"So, Miss Andrews, you've toured our facility and talked to all of our employees. Do you have any other questions?" Jake Brighton asked the young reporter seated in front of him. Jessica Lynn Andrews thought for a moment. She had been assigned by the local newspaper to write a story about Humilk Industries, a local business specializing in producing human b...
The day dawned on a new Clarisse Evans. Now that she had been milked, the world looked different. She guessed it was like losing her hucow virginity? It was sort of like that. The sun seemed brighter, the grass greener, the food tastier. She felt more...alive, for lack of a better word. Was this the effect of the great lay she had, or the serum, or both? It...
I locked the front door behind me and stepped out into the morning sun. It was a beautiful day. I walked across the patio and onto the sidewalk, and began the 5-minute walk to the designated bus pickup point. "Good morning, Ray!" Mrs Granger next door had taken a break from watering her lawn to wave at me. I smiled and waved back at her, admiring her amazi...
Hurt and demoralized, Bryce strikes out on her own and settles in a small town in the northern part of the state. Though psychologically fragile, Bryce becomes involved with a man who may prove to be more controlling and domineering than the husband she was trying to escape. Out of the frying pan and into the fry? ******************** When I ran away f...
The contract was signed. Mike and Becca's strange lifestyle continued with her milk filled breasts being enjoyed by him regularly. Four milkings a day with each session limited to 5 minutes was the norm. This was Mike's way to regulate her milk production. While Becca was frequently uncomfortable and sexually frustrated her body had adjusted its production t...
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...
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...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. This is intended as a work of fiction, not a legitimate instruction manual. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. The Unofficial Cowgirl Guide Preface: Congratulations on your decision to enter the human...
I slowly and deliberately stroked Emma's breasts. My hands were not gentle but not harsh. I applied enough pressure to get her great heaving tits ready for a milking. While this would not have been unusual for our play, it was different in that we were seated in a park on a picnic table in broad daylight. Other people in the park drove by without seeing wha...
Jack loved watching me walk around his apartment wearing the corset he'd bought me, or wearing the lingerie that emphasized my new bulk. My breasts, which required regular sucking at least every four hours, were encased in latex and I knew that they were held firmly but enticingly at the ready for Jack's mouth. My belly, having grown round and full, was mold...