My Hucow Needs To Be Bred Story Stories

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Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 03

by Heather26 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

'Good morning everyone and thank you for coming today,' Dr Woodburn's voice boomed out over the speakers to the room. 'Our presentation will be beginning soon, so please, if you haven't already, find a seat.' I stood waiting in the side room, listening to the room full of students bustle about as they found a seat. Dr Woodburn had worked with the dairy f...

Working at a Hucow Farm Ch. 02

by Heather26 on Oct 5, 2020
Fetish

Allow me to retcon the epilogue from the previous story. Instead of it taking place 3 years later, it will instead be 2 years later. Trying to fit this story over 3 years was too much. I didn't plan to write a sequel at the time and I kind of wrote myself into a corner. With that out of the way... =================== 'Good morning, #1375.' Jodie opened th...

Hucow Story Anthology

by Taylovessmut on Apr 22, 2025

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...

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The Milking Herd Ch. 05

by StoryTeller07 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

Ch. 05 A new hucow is bred * 'I'll be out this afternoon, Jim. Charlie needs me to make a special farm inspecting. They produce milk, and need a hygiene certificate,' Doris explained, sounding full of self-importance. When the door was pulled behind her, the team gave a collective sigh of relief. The boss, Charlie, had done them a favour by getting her o...

The Milking Herd Ch. 07

by StoryTeller07 on Feb 19, 2018
Fetish

Ch. 07 Bulls breeding a hucow After a few days living in a milking stall, Margaret worried that she might have been abandoned by Mathew, her boyfriend and master. He'd sent her for hucow training which she agreed to because he was her master, and had to be obeyed. As soon as she got to the farm, she was attached to a milking machine, which meant she couldn...

Working at a Hucow Farm

by Heather26 on Aug 31, 2020
Fetish

'And this is where the milk is stored.' I looked up at the big metal containers that filled the room. Pipes spiralled out of them and into the walls, reaching far into the facility beyond. A truck pulled into the loading bay, filling the room with the echoing roar of its engine. 'IT GOES FROM HERE TO THE BOTTLING PLANT!' Jodie shouted over the noise of the...

Hucow Madame Ch. 01

by ClarasBestFriend on Oct 5, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

When Ashley woke, she felt the fullness in her udders reminding her to go milk. She was halfway out of bed when she realized a few things: She no longer felt the effects of being in heat, which could only mean that her plan had succeeded and that she was pregnant with her first calf! The floor was covered in sleeping men - now bulls - who were all sporting...

Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 02

by Heather26 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

'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...

Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm

by Heather26 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

It was by no means an uncommon thing to see a hucow out in public, yet I always found myself staring whenever I found one. The way her huge breasts were constrained beneath her shirt and the curve of her wide hips were enthralling. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could even see a small stain of milk leaking from her outlined nipples. 'Quit staring,' Jess...

Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 04

by Heather26 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

Jessica The early morning sun seeped through the curtains, warming the room in a brilliant glow. The sound of birds could be heard from the Dairy Farm's back garden outside as the world woke to a new day. I rested back against the propped up pillows on the hospital bed, my arms cradled across my udders. 'He has your eyes,' Mark said beside me. 'He does...