The Hucow Farm

It was an excited Monday Morning at the Hucow Farm. A new batch of cows and bulls were joining the herd today. The cows were all scheduled for an early morning milking and a social was on the agenda for later. Once the cows had their first milking, it would be time for them to chat with the bulls and pair up. Each cow was capable of producing a sizeable amount of milk on their own. But the breeding would help grow their breasts even further and help produce more milk. Even more, it would allow the herd to grow for the future.

All the cows and bulls had already recieved their injections.The cows were already having to adjust to their new giant breasts and the new strain on their backs. The bulls had their own set of problems. While each of the cows were in their rooms getting their first milkings.



Christie Pearson had just been been shown to her room earlier. Her giant M cup breasts strained against the shirt she had been provided. Her room, like everyone else's was pretty plain. It only had a large bed, a dresser full of the clothing the farm provided them with, a private bathroom, and the milking machine that pumped to the farm's central milk storage.

"Better get this over with." Christe thought to herself as she pulled her shirt down and released her giant breasts. Walking to the machine, she sat on the chair and then pushed her giant jugs into the holes. Locking herself in, she turned it on and then began to moan. "oh god that's actually really goood!!!" she moaned as she machine massaged and sucked at her breasts. She felt the first bit of milk she'd ever produced leave her breasts. But this was just the beginning.

"I think I'm going to like it here." She thought to herself as her milk was sucked from her body by the machine. "Just have to find myself a nice bull who can give me even bigger boobs and a nice baby belly to boot."

Sasha was hesitant, as she eyes the odd machine. Her small, yet observant eyes looked around the room, and hoped that she could decorate it a little, as it seemed rather dull. Her gigantic breasts weighed against her back, hardened nipples poking through the fabric of the white shirt she had been provided with.

Giving a soft sigh, she tugged her shirt off, giant breasts feeling large and oddly swollen. Sitting down in the soft chair she had been provided with, she straightened her back and locked herself into the odd contraption, which began to suckle after she turned it on. Not expecting the sudden burst of motion, she moaned loudly, before gasping at the noise she had given.

Still, the rhythmic tug on her nipples and breasts caused soft whimpers and moans to leave her soft lips, which were parted slightly. A soft flush washed over her face.

It seemed that Brandon had finally received his new job. The young bull did not know clearly the nature of how things worked her but he had a briefing about what he was supposed to do. Besides, he was not in any position to argue since he needed the money, and since he was broke.

Brandon was walking around topless showing off his tattoos and his hardened chest and body as he walked casually along the cows rooms. He was clearly taking a walk as he observed the large breasts that the females. This was really a pleasant view for Brandon since he had always loved large breasts even before his days in the farm. It seemed that all the cows were busy in producing milk now some Brandon simply decided to continue his tour around the place and then head to prepare for the social event that was in preparation for everyone. Brandon has been here for a small amount of time and he was starting to enjoy his stay already.

It was on those words, a bull entered Christine's milking room. It was Duke Springer, he had been touring the facility after his injection. "Hello, I am Duke. I have had some experience with milking machines before coming here. I worked on a dairy farm. How about I give you a hand?" Christine could easily see by the growing bulge in Duke's pants he had to be one of the bulls.

The site of Christine Pearson half naked and hooked up to the milking machine was very erotic to Duke. "Well the milking process feels better if you can relax. I bet your back has some tension," said Duke. Christine would feel his strong hands begin to massage her shoulders and back. As he eased her tension Duke asked,"What is your name?"

Daisy was not used to large breasts and if she was to be completely honest, she was not loving the backache that came with them. But she couldn’t deny that they looked good. Jumping from an A cup to this massive chest made her feel womanly and just that extra bit sexy. They suited the ample curves of the rest of her body.

Having already packed away her few belongings and showered, Daisy was inspecting the milking machine that was going to be part of her new daily ritual. It was funny to think that she would be supplying the milk that thousands of people out there could be drinking. With grin she sat herself down, pulling the top off her head and letting it drop to the ground at her feet.

“Okay then, time to get you working,” she murmured. Her breasts felt insanely heavy and a good milking would surely fix the problem.

And yes, it did.

“Fuuuuudgesicles, woah that is weird-good, I don’t even know,” Daisy laughed as the machine started sucking out the milk. It was such a glorious relief. After a moment spent just enjoying the sensation, she started massaging, helping the fluid flow. Yeah, she could get used to this.

