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They both watched as the two mated. Melissa moaned like a beast in heat, without a care that her former co-workers were watching her be bred. She wouldn't even know now. She was just livestock in there. Only concerned with being bred and then taken for milking.
#988 grunted and pulled Melissa's hips into his, burying his cock deep in her fertile womb as he filled her with cum. She moaned gently into the hay, her thighs still twitching from the rough fucking.
Jodie knew that somewhere deep inside, Melissa was happy to be bred like that.
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It had been a long morning. Jodie took the leash of a bull and called for the new girl to follow her.
'Wow, I can't believe how hard they went at it. Like, I've never seen two people fuck like that.'
'They're not people, they're livestock,' Jodie corrected her.
'Whatever, they look like them.'
'Trust me. You'll find this job much easier if you treat hucows and bulls like that.'
They led the bull back into his pen and Jodie instructed the new girl to fetch the soap and water.
'Now this is how you wash down the bull after he's finished mating. Make sure to clean his dick well. And in his pubes too. Cum can get stuck there.'
She let the new girl take over and watched her.
'Now he'll get hard as you scrub, so just keep him calm and do your job as well as you can.'
The new girl looked on in amazement as the bull's cock grew to full length in her hand.
'Wow. This is so big.'
'Keep cleaning it.'
She scrubbed the length of his cock with two hands, treating it more sensually than necessary.
'You're washing him, not giving him a handjob.'
'But, like, how often do you get to stroke a cock this big? Don't you ever have fun with it?'
'Absolutely not.'
The bull shuddered at her touch.
'Oh! I think he's close to cumming. He's got a lot of stamina if he can cum again so quickly.'
Jodie grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.
'Come with me.'
'What? Did I do something wrong?'
She led her through the barn before stopping at a pen.
'Here.'
Jodie motioned for her to hop up and peer over the fence. The new girl followed suit and peered over. In the pen below lay a pregnant hucow. She struggled to get her hand around her big belly to rub her swollen pussy.
'This was the last girl who didn't listen when I said not to play with the bulls.'
The girl looked over the hucow.
'She used to work here?'
'Yeah. Three years ago. She's been bred four times since then. She liked playing with the bulls when she worked here. Didn't you, Melissa.'
The hucow writhed in the hay, unaware of the name she hadn't been called in years. He pussy squirted a bit as she hit a good spot.
'She likes being bred by the bulls. She squirts just like that when they're balls deep in her swollen hucow pussy. If that's what you want, then we can go upstairs right now and make you livestock. I'll even promise to have that bull be the first to breed you.'
The girl shuddered, but composed herself enough to shake her head.
'No, I'll treat this job a bit more seriously.'
Jodie could see her nipples poking through her top, hard as nubs. She knew she wouldn't last long. Not many women who worked here did. She gave one last look at Melissa before returning. There hadn't been a day that she didn't look happy since turning.
She wondered what it felt like.
- COMMENTS
Hucowudders7 months agoI find myself reading this story all the time and would love to be transformed so a bull could bred me. I too would give up the human world and be the perfect hucow. My udders and teats are large, but bigger is better. Write more soon.
Anonymous8 months agoI like the idea of losing human rights and becoming a piece of property, just as real livestock, presented in this story. The owner is allowed to make use of their bodies and resources as they see fit since legally they are essentially just an object to exploit for economic gains with no restraints. Maybe after they no longer can breed, hucows are grown for meat and fat and sent to the abatoir. Or maybe they are becoming fertilizer for agriculture. Maybe the hucows are used to manufacture leather products (purses, boots, clothes, sofas) or all of the above combined. The loss of identity and renaming them with numbers adds to this affect. No graveyard stone when they die, just a mention in a farm document when their death occurred and how their body was sold/used for further profit. The women in this story allowed society to disregard them as persons and have their bodies hoarded for resources and be legally no different to a piece of furniture.
Hucowudders8 months agoI just loved the story. As I was reading I found myself pulling on my teats and fingering my cunt. Please write more soon.
BrendaNW12 months agoVery exciting story and it has me so hot and wet wondering what it would feel like as a hucow .. what if she had kept her senses but otherwise a hucow 😁 🔥 I need a bigger dildoe
Anonymousabout 1 year agoThis story, though a bit less refined than the sequlae, is essential and riveting. The corruption and ultimate surrender -- signing away humanity, becoming property, embracing pleasure as freedom from worry -- works despite the fantastic unreality because it echoes the very act of submission to desire. Coming back to this after a while, it is even hotter, knowing the development of the supporting characters. I greatly enjoy the post-surrender transition, the becoming-animal. A few notes for future revision when these are collected (I hope): the doctor should be a bit more business-like, bordering on annoyed or bored, about converting Melissa. After all, she is extending his work day with her late impulse. Melissa's impulsive choice, on witnessing a breeding at the end of a day when she could have easily delayed and prolonged her humanity, should be highlighted. Maybe add something about how she didn't get off in the morning, how her toy ran out of battery, or her train was delayed that day, so she worked late -- it should be an impulse, contingent. When the doctor tells her to strip, add the detail that he throws her clothes and shoes into a refuse bin, where they'll be donated or recycled or destroyed. While she's being processed, Jodie should clear Melissa's locker, tossing her purse and keys, etc. into a bin, so the government office that liquidates new hucow possessions and legal affairs can do their job removing Melissa's place in human society. --VHugo
