Jessica

The early morning sun seeped through the curtains, warming the room in a brilliant glow. The sound of birds could be heard from the Dairy Farm's back garden outside as the world woke to a new day. I rested back against the propped up pillows on the hospital bed, my arms cradled across my udders.

'He has your eyes,' Mark said beside me.

'He does,' I mused, looking at our baby calf. His bright blue eyes searching the room around him. Taking everything in. He had barely made a peep since I gave birth.

The door to our room opened and a blonde hucow stepped inside. She beamed at me and my calf and approached my bed, her curvy rump bouncing with each step she took with her long legs.

'How are you feeling?' she asked me.

'Fine,' I replied. 'Just a little sleepy.'

'That's perfectly normal. You'll have some time to rest soon. First we need to show you how to breastfeed this little guy.'

'Oh,' I said, trying to sit up, only to feel her hand on my shoulder.

'It's quite simple, you won't need to move. Just guide him down to your teat, yes, like that.'

I clumsily followed along with her instructions. It felt somehow counterintuitive to hold my calf so far away from my chest. Perhaps that was just my human instincts conflicting with the reality of my body. I just wanted to hold him close and safe, but with the size of my udders, it would be nearly impossible to feed him in that position.

'That's it,' she said, 'now he won't be able to get your whole teat in his mouth, so just let him latch onto the end of it.'

I cradled him with one arm and grabbed my fat teat with the other hand, guiding it toward his mouth. Before too long he latched on and began suckling. A smile spread across my face as I looked up at the nurse.

'Very good, Jessica. I'll leave you to it and be back after he's finished so you can get some rest.'

'Okay, thank you.' I said, still beaming.

With a flick of her blonde hair she turned and strode out of the room, giving us a good view of her curvy rump as she left.

I turned to Mark only to see his cock slowly lengthening as he watched her leave.

With a sly grin I grabbed his growing member with my free hand. It gave off a delicious heat beneath my fingers.

'Whatever you're thinking; not now.'

He wiggled free from my grasp, the same warmth of his cock rising in his cheeks.

'I wasn't planning on missing any time with this little guy right now. Just... you know, instinct.'

Her flat belly hinted that she wasn't bred. She was probably incredibly fertile too. Mark must have been fighting a huge urge to stay with us.

'To think. All this started the same way for us. Nine months ago I was just as fertile as her,' I nodded to the door. 'And you bred me so well. And now we have this beautiful little boy.'

Mark ran his hand over our calf's head as he sucked greedily from my teat.

'The first of many more you'll give birth to.'

*

The week after I gave birth to my calf had not been uneventful. Firstly, after much debate we finally settled on the name Oliver for our calf. It suited him.

Secondly, one day while taking Oliver to the nursery, I caught Mark mounting the nurse. Lucky girl, really. He had given me such a beautiful calf and in nine months she would give birth to her own beautiful calf.

And finally, my sister, Chloe, had, for once in her life, taken the initiative in something. Although whether I am happy or annoyed by that depends on my mood. I had never gotten around to calling our parents. Ten months and a calf later and they had no idea the both of us were milking hucows. They could have been buying our milk and never known they were drinking milk from their daughters. But, even after many prods from Chloe, I still hadn't picked up the phone.

So she did for me. And today was the day they were coming.

I sat on the end of the bed, waiting. My insides were doing flips at the thought of what was to come. Would they disown me on sight? What had they heard about a hucows life? Oh god, did they know how... 'open to sex' hucows were. What if they saw some other hucows mating on their way up to my room? We really should have met somewhere other than the Dairy Farm, but Chloe had suggested it. I could have prevented that if I had been the one to call them, but that was neither here nor there now.

I played with the hem of my summer dress as the minutes ticked by. It had once been a modest dress, but now with my large udders filling out the front, it came quite high up my thighs. I had insisted that Mark and I dress to meet them. Though I was uncomfortable, even in this loose fitting dress, it was far better to greet them like this. It would be too much of a shock to dump every aspect of my new life on them at once. Though I had wrestled with even this decision. I had spent almost a year as a hucow, and was very much looking forward to spending the rest of my life being milked and bred, as naked as was natural for a hucow, mating with as many bulls as I desired. This was who I am, why was I putting on a face to hide that? I mean, simply showing Oliver to them was a tacit admission that Mark had bred me.

Mark wore a kilt, his bull balls far too large for any pants. He leant over the basinet, watching Oliver. I fidgeted with my dress. No matter what I did with it, I could still feel it rubbing against my sensitive teats. They formed little tents around the waist of the dress, erect from the stimulation. I shifted my legs apart, my clit already responding to the restrained need of my teats. I hadn't worn any panties. Besides hating the confined feeling they gave my rump, they would have added even more stimulation to my growingly tortured clit. I bit my lip, hoping I could take my mind off it. The last thing I needed was to get wet before they showed up.

