulled them down. Stepping out of them, I looked at myself from different angles. No one would notice. It made me feel even sexier to know that I wasn’t wearing any panties or bra. I smiled to myself and decided on this.

~~~~~~~~~

The party was already loud when I arrived.

Many of the guys from the build site greeted me as I slipped inside. I kept moving until I found Barney in the kitchen. He already looked drunk.

“Ambieeee! You’re here!”

“Where are the drinks?”

“Over there. You get that. I’m gonna get that.”

He pointed to a girl with big tits in a boob tube in the lounge room.

I laughed as he stumbled over to her. A hand pressed against my back. I turned to see Steve standing next to me. He looked me up and down.

“Wow. You look great.”

I smiled like an idiot.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t listen to Barney. I’ve got your drinks over here.”

He pulled a mixed drink from the fridge and handed it to me. I took a sip. He had definitely found the sweetest one. It barely tasted like alcohol. He shook his head as I brought the drink down.

“C’mon. Barney told me you could drink with the best.”

I gave him a smile before tipping the bottle back and chugging it.

“Yeah! That’s the party girl I’ve heard about.”

We moved from room to room as we drank. Steve introduced me to the guests and we stood and talked before moving onto others. After a while, I ended up lounging in his lap on the patio couch.

I laughed at his stories, but as the night went on I barely knew what he was saying. I was starting to get horny and just wanted to go upstairs with him. I leant in to kiss him and he kissed me back. His hand was on my tit, massaging the soft mounds through my dress. I moaned back into his mouth.

He suddenly picked me up and stood up. I squealed, feeling helplessly light in his arms.

“Let’s take this upstairs.”

He carried me back inside, but along the way he nudged some of the guys from the work site.

“Want to have a wild time tonight?”

I was too horny to say no.

“Yeah. I want you to really fuck me.”

“We’ll give you a wild night. How many guys have you been with at once?”

I looked over his shoulder at the guys following us upstairs. My pussy clenched at the realisation.

“uh, not that many.”

He carried me into one of the bedrooms and dropped me onto the bed. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned body.

“We’ve been watching you come to work for so long and we’ve been wanting to fuck you so badly.”

“Yeah, those tits are fucking fine!”

I spread my legs for him, flashing my exposed pussy at him.

“Fuck. No panties. No nothing on under there. You little slut.”

He pulled my dress off over my head, leaving me completely naked in front of all the guys. He pulled his pants down, letting his hard cock spring out. My eyes went wide at it. He was at least 8 inches long. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed like I weighed nothing. He flipped me over until my ass was sticking up.

I gasped as I felt him push into me. The other guys cheered as he began fucking me. I moaned like a whore as his big cock forcefully spread my pussy apart to accommodate his size. His hips slapped into my ass like a truck. I was completely at his mercy. He could do with me whatever he wanted.

I came again and again until he shot his load deep into me. It was only then that I realised he wasn’t wearing a condom. He slid out and before I could move another guy took his place. I didn’t even know who it was who was entering me. Rex? Chris? It didn’t matter. A burning excitement brewed in me at the thought of how many more were yet to fuck me. I was going to be used by so many strong guys tonight.

The others moved around me, squeezing my big tits. Pushing their cock into my mouth. Guiding my hand to their hard cock. I was in heaven. A room full of strong half-bulls using me like a sex toy. I had lost count of how many times I’d came. My pussy was a dripping mess of overflowing cum. I was sore from being fucked so roughly, but I didn’t care.

The last guy came in me and pulled out. When no one replaced him, I felt my heart drop. I didn’t want it to end so soon.

“Fuck. That was good, Amber.”

Steve came around to my front and stroked my hair.

“There’s a shower in there if you want to get yourself cleaned up. We’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”

They all left the room, still laughing and drinking. I didn’t move. I wanted to savour this moment for as long as I could. So much cum was leaked from my used pussy. None of them used a condom. It felt like so much cum that it could overpower my pill. That I could fall pregnant to one of them tonight. I’d never know who if I did.

I reached back and rubbed my sticky pussy, enjoying how used and degraded I felt.

Was this how mum felt after getting bred by a rough bull?

~~~~~~~~~~

I masturbated to that night many times afterward. The feeling of being so helpless and small beneath all those big guys. The rough and raw sex. I wanted to experience it again. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up to Steve, or where to do so with my brother at the work site, but I knew he’d be up for it.

