John's aunt had died and left him everything including her women's lingerie store in a small town. Being a breast man, John sold her car and with the cash rented a store near the campus of a small college. He moved the old inventory in, as well as the counters, cash register and other fixtures. He had a sign painted on the front window which read "D cup an...
"The Red Menace continues to spread! But don't you worry! Our boys run on Milktec Milk! Boris doesn't hold a candle to the strength of a Milktec Man!" — The secretary looked up from her desk as they approached. "Hello, welcome to Milktec Industries! What is your name, please?" Mirabelle smiled back nervously, "Hello, Mirabelle Hawkins." "Now, don't be...
The Hucow database is a CPU hard-drive that details the entire process of a world's conversion of its entire female population into humanoid livestock. It includes: Instructions on how to implement the Hucow conversion process including blueprints and facilities necessary to begin conversion as well as the funds to do so. Information on the varying forms of...
Hello all. I am again working with Rebecca on this story. It is a departure from our usual stories in that it deals with a different fetish than our normal fare. Please be aware that this story has non-consensual sex, forced body modifications, drugs, and mind control. It is a dark story and if this is not your preferences please move on. It is a fantasy and...
Translated by Pimanko. Thanks to him. Summary: Stephanie wakes up after her first long night. Chapter 6 The Awakening Stephanie had been a prisoner at the Good Breast farm for ten days now. Claude, the dairy's director, regularly received news about his newest acquisition. Claudine, his assistant, kept him up to date on the journalist's transformation. "...
English translation by Pimanko. Chapter 8 Stephanie's First Production The days passed at the Good Breast dairy. Stephanie, who had begun producing milk moved into the second phase, increasing production. Having recently succeeded in extracting a half-liter (about a pint) of milk, their objective was still to obtain three litres a day. For that, it was ne...
'Since when have you owned a kilt?' I asked, eyeing Ethan's choice of clothing. 'Not until recently,' he said, taking a sip of tea as he sat at our kitchen table. 'But I feel they're making a comeback. I'll be a trend setter.' I eyed him suspiciously. 'Is your family even Scottish?' He let out a low whistle. 'I'm sure if you go back far enough in my famil...
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...
Another day, another dollar, they said - but for Clarisse Evans, doctor and hucow extraordinaire, that old adage didn't apply at all. She hadn't been feeling at all extraordinary lately either - just kind of...rumpled? If that was the proper word. She had managed to stabilize the serum a bit - she would be the last hucow who had to suffer the curse of overpr...
Author's note: This is my fourth story with the lovely Amanda James starring. It takes place a few weeks after "How to be a Hucow". It is for Adults only and audiences interested in Hucows, lactation play, humiliation, and enslavement. Enjoy. ***** Amanda looked down on her laptop as she sat on her bed. The title "My week as a Hucow" was displayed at the...