Hello all! My name is Tay. If you can’t tell from my username, I love smut. Particularly, I really like hucow themed stories. I am creating this public story to facilitate my own writing, as I am too indecisive to stick with one idea for extended time. It is also to allow others to share their own hucow themed stories. Before continuing, there are a few rule...
Translated by Pimanko. Chapter 7 The First Milking Stephanie had already been a prisoner at the Good Breast farm for ten days now. Claude, the dairy's director was regularly getting news about his newest acquisition's transformation. Claudine, his assistant, gave him daily updates about the journalist's transformation. "She's developing well," she told hi...
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...
------------------------------- Chapter One: Transformation ------------------------------- Jessica sat in the clinical looking waiting room, wondering how it was she had got there, and, indeed, if she should really go through with this. She knew there was no going back once she stepped through those double doors, but she had come this far. Maybe she had...
Yeah... where do I start? Long story short, I have a handful of start-and-stop stories on this site, and they're basically a bunch of beginnings, middles, ends, kinks, scenarios, and 'plots', that kind of ended up being a giant garbled mess. And even more that I haven't even written down. So instead of going crazy by trying to cram and retrofit them into pla...
Author's note: This story has been inspired by the premise of another one about hucows in this website that I unfortunately cannot find anymore (if you know it, please write to me to help me provide a proper credit). While the very beginning in similar, the rest (a whole novel) is what I find a more satisfying development. Here's the third chapter. Since I...
Clarisse Evans stared at her computer screen in despair. She had been working on this project for months, but it had yet to bear fruit. Her supervisor had wanted her to get data. She got the data. He had asked for simulations. She'd run them. He wanted reports. She wrote them up. But more than anything they needed a test subject. No amount of research and d...
"Oh, they sent a woman," the balding man said. "Is that a problem Mr. Haley?" Sally replied. Her heels were starting to sink into the mud at her feet. Haley spat on the ground, "Naw. Not for me, but listen here, I've told them they don't need to send women out here. Hell, it's worse than when they send the men." He sounded genuinely concerned. Sally pres...
As months passed, Kyle got more and more used to his life on the farm. And it was a good life, too - fuck sexy hucows, milk sexy hucows, with some chores and manual labor mixed in. About three months from when he had his first injections, the doctor pronounced him a complete success - he was now as strong a bull as any on the farm. Indeed, he was a far cry f...
Ashley Underwood woke up with a huge smile on her face. It was her 18th birthday, and that only meant one thing to her: She finally got to become a hucow! A few years before, there had been a global crisis. Cows were just producing way too much methane, and the UN had gotten together for an emergency resolution. From now on, any organization owning more tha...