In the meantime, I headed to the library to study once more. I forwent wearing a bra again. It was too uncomfortable with how big my tits had gotten and, to be honest, it felt kind of hot to walk around without one on.

Thinking back to the guys pawing at my big tits made me happy to have them for once. They could be annoying at times, but they did make me feel sexy when I wanted to.

I sat down in the library and pulled my cardigan off. My breasts swayed freely beneath my dress, slapping into my stomach and creating noticeable mounds in the fabric. A guy a few tables over stared. I smiled to myself. I hadn’t appreciated how much of an effect I had on guys back in school.

I opened the book on biology and began to read through it. Though it didn’t take long to get distracted. Every line on the human body just reminded me of the biology of a hucow’s body.

I grabbed my things and returned the book to the shelves. Once more I headed to the hucow section and grabbed the same book from last time. I sought out another quiet place in the library and sat down with it.

I flipped through the pages, looking at the same pictures and diagrams again. It felt like I grew wet quicker this time. The thought of bulls had been a common reoccurrence in my masturbation fantasies these last few days. I guess I could see why some of the girls followed in their mother’s footsteps to become a hucow. But why become a breeder like that? I thought back to the party and all those guys using me. Did it feel like that? To have all control taken away and replaced by pure pleasure.

I put the book down and shook my head, realising what I was fantasising about. That was the first time that I had thought so deeply about it. To my surprise, it resonated inside me. A curiosity built at the thought of fucking a bull as a hucow. Being bred. What would that be like? At some point in her life, my mum had had the same thought and decided to do it. So had other girls just like me.

I picked the book back up and looked through it a bit more. Reading all the little details. What’s in hucow feed. How to clean and take care of a hucow. How best to care for hucow teats after milking. How long to wait after birth before breeding a hucow again. I was more fascinated by this than any of the other textbooks that I had been forcing myself to read. If I could take a test on this, I would ace it. Just like…

Just like sex ed back in school. I sighed. Of course this was the only thing I was smart in. My body was built for this. Just like Barney took to manual labour, I was made for this. I had a body designed to be bred. I had once wished that I could skip the exam and fuck my way into university. Well there was a career that was right in line with that type of thinking. Something that I could keep fucking my way into long after joining. It’s not like it wouldn’t be fun.

I thought more on it as I flipped through the book, looking at pregnant hucow after pregnant hucow. I had never considered it before, but they all looked happy in their own way. Was it satisfying to, you know, be pregnant like that? The thought that my pill might fail on the night of the party wasn’t a bad one. It kind of excited me. Would it feel the same to be bred?

I slipped my hand beneath the table and pushed my panties aside. I felt excited to tend to my needs so publically. Just like mum.

Maybe mum had the same thoughts on breeding. Maybe she became a hucow for that very reason. Maybe I was wrong at the farm and she did want to have lots of children from being bred. I always liked having so many brothers and sisters, even if I never knew half of them. Just knowing that they were out there and we were all connected in some way. Maybe this would be a chance to me to make my own line. To follow in my mother’s footsteps.

I silently came, bent over the table, squeezing my thighs around my hand. That was a rush. I had never done it in public before. Why hadn’t I? No one saw it and I didn’t have to hold back until I got home. It felt like I was reconnecting with my instincts.

I grabbed my things, fixed my panties, and stood up. I put the book back and headed out to the bus stop. Once on the bus, I took a seat near the back and looked around. It was fairly empty. No one was near me. I took the chance to sneak my hand back between my legs and play with my pussy once more. No one turned around. No one noticed. My heart beat hard in my chest. I could do this anywhere I wanted. I could embrace what I was.

