From Farmhand To Hucow: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  She was being dosed with stimulation that bathed her whole body in blissful ecstasy. In a way it was no surprise that her world completely whited out, Melody overcome with pleasure.

  When she finally became aware of herself she was awaking at the start of yet another late morning.

  “Hmm, what happened?” she groaned to herself, sitting up in her bed with a ray of light splashing over her face, “I had some crazy dream I was…”

  Her heart sunk when she saw the clock, the time and the date. How could it be tomorrow already, how could it be that time and how the heck could she still be on the farm? Wasn’t she supposed to be leaving on the evening bus? What had happened…

  Melody saw past the hucow filled dream she’d had, for the second night in a row, and got flashbacks of allowing herself to enter the milking barn again. Oh no.

  Again she jumped out of bed. Again she struggled to get her bra on as it seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. Again she went whining to Bob for help before she transformed herself completely into a hucow.

  “It ain’t hard love,” he told her again, “You just need a bit of self restraint. Stay away from those barns and those hucows. As long as you don’t go near them there is nothing to worry about. You’ll be on the bus home and you’ll be right as rain. Just look after yourself.”

  Maybe she just needed to get it out of her system? One day of relapse was nothing serious, just a one off. Today she would behave herself and not get caught in that hucow trap.

  That sexy, busty, milky, delicious, tasty, hucow tr… no!

  Today would be different from yesterday. Today Melody would resist. How hard could it really be?

  It was the start of a brand new day, it was the start of the next page of Melody’s battle again the addictions of hucow milk. How many pages was that now? Well it had been over a week. Her self restraint had not covered itself in glory.

  Every day was exactly the same. Melody awoke from a sexy hucow filled dream, one where she had giant breasts that were being milked just like the girls she’d seen in the flesh, and she would steel herself in determination not to end up in the barn again.

  Naturally she would find herself weak willed and would end up in the barn due to whatever excuse and reason and would quickly end up masturbating while nursing on hucow milk before everything turned into a blur. Then she would wake up in bed and start the whole process again.

  However today wasn’t just another day of Melody’s fall from grace, it was a special day.

  She didn’t act surprised that it had all happened again, she simply dragged her heavy body up from her bed and headed out of the room. The day before she’d given up on wearing a bra, the stupid thing had shrunk to much she wasn’t even close to being able to fit it on. However today was the first time she’d given up on wearing clothes at all.

  “Morning Melody, how are… you…” Bob said as the naked girl marched past him.

  This was also the first time that Melody had completely ignored the farm owner. Usually she whined to him about her issue but today she simply passed him by and rushed out the door.

  Melody was completely focused. There was only one thing on her mind as she approached a full fortnight of farm life; delicious hucow milk.

  She went straight into the barn and got down onto her knees at the first hucow she reached, dragging away the milking equipment so she could drain those udders herself. After days of struggle this was the day she stopped fighting and simply gave in to her instincts; Melody had fallen.

  Happily she drunk the addictive cream straight from the teat, wiggling her rear about like she was wagging a big, invisible, tail. It was this sight which Bob saw as he came wandering into the barn after her.

  “I thought you’d be in here,” he said as he strolled over to his pet project, “Not even wearing clothes today? Not even saying hello? I think it might be time to officially give you a job change.”

  He lowered himself down next to her and wrapped his arms around her body, allowing his hands to slip below to her breasts. She’d had a nice, perky, bust on her arrival but after days of milk guzzling they’d swollen into palm filling titties.

  As he squeezed his grip down her swollen breasts sunk around his fingers, causing her to shudder and mooan out in bliss. Her tits had gotten so sensitive, getting them touched felt amazing.

  She trembled and couldn’t stay still as he kneaded her heavy jugs and tugged at her nipples with his fingertips. Her chest felt so hot, it was hard to think straight, or any straighter than she was thinking at the time.

  Bob drew his hands back from his groping to guide her chin and lips away from the teat she was suckling, droplets of white leaking free.

  “I know you like your milk,” he told her, still using a hand to tease her chest, “but I bet there is something else that your body wants right now. I know you can feel it, I know your body is craving it.”

  He was right, there was a voice screaming from the back of her head. Milk. Milk me.

  “Please,” she groaned up at him, “my breasts are so sensitive. Please milk me too.”

  “You want me to milk you? You want to be a hucow just like them?”

  As he uttered that sentence, her heart began to speed up. It was beating so hard it felt like it was gonna punch its way straight through her chest.

  Melody remembered all those dreams she’d been having. Every night she dreamt of being hooked up onto milking machines, mooing her mind away as the milk came gushing out of her titties. Even once she’d awoken her daydreams were of the same thing and the more time which passed the more consumed she became by those fantasies.