Jim was escorted to his room after his injections. The place was small, with a single bed and a desk. On the desk was a note pad and pen. The bulge in his pants made moving feel uncomfortable. "Why are we even wearing clothes for this?" Unzipping his pants, Jim's cock and balls dangled to the floor. "So I guess I'm supposed to start fucking cows now..." Jim thought to himself. He heard that a social was going to happen later today. Leaving the room, buck naked, Jim searched the halls for where the social might be. "If I'm lucky, a cow might just walk right into."

Kat's grey eyes fixed on her file as she walked down, following the map to reach her room.At first, everything about this farm felt surreal, but once she was a part of it it made more sense.She knew she could have easily settled down with one of the millionaires who were always on her trail but that kind of life seemed incomplete and boring.However, what this place promised, apart from a nicer body, was a close knit group where she would belong.

Twisting the door knob, she entered her room, a frown forming on her face.The room was worse than the mall prison.She ran her manicured fingers through her blond hair which were straight for this week, as she entered.This room would need a serious make over.Her back ached from the strain of her new breasts as she closed the door behind her.Her eyes caught the machine as she bit her bottom lip nervously.Unbuttoning her top, she sat on the seat, carefully attaching her heavy breasts to the separate holes as she turned on the machine.

She felt the strong suction force as her milk began to leak.She moaned loudly, the disappointment of the dull room quickly fading away.It was so good, she couldn't believe she had to do this everyday.

Mia entered the room, and her shoulders slumped. The room was minimal, but it was also everything she would need. Striking out on her own had been a scary step to take, and now she knew had to prove to her family that she could do this. So closing the door as she stepped inside the room, she resolved herself to putting her best, brave face on. A smile turned the corners of her mouth up as she made her way over to the dresser. The surface was smooth, and it carried the same sterilized feel the rest of the room did. ‘All one color. Why do I feel like I’m in a hospital here?’ She pulled opened the drawer, inspecting the clothing the farm had provided her with. Again, simplistic. Perhaps that was a running theme here.

Closing the drawer back, she finally took note of the milking machine. It was an intimidating sight to her. Someone who couldn’t even change a flat tire had to do learn this device and use it. Taking her seat, she could feel the strain her new breasts were creating on her back. ‘It would be a relief to get this milk out of me,’ she thought, running her hands over her swollen breasts. ‘Now is as good of a time as any.’ She pulled at the edge of her shirt, finding it difficult to get it up and over her new chest. Once they were freed, the pull on her back was even more intensified. Mia lifted and placed her breasts where they needed to be. Eyeing the buttons, she was apprehensive. ‘It’s either do this or go home, and if you go home, you know what is waiting for you there.’ Resolved with that thought, she pressed the button and the machine came to life. “Whoa,” she gasped, looking around to make sure no one heard her despite knowing she was alone. “Oh this feels so much better already.” Mia smiled, not only from the sensations the machine was sending through her body, but from the fact the decisions she was making were turning out just fine.

Madison opened the door and headed inside the room without any hesitation. The room wasn’t quite the same as her bedroom in her apartment had been, but it did have one shining, beautiful quality she adored. The price was right. ‘It’s perfect. Look at how clean it is, and I’ll bet the shower is big too. No more noisy neighbors. Well. Never know around here,’ she smiled. ‘Perfect. This can’t get any better.’ She looked around the room, already imagining putting various things on the walls. ‘Of course I’ll have to make sure it’s okay, but even if it isn’t, I can keep pictures and my journal. This is going to be the best. No more smelly pizza restaurant. My clothes won’t stink. I won’t stink.’ Again she laughed. ‘Plus guys. Oh yes guys who want to have sex with me. I can’t wait to see just how big their cocks are here.’ She rubbed the sight where she had been given her injection before leaning back trying to find relief for her back. ‘It’s worth it. All the pain is worth it.’

Taking a deep breath, she headed over to the milking machine and peeled her shirt off. ‘It looks pretty self exclamatory. I’m sure I can figure this out.’ She ran her fingers over her nipple, capturing a drop of milk. ‘No sense in wasting this.’ Brining the drop up to her lips, her brow furrowed at the taste. Madison positioned herself at the machine and traced her fingers over the buttons. ‘Okay. Here goes nothing.’ She pressed the button and felt the machine start to take the milk from her breasts. Her smile grew. ‘Oh yeah. I’m gonna love it here.’

