Author's Note: Story requested by KC55. *** "Sera, wake your freak ass up! It's time for milking!" The obnoxious voice of her second cousin bled through Sera's door, biting into her ears like a venomous snake. She sat up and looked around groggily, ignoring the incredible weight of her chest until her 'nipples' brushed against her legs. A sigh of dismay br...
14. Taming Matombo The next morning, the new mares were surprised to see their breasts swollen and heavy. They were brought to the milking shed, where ten new machines had been installed. The mares lined up and waited for their turn to be milked, talking excitedly about the novelty. Almost seventy pints were extracted from their perky, turgid breasts. Lin...
Author's Note: This story is not in segments like my usual writes are, but is divided by chapters all submitted in one swoop. Please enjoy and remember to comment if you like, but mostly enjoy this story. Thank you to Ronnie W., for the suggestions with some of the text.~ Red Chapter One Pamela watched the pick-up truck pull into her drive and wiped her fl...
You'd zoned completely out as the farmer had worked out the cream from your breasts, taken far away by your pleasure. How long had it been? All you knew for sure was that the small bucket set beneath you was now about half full, instead of the bottom of it just being barely covered. The pain of engorgement had faded away now to a distant memory, long since...
Chapter 5: Part of the Herd The days passed in a routine. Matt would come in and waken Ginny with her morning feed. He always sat with her as she ate, and as he did so he talked to her about the hormones and the cumulative effect they were having upon her physiology. He would get Ginny to play with her tits as she listened to him, always on her knees as he...
Warning: This chapter involves Futas-herms-dickgrils- whatever you want to call them. If you aren't into that, just skip this chapter. Pretend it doesn't exist. ***** Equina carefully kept her face hidden with the cowl of her robe, and her hands hidden in the folds of her sleeves. If anyone in the crowded tavern saw the blue hue of her skin, discovered tha...
Apocalypse Slaves, Part 8: Pearl and Nadine. By: AlexClayton. *** Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some o...
Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
The next week was a blur. It didn't take long for me to convince my parents I was helping my neighbor with chores around her yard and house for some extra money. In their eyes, this explained why I had been spending so much time over at my neighbor's house. They didn't mind either. They figured it would teach me responsibility. So here I am my last summer b...
Emily climbed down off her horse, Samson. She'd spotted a patch of the fence line that had become obscured by a tree's overhang. The cows were clever enough to find breaks in the fence that would often be hidden from plain view. Most folks didn't give the herd the credit they deserved for being problem solvers. Working as a dairy hand often meant thinking li...