Finally a knock came from the door and Mark strode over and opened it. My heart froze in time as I saw the faces of them, waiting for their judgement. To my relief a big smile spread across their faces as they came over to me. My mum held out her arms and pulled me up into a hug.

'Oh!' she chuckled as my udders squeezed between us. 'My, they are big, aren't they?'

I let out a shy laugh as my dad pulled me into a hug, thankfully from the side this time.

'It's been too long,' he said as I hugged him back. 'Don't leave us in the dark again. We care about you, sweaty, and we don't want to miss a moment of our grandson's life.'

Oh, there would be far more grandchildren than just Oliver. I was going to be bred many more times. But that was for another time. They would come to understand eventually.

'I know... I'm sorry.' I said. Strangely, their words felt no more chastising then if I had only forgotten to call for a month and hadn't become a hucow. It was comforting to hear.

We broke apart and they both moved over to the basinet. Oliver was still fast asleep.

'Aw, look at the little darling!' mum cooed.

'He should be awake soon,' I said. 'He went down a while ago.'

'Then let's chat until then. I'm sure there's a lot to catch up on.'

I smiled back at her, yet my insides clenched up at the implication that there was a 'lot to catch up on'. Just how much did she want to know?

Mum and dad moved over to the couch and sat down. I bit my lip as I watched them. Mark had mounted me many times on that couch. Oh god, don't think about that now! Don't think about that now!

I joined Mark sitting on the bed opposite them, holding my breath as the fabric of the dress moved over my teats.

'I suppose we should start with the obvious question,' dad said, motioning his hands toward me. 'When did this happen?'

I glanced at Mark, hoping that he would help me with this.

'Uh... About ten months ago, I guess.' I said. 'We were in some financial trouble and I decided this might be an interesting... uh... career choice.'

'You could have come to us if you needed help, you know,' dad said.

'I know,' I said, finding my voice for the first time. 'I kind of wanted to try it and I've found I really enjoy doing it.'

Dad let out a sigh. 'I won't pretend that I'm not a bit annoyed that you didn't tell us about it before you signed up here, it was certainly a shock to hear that both my daughters were now hucows, but as long as you're happy that's all that matters, I suppose.'

The knot in my stomach finally relaxed.

'You have no idea how worried I was about today.'

Dad looked taken aback. 'What for?'

'I was... I don't know, I was worried that you would see me and not approve.'

'Oh, sweaty,' mum said. 'You're our daughter. We'll always support you.'

I raced over to them and gave them both a big hug. I didn't care if my udders were pressing into them.

A small cry from the basinet broke us apart.

'Looks like someone's finally up,' mum said. 'He'll probably need a feed before anything.'

'Yeah,' I said. I had milked early this morning and could already feel my udders filling up again. Plenty for my little calf.

I strode over to the basinet and bent down to Pick Oliver up. As I scooped him into my arms I felt the hem of the dress pull tightly up my rump and onto my lower back. The front weighed heavily down with my udders. Horror dawned on me as I realised they would have a full view of both my pussy and my engorged hucow clit, complete with bull ring piercing.

I straightened up with a shock and pulled the back of my dress down over my rump once more. My face was flushed red.

'So where is Chloe,' Mum chimed up in an attempt to break the tension. 'I thought we told her ten o'clock.'

'Um, y-yeah. I'm sure she'll be here soon. Y-You know how she is with time.'

I shuffled sheepishly back to the bed and sat down with Oliver in my arms.

'He's beautiful,' mum said, watching Oliver squirm in my arms. It didn't appear as another attempt to break the tension, but it worked far better than her previous comment.

However, I was faced with another predicament. I hadn't fed Oliver with clothing before. My udders were too big to pull up through the top of the dress. I would have to lift it up to give him access to my teat.

I crossed my legs in an attempt to prevent flashing them for a second time and lifted the front of my dress. The pressure my thighs put on my clit was mind numbing, but I forced myself to not give in to it. By the end of today my juices would surely have soaked through the back of this dress, but as long as I didn't turn my back on mum and dad again, it would be fine.

I pulled my teat from beneath my dress and let Oliver latch on to it. I looked up to see mum and dad staring intently at it.

'My...' mum gasped, 'they're...big.'

'Uh, yeah,' I said sheepishly. 'Everything about them is kind of bigger.'

'Remarkable,' she said still staring at my teats. Finally, upon breaking her gaze she continued. 'So, I didn't know you two were thinking of starting a family.'

