Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...
The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 16 by Lemaringouin translated by Pimanko Chapter 16 Return to the Fold * Martine, receptionist at the Good Breast diary, was on the telephone. "Hello? Yes, Mr. Walker. Non, Claudine hasn't come back yet, but she should be back soon. Hold on! I see her coming in right now. Can you wait a few seconds?" At that moment, Claudine...
When Mary arrived home from the Road Hogs wet t-shirt contest, she was in no mood for anything except satisfying her urgent sexual needs. It had been all she could do not to stop the car in a lay on the way home, but after her experience the last time in the car and the resulting photos, she could never be sure where her tormentor was going to pop up. She m...
We'll start with a "hub" of sorts: pick the path you want to take, then embrace the madness that ensues. This hub page will be updated from time-to-time as we come up with more milky adventure scenarios. Please note that multiple characters across the different scenarios share names, appearances, and personalities. Consider these scenarios alternat...
My name is Annjanette. I'm 27 years old, a college graduate, have a decent job, live on my own, and have friends who like me. But as my Dad often said to me when I was younger (and even just a few weeks ago), "Annjanette, sometimes you're not the sharpest tool in the shed." In all self-honesty, I know he's right - at least sometimes, as he says. Case in poi...
It's Christmas Eve and everything is ready for the morning and Jan is ready to get some sleep before the big day. She is changing into her PJs, removing her panties because of a milk spill that left them soaking wet. As she pulls them off seeing the wet panties it suddenly reminds her they are out of milk! Realizing the late hour she quickly throws on the ne...
It was January 26th and I remember looking up from my work to see Chuck drive up to the milk house. Chuck was the local milk inspector who would visit about every three weeks. Even though it was always unannounced all the local dairy farmers knew close to when he would appear on our doorsteps. He stepped out of his truck and I greeted him. Over the past few...
Life seems unfair with no man to care Without tender love, I'm uneven Forget Mary and Belle; I'm feeling unwell I need to have sex with Dan Stevens Belle shudders in her sleep. She touches her soft lips under the covers, careful not to wake him. But how can she tell him? His new form ofttimes leaves her cold; how she longs for the Beast of him! The room...
Summary: A journalist is converted into a hucow against her will. Suggested Tags/Keywords: lactation, hucow, dairy, non-consent, journalist ***** Author's Note and Acknowledgement: The original story was published in French on Literotica under the title 'Être vachue s'est merveilleux' available in my profile. Translated by Pimanko. N.B.: I thank Pimanko...
What am I doing here John thought as the Cathay Pacific jet screamed down the runway at Brisbane airport on its way to Hong Kong and then on to Hanoi. He shook his head as he thought back over the rapid changes to his life over the past few months. A tear ran down his cheek as he recalled how he had lost the urge to work when Mary his wife of 20 years died s...