Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI

... to the herd.

Her horns were different from most cow girls. They were short and were coming out of the sides of her head just in front of her ears. They were slightly turned downwards and were more reminiscent of a pig’s tusks than a cow’s horns.

I could see her landing strip through the thin fabric of her tights and tank. It was a pale blonde that matched her hair.

But the most stunning part of her was her tummy. Extended out below her gigantic cow girl tits, her stomach did, indeed, look pregnant. Surprisingly, it was firm, it didn’t slosh, but there was clearly a lot of milk in there. Her big udders were pushed upwards and outwards by the bulb of milk in her abdomen so they jutted out even more than they did for a regular cow girl and stuck out a little to the outside.

“Why don’t you come on in,” Jenna said, gesturing us into the room. Five of us in the hotel room was a little crowded, but we made due.

“The deputy told me about what happened,” I began. “I am so sorry, that sounds inhumane.”

“It was, it was terrible,” Jenna said. “When you’re a cow girl, or a pig girl, you expect your bull to degrade you a little, it’s part of the fun. But you also get to set boundaries. If you tell your bull you can’t do something, they are supposed to back off. And you expect to be given a comfortable place to live, a good diet, mud for your skin, a loving herd. That farm we were at was just…ugh.” She shuddered. “But you’re not like that from what I understand, ...

... right?”

“No, not at all,” I said. “We work with wolves, and the law enforcement knows us. In fact they came to us for help with you guys. We want you to be a happy, milky cow...I mean pig girl.”

“I would love that. That’s why I became a pig girl. I want to be a little milky, chubby pig whore. I want a good bull to fuck me, I want lots of bull come inside me, and I want milk pouring from my tits, from my ass, from my cunt, from my mouth. And I want a nice mud sty to roll around in.” She rubbed her stomach. “I was pregnant once, and I loved it so much I wanted to feel that full tummy feeling all the time. I want huge bull cock sliding up against my big belly full of milk.”

She paused and sighed. “Is it okay if I ask a question?”

“Of course,” I said. “What do you want to know?”

“If I am going to join your farm, I need another one of the pig girls on your list to come with me.”

“Sure, we are meeting with all of them eventually, so they’ll all have the same choice as you.”

“But I want to know for sure she said yes. See, she’s my twin sister, her name is Olivia. Can we bring her in here too?”

I looked at Lyca, who shrugged, so I nodded. Jenna made a quick text on her cell phone and a few minutes later an identical pig girl was sitting next to her on the side of the hotel room bed.

We chatted with Olivia just as we had with Jenna. They both gave off a very positive vibe and were amenable to the arrangements that Lyca laid out. As we talked I kept feeling my eyes ...