"I wanted this."

Bill grunted through the pain as the stab of the needle spread through his body, the ache and burning that started in his groin slowly spread over his body. Feeling stretched and pulled, as if he was having a growth spurt his breath came hard as his heart hammered in his chest. Closing his eyes tight all he saw was white, the color of pain. Slowly his dick began to ache and became sore, about as much as the rest of him, for long minutes, or hours, he didn't know at that point, all he knew was his body adjusting and changing as he lay on the bed. In a pool of his own sweat, and pain.

When the ache left he slowly opened his eyes, raising his arms and looking down as he felt something long and thick against his thigh. Lifting himself up looked down at the 3 foot tube that hung between his legs. "Holy shit," he breathed in as he looked at his cock. It looked like a pipe between his legs, muscular legs. Body, arms. Everything.

At first he was quiet then he laughed and giggled to himself as he stood up feeling the power that ran through his body, "this farm is awesome!" His voice rose with excitement. Finally he had the body he had always wanted, always dreamed of. The type of body that would impress the girls, especially the cock. Something else ran through him, confidence, and arousal. He could smell them as he stood in the room posing and admiring the way his muscles showed on his body, out there somewhere, cows. That subtle scent of milk and sex, a scent that began to stiffen the huge pipe between his legs, that straightened out as he breathed deep, the farm had been a last stop of desperation in what he thought was a wasted life, but if it was going to be like this Bill would have no regrets.

"Oh yeah, the social," he recalled what they told him after the injections that changed him. Once he was, adjusted, as they called it there would be a time to introduce them all to the ways of the farm. A quick shower in the small room, big enough for a bed, shower, and not much else, and he was out and walking down the hall towards where he was told to go. Strutting, if it could be called that, with a 29 inch cock swinging down by his knees.

Dexter laid back on his plain bed, I'm his pain room, in the new pair of pain clothes the Farm had provided him once he'd arrived and received his injections. Honestly he wasn't as impressed as he thought he would be when the young college graduate was first informed about the great opportunity he would have to join this amazing team at Hucow Farm doing some amazing experimental studies; so far everything was just plain. It wasn't all bad though as he tried to find the silver lining, sitting up a bit as the bed squeaked Dexter looked down at his cock; it hadn't stopped growing since he left the lab. Painful as it felt, and the pain was indeed excruciating, but the trade off was worth it; he estimated that this drug had doubled his pens size in a matter of hours, and that it wouldn't stop till it was almost 3 ft long! Walking was now a chore he'd have to get use to, but it appeased his muscles were also increasing, so eventually he assumed that would get easier.

To take his mind off the pain, until the promised Farm Social Dexter decided to take a looksie through the profiles in his Hucow Farms Orientation booklet, as suggested him. He scrolled through the names and face flipping through the pages.

"Let's see here, hmmm, she's not bad, her either, damn Mama Mia I'd definitely duck you Hucow titts or not, Sasha too, sheesh!" He had a thing for chicks with big eyes, blow job eyes he called them, when a chick with big eyes is sucking you off then looks up or stares at you the whole time like a little cock hungry slut just doing her job; that always drove him insane. "Yep, I'm definitely setting my sights on these two, who knows might be I'd get a chance to hit both of them at the same time, I heard these experiments also have an exponential effect on our sex drive!"

He closed the booklet and laid back down awaiting the announcement for the social with his enthusiasm now restored.

"Mmmm yes, milk those tits. So goooood!!!!" Christie moaned a little as her breasts were milked. She had already expelled around half of her milk so far, when suddenly someone walked in without ever even announcing themselves. "What the fuck!! Who the hell are you?" She growled at the bull who had entered her room and was now touching her shoulders without her permissions. "Little tip pal, if you want to impress a girl, don't come into her room without her permission and start working on her shoulders before she tells you to do that too. So get out now before I cross your name off my list."

Once she had got the idiot and over zealous bull to leave, Christie finished milking and then put her shirt back on. checking herself out, she winked at her mirror and then headed off to the social event to meet some Bulls and decide who she wanted to breed her for her first. The farm had a very large room for social gatherings. With a buffet of some excellent and healthy food (Cows and Bulls weren't allowed alcohol or sugar to make for better milk and babies). Christie got herself a glass of sparkling apple juice and a plate full of cheese and crackers. Looking around the room, she licked her lips and tried to decide who should be her first bull. So far she was linking a pretty muscular man in a blue speedo that barely covered his massive member.