Mark spoke up before I could answer.

'We weren't a year ago, but, you know, a change of work for Jess led to us thinking of making a fresh start in other things.'

'That sounds nice. So how have you been since the delivery, Jessica?'

'Uh, all right, I suppose. I haven't really had any troubles, luckily.'

I didn't want to get too far into the details with them. The delivery had been easy, really. The nurse had reassured me that the extra muscles we hucows have in our vaginas that allow us to accommodate a large bull cock made delivery a breeze. The recovery time was quick too. Just last night I was finally able to take Mark inside me once more. God, was it good after a week without.

Before mum had a chance to respond the door opened and Chloe stood there, still completely naked. I scowled. She hadn't listened to me.

'Mum! Dad!' she cried, running forward and pulling them into a hug despite their shocked expressions.

'Chloe!' mum cried. 'My god! Couldn't you have put something on?!'

Chloe snorted as she let go of them. 'It's not like I wear anything around here anyway.'

'Oh, Chloe,' dad said, 'we don't want to know that.'

'Sorry,' she said, sitting down next to Mark on the bed, her udders bouncing against her small baby bump as she did. 'So what are we talking about?'

*

My parent's visit went well, all in all. The only hitch was when the question came around to the father of Chloe's calf. We had decided not to tell them that Mark had been the one who bred her, and thankfully Chloe upheld that agreement. I'm sure it was difficult enough for them to comprehend both of their daughters being pregnant so suddenly, let alone knowing that the same bull bred both of us.

But things calmed back down to normal over the following weeks. Mark and I began mating regularly again after our week denied. Although, I guess Mark didn't suffer from it as much as I did, seeing as he got to breed the nurse. Successfully, I should add. I was so happy for her when I heard.

The topic of my breeding had resurfaced. We would have to wait until I ovulated again, but that was close now. Very close. And I couldn't wait.

I longed once more for the feeling of being pumped full of hot bull cum, carrying a calf for the powerful bull that took me in that moment. Dominating me completely. My body was so perfectly made to be bred. My womb's desire to be filled was only natural, as was the bull's instinct to fill it.

Oliver was everything I could ever have wanted from being bred. I wanted to give birth to many more beautiful little calves. I never wanted to stop breeding.

I sighed deeply into the milking table, feeling my throbbing clit against the padding. The gentle thrum of the milking machine tugged at my teats. Each pull eliciting a wonderful spark of pleasure through my udders and down to my clit.

I was so horny today. No matter how much I masturbated, it hadn't gone away all day. It was as if... oh.

I was beginning to go into heat again. I knew that feeling. My ovulation must have begun.

I bit my lip with dreamy delirium. Once Mark got back tonight I would have him breed me. I was giddy just thinking about it.

My mind wandered as my udders were drained by the rhythmic sucking of the machine. Where was Mark right now? I think he said he was delivering our milk shipment to the factory today. He would be out for the next few hours. Damn. Maybe I could head down and meet him when he got back. It would still be a long wait, regardless. I would enjoy it far more to wait and spend the whole night mating.

I was sure that my mind would change over the next few hours, though. I could remember how torturous my first heat was.

I rubbed my hips into the padded table again. My clit felt so swollen and demanding. It would only continue to swell over the next few hours as my heat enveloped me. Swelling and becoming so intensely sensitive. Over the next week or so my world would come to surround the need of my clit and the longing of my womb to be filled.

I grinded my clit into the padding. My bull ring pulling against the surface. At least I had that this time around. Last heat I could never satiate my clit with just my fingers. The bull ring still wasn't quite enough, but it was certainly a far step better.

I grinded harder against the milking table. The passion in me rising higher and higher with each stroke. But it wasn't quite enough. My hand shot down between my legs and I raised my rump up high. The bull ring jingled as my fingers flicked back and forth across my bulbous clit with a fervent speed.

A moan escaped my lips, far louder than I had expected. My mind was foggy with lust, my whole body burning with desire, my skin tingling with warmth. There was no denying that I was falling into heat. I was primed to be bred.

A knock came from the door, snapping me back to the room. I blinked the fog from my mind, holding my swollen clit tightly between my fingers. The pressure a wonderful sensation.

'C-Come in,' I called, my voice breathless. It was quite common to find a hucow breathless with masturbation while on her milking machine, but I suddenly felt very vulnerable at being found in heat.

The door opened and Ethan stepped inside. He gave me a smile which I returned through my flushed face. I had hoped it would be a hucow at the door to assuage my feeling of vulnerability, but seeing a bull enter caused me to realise how silly it was. I needed a cock and Ethan's was one of my favourites. I watched it hang between his legs as he approached me. So long and thick. His large leathery balls hanging even further below his cock. So full of potent cum.

