Happy Hucows, Inc.

Chapter One

 

Josie flinched slightly as the needle pierced the skin on her hindquarters. “Ouch,” she complained as the nurse pressed the plunger and then withdrew the fine needle.

“Just a pinch,” the nurse said belatedly. “You’ll get used to the injections.”

“You’d think by now someone would have invented a better way of doing injections,” Josie commented.

“Sometimes the old ways are the best ways.”

As she pulled up her pants and underwear Josie nodded, but paused in the middle of the process. “Should I even bother getting dressed? I mean…how quickly do the changes happen?”

The nurse, Barbara her nametag read, smiled. “You can get dressed. It doesn’t happen overnight, though I’ve had some hucows say after the fact that it seemed like it happened that fast.”

“Hucow,” Josie repeated with a shake of her head. “I’m going to have trouble getting used to that term.”

“Lots of the girls use it as a label of pride. It’s only an insult if you let it be one. You watched the orientation vid, didn’t you?”

“Yes, of course.” She finished dressing and paused. “Now what?”

“I’ll get an escort for you,” Barbara said. “She’ll take you to your room. From there, it’s up to you. I’m sure I’ll see you from time to time.” With that comment she was out the door.

Sighing, Josie sat down on the edge of the treatment table and brooding while waiting. It was all history now, but her new employer had somehow managed to put a positive spin on the great bovine flu epidemic that essentially wiped out the world’s entire domestic cattle population. It also devastated most cattle that still lived in the wild. Not only did this cause a great collapse of the worldwide dairy industry, it also cut off an important meat source for many people.

Luckily the inventiveness of the scientists and farmers came to the rescue. The immediate replacements were goats and sheep, but that industry had trouble completely filling the void. Goat and sheep milk was not the same as cow milk. There was also the resistance of the American consumer and the many animal rights groups that didn’t want to see the expansion of more animal use. Add to that the long, strong campaign promoting human breast milk over baby formula and a few clever scientists figured out a way to manipulate human hormones along with some gene therapy to get women to lactate to a previously unimagined degree.

Enter the hucow.

It was strange at first, but the human body had a natural affinity for human breast milk. Suddenly breast milk was in demand like never before. Josie found herself at the edge of the new debate. After college she could get a job for some company and work a steady job, but that didn’t interest her. Working physically had always interested her more than typing away at a keyboard in a cube farm all day. Almost on a lark she opted to test to see if she was compatible with the hucow program.

She was. The decision had almost been made for her.

The first question she had asked her recruiter was, “Is the process reversible?”

“Not really. If you stop treatment most of the physical changes are permanent. Some of the changers will decrease to a certain degree, but most are irreversible. You’ll stop lactating eventually—every hucow does—but when that happens is up to you.”

It wouldn’t have changed her mind. She just wanted to know.

Lost in her thoughts Josie barely heard the knock at the door before it opened and the hucow walked in. She had seen hucows before, of course, they were all over the place. But she had never before seen one up close and personal. It was a bit of a shock. Like all hucows she had enormous breasts that bulged up under the white dress she wore. Her hips were wider than average for normal women and Josie couldn’t see them yet, but she knew her buttocks were enlarged as well. Her complexion was pale and clear—not a sign of a blemish—which was something Josie could appreciate after having fought terrible acne from the onset of puberty on. Although she knew it was her imagination, Josie was positive the hucow had enlarged, limpid eyes.

“I’m Gena,” the hucow said extending her hand. Josie shook it, marveling at the softness of the girl’s skin. “You must be Josie.”

“Yes. Good to meet you.”

“Before I take you to your room, I have a question for you,” Gena said shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. Josie noted the hucow wore white sandals.

“Okay. What is it?”

Gena tilted her head to the side “Did your boyfriend leave you or do you want to get your national service in to get your citizenship and start a family?”

The question was quite rude and direct, but Josie found herself answering honestly anyway. “Citizenship. Though I’m not really sure I want to start a family.”

“Why do you want to be a citizen?”

