Hucow Hotline

by Bessie Hucow

All it took was one phone call…


Having manned the Hucow Hotline for several months, Jennifer had had enough. She wanted to know what it was like to be a Hucow. She wanted to be able to empathize with the women who called her for help. How did it feel to have large, leaky…well, you know? To be horny and fertile all the time? And - more importantly - to be dominated by a strong, muscular cowboy? She couldn’t wait to learn how it felt to submit herself to a man.

It was time for Doug, the cowboy, to clock out. He’d already serviced several new Hucows today and was ready to just go home and spend a quiet evening alone. But - duty calls. A new Hucow was waiting for him in the barn. Putting back on his stetson, he turned around and stepped into the large room.

One more cow, he thought as he surveyed the barn. His eyes fell on Jennifer. She’d probably be just like all the other cows…right?

One look from her lustful eyes told him that he was wrong. Very wrong.


"Hucow hotline, what is your emergency?"

Sarah took a deep breath as she thought about what she was about to say. She knew that from the moment of her next words, her life would never be the same again.

"I..." She wiped away her tears as she sobbed into the phone. "I think I'm turning into a Hucow."

Jennifer listened to the newly-turned Hucow blabber on for several minutes before offering her words of comfort and encouragement. She'd been doing this job for several months and had heard all the sob stories. Some of the women had been forced into being Hucows, others had taken a bad pill and others sought it out. But she'd always wondered what it felt like. How would it feel to have your breasts expand beyond all sense and reason and constantly filled with milk? She knew enough about Hucows to know that they were always horny and always fertile.


She wondered what happened to the cows once she sent them over to her supervisor. Surely they couldn't just return back to their normal lives. Jennifer realized that her hand had crept up under her shirt again. She quickly yanked it away from her soft, supple breast and refocused on the task at hand. While the new Hucow sobbed and cried on the phone, Jennifer's mind drifted to what it would be like.

She imagined waking up and finding that her breasts magically doubled or tripled their size overnight. Or maybe it happened instantly. God, she'd always dreamed about having large breasts. She'd never actually seen a Hucow before, so she wasn't really sure how big their breasts grew, but she'd talked to enough of them to know that they were usually sizable. She pinched her sensitive nipple and moaned softly as she closed her eyes and smiled, thinking about her very large, milk-filled tits.

"Miss?" The woman on the end of the line said, cutting through her fantasy.

Oh shit. "Yes?" She squeaked. Fuck! If she wasn't careful, she was going to get her ass fired. Just like the last three jobs.

"Did...did you just moan?" The woman hesitantly asked.

"Uh..." Jennifer tried to think her way out of this one as she pulled her hand out from under her shirt and sat up straight. "No, I just..."

"You were pleasuring yourself to my story, weren't you?" The Hucow's tone of voice changed dramatically. No longer was she a helpless little Hucow; now she was in charge.

"No, I --"

"How dare you! Do you think this is some kind of a game?"

"It's not a game, I know --"

"You know nothing, you little brat!" The woman raised her voice.

"I know how you must feel..." Jennifer tried to calm the woman down, but wasn't successful.

"I'll bet you've never even seen a Hucow. You don't know what it feels like to wake up with milk sloshing around underneath your body. You can't fathom how hard it is to find nursing bras that will even let you walk ten feet without milk seeping through. And lastly you have no idea how it feels to be so fucking horny all the fucking time that it drives you out of your mind."

Jennifer was silent, listening to the woman rant.

"Do you know how many times I've touched myself today, miss?"

She shook her head, but the woman continued anyway.

"Seventeen. And as soon as we're done talking, I'm going to have to do it again." She paused and took a deep breath. "My itch can only be scratched by one thing."


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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