I went straight for my vibrator when I got home.

~~~~~~~~~

I didn’t go back to the library over the next few days. It didn’t make any sense to. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to go to university anymore. I instead spent the time at home masturbating. The more I thought about the idea of being a hucow like mum, the hotter it got. I had no idea what I was thinking anymore. I just wanted someone else to do the thinking for me so I could just enjoy the pleasure of my needs. Becoming a hucow promised to do just that.

And those needs seemed to be building and going unsatisfied.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling while I tried to mull over the burning excitement brimming in me. I don’t think I ever reached a conclusion, but I found myself up and getting dressed. No bra or panties. Just a loose dress.

I got on the bus and headed out of the city. I played with my pussy in the back corner once more. Without panties it was so easy to get access to it. It felt freeing. And that freeing feeling blossomed into a desire to be fully naked in a pen as a hucow. There I could masturbate fully without fear of being caught. I could fully embrace my instincts. I felt an orgasm silently roll over me. Soon I’d be able to cry out when I came without worry. Would it feel good to masturbate while I had a big pregnant belly? I’d stopped taking the pill a couple of days ago. I was ready to be bred for real.

I stopped off at the housing estate to visit Barney. I explained to him where I was going. He didn’t seem surprised, though he had a few female friends growing up who did the same. It seemed like the destiny of cow children. The men had another purpose, but the women didn’t. This was our only purpose.

I hugged him goodbye and headed back to the bus stop. The next stop the hucow farms.

Once I stepped inside the warm reception, a mix of trepidation and resolve hit me. This was finally it, but this was where I knew I belonged. My body was made for this. My body’s needs had been telling me my whole life.

“Hiya! Can I help ya?”

I approached the reception desk.

“I’d… like to sign up.”

She beamed at me.

“Well that’s wonderful! Let me call someone for ya.”

After a moment of sitting with butterflies in my stomach, a woman ushered me into her office.

She handed me a form to fill out and read over the important parts. Property of the farm, diminished intelligence, blah blah. I already knew all of this, and it wasn’t like my intelligence was any strength before this. I only ever felt like I exceeded at fucking. That talent had brought me here, to the future my body desired. Right now I could feel how wet I was. I definitely wanted this. The realisation was beginning to make me shiver with anticipation.

When all of the forms were signed, she stood me up and led me down a hallway. We finally arrived at a doctor’s office and I was led inside. A male doctor was preparing a line of syringes on a table as we entered.

“Ah good. Thank you, Ruby. And nice to meet you miss. Don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you as we get you prepared. If you could remove your clothes.”

I looked behind me to make sure the door was closed before I hesitantly pulled my dress off. It seemed silly to act like that given that I would be naked as a hucow soon, but old habits die hard. My big breasts swayed with my body as I kicked my shoes off. They were about to get a lot bigger. It was weird to think that this would be the last time I saw them so relatively small.

I sat down on the bed and watched him fill a needle. My pussy was burning. I needed to fuck. Soon, I reassured myself.

He wheeled his chair over and swabbed my arm. The needle hurt. I could feel the cool liquid seeping through my arm before it faded. He swabbed my other arm and injected more. While he worked, I thought about what tomorrow would look like. Who would I be bred by? God, that was hot to finally think about. Would he be a big bull who looked like Steve? What would my children look like? How many would I have? Would they all keep in contact with each other? Better than we did?

Would my daughters have my same curly hair? Would they charm the boys like I did? Would they follow in my path?

I laid back on the bed as the drowsiness hit me. The doctor was saying something as he pulled the blanket over me. It was warm on my breasts. No, my breasts were radiating heat on their own. I reached up to feel one, but I slipped into sleep before my fingers reached.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Amber awoke to the sound of someone entering the room. She peered up to see a man in a lab coat walk in. He said something to her, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying. His words were just a bunch of incoherent sounds to her small hucow mind. She just stretched and rolled over. Her body was sore. A heavy weight slid off her chest and onto the mattress beside her.

The man pulled the sheets back and she looked down. Something was wrong. Or different. She couldn’t tell. Something foreign in her brain was firing off as she looked at her breasts. They didn’t look different to her. Or did they? They felt exactly as they looked. She stroked her hand over the full length of her massive tits.

They were four times the size of her head now. Plump and full of milk. The doctor took one in his hands and squeezed it, feeling all along its length. He then pulled on her teats, which had elongated from the drugs. After a few squeezes, a white liquid dripped from it. It felt good to have it release.

Amber moaned as his hands worked over her sensitive breasts. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever felt anything this good. It was all confusing. Her thighs rubbed together, making something in between spark with pleasure. Before she could investigate, he grabbed the other breast and began massaging it too.

He wrote something down.

“Good size for a second generation.”

Her legs were pulled apart as he touched in between them. Her eyes went wide as she felt something even better than her breasts down there. He felt inside before pushing his whole hand in. A wonderful sensation hit her as she felt her pussy spread with ease to accommodate his hand.

She writhed in pleasure until he stopped. She blinked before realising his hand was gone. She wanted it back. It felt good.

He scratched on the paper some more before picking up a weird object. She couldn’t reason out what it could possibly do. Her tits were big round shapes. Her pussy hade one hole. This thing had too many parts. Too many shapes put together.

It snapped down on her ear. Ow! She shook her head to relieve the pain. The tag clipped to her ear jangled about. On it read #2419. The livestock number she would be known by for the rest of her life.

He brought something over and put it around her neck. He held something that was attached to it. With a pull of it she felt the thing around her neck tug. She followed the tugging obediently and crawled off the bed. She was confused by everything, but wanted to go where his hands went. They made her feel so good.

Her body felt heavy. Too heavy to stand. She was all off balance. She steadied herself with her hands and knees. Her big breasts pooled on the cold floor beneath her. They hung so low.

The man pulled the leash and she followed him out of the room. Her breasts dragged along the ground, but it didn’t hurt. The floor in the hallway was smooth and soft under her. The constant friction against her hard teats sent pleasure through her whole body with each step. Behind her, her flushed pussy poked out between her legs for anyone passing by to see. It didn’t matter now. She was a hucow. She had no shame and no part of her body was private anymore.

They reached the barn and someone else took her leash. The new lady led her through rows and rows of pens like an animal on a leash. She was property of the farms now. She would be put where needed. Milked when needed. Bred when needed. She no longer chose where she went.

She was hit with a wave of smells and sounds that excited her. There was a musky scent that she wanted to get at, but she couldn’t see where it was. The sound of hips slapping and hucows moaning passed her as the collar tugged around her neck.

She was led into a pen and the prickly feeling of hay met her hands and breasts. She didn’t know why, but being in a pen like this calmed what little of her mind she had left, like this was where she knew she belonged.

The collar was taken off and she sat on the hay as the lady moved around. Her hand fell to her pussy and without shame, she began to play with it in front of her. It felt good. So good. The only thing her small mind could focus on was playing with it to bring her pleasure.

The lady came over and pulled her back onto her hands and knees. She grabbed her by her long, curly hair and guided her over to a machine. She was put over a bar and her hands and ankles were secured. She wasn’t sure what was going on until the lady tapped on some shiny square thing and objects raised up from the machine’s base. They were guided over her teats before a big noise whirred up and they grabbed on forcefully.

She gasped as pleasure washed through her. She had never experienced something like this. It was amazing! Her little mind was doing flips as her breasts were assaulted with pleasure. Her milk was forcefully pulled from her over-sized hucow tits. For the rest of her life she’d be milked two to three times a day as her breasts filled with litres of milk. This was her life now.

Her pussy begged for something to fuck, but nothing came. She was bound without the chance to even finger herself as she was milked. She would need a few days to adapt to her changes before they could start breeding her.