Winking a little at each bull as she saw them, Christie waited for them to come to her, eager to choose.


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Janet had arrived at the farm late. her already massive breasts had made it harder for the farm's scientist to really get a feel for what would happen if they gave her injections. So it had been settled that she would get a smaller dose. After her new Z cup breasts came in, Janet gave herself a quick milking (though it took some time in truth given her huge breasts). Once done, she headed off to the social and looked around to meet some Bulls for breeding.

With her massive chest being what it was, Janet had to wear a sturdy corset underneath her clothes to strengthen her back. Her breasts tugged at her so much, she had decided to sit down to wait for the Bulls. But this was going to be fun. Part of her wished there were more of them. It would have been fun to try and get two Bulls to fight over her and breed her together. But with the pickings being around one bull to every cow, give or take, she was going to have to wait and see who was available.

"Come at me boys, and you can use my titties as pillows." She thought to herself as she drank a glass of sparkling water.

By the time the milk had been drained and the machine had stopped pumping, Daisy was in a complete daze. She had slumped over and one hand was resting against her inner thigh, twitching upwards every now and then, desperate to start pleasuring herself. She resisted the urge and curled her hand into a fist.

It wouldn’t be long now until she met the bulls (and oh how she hoped they were nice!) and her needs could wait until then. It would be all the sweeter if she was really hot for it.

With a soft groan, she sat up and removed herself from the machine, leaning sideways to pick up her top and pull it back over her head. She tried to fluff her hair up a bit before leaving the room but she still looked like she’d just had her tits milked and she figured nobody would mind.

When she entered the social, she lifted her hand in greeting. “Um, hi,” she offered, cheeks flushing and then hurried over towards the food, needing something to focus on other than muscular men with huge dicks, one of which might be inside her at some point in the future.

“Oh man, I can’t believe I have to give up sugar,” she said and stared despondently at the food on offer, bypassing the carrot and celery sticks and picking up a mince lettuce cup that dribbled juice onto her fingers. She downed the canapé quickly and licked her fingers clean one at a time.

Mia had finished up with the milking, feeling rather flushed, and dressed once more. The process was a bit more difficult now with her new chest, but she knew in time she could adjust to that. It was amazing what one could adjust to. Larger breasts would just be another thing on her list. Finally making it on her own was of course at the top.

After sliding her now form fitted tee shirt over her breasts, she made her way down the hall to the social. She could feel the material rubbing against her already sore nipples. ‘Another adjustment,’ she thought rubbing and comforting her tender bud through her shirt.

She arrived at the social and took a deep breath. Her nerves were in a ball in her stomach. The buffet table was line with various food and drinks. It reminded her of camp. Here there would be no sugary sweets though. No matter. Even when she went to camp as a kid, and even as a teenager, she wasn’t allowed to eat sugar. Sugar, salt, and even preservatives had to be kept in check. Her mother’s rules were harsh. Mia picked up a plate and began to load it down with strawberries. How she loved them. Turning her back to the table, she brought one up to her lips. Her teeth sank into the juicy fruit as her eyes scanned the room. She stopped at she saw him. Her mind thought what her lips were afraid to ask, to say. ‘Is that..him? It can’t be. It just can’t.’ She lowered the plate she held in one hand along with the strawberry in the other hand. “Billy,” she whispered.

Madison debated even putting her shirt back on. ‘It’s not like this thing can hide anything really,’ she mused. Still, she knew it would be right thing to do. Cramming her breasts into her shirt, she sighed, nearly exhausted, before laughing. “If the bulls don’t wear me out around here, putting the massive tits in a shirt everyday will.”

She opened the door to her room and peered down the long hall. The social was taking place now, and she knew it would be the place to see the new bulls and be seen. “Alright then. Here goes nothing.” She pulled her door closed and began the trip towards the open space of the social. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts about what the bulls must look like. ‘Will they be wearing shorts?’ Entering the first thing she noticed was an impressive bull wearing blue. ‘Oh my. If this is a preview, then I’m going to love the main attraction.’ She headed over to the table, taking in the sight of the room. Grabbing an ice water, she turned the bottle up as she faced the room once more. ‘Time to eat.’ Picking up a banana, she had a smile on her lips as she peeled it. Holding one end she began to make the fruit disappear behind her lips and down her throat. Holding it there for a moment, she reached up to her throat, touching the skin, before pulling it back out. Licking her lips, she then took a bite. “Tasty.”