  With her mind and body both reacting to his words she was unable to deny it, she wanted to be a hucow.

  “Yes!” she gasped out in joy, her dreams finally being realized.

  “That’s not the answer I was looking for Melody. That’s the answer a human would give. What answer would a hucow give?”

  She didn’t find that question difficult either. The answer was right on the tip of her tongue.

  “Moo!”

  He smirked and ruffled her hair as she groaned the correct response.

  “Atta girl, ‘bout time you made your mind up. Now it’s time to pay me back for all that milk you wasted.”

  Bob dragged over the two objects he’d brought with him to the barn, foreseeing where all this was going to lead. It was a small, wooden, milking stool and a metal bucket.

  He took his seat on the stool and grabbed a hold of the curvy blonde hucow apprentice, pulling her body up tight, pinning her to his body and his crotch.

  Like the slutty girl she had became, Melody moaned and grinded herself onto his lap, covering his jean covered bulge with her wet pussy juices. She was so horny, she wanted to be milked but that wasn’t everything she wanted. She also wanted to be fucked by Bob’s big, hard, dick.

  The farmer unzipped his fly and fished out his hard, erect, manhood, the slab of meat swinging up to spank between Melody’s spread thighs, right to her puffy mound.

  With her prize in the open, Melody pushed her hips up slightly and sunk back down, devouring his cock into her wet pussy.

  A squeal erupted from her lips as his shaft penetrated deep into her body, the sound eclipsing all the other hucows in the barn. Fat farmer dick was the best, it made Melody’s brain feel like jelly.

  However the reason Bob had took command of his hucow hadn’t just been to fuck her, he had other things to attend to. Lining the bucket up below he set his hands upon her tits and got to work.

  Her breast size had rise exponentially since arriving. The growth had started small but the more she drunk the bigger they got and now he was toying with DD cup tits. Compared to the others cows they were small but compared to how she had arrived they were huge and devilishly sensitive.

  His palms worked on kneading the soft flesh of her heavy jugs while his fingertips concentrated on the nipples, pinching and tugging them, rubbing them firmly as she felt something bubbling with
in, a new sensation she’d never experienced before. The more that Bob worked the stronger those feelings became until she couldn’t contain them any longer. Throwing her head back and mooing she let it all out.

  Milk, it was milk of her own. Melody was lactating.

  The milk she had been nursing down hadn’t just been transforming her mind and increasing her breast size, it had also been preparing her for this. It had coaxed her body into producing milk of her own and now Bob was coaxing that same cream out of her.

  White drops of milk leaked from her pale skin and splashed down into the bucket below, the first droplets clattering into the metal. It was music to Melody’s ears and the sensation was heavenly.

  “M-milk!” she groaned out, “I’m making milk? I’m really making milk!?”

  “No tricks Melody, that’s your milk. See what did I tell ya? You were destined to be a hucow all along.”

  The dreams, the fantasies, the unbearable desires all made sense. This was what she was born to do, Melody was born to be a hucow. This was her purpose.

  At first the flow was slow but the more Bob stimulated her chest, and the more he pleasured her down within her loins, the stronger the surge became until the drips became a trickle. It was still far behind the other hucows but it was a start.

  Melody was already feeling blissful as her milk was forced out but it only got better for her when Bob leaned over and wrapped his lips around one of her soft udders. The sound which left her lips as a result was one of true ecstasy.

  He sucked with a strong suction, licked with his thick tongue and nipped at her sensitive nipple, coaxing out more of her white juices which he promptly drunk up. All of her desires were coming true at once.

  With her nipples being provided with stimulation like she’d never felt before and had only dreamt of, and with Bob rolling and thrusting his hips up into her needy pussy, her body’s natural excitement levels were quickly starting to build.

  Every squeeze of her exposed teat, every trickle of white which leaked out, made her shudder.

  The adoring sensation of his suckling lips drinking down her fresh milk, it made her squeal.

  That feeling of hard, thick, masculine cock pounding her sloppy, hucow, twat, it was taking her over.

  With Melody feeling the heights of pleasure on so many levels she succumbed to her emotions and surrendered to the more incredible orgasm of her life.

  Her pussy juices went squirting across the room in a very visual display of her erupting satisfaction while the flow from her nipples increased. The milk just gushed from her swollen teats, her hucow cream spraying out into the bucket and into Bob’s suckling mouth.

  White nectar poured out and filled the base of the bucket while Bob took care of all he was fed, doing his best not to waste a drop as Melody released all that she could at the very heights of pleasure.

  Melody’s orgasm made her body tighten up, it made her muscles tense and that extra dose of feeling squeezing around Bob’s length meant that he too couldn’t contain himself any longer.

