Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue

... tits like Lyca’s and her betas, and her face had gone from the bimbo look to a more wolfen aquiline appearance. Her body was firm and lithe.

“Actually,” she said. “Suddenly I don’t mind the taste of that blood tincture. And I kind of like this new body...but not as much as I would like six big cow girl udders.”

Having seen how smoothly Lucy’s switch to wolfhood went, Alina and Angela opened their bottles and gulped down the blood potion. Alina gulped it down like her mother had, all at once, but Angela got halfway through and pulled back.

“Ugh...this is gross….” she cursed, before gulping down the rest. She coughed on a clot and for a moment I thought she was going to be sick, but then, like her mother and sister, she suddenly changed.

While this was going on, Bibi had moved to another chair in the center of the barn. She had her legs apart and her six udders dribbling milk. She pointed at Lucy and gestured towards her own cunt.

“I can see why someone might want to be a wolf,” Lucy said to the presiding wolf girl. “But it’s the cow’s life for me. Time for me to get my six big milky titties.” She knelt down between my grandmother’s thighs and started lapping at her thick cow lobes and asshole.

Not to be outdone, Alina went to work with a gusto on my mom’s cunt, looking to earn her cow girl horns back as quickly as possible. Next to her, her mother was already back to her full cow form. I grabbed Lucy by the horns and pulled her back. Sure enough, six big ...

... titties hung from beneath her chest.

Angela dove between Shawna’s thighs to transition back to cow-hood, and a moment later both my wife and my sister-in-law were back into cow form, but with six big, milky udders instead of two.

I thought the ceremony was mostly over at that point, except for me drilling whichever of these freshly six-titted cow sluts suited my fancy. Lucy and the other cow girls had some other ideas. They had a plastic bin with nipple rings out – big gold nipple rings – and were piercing their new tits themselves. There was very little blood and the huge rings went right through their big long nipples smoothly as could be, hanging down below and stretching the piercing hole wide open.

“What the fuck,” I mumbled, staring at them. “Are you piercing yourselves?”

“Yeah, we figured out we could do this at home and save the money,” my wife said, showing me her six big udders with huge gold rings hanging from the gaped nipples. “No muss, no fuss, and hotter than hell. You like?” She slipped a finger in one of the rings and used it to twist her nipple two or three rotations around. She pressed her hand against the breast and milk slipped from the twisted tit around the piercing.

“Oh god yeah,” I gasped, almost ready to come just from watching these girls. I grabbed my grandmother by her horns and pushed her down on all fours, forcing my throbbing, rock hard cock into her permanently gaping asshole, sliding my shaft in and out of her sphincter as I ...