Kyle stretched and yawned as he woke, the sunlight streaming in from his bedroom window. It was another sunny morning at Brighton Farms. Looking at the calendar at the walls, he realized that it had been almost a year since he had come here. A year of a new life, so far removed from his old one that it seemed like it was in another world...and in many ways it was. From unemployed college student to stud extraordinaire - quite a change, but all good.
He set off for breakfast, waving to everyone he met along the way with a cheery hello. He saw Daisy the hucow first, her belly swollen with a new kid on the way ("This should be mah fifth! A big and healthy one!") and then when he sat down for breakfast, who should join him but Li Hua and Maria. The former was almost due for delivery - hucows had a shorter gestation period than humans. She seemed well settled into her new life - occasionally a hint of her past harshness would appear, but the former convict seemed happy enough to work off her sentence in the best possible well. Kyle leered at her mammoth milk-filled tits unabashedly - hey, they were friends now, he could do that - and she just smiled back. They had a milking session scheduled tomorrow, something they were both looking forwards to.
Maria was surprisingly enough without child - the doctors had told her to ease off the breeding for a while. She was as bright and sunny as ever, though, regaling Kyle with tales of how her many lovers had filled up again and again. The petite hucow was one of the most popular on the farm, her cheerful attitude and extreme horniness when being milked making her a hit with all the bulls (and, the rumor had it, more than a few human farmhands) While pleased to hear the stories, Kyle had to tell her to stop so they could finish their breakfast - it wouldn't do to get aroused this early in the morning.
When they were all done, it was time for his morning routine to begin. It was heavy lifting for the first couple of hours - they had a new shipment of food just come in and someone had to unload it. Then it was off to see about the milking stations - apparently the technician's wanted a bull's opinion on one of the faulty ones. Nothing he couldn't handle. With a jaunty wave, Kyle set off to begin his workday.
Two hours later, it was a tired and sweaty bull that made his way to the milking stations. Enhanced strength and stamina notwithstanding, there were limits to even what his new body could do, and he was fast reaching them. Who was the wise guy that ordered TWO TONS of lettuce? If he ever got a hold of him...but first things first. He had some stations to see to, and then he could take a rest.
Kyle looked over out the farm. It hadn't changed much since the day he first got here...the same green fields and red brick houses, the little pond at the side and blue skies overhead. Ah, that pond brought back memories. It was where he saw Sylvie, the sultry hucow nurse who had deflowered him with gusto and much enthusiasm. He hadn't seen much of her since he had started work. He knew she was still on the farm, but from what he heard, she seemed to exist for the sole purpose of breaking in the new bulls - a task she both relished and was very good at. Maybe he fell sick, she would at the infirmary to nurse him back to health...remembering her long legs and tanned breasts, he thought that it might just be worth it.
All that could wait until he finished the morning's work though. He didn't want Jack to yell at him. Five minutes later and he was at Room 207, where the tanks that he was supposed to look at were supposed to be. He knocked on the door. No response. Opening it, who should be there except...Sylvie.
She looked much the same as she did before. Long, flowing blond hair, a pair of horns curving from her head, tail at the bottom of her perfect bubble butt and the same pink uniform...except that now it was decidedly a little tight around the midriff.
She caught him staring and smirked at him. "Hello Kyle...nice to see you again. Yes, I'm pregnant. I'm a hucow, what did you except? Though because I'm a nurse I'm not allowed to get knocked off as much as I'd like to. Duty roster and all."
"How many months?" Kyle asked.
"Three. I think it was probably one of the newer bulls. Don't worry, it's not yours."
The thought hadn't crossed his mind, but he appreciated Sylvie telling him. "So...how've you been? Besides, ummm...that?"
"Busy, same as you. The farm won't run itself, you know? Speaking of which...aren't you supposed to be here to inspect the tanks or something?"
He had been so distracted by the hucow's belly (and tits...man, did pregnant hucows always have such huge knockers?) that he had forgotten the real reason for him coming here. "Oh yeah, I forgot all about that. Sorry. Here, just let me get started..."
Sylvie favored him with another smirk. Somehow he suspected she knew what he was thinking...but she made no mention of it. "I've already checked them for you and fixed them up. It was a valve pump issue, nothing major. You just have to help me re-install them."
"A pleasure." They worked in silence for a while as Kyle plugged in the re-fitted tanks. He had learned a bit about the technical aspects of tank maintenance in the past few months, and the task was easy enough to complete. Sylvie ran a few last-minute checks as he busied himself with his work, and he was acutely aware of her voluptuous form just inches away from him. Those legs, and those boobs...but no, they were on duty. This wasn't the time.
Or so he was thinking until Sylvie sidled up to him, taking a deep breath of his scent. He had forgotten how...forwards she was. "Oooo, you smell good." she cooed. "Sweaty! I like my bulls sweaty."
"I thought you liked them young?" Kyle couldn't resist the rejoinder.
"I do, but I like them sweaty as well." She snaked a hand down into his pants and he gasped a little as her soft hand make contact with his erect dick. She let out a husky laugh at his reaction.
"C'mon, I'm sure we have time for a quickie." She gave him a light kiss which he returned with the utmost enthusiasm. The hucow nurse was a good kisser, using lips and tongue to great effect on him. Before long their one kiss had turned in a heavy make out session, with her hands roaming all over his body. He reached out to seize her firm ass with his hands, relishing its rondure and heft as he fondled it shamelessly. He even found him to slip a finger into her quim, which was beginning to drip quite a bit. Sylvie squirmed against him, enjoying his attentions, but soon had another demand of her own.
"My breasts are lonely! Get your hands over here."
He was quick to comply. He bent over her, placing his hands over her mountainous udders. They had grown even larger with her pregnancy, hanging down like overripe fruit. He didn't even want to think about what size they must be now...what was past G? He would much rather touch them, and so he, did playing with her diamond-hard nipples and pulling at the two golden rings that adorned them. The saucy hucow groaned at his touch and leaned forwards for another long, deep kiss.
