Cuffed & Stuffed 2: Stuffed Harder

by Bessie Hucow

Sheila’s back and in more trouble than ever! What started out as a personal investigation into the Hucow farm, turned into a new way of life. After having been “handled” by Dirk and Bo, the security team, she must now come face to face with Jared Meyer, the farmer’s cocky, nineteen-year-old second in command. To say that he doesn’t approve of Sheila’s intrusion, would be an understatement. Find out what paces Jared puts her through in this thrilling part two of Cuffed & Stuffed. Will Jared take her hard and without protection? Will he be the only one?


Wow! Becoming a Hucow was much more than I had bargained for. After Bo and Dirk had taken me in both holes, they threw me into a small and cramped - but functional - room for me to stew in my juices (literally) until time that I was fit to be interrogated further.

My whole body practically morphed in front of my eyes. I was no longer a small, petite woman. Now I was a large-busted, leaky-breasted horn-dog of a Hucow. I swear, between my constantly aching, leaky breasts and my constantly horny pussy, I was a right mess. How did these women deal with this?

After getting a few hours of light sleep, I lay in bed, playing with my huge boobs, expressing the milk within and fingering my sensitive clit. My God, the orgasms were non-stop. I felt like some kind of sex machine.


I was starting to get a bit hungry and noticed a button - press for food. I did, hoping to have a large, leafy salad sent up. Wait! I hated salad. This was affecting more than just my breasts, wasn't it? Oh well. Bring on the salad, then!

But it wasn't salad that came down the trough. It was small, chewy pellets that looked like something you'd feed to your rabbit. God damn, they really went all out on this cow thing, didn't they? I picked one up, turned it around in my fingers and was about to put it back down when there was a knock at the door.

"Come on in!"

"Oh, if you're busy grazing, I'll --"

"No, that's fine, Arianna. I was just trying to figure out what the hell these pellets were."

"Oh, those!" She grabbed a couple and popped them in her mouth. "These are specially-designed Hucow pellets."

"Hucow pellets?" I asked, arching my eyebrows. "This sounds like some weird sci-fi flick."

"No, they're really good. Try one!" She tossed one of the pellets in my direction. "As a Hucow, your body has different needs than before."

"You really expect me to eat one of these?" I said, giving her 'that look.'

"Sure. I mean, you don't want to starve, right? Besides," she said as she grabbed another handful and stuffed them in her mouth, "they're tasty."

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and popped one in my mouth. Sure enough, it tasted like chocolate. "Wow, these are really good."

Arianna stood there and stared at me and it wasn't until I'd eaten a couple of pellets that I realized it. "What?"

"You're sexy when you're grazing, you know that?" she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Arianna was a very well-endowed Hucow, tall with fertile hips and a pouty face. She was beautiful in every sense of the word. She, too, was new here, having joined just before me. She was also the main reason I was a Hucow now.


About the Author

Bessie Hucow is a cow. She likes doing cow things such as mooing and eating grass. She also likes to write very dirty stories. How does a cow write dirty stories? Simple, she nicked a computer and brought it into her barn where she writes under lamplight in the middle of the night when all her humans think she's asleep.

Why? To bring you the very best stories that a cow can write.

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