40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  Knocking up the Sassy Hucow

  Nikita Storm

  "There!" I shouted to no one in-particular. I took off my mask, held the gleaming green vial aloft and smiled at my cleverness. I wiped a bead of sweat off my forehead as I thought back to the long struggle to make this potion. I don't know how many times I'd had to start over just because one, small thing had been off.

  Holding the potion to the light, I snagged a brief reflection of myself in the mirror. Boy, these last six months have really kicked my butt! I'd let myself go. My normal, lustrous, long-brown hair was fraying and uncombed. I noticed bags under my eyes that weren't there before and - speaking of eyes - they looked tired. I was only twenty-three, but I looked like a forty-year-old!

  Forgetting about the vial for a moment, I vowed that I was going to change that. I may have just spent the last six months alone, in my basement and burning through my mental and monetary reserves, but now that it was finished, I needed to take some me time and get myself back into shape.

  The potion could wait.

  *****

  I was surprised by how quickly my youthful body bounced back. I think if I'd been even five years older, I would've had a much tougher time of it, but as it was, it only took me a month of daily workouts and sweatin' to the oldies to bring the bounce back into my pounce - if you know what I mean.

  Now, it was time. I had stored the liquid at the perfect temperature to preserve its properties. I flashed a devilish grin as I closed my eyes and greedily downed the foul-tasting liquid. Geez, I had to chase it down with some wine to mask the heavy flavor.

  Now, for the results. I stripped out of my sweaty gym clothes, revealing my small, pert breasts, hour-glass figure and beautiful face. I instinctively ran my hands down the length of my hips, loving the feel of my black-widow figure. I flexed my new-found muscles and laughed at myself as I realized that I needed more gym time for that.

  But that wasn't what I was waiting for. How long would it take? A minute? An hour? I did mix the ingredients right, I was sure of it. I stared at my boobs, willing them to inflate and start dripping rich, creamy milk. I wanted to become a Hucow - or human cow - so badly that I was willing to do just about anything to get it. And I did.

  Oh my! Was that a droplet of milk I spied clinging to my breast? Was it my imagination or did they just grow a fraction? With my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly brought my finger to my luscious nipple and wiped off the milk. It was definitely something. Slowly, ever-so-hopefully, I brought the droplet of breast dew to my lips and tasted it like I was tasting fine wine.

  It worked!

  *****

  You see, I'm a sassy Hucow. I know the tired old line that says that Hucows are to be subservient to men; but I just don't buy it. I won't buy it. I was never a submissive woman before becoming a Hucow and I sure as hell haven't changed.

  How and why did I become a Hucow, then? Well, I saw an ad for a pill that would change my life. That was when I decided to buy it and take it downstairs to my lab. What? You don't think a Hucow could have a lab? Well, like I said, I'm no ordinary Hucow.

  I'll let you in on a little secret. If you promise not to tell anyone. Ready? I reverse-engineered the pill, found out what made it tick and added my own secret ingredient to it. What did I put in it? Well, just between you, me and the fencepost, I added a special pheromone. That's right, now not only will I have all the positives of being a Hucow - a hyper sex drive (my God, that's an understatement), large fabulous boobs that leak milk constantly and a desire to let loose with a little moo every now and then, but my milk is a very powerful dominator.

  Yup! Took a good six-months to get it just right. But now, whenever a man so much as even tastes my milk, he's mine. Completely. I can get him to do anything I want. If I want him to moo for me and run around like a cow, he will. No questions asked. Oh, he doesn't have to; he wants to. He could turn around and leave at any time, but he won't.

  Why did I do this? Why not simply become a "normal" Hucow and let the man have his way? Because I wanted to seduce a billionaire. Not just any billionaire; but THE billionaire. Draco Stevens. Yeah, that Draco. The richest, most powerful man in the state. The first thing I have to do is get close to him. I needed to find a way to get him alone.