I blinked again and returned my gaze to his face.

'What's up?' I asked.

'Just thought I'd come say hey,' he said, sitting down on the bed. His cock sat perched on top of his bull balls between his legs, even higher than his muscular thighs. 'Hayley's down in the nursery and Mark's out working.'

'What about Chloe?' I asked.

'Couldn't find her. Her room's empty.'

'She's probably somewhere in the garden, mating.' I mused. It seemed like a favourite spot for her.

'Sounds like fun,' Ethan said. He must have been imagining it as his cock began to slowly lengthen, like a snake slithering its way over two boulders. I bit my lip, trying to keep my eyes off it. My sopping pussy was still so wet. I could imagine that cock sliding straight into me with no resistance given how wet I was.

Once more I was snapped back to reality. This time from the tugging on my empty udders. I hit the off button and lifted them up from the cups, massaging the soft skin around my teats.

'How have you two been handling Oliver so far?' he asked as I sat up on the table.

'We've been fine. A few sleepless night, but beside that he's been good.'

'Have you thought about being bred again?'

The question caught me off guard and I visibly shivered in anticipation of my plans for the night.

'Mark and I have been talking about it. I want to be bred again as soon as possible, of course.'

Ethan chuckled. 'Hayley was the same. She was keen to be bred again after her first calf.'

I shrugged. 'I don't know. I like it. It's just... a good feeling'

Ethan chuckled again. 'What the mating or actually being bred?'

'Both,' I said with a wry smirk.'

'To think when I first met you, you were so reserved.'

'And when did the change in that occur to you? When you were balls deep inside me?' We both laughed as I watched his cock grow even more, standing upright and thickening out. 'Besides, we've both changed. You could never get a girl back then, and now you're regularly mating with half the hucows here.'

'Breeding a good few, too,' he said. I could feel my juices leaking off the table and down my leg. My clit throbbed with each beat of my heart, making my bull ring feel incredibly tight.

'Bred any ones I know, lately?' I asked, trying to find something to say so he wouldn't notice my state of arousal.

'That depends, really,' he said, rising from the bed and approaching my milking table. His fat cock pointed straight at me. 'I can tell you're in heat, Jess.'

I looked at him with surprise. 'You can tell?!'

'Hucows in heat give off a sort of musky scent when they're in heat. It's hard to explain, but we bulls can tell.'

'I went into heat just this morning,' I admitted. He ran his rough hand along the soft skin of my shoulder before grabbing my arm and lifting me to my feet. I could feel the warmth radiating from his cock as it nearly touched my stomach. I could only imagine how good that would feel inside my wanting pussy right now.

'Wait,' I protested as his hands found their way down my waist. 'Mark will be back this afternoon and I had planned on being bred by him.'

He ran his fingers along the length of my udders, pinching my teats at the end. I couldn't help but shiver at his touch.
'If you want to wait, you can. But you look like you need this now, Jess. You'll be bred by many bulls in your life. Mark can wait a little longer for his second chance.'

I did need it now. Oh god did I need a cock right now. His hands caressed my rump as he pulled me in close to him. His cock pressed into my stomach. It was so warm and hard.

'I...I...' My legs were slick with trails of my juices.

'What did you tell me a few months ago about a list of bulls you wanted to breed you?' he asked me before kissing my neck. He moved to my side, his hand fondling my teat and his cock pressing so firmly into my hip.

I did want him to breed me. Our mating sessions had always been so incredible. He was a beast who had always taken me so powerfully, and now he was about to breed me; make me his. But what about Mark. He had already given me a beautiful calf and he would surely give me another.

I couldn't wait. I was an animal in heat and needed a bull desperately.

My fingers wrapped around Ethan's hip behind me and I lead him toward the bed. I looked back over my shoulder at him, feeling his powerful cock resting against the soft flesh of my rump, waiting to enter me.

'Breed me.'

He didn't need any more encouragement. He bent me over the bed and I felt his cock head pierce my swollen lips. I was right, he slid straight into me. All nine inches as thick as my wrist.

He grabbed my hips and pulled my rump back hard against him until I could feel his leathery balls tickling the inner sides of my thighs.

He withdrew and slammed back into me, eliciting a cry of ecstasy from me. This felt so dirty. Mark was supposed to breed me, and yet here I was, with Ethan deep inside me, about to shoot his seed into my womb and breed me good. Mark would understand, surely. He could breed me next heat. For now I was Ethan's.

'Oh, Oh! Yes!' I moaned as he pounded into my rump. His balls slapping against me with as much force as his cock.

