Breeding Time at the Hucow Farm Ch. 06

I slapped a mosquito on my arm. It was so dark I could barely see the way. Campfires crackling in front of tents acted as lights that guided me toward the shower block.

We had been here for a few days, sweating in the summer heat while my parents praised the joys of camping. We had left the moment school holidays began, piling into the car and driving 4 hours to get here. My sister, Chloe, had complained the whole way, and even after arriving here. Though by the second day she had made friends with some of the kids in the next row of campsites, then pissed them off the next day. One of the parents came to complain that she had squirted a water soaker into their tent. Her only explanation was that it was in retaliation to a prank they had pulled on her. I was told to keep an eye on her from then on.

I sighed. I wanted to go home.

I entered the shower block. It was empty now. The first few nights I had come just after sundown and it had been packed. I had waited at least twenty minutes before there was even a free shower stall for me. Tonight I had waited until it was late before heading over. Now I had my pick of any stall.

I stepped into a stall and closed the door. The lock was sticky, but I finally got it to click. I tied my hair up and pulled my dress and underwear off, dumping them on the little shelf near the door. Voices floated around the shower block as I approached the shower and played with the handles. Some kids shouting loudly. Why were they running around so late?

The water shot out of the showerhead. Cold as ice. I stepped back, hugging myself until the hot water came through. It felt great to finally step into the warm water and wash away the dirt from the day. I was majorly missing my nice clean room back home and we'd still be out here for another few days.

I turned under the water, washing over my shoulders. As I turned back I froze. A boy was staring back at me as he wedged himself under the stall door. His hand was reached up and grasping my pile of clothes.

I let out a scream, torn between hiding myself and stopping him. He yanked my clothes and towel off the shelf and shouted to someone else. He disappeared back under the door as someone pulled him out. Whooping and hollering followed as footsteps exited the shower block.

'Nooo!'

I wrestled with the lock and eventually pulled the stall door open. The room was empty. I could hear them running away along the dirt road. I definitely heard the word 'Chloe' among their shouting.

I closed the stall door and slumped down onto the now-empty clothes shelf. Tears pooled in my eyes. I didn't know what to do. The timer on the shower expired and the water shut off, leaving me shivering and naked.

I didn't know how to call for mum or dad to come bring me some clothes. Would anyone else be coming for a shower at this time of night? Even if they did, could I describe which tent they would have to go to to get my parents? In the dark as well.

It was the only hope I had.

I sat and waited, wondering if the kids would maybe bring my clothes back. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen. I heard people over at the toilets. Maybe I could yell to them. Twenty minutes passed. I had hoped that mum and dad would come looking for me, but I had rebuked them questioning me the other night by telling them that the line was long. How long had I been last night? Would they come looking for me around then?

As the minutes crept by and my tears dried, I came up with a new plan. It had been so dark coming here. Maybe I could sneak back to the tent without anyone seeing me. I could head down to the creek and follow it along to where our tent was, out of sight. It was something. It sure beat sitting here shivering. I was really starting to get cold. I needed to get back to the tent and wrap something warm around me.

I looked down at my naked body. My small budding breasts. My... lower region all exposed. I was already embarrassed at the thought of going out there naked, but I had to do something.

I slowly pushed the stall door open. Okay, first step. I crept out of the stall and stood in the empty room. My heart was beating like mad, but here I was, naked in the open. It wasn't too bad. Walking back to the tent shouldn't be much worse than this, right? It was all in my head.

I steadied my breathing. I was going to kill Chloe when I got back.

I crept over to the doorway and peeked out. There was no one around, but there was another problem that I hadn't thought of. Lights shone around the door of the shower block. I would have to sprint out of here to reach the darkness.

This was it. I took a deep breath before dashing out of the shower block. I ran, closing my eyes to try and block this whole situation from myself. I headed for the creek. Sharp pain met my feet as I stepped on rocks or spiky weeds, but I didn't stop.

Suddenly my foot slipped out from under me on the wet grass. I slammed down onto the ground with the wind knocked out of me.

I groaned, rolling over. The tears were back.

'Wha- Oh my God!'

My heart stopped. I blinked up to see a woman walking over to me.

'What are you doing?! Where are your parents?'

The tears spilled down my cheeks as I tried to cover my nakedness.

