Cuffed, Stuffed & Knocked Up (Part 3)

by Bessie Hucow

While waiting for her Hucow initiation with Farmer Jared, Sheila defies his orders to drop her investigation into the farm and finds out who is really running things. Armed with this information, she must make a decision that may very well make things worse. Much worse. Does she go through with the last leg of her initiation and let Jared and his buddies take turns with her very pregnant body or will she infiltrate into their secret business and risk herself to expose the nefarious activities of the farm?


It had been a long, difficult six months of waiting. Oh the sex parties were fabulous. Nearly all the girls were pregnant or looking to become pregnant. Ever since my "indoctrination" with Jared, the Farmer's son and head of operations, I had been fully welcomed into the Hucow family.

Over the weeks and months as my belly grew, I came to know the other cows on the farm and realized that my initial assumption was unfounded. These women weren't being forced to do this - although I could see why it might look that way to an outsider - they wanted to be here. Other than the occasional rival or two, I made friends easily and found myself in the middle of debauchery that would put the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah to shame. This was the life.

We were expected to work, however, and that work could be long and tedious. However, the cows here were a very playful bunch and we often played online games with each other while being milked to pass the time.


One thing I hadn't figured out yet, was the end game. What was it all for? Who was buying all this delicious, nutrient-rich milk? How long would we be here? What happens at menopause? Were we just sent out to pasture - ha ha ha?

Whenever I tried to find out, I was shut down immediately. I suspected that most of the cows didn't know and the ones who did weren't talking. Unlike the others, my mind wouldn't let me rest. I needed to know. As much as I loved this place, I got a very strange vibe about the goings on. In other words, something smelled in the fish market.

I decided to play it cool until I could figure out a plan. One night when I was a couple months pregnant, I begged off our nightly card game and instead dialed up a secure connection to an old friend who used to work for the NSA. If anyone could find out what these girls were up to, he could. I didn't want to shut them down - that may have been my initial reason for starting my whole investigation - but I couldn't rest until I knew what I was getting into.

"Hey, toots!" Jacob responded in his usual smarmy way. "Long time no see."

"Yeah, been kinda busy," I whispered. I wasn't sure what kind of spying capabilities they had in this place, but I didn't want to take too many chances.

"I see. Rumors abound. So, what's up?"

I leaned back against my bunk and began unconsciously touching myself. Ever since becoming a Hucow I'd been so completely horny that I fondled myself at every opportunity. I also noticed that all the other girls did the same.

"Rumors?" I lifted my eyebrows. "I should've known."

"Yeah, no one's seen you for a few months. Some think you're dead. Others...well, let's forget about what others think."


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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