'Yes! Yes, Ethan! Breed me!' I begged.

He responded with passionate thrusts, crashing into me again and again. My legs felt weak beneath his thrusts. My pussy felt so stretched and full, every nerve feeling every inch of his cock and it moved inside me. My clit shot wave after wave of pleasure through me every time his massive balls slapped against it.

I was being bred. A hucow slut in heat, desperate in need of a thick bull cock to satisfy her need. A slave to my instincts. My body was primed to be bred and I was getting it.

'Oh god, Ethan! Breed me! Breed me! Make me your hucow slut!'

With each thrust he took me closer and closer until finally it all exploded. I clamped down on his cock as stars shot inside my head. My legs gave way as he held tightly onto my hips, lifting my rump and pushing me further onto the bed. My face pressed down into the sheets in an orgasmic delirium, my body resting on my udders as he continued to pound into my rump.

With one last thrust he buried his cock deep inside me. Spurt after huge spurt of gooey ropes splashed against the insides of my pussy until I felt it spill over. His hot cum leaked down my legs and onto the bed sheets. I shifted my head until I could see behind me, reaching down with my hand to scoop up the spilt cum and bringing it to my mouth. It was too good to waste and it tasted amazing in that moment.

Ethan bent down over me, his cock still deep inside, plugging me up. His hot breath on my back. His hands ran over the sides of my udders, squeezing the soft flesh between his large hands. My strong bull.

'Mmm, that was just what I needed,' I sighed, before giggling. 'Would either of us have ever thought a few years ago that you would one day be breeding me?'

Ethan chuckled. 'Never. What are you going to tell Mark?'

'I'm sure I'll think of something. He'll understand. He can breed me during my next heat.'

Ethan's hand trailed its way down toward my clit, wrapping his finger through my bull ring.

'If he's quick enough.'

*

Chloe

I didn't know what time it was when I awoke. The sky outside was awash with a deep blue and my udders felt very full. Despite the strong urge to be milked, I didn't want to get up. I was so comfortable here, lying on my side, curled up on the soft bedsheets.

I stroked my hand over my belly. Mark's calf growing inside me. That mating session was still one of the best I had had since arriving here. Though I had mated with many of the bulls since then, there was something special about that one. Perhaps it was because I was in heat. Perhaps it was knowing that I was being bred, being used by a bull to sire his calf.

Unfortunately, I had barely mated with Mark since then. Jess always hogged him all to herself. He had mounted me a few times in the week after Jess gave birth, but once she was ready again he stopped.

I sighed, continuing to rub my hand over my belly. Something nudged up against my rump. Curious, I looked behind me only to find a bull fast asleep in bed beside me.

That's right. The night before came back to me. He had visited me late last night for a midnight mating. I looked down at my rump to find his erect cock nudging against me in his sleep.

Must be morning wood, I thought, a devilish thought entering my mind.

I rolled over, my udders so heavy from the gallons of milk pooling inside them. As they fell back down onto the bed the pressure caused a fat droplet of milk to escape my teat.

Making sure he was still asleep I lowered my hands to his cock, tracing the large veins with my fingertips. I cupped his large leathery balls in my hands, feeling their weight. The course leathery skin was rough against my hands and I could feel each large testicle move inside.

I moved my head down to his cock, licking my tongue over the large head. It tasted salty and sweet. The mixed juices from out mating the night before dried onto it. I opened my mouth as wide as it could go and took what little of his cock that I could inside. It was so big, I could barely get the flared ridge of his head past my teeth. How I could fit this inside my pussy I would never understand. My pussy stretched so much more now than it ever did before. My body needed to adapt to take a bull's cock, and it did.

'Mmm, that feels good.' The groggy voice of the bull murmured.

I took his cock from my mouth, strands of spit holding on.

'Does it now?' I replied coyly.

I got onto my knees and pushed him onto his back. Still holding his cock I threw my leg over him and lined him up. My pussy lips spread around his head as I lowered down onto his cock. I felt the flared ridge of his head pass into me and keep going, feeling it rub against my inner walls until he bottomed out inside me. I wished my mouth could stretch as much as my pussy did.

I leant over him and moved my hips back and forth, feeling his cock slide in and out of me. I settled into a rhythm, moaning with each thrust. My fingers found my engorged clit and I rubbed it furiously.

Suddenly, the bull grabbed me around the waist, causing me to squeal as he lifted me up and pushed me onto my back. With him now on top he thrust into me with an unrelenting speed. My legs were pushed back against my udders, applying a painful pressure on them, causing little squirts of milk to leak out of me at the end of each thrust. My ankles found their place over his shoulders, giving him a good angle to send his cock deep into me.