Again it was a private question, but once more Josie answered anyway. “My entire family has their citizenship. Most got it through military service, a few through medical service. My aunt went the educational route.”

“None through the hucow program?”

Josie shook her head. “No.”

“That’s a little odd. Lots of families have inactive hucows who earned citizenship that way. Lots of women enter the program thinking they’ll do their four years of production service and get their citizenship. Did you know over ninety percent of hucows stay in the program over ten years? Mostly because they enjoy it so much.”

“I didn’t realize that.”

Gena smiled. Josie hadn’t realized before how neutral the hucow’s face was when she entered the nurse’s office. “Good. I can’t stand the girls who come in here after a traumatic breakup and want to completely change their lives because of a man. It’s an irreversible change, not just physically, but mentally as well.”

“I’ve heard that.”

“You can’t fully appreciate it until you’ve gone through it.” She turned around and headed back to the door. “Follow me.”

Josie’s eyes went to the hucow’s ass. Her rump was enormous; not just fat because her flesh didn’t jiggle like an obese person, but strong muscles as well. Josie felt a quick pang of jealousy.

“When did you decide to become a hucow?” Gena asked Josie as they traveled through a maze of office space. The BioDyne Corporation’s operation looked much like any other large multinational business.

“A few months ago. I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.” As she looked around the office was staffed by a mix of normal and hucows. It looked exactly like any other office in America, except for the presence of so many hucows. “Um, I thought hucow was a derogatory term.”

Gena shrugged. “It is if you let it be one. The official term is human-bovine synthetic transmute. But that’s long and ridiculous. You’ve had your first injection?”

“Yes.”

They came to a security door and Gena stood in front of it for a moment before it audibly unlocked. “It has to scan my pass,” she explained tapping at the pendant on the necklace she wore. Josie took a closer look and saw the pendant was bell-shaped but non-functional. It would never sound a note. “I’m authorized to bring in one guest. You’ll be issued a pass as well. You can’t be too careful about security around here. There are all sorts of nutjobs around.”

“I’m sure. Are all the passes in the shapes of bells?”

Gena laughed as she hauled the door all the way open for them. “No, there’s a variety of styles BioDyne issues. You can pick one of your liking and have it changed. Most of us wear it as a necklace, but there are other ways as well.”

Past the security door the atmosphere changed from one of an efficient office to a more domestic feel, somewhere between a hotel or dormitory and an apartment building.

“This is the residential section. No one is allowed in here except hucow residents, bulls, and authorized staff. When you get it, keep your pass on display at all times; there are scanners and cameras all around to keep us safe.”

“Will do.”

They marched through a series of hallways, almost all empty though Josie could hear sounds of activity coming from behind—and in some cases open—the doors. “Here we are,” Gena said stopping at a door and letting the scanner read her pass. “Let’s hope it works otherwise—” She was cut off by the click of the lock opening. “Well, security didn’t screw it up this time.” She pushed the door open. “Security should reset the lock. It’s only supposed to open for my pass just this once.”

Inside the door was a small apartment of one large room that was divided between a bedroom space and a kitchenette. A door led to a bathroom. Next to the table were Josie’s two bags she had dropped off upon entering the BioDyne building. Gena strode across the room and swept open the window shades. The view wasn’t terrible. She saw the edge of the parking lot but mostly faced rolling hills covered with trees. “Small room, but nice view. You can pay to move to a larger space later on.” She went back to the table and picked up a necklace that matched her own. “And they left your pass. Finally, no fuckups for once.” Proffering the necklace to Josie, she said, “They opted for the bell pendant. Sorry. If you don’t like it, you can go to security tomorrow and they’ll swap it out for you. Cows and flowers are very popular.”

“It’s fine,” said Josie, taking the necklace and put it around her neck, carefully closing the clasp. As she fiddled with the bit of jewelry, Gena crossed over to the far corner of the room and stood next to a contraption that resembled a stationary exercise bike.