Billy sauntered into the social a bit more confident than he really felt, in some ways it helped knowing that the cows wanted the bulls. It was more a process of selection to see who appealed, as he looked around there was a lot to appeal to him. Never had he seen so many large breasts in one room at the same time. It was like some adolescent fantasy come true, if he wasn't already feeling aroused by the smell of milk and cow he'd be turned on just by looking at the sizes of the breasts around him.

One dark haired beauty was giving him the eye, at least he thought so by the way her dark eyes followed him around. Unused to it he smiled back giving her a lingering glance then stopped as he watched a tall, slender cow slowly take a banana in her mouth. Opening his eyes wide in surprise almost didn't hear the whisper, the voice that he had known came back to him quickly. Her, that summer at camp, a time when things were going so well until they crashed and burned, like all good things did. Crossing his fingers hoped that would not be the case here.

His senses were heightened enough that even in the noise of the room he heard her, smelled her, from across the table. "Mia?" He responded in shock. She was taller, bustier (of course!), but the eyes and that smile. It was her. He could not help but walk up, his eyes already taking her in like a thirsty man grabbing a tall cold glass of water. That summer at camp, the stolen kisses and lingering looks, it was like a fairy tale and the happiest months of his life.

"Mia!" He shouted out happily as he hugged her, the large breasts pressing into him, he did not want to stop as he felt his cock get hard by the closeness of her. The smell triggered something in him, and he felt himself stiffen between his legs, the thickening cock pulling at his hips and pushing out the speedo. Taking her hands in his, as if she was to disappear and he wanted to be sure she was real, knew if he had to choose, it would be her.

The words came out in a rush as he tried to keep down the hormones that began to flood his body. "What are you doing here? I am glad to see you, I just never expected to see you here, like this. Wow! I mean, impressive. Uhm, you look good."

He came towards her, like the bull he now was. His arms went around her, pulling her close, and she embraced him tightly. She didn’t care that her breasts were pressed against his body. She didn’t care if anyone else in the room as looking at them. All that mattered was, was that he was here and with her. It all seemed too good to be true. Him. Here. Now. There were no parents to tell her to leave him alone. No one was there to make sure she didn’t even write a letter to him. Just her and him.

He had changed, but time has a way of doing that to people. Time and experimental injections of course, but it was still him. His arms felt the same. The sound of his voice still touched her deeply, melting her as only he could. He took her hands, and she smiled as he questioned her. “I left them Billy. All of them, my family, I just packed up and left. I told them I was going to make a go at things on my own. I was tired of them making all my decisions for me. I’m just so sorry it came….so late.” She reached up and touched his face softly before her fingers began to caress his cheek. “You’re here Billy. You’re really here. You’re the sweetest dream I always have. I think of you every day, and I hope to find you in my dreams every night. Billy,” she whispered his name once more before leaning in and resting her body against his once more. Without any barriers in her way, she was able to hold him, to talk to him, the way she had always wanted to before. His arousal was not something she had missed. She was just happy to see him, to be with him again. “I’ve missed you Billy. I’ve missed you so much.”

Kat panted loudly as the machine stopped, indicating the milking was done.The smell of sweet milk filled the room as she smiled, removing her precious orbs from the machine.Rubbing them lightly as if to soothe them, she pulled on her top, that clung to her breasts percectly before she matched it with a cute little skirt and heels.Brushing her blonde hair, she got herself ready to attract some bulls.

Stepping into the social, she felt out of place. Alone and sad, but she pushed those feelings away with a smile. She wanted to fit in,to be a part of this family. Walking over, her nose scrunched at the food they had to offer.Slowly, helping herself to some grapes, she looked around, impressed with the bulls, hoping one of them might choose her to breed.Instead of letting them come to her, she walked over to a group of men, gently tapping one and smiling at him her dimpled smile."Hi, I'm Kat."

Duke was embarrassed. He jut wanted to help and obviously crossed a line. He apologized to Christie and left. Being turned inton a bull must of effected him more then he first thought.

The bull was now at the social function. Duke was in black bicycle shorts and his classic cowboy hat. He was looking over menu. No alcohol he could understand, but no sugar? That was going to be tough. Just then he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and turned to see a beautiful woman introduce herself. "Hello Kat, I am Duke. Nice to meet you."