'Uh, Uh, Uh,' I moaned, his huge balls slapping against my rump. I couldn't move under him, I was trapped under him until he had finished having his way with me. God did it feel amazing.

The door to my room burst open. Without even looking I knew who it would be. Who else had the uncanny ability to always arrive at the worst time?

'So much for getting ready, huh?' Jess said, stepping into my restricted view beneath the bull.

'God, you're just as bad as when we were kids, Jess,' I fumed. The bull had stopped thrusting into me to let Jess talk. I wish he hadn't.

'I told you we'd be leaving at nine o'clock. It's five past nine. Get dressed.'

'What?' I said straining my neck to see the clock. 'But I haven't even milked myself yet.'

'Really, Chloe? You knew when we'd be leaving.'

'I know. I know. I overslept, okay? Just give me ten minutes to milk and I'll be ready to go.'

She gave a sigh before turning to leave. 'Fine. Ten minutes and then we're leaving with or without you.'

'Okay. I'll be ready in time,' I called after her as the door closed.

I looked back at the bull on top of me, his cock still deep inside me, my ankles still draped over his shoulders.

'Let's move this to the milking machine.'

*

'Why are we driving so far?' Mark asked, looking out the window at the fields we were passing by. 'We could pull over anywhere here.'

'It's nice just up here. I'll tell you when we're there,' I said.

'Okay, then. If you're sure.'

I played with my dress in the back seat, trying to hold the fabric away from my sensitive teats. I had protested to pretending like I wore clothes when our parents came to visit, but I still had to obey the rules of wearing them in public. We were heading far out into the country for a picnic, so we would at least be able to ditch our clothes then.

Before long I told Mark to stop and we pulled into a sun dappled field, surrounded by a small forest.

'It looks the same as everywhere else,' Mark mumbled as we climbed out of the car.

I triumphantly threw my dress off, feeling the cool air caress my teats. Jess threw hers off too and ran down into the soft green grass. She threw her naked body down into it and rolled about. I ran after her and sat down beside her as Mark unclipped his kilt. The grass was as soft as it looked, tickling my skin wherever it touched. I lied back like Jess and felt the soft sensation envelope me. It was so relaxing.

'Do you think it's true?' Jess asked, her long hair sprawled around her in the grass from her rolling.

'What is?' Mark asked, joining us.

'I feel so relaxed just lying in this grass. Bridgette once told me that that's a hucow thing.'

'Your animal instincts coming through, I guess.'

Jess wiggled over to Mark and put his arm around her. 'I'm still more human than animal, thank you very much.'

The both chuckled as the cool breeze rustled the grass around us.

'Could you imagine if someone stumbled upon us here?' Mark asked. 'It would have been a dream come true growing up to find a couple of naked hucows lying in a field.'

'A couple of naked hucows protected by their big strong bull,' Jess corrected him.

'Ah, I'd probably let the lad watch. It'd be a learning experience to see us mating.'

'Hmm, really?' Jess murmured with a sly grin.

The sound of kissing soon came from them, leaving me feeling like a third wheel. I watched the clouds drifting overhead so sparse across the near-clear blue sky. The sun felt good on my skin, warming every inch of my body. This felt natural. How did I ever wear clothes for so long?

Suddenly I heard Jess and Mark shift in the grass and looked over to see her on all fours with Mark lining his cock up behind her.

I let out a groan and sat up. The sounds of his body slapping into her rump mixed with their moaning soon echoed around the field.

I stood up, feeling my pussy growing wet from the spectacle before me. I couldn't deny how much I wanted Mark to mount me right now.

'I'll be back in a bit,' I said, though I don't think they heard me over their mating.

I walked off across the field, feeling the soft grass beneath each step. Jess was right. I did feel more at home in this sunny field than anywhere else. The grass between my bare toes, the way the grass had tickled my wet pussy lips as I had sat up. I almost wanted some peeping tom to be watching me right now. I wasn't ashamed to let him see me. It was how I was meant to be.

I made my way through the forest, my bare feet crunching the dried leaves of the forest floor and finding footing over rocks and stones. I wove my way through the trees, working off what I remembered of this place until finally I exited the forest into another field. On a far hill I could see a familiar farm house and closer to where I was, a barn. This was why I had asked Mark to come here.

I hopped the fence and snuck my way over to the barn, listening for any sounds. There was nothing. I couldn't even hear Jess and Mark mating from here.

I peeked through the barn doors. No one was there. I sighed and stepped inside. The barn was warm and smelled like it always had. Though some sensations were new this time. The sharp straw cracked beneath my bare feet as I explored inside. My teat brushed against the worn wood of the stable near the back of the barn as I passed it, causing me to recoil. I inspected my teat, but luckily didn't find any splinters.

