by Bessie Hucow
By this time milk was practically puddling on the floor between us. I lowered myself and began licking up all the hot milky goodness from his bare back and tight ass, all the while moving my hand up and down on his hardened cock. It felt so wicked to be touching a man like this.
As I was on my knees, stroking his cock and licking up my own breast juices, I used my other hand to gently cup his balls, playing with and squeezing them. His cock flexed and grew harder in my hands. I couldn't believe how hot this guy was. I could kiss and lick and touch him forever. The fact that until ten minutes ago we'd never met just made me sopping wet.
"Oh my God, I'm going to cum!" he cried out. That was when I abruptly stopped and playfully swatted his cock.
"Bad cock!" I said as I turned him around and pressed my body into his. "I want you to fuck me," I breathed on his mouth. "I want you to cum in my fertile womb and knock a baby up into me."
He looked at me with a shocked expression and was about to say something.
I put a finger on his lips and shushed him. "Remember, no questions. Just take what you're given."
That, combined with my breast milk spraying all over his hot body, caused him to get over his trepidation. I giggled as he lifted me in his strong, powerful arms with one fell swoop and carried me into his bedroom, laying me gently down on his bed.
"Suck it!" He commanded hoarsely as he hovered his throbbing meat-stick inches from my lips.
I opened my mouth to take him, but he playfully pulled it back, making me work to get his delicious cock in-between my lips. Silly man!
When I finally caught his dick in my mouth, I pursed my lips around him tightly and refused to let go. I felt his finger slip inside my juicy hot-box and I moaned around his mouth, nearly causing him to cum. I had to stop moving my lips or he likely would have. I don't mind taking a load of cum down my throat, but I wanted him deep into my ovulating womb.
"God damn, woman, you're as wet as a river!" He commented as he began rubbing my clit with his thumb and moving his finger in and out, bringing my orgasm higher and higher. It wasn't until his sexy, masculine lips latched onto my very sensitive, milk-engorged nipple did I reach my peak and begin screaming and thrashing with orgasm.
I stroked his head and pulled him deeper to my bosom as he suckled contentedly. It felt so right - so good - to have a man drinking from my lactating breasts. After a few moments, I directed him to my other breast and he greedily latched onto that one, suckling deep to get his fill of my Hucow milk. There was no better feeling than having your tight, milk-engorged breasts emptied.
"Take me!" I cried as I pulled his cock out of my mouth. I was so horny and wet I knew that I'd do anything he wanted me to. I still had some information to get from him, but that could wait. He wasted no time in plowing his cock into my sopping wet pussy. The electric feeling I had when he stuffed it into me made me feel as if his cock and my pussy were meant for each other.
"Fuck!" I cried out as every fiber in my being seemed as though they were on fire. "Your cock is so big inside me."
It didn't take him long to bottom out in my extremely hot and wet depths. That was when he laid fully on top of me and pinned my arms to my side and began thrusting in and out of my cavernous, unprotected depths.
I began desiring his baby. I wanted him to knock me so bad I could taste it. I wasn't concerned with the billionaire's reasons, I had my own. Being a Hucow, as I was learning, came with certain other benefits - namely fertility.
He grunted and sweat dripped from his forehead as he thrust his cock into my aching, ovulating chamber. Each push sending me higher and higher into orgasmic space where I thought I'd never come down. My God, I didn't want this to ever end.
"You really want to get knocked up?" He said, kissing me on the lips as he squirted my milk in the air.
"No," I said.
The crestfallen look that swept over his face was almost comical.
"I want you," I tapped him on the nose while staring into his beautiful eyes, "to knock me up."
He smiled hugely and I could tell that hearing those words brought him to the edge of emptying his ball-sacs in my belly. With one, final grunt that could be heard throughout the house, he thrust deep up into me and pinned me completely to the bed as he dominated my body and womb with his potent seed.
I felt his cock grow thick and stiffen even more - if that was possible. He kissed me hard on the lips as his cock began spewing vast quantities of his dominant, baby-making cum deep into my fertile, unprotected womb. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to very shortly be pregnant with his child. I smiled as I thought about waddling around the billionaire's mansion with my bare belly sticking out as everyone doted on me.
It wasn't until he'd pulled out and I felt his warm cum trickling out of my now-pregnant pussy that I realize that I'd been double crossed.
"You what?" I sat up so fast that I felt light-headed for a spell.
"I knew you were coming," he said, sitting down beside me. "Look, I know who you are. I know why you're here. But," he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips, stirring the passion pot again, "I think I'm falling in love with you."
It was my turn to hold open my mouth. "But - how?"
"One of Draco's informants doesn't work for him. He works for the government." He let the words sink in before dropping the final bombshell on me. "I created a anti-potion to counteract yours."
"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Cum leaked from my pussy and milk sprayed from my breast, but I was oblivious to all this. My heart-rate shot through the roof and my hands grew clammy.
"Yup. Not only that, I reverse-engineered your potion and made it into my own," he smiled devilishly and I felt my heart stop cold.
"You mean?"
