by Bessie Hucow
Nikita Storm
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."
"Yeah, it's a long story." I ran my hand through my hair. I'd rehearsed what I was going to say to him, but that didn't make it any easier.
"I got the time."
"Well, okay, but you gotta swear on your pinky finger that you'll believe me." The last thing I needed was for my one trusted friend to think I was cuckoo. I might have been at this point, but I didn't want him to think that.
"Sure," he said, concern suddenly etched in his voice. "What's up?"
"I'm..." I cleared my throat. "A Hucow." I instinctively pulled the phone quickly from my ear.
"A what?" He yelled.
"Calm down!" I hissed. "I don't know if I'm being watched."
"All right, Missy, you need to spill the beans. Pronto," he demanded.
For the next ten minutes, I explained to him every single thing that had happened since that fateful night when I tried to infiltrate the place. I explained about how I was going to come in all gang-busters like and shut down this retched place and free all these poor, helpless woman caught up in this nefarious plot. I left nothing out. I even described the sexual bits in quite some detail.
"Jacob? You still there," I asked after my long explanation. I'd hoped to God that he hadn't hung up on me.
"I, uh..." he sounded flustered. "Yeah, I just had to adjust my underwear. You know?"
I smiled. Of course I knew. What did he think I was? A virgin?
"So, what's the status?"
"Well, at the moment, I'm in a small cubicle that has all the amenities I could ever need, but room. Oh, and I'm pregnant."
"Really? Wow, I thought you didn't want kids."
"Well," I sighed. It was a long story. "I didn't."
"So..."
"Well, being a Hucow...changes you. It kicks your hormones into overdrive. In fact, the moment you take the pill, you become ultra-fertile and you start to really desire getting knocked up. I know it's an odd thing to say, but that's exactly how it feels. I feel like a real woman now that I have large, over-flowing mammaries, large hips and a baby in my belly. I'm now not only a woman, but a mother. You understand?"
He paused for a moment before indicating that he did. "So, what do you need from me? I assume you didn't call me just for shits and giggles."
"No," I admitted, "you're right. I need your help."
"Prison break help?"
"No, I like it here. No one's being forced to do anything. But I want some intel on this place. What is it, who owns it, where does the supply chain flow, that kind of stuff. You know?"
"Yeah. I can do that for ya. Give me a couple of days, will ya?"
"Thanks, bud. I owe you one."
I could practically hear him fapping through the phone. "You owe me more than one, darlin'," he said as he hung up.
*****
I waited anxiously for several days, my stomach sick with worry as I hoped that I hadn't been spied on. After a time of nothing out of the ordinary happening, I relaxed and realized that it was probably all in my head. Just the same, I feigned illness and begged off of our games. Although I did like our naked Twister night and wished I hadn't backed out of that one. But my mind was far too occupied for me to have been any use.
That night as I was lying in bed, the phone rang, startling me out of my half-sleep. My breasts were full and I knew I was going to have to empty them soon or they were going to ache like a bitch.
"You sitting down?" he asked.
"Yeah, spill it." I nodded, even though he couldn't see me.
"One word: mafia."
He then hung up, leaving me alone in my silent room with my wickedly beating heart for companionship. As I was struggling to get myself under control, my phone beeped and lit up with the text: Drop it.
Fuck! Some things were better left unexplored. This was one of them, apparently. My mind raced a million miles a minute. The mafia? What the hell could they possibly want with Hucow milk? I was about to dial him back, but those two words stood out, mocking me and I let my fingers fall away from the phone. How the hell was I supposed to let it go now? It was like Gilligan and the gang just about to get rescued and someone turns the channel.
Fuck!
"Knock, knock!"
I jumped out of my bed, nearly falling on the floor. I quickly deleted the message, took a deep breath and met Arianna at the door.
"I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Shh..." I said and looked around outside behind her to make sure no one else saw us. "Come in. Quickly. Does anyone know you're here?"
She shook her head and scrunched her brow. "No, honey what's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost." Arianna turned me around and began massaging the tension from my neck.
I slumped forward and realized that I had been extremely tense. "Maybe I have," I admitted.
She sat on the bed and patted it next to her. "Wanna tell me all about it?"
I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes. "Can I trust you?"
She narrowed her eyes.
"I mean really trust you. Like if I tell you something that you don't want to hear, you won't breathe a word of it to anyone?"
"Of course you can trust me, honey. I'm the reason you're a Hucow right now, remember." She patted my belly for emphasis. "Why? What's up."