No. No. No. This wasn't happening.

I cried, curled up naked on the grass as more people poked their heads around their tents to see what had caused the commotion. I had never been more embarrassed in my life.

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The car jostled, stirring me from my sleep. We were driving through the countryside as the sun hung low in the sky. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.

I blinked against the bright light in my eyes. How I had slept with that, I'd never know.

I had been dreaming about that camping trip all those years ago. The painful feeling it brought still lingered after waking up.

I stretched and rubbed my hand over my large, pregnant belly. I mentally reassured my baby that mummy was awake.

'Have a nice sleep?'

Chloe smirked at me from the driver seat.

'I should have gotten into the back so I could lay down.'

'You know you weren't supposed to fall asleep at all. What happens if I get lost?'

'I trust you to find your way.'

'I was thinking of finding my way to a truck stop for some afternoon tea, but there's nothing out here.'

There was a tightness in my chest. I cupped my big udders under my loose dress. They were firm. I'd need to milk myself soon.

Chloe noticed.

'I know, I need to milk myself too. We might have to pull over somewhere. We're still an hour or two from the farm.'

Chloe had hiked her dress all the way up past her chest, letting her pale belly and udders hang free. In the afternoon sun I could clearly make out all the veins that ran down her udders, hinting at how full she was.

'You shouldn't drive so exposed. What if someone sees you?'

'We've barely passed any cars out here, it's fine.'

I rubbed my sore udders once more.

'I might be able to wait the hour. I don't want to just throw my milk away on the side of the road.'

I was mostly just thinking of the joys of the milking machine when we got back. We had gone to visit our parents for the week. They had bought a small milking machine as a curtesy to us, but it was nowhere near as good as the ones we had at the farm. Mostly due to it just being some milking pumps. Obviously our parents hadn't given any thought to getting one designed for pleasure. Chloe had thought to pack a dildo, so we both had to take turns with it when we milked ourselves. '

I pulled at my dress. I was looking forward to getting this off. A week of trying to be modest had tortured my poor teats and clit with the constant friction of fabric against them. Hucows weren't meant to wear clothes.

Chloe leaned over to the radio.

'So now that you're up, what do you want to listen to?'

'I don't care.'

'A lot of the stations are staticky out here, but I'm sure there's something good.'

She started spinning through the dial and pressing buttons. A loud thunk made me jump. Chloe shot up and grabbed the wheel with both hands.

'What was that?'

'I don't know, what did you do?'

'Me? I didn't do that!'

'You were pressing buttons!'

'Radio buttons! That sounded bigger than that.'

Smoke began to come from under the bonnet. Chloe pulled over onto the side of the road and turned the car off.

'What's wrong with it?'

'I don't know.'

She tried turning the key to start it back up.

'Stop. Don't break it more.'

'We can't just sit here.'

She turned the key again, causing the engine to sound like it was rattling around.

'Stop! What if it blows up or something?

'It won't... wait, could it blow up?'

'It could if it's on fire!'

'It's not on fire.'

'But there's smoke!'

We both got out of the car. Chloe pulled her dress back down over her body. She tried to touch the bonnet, but recoiled, sucking her fingers.

'It's hot!'

'Of course it is.'

'What do we do?'

I looked around. There was a small farmhouse on the hill not far away.

'Let's go ask for help.'

'But... what if they're like... serial killers or something?'

'I doubt that.'

'You never know.'

'Come on. I want to get home as soon as possible to have my milking.'

I rubbed my belly and made my way down the road toward the house. The road was warm beneath my bare feet. I wore a dress for modesty among regular humans, but I could still enjoy the feel of the earth beneath my feet without many strange looks.

We both approached the driveway and headed down it. It was the longest driveway I had ever seen. Dirt and rocks scratched at my feet as we climbed up it. My udders swung with each laboured step.

'Look, piggies!'

Chloe pointed to a paddock next to the driveway. Some of the pigs watched us curiously.

As we approached the house, a middle aged man in a flannel shirt stepped out of a tool shed and waved to us.

'Hey strangers. Can I help you?'

'Our car broke down just over there.'

I pointed to our car sitting on the side of the road. Even from here, the smoke from the bonnet was visible.

'Oh! Well she doesn't look good, does she?'