  That was when I came up with my master plan. I seduced his bodyguard. Yeah, it was that easy. At least when you have overpowering milk at your disposal, like I did. Now that I had seduced his close personal guard, I had to execute step two of my devious plot: I wanted to get knocked up. I wanted to carry Draco's baby - and not only that, but I wanted him to be the sole heir to his fortune.

  Maybe sassy isn't the right word for me. Clever, devious, cunning. Take your pick. Whatever.

  I told the bodyguard to arrange a meeting between the two of us. Alone. Without hesitation, he did as I asked. Now, the rest was up to me.

  *****

  "So, what did you say your name was again?" Draco asked as we walked along the moon-lit shore at midnight. It was so romantic that I almost wanted to cry.

  I stopped and turned to face him, then looked him straight in his deep, blue eyes. "Brenda," I said, holding his gaze. He was so handsome. Oh my God. Not only did he have a bank account the size of Texas, but he was one of the hottest looking men I'd ever laid eyes on. My lady parts were squirming with desire for him. Soon, my sweeties, soon.

  He nodded curtly as the light from the moon fell across his shoulders. "So, it seems that you've succeeded in getting me away from my bodyguard. Is this where you kill me and take the cash from my wallet?" He was smiling roguishly and I felt my heart flutter. I was supposed to be dominating him, dammit!

  "Naw, that'd be too easy," I said as I bent to pick up a pebble and cast it into the water. It skipped twice, then plunked straight down.

  "Let me show you how to do that. When I was a boy, I was the town rock-skipping champion," he said as he put his arms around me and placed a pebble in my hand.

  "Is that how you became a billionaire?" I retorted, trying hard not to succumb to his dominant, masculine scent.

  "Hardly," he said, laughing. "The first step is choosing the right stone..."

  I found myself not being able to pay attention to what he was saying. I could hear his words, but couldn't make them out. I was becoming alarmed. What was going on? I heard laughter from somewhere distant, but didn't know who's voice it was. Was it mine? Then, everything went black.

  *****

  "Master Draco will see you now," I heard a feminine voice call out in front of me. I tried to open my eyes, but found that the incoming light stabbed my vision.

  "What? What happened?" I asked, trying to blink my way to sight. My head pounded like a jackhammer on cement.

  "You fell ill and Master saved you. He expects to see you in his quarters in five minutes." The woman informed me.

  "Five minutes?" I tried to yell, but found that just hurt my head even more. "What if I don't make it in five minutes?"

  "You will. Master Draco always gets what he wants. And what he wants is you."

  I shivered as I heard the door shut behind the servant. That was a very chilling, ominous threat. I tried to recall just who this "Master Draco" could be, but my mind was drawing a blank. However, I had a feeling that if I didn't get my ass in gear that I was going to be in big trouble.

  It took great effort for me to get out of bed without falling down. But once I was on my feet, everything started to come together. I looked around and quickly found my clothes.

  I don't know why, but thinking of displeasing Draco made my heart flutter. Hell, I couldn't even remember who Draco was, let alone how I got here or anything else. I didn't dwell on that, though, I just hustled my ass in gear, used the restroom and followed the servant girl up the stairs to "Master Draco's" chambers.

  "Thank you, Veronica," I heard a man's voice call out from across the room, excusing the servant. "That will be all."

  "Yes, Master Draco," she said, as she turned to me, bowed and then
scurried out of the room, leaving me all alone with this creep.

  "I hope morning finds you feeling well rested and full of good cheer," he said. I could see he was staring out the window into what looked like a courtyard.

  "Cut to the chase," I said, clenching my fists. Deep in my sleepy brain, I vaguely recognized his voice, but I couldn't quite place it.

  "That's not a nice thing to say to your master," he said.

  "I'm not--"

  "Come here!" He demanded, and I felt my legs go weak. As much as I wanted to resist his command, I knew I had better not and I found myself moving toward his side.

  "Do you know who I am?" He turned to look at me and my heart sank. Everything came flooding back to me. The potion, the beach, the billionaire. So it hadn't been just a dream.