Kat smiled at him, feeling more confident with passing seconds as she lightly crossed her arms."Hi Duke.Nice to meet you as well."She replied, thinking he might be a great start to her journey here.She looked at the menu , and shrugged a little."The food...really sucks.Bye bye Candy, bye bye wine."She spoke, before looking up at him.

Tossing her hair back, she pressed her pink lips together. "Are you new here too?"There was no doubt he was handsome, and a quick glance at his 'front side' which had been tamed by the shorts, she knew he was well gifted and the thought of him deep in her, made her cheeks flush.

Cal, a lean and we'll defined figure of a man had styled and shuffled uncomfortably to his new room of the Hu-Cow Farm dormitories, his body adjusting to the injection the doctors had given him that caused his now massive 2.5 foot long member to be it's current length. The member was stiff and thick, and ached all over, it probably didn't help that he was blue balling for the past few weeks now. Shrugging as he got dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans, he used some gauze he found in his dorm bathroom to attach his member to his tone and glazed looking leg. He figured being here was better than nowhere and being a nobody at this rate, so he had better adjust to this life right quick.

Hearing about a Farm Social of the Bulls and Cows meeting for the first time, Cal started to walk with a confident stride towards the social, and his brown eyes grew wide as he had never seen such hugely breasted women, or largely endowed men in his life, "this is gunna be fun," he said as he clapped his hands and rubbed them together, "in mini miny moe," he whispered jokingly before approaching Janet, her giant breasts resting in her lap.

"Hey there ma'am, are you new here too?" He asked as he sat down next to her on the stainless steel chair. Sitting would have to be something he'd have to re-learn now as he tried to find a comfortable position that supported his engorged member.

It seemed that now was the time for the social event that everyone was waiting for. Brandon put on a pair of tight white shorts that revealed his large enhanced cock along with a black shirt that he left unbuttoned to reveal his muscles as well as his tattoos. Brandon also wore a black cowboy hat which seemed to fit enough his new job. Brandon was clearly facing trouble with the new adjustments he had to make, but he planned enduring it for the sake of having fun and for the sake of paying his bills as well.

Brandon walked into the social event as he eyed all the chicks with big breasts around him. All these fine females were clearly turning him and he could not wait for the breeding and milking process.

"Well well hello there?" Brandon said in a mischievous tone to daisy as he observed her licking her fingers clean. This was clearly turning him on and he was enjoying it.

It was as she was licking the last of her fingers clean and her mind still on the food, that Daisy had her first interaction for the day. She immediately flushed a deep red. Act normal, Daisy, get it together, don’t look at- too late. She’d glanced down and back up again, taking all of him in and she was not disappointed.

“Um, hey, hi. N-nice to meet you. You want some food? It’s pretty good for being healthy.” She stopped talking before she could scare of him with awkward rambling and took a deep breath. “My name is Daisy.” She grinned at him.

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Kat smiled at him, feeling more confident with passing seconds as she lightly crossed her arms."Hi Duke.Nice to meet you as well."She replied, thinking he might be a great start to her journey here.She looked at the menu , and shrugged a little."The food...really sucks.Bye bye Candy, bye bye wine."She spoke, before looking up at him.

Tossing her hair back, she pressed her pink lips together. "Are you new here too?"There was no doubt he was handsome, and a quick glance at his 'front side' which had been tamed by the shorts, she knew he was well gifted and the thought of him deep in her, made her cheeks flush.

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"Why yes I am. I believe everyone is new here. A shame about the food though. But at least we have exquisite company to compensate for that," said Duke. He gave Kat a wink.

By the lovely blush in her cheeks, Duke guessed she was thinking the same thing he was at the moment. He was a little unsure what to say next. "So how are you adjusting to your...new attributes?" he asked with a slight blush of his own. "I worked on a normal farm before coming here. If you need help with anything, feel free to ask," Duke added.

Jim entered the social, still nude. So long as no one told him to put pants on, he kind of preferred letting his enormous package breathe. He licked his lips as he looked at all the fine cows in the room. His job was to impregnate them, but the questions was how many? The thought of fucking two cows at the same time excited Jim, his cock began to grow erect. Jim decided to lean back, and see if any cows would come to him first. Should no one pop up, it would be time for him to go on the prowl.