~~~~~~~~~~

She had gone to sleep and woken. Gone to sleep and woken. More time passed than she could keep track of. Her days were filled with eating, sleeping, time in the paddock, and milking. In between she would roll in the hay, fingering her needy pussy. She played with her pussy almost non-stop. There were no more limits on when or where she could masturbate. Everyone saw her pussy out in the open every day. It didn’t matter if she played with it. She didn’t have any self-consciousness left to dissuade her.

She woke one morning to the sound of someone entering her pen. Her breasts were full. The throbbing sensation in them told her so. She padded over to her milking machine, her heavy breasts leaving droplets of milk behind in the hay as she dragged them over it. They had filled out even more since she got here, as had her hips, thighs and ass. Her body was preparing itself for breeding. It was her purpose.

As she reached the milking machine, the man in her pen pushed her away. She sat back confused. Milk. Milk. Her breasts were so swollen. Why couldn’t she?

The man shouted to someone and her pen gate opened. Her heart jumped as she spotted a bull being led into her pen. He was so big. The big cock hanging between his legs began to harder as he saw her. Her mind felt like it went blank. She stared in awe until something clicked in her small brain. The first thought she felt like she’d had in days.

Bull. Breeding.

Her heart leapt at the realisation that she would be bred. The burning desire within her told her how badly she needed this. She turned around and presented her behind to him. She knew this was how it must be done. A warm feeling spread through her as she felt like she had gotten it right. No confusion clouded her mind with this. It was so clear. She was smart. She knew how to be bred.