  "You're-- You're-- Draco the billionaire - richest man in the state!" I sputtered. He pierced me with his handsome, yet savage gaze and I felt all my resistances weakening.

  "Correct," he said, smiling. "Do you recall what happened last night?"

  "Vaguely," I replied, rubbing my aching forehead as if that would help speed the process up.

  "What about this?" He held up a green vial.

  I began shaking. He found out. Somehow he had found out. Tears streamed down my face as I told him what I had been planning to do. That I had wanted to seduce him and get knocked up with his baby.

  "As I expected," he said coldly with a gleam in his eye.

  "Wha? What are you going to do to me?" I asked, wiping away my tears and sniffling.

  "Well," he said, putting his arm around me, "now that you mention it, I have a job for you."

  "A job?" I looked up at him hopefully. Maybe he wasn't going to kill me and dump my body in a river after all.

  "Yes, see, there's a CIA scientist who has some information that I need. I want you to seduce him and let him knock you up. You're to let him drink your milk and then you'll ask him a series of questions. Once you're knocked up with his child, I'll have him over a barrel."

  *****

  I was surprised at how easy it was to get into the scientist's home. I had figured that such a high-level secret, government worker would have had more protections, but I was wrong. I'd had a couple of days to come up with my devious plan. Draco was going to provide me with a place to live and pay me to "acquire" items and info for him. This was devious, but I liked it. It was better than being at the bottom of a river.

  One of the things that Draco's informants passed on to me is that this high-level, top-secret scientist ate cereal every morning. That gave me the perfect idea.

  I slipped in through the door that the informant had left unlocked for me and shined my flashlight around. I felt so wicked and naughty. I had worn a see-thru blouse with no bra for easy access to my milk. It didn't take very long for me to find my way to the kitchen.

  I stood stock still, listening for any sound that he might be awake, but I heard nothing. Nothing but my heart hammering in my chest like a Goddamn conga drum. Settle down, girl, I pep-talked myself. With the utmost care, I emptied the old milk container and pulled down my blouse. I only wanted to top it up to where it was.

  Slowly, I pulled out my aching breasts. They seemed awfully heavy in my hands and I actually moaned as I positioned my teat over the hole in the carton.

  I pressed slightly with my fingers and closed my eyes as I felt my aching breast deflate as the milk streamed into the carton. With great reluctance, I switched over to my other breast and began pumping that one.

  Ever since I'd become a Hucow, my breasts had constantly become full. I knew this would happen, of course, but until I actually experienced it, I didn't really have any comprehension of it. It was not fun waking up at three in the morning with not only a full bladder, but full breasts.

  Whenever I could, I ducked into the restroom and expressed myself. I don't know why, but every-time I did, I became so wet and horny that I just had to masturbate. Sometimes, even that wasn't enough.

  With the milk carton re-filled, I looked around for something to wipe down my mess with. I became frantic when I couldn't find anything and now I could hear his bedroom light switch on. He was getting up! I had to think fast!

  Without thinking about it further, I bent down and began lapping up my own spilled mother's milk on the counter. I did like the taste, but this was just weird. I was just grateful that he didn't come in and see me like that.

  It took a couple of minutes for me to be able to lap up all my juicy breast milk from the counter. As soon as I did, I hid around the corner. Just in time! No sooner than I had positioned myself than the scientist had appeared, bleary-eyed and...hot?

  Oh wow! I put my hand over my fluttering heart. I had no idea that this guy was so good looking. He was tall, with short, sandy-blond hair, green eyes and a very tight, muscular body. Not the stereotypical scientist look, that was for sure.

  I watched with my mouth hung open as he put on a pot of coffee, grabbed a bowl and spoon and poured himself a bowl of Raisin Bran. Well, at least he had good taste. Oh shit! My heart leapt in my throat as he bent forward and sniffed the milk. Did he know?

  Apparently he didn't as he sat down and poured my fresh Hucow milk into the bowl. My pussy tingled as I thought about him drinking my delicious dominant breast milk. This was making me wet just thinking about it.

