J.R. always gets what he wants…
J.R., a Texas billionaire and owner of the largest Hucow farm in the world, is holding a Hucow competition. The prize? A night alone with him in a barn and a chance to work on his farm. There are many contestants, but only one winner. Which deserving Hucow will become the champion and get knocked up by J.R.?
To say I was nervous was the fucking understatement of the year. Petrified, terrified - well, you get the picture. What on earth could have me so scared? Well, I'm a finalist in a Hucow competition. I had no idea that there were so many women who had become Hucows.
It started out as just me against a hundred of my bovine sisters. They had put out a call to all Hucows across the country to come and compete for the ultimate prize - a ride with the famed billionaire J.R. Stills. THE J.R. Stills. One night alone with him in a barn of hay. Oh my God! I nearly peed my panties when I saw that. I knew instantly I had to enter. Not only enter, but win.READ MORE
I thought perhaps I'd face five or six other Hucows and I'd have a pretty good shot of winning. I was floored when I saw the throngs of real, honest-to-goodness Hucows that showed up. Of course all the pretenders were sent away packing. We didn't need lactating women dressed in a slutty cow outfit competing against us. No, only REAL Hucows were accepted.
What's a REAL Hucow, you ask? Well, most Hucows I've spoken to said that they were given a pill that caused them to take on certain...uh aspects of a cow. Such as prodigious milk production. Some report breaking out in spontaneous mooing - although thankfully I haven't encountered that. Yet. Others have taken on a larger body, that while not exactly resembling a cow (God forbid) have become much more...shall we say...chunkier than a non-Hucow. A few have even reported growing extra breasts on their stomach - referred to as udders - although I've never actually encountered one of those. They wouldn't be allowed into the competition as with the extra tits they'd have an unfair advantage.
The competition. Oh God, the competition. There were several stages that each contestant had to go through to get to the next level. The first was the firmness competition. Several judges (read: horny old men) went through each contestant and measured the firmness of their milk-filled breasts by hand. It was funny to watch the men squeezing the Hucows' breasts and writing down the firmness all while trying to maintain a straight face. I moaned loudly when my judge touched my full, aching breasts. He pulled back at my moan, thinking he hurt me, but I assured him that what he was doing was just fine.
Oh, to feel his strong, dominant hands upon my milk-filled breasts. I think he sensed that I was about to cum just from him touching and prodding my milk-jugs as he hastily scribbled something down on his pad and moved onto the next contestant. I tried to see what he wrote, but he hid it well.
And milk. There was milk everywhere. I've never seen so much milk outside a grocery store before in my life. We all had to wear special slip-resistant shoes to avoid falling. Before the competition, all the girls were sampling each other's wares. Everyone was very friendly and enthusiastic about the whole thing.
Some didn't even know who J.R. Stills was and just wanted to meet their fellow Hucows. I, however, was very much interested in "getting to know" the billionaire. I've been fantasizing about that hunky stud for years now and I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to get him in the sack.COLLAPSE