I’m one of twelve hucows on the farm. I’m busty and curved in all the right places. My udders are massive and my nipples are always pebbled, bordered by my large pink areolas. I have a bubble ass and a long tail that protrudes out from the very top of my butt cheeks. My hips are wide and voluptuous, ideal for breeding. I have the face of a human, but instead of human ears I have spotted cow ears and a pair of short horns that barely jut out from the peak of my long blonde hair.

I am a human milk machine.

Today I must be inseminated again, so my body will keep producing milk. My last offspring won’t even be sold at auction for another six months, but to keep my dry period minimal The Farmer will impregnate me again while I’m still nursing.

The Farmer’s son comes to fetch me from the stable. He puts me in a ball gag and clips a leash to the loop on my collar to lead me to the breeding barn. I know I will be taking two cocks today: The Farmer’s and his son’s. Both men will pump me full of cum, over and over, until they’re satisfied that I’ll become pregnant.

I’m ovulating. My blood is rushing with hormones that constantly scream at me to breed, urging me to find as many cocks as I can to spill their seed inside of me. So, I’m excited as The Farmer’s son guides me along, knowing that my aching cunt will soon be filled. I’m whimpering around the gag in my mouth, disoriented by my need which was only crescendoing, because as I would crawl, my pussy lips would rub together, creating the most delectable friction.

“You’re all alright, Molly,” The Farmer’s son would croon in response to all my mewling. “You’ll have a cock in ya, soon enough.”

After we arrive at the barn, no time would be wasted. The Farmer would already have been waiting for us, his shirt off, muscles glistening with the sweat from a hard day’s work. He’d be older, but handsome, still chiseled and tight even though his hair was streaked almost entirely gray.