“I call this the centerpiece of every hucow’s room, but for some reason it’s always in the corner.” She grinned. “Why don’t you take off your clothes, hop up here, and I’ll show you how it works.”

Josie hesitated. “Take off my clothes?”

“You can’t do this wearing a shirt and pants,” Gena replied with a bit of disdain at Josie’s choice of clothing. “Once you start the change you’ll want to wear dresses anyway. And lots of the hucows here don’t bother wearing clothing at all unless they’re leaving the residence.”

Although she had heard of this, Josie still found that difficult to believe. “Um…really?”

“You’ll lose your inhibitions soon enough,” Gena informed her. “Don’t be shy and pretend you’re modest.” She paused. “Or are you modest? I’ll take off my dress if it’ll make you more comfortable.” She made a motion to open the dress, but Josie stopped her.

“No, no, that’s not necessary.” In Josie’s mind having Gena naked would be worse. “I just sort of forgot that I need to be topless for this.” She quickly stripped off her shirt and bra. Josie was neither small nor large when it came to breast size. She had always been happily in the middle. She knew that shortly her breasts would be enlarging almost beyond control, but that was a matter for tomorrow. Once she was topless, Gena looked down at Josie’s pants.

“Take them off too,” she instructed.

“Is that really necessary?”

“Yes. You’ll see why in a minute.”

Josie contained her sigh, removed her shoes and then pushed off her slacks and underwear in the same smooth movement. It was the second time in a less than an hour she was removing her clothes she realized.

“You remove your body hair?” Gena asked while looking at the small triangle of dark brown hair resting at the apex of Josie’s legs.

Forcing herself not to cover her nudity Josie said, “Yes. Electro-piliation. I treat about once a month to keep it from growing back.”

“Most hucows go for the natural look. You probably will too.”

Josie looked blankly at her. “How do I…?”

“Oh. Right. The Robo-Milker 5000. Not everyone knows how to use one.” Gena winked. “I just call it the Robo-Milker 5000. I think it’s actually a BioDyne milk extractor model 507.”

“Can you show me?” Josie nervously eyed the contraption. With the stainless steel tubes, glass collection bottles, and padded straps and seat it was intimidating.

“Um…no. I’m not going to get on yours. We hucows are very protective of our milkers. They become very personal. You wouldn’t share your vibrator with just anyone would you? I mean, maybe your lover, but that’s about it, right?”

“Right,” Josie nervously agreed.

“So, you get on it like you’re riding a bicycle. Your feet go here, you sit here in the saddle, and you lean forward so the collection suction cups can reach your udders.”

Josie blinked. “My udders?”

Gena grinned; she was comfortable smashing human perceptions against hucow reality. “Well, you still have breasts, but they’re going to grow. Soon they’ll be as big as mine and then they won’t be human tits, they’ll be udders.”

“Okay…” It was all a little stranger than Josie wanted to think about. She allowed Gena to help her place her feet and adjusted the stirrups to a comfortable setting.

“You aren’t sitting on the saddle correctly,” Gena said grabbing the woman’s hips and tilting them forward while sliding her down the saddle. The position Gena forced her into was an obscene pose. Her thighs were spread apart her hips were tilted forward so that the entrance to her pussy was visible behind the saddle. The majority of her weight rested on her pubic bone while her clit was pressed against the firm but softly yielding surface of the saddle. When she shifted her weight she felt bumps and ridges built into the saddle rubbing against her clit.

“Ohhh.” It came out as more of a moan than she intended.

Gena’s grin didn’t abate. She loved seeing a hucow-to-be learning how to use a milker for the first time. It was almost as exciting as seeing her with a bull for the first time “That’s right, you ride it like a bike or motorcycle. And you’re already figured out the saddle is ribbed for your pleasure. It also vibrates and massages.” She flicked a switch on one of the handgrips. A wave of pleasure rode through Josie’s body, starting at her pussy and emanating outward.

“Oh fuck…” Josie cursed.