  I had no idea how long it would take before I could confront him. I decided to wait until he had finished his breakfast. God, I couldn't believe how good-looking this man was. No, he wasn't a billionaire, but he must've hit the weights pretty often to have a body like he did.

  The longer I stood there, heart pounding in my chest, the more wet I became. I began fantasizing and lusting after him. I wanted to do so many naughty things to him. I could imagine running my hands all along his muscular body, squeezing his pecks and washboard stomach. I suddenly wondered what his cock looked like. If the rest of his physique was any indication, it was glorious! I pictured myself stroking it and kneeling before it --

  I heard the clink of his spoon against his ceramic bowl and realized that now was the time to make my move. I didn't think my heart could work any faster, but it somehow managed - I was surprised that the damn thing didn't just leap out of my throat.

  I casually strolled into the kitchen and stood before him. It was extremely hard, but I tried not to let on that I was nervous. He stood suddenly.

  "Who the hell are you?" He demanded.

  "Does it really matter?" I said coyly.

  "Of course it --" He began, but stopped mid-sentence as I pulled up my shirt, revealing my large, leaky Hucow breasts. I smiled to myself as I watched his eyes latch on greedily to my big, milky boobs. From the look on his face, it was apparent that he'd never had a woman come into his house and pull up her shirt before - at least unbidden.

  "What?" He tried to talk, but could only stammer.

  "Why don't you pour yourself some more cereal," I said with a wicked grin on my face. I was absolutely loving having this amount of power.

  "Cereal?" He stammered.

  "Yes. You really want a second bowl, don't you?" I wanted to see how well this was working.

  He thought about it for a moment before nodding as if that was a fine idea and why hadn't he thought of it himself.

  "Okay," he said as he pushed the chair back, grabbed the cereal box and poured it into the bowl. When he reached for the milk, I put my hand out.

  "Let me." I then leaned over his bowl and began squirting my milk jugs into his cereal as his eyes opened wide.

  "There you go!" I said, bouncing the last droplets into his bowl. I still had a ton more milk in my veiny, engorged breasts. But that could be dealt with later.

  His coffee dinged and I rushed over to it. "How much milk?"

  "Uh..." he was completely caught off guard.

  "How about you tell me when," I smiled as I again expressed my over-flowing milky breasts into his coffee. I concentrated on directing as much of the streams into the cup as I
could, but of course some of it splattered on the counter.

  I could tell he was enjoying the show as his dick was starting to become visible through his pants. When I was finished, I handed him the cup and watched his reaction as he greedily gulped down my mother's milk.

  When the coffee cup was empty, he looked up at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. "You still haven't told me who you are or what you're doing here."

  I pulled off my milk-stained, see-thru t-shirt and tossed it to the floor, revealing my large ponderous breasts. My nipples were dark and thick and milk clung to them like dew drops clinging to a blade of grass.

  "Isn't it obvious?" I whispered sultrily into his ear as I pressed my naked breasts into his shirtless back. Oh God, to feel his hot man-flesh under my chest was almost more than I could handle. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, my tit-milk dripping down his muscles. I still couldn't believe I was doing this.

  He tried to turn around, but I held him fast.

  "Shh," I whispered as I kissed his ear, nibbling on the lobe and stuck my tongue down as far as I could. "Just go along with it," I said. "You may never have another opportunity like this in your life."

  I felt him relax and loll back his head. I took that opportunity to pepper his face with kisses, working my way to his lips.

  He groaned as my soft, sensuous lips brushed lightly against his. I moved my hands down his chest and touched his hardened cock through his shorts. If he wasn't hard before, he certainly was now. I squeezed his cock at the same time as I pressed my lips hard to his. I reveled in the feeling of power as I tasted his salty lips and felt his strong, bulging cock in my hands.

  "Take 'em off," I whispered sexily in his ear. "Take your shorts off and show me what you're hiding."

  Without hesitation, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, exposing his elongated pole of a dick to my lustful gaze. My fingers quickly wrapped themselves around his hard shaft and began stroking.