I stepped inside the small stable. A bedding of hay lay deeply across the floor of it. I remembered when my high school ex, Jim, and I came here one night and spent it together in the hay. It hadn't been the most comfortable place to have sex, but it had felt so adventurous at the time. The dry smell of the hay mixed with our bodies as we rolled in it.

I sat down in the hay. It pricked my rump like I remembered. The one place where my nakedness matched my memories.

The sound of footsteps approaching caught my attention. I sprang to my feet, dusting hay from my rump and hid my nakedness behind the solid wooden fence of the stable, with only my head and shoulders visible.

The footsteps drew closer until Jim stepped into the barn carrying an empty metal bucket. It clanged to the ground as he looked up and spotted me.

'Chloe?! Is that you?'

'Uh, hi Jim.'

'What... what are you doing here? Why are you in the barn?'

I rested my hands on top of the wooden fence. My teats were rubbing up against the coarse wood, but I tried not to let my discomfort show.

'Uh... I was just in the neighbourhood and wanted to say hey.'

He looked around bewildered.

'And you didn't think to go to the house?'

'I came from the back of the property. I thought I'd see if you were in here first.'

He looked over his shoulder through the barn doors.

'There's nothing that way but fields.'

'I know. I came with my sister and her boyfriend for a picnic. I wanted to give them some time to themselves and visit you.'

'Sure...' he said, slowly approaching the door to the stable. 'Next time just phone, okay.'

I bit my lip as he got closer. He would soon be close enough to see all of me. My heart pounded as he reached the stable gate.

'Jesus, Chloe! What the hell?!' He jumped back staring at me with shock.

I held my arms out as if to say 'ta-da'.

'Guess who's a hucow, now,' I said, my voice weaker than I had hoped at his reaction.

He stared at me silently. His eyes moving up and down me. There was a lot for him to take in. My new udders, far larger than the relatively small 30D cup size I had the last time he saw me. My pregnant belly, not yet as big as Jess' had become, but noticeably larger than the slender figure I once had. And lastly my big bulbous hucow clit sitting atop my bare pussy lips. Even if he had seen hucows before, I doubt he would have seen that.

'What did you do to yourself?'

I pouted back at him.

'You say that like it's a bad thing.'

'Well... I mean... I just never thought I'd see you like this. Last I saw you, you were just a regular girl.'

'And now...?' I ran my hand down one of my udders enticingly and took a step toward him.

'Now you're... different. I just... have never seen a hucow in person before.'

'Well, what do you want to see?' I said, feeling more confident. 'Don't be shy. Just like the first time we were alone in here.'

I could see a bulge forming in the front of his jeans as he stared back at me agape. I was starting to get horny and he was taking too long. A bull would have mounted me by now.

I walked slowly over to him and took his hand, placing it on my udder.

'Wow...' he said, running his hand across them, feeling the soft smooth skin. 'I can't believe it. Your boobs are so big now.'

'Udders,' I corrected him. 'They're my milking udders.'

His hand hesitated and then moved from my udders to my belly, feeling the firm protrusion of my growing womb.

'Do you have a new boyfriend?' he asked.

I shook my head with a grin.

'Nope.'

'Then-'

'I was bred by a bull at the Dairy Farm. I went into heat, like your lifestock does, and a bull... helped satiate my need. My body's meant to be bred now, Jim. Milked and bred. And I get really horny now if I don't get mounted.'

My hands unbuttoned his jeans and began to pull them down. He took no hesitation in following my lead and pulling the rest of his clothes off.

I stepped back into the stables, watching him. When he finally removed the last of his clothing he followed me in. I got down on all fours, the hay prickly against my hanging teats.

'Mount me from behind, like you should a hucow.'

He knelt down in the hay behind me and I soon felt his cock at the entrance of my sodden pussy. I could remember how big he had seemed when we first had sex in the hay, but unfortunately after taking bull cocks every day he felt so small by comparison. The muscles of my pussy at least still clamped down around his cock as he pushed into me. And despite his size I couldn't help but let out a moan. He still filled that need that I craved. To have a cock inside me.

He started to thrust into me. Slow and measured thrusts as if he was afraid to hurt me. Perhaps because of my calf.

'Fuck me harder,' I begged. 'Harder.'

He increased his speed, pounding in to me. The slapping sound of our bodies crashing together echoed around the barn. I pushed back against each thrust, hoping to get him deeper into me.

His hand found its way around to my clit. I let out a deep moan as he rubbed awkwardly into it, unsure of how to treat such an engorged clit. I moved my hand back to help guide his, showing him what to do before my hand fell away as a crash of pleasure washed over me.