  He dug his fingers into her tight as he buried her hips down to his lap and began to cum himself, spraying all of his hot, virile, male seed directly into her womb, flooding it to the brim.

  Bob and Melody remained tensed in place as they released all that they had pent up inside, both feeding the other in one way or another.

  The sudden rush flowed to an end as they both fell down from their orgasmic highs and into a warm afterglow, only the last dregs escaping from their bodies.

  Bob released his lip seal on her chest with a wet, sloppy, pop, white stained trails of saliva hanging from his mouth to her bosom.

  “Hmm, not bad,” he commented, licking his lips clean, “Pretty good for a first go. You’ve got the potential to be the best hucow on my farm.”

  His words made her feel euphoric. Even with her insides bathed in such powerful sensitivity she couldn’t help herself from squirming around in glee on her lap.

  “Moo,” was the only response she gave as she looked up at him adoringly, ready to accept her place as a hucow.

  He slid his manhood from her pussy, trickles of jizz flowing free as he guided her up onto her shaky feet so that he could rise too, wrapping an arm around her hips to stop her from tumbling back down.

  “Luckily for you I already have a place in one of my barns ready for an extra hucow. I think you’ll like it very much.”

  She giggled as she hugged her curvy body tightly into his side and stayed skin tight as he picked up the sloshing bucket and led her off to her new home.

  Melody had accepted her place as a hucow, her mind had decided to just go with the pleasure and allow her fantasies to take over. The rest of her summer would be spent being milked and transformed into a perfect hucow just like the rest of the girls.

  Her mind may have been on board but a lot of work was still needed until she could call herself a true hucow.

  From Farmhand To Hucow 3

  “Moo, milk me more, milk me more!”

  Another moan slipped from Melody’s lips as a second mouth came in close and wrapped around her exposed nipple. Both of them were now surrounded and suckled by the greedy lips, her fresh milk being drained away.

  Melody’s body fluttered as the feeling of euphoria washed over her. She could feel the main event surging, she was about to release all of her lust.

  With her limits surpassed she threw her head back and squealed out a blissful groan that shuddered the entire barn…

  “Ah!” Melody squeaked as she bounced up in her bed, stirred awake once again by a very vulgar and vivid dream.

  It was the same thing every morning. The actions of her dream self served as an alarm clock that brought her back to the world of the living. The only difference between her early days on the farm and the ones she now existed in was that now her dreams carried over to reality.

  Melody lifted her head up from her pillow and looked around the new room she was calling home. She was no longer sleeping in the farmhouse, she now had her own pen in one of the barns.

  The place was kinda small but it was actually surprisingly cosy. The barns were well insulated which kept them nice and warm and the beds were very soft and comfortable. Every night’s rest for Melody was a pleasant one, it was just waking which caused discomfort and that had nothing to do with the furniture. Every day Melody awoke her nipples were sore and her chest was swollen, filled to the brim with milk which was begging to be released.

  It had been a couple of weeks since Melody had taken the plunge and became a proper hucow and in that time both her breast size and milk production levels had increased dramatically; her DD cup bust seemed like a distant memory. Thanks to meals of hucow milk and special feed, her chest had managed to reach a H cup.

  With her tits aching for attention, Melody dragged her heavy body up from her bed. While her tits were the main source of her extra weight they weren’t the only culprit. A diet rich on milk and a lifestyle devoid of exercise was starting to make her whole body plump and soft.

  She would have been ashamed to have such a figure back in college but on the farm she carried it like a badge of honor.

  Melody made the short trip from her sleeping quarters to the milking station, that spot which looked out over all her hucow neighbors. She wasn’t the only one who’d reacted to her body's natural alarm clock, all the other hucows were stirring as well.

  “Mornin’!” the cheery, tan skinned, strawberry blonde haired, girl across from her said to Melody with a wave.

  That particular hucow was called Faith and she had a similar backstory to Melody. She’d been recruited for some work experience as a farmhand but ended up getting hooked on hucow milk and eventually transferred into a big breasted, submissive, milk producing human cow.

  A girl with more common sense left in her noggin may have found such matching circumstances to be suspicious but an empty headed Melody was just pleased to find another hucow her age.

  “Morning Faith!” Melod
y replied happily, leaning her upper half onto the side of her pen so that those huge udders hung down freely.

  “You’re tits are starting to get huge! You’re starting to catch up to me!”

  “I could only dream of being as big as you!”

  “Pff I think you should aim a little bigger than me. With how fast you’re growing you could end up as big as Eileen!”

  Eileen was a hucow right down on the other side of the bar and her breasts were a thing of legend to her peers. Some claimed she had the biggest tits on the entire farm and seeing how udderly huge they were it wasn’t hard to see why. There were rumors that she was officially a Z cup.