I locked the door and sat next to her. I whispered in her ear everything I'd learned. Which, admittedly, wasn't much.
"He told you to just
drop it, huh?"
"Yeah. And the inflection in his voice made me think that he'd found out things that were better left undisturbed." I fingered my necklace pensively.
"So, are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Going to drop it. Like your friend suggested."
"Hell no! This is a rabbit hole that I can't just walk away from. I've got too much invested in it to just turn around and forget everything." I hoped that I was making the right decision.
"You want my help?" Arianna asked, putting her hand on my leg for support.
"Yes. I want to get to the bottom of this whole thing. Something's not right here."
"You have that feeling, too?"
*****
For the next few months, I tried my best to carry on normally. My heart wasn't quite in it, but I put on a good show. I had no idea how many guys I'd slept with. Sometimes I felt like I was on a merry-go-round. Arianna and I never spoke another word about our meeting. I tried my best to forget that it happened in the first place, but I couldn't.
As my belly grew, so too did my horniness. I found myself wet and ready for more even after several partners. It was a blessing and curse. I'd fall asleep at night masturbating my cum-filled pussy and wake up still horny. I was pretty sure that normal pregnant women didn't have this much sexual desire.
The night before my meeting with Jared for my final examination, I made a decision that I hoped wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass. I cased his office and made sure that I knew where every camera and alarm was. I used my police training and was easily able to bypass all his security and stealth my way into his office. I wasn't sure exactly what I was looking for, but I had a feeling I'd know it when I found it.
My heart raced unabated in my chest as I squeezed my pregnant belly into tight spaces. It would be kind of comical if I'd been caught - or got stuck. I prayed neither of those things would happen. Once inside, I disabled the cameras and flicked on the lights. I knew I had about thirty minutes before the security guard was due back around and I didn't want to be caught inside when he did.
I quickly scanned the room for anything of value information-wise, but didn't really find anything. Then I spied his computer and a lump formed in my throat. Looking around to make sure no one was around, I slipped over to his desk, pulled out his chair and sat down. I was so nervous, my hands were sweating and shaking. With one press of the button, his computer whirred to life and soon I was prompted to enter a password.
Great. I wasn't a hacker. I didn't know the first thing about breaking into computers. I rifled through the papers on his desk hoping to find something - anything - that would get me into his files. Then I opened the drawer and saw a post-it note stuck to the side. It read: PW - Hucow_Lover666lol
That was it! Holy shit, I couldn't believe my luck. I quickly typed in the silly password and his machine finished booting up. Wow, there was so much stuff to go through. I thought it would be best, however, to concentrate on his email. Rifling through his online mail brought up some very disturbing things. Jacob was right, this guy was butting heads with the local chapter of the mafia. I wanted to print some of this shit out and save it for perusal later.
Just as the last sheet of paper came through the printer tray, I heard some muffled voices and a key rattling in a doorknob. Shit! He was back. I looked around for a quick place to hide, but couldn't find one. Just as they were about to burst into the room, I ducked under the table and prayed that no-one would sit there.
From what I could tell, there were three of them. And they were very angry. I wasn't quite able to ascertain what was going on, but it sounded like two guys - mafia thugs? - wanted something from Jared. I tensed as they began shouting at him and I held my breath when I heard a thud against the wall.
"All right, all right!" I heard Jared capitulate. "Just give me a few minutes."
Oh shit! I thought to myself as he sat down in the chair and scooted forward. I pulled back as far as I could, but it was kind of hard what with being a large-bellied pregnant woman.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Jared noticed that his computer had been turned on and "hacked." I had to smile at the memory of his password.
"Shut up and get to it, man," one of the guys said. I couldn't see him, but it was obvious that he was a tough brute. I didn't have to be a cop to know that.
"Listen guys, I can't work with someone breathing down my neck. Why don't you guys have a seat and I'll get back to you."
The guys grunted and said something about funny business and plopped themselves down on the leather sofa.
"What the?"
I tapped him on the knee as soon as the coast was clear and bade him to remain silent. He feigned dropping something and bent down to talk to me.
"What on earth? What are you doing in my office? Are you the one--"
I cut him off with a slap. "I think you've got bigger problems than me right now, Jared." I thumbed over my shoulder toward the goons.
He nodded and slumped forward. "I do. I owe them money and they're here to collect. I was just going to check my bank balance, but I know there's not enough in there to satisfy them."