Her pussy dripped in anticipation before she felt him crash into her. His rough hands dug into her hips as he pulled her toward his cock. She gasped as she felt his big knob press against her clit. He thrust into her before finally sinking into her needy hole.

Her mouth hung open as she struggled to catch her breath around the sheer size of the cock spearing into her. It felt like it speared through her whole body before hitting her cervix. Her lips were so stretched around his shaft. Even with how easily they stretched apart, they still stung as they held the shape of his thick shaft.

She grunted and moaned as he fucked her roughly. Inside, her mind was on a constant loop of Breeding. Breeding. Breeding. She had found what her body was desiring for the last few days. She never wanted this to end.

His cock pushed against her cervix at the end of each thrust. Each time it grew looser as her body rolled in orgasms. Finally, his cock forced its way in, sliding past her cervix into her womb.

She let out an animalistic moan as she felt him push so deep into her. Her mind went crazy as he fucked her like this. She was so helpless beneath him, speared on so much of his cock. There was nowhere that she could crawl to pull herself off of it. He pinned her down to breed her.

Breeding. Breeding. Breeding.

The bull came deep in her, filling her womb with a hot load. She mewled beneath him as her body relished the feeling of having been successfully bred. His breath was hot on her back. He pushed himself off and withdrew his cock from her. She felt a torrent of cum spill out of her used pussy. She let herself collapse onto the hay, her large breasts squished beneath her.

Voices came from the workers as she laid there in a daze. Soon she felt hands picking her up. She reluctantly got onto her shaky hands and knees and was led over to her milking machine. She couldn’t see the bull anywhere, but it was hard to focus her cloudy mind on anything right now. She forgot who she was looking for and was instead distracted by the milking pumps being fitted over her teats.

Soon the feeling of being milked replaced it all and she didn’t bother with trying to think of anything.

~~~~~~~~~~

She woke one morning as the sun fell over her eyes. She groaned and rolled out of the patch of sunlight. The smells of the barn in the morning were always the same. Familiar. Safe.

She heard something. She wasn’t sure what it was. A new smell was around too. It excited her but she wasn’t sure why. A hucow was being bred nearby, but she couldn’t remember her own breeding to compare it to.

Her pussy grew wet from this unknown smell. She reached between her legs to play with it. Her arm rubbed up against the growing bump in her belly. She was only a few months along, but she was already showing. Her first breeding was going well. There would be plenty more over the coming decades.

The fat lips of her puffy, hucow pussy made lewd noises as she rubbed it. Breeding. Breeding. Her mind begged for the one thing she knew she needed. Her fat pussy needed a cock in it. It was made to fit one. Breeding. Breeding.

Her pen gate opened and a worker stepped inside. She didn’t notice him over her own lust. She spread her legs wide so she could more easily rub her pussy.

The worker gave her a nudge. Mating. Breeding. He nudged her again. Her eyes fluttered open. He pulled her onto her hands and knees and led her over to her feeding trough. She spotted the hucow mush and buried her face in it. Her pussy still dripped with need, but her focus shifted to the hunger in her belly. She no longer remembered it, but she had once read that hucow mush was specially made to promote milk production and healthy growth of her baby. She ate it down without a thought to the taste.

Her heavy breasts were pressed into her growing belly as she leaned into the trough. She couldn’t understand them, but the workers always complimented her on what a good breeder she was. Her baby was healthy and growing fast. Just a few months more before she would give birth for her owners.

As she ate, the worker’s cold hands rubbed over her breasts. A sticky feeling remained where his hands touched, rubbing ointment into her breasts to treat any damages from dragging them everywhere. Her milk leaked over his fingers as he massaged her full breasts. She barely noticed him as she ate her mush. She only cared about satisfying her hunger.

~~~~~~~~~

Barney walked down the aisles of pens looking for the right one. To his surprise, Amber had ended up not too far from where their mum was.

He arrived at her pen and hopped up onto the bench to peer over.

“Hey Ambie!”

Below in the pen she laid on her side in the hay. Her leg was held high as she tried to rub her flushed pussy. She arched her back to reach it around her big, pregnant belly. Barney let out a whistle at the sight of his sister. Her tits were massive since he last saw her. He relished the sight of her pussy all exposed for him. He had always tried to get a peek at her naked growing up. Now he could see it all.

