Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm - Sex Stories

Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm

Whucow Tales - Tiffany at the Hucow Fun Farm or how Hucows are recruited.

Unable to find a job and drowning in student loans, Tiffany takes a job at the Hucow Fun Farm without realizing exactly what a Hucow is until she is one

BOOK ONE

“I’m so happy that you decided to come and work here at Hucow Fun farm,” Tiffany’s new boss, Mike, said as he was about to show her around the premises.

“Thanks for hiring me,” she said with a smile, brushing her long, brown hair behind her ear. “But can I ask you something? What does Hucow mean?”

He grinned and put a hand on her slender hips. “You’ll find that out soon enough. I’ll show you where you’ll be working.”

Tiffany followed Mike out of his office. She watched his ass as he stepped in front of her. He had thick biceps and a muscular chest and was really fucking hot. Her young pussy clenched as he turned and smiled at her.

Tiffany was so thankful for the job. She graduated college with a sea of student loan debts and she couldn’t find a job in her field anywhere. She had found an advertisement that Hucow Fun Farm was hiring and decided to apply. She had the interview three days ago and Mike hired her on the spot. Every time that she asked Mike what she would be doing he would just glance at her breasts and change the subject. Whatever, she thought. It pays a lot. It can’t be that bad.

“Have you been taking the pills that I gave you?” Mike asked. He had given her pills to take twice a day after he hired her three ...

... days ago. He had told her that they were to prevent an allergic reaction to the hay at Hucow Fun Farm but Tiffany wasn’t so sure. The label was crossed out with a black marker but Tiffany read Lactation Hormones under the thick, black line when she held it up to the light. And since she started taking it three days ago, weird things were happening to her breasts. They were growing massive and her nipples would throb and ache all day. And it seemed to be getting worse as time went on. They needed release or attention in some way, but Tiffany didn’t know how to offer it to them.

“Yes I’ve been taking the pills twice a day,” she said to Mike as he guided her outside. He glanced down at her huge, aching tits and nodded in approval. They were pouring out of her tight yellow shirt. She always had nice boobs but in the past few days they were gigantic. They would pop out of every shirt that she owned and they would pull up her shirt and expose her toned, smooth, stomach underneath. “Do I have to keep taking them?” she asked. “I’ve never been allergic to hay before.”

Mike clasped his hands together and glanced down at her cleavage spilling out of her tiny shirt. “Yes,” he said. “Twice a day.” He put his hands on her shoulders and her big breasts jiggled. She swallowed a moan as her full jugs ached with the movement. “If you want to get paid it is imperative that you take those pills.”

“Okay I will,” Tiffany said. She really needed the money. Plus she was starting to get used ...