Another day, another dollar, they said - but for Clarisse Evans, doctor and hucow extraordinaire, that old adage didn't apply at all. She hadn't been feeling at all extraordinary lately either - just kind of...rumpled? If that was the proper word. She had managed to stabilize the serum a bit - she would be the last hucow who had to suffer the curse of overproducing milk ducts (and labial piercings...though given the enthusiasms displayed by her many lovers on encountering it, she wasn't sure if curse was the right word...) and life on the farm was good. So what was the problem?
She wasn't quite sure herself. Her routine examinations at the doctor's office (gotta keep up with those reports!) had revealed nothing out of the ordinary except that she was gaining a little weight. Clarisse wasn't going to let that bother her, though. It wasn't as if she was going to win any beauty pageants anytime soon. But one morning when she woke up feeling nauseous she suspected something else was up, and the doctor confirmed it.
It was morning sickness - thankfully a very mild form of one. No throwing up, just some bedrest. Clarisse scooted back to her room and faced herself in the mirror. Sighing, she let her hands roam about her still-flat stomach. Pregnant. She supposed this day had to come eventually. At least it proved that the serum worked.
Who was the father? Tests could show, but Clarisse didn't run them. There wasn't really any point to that. She was more concerned with the effects that it might have on her ongoing research. The serum hadn't made her any more fertile than the average hucow, which needed a little looking into. A doctor's work was never done!
And neither was the work on the farm. She was determined to still research and lecture with a baby bump - which is what she did. Milking sessions had to accommodate her swiftly growing belly, but that was easy enough for the experienced bulls - they fucked pregnant hucows on a regular basis, after all.
But one thing she hadn't counted on was the almost constant horniness that she would experience. Some pregnant women and hucows got hornier the more pregnant they become. Clarisse was one of them. The doctors explained that it was probably because she had taken the injections a lot later than the other hucows on the farm. There was probably some reaction with the serum at some cellular level as well...but whatever the case was, the effects were more than evident. The moment a bull so much as passed by her nipples would stiffen and erect, and her bush grew wetter as her tummy grew bigger.
She thought that her previous heat was bad - but that was a sudden spike of lust, whereas this was a slow buildup of hormones that had her booking out rooms 201 to 204 near-permanently. Clarisse found herself making sheep's eyes at the bulls and behaving in a thoroughly unprofessional manner. She took every opportunity to display her great big tits to them, shaking her ass and even patting theirs when she walking. Part of her was aghast at herself, but another part relished in the display of raw sexuality that was possible nowhere but on Brighton Farms.
As her stomach grew along with her libido, so did her breasts. She already had the biggest tits on the farm, but her body didn't seem content with that accolade as her chest surged into melons even larger than her head. It shouldn't be possible for breasts to be that big, but here she was, lugging two massive chesticles around - thank heavens that her back muscles had strengthened in compensation. Clarisse secretly thrilled to see bulls almost bang into the walls went she walked past, huge tits bouncing...no man could resist the allure of her giant boobs, especially with coupled with her firm ass and wide hips.
Her increased libido was met with great enthusiasm by the bulls on the farm. They accepted her invitations to the back rooms eagerly, and pounded her into screaming orgasm after orgasm almost daily. The other hucows congratulated her daily - now she was really one of them! Maria in particular was bubbling with joy.
"Ooo, Clarisse! A bun in the oven! I'm so happy for you! You're going to really like it...there's nothing like being milked when you're expecting! And don't you worry about the birth - they just pop out like nothing. It's one of the nice things about being a hucow!"
If anything was certain it was that she would have to reduce the power of her serum. Her research showed that it was working well - far too well! Great big breasts and more milk production were all well and good, but only if they could be controlled and understand. But better her to bear the burden than an untrained intern or something without any experience or knowledge.
It wasn't even that much of a burden to bear! She could think of worse fates. And it was all for science. Science and possibly, the Phillips Prize.
Which is what she told herself, but deep inside Clarisse Evans knew she had changed. She loved being a hucow and everything it entailed. If she had known it was such a good experience she would have signed up earlier. Being paid money to be milked and have sex with handsome bulls? She knew she could never go back to normal society now...but why would anyone want to?