“Oh shit! You’ve got the same big areolas as mum. No way! You look just like a younger version of her now.”

He hopped down and entered her pen.

She grew tired of trying to pleasure herself this way and got onto all fours, her big belly pressing into her thighs as she rolled over. Barney marvelled at just how big her tits were as they hung low and spilled over the hay beneath her. It was more apparent just how big her belly was as it hung below her like this. The last he saw her, she was just a young woman, but she had matured so much in such a short time. Now she truly looked like a breeding hucow, just like their mother.

She backed up to the wall of her pen and pushed her ass against it. She thrust back, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy her. Her pussy left a wet imprint where her big ass grinded against it.

“Here, Ambie. Come here.”

He pulled her away from the wall and knelt down beside her. He dipped his fingers into her burning hot pussy. Her eyes rolled back at the sensation of finally having something in her.

“Like that, huh?”

He rubbed her fat pussy with his thumb as he fingered her. He ran his other hand over her big, pregnant belly. It was warm and firm. She had signed up around nine months ago. He assumed she was ready to pop soon. Then she’d be bred again. He wouldn’t mind seeing one of those.

“You made the right choice coming here, Ambie. You look amazing like this. Real fucking hot.”

He inserted another finger into her. Her pussy was so soft as it squeezed around him.

“You being here, putting those fat tits to use. It seems right for you, y’know. You look like you’re enjoying it.”

He fingered her faster as she began to push her hips back on his hand, moaning like he wasn’t even there. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers as she came. She shivered as her orgasm rolled over her. Barney withdrew them. They were drenched from her insides. Her pubic hair was a matted mess from her spilled juices.

“Fuck, I never knew you were such a dirty girl.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#2419 gave birth a few weeks later. A baby girl. The first of her new line. She was milked and left to rest for almost a month as she recovered from the birth.

She woke one morning and rolled over in the hay. Her pussy was already dripping, leaving wet stains down her thighs. She sought it out and began to rub it. Her big tits spilled over the hay beside her. They were full and heavy. Giving birth had only increased how much milk she produced. Now she was a true hucow.

Her toes curled as she rubbed her fat lips. She felt a feeling growing within her. Her moans fell freely from her mouth as she came closer to cumming. Her orgasm hit her and she squirted in the hay. Good. Good!

Her pen gate opened and a worker stepped inside. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and put a collar around her neck. He pulled bits of hay from her curly hair before leading her out of the pen.

She saw a new bale of hay outside her pen as well as a few more workers. They headed inside once she left.

She walked behind the worker, her big tits dragging along the soft floor. Many sounds and smells vied for her attention as she was led through the barn. She saw other hucows being led on leashes, each in various stages of pregnancy. One with fiery red hair had a particularly large belly; as big as a beach ball that hung almost to the ground. Stretch marks scored its length. If she could understand the workers, she’d have heard one telling the other to be careful of her triplets.

They arrived at a gate and she was led inside. She sat in this strange pen, looking around. Her attention was brought back to her needy pussy and she began to rub it once more.

The gate to her pen was opened and a bull was led inside. Like the last time, her heart leapt as she saw him. Her brain went into breeding mode and she turned around and presented her flushed pussy to him, invitingly. He was released and let loose to breed her.

This bull was different from the last, but he fucked the same. He pressed his weight down on her as he forced his cock into her waiting pussy, pinning her until he was finished breeding her. She moaned out as he thrust into her.

Moans returned from over the pen’s fence as another hucow was bred in the one next to hers. She didn’t notice, only focused on her own breeding.

The bull fucked her deeply, sinking into her womb like last time, causing her toes to curl as they sat upturned in hay. She hadn’t worn shoes in almost a year. Nor any item of clothing. She had lived that whole time naked as livestock. Bred and milked and treated as her owners pleased. Her nudity belonged to them, as did every part of her body.

The bull grunted as he bred her. His grunts reached an apex as he held her hips firmly against his, shooting his load deep inside her. She would undoubtedly fall pregnant again from this. Hucow’s were very fertile. Her second breeding had all but been confirmed. The second of many. As the decades stretched ahead of her, her owners would breed her again and again. She would never have another period and never not have a baby in her belly at any time.