"That's right. What you were trying to do to me, has now been done to you." He got up and grabbed a letter off the desk. "I want you to deliver this to Draco and tell him that your mission has been accomplished successfully. You are not to speak of this to anyone, understood?"
I nodded dumbly.
"Then you will return for further instructions."
The Farmer's Hucow
Nikita Storm
I stood nervously at the door to the farm. Pressing the doorbell, I waited. With a quick check in my pocket mirror to make sure everything was in place, I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I'd been on some wacky investigations before, but this one took the cake. I mean, a Hucow farm? That was absurd, wasn't it?
"Hello? May I help you, miss?" I nearly swooned as a tall, dark-skinned cowboy complete with cowboy hat and jeans opened the door and stood before me.
"Uh, yes," quick Amanda, put on your professional demeanor - this is no time to let your feelings get in the way. I straightened, smiled and looked him in the eye. "My name is Amanda and I'm working with the local paper. We're doing an investigative report on Hucow farms and our contacts led us here. May I come in?"
My heart pounded in my chest as he studied me. I knew he was sizing my body up. I was a petite thing. Just nineteen and fresh out of college. Long flowing brown hair, green eyes and small, but pert breasts. I was pretty sure that he was going to deny everything, as was the usual case. They never owned up to it. That's when I usually put on my detective hat. I had a report to do and a deadline to meet. I was going to get my story regardless if this cowboy gave it to me or I had to find out for myself.
He looked around furtively, before looking back at me. "Who told you this?" He demanded.
I shook my head. "I'm sorry, I can't divulge my sources. May I come in and have a look around?" They always asked that.
"No!" He said and slammed the door. Well, that wasn't altogether unexpected, but it still hurt. I got in my car and drove off, knowing that they were watching my every move. I was just going to have to come back another time and figure a way inside.
*****
That night I laid in bed and wondered what was really going on in these "Hucow farms." Was there really a b
unch of large-breasted women pumping milk day and night? Did they have any choice in the matter?
My hand slipped under my top and I felt my minuscule breasts. What did it feel like to have enormous breasts? I watched all my friends grow big and waited my turn, but it never came. After a while, I resigned myself to always being flat-chested.
My other hand crept into the waistband of my panties as I envisioned myself growing large, milky boobs. How many times had I cried myself to sleep, wishing my tits were at least "normal" sized, if not big. I'd thought about fake ones, but that didn't suit me. I wanted real, large boobs. If they squirted milk all the time, then so be it. Maybe that would even be a good thing.
I closed my eyes as my finger slipped inside my juicy pussy and I began rubbing myself. The higher my orgasm got, the more I realized that I wanted to become a Hucow. Maybe I'd chicken out when the orgasmic high subsided, but for now I could see myself with extremely large breasts. How many guys passed me up because I just wasn't big enough for them? Too many to count.
My fingers encircled my sensitive clit faster and faster as my body powered its way to an orgasm. Usually I like to build it up a bit, but just the thought of being a big-breasted, milk-leaking Hucow turned me on so much that I screamed in pleasure as the most powerful of orgasms wracked my body. My legs stiffened and my pussy clenched tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a determination to become a Hucow.
*****
Three days later, I had the pill in my greedy little hands. Oh my God, I haven't been this excited since I graduated. Wow! It was just a tiny little thing (like me), but if the website was to be trusted, this pill would turn me into a bonafide Hucow.
I poured myself a glass of water and held the pill in my hands. Geez, I was shaking so bad that I wasn't sure I could get it into my mouth without dropping it. A Hucow. Wow, my life was about to completely do a one-eighty.
I closed my eyes, popped the innocent-looking pill into my mouth and swallowed. I can't say that I didn't question my decision, but it was too late now.
Okay, so now what? I didn't feel any different. I took my shirt off, exposing my (still) small, pert breasts. I rubbed them in anticipation. How big would they grow? According to the testimonials, they would become massive. But how long would it take?
Maybe I should take a nap and let Mother Nature take its course. Oh, yeah, sure. I didn't think sleep was within the realm of possibilities at the moment. I got it! I'll just take my morning shower.
My mind was racing a million miles an hour as I thought about all the possibilities of being a Hucow. Finally, I was going to have large breasts. At least, I hoped so. Maybe it wouldn't work on small-breasted women. No, the testimonials said that...
That's when I noticed my first change. My hips seemed wider; fuller. Oh God, it was happening. I prayed that it would all work out and I wouldn't really turn into a cow or something.
I soaped up my breasts and that's when I knew that something was happening. I actually had something to clean there. They were still small yet, but I could feel them growing. How big would they get?
I looked down and realized that I could no longer see my belly. I jumped up and down and shouted with glee as I had waited all my life for such a miracle to occur. You flat-chested women know what I'm talking about.
And - oh my God - they were sensitive. I tried touching my nipples, but I had to pull back is it felt like a jolt of electricity shooting through me. I wondered when I would begin producing milk.
I don't know that I was actually ready for any of this as I hadn't even bought a pail or milking implements or anything. I looked down at the swirling water in the drain and saw something milky-white.
