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Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm

... attached. Tiffany watched in horror as her milk ran up the two tubes and disappeared through the wall. “Your milk will be bottled and sold. No one will come to visit you. No one will suck on those luscious tits again. You will stay here until you die.” He closed the door and locked it, leaving her alone in the dark.

THE END

BOOK SIX: THE NEW COW

One year later…

Rachel held her neatly typed resume in her shaking hands and handed it to the guy wearing the cowboy hat behind the counter. “So what makes you want to work at Hucow Fun Farm?” he asked, sounding like a hillbilly.

Rachel played with her hands nervously. “Well as you can see,” she said pointing to her resume, “I just graduated College and am looking for a new opportunity in a thriving business. Somewhere I can start at the bottom and work my way to the top.”

The cowboy looked at her resume and then to her breasts. He nodded and looked up to her face. Rachel crossed her arms, hiding her voluptuous chest. “As you can see,” she continued, “I was top of my class. I was an honor student, President of the debate club and I volunteered in an animal shelter.”

“Have you ever been pregnant?” he asked.

Rachel jerked her head back in surprise. “Uh, no…” she stammered. “That’s not really appropriate to-”

“Wait here,” he said, interrupting her and stood up. “I’ll get the manager Mike.” He disappeared into the back. Rachel looked around the lobby quickly: Empty milk jugs for sale, breast pumping machines ...

... on special, an old cash register and some cheap plastic chairs.

She glanced at the closed drawer behind the reception desk and wondered if she had time to search through it. Rachel was here to find information on her cousin, Tiffany, who disappeared over a year ago. She went missing and her last known location was the Hucow Fun Farm. The police who inspected this place always came back telling her that it was legit and that they weren’t involved. She had her doubts though. Their uniforms were always ruffled and wet when they met her in the parking lot after their so-called investigation. One officer even had his zipper undone and a creamy, milk mustache. She wasn’t buying their story. This place was involved in her older cousin’s disappearance and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

The manager came out and offered his hand. “Hi I’m Mike,” he said.

“Rachel,” she replied, shaking his hand. His eyes immediately dropped to her large rack spilling out of her tight shirt.

“So you’re looking for a job?” he said. Glancing from her eyes down to her huge breasts. “Well you came to the right place. When can you start?”

Rachel did a double take. “Don’t you want to look at my resume first?”

Mike handed it back to the cowboy. “No Flea here told me about your experience.” He glanced back down at her bountiful cleavage. “I’ve seen enough. You’re hired.”

“So what do I have to do?” she asked shocked. She hadn’t expected it to be this easy. She was expecting a lot of ...