During the next few weeks he got used to the workings of the farm. It wasn't all fucking day in and day out - far from it. There were other tasks to perform on Brighton Farms, tasks that required his enhanced strength and stamina. New tanks had to be installed, old ones maintained. Food came in daily from the farms surrounding Brighton (normal farms, without any hucows on them) and it had to be carried into the kitchen and prepared. Roofs needed repairing, walls had to be plastered - there were a million and one things that required his attention. Kyle tried his best to help out wherever he was needed. He didn't want to slack when they were paying his salary and besides...the stern Jack Bennett didn't seem like a man one wanted to cross.
The changes in his body continued apace as well. He made regular visits to the farm doctors, who were pleased by his progress - apparently he was responding to the injections a lot better than most. Day by day his strength and muscle mass (and appetite! he was glad food was provided...) increased, with him growing rugged and muscled. He started to grow more hair on his chest and head, which the doctor's assured him was a completely normal side effect. He felt fitter and better than he ever had in his life...hornier, too. His penis had continued to grow a little, and this time it was his testicles that hit a growth spurt. Well, he supposed that all that sperm he was shooting into the hucows had to come from somewhere...
It boggled the mind a bit though. He had never ever thought about being a father, and here he was prepared to impregnate females as part of his job. The doctors told him that hucows were generally not fertile until they went into heat, in which case almost any bull could get them pregnant. There was no strict schedule or roster for breeding - with the increased libidos that both hucows and bulls had, it would have been pointless.
He never saw Sylvie again - as a nurse, she worked in a different department - but he did come into contact with Maria on more than one occasion. He milked here a few more times - a pleasant occasion for the both of them - and she introduced him to the father of her current child, another bull named Jason. At first apprehensive about meeting him - what would he say? Would Jason get angry that he milked his lover? - Kyle found that he had nothing to worry about. Jason turned out to be a jovial gentleman who was even taller than Kyle and who brushed away all the latter's protestations and apologies with a hearty pat on the back.
"Think nothing of it, Kyle my boy! We're all friends here on the farm. It's good that you and Maria get along so well. She can be quite a handful in the milking room, what with the size of the breasts on her! They're quite a handful aren't they?" he said with a wink. Kyle had to agree.
The three of them had lunch together, and Kyle had a chance to ask Maria and Jason - who were obviously more experienced that he was - about the dynamics of hucow/bull interactions on the farm. Did anyone get jealous? Who milked who? Did pregnancies happen all the time?
The first question made the duo laugh out loud when they heard it. "The rules are different on the farm, Kyle" said Maria. "When one of us goes into heat...well, it's basically first come first serve! Jealously is a purely human concept. We mate with whoever we happen to be with at that time. But we can still be friends before and after!"
"Milking does have a certain schedule." added Jason. "But that's for the farm to decide. No jealousy here either - I'm happy you did such a good job with Maria!"
"Hucows tend to get pregnant more easily when they are in heat" added Maria "Which your doctors may have told you. But pregnancies are encouraged all the time. It means more milk, and more hucows, both of which we need more of!"
It took a while for Kyle to digest all this information, but he took it all in stride. Having women passed around in common was hardly more surprising than being turned into a
barrel-chested breeder for busty half human half cow women...as long as it was all for good, and everyone was happy and having fun, who was he to complain? It beat unemployment any day, that was for sure.
He slowly got to know the other hucows on the compound. They came from all races and walks of life, each with different reasons to be at Brighton Farms. More than one had signed up for the exact same reasons he had - the bad economy. They had to deal with the social stigma that came with their life decision ("you're a WHAT now?") as well as the fact that there was no going back - the hucow injection was irreversible. But most of them liked it here.
There was Tara, a bubbly twenty-something who said that she'd always wanted to work on a farm...but never thought it'd be like THIS! Lisa, a divorcee who wanted a fresh start - "I had two kids of my own with my ex-husband...why not have more? I actually get PAID for these!" Allison, a tallish accountancy graduate who said she just wanted to be closer to nature. "City life just wasn't doing it for me...all those numbers weren't making me happy."
Talking to the other hucows was a sometimes difficult affair, especially when estrus was in the picture. When they were in heat, normal conversations were difficult, if not impossible - the pheromones that they let off made it hard for either of them to concentrate on what they were saying. He had the best discussion in the pillow talk that followed a milking session. That way both of their urges and needs were satiated and they could actually converse like normal human beings.
Speaking of urges...though hucows and bulls were not horny 24/7, it was pretty close to it. Not only did the injections stimulate their sex drive, it also enlarged their primary and
secondary sexual characteristics - in plain English, it means that chests, breasts, and penises all got larger. All that coupled with the good food on the farm and clean living meant healthy, athletic, randy, bulls and cows. Kyle was pretty sure that even without the injections, he would be aroused pretty much all the time - it was hard to talk to attractive busty women (the smallest cup size he had seen on a hucow was Double D) and NOT be turned on.
What with the need for milk and more babies, fucking was encouraged on Brighton Farms, just not in public. Which was just as well - when the day was done and all the milk production accounted for, more often than not bull and hucow still found themselves randy, and so that was why Rooms 400 to 405 (the ones with the large beds) were always open.
