Knocking up the Sassy Hucow

by Bessie Hucow

Caught between a powerful billionaire and a secretive government, sassy Hucow Brenda finds herself directly in the middle of a triple-cross. Brewing her own concoction at home with a “special” ingredient, she had designs on getting Draco Stevens - the richest billionaire in the state - to knock her up so that her son would be the sole heir to his vast fortune. However, Draco has other ideas.

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"There!" I shouted to no one in-particular. I took off my mask, held the gleaming green vial aloft and smiled at my cleverness. I wiped a bead of sweat off my forehead as I thought back to the long struggle to make this potion. I don't know how many times I'd had to start over just because one, small thing had been off.

Holding the potion to the light, I snagged a brief reflection of myself in the mirror. Boy, these last six months have really kicked my butt! I'd let myself go. My normal, lustrous, long-brown hair was fraying and uncombed. I noticed bags under my eyes that weren't there before and - speaking of eyes - they looked tired. I was only twenty-three, but I looked like a forty-year-old!


Forgetting about the vial for a moment, I vowed that I was going to change that. I may have just spent the last six months alone, in my basement and burning through my mental and monetary reserves, but now that it was finished, I needed to take some me time and get myself back into shape.

The potion could wait.


I was surprised by how quickly my youthful body bounced back. I think if I'd been even five years older, I would've had a much tougher time of it, but as it was, it only took me a month of daily workouts and sweatin' to the oldies to bring the bounce back into my pounce - if you know what I mean.

Now, it was time. I had stored the liquid at the perfect temperature to preserve its properties. I flashed a devilish grin as I closed my eyes and greedily downed the foul-tasting liquid. Geez, I had to chase it down with some wine to mask the heavy flavor.

Now, for the results. I stripped out of my sweaty gym clothes, revealing my small, pert breasts, hour-glass figure and beautiful face. I instinctively ran my hands down the length of my hips, loving the feel of my black-widow figure. I flexed my new-found muscles and laughed at myself as I realized that I needed more gym time for that.

But that wasn't what I was waiting for. How long would it take? A minute? An hour? I did mix the ingredients right, I was sure of it. I stared at my boobs, willing them to inflate and start dripping rich, creamy milk. I wanted to become a Hucow - or human cow - so badly that I was willing to do just about anything to get it. And I did.

Oh my! Was that a droplet of milk I spied clinging to my breast? Was it my imagination or did they just grow a fraction? With my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly brought my finger to my luscious nipple and wiped off the milk. It was definitely something. Slowly, ever-so-hopefully, I brought the droplet of breast dew to my lips and tasted it like I was tasting fine wine.

It worked!


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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