Jessika grasped the wheel of her car firmly, staring at her knuckles, trying to decide what she thought. It had been a wild few weeks. For a few months, she'd noticed the women around her were filling out, filling up, rounding, curving, and softening; there were more "plus-sized" ladies in her supermarket lines, at the grocery store. One of the supervising...
PART II Several months past and the topic of cow and milking and breeding came up only once are twice. I never got my clothes back, but I did get my shoes. Terrence took another job and I thought it was over with. Then one day a text came in from Mark that said meet Terrence for an early meal and tip him the same way, with my body. I was confused as I had...
(Serious thanks to the editors that have to deal with me. They are the gate-keepers, and still have to read every story submitted. Again Thanks!) Chapter 5 Routines and Wailing Michelle wasn't the only lesbian woman that was enslaved to be a breeder. In the client schedule of two months, with some 30 clients, 3 preferred women over men. It made my job mor...
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During the next few weeks he got used to the workings of the farm. It wasn't all fucking day in and day out - far from it. There were other tasks to perform on Brighton Farms, tasks that required his enhanced strength and stamina. New tanks had to be installed, old ones maintained. Food came in daily from the farms surrounding Brighton (normal farms, without...
With the train no longer coming to the station, The Lucky Harlot was using it as a makeshift airship dock. Hannah was on the platform helping guide the last few passengers off. The last of everyone they could get out of the city. They seemed suspicious of her at first, but she didn't mind. She knew why, and as soon as they got through the station to see thei...
After tending to the horses, James stood looking up at the stars. His mind kept drifting back to the kitchen and Leanna. She had no idea how beautiful she was and those clothes! If she kept wearing those he was going to be in a constant state of embarrassment. He could feel his cock twitch just at the thought of her. This was going to be difficult. And she l...
Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
Slowly Clarisse settled into a routine. Breakfast in the morning, then lessons in the afternoon, milking later and then early to bed. Repeat the next day, with frequent trips to the doctor's and ample time for writing reports. She slowly got used to the constant flirting that all bulls and hucows seemed to do. The rules were different here on the farm, wit...
I'm not what you would call a stud, but with my new job, I do travel with them now and then... I haul breeding stallions for a living now and spend more time on the road than I do in bed, but this one trip was absolutely the most amazing day of my life. I was returning to Lexington after dropping off a few stallions in upstate New York as part of a trade d...