Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts I - VI - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts I - VI

... became cows). Things seemed to be going well. We were sitting around that morning drinking our coffee sweetened with cow girl milk – the first morning of really relaxing since the whole cow thing began – when Angela spoke up.

“So, I think it’s time we talk tattoos and piercings,” she said. “We discussed the topic that first night, but it all got put aside as we got busy doing all the things we need to do. I think we’re in a good enough spot that we can do that today.”

“Yeah,” Lucy said. “I’ve been thinking about that too, and I’ve been doing some research about cow girls and piercings.”

“Really, what did you learn?” Alina asked.

“Cows and bulls heal fast, and that includes piercings,” her mother replied. “And they stay open really well, especially nipple piercings – the pumping keeps them open – it even stretches the holes out some.”

Lucy pulled her phone out and showed us all some photos on the internet.

“Wow,” Angela said. “I want some big gold rings hanging from my big milky tits. In fact look at that photo…” she pointed to one of the pics on Lucy’s phone “...that girl’s nips are standing straight up even though she’s got a heavy ring hanging on them – and it’s stretching out her piercing hole. Wow, that’s fucking hot.”

“I want nipple rings big enough to hang drapery on,” my mother-in-law murmured, her eyes wide and face flushed as she looked at the photos.

“You know, if we heal that well, once we get the piercings done, we can swap in and out all ...

... kind of weird shit,” Alina said. “We just need the hardware, then we can take them in and out ourselves.”

“What about tattoos, do they similarly heal well?” I asked.

“According to this, yes,” my wife said. “This whole thing looks pretty painless for cows.”

After breakfast and the morning milking – during which my wife did some researching of local tattoo parlors – the cows all piled in the car and headed to the best-rated local tattoo & piercing palace Alina could find. I hung around the farm doing some chores, doing some finishing touches on some of the barn renovations, and other stuff.

Around noon I got a call from my mom. We talked for a bit, mostly just run of the mill stuff, but one exchange stuck in my head. It went something like this:

Me: “I’ve been going a little hard on Lucy. I know she’s the mastermind of this whole plot, and I know she pressured you. But at some point I’m going to have to just let her be one of the cows.”

Mom: “Along those lines, I had a conversation with my mom – your grandmother – the other day. She said something that I am still having trouble interpreting.”

Me: “Really? What?”

Mom: “I told her about you and the whole cow thing, and how it all went down. When I was done, she said ‘Glad that bitch finally went through with it.’”

Me: “What was that supposed to mean?”

Mom: [sighed] “I tried to probe her a little and got mostly cryptic replies. You know your grandmother always hated that you were so weak-willed. Based ...