Was that what I was thinking it was? Was that really milk? I lifted my fingers to my nipples and came away with a milky white substance. I brought the liquid to my lips and tasted it and – sure enough – it was breast-milk. Oh my god, I couldn't believe that I was actually lactating. This had to have been the best day in my entire life.
I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried myself off. I was so excited that I couldn't contain myself. I dressed and prepared myself to go back to the farm. However, I used some makeup and different clothing to make sure that they wouldn't know that it was me. After all, I was now an undercover Hucow and I wanted to make a good first impression.
On the drive over, my breasts became engorged and leaked the entire way. I hadn't thought to buy a nursing bra and I was regretting that decision. By the time that I had arrived at the farm, milk had leaked all the way through my shirt, causing it to become transparent. I felt so depraved and naughty and really didn't even care.
One thing that I noticed that was different was that I now seemed much hornier and all of my thoughts revolved around one of two things: either my breasts or sex – or sometimes both.
Not only was my shirt soaked, but so was my panties. I even contemplated rubbing one out before I went inside, but scratched that idea as I didn't want to seem too conspicuous.
I didn't think it was possible, but my heart was racing even faster this time than before as I walked up to the front door. I still couldn't believe that I was doing this. This was so wrong and naughty and I hoped like hell that I wouldn't get caught.
"May I help you?" I had been looking out at the farm and was caught off-guard. When I turned around, my heart speeding, I saw that it was a different man than before. This one was shorter, with brown hair and brown eyes and a very nice smile. My heart instantly melted as I took in his gorgeousness.
"Yes, my name is Amanda and I've recently become a Hucow and would like to join your farm. I hear you have positions available." I was lying through my teeth, but he didn't need to know that.
Unlike the other cowboy, this guy was much more affable and didn't seem in the least surprised that I showed up on his doorstep.
"Sure, come on in. What did you say your name was again?" He guided me into the living room where he had me take a seat on a sofa.
"Amanda," I said as I jutted out my hand and he shook it. Oh my God, he was so powerful and strong that I felt my heat rising just looking at him. "Yours?"
"John," he said, smiling. "Would you like some tea or lemonade?"
"Lemonade, please." I wish I had brought my notebook and something to write with, I was just going to have to remember everything in my head. Meanwhile, my breasts were starting to feel awfully tight, almost like they were about to burst. If I didn't relieve myself quickly, I really didn't know what was going to happen.
"So," he said as he brought in our lemonade and set it on the table, "you say that you just become a Hucow. Is that correct?"
I nodded as I took a sip of the pink lemonade. It was delicious.
He arched an eyebrow in my direction. "What would cause someone like you to want to become a Hucow?" He drank half his glass and then sat back and crossed his legs.
I figured that it was probably better to just tell him the truth. "Well," I said, looking away shyly, "I've always had small breasts and -"
"Stop right there, sister," he said, waving his hand, "I understand completely." He smiled and looked at me with his deep brown eyes and I melted right then and there into a little puddle on his couch. Speaking of puddle, my Hucow breast-milk was starting to leak all over the place.
"Listen," I said as I stood. "I would love to chitchat, but I seem to have a plethora of milk that I need to get rid of somehow."
"Well," he looked around, "the old man's not here. But, I guess I could give you a trial and show you around a bit. That is, if you're still interested."
I nodded. "So what is your payment policy?" I couldn't imagine where the Hucow's would go after they were done with their shift.
"Well, see that's the thing," he fidgeted with his shirt. "As a Hucow, you're going to have special needs that need to be fulfilled –"
"You mean like lactating all the damn time?" I said as I pulled my sticky shirt away from
my breasts.
He laughed and began guiding me into the back. "That's one thing," he said.
"What else?" My breasts were beginning to ache and I wanted nothing more than to feel a pair of hands press against them as they emptied their milk into the sink. I didn't even care if they weren't mine.
"Well," he looked around nervously as though he were trying to determine whether or not to tell me. "Hucows are not only lactating women with big breasts, but they also have a very large libido."
"That explains why I was so horny on the way over. Anything else you want to tell me?"
"You see," he said, guiding me out of the house and into the barn. "We have to take care of all of our Hucow needs or their milk will not be good."
"You mean, like, sexually?" Was he really suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? If he was, this was definitely something that was going into the article.
He nodded. "We provide free room and board and a small stipend each week. But we expect our Hucow's to stay here for the duration of their time."
I contemplated what he was saying and I can understand where he was coming from. Now that I was a Hucow, I guess I was going to have to figure out what I was going to do and where I was going to live. It was obvious that I was going to need some special care – what with these big, leaky breasts and my sexual overdrive.
We walked into a barn that was unlike any other. Instead of a wide open space with hay all over the floor, this was a small, cozy area with a small little stalls that seemed to house what looked to be about twenty Hucows.
There were a couple of girls in the stalls and they waved at me as I walked by. They looked pregnant. I felt very self-conscious, even though they were exactly like me – big breasts and very horny. I wanted to get to know these girls – maybe even do an expose on them. Where they came from, who they were and how they came to be a Hucow.