'We were wondering if you could help us.'

'Be happy to. Wait here while I bring the car around.'

He walked back toward the house. A few moments later he drove up to us in a flat back truck.

'Hop in.'

Chloe and I climbed up into it and he drove back down the driveway. I hadn't noticed how bumpy it was as we walked up it, but the experience of driving down it was far worse. My udders bounced beneath my dress with every bump. Surprisingly, he barely even seemed to notice them.

'I didn't think it'd be fair to ask you ladies to walk back down when you're both with child. You both hucows?'

'Yes we are.'

'Of course you are. Who could miss that. How long have you been doing that?'

'A few years now.'

'Ah, you're still pretty new to it then. So what brings you out here so far from the city?'

'We were visiting our parents.'

'They live around these parts?'

'No. Further west.'

'Ah. That's a shame. Would have been nice to know of some locals with hucow family. There aren't enough out here.'

He pulled up in front of our car and we all got out.

'Right, let's see what's wrong with her.'

He opened the bonnet with a rag and looked inside. After a while of poking around he retrieved a flashlight from his truck and went back to inspecting.

'Oh yeah, I think I see it.'

I leaned over, having to hold my udders back so they didn't swing down into the engine bay. He pointed the flashlight down between two parts.

'See that?'

'What?'

'On the left. See where the metal is sheared off. There should be a bolt there. I bet if you go back up the road half a kilometre you'll find it.'

'So we just need a new bolt?'

He laughed.

'Yes and no. There's nothing left to attach the bolt to. You'll need a whole new part.'

He closed the bonnet and walked back around to his truck.

'When did you last get it serviced?'

'I don't know. A while ago. We don't drive much.'

'Well even then, this sort of thing doesn't happen overnight. Next time you see your mechanic, tell him he's a joke.'

He fiddled with the back of his truck and pulled a cable out.

'I'll tow you back to the house. My mechanic will be open tomorrow. I'll give you a lift into town.'

Chloe spoke up.

'So we won't be able to get home tonight?'

'This car's not going anywhere. You'll cook your engine. We've got a spare room you can stay the night in.'

He secured the tow cable and instructed Chloe to steer the car as he pulled it. I got back into the truck with him and we slowly drove back to the farmhouse. The pressure in my udders was suddenly more prominent with the realisation that I wouldn't get home to my milker.

'I'm sure my missus will be happy to have you two stay for dinner. She'll love having a chance to talk to you two hucows. I'm Arthur, by the way.'

'Jessica.'

The truck bounced its way back up the uneven driveway. I wondered what it was like for Chloe in our more modern car as my udders bounced around painfully. Surely the suspension was better.

The sun was beginning to fall behind the mountains, painting the sky a wash of purples and oranges as we got out of the truck and detached the car. Arthur excused himself as he drove the truck back around to the garage.

'Hello, what's this? Car trouble?'

I looked up at the new voice only to be stunned at the speaker.

A naked woman stood there with massive breasts. No, surely not breasts at that size. They had to be udders. Looking down at her crotch confirmed it. Among her mess of pubic hair was the identifiable cherry-sized, hucow clit. It spread the top of her lips apart as it stuck out, swollen and glistening in the fading light. Her curly blonde hair spilled down her shoulders.

What was a hucow doing all the way out here?

'Yeah... we... You're a hucow.'

She smiled.

'I am.'

Arthur hurried back around to where we were.

'Ah, good. Sweetie, let me introduce you to Jessica and her sister Chloe. Two hucows from the city. Some city mechanic with not enough grease under his nails thought a bolt about to shear itself off looked fine, so I'll drive them into town tomorrow. Get a real mechanic onto it.'

'My, my. I haven't seen hucows around here for quite a while. What are you two doing wearing those things? Aren't you uncomfortable? Take them off. C'mon, off! This old brute won't mind.'

I hesitated. I did want to get this dress off, but in front of some strangers I'd just met?

Chloe didn't have the same apprehension. She whipped the dress over her head and let her udders swing free.

'Ah! That feels so much better!'

The woman eyed her pregnant belly. She didn't look pregnant herself. I wondered if she had recently given birth. Her mouth seemed to hang open a bit as she gazed at the full and fertile curve of Chloe's belly.