“No, not yet. But soon, if you want.” She laughed lightly at her joke as she moved Josie’s hands to the correct position on the grips. “This is all about pleasure. The happier the hucow is the better and sweeter milk she produces.”

“Uh-huh.” It was hard to understand everything Gena was saying because her clit was being directly massaged.

“Just remember the milker isn’t just for getting yourself off. You’re supposed to actually produce milk as well. You won’t produce anything right away; it’ll take a bit of time.”

“Right,” Josie vaguely agreed. She was unable to focus being too distracted by the vibrator.

“Vibrator controls are on the left grip, pump controls are on the right. You can figure out what you like later on.” She reached over and switched off the vibrator. That caught Josie by surprise and she woke up out of her near-reverie unsatisfied.

“Let’s adjust your suction tubes and torso support next.” Gena raised up a triangular padded rest that fit between Gena’s breasts and extended down to her abdomen. “This is the standard size. You can request different sizes and shapes later on. There should be some samples in the closet.”

She forced Josie to lean forward into a forty five degree angle. The position was perfectly comfortable and when all was properly adjusted she brought up the suction tubes to that they precisely met Josie’s nipples. Her weight was now on the chest pad along with the knee and shin rests while she balanced on the saddle.

“You don’t have teats yet, but you will,” Gena said. “The hormones injections and the gene therapy you’ll be getting, combined with this little baby will turn those tiny little nipples into proper hucow teats.” Josie could tell Gena was being derisive, but she didn’t care. She had always been a bit proud of her small nipples. They were barely the same diameter as her pinky finger, tiny, with the areola perhaps twice that. They were tiny and perfect.

“Okay.”

Gena indicated the controls on the right grip. “On/off, speed, intensity. Just like a vibrator. Every hucow is different. You’ll figure out what’s best for you soon enough. Go ahead and turn it on.”

She stepped back and waited expectantly. This was the moment of truth. Gena could always tell when a good milker was brought into the fold and when they had one that was only going to be problems. Nervously Josie licked her lips and thumbed the power button. Immediately the pump came to life. Her breasts were already pressed up against the steel tubes with their rubber padded edges so they immediately latched on and she felt her little nipples being drawn forward almost to the point of pain, and then abruptly released. She let out a little gasp of surprise at the suction and then a little sigh of relief when it abated. A small smile pulled at Josie’s lips when the pump kicked in again. It was automatically set to the lowest setting of speed and intensity so as not to punish her tender flesh.

“Turn it up a bit,” Gena encouraged her. “Slowly and carefully, go right to the edge of pain.” Josie did as she was instructed finding a happy setting no more than a quarter of the way up the scale. “We need to run it for at least fifteen minutes. The clock started running the moment you signed your contract. You’ve got a month to start lactating otherwise you’re out on your skinny little ass.”

“Uh-huh.” Josie was too distracted by the spreading warmth of pleasure to fully concentrate on Gena’s words.

“Let me show you how the straps work.”

“Okay.” Pleasure made Josie agreeable.

Gena worked quickly to wrap fabric straps around Josie’s legs, thighs, waist and torso. When she started placing the straps around her forearms as they rested against the grips she asked, “What are those for? I can’t strap my own arms down.”

A broad smile crossed Gena’s face. “No, but a bull can do that for you. And trust me; you’ll probably want him to. Turn on the saddle vibrator,” she said.

Josie didn’t need to be told that twice. After she adjusted the speed and intensity to where she liked it, Josie came quick and hard, partly to her shame and partly to her relief. Once the orgasm had passed, she quickly turned off the vibrator and also switched off the pump that was pulling on her tits.

“You should let it go longer,” Gena pointed out. “You need to be pumped as long as possible to get your milk flowing.”

Ignoring Gena’s advice, Josie pulled her tits away from the suction cups with an audible release of air pressure. This left a red ring on them, a good distance away from the areola, but her nipples were swollen as well They throbbed painfully but Josie couldn’t deny there was a certain pleasure in the way her body had been used.

“I couldn’t last any longer,” she panted.

