It was by no means an uncommon thing to see a hucow out in public, yet I always found myself staring whenever I found one. The way her huge breasts were constrained beneath her shirt and the curve of her wide hips were enthralling. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could even see a small stain of milk leaking from her outlined nipples.
'Quit staring,' Jessica chided me.
I snapped back to reality and looked across the table at her. She sat next to her boyfriend, Mark, glaring at me. Once again I was the third wheel on another day out with them.
'I wasn't-,' I started.
'You were,' she said, turning her head to look at the buxom hucow ordering at the counter of the café. 'I can't imagine many men that don't stare at her everywhere she goes. Her breasts are so... obscenely big.'
'Ethan's always been a boobs kind of guy,' Mark said turning back around in his seat from the hucow to face me. 'I'm sure he likes them that big.'
I shrugged while continuing to watch the hucow. 'Yeah, she's pretty hot.
Jessica rolled her eyes as I watched the hucow thank the waitress and go take a seat at a table. She took care as she sat down to let her large breasts rest on the table before her. She looked up and caught me watching her, though before I had a chance to react she glanced away with a bored expression.
I considered myself to be rather good looking; I had never had any trouble with women in the past. Though, when it came to Hucows, they never gave me a second glance. I wasn't sure if it was that lack of interest that made them seem so beautiful to me, or if it was just an exoticness that I was yet to try. Mark was right on the money, they were definitely my type of girl.
Hucows hadn't always been the suppliers of milk the world over. There had once been animals named cows, which of course their name came from, that produced milk. I had only ever seen one when I was very young, the disease began spreading when I was about seven, I think. It spread throughout all cows and despite the best efforts of scientists to find a cure, they went extinct. There was still goat milk, but since it wasn't ready for mass production, a natural foods group took advantage of the opportunity and pushed for human milk. Once they proved that they had the means to produce high enough quantities, and that human milk had greater health benefits, it was soon endorsed and the hucow industry began to grow.
'Have you ever been inside
the
dairy farm
downtown?' Mark asked.
The
dairy farm
didn't look anything like a traditional farm. It only took the name due to its purpose. It was a large building, like any other downtown, that the hucows lived and worked in.
'I hear they're all nudists there,' Jessica said. 'That they just wear clothes when they come outside.'
I looked over at the hucow again. That shirt did look pretty tight over her breasts. I could understand her going topless at
the
dairy farm
. I could feel my heartrate quicken at the thought of hundreds of topless hucows going about their day with their large exposed breasts hanging before them.
'Perhaps you should get a job down there, man,' Mark said, causing me to panic a bit wondering what expression had just been on my face during that thought. 'You might get a girlfriend out of it.'
'I do just fine with girls,' I said, recomposing myself.
'How long has it been since your last girlfriend?'
'I don't know, man. Close to a year, I guess?'
Mark shook his head with a laugh. 'Too long. Way too long, man. I think you'd benefit from a trip down there. Just, you know, see if they need another janitor, or something. Get to know some of the girls and see if any catch your interest.'
'Yeah sure, whatever, dude,' I chuckled. Though Mark's advice stuck in the back of my mind for the rest of the day. By that night I was very curious about the idea. Images of the hucow from the café filled my mind as I grabbed my laptop and searched for
the
dairy farm.
I soon found their site, and after some navigating through pages of sunny green hills and smiling (and I should frustratingly add) clothed hucows, I finally found what I was looking for. A notice of who they were looking to hire. Despite the obvious application for hucows, there was a notice that were looking for male workers to help 'keep the hucows satisfied and in high spirits for better milk production.'
I studied the notice for a while, reading over every word with curiosity. What did that involve? Whatever it was, it would surely give me the chance to meet some of the hucows, something I was very excited to do, so it didn't really matter what the finer details were.
I closed down the laptop and set it aside for the night, determined to give the position a try.
~
I stepped through the front doors and into the cool foyer of the building. A women sat behind the reception desk, the only person in sight.
'Hi! How can I help you?' she asked as I stepped sheepishly toward the desk. As I drew closer I noticed that her breasts were small beneath her blouse. She must not be a hucow.
'Hey... I saw you had an ad on your site...'
'For the male position?' she asked, pressing a button on the phone.
'Yeah...' I said, watching the phone, expecting someone to ring back.
'Great! Please grab a seat and Violet will be with you shortly to give you a tour and explain what the position will entail.'
'Okay, sure,' I said, feeling a bit more confident about the situation. The one worry I had was that they would sit me down in an interview before I even knew what I was applying for. A tour of the building was just icing on the cake.
It wasn't too long before Violet came to greet me. My eyes went wide as I looked up from my phone to see a naked hucow standing before me holding a clipboard. She had dark, shoulder length hair and looked to be in her thirties. Her large breasts hung down past her navel, ending in a large nipple, almost the size of a cocktail sausage.
She smiled at my reaction and cupped one of her breasts. The fat nipple stuck out between her fingers. 'First time at
the dairy farm
?'
'Uh... yeah,' I said, feeling my face flush as I adjusted my gaze.