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Click hereThere was one more thing she had read in that hucow book so long ago when she could still use her mind. Hucows have later menopause than normal humans. Their eggs just keep multiplying. #2419 would be breeding for a long, long time.
The bull was pulled off her and a torrent of cum spilled from her used pussy, sinking into the hay between her legs. She laid there, catching her breath as her mind flooded with dopamine from having successfully been bred.
The worker pushed her curly, brown hair and the ear tag aside and put the collar around her neck again. He tugged it until she reluctantly got onto her hands and knees. Her big tits pooled beneath her and dragged over the prickly, cum-stained hay as she left the pen.
Outside her worker stopped to talk with the one exiting the pen next to hers. She looked over at the hucow he led out. She was older than #2419. She had long, curly hair that clung to her sweaty back. Her sagging, full breasts almost touched the ground, but only her teats pressed into it, unlike #2419's.
#2419 went over to inspect her. She caught a smell and followed it to her pussy. It was stained with bull cum as it leaked from within her loose, sagging lips. She licked it. Good. Taste good. She lapped the bull cum from the other hucow's pussy. The older hucow moaned at the tongue teasing her sensitive region which still throbbed after having been bred.
"Come along, #1375. You two can do that in the paddock."
Both hucow's collars were pulled and they stumbled after the workers. #2419 rubbed up against #1375 as they padded along, both with wombs freshly full of cum. She felt safe around her for some reason.
The workers joked among themselves.
"We should have a celebration for #1375. She's a grandmother now."
The two hucows were led through the barn until they exited into a grassy paddock. The morning sun warmed their naked skin. The rocks on the ground made #2419 wince as she dragged her huge tits over them, but it soon smoothed out into soft, lush grass.
Their leashes were unclipped and they began padding across the field. #1375 found a sunny place and flopped down on the grass. The bull cum still oozed from her loose pussy. There was a lot inside her. This was her 21st breeding. Little did she know that that first mind blowing breeding that she had all those years ago had resulted in this hucow nuzzling up next to her. Nor did she know that her daughter had just been bred like her.
Despite that, she still nuzzled back into her daughter, letting her rest her head on her mother's big breasts in the morning sun. Over time, as their bellies swelled from their successful breedings, they would seek each other out in the paddock and return to this same position. Even when their bellies grew too big and got in the way. Dozing at peace in each other's embrace. Both living out their desired lives as breeding hucows together.
- COMMENTS
poorceylon6 months agoLoved this. Particularly this part
> I was the product of a horny bull let loose on a fertile hucow who just needed to be bred for the year for her owners. It was the same for the baby in her belly right now. Her breeding was scheduled into the farm's rotation. Her cunt was on the list for the day.
Anonymous11 months agoThis one is kind of sad. If the kids of hucows are dumber, would the population become dumber and dumber by breeding different generations?
Anonymousabout 1 year agoI know what happens to cows when they reach menopause. I kept waiting for the cows to be led to slaughter once they reach to menopause
Anonymousabout 1 year agoAnother excellent tale of gradual corruption, this one even more overdetermined and extreme than the others. My favorite detail that became more obvious on second read is how Amber -- as a second generation hucow -- is much more hucow than human, especially after her acceptance. Her thoughts are even more rudimentary and simple than the other girls who surrender their humanity. The goal of a thorough hucow species from birth seems likely in a generation or two more. And, like a slow virus, the spread of hucowification through the women of this world, like each individual female character's, is an inexorable siren call. --VHugo
person126over 1 year agoGreat story! I'm curious about the details of what happens to hucows' offspring. Why do hucows have so many children? I had originally assumed they had lots of kids because people wanted to adopt them (they're probably very healthy babies). But are all the kids going to orphanages?
Anyway, I liked the angle of a story from the POV of a hucow's daughter, I imagine there are more stories that could be told from that angle. I love all your stories though and I'm just happy to see whatever you come up with.