With a grimace of frustration, Gena shrugged. “I can only suggest what to do. I can’t make you follow it.” She went through the process of unstrapping Josie from the machine.

Guilt and shame started to wash over Josie. “I shouldn’t have done that,” she muttered.

“Well, it would have been better if you had gone longer, but you’ll get used to it soon enough.”

Josie covered her face with her hands and Gena worked on removing the straps from her legs. “No. I mean cum like that. I lost myself.”

The hucow managed to control herself for a minute but then her giggles overtook her restraint. “Well, I’d have cum a little harder and longer, but you’ll get used to that soon enough.”

“What…what do you mean?”

She stood the still uncertain woman up from the milker and said, “Come with me to my rooms. I have something to show you.” She grabbed Josie’s hand and started pulling her to the door.

“Wait, I need to put something on.”

Gena didn’t stop leading. “No, you don’t. You’ll see why soon enough. You’re wearing your pass pendants. That’s all you need.”

And so the hucow led her through the corridors of the residence. Most of the doors were closed, but a few were open. Sounds of life came from each one, but Gena didn’t slow down to let Josie peek in which was good because Josie was embarrassing to be running around completely naked. Luckily they didn’t come across anyone on their journey.

“Where is everyone?” Josie asked when they finally arrived at an elevator and got in. She was relieved at the small amount of privacy it afforded.

“Working. Most hucows have second jobs beyond just being milkers, you know.”

“What do they do?” In the back of her mind Josie knew this was the case, but to actually hear it from real hucow was to touch reality.

“Lots of us work for BioDyne and or their associated companies. Some hucows have jobs in the real world, mostly office work and mostly with open-minded companies. They don’t announce they’re hucows but most of those employers know, of course. You don’t get this kind of body naturally.” Gena laughed. “And with our large rumps and udders, we can’t do many physical jobs.”

“Right,” Josie agreed as the elevator doors opened at the top floor. Once more Gena led the way.

“A good number, not huge, but a good number of hucows do porn.”

“What?”

“Hucow porn. Oh come on, you’ve heard of it. Certainly you’ve seen it.”

Josie shook her head. “No. I mean, I’ve heard of it but I’ve never seen it. I don’t watch porn really all that much.”

A smile played at the corner of Gena’s mouth. “That might change. The hormones they give us really revs up the libido. Anyway, hucow porn is typical porn, but it features lots of milk spraying and mating with bulls. There’s lots of crossover stuff with regular human guys as well, you know, with a norm suddenly becoming a stud enough to satisfy a hucow, which can never happen of course, their things are too small. And of course, they typical trope of a nice human girl getting seduced to be a hucow. It doesn’t work that way, does it? To change to a hucow, you have to have the right genetics and be willing. No one gets seduced.”

“Right,” a wary Josie agreed. “Have you done…porn?”

Finally a flush of an embarrassed reaction came over Gena’s face. “Well, a few times when I first started out. You might be able to find my vids if you search long and hard enough.” She grinned. “But it wasn’t really my thing. Performing porn is all about being an exhibitionist which I’m not. I mean, I’m not overly shy, but I can’t scream look at me, look at me more than once. Having sex on camera is actually kind of boring because so much time is wasted setting up and getting the right lighting and camera angles. And it’s a tradeoff too. Those who want to see hucow porn want to see milk being sprayed all over the place. I can do that—and you’ll be able to do it too—but all that milk is wasted. We get paid by the ounce and fat content. Any milk wasted during sex and porn shoots is lost money.”

“But you get paid for the porn.”

Gena nodded. “True. But some of us become hucows because it’s a calling, proving the best milk for humanity since there really isn’t a good substitute.” It was obvious Gena believed strongly that being a hucow wasn’t just a job or some strange fate; it was a purpose in life for her. “Here we are.” They stopped at a door that clicked open when Gena stood in front of the scanner. Once inside Josie was delighted that Gena’s home was a huge apartment.

“Once you work here long enough, and you’re a good milker, and if you’re able to produce a high fat content, you can get one of the nice apartments.”

