Katie wasn't exactly true to her word. She didn't immediately take Brielle back to the barn and give her milk or Theo's cock. Instead, Brielle had to wait in the orientation room for everyone else to come back, sign their own paperwork, don their own uniforms, and then they were trudging back across the property to a set of minibuses. They were all being taken home, Katie said, so they could gather whatever small necessities they would need to make their stall feel like home, explain their summer-long residential employment to their families, and then they could return back to the barn and officially begin their summers as hucows.
Brielle was rather impatient as she drove back with everyone, hardly able to tolerate the minutes that ticked by as they all took turns waiting at each other's houses. Each new hucow emerged with a small bag. Brielle wondered what they would even need. She didn't see the point. She planned to be milked and fucked and she didn't think she needed many home comforts for that.
The boy who had fucked her in the barn sat behind her for the whole journey, leaning forward to inhale her scent from her neck. He didn't say anything, and it mostly began to annoy her. Brielle didn't want his tiny dick anymore, she had bigger goals.
When it was Brielle's turn to gather her things, she was glad no one was home yet. It was almost 5:30 by this point, and she rushed through her room. She got out a small drawstring backpack and tore through her closet. She grabbed some underwear but skipped all her bras--she knew they might not ever fit again. Begrudgingly, Brielle grabbed small items like a toothbrush, a comb, and then paused. She truly couldn't think what else she might need, and then a thought struck her. She went into her parent's nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. If it occurred to her that it was a gross thing to take her parent's lube, she barely registered it. She knew she would need it if Theo was going to put anything else in her ass, and she wanted it just in case.
Brielle was halfway out her house and back to the minibus when a familiar car pulled into the driveway. She tried to jog back to the bus without him seeing, but her father called out after her before she got back in.
"Brielle? Honey, where are you going?"
"I got the job at the farm! They're going to throw in free housing since the work is so...tough!" she called back to him, trying not to make eye contact. "I'll call home when I can!"
She gave a cheerful wave and then hopped back in, hopeful she got by without her dad noticing her tits poking out through her dress.
As they drove away and back to the barn, Brielle finally started to relax. She still had the guy behind her breathing down her neck, but now that she knew she was going to get more milk, she leaned back and began pawing at her breasts and rubbing her clit. The sensations she got from rubbing her fingers over her most sensitive parts were heightened, and she knew it was all part of her transformation.
Her summer as a hucow was going to be great.
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John watched his daughter Brielle drive off down the road in farm's bus, not sure he believed his eyes.
When he told his wife about their daughter's summer job, he left some details out and created a few new ones to fill in some gaps. His wife might have thought it was a little strange, she might have worried, but he did a good job at masking the odd truth.
That night, as John fondled and sucked on his wife tits, as he pounded her pussy like he hadn't done in years, he thought of his daughter's enlarged breasts bouncing as she ran out of the house, her dark areolas showing through the sheer fabric. He didn't know what her summer employment entailed, but he knew something was up. As the sound of his wife's moans filled his ears--she hadn't been fucked like this in so long, she had no chance of keeping quiet--John became determined to find out.