'Rougher,' I gasped.

I felt his hand grab a handful of my hair and pull, arching my back in response. His grip was firm and strong, holding my head right where he wanted me. I couldn't move if I wanted to. Skewered on the end of his cock and held in place by my hair.

I moaned even louder, not caring if anyone else heard us mating. I convulsed as my pussy exploded in pleasure. My fists balled up, clenching onto the sharp hay while my toes curled. Splashes of milk erupted from my udders as the intense feeling spread throughout me. As my orgasm wracked me I felt Jim cum, his spurts splashing against my insides. Though, before too long, he finished cumming and withdrew from me, letting go of my hair as it fell back against my shoulder blades.

I rolled over, inspecting my pussy. A small trickle of cum leaked from me onto the hay. I had forgotten how little regular guys came. My inner thighs would be plastered with an overflowing sticky mess if Jim was a bull.

My hand slowly stroked my throbbing clit as he lay down in the hay beside me.

'God, that was amazing!' he said through heavy breathes.

'Did you like your first time mating with a hucow?' I asked with a grin.

'Amazing,' He said, putting his arm around me as we lay in the hay. With his free hand he reached over and explored my udder. Squeezing and feeling its weight. He took hold of my teat and gave it a good squeeze. My milk squirted out across the hay in an arc.

His hand moved mine away from my clit as his fingers inspected the fat red orb.

'It's so much bigger...' he mused. 'What does it feel like?'
I moaned as his rough fingers traced lines over it. 'So much better than it ever did.'

'I still can't believe how much you've changed,' he said. 'Your new body is amazing.'

A smile spread across my face. I was proud of my body. It was an incredible feeling to have my udders constantly producing milk and the changes within me made sex so much better than I could have ever imagined.

'So why did you come here to see me?' he asked.

'I wanted you to see me as I am now,' I said. 'To see how I have changed from that girl you once knew.'

'Well I like the new you,' he said, taking my teat and placing it in his mouth. He sucked on it, sending tingles up my udder as my milk flowed into his mouth.

'Tastes even better from the source,' he said.

*

The sun was still high in the sky as I made my way back from the forest. I left a small trail of cum behind me as little droplets dripped from between my lips with each step.

I wasn't sure what I had hoped to achieve from my little tryst with Jim, but something was missing. He had liked the new me. He had liked ever part of me, and we had fucked with as much vigour as when we were teenagers. But something was still missing.

Finally Jess and Mark's car came back into view and I made my way towards where I could see their two bodies lying in the grass. As I approached I found them sleeping, Mark's large deflated cock still firmly inside her and a pool of cum leaking out around it.

It looked nice. A dreamy smile lingered on Jess's face. That post mating feeling of being so full of a bull's cum. It overflowing at the slightest movement.

'Hey, you two. Get up,' I called.

Their eyes blinked open as they looked around bewildered.

'How long were we asleep?' Jess asked.

'I don't know. Maybe an hour,' I replied, kneeling down in the soft grass.

Jess wiggled off Mark's cock and stretched before feeling her udders.

'What do you say to having lunch back at the Dairy Farm rather than here? I need to be milked soon.'

'Oh, do you?' Mark said with a devilish grin, grabbing one of her teats and squeezing. Milk squirted out all over her lap.

'Stop that,' she said, slapping his hand away. 'You'll waste it.'

'Are you trying for a record or something?'

'Hey, I have to feed a calf and keep up with my production. Every drop of my milk is precious.'

'Okay, Okay,' Mark chuckled, standing up. 'Well let's get going then.'

'Wait,' I said, sitting up on my knees. I had thought at the time that Jim had satisfied me enough, but watching Mark's bull cock sway between his legs as he stood up brought the need right back to the forefront of my mind. I needed that feeling of a thick bull cock stretching my insides. That's what I was missing. To feel the full pleasure of being a hucow.

I turned around and got on all fours, presenting my round rump to him and looking back over my shoulder.

'Before we leave, can you mount me?' I begged. 'I really need it.'

Mark looked between me and Jess, his cock slowly growing hard at my proposition.

'Fine,' Jess said, massaging her udders. 'But be quick.'

Mark wasted no time lining up behind me and plunging his bull cock into my wanting depths. I let out a content sigh, lowering my face down into the soft grass as he settled into a rhythm working my rump. Nothing else could quite satisfy me like a bull's cock. This was all I ever wanted for the rest of my life.

'I'll be waiting in the car until you two are finished,' Jess said. 'Don't take too long or I'll have to milk myself into a bottle.'

I didn't reply. I was too far lost to a world of desire.