I grabbed the hem of my dress and after a brief pause, pulled it off too. The constant friction of the dress on my teats disappeared and they were greeted with the cool embrace of the evening air. A tingle ran through my clit at the feeling of being naked once more. The thick ring through it stood out prominently under my own pregnant belly.

The woman smiled at the both of us.

'There, that's much better isn't it? Please, come inside!'

We followed her into the cool interior of the house. She offered us a seat in the living room while she prepared some tea.

I was grateful to accept. Despite only having been on my feet for so little, they were killing me. Chloe flopped down beside me, looking like she felt the same. My pregnancy was further along than hers, however, I still knew how heavy a belly that size could be.

The woman returned with a tray and sat down with us. Arthur excused himself, saying he needed a shower after working.

We were now alone with this strange middle aged hucow. Chloe seemed even more eager than me to find everything out about her.

'How come you're not at a dairy farm?'

'Chloe! Be a little politer!'

The woman laughed.

'I left my farm a long, long time ago. I preferred living out here.'

She took a sip of her tea.

'I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Maybelle.'

'Thank you for letting us stay here. You have a lovely home.'

'The place has become a mess recently, but I do love how picturesque it is out here. That's why I left.'

She set her teacup down before explaining further.

'I grew up around here. Small town life. After I graduated, I heard about hucow farms becoming a thing and decided to look into it. I'm sure I don't need to explain too much for you girls, as you probably felt the same way, but the prospect of becoming a hucow was too good to pass up. I got my injections and began living at the farm. Once I had become a full hucow, I was bred by a bull and started my new life. However, as my baby grew, I found myself getting homesick.'

'It didn't go away, not even after getting fucked and handed around endlessly by the bulls. As much as I loved that life, I wanted to come back here. I asked if there was a dairy farm nearby, but there wasn't. Still isn't. I think giving birth was the final push for me. I didn't want my baby to go and be raised in the nursery while I was bred again. I wanted to keep him. So I ended my residency at the farm and brought my baby back out here. I met Arthur not long after moving back.'

Chloe leaned forward.

'So he's not a bull too?'

Maybelle laughed.

'No. You couldn't tell? I felt like I was good at that back in the day. Now I haven't seen a bull for so long I don't know if I would be able to. But it was always a feeling I got when around one. They said it was the pheromones. Maybe.'

Footsteps came down the stairs. I expected to see Arthur, but another young man appeared.

'This is my son. Joshua, meet Jessica and Chloe. They'll be staying the night with us.'

He gave a wave to us before excusing himself to the kitchen. I looked between Maybelle and her son. He didn't seem to bat an eye. Once he left, I leaned in to whisper.

'Isn't it awkward for him to see you naked?'

Maybelle laughed.

'Of course not. He's always known that I'm a hucow and what that entails.'

I thought about how after a while mum and dad began to get used to Chloe always being naked after she became a hucow. I guess that hadn't seemed too weird to me. This wasn't much different.

'So do your other children live here too?'

Maybelle looked at me with confusion.

'I don't have any other children.'

I looked at her belly before exchanging glances with Chloe.

'How long ago did you become a hucow?'

'About twenty years ago.'

Our jaws dropped.

'And you've only been bred once in that time?'

'Yes. That must seem alien to you girls, I can guess you're both regularly bred. However, I only have one. Arthur and I have tried for a child, but human sperm is just unable to pierce hucow eggs.'

'B-but what about your heats?'

'Oh, those. I just have a very horny week. I've gotten used to it by now.

Chloe was still staring agape.

'Wow... twenty years of heats. How were you able to do that? I can't last one day!'

'Like I said, it's not all celibacy. We just have a lot of sex and eventually the heat goes away. I don't know if trying to be bred by Arthur and being unable to tricks my body to make it easier or harder to get through it.'

Chloe was still mouthing wow. Maybelle had moved her hand between her legs and ran a finger up the folds of her pussy lips before tracing over the bulbous shape of her clit.

'I'd better start preparing dinner before all this talk of heats and sex gets me too horny. If you girls want to take your bags up to your room, it's the first door on the left upstairs.'

She set her teacup down and headed into the kitchen. We finished our tea before bringing our bags up to the room. It was small, but cosy. The window looked out over a field of sheep that stood out like lights in the growing dusk.