I thought about his predicament for a moment before coming up with the perfect ruse. "Entrap them."
"Excuse me?"
"Look, I'm a cop. Or, at least I was until I came here." I pointed out. "Get them to admit to what they're doing. Then I'll come out of hiding and confront them."
He shook his head. "Sounds risky..."
"Riskier than what's going to happen to you if we do nothing?"
"True," he admitted. "All right."
"Hey guys!" He straightened up and called them over. "What was it you wanted from me again?"
"Don't play stupid, pops." One of them grunted.
"Just get us the money and we'll be on our way. You do have it, right?"
"You mean the money for the illegal Hucow milk?" He pressed. I held my breath, hoping this would work.
"Yeah, that."
That was my cue to step out from under the desk. "Gotcha!" I said, dusting myself off.
"Who the hell are you?" One of them said as they looked over my pregnant belly.
"FBI," I smiled smugly. "We've wiretapped the place. You guys just walked in on me while I was putting in the last bug."
They looked at me and then each other and got scared faces. I knew this was working. A surge of confidence raced through me and looking at these two hot men was starting to make me horny.
"Shit! You mean we're busted?"
"Yep." I glared at them smugly. "Unless..." I leaned forward and whispered.
"You want us to what?"
"Shh..." I held a finger to my lips. "There's a van down the street that's picking up everything. I can...make things disappear, if you know what I mean."
"Okay, so what do you want us to do first?"
I looked over the two strong, burly men. Really looked them over. "What did you say your name was again?" I asked.
He looked around nervously.
"Don't worry, I'll erase everything," I assured them.
"It's...Bob." He had short, brown hair, a stubbly beard and cute brown eyes. Bob was a bit taller than his friend, but they were both cute and my hormones were starting to kick into overdrive. It'd been an hour since I touched myself and I was getting very, very wet.
"Yours?" I turned to the other one.
"John." He was much more confidant than Bob.
"Well, boys, why don't you make yourself comfortable," I suggested as I studied their bodies lasciviously. My hand crept up under my blouse and I began playing with my milky breasts as I watched the two brutes quickly step out of their clothes. I wasn't entirely sure that they bought my story, but who could refuse sex with a horny, sex-starved pregnant woman?
"There, that's better, isn't it?" I asked as I ran my hands through John's thick chest hair. There was something animalistic about men with chest hair that I found irresistible and I had to squeeze my legs together as a powerful or
gasm wracked my body.
"Don't be shy, Jared, I reached out to the owner. I won't bite." I let my hands do the walking as I explored every inch of all three of the men. I pulled them into a semi-circle around me and drew their cocks close to my needy mouth.
Each of their dicks looked completely different, but none of them were lacking in the girth department. My mouth watered as I tried to figure out which lucky guy was going to get sucked first. I decided on Jared and slowly lowered my lips over his turgid, steel-hard shaft. My hands wrapped softly around the other two men's cocks. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!
Jared's cock was long and veiny and I felt myself growing wetter as I plunged my mouth all the way down on his shaft, burying my nose in his crotch. He cried out as the heat of my mouth and my sudden move caught him off guard. The other two stepped closer as my hands began moving rhythmically up and down their shafts.
Bob, sensing that he was getting the short end of the stick, spoke up, "Don't you think he's had enough already?"
"Yeah," John concurred as he bent down and lifted my blouse off, exposing my full, aching breasts to his wanton eyes. "My God, you're practically bursting with milk."
"You can have some if you want," I said, smiling mischievously.
"No...I can't..." he looked away, biting his lip.
"Why not?" I asked, miffed that they wouldn't drink my luscious milk.
"Because," Jared spoke up for him, "Hucow milk is used as a drug."
"Not really a drug," Bob corrected. "But athletes and top professionals pay top dollar for Hucow milk as it promotes muscle development and intellect growth."
"Also," John chimed in as he began kneading my mammaries, "It's completely undetectable to any drug test."
"In other words," Jared cleared his throat as he waited for my lips to resume their sucking, "it's the new steroids."
"Yeah, this stuff is worth more than gold," John explained. "Literally. My boss would kill me if he knew I was drinking this stuff on company time."
"Well," I said mischievously as I stood and angled my breast in his direction, "What would he say about you catching it?" I then began squirting him in the face and he caved and began trying to catch it in his mouth. He moved closer and closer to the source and put his masculine lips around my fat, erect nipple and began suckling from my engorged teat.