The space was easily twice what Josie had been assigned. It wasn’t a dorm room, it was a luxury apartment. The view of the rolling hills was incredible. The entire place was well-appointed and homey. And Josie didn’t see a BioDyne milk extractor anywhere.

“It’s gorgeous.”

“BioDyne gives bonuses to those who produce volume and fat, I’m good at both,” she said proudly. “I’m also a new hire counselor among other things.” She calmly unbuttoned her white dress and dropped it to the floor. Underneath she was naked but for the bell necklace. Her breasts were enormous, pendulous and hanging halfway down to her rounded tummy. They were swollen, engorged with milk, topped by large dark red areolas with nipples two inches long and thick as a man’s thumb.

Josie couldn’t help but let her eyes rake over Gena’s body. At the apex of her thick thighs she had a bushy tangle of dark brown pubic hair but even in the middle of that forest Josie could see an enlarged clitoris pushing out from the hucow’s pussy. “Follow me,” Gena said, turning around to display her ass which was huge as well, which Josie already knew, but when Gena walked it didn’t shake frightfully with mounds of fat, but rolled smoothly with firm muscles. She was gorgeous and sexy, with a figure not unlike the fetish that set too many freshman art history classes tittering, the Venus of Willendorf.

Willingly, mesmerized, Josie trailed Gena into a small room that contained her personal milk extractor. It was much like her own, slightly different and modified to accommodate Gena’s particular needs, the most obvious difference was that she had a monitor hanging on the wall presumably to watch entertainment while milking. The hucow eagerly scrambled up on the saddle and leaned into the chest pad.

Josie was standing behind her which afforded her a prime view of Gena’s pussy and she couldn’t help but stare at the hucow’s sex. “Sometimes I turn on something to watch,” Gena said, “but usually I get too distracted.” She turned on the saddle’s vibrator and the pump, placing her udders into the waiting suction cups. They grabbed on immediately and it took no time at all for her to let down and the milk to flow. It was easy to see the thin white milk flowing through the plastic tubes and down into the stainless steel collection tank. “Umm,” Gena groaned. “I’m not going to lie. Watching you getting milk for the first time and cumming…that got me going as well.” She wiggled her hips on the saddle and Josie caught the unmistakable scent of sex in the air. “It’ll probably take me half an hour to empty my udders.” She looked over her shoulder at Josie. “You can watch if you like.”

It was a performance Josie couldn’t have left. She was captivated through the long process. Gena came four times while on the saddle. Josie only came once from her busy fingers between her legs. If Gena knew she was masturbating, the hucow gave no indication. As it was, Gena’s eyes were closed through most of the process and the noise of the milker was enough to cover up Josie’s little moans of pleasure.

“How do you do it?” Josie asked. “You came four times. Is it like that every time you milk?”

“Sometimes more,” Gena said with a wink. She had already dismounted and was in the process of disconnecting the collection tank. “It’s important to send your tank to the collection room right away. They like to chill it, and of course measure volume and content.” She opened up a cabinet door. Inside was a pneumatic delivery tube. She slotted the collection tank in to the tube and sent it on its way with a push of a button. “Very efficient,” she said.

“Why did you show me that?” Josie asked. “I’m not a lesbian.”

“To show you how pleasurable it is to be a hucow. And you’ve only seen the beginning. Wait until you meet the bulls.”

 

 

Chapter Two

 

“I think you’ll want a quick tour and then we’ll eat at the dining hall.”

“Dining hall? Like in college?”

“Exactly like that,” Gena said. “Except better food. You can cook in your room, of course, but the meals here are exquisite. Everything you could possibly want and for free. Of course it’s all carefully monitored for nutritional value because BioDyne wants us producing as much milk as possible. Cooking at home is just for fun, a hobby; eating at the dining hall is where you’ll get most of your nutrition. And it is fucking incredible.”

Once more they ventured out into the hallway naked. This time there was a lot more activity and Josie